#Jake Seresin! stepdad

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Better Man

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✦Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Single!Mother

✦Word Count: 6.7K

✦Warnings: Fluff, Angst, mentions of SA (previous relationship), self-hate, shitty schools, bullying, possible thoughts of suicide (on explicitly stated). Please let me know if I missed something.

✦A/n: Repost, the original is no longer showing up for me. I’m not sure what happened, if your seeing double I apologize.

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The incessant buzzing coming from your pocket continues, as you listen to Admiral Simpson and Admiral Bates go over mission plans. Attentively listening and marking down any changes that need to be made to the paperwork.

As the admirals Administrative Service Manager, you held the responsibility of keeping all things “Top Gun” in order: including incoming pilots, flight schedules, and the newly permanent Dagger Squadron.

You subduedly shift silencing the buzzing, again focusing on Cyclone and Warlock.

“I want a new set of recruits coming in, with Maverick training them.” Cyclone gives you a pointed look. “I want him to be on board by the end of the week. You both, can go over applicates and find those best fitted.”

You silently nodded, jotting down that you need to draft a letter for Mav and get it to him before Wednesday. 

 “With the success of the Uranium Mission, DC is going to want to see what else the Dagger Squadron can do. I want them flying new drills and layouts every day. Draft up a few different sets of flight plans, get them on my desk by Wednesday morning.”

“Of course, sir. Two days will be more than enough time to draft up three or four, and I will have a handful more done by next Monday.” You trail off as your phone starts buzzing again.

Pausing to grab it while Cyclone and Warlock keep chatting, you realize that it’s Mathews school calling. Raising your hand in a silent gesture, you glance up and ask if you can be excused for a moment. To which Cyclone nods, signaling to the hallway.

Rising up, you not so slowly, make your way to the door and press answer. Miss Clarks voice rings through your phone, telling you once again that Mathew has been called to the office.

“Miss Benjamin, you need to come in. Principle Davis wants to talk to you immediately. Mathew is fine, though he has been placed in the corner and will not be allowed recess time.” She mutters harshly.

You slowly shake your head and lean up against the wall, “What happened?” you question. Waiting for a response that doesn’t come. “I know that Mathew is not the only child at fault here. So, I’m going to ask again, what happened?”

You know that your sweet Mathew would never hurt someone without probably cause, and even then, it’s unlikely. Though this is the first call you’ve received from the school, you’ve been in three other times for words with the principal. Discussing another upper-class student that had been picking on Mathew.

The same excuse being thrown in your face that, none of the teachers saw the bullying and that Mathew was lying. Though the last time, Mathew told you that the other boy had pushed him and scrapped his knees. Markings on his knees, you saw during bath time, that night confirmed that he had been pushed.

Each visit you had, the school ignored you and claimed you to be an overprotective mother.

“Mathew hit another boy, Miss Benjamin.”

The statement shocks you at first, but then you question why Mathew hit him.

“Well Mathew says that he was hit first, but no one saw it.”

“You’re telling me, that my son was hit, then defended himself, and you didn’t think to lead the conversation with that information.”

Pushing off the wall you start to make your way to your office. “I will be there in 20 minutes.” Grabbing your purse, leaving the paperwork knowing that you will be coming back to the office enviably.

“Also, Miss Clark,” your voice steadily rises. “Get my child out of the damn corner.” You all but yell before hanging up on the woman.

Stepping out of your office and running into Lt. Bradshaw, you bounce off him. He grabs your arms steadying you, as you apologize.

 “You okay there, Y/N” He questions quickly realizing how stressed you are.

You can feel the frustration seeping from your bones, tears lining your eyes. Working to steady your breathing, in any possible way to avoid crying.

A quick smile, that is in no way real, paints your lips, “Yes Bradley, I just need to go the Maty’s school.” Checking your purse, you make sure that you have your keys. “Can you do me a favor though?” Glancing up you see him intently listening, as if they would be orders from Commander Kazansky himself.

“I’m bringing Maty back here, I’ve got paperwork to finish, but I need someone to watch the munchkin.”

You pick at your nails, hating that you would have to ask for help. Though Amelia is still in class and Penny was deep cleaning the Hard Deck, so you had no one to ask.

“I know you guys are probably really busy, but could he hang out with you and Jake for a bit. He loves Uncle Roos, and I think that after today, getting to see the planes would cheer him up.” You add quietly that you understand if not, that you would figure it out.

“Y/N/N of course, I’m always available to hang with the little man. I’m free for the rest of the day actual.” He looks down sheepishly, “I was coming to tell you that a few of the plane’s radars were messing up, and that we would be down for a couple days.”

Taking a deep breathe, adding one more thing to your to-do list. You know that plane electronics can’t be helped, and that it should be a relatively easy fix. It just feels like so much more, added to your near melting brain.

You tell him that you’ll handle it, while walking together towards Cyclones office. Stepping in to get the two admirals’ attention, you let them know that you are taking your lunch now and will be back before one. They assure you that you are fine and that they trust you to get your job done, without them hounding on you.

Going to leave, Bradley follows you out. You head for your car, while he heads towards the east hanger. Though before he gets too far you, call back to him.

“B… Don’t tell Jake I was crying. Please… I don’t want to bother him.” You hold your hand up, blocking the glare of the sun on your face. “It was silly of me to cry anyway.”

The look he gives you clearly shows that he wants to comment on you saying that your emotions are silly, but he just nods an okay.

“Thanks B.” Thankful that he understands, you turn as he waves goodbye. Climbing in your car, for the 15-minute drive to Mathew’s school that will inevitably end in tears and a migraine.

Pulling up to the school, you wipe at your eyes. Trying to get the redness to go away, or at least look like you haven’t spent the last 15 minutes anger crying. The puffiness of your cheeks is a dead given away that something is wrong, though you hope that its subtle enough that Mathew won’t notice.

Your sweet baby was the most empathic and observant child you had even seen. A blessing and a curse to you both. In one way he was kind and loving and yet in another, much less helpful way, he noticed when anything hurt or upset you. Slowly becoming the protector of his momma, and carrying a load on his shoulders far heavier than any five-year-old should.

He was the light of your life and the only good thing that your ex gave you. Though you’d taken to claiming that your ex had no part in making Mathew. He was too kind to have any part of your ex in his DNA.

You were just thankful that he was the spitting image of you, and hadn’t been around his “father” long enough to pick up any traits. With your Y/H/C and the exact shade of skin tone, there was no denying he was your mini-me.

His eyes though, oddly enough were the exact same shade of green as Jakes. Something that everyone in your life liked to point out. Often making comments, that if they hadn’t known you like they did, “They would assume that Jake was the father.”

A thought that you wished had been true. Jake was wonderful with Mathew, and an amazing role model for him. Though you had only been official together for five months, Jake was always working to show you how much you both meant to him.

That alone was a hard enough concept to understand, when the only relationship you’d ever been in was the complete opposite.

Your ex-Adam had ruined your views on relationships, the five years you were together were some of the hardest you’d ever been through. Finally getting out just before Mathew turned three.

Adam had gotten handsy with you in front of Mathew, had pushed you to your breaking point and left you on the floor like an empty husk.

You still hate yourself for that night, because of you Mathew was in therapy once a week with nightmares. Recounting memories, that a then 2-and-a-half-year-old, shouldn’t remember.

It was your biggest regret, letting him see everything that happened.

The experience wasn’t something you talked about, finding that therapy only made it worse. Pushing the memories away and burying it in a hidden chest, at the back of your mind.

Gathering your purse, you move to get out of the car.

When you notice a missed call and text from Jake, “Hey darlin’ missing you. Rooster said you were picking up Maty early, everything okay?”

You quickly type back, that you just got to the school and would text him when you were back on base. Adding that you missed him as well, which caused a small smile to cross your lips.

Walking into the front doors, you immediately head to the office. Giving yourself a mini pep-talk in preparation for Principal Davis, and his ever-sexist comments.

Your eyes immediately go to Miss. Clark, who wears the lowest cut shirt that you’ve ever seen in an elementary school. Her head pops up from typing, as she hears the low click of your heels on the tile.

Your gaze is cast upon her, one that should put her 6-feet under.

“Where is Mathew?” You question, a harsh bite in your tone.

To which she studders out that they placed him in an extra room and told him to stay. The action should surprise you, but you’ve learned that this school clearly has lower morals and standards.

You walk straight passed her desk, without another word and push into the extra room. If it could even be called that, only the size of a “oversized” closet at best. The temperature change doesn’t go unnoticed.

There you see Maty, head resting on a table, as tiny shudders rack through his body. Rushing to his side, you softly go to cradle his small body. Falling to the floor on your knees, as a soft Momma falls from his lips.

Gently “shh”ing and rocking his body back and forth, like you did when he was a baby.  As he quiets down you look into his tear-stained face, and your heart breaks a bit more.

“Sweet bubba, it’s okay. I got you, it’s okay.” His tears slowly turn into gentle whimpers.

Not wanting to upset him anymore, but knowing that you have to ask him questions before you see Davis.

“Darling, what happened? Are you hurt?” your eyes gently rank over his form, noticing how he hold his tummy.

“They belly flopped me momma.”

Your questioning gaze is enough that Mathew pulls up his shirt and you see a bright red mark across his belly. Anger seeps from you and your struggle to hid it behind a smile. Not wanting him to see how upset you are.

Rising up you grab his backpack and carry Mathew out into the main office.

Your voice snaps across the office, stilling Miss Clarks typing fingers.

“Miss Clark, I am going to be checking Mathew out. I am also going to have a few words with Principal Davis, and I suggest you take Mathew out into the hallway to look at the new mural being painted.” Your tone leaves no room for suggestion.

You set Maty down and give him a little wink, pushing him to hallway as Miss Clark follows. You turn sharply and stare straight at the closed door that hasn’t moved once since you’d arrived. Pacing to the door you knock and walk in without waiting for an answer. If he wants to lack human decency with your child, then you can do the same.

Your sudden entrance startles the middle-aged man, jolting him from his chair and the nap he seemed to be taking.

His lingering eyes rake up and down your form, as a sleazy smile forms on his face. The look makes you shudder, awaking distant memories and feelings.

He gets up to make a move for you, “Miss Benjamin, I’m glad you could make it. Please sit.”

You state that you’d rather stand, though he doesn’t listen and makes a motion for you. His hand moves to your lower back, in an unwelcomed gesture. Brushing his hand off, you glare at the hand.

“You see Miss Benjamin, Mathew is a troubled boy and needs handled.”

The word “handled” makes your skin crawl as you listen.

“He doesn’t listen and clearly has no male role model, from the ringless finger I can see.” You bite your tongue as he moves to sit on his desk, directly in front of you.

“Now I think that we,” he motions to the both of you, “can work on this. Fix his attitude and make him into a child, someone would actually want. One that not picking fights for attention, especially ones with older children he can’t beat.” He finishes with a chuckle.

The steam must be rising from you, the anger that is completely incasing your body feels like you might set the whole world on fire.

As you rise from your chair, words laced with venom drip from your tongue ready to kill, meteorically and literally.

“You have no right to comment on my child and how he is raised. I think it best if you step off your damn high horse, before I knock you off it.” Your finger jabs at his chest. “You should be damn happy I’m not reporting you to the school board, for neglect and harassment.”

You stand up, ready to be out of his presence.

“Mathew will be pulled from the school; I’m absolutely done with you and everyone in this school.” Pulling the door open you look back at him, “If anything comes from the assault done to my son’s stomach, whether it be lasting pain or marks….. I will, fucking ruin you.”

With that you leave, shaking at the audacity of the man. How he touched you, insinuated that Mathew needed fixed, and most of all the absolute lack of care, that he should have had for both children in the situation.

The other child that Mathew hit was nowhere in sight and clearly didn’t get in trouble. You know that hitting isn’t the answer, but Mathew was defending himself against a bigger child. This whole situation was handled poorly, as it has been every other time you’ve came in for bullying. This was the final straw and you’re done.

You gasp as you make your way to grab Mathew from Miss Clark, barely able to keep the tears at bay. Gently buckling Maty up into his car seat, you place a kiss on his forehead as he wipes a tear from your cheek.

“Don’t be sad momma.”

You mutter an I love you and climb back into your seat, ready to never see that school again.

Your tears don’t go unnoticed by the three men as you pull back up to your office. Jake, Robert, and Bradley all exchange looks as you park and get out of the car. You avoid their gazes as you get Mathew out of the car.

“Uncle Roo, can we look at the planes?” Mathew yells to the men as he notices them, a massive smile forming, and his horrible day forgotten.

“Yeah buddy, all the planes. Bob even said he’d let you be Nat’s new WSO.” Bradley laughs and then gives a knowing look to Jake.

“Your Momma and Jake are gonna go pack up her work for the day, then get you a bag ready to have a sleep over with me.”

You go to comment, but Jake steps forward. Wrapping his arm around your waist, “Cyclone already knows darlin’. You and me are gonna work on flight plans at home, then have a nice relaxing night.” He finishes with a loving kiss on your cheek, that you can’t help but to lean into.

Your body relaxes in his embrace, dropping your shoulders you lean father into his touch. Craving it like a warm blanket, that you unwillingly want to admit, you need.

Mathew is bouncing at the thought of a sleepover and asks Bob if he is coming too, to which he replies of course. The trio goes to turn away, though not before Maty comes rushes back, giving you and Jake hugs.

“Love you momma. Love you Jake.” He says it so childlike that you can’t help, and be a tad envious. Jake quickly lifts Mathew and gives him tickle, telling him to listen to his uncles. Before setting him down and brushing a kiss onto the top of his head.

“I love you too, buddy.”

You watch as Maty walks off, relaxing knowing that he is feeling better and knowing that if he showed the slightest sign of discomfort Bradley would call. You rest your head gently against Jake’s chest, taking a few deep breathes and silently hold yourself together.

His arm slips from your waist, up to cradle the side of your face making you look into his eyes. A green so deep that you could get lost in, if you only let yourself.

“Darlin’”

You quietly shake your head in protest, knowing that it he asks you might break down.

The tears built around the edge of your eyes, and you quickly cast your face down. Unwilling to let him see you break.

 To be another hassle in his life.

A mess, that he would realize wasn’t worth the work.

Though he gently kisses your forehead, letting you be for now and pulls you towards the building.

Hands clasped tightly together, like he’s afraid to lose you through the cracks within your broken heart.

Jake stays by your side as you make your way through the building and to your office. Only letting go of your hand, so that you can grab your laptop and paperwork. You slowly pack everything that you need into a tote, your movements lagging.

Feeling completely drained and over the day. You can feel yourself pulling back into a shell, unsure how to function with another person right now.

You weren’t used to people helping when you had a hard day, or break down. Only that you weren’t supposed to show your emotions, because if you did it would end so much worse.

A screaming match, about how inconsiderate it was that you let your mood seep into other people’s lives. That if you could just fucking smile for once, then maybe people would like you.

The thought makes you look to Jake and give him a fake smile, in hopes that he doesn’t realize how much it hurts.

He notices but doesn’t say anything. Just gives you a reassuring kiss on the cheek and takes the tote from you, to carry out to the car.

“Where are your keys darlin’?”

He questions, replying before you can protest.

“I want to drive sweets, okay. I want to take care of you.”

Worry clouds your brain, but you’re too tired to make a fuss.

“Thank you” you say as you place them in his out reached hand.

“Always baby.” He states it so matter a factly that your heart flutters. The wink that follows, makes it skip a beat.

The drive home is fast, your wandering mind lost in thought. Jakes hand rests steady against your thigh, a gently rubbing motion to sooth you.

Walking up into your quaint little beach house, the final bit of anxiety leaves your body. Finding comfort in being home, in your safe space. Jake silently follows you up the steps and locks the door once you’re both inside.

Your body’s frozen; you stand quietly in the hallway, unsure of what to do. Jakes comes up to rest behind you, carefully wrapping you in his arms. Afraid that the slightest touch will send you spiraling.

“Why don’t you go take a nice shower sweets? Relax, decompress and I will make you some tea for after your done.”

You squeeze his hands in a silent thank you and head to the bathroom.

Your face looks tired and broken, and as you stare at your reflection, those tears that you worked so hard to hold in fall. You switch on the shower, to silence the sobs that are wreaking havoc upon your mind and body.

You shed your clothes and step into the burning water, in hopes to erase the feeling of Davis’ hands on you.

Memories of past and present blend together, making it difficult to ground yourself, to know that you’re safe.

Davis’ hand, becomes HIS hands on you. A ringing in your ears echoes a distant memory of the screams that were ripped from your body.

The incident today, shattered your tough girl façade. The box that you worked so hard to bury, ripped up, meant to consume everything in its path.

Both of their hand blending into one, pushing on the small of your back.

Down farther, suffocating and screaming out at the same time.

Your back crashes against the tile walls, as you slip to the floor. Memories flashing through your mind; the way you yelled stop and how you begged Maty to look away. His sweet baby eyes, watching as you were ripped apart.

You should have worked harder to make him stop.

To make sure Mathew couldn’t see or hear.

But you didn’t.

You failed him in that moment

And you hate yourself for it.

A sudden slam jolts you from your thoughts, and a worried Jake is standing there. Infront of the broken in door, chest heaving and wild-eyed. He falls to his knees as a broken sob, escapes your lips.

Climbing into the shower, fully clothed, to hold on to your trembling body. It’s only then that you notice the water is freezing and that you must have lost track of time.

He mutters sweet nothings into your ear, softly creasing your back. He shifts your body momentarily way from his chest, to turn of the stream of cold water. Shifting back, you clutch onto his shirt. Clinging to the warmth that radiates off him, and the feeling of safety that you can always find in his embrace.

Breathing in the familiar smell of jet fuel mixed with sandalwood and black pepper, your mind fights to regain clarity. That you are home, safe in Jakes arms.

Not caring what horrible outcome awaits you once you explain your panic attack.

Once he finally realizes out how damaged you are.

You won’t blame him, if you could get away from yourself you’d run too.

Though, for this moment you need him. To be able to savor this moment and memorize it for once you’ve lost it. Tuck it away deep within your soul, a memory that a one point he loved you.

He’s never said it, but you’d like to think that he does. At least loves the version of you that is still nice and shiny. He couldn’t ever love the one that’s real, broken, and damaged beyond repair. How could anyone love something so pitiful.

Pulling back, the words fall from your mouth before you can even think to stop them.

The harsh truth.

“I wasn’t enough Jake.” A gasp falls from your mouth, more tears crash down your face.

“I should have tried harder. To stop Adam. To protect Maty. To make the school listen.” Your head shakes in silent disappointment in yourself.

“I could have been better, for Maty, for you.”

“But I failed, and I’m just so tired of trying.”

Your head lays resting against Jake’s chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart. Trying to slow your gasping breaths. His hand rests on the back of your head, gently rocking the both of you.

“I’m so tired of doing it alone.” You pull away from him, to look in his eyes as you lay the truth of your relationship out.

“But it’s not your job and I can’t push that on you. You shouldn’t have to come in and take care of a child that isn’t yours.”

You can see Jake silently shaking his head, as tears start to fall from his eyes.

“I’m just so angry. At how broken and lonely I feel. How I’ve pushed you away, because I’m scared of losing you.” Words continue to fall from your lips, until Jake gentle grabs your face.

He takes a shuddered breath in, his voice cracking slightly.

“Y/F/N look at me.”

Your tear-stained eye stare at each other, a plea asking you to listen.

The hand cradling your face, settles your trembling lip. His other hand comes up to push your soaked hair out of your face. His body heat warms you, and his eyes show nothing but pure love and heartbreak. Like seeing you in so much pain is slowly breaking his heart too.

Your heart aches as you see the tears streaming down his face, gently you reach a shaking hand up to cup his cheek. His hand rises to cradle the one covering his cheek, both your foreheads fall together.

“Darlin’ let me make one thing clear, you and Mathew are the best damn thing that has ever happen to me. From the moment I met you, before we ever got together, I knew I wanted you.”

His words sound foreign to your ears, and you mind sits telling you that he’s lying. But his eyes, the green that you’re in love with, they hold such truth, and you chose to believe he’s not lying.

“Come on, let get you dressed, and we can talk.” He stands with ease, carrying your form as if you were as light as air. “I think we’re both gonna need that cup of tea to warm up. Unless you wanna share body heat, sweets.”

He gives you a wink and you can’t stop the girlish giggles that abrupt from you. The way that he can brighten your mood with the smallest gestures, still amazes you.

“There’s my girl.”

Dressed in fuzzy socks and one of Jake’s old navy shirts, you curl up on the couch as Jake reheats the water for your tea. He comes around the corner moments later with two cups of tea; chamomile for you, his momma always told him it was calming, and peppermint for him.

It reminded him of Christmas, the one-time when everyone in his family got along. The yearly tradition of opening one present on Christmas Eve at mid-night, then having a family dinner Christmas night. A joyous atmosphere filled the house, as his mother baked and sisters hand pick which Christmas records to play.

It was a tradition that he hoped to start with you and Mathew, creating your own rendition of the family Christmas.

The sweatpants hang low on his hips, your eyes roam over his torso slowly. Taking in each hard line and the tan skin, your eyes slowly make it up to his face and a cocky smile rests on his lips.

“Like what you see darlin’”

A blush covers your cheeks as you realize that you’ve been caught, once again.

“You’re just so pretty.” You reply, a matching blush covers his cheeks. Happy that you got the desired reaction out of him.

He settles into the seat beside you, handing you your tea, and brushing a gentle kiss against your brow. He pulls your covered feet to rest in his lap and covers you both up with a blanket.

He gently strokes your calf and takes a sip of tea, before asking you what happened today.

So, you start for the beginning. Telling him about your meeting this morning and how the school called. Relaying to him that they put Mathew in a freezing room and how he was just defending himself.

“It was that 2nd grader, Jake. The one that’s been picking on him, Thomas, Timmy…”

“Toby, Darlin’” Jake answers for you, causing your head to snap up in silent questioning.

“Maty, he brought him up to me the other day. I didn’t mention it, well because” he rubs the back of his neck and looks down sheepishly. “I may have told him… that if Toby touched him, they he was allowed to defend himself.”

A smile graces your face, realizing how much he carries about Mathew.

“Then I showed him how to throw a punch.”

With that a full laugh falls from your lips, surprising Jake completely. He was prepared to get his butt chewed, but here you are in a fit of laughter.

“I’m sorry..” You struggle to catch your breath. “It’s just, I’ve been wanting to knock that second grader on his ass sense he pushed Maty.”

Jake releases a blusterous laugh, shaking his head, and a teasing smile directed at you.

You sink farther into the couch and talk a large sip of your tea. Your body finally relaxing, causing your shoulders to drop and your legs to stretch farther into Jakes lap.

You continue on, telling him how Miss Clark wasn’t helpful and how your pretty positive the Principal Davis was sleeping before you barged into his office.

The pause you take to collect your thoughts and calm your racing mind, doesn’t go unnoticed. Though Jake patiently waits, giving you time, and when you’ve taken a few deep breaths Jake motions you to go on.

Blowing out a puff of air, you calm the rage that slowly rises in you from thinking about Principal Davis.

“He’s just horrible Jake. Every time I’ve came to him about Toby or the other boys, he called me overprotective, and said that Mathew is the child at fault.”

His hand remains on your calf, rubbing. You’re not sure if it’s to sooth you or him.

“Then he stood there and implied that he and I could “work together”” you motion quotations with your hands, “to fix the problem. That he clearly didn’t have a male role model, and my ringless finger was the proving point.”

His hand only stops for a moment when you say ringless, but it’s long enough that you notice his pause.  

“The man is so damn aggravating.”

You blow out a breath of air, moving the now partially dry hair that fell across your face. Jake reaches up and moves the strand behind your ear, his hand then falling to cress your cheek before you continue.

“He’s got entitlement issues and has no respect for personal space.” The words rush out of your mouth, before you realize how they might affect Jake.

“The way his hands felt… God, they just made my skin crawl. It was just too much.”

His hand stills on your leg completely and you can feel his body transform; from your soft and gentle Jake to Hangman, the man that had look death in the eyes and laughed.

You look up and his face is void of all emotions, but anger.

“Darlin’ I need you to be very clear with me.” his voice is laced with such venom, that you would be terrified of him, if you couldn’t still see the gentleness in his eyes.

“Are you telling me that Davis touched you?”

You nod, ashamed of the action “He only touched my lower back, and I shouldn’t make it into such a big deal, but it just felt wrong.”

Jake stares back at you with a hardness you’ve never seen.

“Y/N no one is ever, allowed to touch you without your permission. I don’t care what the circumstances are, or what you’ve been told in the past.” He blows out a shuddered breath.

“Baby I am not even allowed to touch you, without your permission.” Both his hands are now holding up your face, making sure you look at him. “Do you understand that?  

The tears that fill your eyes are answer enough.

He knew enough of your past, to know what little value you had for yourself.

Jake had woken up with Mathew on nights that he’d spent the night, the young boy crying out after a nightmare. In the beginning Jake just wanted to give you a break and let you sleep, but he soon realized that Maty needed the extra time with him as well. The little boy had opened up to Jake, telling him about his dreams and memories. Explaining that he couldn’t tell momma, because it made you cry.

Those nights lying awake with Mathew, while rubbing his back to sooth him and help him fall asleep, were some of Jakes most treasured moments. The need to take care Maty and be the stable father-figure in his life, continuously grew. To the point that Jake no longer saw a life without you and his little boy.

You didn’t have to explicitly tell Jake what you had went through, he knew enough and if you ever changed your mind, he would listen. Grateful that you wanted to share that part of you, but it wouldn’t be something he pushed.

No, he would just continuously keep working to show you your worth and how much he loved you. He hadn’t told you yet how much he loved you, to afraid to scare you off, but he knew that you were it for him the first time that he met you.

Papers strewn around the floor in your office, while you sat in the middle, contemplating different flight tracks and patterns. You hadn’t realized he’d come into your office, until he made a coughing sound to gain your attention.

You looked at him with such seriousness, mad at him for interrupting your work and when he asked you where the admiral was, you glanced at your watch before muttering “lunch” at him like he was a complete idiot.

He knew then that you were everything that he wanted; dedicated to your work, beautiful, and wouldn’t put up with his shit. Mathew was an added bonus, one that he wouldn’t change for all the money in the world.

“Darlin’, you and Mathew are the most precious and important people in my life. I will do anything and everything to make you realized how loved you are.”

You mouth dropped up, sitting in stunned silence.

“You love me? You love us?”

The look you give him, makes him chuckle and run a hand through his hair.

“Sweets you are one of the smartest women that I’ve ever met, but how in the world have you not seen that I have been, head over heels in love with you, since the first time we met?” His Texas accent rings clear in your ear. Laying on heavy whenever he calls you sweets.

“Jake, the first time we met was three and a half years ago. When I first started working on base?” The questioning tone you reply with is clear as day.

“Yeah, I know.”

“We just started dating 10 months ago though?”

“Yeah, I spent a year and a half trying to take you out.”

A hand comes to rub at the back of his neck, as he looks away shyly in a way you’d never seen. Gone was your cocky, self-assured pilot, in his place, a boy that looked worried about getting the girl in high school.

“You know how much the guys made fun of me? Told me I was whipped, and I didn’t even have the girl yet.”

A blush covers your cheeks, as you realize just how oblivious you’d been. Though you can’t help but smile, your heart filling with hope and possibility.

“You don’t need to say it back..”

You cut him off before he can finish, pulling him down into a kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his neck. You pour all of your pent-up emotions into the kiss, silently trying to communicate how much you love him.

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you to settle on his lap. As you pull away his hand settles on your cheek, eyes staring into the abyss that is your soul.

“Jacob Grant Seresin, I love you more than words can equivalate to. You are the man that I’ve wanted my whole, and never thought I was worthy of.”

More tears fall from your eyes, though these are pure happiness.

“Thank you for taking a chance on the mess that I am, and I’m sorry for making you wait for so long.” Your giggle at the end, breaks into full blown laughter as Jake tickles you. Pushing you down onto your back, he peppers kisses across your face.

“You should be darlin’, it was torture.” He gives you one last kiss “I’d do it a thousand time over though, as long as it for you.”

“My mess, my girl.”

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

Later that night:

“Thank you for helping me with the flight plans, I really didn’t need Cyclone on my ass.” You kiss Jakes waiting lips as you climb in bed for the night.

“Course darlin’”

He gently pulls you back to rest against his chest, peppering kisses on the top of your head. You can’t help but to snuggle deeper into him and the blankets.

“Also, I talk to Rooster and he’s going to bring Mathew to base in the morning. I figured he could hang out with the team. Then if you can get off a bit earlier, we could go by the school on base.”

You go to ask what he was up to.

But he quickly answers, “I called Bob’s wife Lacy, she is a teacher at the school, and she said that their kindergarten teacher is amazing. Also, that they would love to have us come by, and see if it was a good fit.”

You can’t help but be amazed. Wondering how you could have been so clueless and not seen the love that this amazing man has for you and Mathew.

“I love you, that sounds perfect. Thank you.”

Jake moves to shut of the bedside lamp, giving you a sweet kiss. Your lips melting together perfectly. You can feel yourself falling into unconsciousness, your body grateful to finally relax and welcomes the darkness.

Though before you can drift out you feel Jake shift around, nuzzling into your neck as his arm wrap securely around your waist. His body heat encompasses you, causes you to relax even more. Soft kisses are placed on your neck, little ones that you can barley feel.

“Darlin’ don’t think that I forgot about that jackass Davis.”

You stiffen up only slightly, though Jake continues his kisses. Falling just at your jaw line, his hands slide under your shirt and cress your stomach. His gentleness reassures you, and you chose to focus his moments more than his words.

“I don’t want you worrying.”

He places a kiss behind your ear,

“I’m just gonna have a talk with him.”

One on your cheek,

“Make sure he knows that you are mine, even without a ring on your finger.”

A soft fleeting kiss on the lips, that has you chasing his mouth as he pulls away. A cheeky smile stares down at you, before he gently grabs your left hand and kisses your finger.

A silent promise.

When you fall asleep, you can’t help but dream about that promise.

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❄️🛷KINKMAS 2023🧤☃️

i’m going to be doing kinkmas this year!! once again give me some requests for me.

I’ll be going to be doing december 1 through december 25!! So i hope everyone enjoys and hope everyone has a wonderful christmas and happy holidays ☃️✨🥰❄️

Day 1: Austin Butler (Breeding Kink)

Day 2: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin (Hickeys)

Day 3: Elvis Presley (Stepdad)

Day 4: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell (Pleasure)

Day 5: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw (Bad Girl)

Day 6: Jack Chambers (In Victory)

Day 7: Sodapop Curtis (Sleeping In The Lot)

Day 8: JJ Maybank (Doing Bad Things)

Day 9: Harry Styles (Hotel Sex)

Day 10: Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn (After The Dance)

Day 11: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell ‘86 (At The Bar)

Day 12: Brian O’Conner (Victory Win)

Day 13: Darrel Curtis (Christmas Eve)

Day 14: Arthur Curry (In A Boat)

Day 15: Peter Parker (Studying)

Day 16: Dallas Winston (Sneaking Around)

Day 17: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky (A Quickie)

Day 18: Ponyboy Curtis (Being a Whore)

Day 19: Shawn Mendes (Taking a Bath)

Day 20: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw & Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Day 21: John B (A Blowjob)

Day 22: Kyle Scheible (Late Night Sex)

Day 23: Harvey ‘Mouthpiece’ Gonzales (Getting Caught)

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The Good, The Bad, and The Working on It Prequel

Pairing: (Future Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mom!Reader  

Characters: (Future Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Mom!Reader, Penny Benjamin, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Javy “Coyote” Machado, Cody and Marty (bartenders)

Briefly mentioned: Amelia Benjamin, Maryanne and Edwin (the kiddos), Robert “Bob” Floyd

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of past issues with the other parent, brief thoughts of harm coming to a person, Edwin is a mama’s boy

Word Count: 3,080

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You sigh, your social battery is running low. You feel like you’ve been at the hard deck for hours when it’s only been, maybe two. You don’t want to look at the clock and get annoyed when you see what time it is. 

It’s just one of those days when all you want to do is go home and take a nap with the kids (even though your girl, Maryanne probably wouldn’t stay still long enough to enjoy a nap). You know for a fact your boy, Edwin would want nothing more than to nap with you (oh, how you love your mama’s boy). 

The door slams shut; howls of laughter fill the nearest corner. 

You take a deep breath and put on your best customer service smile and make sure your voice doesn’t waver, not wanting anyone to know how tired you are. As you refill another customer's drink, you glance around the room not letting your smile fall. ‘The pilots are here. Great.’  

Penny stands beside you, also watching the group pilots. “You ready for the next rush?” she asks. 

“As ready as I can be, Penny my dear.” 

“Someone’s tired.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“You only use that nickname when you’re tired. Do you want to take your break now?” 

You turn to her, “and leave you alone? No, I’d rather not have feeling bad checked off on what I feel today.” 

“It won’t be that bad. Plus, we have Marty and Cody working again which is why,” she leans closer to you, whispering, “we haven’t had to do any of the heavy lifting.” 

That gets you to crack a smile. “Okay, okay. After they get their drinks, I’ll head into the back and start doing inventory, yeah?” 

“That’s not a break.” 

“It could be considered a break to some.” 

“I’m not a part of that group.” 

“Obviously.” 

“Ladies.” You two turn to see Penny’s boy toy (you like to tease her from time to time), Pete sitting there with a smile stretching across his lips. 

“Pete.” “Pete.” The two of you say with two obvious tones. 

“Penny,” he nods before glancing over at you. “You doing, okay?” 

You sigh, throwing the rag on the bar top. “Why does everybody keep asking me that? I’m fine. I’m good. I’m here, aren’t I?” 

“Okay, okay. I won’t ask again. How are the-” 

“A round of beers and a soda.” 

“With beer nuts!” 

“And a thing of beer nuts, thanks,” the blond orders without looking up from his phone.

You tilt your head, not appreciating his tone and look over at Penny, nodding your head at him. 

She gestures for you to take care of him as a customer calls her over by name. 

You pat the edge of the bar top, “I’ll get your drink in a second, Pete. I gotta take care of this real quick.” 

“Take your time, I’ve got all night.” 

You smile, grabbing the beers, setting them on the counter in front of the blond. “Date night, is it?” 

“Maybe.” 

“Don’t keep her out too late. You know, Penny will be off in Pete land that she forgets to actually text Amelia and I’m the go to information person when you two are out.” 

“Don’t worry, tonight will be movie night with my two girls.” 

You set the beer nuts beside the drinks and smile at Pete. “Aw, that’s too cute but how are you gonna pick a movie? You know Penny likes those action movies while Amelia prefers something with a little more comedy.” 

“That’s why I’ll be out getting dinner.” 

“Oh,” you chuckle through your nose, “so, you’re gonna let the two hash it out.” 

“I wouldn’t phrase it like that.” 

“That’s exactly what you’re doing.” You turn back to the occupied pilot in front of you. “Excuse me?” 

He hums. 

“I’d prefer it if you actually looked at me when I'm talking to you.” 

He lifts his head and loses his breath (which you don’t know). “Well,” he smirks, preparing to lay his charm on you. 

“No,” you shake your head. “Don’t try that, it won’t work. Is this going on a tab or am I taking your money now?” 

“Straight to the point.” He gulps, a nervous smile takes place, all confidence he had a second ago disappeared. “I- I’ll do a tab.” 

“Name?” 

“Jake.” 

“Hangman, hurry up man!” 

“Or Hangman, I take it?” You glance up at him through your lashes. 

He nods, “it’s a likely possibility.” 

“Better take your drinks and snacks over there before your friends get too rowdy.” 

“Right.” He grabs all the drinks and works and holding the beer nuts (for Bob). “Thanks again.” 

“Yep.” You serve a small group of people before pouring Pete his drink. “You got something you want to say Pete?” 

-

Jake glances over at the bar, not looking for anyone in particular (lie) and his gaze happens to fall on you. 

He watches as you and Pete talk, wondering how you know his former teacher. 

-

“Me? No,” he shakes his head, “no.” 

“Sure, you don’t.” 

“I- are you sure you’re, okay?” 

“Honestly?” 

“I’d prefer it and I think it would be good for you.” 

“It’s that time.” 

“Time for?” 

“The time he decided he didn’t want to be a part of our life anymore, when he walked out on us.” 

“Oh, why didn’t you say anything?” 

-

Jake may not know you, but he does want to, so he can make sure you don’t look this upset again (if only he knew what the future entailed). 

-

“I’m not going to make my pity party anybody’s business.” 

“It’s not a pity party, you know you have a right to be upset.” 

“I do but I also feel like I should have moved on from this. It’s been- what, six- almost seven years now?” 

“Grief and heartache don’t heal fast enough for everyone.” 

You close your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think-” 

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I mean I still miss them, and our situations may be different but what we feel is the same. You just gotta take your time. No one will judge you for that.” 

You chuckle, wiping the corner of your eyes. “When did you get so wise?” 

“I didn’t. I just remember a lot of words.” 

“And Penny wonders why I worry about the two of you?” 

“Now that was uncalled for.” 

“But I’m not wrong.” You breathe out a deep sigh, “thank you, Pete.” 

He nods, lifting his drink to take a sip. 

You close your eyes, taking a few seconds to gather yourself enough to pass by the customers. You pat Cody’s arm, telling him to take over while you do inventory. 

-

“You can do this,” you whisper to yourself. “You can do this.” 

You grab the clipboard off the desk and start your new task. 

-

“Bars closing in an hour,” Marty informs you as he grabs a box of liquor. “Okay- wait- wait- how much of that do we have left?” 

“I think this is the last of it.” 

“Thank you!” 

“No problem.” 

You set the clipboard back onto Penny’s desk and exit the back room. 

-

“Hey, Peggy Sue.” 

Penny shakes her head, “you’re never going to give up with that nickname, are you?” She sets the clean glass back in its proper place. 

You shake your head, “never.” 

“Alright then.” 

“If you want to leave early, you can. I’ve got this.” 

“Are you sure?” She glances over at the clock. 

“It’s only gonna be roughly fourth five minutes before you need to leave. I can ever lock up.” 

“Are you sure? You’ll be completely alone.” 

You nod, “I got this.” 

“Thank you, my dear.” She comes around the bar, hugging you tightly. “Thank you.” 

You chuckle, awkwardly patting her arm, “go, go. You’ll have fun and that’s all that matters.” 

“You swear you don’t have to go home early? Mary and Eddie are doing alright?” 

“They’re fine. Maryanne is at a friend’s house for a sleepover, all set to be picked up in the morning and Edwin is at home with the babysitter.” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay?” 

“I’m going. I’m going.” 

-

You double check the doors, make sure the tables and bar are wiped down, the information for the next order is ready. 

“All set,” you whisper. “Time to lock up and hit the road.” You grab your purse and pull out your keys while you hum “hit the road jack”. 

There’s the click and you set the work keys back in your purse. 

The gravel crunching beneath the stranger’s shoes puts you on high alert. You place your keys between your fingers. “Whoever it is, you should know to turn around and go back where you came from before you get an ass kicking.” 

“Uh- shit- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to alarm you or anything.” 

You turn around to find the cocky pilot. 

“I just- I felt I should apologize for the way I acted earlier. I shouldn’t have done that. Lord knows I was taught better than that.” 

“And you thought waiting until it was late at night, waiting for who knows how long to apologize.” 

“Who’s to say I didn’t want to wait until her next shift to talk to a pretty lady?” 

Your brows rise slightly, “oh?” 

“Could I- would it be alright if I asked for your number?” 

“You sure move fast, don’t you?” 

He straightens his posture. “I didn’t hear a no.” 

“I guess you didn’t but, how do I know you won’t send me graphic and inappropriate pictures?” 

“I won’t send you anything you wouldn’t enjoy.” 

You gasp, throwing your head break as you chuckle. 

He finds himself smiling, feeling better now than he did before. 

“If I give you my number, do you promise not to stalk me?” 

“I was gonna ask the same thing.” 

“Okay, jokester. Give me your phone.” You hold your hand out for him to set his phone in your hand. 

“Woah, hey now.” 

“What?”

“We’ve just met. How do I know you won’t run off with my phone the second you get it?” 

“Do I look like the kind of person to do that?” 

He shrugs, “no, but you never know.” 

“Okay,” you pull your phone out of your pocket, “we trade on the count of three. We say one, two, three then we trade. Got it?” 

“Got it.” 

“One. Two. Three.” 

You return the others phone almost as fast as you got them. 

“Jake?” 

“Yep.” 

The corners of your mouth twitch slightly, tugging upwards hard enough for someone to tell if you’re smiling unless they were looking at you (which he was). “Cute but I don’t think it fits with your whole “cocky, I could careless” attitude.” 

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, “you caught that.” 

“Mm-hmm, kind of hard not to.” 

“Right,” he mutters, averting his gaze from yours. 

You’ve seen him around the bar, honestly all the pilots but more so him but he usually has some random woman around his arm, and it’s never been the same one. 

“Are you okay?” You ask with a concerned tone. 

“What?” Your question catches him off guard. 

“Are you okay?” 

“I,” he pauses, trying to come up with an answer maybe the same answer he’s been giving everyone, but he doesn’t want to lie to you. “Why do you ask?” 

“You seemed distracted today and there was no young thing hanging off your arm, giggling at everything you say.” 

One corner of his lips tugs upwards. “Didn’t realize you noticed about me.” 

You tilt your head, staring at him with a raised brow (giving him the “mom” look like Maryanne says), “that’s not an answer.” 

“Is pass an option?” 

You sigh, “if you don’t want to answer the question that’s fine but I need to-” 

“No, no. I’m sorry. I- I did have a “date”,” he says with a grimaced expression. “But they had to cancel which felt like a huge relief and I’ve never felt that way. Ever. I just- I also haven’t felt like this...” 

“Let me guess, ever?” 

He nods, chuckling, “yep.” 

“Can I ask you something without you getting upset?” 

“Fire away.” The nickname sweetheart sits on the tip of his tongue. 

“How do you do it?” 

“Do what?” 

“Go out with a bunch of different women whenever you’re back here. I mean- I thought- wouldn't you want to be with one person who could support you and be there for you whenever. You know you would have someone who knows who well enough to help you after you come home from a- a mission whether it was a good one or a bad one. You wouldn’t have to ask because you’d already have that support. I- uh- I just realized I'm rambling about something that is not my business. I’m sorry.” 

Jake shakes his head, “no, no. It’s okay. Honestly, it’s kind of refreshing. No one’s asked me before. I- sometimes I do think about that, but I don’t think it’s going to happen for me.” 

You furrow your brows, “why?” 

“Have you met me? All people see is the asshole Hangman who leaves his teammates behind. Why would that guy find someone to be by his side?” 

“Has anyone else seen the other parts of you or are you so programmed to be an asshole that you can’t?” 

He says nothing. 

Your phone buzzes, you turn it on to find that Maryanne asking if you’re home yet because Edwin stole the babysitter’s phone to call her asking the same question. He’s not going to sleep until your home. 

“I’m gonna take it that your silence means you’re so programmed to be an asshole which sucks but if you try to be less of that “Hangman asshole” maybe you’d find something unexpected. I also have to go. Keep this conversation in mind, alright? Later, Jake.” 

He nods, watching as you run to your car, hair swaying side to side. 

After your car exits the parking lot, he realizes he’s alone... again and heads to his own car, making his way home. 

-

Therapist Bartender 

Ik you didn’t ask but I made it home 2:46am Sent Read 

You throw your head back against the pillows, finding yourself cringing at your text until the dimming light becomes bright again. 

Jake (From the Bar) 

I was going to ask but looks like you beat me to it 2:46am Sent Read 

You don’t realize it but you’re smiling as you text him, the same goes for Jake. 

Therapist Bartender 

Guess I’m in your head… oh and there are the provocative pictures 2:48am Sent Read 

Jake (From the Bar) 

You think you’re funny, don’t you? 2:49am Sent Read 

Therapist Bartender 

*Shrug woman emoji* I try 2:49am Sent Read  

Therapist Bartender 

Am I making your night better with my terrible humor? 2:50am Sent Read  

Jake (From the Bar) 

You have no idea 2:51am Sent Read 

You cover your mouth when you yawn, you’re so tired but you don’t want to stop talking to him. You can’t fight it anymore. 

Therapist Bartender 

I’m gonna have to put this on pause or else you’ll be talking to a sleeping person lol 2:55am Sent Read  

Jake (From the Bar) 

If we must 2:55am Sent Read 

Jake (From the Bar) 

Goodnight sweetheart 2:57am Sent Read 

-

The next night Jake and the others come into the hard deck for some fun, none of them have a mission coming up soon so they figured why not actually enjoy the night and drink until they can’t anymore at their favorite bar. 

-

“How was the sleepover?” asks Penny. 

“Maryanne had a blast,” you answer with a smile. 

No one quite knows what’s happened to you, but no one is certainly going to question it. 

“That’s good to hear. I know you were a little out of it and were worried how she was going to be. Believe it or not, I was the same way with Amelia.” 

“I’m gonna with or not.” 

“Oh, don’t be like that.” 

You laugh as you move towards the end of the bar, serving a customer. 

-

Jake offers to get the first round of drinks. 

-

He starts walking towards the bar, spotting you almost immediately. 

You offer a wave with a small smile. 

He waves back and almost bumps into someone right after. 

You cover your mouth, not wanting him to see. 

He shakes his head; you know he sees you “trying” not to laugh at him but neither of you care. “Hey,” you greet, leaning on the bar top. 

“Hey back to you.” 

“You gonna order something?” 

“Is staring at the therapist bartender not on the menu tonight?” 

You scoff, “flirting will get you nowhere.” 

-

Natasha smacks Javy’s arm. 

“What?” He asks, rubbing his arm. 

“When did he get close with the bartender?” 

“I- oh. Oh,” Javy starts chuckling. 

“What?” 

“I don’t know they got close, but it looks like he’s got a crush.” 

“Are you serious?” She asks with a smirk stretching across her lips. 

“Big time.” 

“How much you wanna bet?” 

“Not now,” he shakes his head. 

She tilts her head and furrows her brows, “why not now?” 

“He won’t make a move for a long time.” 

She shakes her head, lining up her shot. “I may not be betting on Bagman, but I just made fifty off your dumbass.” 

“That’s cheating!” 

“It’s not cheating if I play by the rules.” 

Javy narrows his eyes at her. “Double or nothing.” 

“You’re on.” 

-

“I think flirting is giving me all that I want.” 

“And what’s that, Jake from the bar?” 

“A few more seconds to talk to you.” 

You click your tongue, “you’re good I’ll give you that. A round of beers plus a soda and beer nuts, right?” 

“You remembered. Does this mean I’m your favorite?” 

You shake your head, “no.” 

He grabs the order, “you’re breakin’ my heart, sweetheart.” 

“Have fun, Jake.” 

He walks away with a satisfied smile on his face. 

Penny stands beside you with her hands on her hips, “what was that?” 

“That was nothing.” 

“That was not nothing.” 

“I work to do. Bye Penny!” You move to the end of the bar as quick as you can, catching Jake’s eye. 

He raises his beer to you; you nod and resume with your previous activities. 

-

“When’s the wedding?” Bradley asks. 

“I’m not listening to you, Chicken.” 

The pilots chuckle, knowing full well that Jake “Hangman” Seresin is completely smitten with you.

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Mother I’d Like To….

Jake Seresin x Bradshaw Wife Reader

Warnings: grey hair, aging insecurity, age gap(reader:45 J:34), Jake“I Love My Wife” Seresin, stepdad j.s, unnamed douchy ex/husband, religious word is used once-blasphemy, sprinkle of curse words, slighty smutty end

Summary: She embraced her grey hair with ease never seeing a problem with it until one night a young mean woman words come crashing into her head.

“One man's loss is another man's gain”.

ofc:Lucie Bradshaw-Seresin, other oc: Leo Bradshaw-Seresin,

pretend goose was born in 59 and the b4 he met carole he had a kid in 77 and then met carole and had bradley in 80. Also there’s kid name in their bcus Lucie has a son from her previous marriage and his name is hyphenated just like his mother. idc idc reader is an admiral while jakes still a lieutenant idk how idky. There’s five admiral’s instead of four.

AN: plz i don’t why the title is that don’t ask me, im dealing with insomia rn. I was gonna do B.Bx Reader. But decided against it. an old draft that took forever to finish. Should I make this into a small series?

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“Awe, I think its nice your younger brother is here with you celebrating your 54th birthday”, the younger waitress drops the cake down infront of her.“Give him my number please”. (sn: waitress purposely switched the bday # around)

Lucie was beyond tired— not because she had get up for work the next morning, but because she’s sick and tired of being mistakened for her husbands sister. Jake Seresin is a blonde man, while Lucie Bradshaw-Seresin still had streaks of her brunette hair left. She couldn’t help but think about what that waitress said a couple of nights ago.

Look normally comments don’t bother her, being a mother and a woman in the navy she’s built a pretty thick shield around herself, Lucie always throws a fake smile on her face and pushes it to the back of her mind. But she’s cant help but realize the wrinkles that have made her face their new home or how her bones cracked when she went on her morning and evening run.

She’s getting old— what’s new?, You can only handle being mistakened as your husband’s sister for so long before your self-confidence sinks into hell. Lucie Seresin is always been known for impulsiveness, she’s proved it too many times to count. There’s a reason why the navy calls her Falcon.

An example is allowing that jackass to walk all over her.

She was standing infront of the bathroom mirror alongside her was a box of brown hair dye on the counter. While Lucie there she spends sometimes looking at herself, picking and prodding at her sagging skin.

Surprisingly. Only because she’s afraid of what Jake will think if her hair is re-dyed.

No matter how many times she dyes her hair, she still be old. “Hey Jake where’s your old lady at?”.

Lucie talked him up. She recognized that cologne from anywhere, Lucie straightens up and throws a fake smile on her face and greets her husband.“Hello Lieutenant Commander?”.

“I hate that dumb fuck so much”. Jake says, he has one hand on his hip and the other hand is carding through Lucie’s hair. “I swear Lucie the next time him and I—”.

Lucie could see Jake visibly stiffen, she could feel his confusion.“My Love is there is a box of hair dye behind you?”

“Mr. I See All”.

Shit…that— Lucie herself stiffens at the mention of the hair dye, suddenly finds herself combing through various insecurities in her head. Was she right— did Jake also hate her grey hair?, did he want her to keep the grey?

“Options”, Lucie lies with a smile on her face.“Just wanted to have just in case”.

Her husband green eyes zeroed in on her, but luckily he drops it.“okay darlin”. Maybe she should dye it, Jake doesn’t deserve someone like her on his arm.

“I know my opinion wasn’t asked for, but I love your grey hair”. You gotta be fucking kidding me. Wait a minute—

“Really?”

“Of course, darlin—how could I not?”

Thank god, that means Lucie doesn’t have use her hair dye— also means that she just wasted 15 dollars.

“Wow”, she doesn’t mean for that slip— but then again maybe this conversation is something they need have. She’s getting it over with.

“What Lucie?”Jake so gentle with her— he’s not getting angry by the minute. Lucie bites her lower lips in attempts to calm herself down. Great…now shes crying.

“Sugar, I’m so sorry I made you doubt yourself”, She hates whenever his eyes get so damn puppy like. He’s used it so many times to get out of trouble with her. EX:Between me and you darlin I purposefully pushed to mach 10”.

“It’s….It’s not your fault—”, Lucie starts again, her ex-husband words echoing in her ear.“Ducky, Ducky—me and you both your not pretty anymore”.

Jake’s fingers are underneath her chin, her eyes are rimming with tears.“Yes it is— I should’ve made sure my wife knew how much I was in love with her”. His arms wrapped around her waist— his fingers interlocked together. Never letting her go.

“I looked so much better in my prime Jake— I looked so good twenty years ago”. Lucie spits out her mouth-as if she just tasted something distasteful.

“Blasphemy” Jake’s shaking his head, and pulls from Lucie him— having the need to make sure his hardheaded wife listens to him.

“Jake—”. A strong hands strokes her face, dissuading Lucie from saying more hurtful words.

“Lucie, Lucie—darlin I know you outrank me by alot but listen to me right now”. He standing infront of her with a slight frown on his face. “I love every physical & emotional trait about you from your grey hair to the stretch marks from carrying our son to how you switch between Lucie to Admiral Seresin or how you always smile when you see a bird in the air”.

God her husband could’ve been a poet. She practically throws herself into Jake arms— clinging onto him for dear life. “You mean that Jake?”.

“Of course I mean that darlin, I’ll love you till the day I die”. She hates when Jake pulls her out of his arms again. “Darlin the dye must go”.

He walks over to the bathroom counter—“Would you like to do the honors Lucie?”

“Sure Lieutenant”, She replied with a small smile on her face, Lucie picked up the hair dye box and without hesitation threw it away.

“Need make sure you understand how much I love you twenty years later”, Jake stands behind her.

“Come show me Seresin”, he has his hands tightly wrapped around waist.

“I will Seresin”.

[landosgirl97]

Welcome to my Blog!

I write for: Outer Banks, Top Gun: Maverick, and Austin Butler.

You are welcome to send requests as they are open, but if I don’t find the inspiration for them, I may not write it. Also, please keep in mind that I work a job, have a family, and do this for fun so if it doesn’t get done in a timely manner, this may be why. Please be patient with me the best you can and I will try to get to it!

My Masterlist is below. Enjoy and never be afraid to include feedback! If you’d like to be added to my tag list click here.

Smut = 🥵 Fluff= 💕 Angst= ❤️‍🩹

Characters:

JJ Maybank

John B Routledge

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

Actors:

Rudy Pankow

Chase Stokes

Drew Starkey

Austin North

Other Masterlists:

200 Followers Celebration Masterlist

Stepdad!OBX Cast Mini-Series Masterlist

25 Days of Christmas Masterlist

Characters

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

[princessmisery666]

PM666Reads - Fic Recs - February 2023

February flew by faster than expected and I apologise I didn't read all that much. That being said, here's the wonderful fics I did manage to read:

Fic Title - Author - Summary & warnings (if any) copied from author original post.

📖Dean Winchester

A Few Moments Of Madness - @smellingofpoetry - “There were several things he shouldn’t have done that night, one in particular. He shouldn’t have fucked her on the kitchen counter.” Warnings: smut, oral (fem rec, male rec), titty fucking, finger fucking, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie

Twenty Minutes Or Less - @iprobablyshipit91 - Warnings: mostly just smut and a few swears! Please only read if you’re of age and comfortable.

📖Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Pizza Box Puzzle Pieces - @ddejavvu - jake is a responsible drinker, he swears. but when you’re stuck being responsible for the night, a very drunk jake gives you all but one piece to a puzzle you don’t complete until the morning after. contents/warnings: drinking, fem!reader, typical hangman behavior, enemies to lovers (really more like rivals to lovers)

Rhythm - @justagirlinafandomworld - fluffy drabble

📖Joel Miller

It's The Chemicals That Make Me Cling To You - @cockslutpadalecki - It’s clear how you both feel about each other, but you’re both too stubborn— too afraid to voice what you fear most. Warnings: heavy angst, smut with feelings, age gap relationship, vaginal sex, a dash of daddy kink, multiple orgasms, 18+. MINORS DNI.

Don't Be Cute, Be Nasty - @cockslutpadalecki - You hate the thought of being inexperienced and Joel, your caring stepfather, just wants to help out.Practise makes perfect, right?Warnings: stepdad/stepdaughter relationship, step incest, reader is over 18, blow jobs, cum swallowing, deep throating, vaginal fingering, orgasms, 18+. MINORS DNI.

📖Bucky Barnes

My Girl - @girl-next-door-writes - Just some fluff about Bucky slowly realising why he feels so happy lately.

📖Steve Rogers

Can't Stand The Heat - @cockslutpadalecki - It’s always been your dream to work in a professional kitchen alongside the man you’ve idolised for years, but what is it they say? Never meet your heroes. Warnings: non-con/dub-con, workplace bullying, mean!Steve is MEAN, dacryphilia (ish), humiliation, anal sex, vaginal fingering, double penetration (sort of), creampie, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, squirting/female ejaculation, 18+. MINORS DNI.

The Unexpected Valentine - @cockslutpadalecki - When you decide to spend your ruined Valentines getaway alone, you’re thankful for the peace and quiet but when a mysterious stranger catches your eye, your Valentines weekend turns out better than you ever imagined. Warnings: stepdad/stepdaughter relationship, step incest, reader is over 18, blow jobs, cum swallowing, deep throating, vaginal fingering, orgasms, 18+. MINORS DNI.

My Heart Is Still Yours - @justagirlinafandomworld - flangsty drabble

📖Geralt of Rivia

Daydreams - @justagirlinafandomworld - fluffy drabble

📖Marc Spector

Rose-colored - @justagirlinafandomworld - fluffy drabble

📖Ransom Drysdale

Power Play - @justagirlinafandomworld - Ransom invites you to some charity event and you refuse to go. He doesn’t like being told ‘no.’ You don’t like being told what to do. Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut. A struggle for dominance. Quick and dirty in an elevator. Biting. Oral, male receiving. Language.

📖Rafe Cameron

Gimme An Inch - @cockslutpadalecki - Warnings: dub-con, drug taking, vaginal sex, cream pie, intoxicated reader (not drugged), 18+. MINORS DNI.

[sweetlittlegingy]

The Better Man Universe

Officially has a mood board

(All images were found on Pinterest, I claim no ownership of them.)

[crazyk-imagine]

The Good, The Bad, and The Working on It

Pairing: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mom!Reader

Characters: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Mom!Reader, Edwin and Maryanne (the kiddos), Penny Benjamin, Amelia Benjamin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Billy "Fritz" Avalone, Callie "Halo" Bassett, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Bringham "Harvard" Lennox, Logan "Yale" Lee, Marty and Cody (the other bartenders)

Warnings: Fluff, minor angst, not enough communication (always communicate with your partner), minor cursing (very brief), drama, nicknames (gorgeous, darlin’, etc.), Fanboy is the man when it comes to photography, Bob is the best guy for the job of being a DJ,  Javy "Coyote" Machado is a good friend, Jake being a softie, Penny acts as a protective mother figure over reader, Bradley judges our favorite cocky pilot, everyone teases Jake, Cute quick Penny and Pete moment.

Word Count: 11,575

A/N: This can easily become a series, still thinking about it though (even though I have notes and drafts all revolving around this imagine and I made a header for it not even 10 min ago)

Answers to TGTBATWOI

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Three and a half years ago…

After the father of your kids decided that he had enough of being tied down and left with little to no goodbye, it was safe to say you didn’t think or care about dating after that shitty experience. 

So, you can fully admit (as well as Jake and his pilot buddies) that it was no surprise when you met said pilot at the Hard Deck. 

You work there a little more than part time, being a bartender there is your “out of the house” job (as you like to say) and you do a type of telemarketing at home when the company you’ve been emailing with asks you too. 

Luckily it doesn’t happen all the time but sometimes it can be pretty inconvenient on days when your babies have a part in a play and they’re the lead star or when they have their first soccer game (it was a bit of a hassle to accomplish but you did it). 

And then again, it was no surprise when Jake was a jackass when you two first met. 

You (and anyone else, yes, including Bradley and Pete) can admit that it was nice when he actually started to act like a human being with emotions and not some douche with a huge ego. 

Today however, will be the test to see how everything will be if you and Jake decide to take your relationship (or pining) a step further… even though he hasn’t officially asked you out.

-

“Are you sure you can’t watch them for another three-ish hours?” You ask your babysitter and get a lame excuse saying she can’t because she has to study when she actually has plans to go out with her friends and her boyfriend (the kids told you yesterday about all this). 

You sigh, hanging up your phone before shoving it into your pocket. You rest your hands on the edge of the bar top, closing your eyes with your head down to the floor. 

“You, okay?” Penny asks. 

You quickly straighten your posture, “yep, all good.” 

“Your babysitter cancel on you?” 

You avert your gaze, “maybe.” 

“You get off early tonight, why not bring them here? Pete and the others will be here. They could go swimming.” 

“I don’t have any of their swim things and no sunscreen. Plus, I need them to focus on their homework right now. I don’t want to have another meeting with their teachers over something as minor as homework.” 

She nods, “alright. We can have them sit over at one of the tables until the lunch rush shows. And, before you say anything, breath. We’ll be fine. I’ve got Marty and Cody coming in for their shifts in an hour which will give you more than enough time to go pick them up and come back here… even though we won’t need you.” 

“I’m gonna ignore that last part because we both know it’s not true. Thank you.” 

You check the clock on the wall, “crap. I gotta go. I’ll be back soon.”

-

“Looks like your girlfriends not here,” Javy comments. 

“She’s not- shut up, man.” Jake shoves his buddy away from him as he enters the bar, immediately aiming for the center station. He can’t take these conversations seriously without a drink. 

“Where’s the only sensible woman Bagman hasn’t managed to sink his claws into?” Natasha asks, standing behind him. 

“He’s in one of his moods,” Javy says before leaning down to “whisper”, “she’s not here. Her car wasn’t in the parking lot.” 

“Guess she came to her senses,” she pats him on the shoulder. 

Logan, Billy, and Callie wave her over, pointing to the pool table. 

She walks away from the two, wanting to place some bets (knowing she’ll make a quick buck or two). 

-

“She’s gonna be here soon, you know. Don’t pout, man.” Javy pats Jake’s shoulder, not wanting to have to console the dude for something so minor but willing to do so anyway. 

“Would you stop saying that? I don’t care, alright?” 

His friend makes an attempt to respond but doesn’t because he starts coughing, choking on his saliva. 

“You good?” 

His buddy shakes his head, covering his mouth with a clenched fist, using his free hand to point over at you. 

The blonde turns, his eyes widen ever so slightly. “She has kids?” He mutters to himself, wondering who else may have known and if this is why you continue to turn him down. 

He thinks back to the times when he’s asked you out and if you wear a wedding ring or have mentioned having a boyfriend, but the answer is no.

-

“Alright, today we can focus on your homework a little more because Pen has a couple extra hands. We ready?” 

“Do we have to?” Edwin, Ed (or Eddie) asks with a whining tone. 

“Don’t give me that pouty lip, Mister. If we can get this done before we go home, I know for a fact you would feel better.” 

“What if I don’t want to feel better?” 

“You should.” 

You turn to your daughter, Maryanne, who’s older by three years looks back down at her own work. “Thank you, sweetheart, but I don’t need you to chime in with your insightful thoughts.” 

“But he needs to focus. He’s already gotten a warning from his teacher.” 

“He’s what?” You turn to look at your son, “Edwin, is this true?” 

He looks down, not saying anything. 

“Why did you get a warning?” 

“She wouldn’t let me ask my friend for help.” 

“Were you talking to your friend during class time when you know you’re not supposed to?” 

He purses his lips, “that’s ervelant.” 

“Irrelevant, sweetheart. How long ago did you get your warning?” 

“He got it on his first day and we’re on our third day of school now.” 

You turn to your daughter, “do you know if it was a verbal warning or is there something I need to sign?” 

She shakes your head, “the first one. It’s okay though. His teacher tells me what I need to tell you when I’m waiting for him in his class after school.” 

Your son is upset that you two are talking about and “acting” like he’s not even there. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!” 

“Eddie, I need you to calm down-” 

“No!” 

You open your mouth to say his name again when he hops off the chair and runs off. Your eyes widen. “Sweetheart, you’re coming with me. Hold my hand.” 

“Mom,” she groans. 

“There is a small crowd already. I will not lose both of my children in it.” 

She lets out a dramatic, long sigh, “fine.” 

You grab her hand, “thank you.”

-

Javy opens the bathroom door, stopping when something bounces off his legs. He freezes when he sees a little boy sitting on his butt, looking up at him, ready to cry. “Oh no.” 

“Hey, what’re you doing? Get out of the doorway, man,” Jake says. 

“There’s a tearful kid in the way.” 

“What?” He looks over his buddy’s shoulder to find Edwin sitting there with a wobbly lip. 

“What do I do?” 

“Pick the kid- move out of my way.” Jake scoffs, “Coyote.” The blond bends down, holding his hand out for the little boy to take. 

Edwin hesitantly reaches up for the man’s hand. 

Jake helps him off the ground, giving him a gentle smile. “Atta boy, you’re looking better already. Is your mom or dad here?” 

He nods. 

“You want to point me in their direction-”

“Eddie! Edw-” Maryanne stops you, pointing to Jake. 

You rush over to the two, kneeling beside Jake. “Edwin, I’ve told you too many times, not to run off like that.” 

He sniffs, nodding his head. 

You sigh, wiping his cheeks before turning to find- “Jake.” 

“My favorite,” he glances between the two, “b-a-r-t-e-n-d-e-r.” 

“I can spell,” Maryanne says with slight attitude. 

“Maryanne.” 

“Sorry mama.” 

“These two are yours?” 

“Obviously.” 

“I’m really sorry,” Javy starts to apologize. “I didn’t see him and then he-” 

You smile, “Javy, it’s okay. I know you didn’t do anything on purpose. He just got upset and ran off.” 

“I’m still really sorry.” 

“We accept your apology.” You stand up, “why don’t you two go join the rest of your crew. We’ve got some work to do.” 

Your daughter pouts, leaning against you. 

He stands up. “You go,” Jake whispers to Javy. 

“Dude.” 

“Just go.” 

“Alright, alright.”

-

“So, what kind of homework do we have to do?” 

You shake your head, holding both of your kids’ hands, “no, Jake. You go join your friends. You don’t want to stay and help out with homework, that’s not what you came here to do.” 

“I came here to talk to some people, and I’d certainly enjoy talking to you three.” 

You scoff through your nose, shaking your head to hide the fact that your cheeks are on fire. 

“Let me carry little man and don’t tell me I don’t need to. I want to, gorgeous.” He lifts Edwin into his arms, holding the boy against his hip. 

Maryanne starts walking ahead, pulling you with her. 

You all settle into your seats, Jake across from you with the kids on each side of you. 

“I finished my writing assignment before we went looking for Ed.” 

You give her a small smile, “that’s good, what else do you have to do?” 

She pouts, “math.” 

You nod, “okay.” 

“I can help,” Jake offers. 

“You can?” You ask. 

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that attitude and say yes.” 

“Since when were you a math whiz?” 

“Since I actually put in the effort to pass.” 

“That’s always nice to hear...” You smirk, resting your head on your palm, “were you being threatened with detention?” 

“Worse.” 

“No car?” 

“Bingo.” 

“I bet it would have been hilarious to see teen, skinny armed, pasty Jake riding his bike through the neighborhood.” 

“Oh, yeah. So, funny.” He turns to Maryanne, glancing down at her work, “you need help with math?” 

“Yeah… can you help me?” 

“Sure, I can. What are we doing today?”

-

“Is he actually being nice to kids?” Bradley mutters. 

“He’s obviously doing it to impress her,” Reuben adds. 

“I don’t think so. He’s actually good with kids. You should see him with his nieces and nephews,” says Javy. 

“There’s more of him? There are little bagman’s running around out in the world?” Natasha asks, catching the last little bit of the conversation. 

Javy dry laughs, “ha ha. Yeah, kind of. He just doesn’t want you all to see him as a softie.” 

“I feel like I’m watching a rom com,” Mickey says. 

“But it’s actually decent and well worth watching,” adds Bob. 

“How long have you been there?” Reuben asks. 

“A few minutes. I’m waiting on my soda.” 

“Anyone want to play pool?” Javy asks. 

“Or darts? Maybe next to them?” Natasha offers. 

Javy smirks, “let’s go.” He wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her with him. 

Mickey and Bob trail behind them, shaking their heads, not liking what the two may be planning. 

Reuben runs over to the bar to grab their drinks.

-

“And how are we today?” Javy asks, wrapping his arm around is buddy’s shoulders. He turns to Edwin, “sorry about running into you little dude.” 

“It’s okay and we’re good. Jake’s helping Maryanne with her math,” you tell him. 

“You’ve got the best guy to help her.” 

“How come we never met your mini me’s?” Mickey asks, pulling Javy away so he and Natasha can start their game of darts. 

“My babysitter canceled.” 

“That sucks. Why? If you don’t mind me asking.” 

“She’s in high school, has a boyfriend. Need I say more.” 

“Ah,” he nods, “got it. Well, if you ever need a babysitter, I’d happily offer my services.” 

“Well, aren’t you sweet.” 

Jake furrows his brows; he knows the kid isn’t hitting on you, but he can’t help but feel a little jealous very jealous. “Alright, that’s enough. Your partner in crime is calling you over to play darts.” 

Mickey snickers as he walks away. 

-

“You good, Seresin?” You ask with a raised brow. 

“Always,” he smirks before helping Maryanne with her homework. 

You smile, letting yourself daydream about a future with him and how nice it would be to be able to share a life with him, having family outings, potentially expanding your family, and growing old together… You shake your head, ridding your mind of these thoughts. You don’t want to get your hopes up (anymore, then you already have). 

He glances over at you and smiles. 

You fight the urge to smile for a second before you give up and give in, smiling with just as much, if not a skosh more happiness. 

After about an hour or so, Maryanne was able to successfully finish her homework. 

“You know if she gets a good grade on her homework, I’m gonna ask you to help her again. I can barely help her when she asks me. If it was me, I would have still been on problem two.” 

Jake chuckles, “I’d be happy to help her out as long as I get to take you out.” 

A nervous chuckle escapes you, “you mean like a- like a date?” 

“If you wouldn’t be opposed to it.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, “I’ll see if I can find the time.” 

He shakes his head. 

You check your phone, seeing that it’s dinner time and you’ve been off your shift since- wow three hours ago. “Looks like it’s time to go home. I’ve still got to make dinner and figure out when I need to go grocery shopping. Do I need gas?” You push your chair in, helping the kids get ready. 

Jake getting out of his seat makes you realize you, kind of, forgot about him for a second. “Oh, sorry, I got too into my head.” 

“It’s alright, my sister is the same way.” 

“Oh, how is everyone? I’ve been meaning to ask but every time I want to someone else needs a drink.” 

“It’s okay. Maybe on our date we can talk more about things you’ve been wanting to ask me and… I can do the same.” 

“Yeah?” 

He nods, giving you a genuine smile, enjoying how he gets to see you all excited and jittery (and hopefully because of him, in a good way, of course), “yeah.” 

“Can we go now?” Edwin asks, rubbing his eyes. 

“Come on, let’s go.” 

“I’ll walk you all out.” 

-

“I’ll call you.” 

“You don’t have my number,” you point out. 

“Did you forget, I’m good with numbers.” 

You’re not impressed right now. “Just give me your phone.” 

“So bossy,” he teases, pulling his phone out of his pocket. 

“You love it, don’t lie.” 

“Maybe I do but, I think that’s more of a later date thing.” 

You return his phone back to him, “you think we’ll be going on more than one date?” 

He nods. “I know we will.”

You shake your head, “goodnight, Jake.” 

He leans in, giving you time to push him away; you don’t. He pecks your cheek. 

You close your eyes, inhaling his cologne (something else you’ve grown to like about him). 

He pulls back, opening the car door for you. 

You shake your head, remembering what you have to do. 

“Text me when you get home,” he says, leaning against the car and door. 

“Only if you do them same.” 

“’Course I will. Goodnight, gorgeous.” 

“Night, Jake.”  

-

After that night, he officially asked you out for a proper date and the two of you hit it off. 

He didn’t take you to a fancy restaurant (since he asked the others and Penny for a few different ideas on where you’d like to go). Jake did NOT want to screw up (what felt like) his one chance to take you out. 

The two of you found yourselves in his truck, laying in the back watching the stars, talking about whatever came to mind while you ate fast food. 

“This has to be the best date I’ve been on in- well, ever honestly,” you admit, staring up at the night sky. 

He turns his head, studying your side profile, “really?” 

“Without a shadow of a doubt.” 

He gulps, unsure if he should ask this now or ever. “I know this is too soon to ask and I might be overstepping some boundaries but, what happened with Maryanne and Edwin’s dad? Is he going to come back into their lives at any point in the future?” 

You scoff, leaning up to rest on your elbow with your head angled down towards him. “I can assure you that he will never come back into their lives until they turn eighteen then they can make the decision, but I will take the role of a bad guy if it means I keep that asshole away from them and out of their lives.” 

You sigh, resting on your back once more, “he decided that when Edwin was three months old, and Maryanne was close two and a half that he wasn’t cut out for the life of being a dad or being tied down, so he left, and I haven’t looked back since. He hasn’t called or texted since then so why should I go looking for him. He made his choice.” 

“And you made yours.” 

“What’s that?” 

Jake shuffles closer to you, cupping your cheek with his thumb brushing across your cheekbone every so often as he stares into your eyes. “You are raising two amazing kids all by yourself and you look damn good doing it.” 

You let out a quiet playful laugh. 

“I’m not gonna lie, a part of me wishes that they were mine.” 

“Yeah? What about the other part of you?” 

“Which one? I’ve got two more.” 

You raise your hand, placing it against the base of his neck, brushing your thumb back and forth against the edge of his hair, “what’s the second part of you say?” 

“How much I want to ask you to marry me even though it might be too soon.” 

“And the other?” 

“If it’d be stupid of me to ask if you’d be my gorgeous girl and let me in, help you raise those two troublemakers.” 

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, preventing yourself from getting too emotional. “Seems to me like you just want to get in my house to see my bedroom.” 

“That would certainly be a plus, wouldn’t it?” 

“For you maybe.” 

“Damn straight.” He leans down, whispering in your ear, “I’d get to see what you wear underneath your pretty little clothes without asking you to strip for me.” 

You scoff, slapping your hands against his chest. 

He chuckles, pulling back to see you relaxed and happy, something he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. “There’s another part of me that wants to do something.” 

“Like what?” 

“Kiss you.” 

You don’t realize it until a second later, but your lips tugged upwards, and you know you’re smiling. “Do it,” you whisper. 

He hums, blinking owlishly at you clearly coming out of his thoughts. 

You lean up and lightly brush your lips against his before pulling back. You switch from staring one eye to the next, waiting to see panic or disgust, only to find the stars twinkling in his eyes. “Kiss me.” 

“Are you sure? Because I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once I start.” 

You both lean into one another sharing a passionate first kiss (with many more to come).

-

Two years later...

“Do you think she’s gonna say yes?” asks Jake, to his friend who has a bored look on his face. 

“I hope so. I’m tired of hearing you complain and whine about “if she says no” and how you’ll “die” with whatever answer she does give you,” Javy slaps his hands on the blond man’s shoulders, “shut up. She’s gonna say yes.” 

Jake says nothing as he purses his lips, “I hear you but what if-” 

“Shut up,” Javy hands him a handful of darts, “and play. Have a drink, just do something- anything to calm your nerves… please. And you hear that? I’m asking you nicely.” 

He stares at Javy with a deadpan expression. “I’m talking to you in confidence. You’re supposed to boost me up and help me feel better.” 

“I am.” 

“You’re not being honest with me,” Jake complains. 

“I am.” He sees the look his fellow pilot is giving him out of the corner of his eye while he throws the dart at the dartboard, it lands, and he turns around. “Look, you’re an asshole-” 

“Thank you, keep telling me things I need to hear,” the blond says with sass. 

“But you’re an asshole in love and you’re,” Javy pokes his chest, “just too scared to admit it.” 

“Yeah,” he nods, until he repeats what his friend said in his head and glares at Javy. “I hate you sometimes,” he throws a dart at the dart board, it lands way off base from the center. 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

Bob walks over to the two, glancing over Jake with a concerned expression. “Is he okay?” 

“Him? Oh, yeah. He’s fine.” 

“He’s nervous she’s gonna say no, huh?” 

Jake spins around, using a dart to point at Bob. “No, I’m not.” 

Javy leans closer to the WSO, “he’s in the denial stage.” 

“I can see that.” 

“You two are messing up my concentration. Go gossip about me somewhere else.” 

“You know,” Javy pats his shoulder, “it’s okay to be scared.” 

“I’m not scared,” he denies. 

“Lying is only gonna make this worse.” 

“Can it, Baby on Board.” 

Bob raises his hands, staring at the ground with a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. 

“Your girl’s here,” Billy says, handing Javy a drink and Bob his beer nuts. 

Jake spins around just as the dart hits the center of the dart board. A boyish grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, “yes, she is.” He hands Bob the third dart, “have fun boys. Oh, and use protection, especially you,” he points to the WSO before talking off. 

“What?” 

“Ignore him. He’s in love, you know, it makes people do and say crazy things,” Javy assures Bob.

-

“Hey, gorgeous,” he greets you, placing a hand on your lower back. 

“Hey.” You turn around, leaning into him. You see the guys standing there, watching the two of you. “Are we gonna go say hi?” 

He shakes his head, “nope. Come on.” He leads you towards the walls, wanting to get away from the crowd, not lose you in it. 

“Where are we going?” 

“I want to go outside and see how much more beautiful you can look tonight.” 

You scoff, smacking his shoulder, “you can be such an adorable suck up.” 

“Only for you,” he pecks your lips, “did it work?” 

You roll your eyes, “shut up.” You grab his hand, pulling him along behind you. You happily wave over at the three, who return “cool” waves, except for Bob (he always waves back with just as much enthusiasm as you do to him). 

Jake shoves you out the door, letting it slam shut behind him. 

-

He pulls you back, spinning you around once, and wraps his arms around your waist. “Hi.” 

You can’t resist his charm and smile back at him, “hi.” 

“Let’s walk along the beach, yeah?” 

You nod, “if that’s what you want to do.” 

“Come on,” he tucks you into his side and starts walking. 

You begin to wonder what he has planned. Jake usually doesn’t like to walk along the beach at night (he can’t see your gorgeous face as he likes to say whenever you ask… which is always). 

You turn to look at him, he’s nervous but you can’t tell why. You know there’s nothing important coming up such as birthdays, holidays, or anniversaries. The kids haven’t been giving him too much of a hard time (it’s a tough process but they do seem to act like they like him when he comes over or when you all go out). 

You’re left even more confused than when you first exited the bar. 

He stops, staring out into the ocean. 

You watch him, curious as to what’s floating around in his head, “are you okay?” 

He turns his head looking at you, wondering how he got so lucky to have meet you and hoping you’ll say yes because he wants the married life with you and to be another parent figure that Maryanne and Edwin can look up too. He knows he wants to live out the rest of his life with you and the kids. Jake gulps, “you should ring me?” 

You jerk your head back, blinking owlishly at him, “what?” 

“We should rings.” He closes his eyes with a clenched jaw, shaking his head. 

You tilt your head, “are you feeling okay?” You place your hand on the back of his forehead. 

He nods, reaching into his pocket, pulling the box out of his pocket, practically shoving it in his face. 

You grab his wrist pulling it down, out of your face and look down, realizing what he’s planning to do. “Jake?” 

“I don’t know how to say it.” 

“What- uh- what do you want to do?” 

“I think it’s pretty obvious what I want to do.” 

“Okay, smart ass. Get down on one knee and ask me.” 

“That’s the thing. I can’t figure out how to ask you.” He bends down on one knee, “I’ve got too much running through my head. and I don’t know what to say. Then before I know words just start spewing out of my mouth.” 

You take a deep breath, placing your hands on his shoulders, “what’s the first thing that pops into your head when you think about wanting to marry me?” 

“I don’t want to marry you. I am gonna marry you. So,” he reaches for your left hand, placing a gentle kiss on top, “you can’t get rid of me easily.” 

An emotional chuckle escapes you, “what a sap you are.” 

“The first thing that pops into my head when I think about us being married is how there isn’t going to much of a difference because we’re already a family. But there is one thing I do know and that’s wanting to grow old with you. You know, I want us to be the older fun couple who still act like they did their first year of dating and I want to listen to your old lady problems.” 

You smack his shoulder. 

He chuckles, “while you listen to my old man issues.” 

“Something tells me there’s gonna be a lot.” 

“Let me finish then we can add the commentary later… I also want to be able to help with the kids more.” 

“You already do so much.” 

“I know but, I think it’s best if we don’t have a lunch issue 2.0.” 

You nod, wiping your cheeks, “that’s very true. You almost got kicked out. They called me to make sure you were who you said you were.” 

“I told them not to.” 

“Oh, yeah because that always goes well when a strange man they hadn’t actually seen before says “don’t call their mom”. Really, Jake? I mean honestly.”

- 

“Ask her already!” Javy, Bob, Natasha, Bradley, Pete, and Penny shout. 

You two turn to see some of the gang standing there, waiting for Jake to pop the question. 

“If you don’t do it tonight, you’re doing all my paperwork,” Pete shouts. 

“I already do.” 

“Yeah, well… then you’ll have more.” 

-

“Can you guys turn towards me a little?” Mickey asks, holding up his phone. “You’re gonna regret it, if you don’t.” 

You two do as he asked. 

“Perfect, thank you! And… propose.” 

-

“What are we in a movie or something? Geez,” you roll your eyes. 

“I’m gonna ask you now.” 

“Okay, shutting up now.” 

“Will you marry me?” 

“Can I think about it?” 

“What?” He asks with his eyes nearly popping out of his head. 

“I’m joking, you idiot. Of course, I will!” You throw your arms around his neck causing the two of you to fall back. 

The two of you start laughing. 

You push yourself off him, opting to lay on your side. 

“Oh shit.” 

“What?” 

“Where’s the ring?” 

“Right here,” answers Bradley, holding the ring box up for him. 

“Give it to me.” 

“No.” 

“Give it to me, chicken.” 

“See that, that right there is exactly why I won’t.” 

“I swear to-” 

“Shut up,” Natasha snatches the box from him and hands it to Jake. “Don’t be an idiot.” 

“I wasn’t,” Bradley pouts. 

“Sure, you weren’t.” 

Jake lifts your hand up and slides the ring on, kissing your knuckles. 

You give him an excited smile, wondering how you got so lucky and he’s doing the same. 

Your scooped up before you know it, squealing until you find yourself taller than everyone else. “Guys,” you giggle, “put me down.” 

“Nope,” a certain mustached man responds. 

“Nat? Help?” 

“Mickey’s getting a good shot of you up there,” she says, looking over said pilot’s shoulder.  

“We can do a better photoshoot tomorrow. Put me down.” 

“Can I have my fiancée back?” 

“After the old timer,” Penny pats Pete’s shoulder, “buys a round for everybody.” 

You all holler, shouting excitedly. 

-

“Not the whole bar, right?” Pete asks his girl. 

She smirks, “no, only a lucky few. I promise… as long as your phone doesn’t wind up on the bar top.” 

“You’re a cruel, cruel woman.” 

“I’ve gotta be stern when running a bar.” 

“I was hoping that wouldn’t apply to me.”  

-

“Alright, one round on the old man then we’re outta here,” Jake announces. 

Numerous “aw’s” and “boo’s” come his way. 

“We gotta go home and get the kids ready for school.” 

“Who knew Bagman could be such a softie?” Natasha adds. 

“You couldn’t have done this on a Saturday?” 

“Shut up, chicken.” 

“I’m just saying, you should have planned better.” 

“And we’re out of here.” 

-

You let out a soft chuckle, squeezing his hand as you two exit the bar. “Jake, I wanted to say by to everyone.” 

“I did too, but they pissed me off.” 

“You’re such an old man.” 

He lightly pushes you against the car door, “hey, I’m your old man, gorgeous.” 

You smirk, “that makes me your old lady?” 

“Or if you prefer, my gorgeous.” He kisses your cheek. 

“That’s a bit of an open ending, don’t you think?” 

“No because you can add anything you want to it.” 

“You’re such a sappy suck up,” you tell him before reaching up to peck his cheek. 

“Only for you.”

-

“I don’t know how they’re gonna react.” You glance over at the front door of your shared home. 

"We don’t have to get married right away.” 

You look over at him, “Jake…” 

“No,” he shakes his head. “It’s not just because of Maryanne and Edwin, alright. I want us to take our time and plan it. Invite the people we actually want to be there because I can tell you no one from my family would actually come. I mean, my sister might but… I want to make this a special day for us.” 

“I don’t want to argue about this, even though all I have to say is that I know whenever or wherever we have this wedding it will be special.” 

“Now who’s a sappy suck up,” he reaches over the middle console to cup your cheek. 

“What are we gonna do if the kids don’t accept this?” 

“We’ll figure it out. We always do.” 

“I don’t want you to be the one who’s hurt.” 

He shakes his head, “I won’t be. If I can be a part of their life in any other way, I’ll do it. And I get their hesitancy towards me. I do.” 

“I know you do and that’s so, so nice of you but you don’t deserve to be treated like this.” He rests his forehead against yours, “like I told you, I would do anything to be in their lives.” He pecks the corner of your mouth, “and yours.” 

Jake pulls back, staring into your eyes. His thumb brushes back and forth against your cheekbone. “Let’s go inside, yeah?” He knows he can only distract you from your worries for so long. 

You nod, not wanting to worry about this anymore. “Okay.” 

-

A month and a half ago…

The credits play across the screen. The sound is off because he muted the TV, wanting to talk to you. 

"It happened again," Jake sighs. 

You quietly groan to yourself, rubbing your face with both hands before slapping your thighs. You scoot yourself into an upright position, legs still resting in his lap, "I'm sorry, honey. I can talk to them again or-" 

"No, it's okay. I- uh-” He gulps, “I was thinking maybe I should go stay somewhere else for a few days." 

You shake your head, "no. No, absolutely not." 

He doesn’t say anything for a few minutes. "Our kids don’t care about me." 

You scoff through your nose, "they do. How could you ever think otherwise?" Your chest puffs out with every breath you take, your vision blurs as tears pool in your water line. 

He cups your cheeks, "they're not going to warm up to me because they think I'm trying to replace their deadbeat dumbass of a father, or they think I’m gonna be exactly like him and leave. They’re not ready to trust me." 

"They know you’re not trying to replace him," you weakly argue. 

"You could be right, but they won't listen to you because you’re mom." 

You sniff, "please, don’t leave." 

"I'm doing this to save yours and the kids relationship." 

"You staying here and being a part of the kids’ lives hasn't changed that." 

"But it will." 

This is it. It feels like it’s the end of your relationship, but you know it’s not. You refuse to believe that you two won’t find your way back to one another and have a better improved relationship with yourself and the kids. His bag falls to the ground. 

-

You take a step forward and rest your head on his shoulder, silently crying into his shirt, bunching it in your clenched fists, "Jake…" 

He shushes you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer. His hand finds its way up to its rightful resting place, cupping your cheek, "hey, look at me. Look at me please.” 

You lift your head up, with wet cheeks. 

His thumb sweeps across your cheek, wiping away your tears, “you know I love you, right?" 

You don’t think you’ve ever heard him sound so emotional (except for when he told you about his past and his family, the day he asked to marry you, when he repeated what you said about moving in, and the first time he said I love you). "Course I do.” You lean in closer, whispering, “I love you so much." 

It feels like you’re sharing a secret (which you are about Jake’s departure… from the kids for the time being). 

"I'll text you when I make it to my place." 

You nod, "okay." 

Jake leans down, kissing you, reminding you of how much he loves you. He takes a step back, one hand on your back as he leans over to grab his bag. 

You two stare at one another with tears in your eyes (yes, even Jake’s on the verge of crying- or maybe he already is but your own tear-filled eyes blur your vision, preventing you from seeing so). 

His hand slides off your back after he opens the door. He steps outside, feeling like a stranger on the porch of his own home. Jake tries to walk away before things could get even more depressing. 

You reach out, hand squeezing his bicep, silently pleading for him to stay. “Be careful?” 

The corner of his lips tug upward into a farewell cocky smirk, “always am, gorgeous. Always am.” 

You watch as he gets in his car and wave him off (breaking your hearts into a million pieces). 

Jake disappears from you view and you stand there for a few seconds, unwilling to move because if you do, you’ll be home alone… you’ll be alone. 

You close the door, resting your forehead on the wooden frame. Your shoulders shake as you struggle to keep your cries quiet. You raise your hand, covering your mouth; whimpers escape you before you can even try and stop them. 

As much as you don’t want to, you make your way to your bedroom. You swear you hear your heart break when you walk in. It doesn’t look like much has changed but you know if you open your dresser drawers and check the closet, his clothes won’t be there. You won’t be able to admire his uniform or shake your head at the way he organizes his sock and underwear drawer. 

You try to not to think about the little things you’ll miss while taking of your shoes. You lay down on your side, bending your legs, curling into yourself. 

After about an hour of laying down, you text Penny. 

SoonToBeMrs.S 

Hey Pen Sent Read 1:58pm 

PickaPenny 

Are you alright? You only say my name when something’s happened Sent Read 2:00pm 

SoonToBeMrs.S

All good here. Can you pick up Maryanne and Edwin? Sent Read 2:00pm 

PickaPenny

You got it. Sent Read 2:01pm 

PickaPenny typing… 

-

“What are you doing here?” 

Jake turns around, his shoulders sag, “needed a drink.” 

“Why am I getting a text from your fiancé about picking up the kids?” asks Penny. 

He gulps, “I- uh- I’m gonna be out of the house for a while.” 

“Oh, I didn’t hear you were deployed.” 

“I’m not.” 

The bar owner looks back at him after giving another customer her drink. “What did you do?” 

“I didn’t do anything.” 

“Did you break it off with her?” 

“No, God no. Penny I-” 

“You what?” 

“I’m doing this to save the family relationship.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“The kids don’t like me.” 

“I don’t think that’s true.” 

“They don’t listen to a thing I say and when I pick them up from school, they don’t talk to me.” 

“Have you tried talking to them?” 

“Of course, I have.” 

“No, no. Not ask them questions, talk to them about the whole situation?” 

“I’ve tried but they won’t put in the effort to listen. And, yeah, I know they’re kids and that’s how they are, but I want them to know that I’m not trying to replace their bio dad and I want them to stop thinking I’ll leave ‘em just like he did. I just- I can’t get through to them. And I’m not going to be the reason they hate their mom for marrying someone they don’t like. I grew up that way. My mom married someone we weren’t all huge fans of, and he didn’t care. He never tried to talk to us, not even after mom died.” 

“Jake-” 

He takes out his wallet, setting a few bills down. “Don’t tell her you saw me.” 

“Fine,” she sighs. “Can you at least tell me where you’re staying?” 

“I’ll be crashing on Coyote’s couch for a few days.” 

“And then?” He shrugs, “see you around Penny.”  

-

You open your eyes, glancing over your shoulder to see Penny standing there, and jolt. “Jeez!” 

“Sorry, hon. I tried to be gentle, but you wouldn’t budge.” 

You push yourself up, “sorry. I take it since you’re here, you picked the kids up?” 

“No, I left them to run the bar.” 

“You’ve been hanging out with Pete for too long. His- whatever is rubbing off on you.” 

She scoffs, “oh, please. If anything, it’s me making him less of an old man.” She sits down beside your legs, rubbing your knee in a comforting manner. “I saw him earlier.” 

You don’t say anything, your eyes shift downwards. 

“He looked really upset.” 

“Did he?” 

“He already misses you and the kids.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Don’t give me that fake “I don’t care attitude”. I know you’re upset he’s gone but it’s not like you won’t see him. He just doesn’t want to come between you, Maryanne, or Edwin but he still cares about all of you and wants to help out.” 

You wrap your arms around your abdomen, “I know that.” 

“Why can’t you two talk it out?” 

“I’ve tried to have us talk but no one wants to listen.” 

“Okay, okay. Breathe.” 

“I am but- it’s all gotten so complicated.”

-

Penny leaves before dinner time. 

You finish preparing their plates, setting them on the dining table. “You two start eating, I’ve got to make sure my makeshift office space is ready after dinner.” 

“Where’s Jake? We always have dinner together,” says Edwin. 

You freeze, handing the two their utensils. “Oh- um- he’s got- he got caught up with work and won’t be here for a little while.” 

“Is he gonna be, okay?” Maryanne asks. 

You slowly stand up, giving them a sad smile, “yeah, yeah, he is.” You exit the kitchen. 

-

“Is mama not gonna eat with us since Jake’s gone?” Edwin asks his sister. 

“I don’t know, Eddie. I don’t like this.” 

“Same.” 

“After dinner we can watch a movie. Maybe mama won’t be so busy.” 

He nods, “okay.” 

“Go pick a movie.” Maryanne pushes her brother towards the living room and realizes what she said. “No Ice Age!” 

“Ice Age is a good movie!” 

-

A knock on your door gets you moving faster, you pat your face dry, hoping the bloodshot look will go away soon. “Come in, Maryanne.” 

“How did you know it was me?” 

“You and your brother have very different knocks.” 

“Obviously if you can tell who’s who when we knock. Do you want- were you crying?” 

“No, what makes you say that?” 

“Your eyes are puffy. Is it because of Jake? Did he make you cry?” 

You chuckle, “no, sweetheart.” 

“Well, then where is he?” 

“I told you; he has a few work things he needs to do.”

“If he’s leaving like dad just tell me, I can handle it.” 

You swoop her into a hug after seeing the way her bottom lip quivers. You take a step back, sitting on the edge of your bed. “No, no, no. He’s not leaving. He’s just- he doesn’t want to- he says he wants us to have a better relationship with one another.” 

“We already do.” 

“You think so?” 

She nods. 

You sweep the hair covering her eyes out of her way, “what do you think of him?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Do you like him?” 

“I… yeah.” 

“Do you not like, Jake?” 

“He’s nice and tries...” 

“Can I ask you why you two are hesitant on letting him into our life?” 

She doesn’t say anything. 

“Do you think he’s gonna be like your dad?” 

“I don’t want him to leave,” says Edwin from your bedroom door. 

You open your other arm, giving him room to squeeze in. “Did you like him?” 

“We both do.” 

“Eddie!” 

“I’m tired of you not telling mama what you mean. We both like him.” 

“You do?” 

He nods, “uh-huh. But we don’t want him to be like dad.” 

“Oh, he wouldn’t-” 

“Where is he now?” 

“...He’s giving us space because he thinks you don’t like him.” 

“We do!” He bounces around, “we do! Call him. Make him come home.” 

“We can’t make him come home, if he doesn’t want to,” Maryanne points out. “Can we call him tomorrow?” 

“We’ll see.” 

“Can we watch Ice Age now?” You chuckle, “I’m not leaving you alone with Jake again. He’s corrupted your movie likes and dislikes.” 

The kids run out of your room. 

You change into something a little comfier before exiting the room. 

Maybe there is light at the end of this tunnel. 

-

Edwin was the first to fall asleep, you went out next, leaving your little girl to be the sole survivor. 

She grabs her phone off the side table, going to her camera app. She angles herself closer and takes a selfie with the three of you. 

LittleDarlin 

*image* Miss you Sent Read 8:39pm. 

Jake puts his shirt on, checking his phone before winding down for bed. His heart starts to race a little when he sees it’s from his little girl. He opens the message and his heart melts. 

SouthernSavior 

Miss you too, darlin Sent Read 8:41pm. 

Shouldn’t you be asleep? Sent Read 8:42pm. 

LittleDarlin

Eddie put Ice Age on Sent Read 8:42pm. 

SouthernSavior

 Not a good excuse. Go to bed Sent Read 8:43pm. 

LittleDarlin typing… Can you come home? Deleted 

LittleDarlin

Night Jake Sent Read 8:45pm. 

SouthernSavior 

Night darlin Sent Read 8:45pm. 

Before Jake turns his phone off and puts it on the charger, he sets the photo as his lockscreen. 

-

Three days later…

A knock on the front door alerts you. 

You’re confused until you realize it’s a school day and pop out of bed, running out of your room. You check their rooms, finding neither of them there. “Not in the living room or kitchen,” you gasp. “The kitchen.” 

-

You run in, seeing your kids putting their dishes in the sink. “Was no one going to wake me up?” 

“You know Jake takes us to school,” Maryanne argues. 

“He does but with everything that’s going on, I didn’t know what we were gonna do.” 

“I’m still on school duty.” 

You scream, jumping just about ten feet in the air. You bring your hand up, placing it on your chest, “don’t. Do. That.” 

“I have to get your heart pumping somehow,” he answers you with that damn cocky smirk you’ve grown to love. 

“Yeah, and I can send you to work with a foot up your a-s-s.” 

“We can spell,” your daughters chimes in. 

“Pretend you can’t.” 

“Come on, d- Jake. Let’s go before we’re late.” 

The two try to walk past you, until you clear your throat. 

“What?” 

“Hug your mother, kids,” he says, standing beside you. 

Edwin rolls his eyes and sighs in a joking way before launching himself into your arms. 

Maryanne walks over to give you a quick hug before dragging her brother outside behind her. 

-

Jake hesitates to place his hand on your lower back. 

You turn, almost automatically curling into him. “Hey there, sailor.” 

“Still not a sailor but, hello to you too, gorgeous.” 

“Can we talk later?” 

“Is it a good talk or a bad talk?” 

“Depends, are you gonna listen to me or not?” 

“When don’t I listen to you?” 

You arch your brow. 

“Fine, I’ll listen.” He walks to the door when you remember something. 

“Oh, wait! Edwin has early day today.” 

“What time?” 

“Like Thursday.” 

He quietly groans to himself, “I won’t be able to pick him up.” 

“It’s okay. I planned on picking him up anyway. I just wanted you to know so you’re not sitting and waiting at the school for too long.” 

“Are you always this thoughtful?” 

There it is again. You give him a sarcastic smile, “are you always a pain in my ass?” 

“I’d like to think otherwise.” 

“In other words, yes.” 

“If that’s what you want to call me then fine.” 

A car honk alerts the two of you. 

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

“You can count on it. Bye, Jake.” You lean up and peck him on the lips. You aim to head back into the kitchen when you’re pulled back. 

He cups your cheek, pulling you closer, “is this, okay?” 

“I’d say it’s more than okay.” 

The corner of his mouth tugs upwards, “knew you could never resist me.” 

“Shut up and kiss me.” 

“Yes ma’am.” His other hand wraps around your waist, bringing you closer to him. 

You place your hands on his arms, one hand slides along his shoulders, stopping at the base of his neck. You scratch the back of his neck near the edge of his hairline. 

He slightly shivers pulling back; he pecks your pink, wet, and swollen lips. “I gotta go drop them off,” his voice comes out hoarse and quiet. 

You nod, “mmhmm.” 

“You can kiss later! We’ve gotta go or we’ll be late!” 

You cover your mouth, hiding your laughter. “You heard the girl.” 

“Hey, I didn’t start this whole thing.” 

“Neither did I.” 

“Let’s call it a truce and you go take the kids to school.” 

“I’ll see you later.” 

“Bye, hon.” 

“Bye, gorgeous.” 

-

You and Edwin do his homework before you put on a movie (yes, Ice Age) for him. You turn your head to see the mess in the backyard. 

You sigh, getting up off the couch to clean it up. You were doing good, making a lot of progress until you didn’t. 

You fall, landing on your shoulder. You know you’re screwed, the pain radiating in your arm is too much, but you can’t freak out because your baby boy will freak out which won’t solve anything. 

You push yourself off the ground (with great difficulty) and enter the house. 

“Eds,” you whisper, sitting beside him with your arm close to you. 

“Yeah?” he asks, slightly distracted by the movie. 

“Can you call Aunt Penny for me and hold the phone to my ear?” 

“Why?” 

“I fell.” 

“Are you okay?!” 

You shush him, “breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.” 

“Where’s your phone? Where’s your phone?” 

“Look at the table beside you.” 

“Okay, Penny… Penny… Aunt Penny? Mom wants to talk to you.” He holds the phone against your ear. 

“Pen? Hey… can you come over and drive me to the emergency room? I fell and broke something.”  

-

Jake rushes into the emergency center, frantically searching for you with Maryanne holding his left hand. He stops when he sees Penny waving, letting him know where you and Edwin are. 

He rushes over to the two of you while the poor little girl is being yanked over to your bed. He makes sure Maryanne can hold your hand and get close to you before he sets his hand on top of your head. “Are you okay?” 

“I will be if I can get out of here.” 

He checks over you, stopping when he sees your arm resting across your stomach, “what happened?” 

“I was in the backyard cleaning up-” 

“I told you I would do it.” 

“Yeah, and that was before you…” you trail off unsure of how to say it without making it sound mean, ‘before you left,’ yeah, not the nicest thing to say ever. 

“You could have called me. No, you should have called me.” 

You open your mouth to respond when Penny moves the kids away from the bed, having them sit in the seats (she grabbed earlier) giving you two more room to talk. 

He reaches down for your hand without looking, letting you squeeze his hand, knowing you aren’t taking any of the morphine or other pain medication (because you don’t like how you feel afterwards). He leans down, letting you turn your head into his chest, “why didn’t you call me?” 

“I didn’t know.” 

“Didn’t know what?” 

You look up at him through your wet lashes, blinking repeatedly so you can see him. “I didn’t know how we were. After this morning-” 

“Hey, hey.” He brushes the few loose strands that cover your face back, “we are never gonna change.” He pecks your forehead before turning around. 

-

He takes a step closer to Penny, whispering, “can you take them somewhere else? Ice cream? Hospital cafeteria? Wherever. I don’t want them to see their mom in anymore pain. I know, Eddie is gonna have a hard time when we get home but I’m not letting them see any more of this.” He pulls out his wallet. 

She places her hands on his stopping him, “you don’t need to do that. I’ve got it besides I’ve been wanting to show them a few shells I found the other day.” 

He lets out a breath of relief, “thank you.” 

“You can thank me by taking care of your wife.” She turns around, facing the two. “Come on, kids. We’re gonna go back to Aunt Penny’s place and look at the few seashells I found, and we can prank Pete. How’s that sound?” 

“We don’t want to leave our mom, Aunt Penny,” Maryanne whispers to the older woman. 

“I know but Jake thinks it would be smart if you two aren’t stuck in the emergency center for hours.” 

The young girl glances over at the two of you, watching how Jake is consoling you and trying to distract you from the pain. She looks back at Penny and nods, “okay. Can we text Jake and ask him when we can go home?” 

“Of course, we can,” she holds her hands out for the two to hold. 

Maryanne looks back to see nothing but love between the two of you. Maybe she was wrong, maybe Jake won’t be like her dad. 

He came just seconds after Penny called him and made sure that both of them could see and touch you. 

She feels bad for how she’s been treating him and knows what she needs to do.

-

“You should have called me,” he whispers into your hair. 

“I wanted to.” 

“Why didn’t you? You know I would have been there in a second. Well, maybe not a second but,” he smirks but you can see the worry on his face. 

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “don’t make me hit you.” 

He hums, “it seems to me like you can’t.” 

“I can do other things.” 

“Oh, yeah. Like what?” 

“Well, if I tell you then it won’t be a surprise.” 

He sticks his bottom lip out, “come on, you know you want to tell me.” 

“No, I really don’t.”

-

Jake hasn’t removed his arm from around your waist since you were released (after texting Penny). 

“You can let go now.” 

“I gotta make sure my girl is taken care of.” 

“You are by making sure I can get to my car.” 

“That was never the plan because that’s a, dangerous and b, penny took your car remember. Seems like you’re stuck with me, gorgeous.” 

“Jake,” you start, ready to complain. 

“No, no. Don’t give me that attitude. I’m making sure you get home back to the kids safely. End of story.” 

You say nothing as he opens the door for you, letting you take your time getting the car. 

Once your seated, he helps you with your seatbelt before running to the back, grabbing a pillow to place under your arm (that’s in a secure sling) but that doesn’t stop him. 

The drive back to the house was quiet, at least, between the two of you, there was music softly playing filling some of the silence.

-

He jogs around to the other side of car, opening the door. He reaches in to unbuckle the seatbelt. 

You scoot to the edge of the seat, swinging your legs out of the car. Jake holds his hand out for you to take. You slap your hand on his, “I’m gonna need a little help getting out. Take the pillow, first.” 

He carefully removes the pillow, tossing it to the driver’s seat. He lets you push yourself out before he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. 

You take a deep breath, staring at his collarbone (since your eye level with it), your eyes slowly trail up his neck, past his jawline and cheekbone. 

It feels like you’ve lost your breath as you stare into his eyes, reminding you of when you two first started dating. 

He moves your hand onto his shoulder before sliding his other arm to your waist, pulling you closer to hug you. He rests his head on your shoulder before tucking his head into the crook of your neck. 

You slide your hand across his shoulder, stopping at his neck, brushing your thumb vertically against the base of his hair, feeling the top of his spinal cord. 

The two of you wet the others shoulder with your salty, relief ridden tears. 

He pulls back, staring at you without wiping his cheeks. 

You reach up and wipe away his tears. 

He does the same for you. “Let’s get you inside, yeah?” He removes one arm to close the car door, locking it right after. 

-

He unlocks the front door, gently shoving you inside, following after you. 

You let out a quiet breath of relief, you were scared he was going to leave after hugging you. 

The kids run out of the living room, stopping in front of you. 

You bend down, letting them hug your good side with Jake telling them to be careful and not tug your neck. 

Maryanne steps away from you, telling Jake to bend down. She wraps her arms around his neck, giving him a hug. 

Edwin does the same. 

You wipe your cheeks, not wanting to cry even though this is what you’ve been waiting for.

-

Three months later...

Maryanne stands in front of you, “mama?” 

“Yeah, baby?” You turn to look at her, seeing how she looks down at the ground. You furrow your brows, “what’s wrong? Are you feeling, okay?” You place the back of your hand on her forehead. She pulls your hand away from her forehead and shakes her head. “Did you break something?” 

“No... I want to do something for Jake.” 

You nod, smiling (happy to know no one’s hurt or sick). “Okay, like what?” 

“I- we want to do something for him for… Father’s Day.” 

The smile slowly falls from your face, “oh,” you gulp. “Did you two have something in mind? And know that just because we’re getting married doesn’t mean that you have to do anything. I know we’ve had a hard time adjusting with one another,” you move the few strands of hair that fell off her face. “He would be happy with anything whether we do something or not.” 

She pouts, “I know but we want him to know that we like him and- and that we want him to be our dad.” 

“And how do you plan on doing that?” 

“Can he adopt us?” 

You lift your hand up, covering your mouth, shocked at her surprising request. 

“Mama?” 

You shake your head, blinking your eyes rapidly to prevent the tears from falling. You wrap your arms around her shoulders pulling her in for a tight hug. “Oh, my sweet girl.” You detach yourself from her, holding her by her shoulders, “that is more than okay, sweetheart. And you’re sure this is something you and Edwin want?” 

She nods as a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. 

“We should start now if we want it ready by then huh?”

-

The wedding was a small one with only Jake’s fellow pilots, WSO’s, and other navy members invited. You both invited his sister, but she was pregnant with baby number four and was unable to fly over.

She was kind enough to call and say that she and her husband would drive over, but it’d take too long for them to arrive. You assured her that it was okay, and she would be missed (you were so close to getting to hear embarrassing stories about pre-pilot Jake).

You didn’t let Jake see you before the wedding (much to his displeasure).

You walk down the aisle with Penny and Amelia walking you down the aisle. When you asked the girls, it easily became one of the most emotional moments when it came to planning the wedding, but you have no regrets (even if the few photos of you three walking down the aisle were of the Benjamin girls crying the entire time).

It was something else when you two were married by Pete.

And, of course, Maryanne was the most adorable flower girl ever making sure used all the petals in her basket and Edwin was a handsome ring bearer.

Thank God you didn’t assign anyone with this task because when Mickey and Logan were asking you a while ago, they showed you the website where you could rent a bear. Of course, this was a joke… you hoped anyway but they did redeem themselves by helping out with all the guy’s suits (after giving them the “mom” look).

Almost everyone- that’s a lie, everyone was crying, no matter how hard you tried not to, you did.

The water works got worse when Jake gave his vows. The man may be cocky as hell, but the man knows when to put his heart and soul into something.

-

Jake could barely keep his hands to himself when Pete said, “you may now kiss the bride.”

“More like devour the bride,” Bradley mutters. Jake pulls back, needing air, knowing you need the same.

“Can it chicken, you’re just jealous.”

The mustache man scoffs, prepared to say something else when Javy pulls him off to the side, handing him a drink. “To the happy couple!”

Javy and Bradley are the first to raise a glass. “To the happy couple!”

-

“To my stunning and gorgeous wife,” he whispers in your ear.

“And to my charmingly cocky husband.”

“I see how it is. I compliment you and you insult me.”

“It’s all part of my charm.”

“You weren’t this mean when we first started going out.”

“I didn’t want to show you my dark side.”

“Sure, you didn’t.”

“Okay, enough you two,” Penny takes your drinks from you two, “it’s time for the first dance.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, “if we must.”

“Prepare to have your heels knocked off your feet.”

You place your hand on his shoulder, “play on the usual phrase, I see you’ve been studying with Edwin.”

He smirks, “’course I have. I wanted to impress you.”

“Oh,” you chuckle, “impress me? I see.”

“No more talking, more dancing.”

-

The song ends and you feel light tugging and look down to find your babies standing there.

“Looks like it’s time for family’s first dance,” DJ Bob announces, adding airhorns.

“I’m never letting baby on board DJ for us again.”

“Oh, c’mon, he’s doing good. Leave him be,” you tell your husband.

“This is a special request coming from the shortest guy here this evening and no, I’m not talking about Fanboy.”

Reuben, Natasha, and Billy cover their mouths to prevent them from spitting out their drinks.

Pete, Penny, Amelia, and Callie shake their heads.

Logan and Bradley shake their heads.

Javy and Bringham hold Mickey back from going after a power-hungry DJ Bob and Neil grabs the camera before the photographer of the evening, can drop it.

An Ice Age remix comes through the speakers and you three look down at Edwin, who innocently shrugs, “what?”

You and Jake glance back at one another and shake your heads, dancing until your feet begin to hurt.

-

Javy and Bob help back the car with wedding presents while Jake puts the kids in the back, letting them get comfortable and fall asleep.

-

“Thank you, boys.” 

Javy gives you a rare, sweet smile, “anything for the newly Mrs. Seresin.”

Your lips quickly tug into an upward smile, “I haven’t heard that yet.”

“It feel weird?” “You know what? It doesn’t.”

“What doesn’t?” The man of the hour asks.

“Nothing.”

“And… we’re done. You two ready to go?” Bob interrupts.

“We are. Are one of you driving the car back to our place?”

“No, we’re gonna leave it here for the racoons to rip open and bring to you later tomorrow.”

“Just because you’re Jake’s friend, doesn’t mean that I won’t hesitate to kick your ass, Machado.”

Your husband wraps an arm around your waist pulling you back, “okay and that’s enough excitement for one day.”

“We’ll see you two there.”

Bob waves to you with his usual, adorable smile dancing across his lips.

-

You wave back before Jake holds you against the passenger door. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’m walking on air, husband of mine.”

“Glad to know I’m not the only one. Let’s go home.”  

-

The day after the wedding…

You and Jake sit beside one another on the couch, looking through your wedding album, taking a break from opening presets.

“Aw,” you point to the photo Maryanne sent him a while ago. “When did we take this?”

“Our little darlin’ sent me this when we were- uh-” Jake scratches the back of his head, “away from each other.”

“Oh… why didn’t you ever show me this? Send it to me.”

“Can I never have a cute family photo for myself?”

You sigh, “I suppose you can.”

He shakes his head, “don’t you be trying to guilt trip me now, gorgeous.”

“Me? Guilt trip you, never.” You flip to another page, “wow!”

“Guess the kid is as good with a camera on the ground like he is in the air.”

“Yeah, I’ll say. We are so using him for the kid’s birthdays.”

You can feel the vibrations of him chuckling behind you.

“Guess that means we save a few bucks.”

“Don’t tell me now that we’re married, you’re going cheap on me.”

He scoffs, “never… I just didn’t expect Fanboy to be so good.”

“Wow, no wonder he was hesitant to ask me.” You shake your head, setting the album on the table and see the last gift on the table is the big one. “This one is from the kids, but we have to wait until they wake up.”

“What?” Jake whines.

“Please,” you plead.

“Fine, fine. Stop giving me those “sex” eyes.”

You scoff, “I am not giving you “sex” eyes. If anyone is giving those eyes, it’s you.”

“Wow!”

“I know, it sucks when your words come back to bite you in the ass, right?”

“I know something else that can bite you in the ass.”

“God! We just got married and it’s like you’ve become ten times hornier within twenty-four hours.”

“You just have that effect on me, gorgeous.”

-

“Did he open it yet?” Maryanne asks, scaring the shit out of you two.

You and Jake scream, the latter lets out an oof. “What happened? Are you okay?”

He shakes his head, holding his stomach, “no.”

You cringe, realizing what you did. “Oh, honey. I’m sorry, are you okay?”

“My poor, beautiful abs.”

You scoff, smacking his arm, “you’re fine.” You turn to look at the kids, “and no he did not. I wanted you two to be here with us.”

They run over to the couch, sitting on each side of him.

You grab the rectangular, thin box, handing it to him.

“You not gonna help me with this one?”

You shake your head, trying to hide your smile, “no, this one’s all you, honey.”

He narrows his eyes at you before looking back at the gift, ripping the gift open. He tosses the box to the side, holding a large manilla envelope. He stares at it with furrowed brows, “what-”

“Just open it,” you tell him.

He carefully opens it, pulling out the document. He starts to read it, “what-” his voice cracks. Jake scoots forward, setting everything on the coffee table so he can cover his eyes.

“Aw, honey,” you start.

The kids stare at you with wide eyes, unsure if this is a good reaction or not. They scoot off the couch, standing in front of him, wrapping their arms around his shoulders.

He returns the gesture. “I know we had a hard time gettin to know each other in the beginning,” he lifts his head, staring back and forth between the two, “but did you two really have to make a grown man cry?”

“We made you cry?” Your daughter asks.

“You should have been worried if I didn’t cry.”

“Fair point.”

You rub the back of his shoulder.

He looks back at you, “how long have you known about this?”

“Too long. I’m just happy your late/ early Father’s Day gift finally made its way to you."

“This is a- okay, new rule, give the old man a little warning so I have time to prepare myself.”

“Nah,” you shake your head, “this is better. We get the raw emotions.”

“Shut up,” he shoves your thigh.

You smile, leaning back against the couch.

“Let’s a movie… not Ice Age,” he pulls Edwin closer, “whispering”, “we’ll watch it when the girls aren’t here.”

The young boy nods, giggling, “okay.”

Maryanne settles in on your side with Jake on your left, an arm wrapped around your shoulders and Edwin on his left.

“Oh, wait. We need popcorn,” says your daughter.

“Let’s go.” Edwin pulls her into the kitchen, preparing the movie snacks.

-

He pulls you closer. 

“I told you they like you.”

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, “okay, maybe you were right.”

“I was so right, darlin.”

“Look at you trying to copy my accent.”

“Honey, I pull that accent off better than you.”

“Oh, is that how we’re playing it?”

“You bet.”

“How about we cut this competition short?”

“Oh, yeah. How’s that-”

He cups your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss.

“We’re done- ew!”

You can’t help but smile as you two part from one another.

“Alright, kids. Settle in,” he tells them.

They return to their previous seats.

You rest your head against his shoulder.

This is exactly how you pictured it, the family life with Jake.  

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Jake being Dramatic

Pairing: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mom!Reader

Characters: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Mom!Reader, Edwin, Maryanne, Sarabeth, Gillian (the kiddos), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Billy "Fritz" Avalone

Warnings: Mention of blue balls (numerous times), pregnancy, hormones being all over the place, Bradley using the kids as bait for numbers, Natasha is a sucker for feeling the baby kick, none of the pilot crew members can act like adults, dirty innuendos, Jake thinks he’s gonna have a boy when reader and Natasha know it’s a girl

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Natasha scoffs, shaking her head. 

“What is it?” You ask. 

She hums, not entirely paying attention to you. “What?” 

“What… is… it?” You enunciate each word. 

“Oh,” she glances over at you from the corner of her eye. “Nothing. It’s- it’s nothing.” 

“It’s not nothing. You barely scoff at articles about celebrities, what’s got you making noise, Princess P?” 

“I hate that you use Bagman’s nickname for me even if it is slightly abbreviated.” 

“No, you don’t. You love it.” 

She smirks, “you can’t prove it.” 

“Everyone knows you love me.” 

“That I can’t deny. You’re the only one who can keep him tame and a little more tolerable.” 

“There’s a couple of other people you’re forgetting.” 

“Okay, the only adult.” 

“You’re too-” you glance down at your belly. 

Natasha perks up, pulling her legs up resting her bottom on her heels, “is she kicking?” 

You smile, rubbing your belly. “She is. Seems like someone is happy to hear about her dada.” “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that.” 

She hesitantly stretches her arm in front of her before pulling back. “Can I-” 

“Show me what you’re looking at and I’ll let you feel her soccer kicks.” 

The smile from her face. “You’re an evil woman.” 

“Me? Never. Phone?” 

She sighs and turns on her phone, showing you your husband’s latest post. She places her hand on the center of your belly, inches above your belly button. 

You scoff, shaking your head, grabbing her hand moving it to your left side. 

An excited smile stretches across her lips. “He is so not getting cuddles tonight.” 

“How threatening,” she mutters. 

“Hey! I will have you know I am an excellent cuddler.” 

“I mean, you have to be considering your current situation.” 

“I was not going through dirty route.” 

“And I did. You’re,” she quiets down. Your precious Gillian starts kicking again. Natasha leans forward, basically laying her head in your lap as she rubs your belly, quietly murmuring to her. “You’re so precious. Yes, you are.” 

“Baby G is not a dog, Nat.” 

“I know she’s not but I’m not a baby person.” 

“You’ve taken care of Mary, Eddie, and Sara-B before.” 

“But that’s different. They’re not my kids.” 

“With the way you all burst in here, I don’t know, it’s hard to tell,” you joke with her. “Oh.” 

She pushes herself off you, sitting up. “Pee break?” 

You nod, “pee break.” 

She gets off the couch and helps you get up. 

You waddle to the bathroom. You do your business and start washing your hands; your eyes wander around the sink, stopping at Jake’s almost empty bottle of cologne. You make sure to add that to your mental list so you can add it to your list on your phone. You shake your head as you waddle down the hallway. “Jake’s an ass.” 

“Finally! A conversation I can get into. Why is he an ass this time?” 

“He posts that dumb thing about blue balls and thinks that I’m not gonna find out about it. As if he gets blue balls, if anything it’s me. But I’m not in the mood one time, one time and all of a sudden, he's got blue balls.” 

She owlishly blinks, “okay, I get what you’re saying but it was basically a lot of you saying blue balls and you lost me.” 

“Jake is a dumbass.” 

“For sure but he’s your dumbass.” 

You sniff, “I know.” 

“Oh, you’re crying. Um, okay.” She fluffs the pillow you keep behind your back, “let’s just- let’s sit down and breath.” She takes your hand and pulls you closer towards the couch. 

You sit down, wiping the corner of your eyes. “He’s a dumbass who was trying to impress the guys with that stupid joke.” 

“I know, you’re right.” 

“Of course, I am.” 

“You’ve been hanging out with Jake for so long, you’ve got his cocky attitude.” She shudders, “ew.” 

You two start chuckling so hard, tears pool in both of your waterlines. 

The front door clicks, seems like Jake and the others are back. 

Javy and Bob enter the living room, shoving each other (Bob is lucky he caught himself before he fell). 

“Boys.” 

“Sorry,” they apologize with their heads down. 

Natasha shakes her head at the two. “Whimps.” 

“Shut up,” says Javy. 

“Not a whimp,” Bob mutters. 

“Oh, I know. I sleep next to you; believe me I know.” 

Jake chuckles, “baby on board is getting more action than Chicken. This is great.” 

“Is it great?” 

He bends down to peck your cheek only for you to turn your head. He furrows his brows, “you alright?” 

Your head snaps in his direction, “I don’t know, you tell me.” 

“Alright, come on.” 

“Why don’t you consult your blueberries?” 

“What?” 

Natasha waves the two over, whispering what’s going on. 

They snicker, sitting on the recliner and the floor. 

“What are you talkin’ about, sweetheart?” 

The front door opens again. 

You all turn to see Bradley and the kids. 

“Hello, crew.” 

“Bradley,” you greet him with a smile. 

“Do I sense, drama?” 

Natasha nods her head. 

Maryanne and Edwin come over go you, hugging you. “Hi, mama.” 

You hug and kiss them on the cheek. “Hello, my babies. Did you two have fun?” 

They nod. 

“Uncle Rooster was talking to a few of the moms and nanny’s today,” Edwin informs you. 

“Did he now?” 

He pretends not to hear you as he unbuckles Sarabeth from the stroller, placing her in your arms. 

“And hello my littlest baby.” 

She gurgles, smiling once she realized who’s arms, she’s in now. “Mama.” 

You peck her cheeks, causing her to giggle. “Hi, pumpkin.” You glance over at Bradley who sits on the floor. “How did you enjoy your time at the park, Bradley?” 

“Oh, you know. It was the park. Might’ve gotten a little sun.” 

“How many numbers did you get?” 

“That’s not important.” 

“Less or more than ten?” 

“Seven,” the kids say. 

“Eight, get it right kids.” 

“Wow.” 

“Tramp,” Javy and Natasha cough into their hands. 

“Stop that you two.” 

“How was the mother-to-be today?” 

“I was doing pretty good for most of the day.” 

“What happened?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Okay. What happened? Everyone else has gotten your sweetness but not your own husband.” 

“Did you post anything today?” 

“Post anything? Oh.” 

“Yeah, oh.” 

“You can’t really think I meat it, do you?” 

“I don’t know but you’ll be on your side of the bed tonight.” 

“But I don’t have a side.” 

“Looks like your gonna have one tonight. Yes, you are,” you say looking Sarabeth in the eyes. 

“Sweetheart.” He kneels beside you, rubbing your youngest child’s back. “Come on, you know it was a joke. A bad one, I’ll admit but please don’t punish me, baby.” 

You turn to look at him with pursed lips, “you’re bad at jokes.” 

“I know,” he nods. 

You sniff. 

He sighs, “oh sweetheart.” 

“Mama, no cry. No cry,” she wipes your cheeks. 

“Honey, you know I-” 

“Stop using cute nicknames, it’s making it harder to find you annoying.” 

“Then let me say that I was, again, making a bad joke. You know I love you,” he pecks your cheek. “And how hot under the collar you get.” 

“Your whispering sucks and you need to keep it in your pants. There are children present,” Bob says. 

“Thank God, someone said it,” Javy chimes in. 

“Oh, like you could say anything,” Natasha comments. 

Bradley chuckles. 

“I don’t know what you’re laughing about over their chuckles. You’re the one that uses a baby.” 

“You gotta play the game in order to be in it, right?” 

You two groan. “When did he become such a frat guy?” You ask the woman beside you. 

“I honestly don’t know and I’m afraid to ask for details.” 

You chuckle and turn back to Jake who whispers to your baby. 

She crawls off your lap and wonders over towards her siblings, laying across their laps. 

He turns to look at you and smiles. “Hey, sweetheart.” 

“Hi.” 

He leans in, pecking your lips. “This is a better greeting.” 

“I bet it is.” 

You groan. 

“Pee break?” 

“Pee break,” you confirm. 

“I got you, gorgeous.” He moves to stand in front of you, hauling you out of your seat. His arm curls around your waist, the two of you walk down the hall together. 

-

“Other than your dumb post, how was your day?” 

“Missed you too much to care about the groceries.” 

“Honey-” 

“Nope, you can’t change my mind. Besides I always miss you when I’m out of the house.” 

“Going to the store,” you correct him. 

“Not nearly as bad unless I’m in the sky.” 

“Jake, honey.” He shushes you, pecking your nose then your lips. “Go to the bathroom.” 

“It takes me a minute so be patient.” You enter the bathroom and close the door, your eyes land on the cologne. “Hey.” 

“Yeah?” He leans against the wall besides the door. “You okay?” 

“I’m fine. Add your cologne to the list before I forget again.” 

“I’ve already added it.” 

“You did?” 

“Yep. We went through this last week.” 

“This baby is messing with my brain.” 

“Little bit.” 

“You’re supposed to say, ‘no honey. You’re alright. I think you’re still the smartest person I know.’ That is what you’re supposed to say.” 

He doesn’t respond for a minute. 

You start washing your hands. 

He opens the door, “you told me never to lie to you.” 

You scoff and try to throw the hand towel at him, only for him to catch it and pull you closer. 

“There are four adults’ downstairs with the kids… what do you say?” 

“I say, goodbye to your beautiful wife’s cuddling plus more and hello blue balls.” 

He groans into your neck. “Sweetheart.” 

“You got yourself into this mess, you can get yourself out.” 

“Fine.” 

-

The two of you walk downstairs and find the kids debating on what to watch with poor little Sarabeth looking confused in her Aunt Natasha’s lap. 

You sit down and let out a comforting sigh, you just need to lay back and sit down for a while honestly. 

Until there’s a knock at the sliding glass door. 

You all turn to see Billy looking like a sad puppy. 

Jake opens the door, letting him in. 

“What were you doing out there?” You ask. 

“These two,” he glances over at the two snickering grown men. He claps the sides of his clenched fists together (like Ross in friends). 

The adults understand his code and nod for him to continue. 

“Told me we should try to sneak in like the action or spy movies but then they decided not to and “forgot” to tell me.” 

“That doesn’t explain the leaves,” Jake points out as he pulls one out of his hair. 

Billy lowers his head, “I tripped and landed in a bush.” 

You and Natasha have the courtesy to pretend like you’re not laughing unlike the guys. 

“We told you… to stop,” Javy wheezes, pausing to try and catch his breath only to laugh harder so tears stream down his cheeks. 

“It’s not funny and no you didn’t.” 

Bob removes his glasses, wiping away his fallen tears. He turns, looking over at his fellow former graduate. 

“Are you sure?” 

He frantically nods his head, “I would know.” 

“Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up the best you can. If you need clothes, you know where to look.” 

He nods, offering a small smile as he walks over to you. “Thank you, to the only nice person here,” he says making sure they can all hear him. He pecks your cheeks and heads towards the bathroom. 

“You all are doing mean.” 

“Don’t be like that,” Jake squats in front of you. “We’re just jokin’, you know that.” He sits down and grabs your foot, giving you a much-needed foot massage. 

You close your eyes and sigh out a breath of relief. 

“Looks like someone’s enjoying themselves,” Bradley comments. 

“If you knew what it felt like to get a foot massage from him, you’d be zoned out too. But you haven’t and won’t.” You stretch your arms out in front of you, “now pretend I’m hugging him.” You drop your arms, rubbing your belly with a smile. “Is he kicking?” You look at him with a raised brow, “she is. She likes it when you take care of her mama.” 

“Then he should be happy all the time then.” 

“Ignoring that,” Natasha adds. She slowly reaches over. 

You grab her hand, hauling her over towards you. “Come here.” You grab her hand and place it on your belly. 

“I feel like you’ve felt his kicks more than I have.” 

“I’m her favorite aunt.” 

“He doesn’t have one.” 

“Yes, she does.” 

“Not after today.” 

“Would you two stop it,” you jerk your foot in his grasp. “Now is not the time to be acting like children.” 

“But-” They both try to respond. 

You shake your head, “no.” 

“No, but-” 

You wave your finger side-to-side. 

They try again and fail. 

“Would you two can it, we’re trying to watch a movie here,” Bradley hisses as he sprawls out on his stomach. 

The two mimic what he said. 

You tilt your head with tired eyes being the only thing to give your emotions away. 

They apologize and continue with what they were doing before. 

You lean back, eyes closing, listening to the movie and everyone’s quiet comments here and there before sleep consumes you. 

Jake shoves Natasha off to the side, forcing her to give him room to snuggle into your side. 

Your body automatically moving to mold with is.

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The Good, The Bad, and The Working on It

Additional Summary: Jake met at the Hard Deck but slowly began to act as If they’d known each other for years, minus Mrs. Seresin not mentioning to him or the other pilots that she has kids. They didn’t faze him, he just found it hard when they wouldn’t let him into their lives. Not much changed when they got married, it did help keep Jake from losing his mind when drops off the kid’s lunches and stopped the others from teasing him about his feelings (to which he denied) he has for his future lady... until that teasing turned into teasing complaints which he happily accepted, as long as he got his girl, he’s all good. 

- This is basically a collection of Dad Jake (Stepdad Jake [but he’s a better father to the Maryanne and Edwin than their own bio dad]) and how soft he can be 

T/W: Cursing (nothing as bad as One Shot, I promise), drinking, alcohol, rough family relationships (but things get better), not enough communication (always communicate with your partner), weddings, marriage, pregnancy, preventing fights from happening between our favorite pilot crew, Aunt Penny being a mom figure to Mrs. Seresin, Soft Jake, Rooster  judges our favorite cocky pilot aka him being a little shit, Javy being a good friend, Bob being the DJ (the Seresin’s swear they won’t use him again), Mickey the photographer, everyone teasing Jake and Mrs. Seresin

So... I finally made a decision and made this into a series... Enjoy!

Table of Contents

I. The Good, The Bad, and The Working on It Prequel // Ao3: The Good, The Bad, and The Working on It Prequel

Summary: You were too stressed to care. And then he walked in, with no manners to share. You were sure to remind him of such a thing. Turns out, it worked because he was waiting. The two of you talk, leading to a friendship; the pilot crew took that as a good thing. They hoped that someone would tone down his cockiness, that much was certain. They all knew he was smitten for you, if only they knew you harbored feelings for him.

II. The Good, The Bad, and The Working on It // Ao3: The Good, The Bad, and The Working on It

Summary: Your kids do not like Jake. Actually... that’s a lie. They liked him before he asked you out. But now that the two of you are married and he is their stepdad, now they really do not like him. One day before the kids come home, he decides to stay away from the house for a few days because the last thing he would want to do is jeopardize your relationship with your babies. This is when the kids realize how much of a good, caring guy he is, and they slowly begin to accept him.

(Smut) III. The Good, The Bad, and The Big Birthday Bash (Edwin’s Birthday) // Ao3: The Good, The Bad, and The Big Birthday Bash (Edwin’s Birthday)

Summary: Your youngest wants to have a cowboy birthday party, and who are you to prevent that from happening. You recruit Jake (and reluctantly the others) to help with planning and getting the supplies. All is fine in the first hour or two of the party but then Jake comes in looking... how does one say this without making them seem like a piece of meat... he looked fine as hell (and teases you throughout the whole party when he understands your look).  

IV. The Good, The Bad, and The Somewhat Okay Father’s Day (Pt. 1)// ao3: The Good, The Bad, and The Somewhat Okay Father’s Day (Pt. 1)

Summary: The kids want to plan a few fun activities to do for Father’s Day since it is Jake’s first official holiday being their dad (not that he wasn’t before but now it’s on paper). A few minor mishaps do happen, but it makes for a good memory as the first among many to come. It also helps that Jake just laughs and enjoys the day with all of you.  

V. The Somewhat Good, The Better, and the New Family Member (Pt. 2) // Ao3: The Somewhat Good, The Better, and the New Family Member (Pt. 2)

Summary: Remember when you could barely keep your hands to yourself at Edwin’s cowboy party, well, as the title clearly points out there was one good thing that came out of that situation. You just don’t know how to tell Jake; it also doesn’t help that due to the first two times you did tell the father of your baby that you were, in fact, pregnant, he left years later. You know Jake would never do something like this, but it doesn’t change what you experienced before.  

VI. The Good, The Better, and The Second Birthday Bash (Maryanne’s Birthday) // Ao3: The Good, The Better, and The Second Birthday Bash (Maryanne’s Birthday)

Summary: Jake might have had a lot of influence on the theme of this birthday party (but he does not regret it one bit). You just know you were lucky you have a whole pilot crew to help because there was no way in hell you would have known how to throw a party with a pilot theme. Okay, maybe that’s a lie, the cake- the cake you could do but making sure other minor decorations were accurate, you would be lost. There might also be a surprise guest *cough* DJ Bob *cough*.  

VII. The Great, The Good, and The Anniversary // Ao3: The Great, The Good, and The Anniversary

Summary: It is yours and Jake first wedding anniversary, time to take that cake out of the freezer! Bob, Bradley, and Javy offered to take the kids out for the day, weekend, whatever the two of you wanted, they would happily do it... they miss hanging out the Maryanne and Edwin plus Baby Jake (not the baby’s actual name, it’ just- she looks so much like her dad, you could not resist the nickname) so honestly, this is a bit of a win-win situation for all of you. Neither of you thought there was going to be much of a change with your relationship but to know that the two of you have been married for a year and now have three beautiful children together brings a sense of warmth to both of your hearts.  

VIII. The Good, The Better, and The Birth // Ao3: The Good, The Better, and The Birth

Summary: You don’t remember your first two being as active as this little booger butt, but here we are, waking up from our somewhat glorious slumber (in the middle of the night... alone). You’re quick to shout out for the one person your husband has a tough time with... Chicken. He makes it clear that he is not the father since the doctors and nurses keep trying to have him stay in the room, by your side. Jake finally finishes the damn paperwork, turning his ringer on to find that his phone is blowing up from Chicken. You and Jake are lucky he didn’t get arrested with how many laws he broke to get to you.  

IX. The Great, The Holidays, and The Festivities (Pt. 1) // Ao3: The Great, The Holidays, and The Festivities (Pt. 1) 

Summary: Okay, this is it, the first big holiday being celebrated (since you were way too pregnant to do anything [your words, not Jake’s] besides try to find a comfortable position for you to sleep in). Now, all five of you can celebrate at the cabin Jake’s rented for the “holiday”. Or in this case, your husband chose a random week to play catch up before the actual holidays.  

X. The Better, The Fine, and The Camping trip (Pt. 2) // Ao3: The Better, The Fine, and The Camping trip (Pt. 2)

Summary: Jake decides it’s time for the Seresin clan to go on their first family trip (before his babies grow up and don’t want to). While he plans the whole thing, you work on finding someone to housesit; you’ve narrowed it down to three candidates: Penny (of course, she’s a very responsible adult), Bob (do I need to add on, plus he won’t forget to water the one plant you have... that he conveniently named Bobby Jr), and finally last but not least, Callie (she and Natasha were running but she’s going to use her free time to visit her family).

XI. The Great, The Hectic, and The Parent Birthday Bash (Jake and Mrs. Seresin) // Ao3: The Great, The Hectic, and The Parent Birthday Bash (Jake and Mrs. Seresin)

Summary: It’s time for the adults to catch up with their birthday celebrations, courtesy of the Pilot Crew. Ever since you two started dating, got engaged, and later married; you never had the time to celebrate (Jake was deployed and it was never the right time). The Pilot Crew know how much you two do for the kids and want you two to be able to get out and celebrate so they did it. And, a special (not so surprise) guest, is the one… the only… DJ Bob. 

XII. The Better, The Fun, and the year Jake sobs // Ao3: The Better, The Fun, and the year Jake sobs

Summary: It’s that spooky time of year again (followed by the Jolly holiday). But it’s also a fun year because now you and Jake can dress up your little girl (and she’s the cutest thing anyone’s ever seen, of course [Jake gets extra cocky]). It’s also the year your husband realizes that his little girl is gonna grow up before he knows it and gets sad. He’s lucky he has you there to help him through these tough times.  

XIII. The Amazing, The Crazy, and The Creation of the No Touching Rule // Ao3: The Amazing, The Crazy, and The Creation of the No Touching Rule

Summary: It’s that time again. This time is better though because Jake’s there to help you and coach you (and whimper as you crush his hand). He also may or may not have called Midwife Chicken, if he happens to pass out from pain… pain… Ha ha, not pain, no pain. Midwife Chicken to the rescue if Jake happens to pass out from his excitement of baby number two. 

XIV. The Good, The Shocking, and The Sneaking out // Ao3: The Good, The Shocking, and The Sneaking out

Summary: You and Jake are settling into being parents of one teenager, one almost teenager, and two youngins. It can get crazy but neither of you would trade it for the world. It also doesn’t help that it’s Halloween and your first born, Maryanne, wants to go to a friend’s party. You and Jake tell her no but, she doesn’t like that answer.

XV. The Great, The Fine, and The Shut Down // Ao3: The Great, The Fine, and The Shut Down

Summary: Jake’s always been good at finding you gifts you can use every day or ones that can have a sentimental value but now, it’s time you give him something else to look forward to... again. You’re happy you were able to give him a happy memory in his childhood hometown.

XVI. The Amazing, The Great, and The Last of his Bloodline // Ao3: The Amazing, The Great, and The Last of his Bloodline

Summary: You love Jake so much but there is only so much you can do. You love your kids with all your heart and more, it’s just. You feel like you’re hitting that old age and can’t have another youngin before you hit your forties. Now, you’ve just got to try and bring the topic up to Jake and hope you don’t break his heart. 

Edits

Part 1 - Collage

Part 2 - Social Media (Twitter)

Part 3 - Social Media (Instagram)

Answers

Part 1

Sneak Peeks

Part 1 - Prequel

Part 2 - Chapter I

Part 3 - Chapter II

Part 4 - Chapter 

Part 5 - Chapter

Extra’s

The Lunch Incident // Ao3: The Lunch Incident

The First “I Love You’s” // Ao3: The First “I Love You’s”

Move in with Us? // Ao3: Move in with Us?

The Keys // Ao3: The Keys

Jake being Dramatic // Ao3: Jake being Dramatic

It’s a PC Emergency! // Ao3: It’s a PC Emergency! 

Dance, Dance, The Night Away // Ao3: Dance, Dance, The Night Away  

Headcanons

Mrs. Seresin // Ao3: Mrs. Seresin

The Kids // Ao3: The Kids

Jake “Hangman” Seresin // Ao3: Jake “Hangman” Seresin

TGM Pilot Crew // Ao3: TGM Pilot Crew

Series Timeline

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The Keys

Pairing: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mom!Reader

Characters: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Mom!Reader, Edwin, Maryanne, and Sarabeth (the kiddos), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Callie "Halo" Bassett

Warnings: The pilot crew stealing everything the Seresins pay for, drunk and pouty Natasha, Bob has a restricted candy “schedule”, Mickey just wants to take some photos, Maryanne and Edwin are adorable when they snuggle up beside one of their tgm uncles/ aunts, Bradley is not the best when it comes to sharing snacks, also Rueben was the one to make everyone keys (no one from the pilot expected that) 

Word Count: 670

A/N: This is a few weeks after baby Seresin #1 is born. It’s not mentioned here but her name is Sarabeth. (I have names for all the kids now hehe) 

Did I base this off of that one scene when everyone except for Monica is in her and Rachel’s apartment on Friends and Phoebe explains that the emergency was “they were out of Doritos”. Yes, yes, I did but then I added my own touch.

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You two barely walk through the door when you hear the TV playing and the chatter of the pilot crew. 

You glance over at Jake, who looks just as surprised as you. 

“I didn’t know they were coming over. I swear.” He continues to plead his case not wanting to have you be mad at him (as if you ever could… more like annoyed most of the time but you can make that situation better with a simple… “massage”). 

You shake your head, closing the door after your husband steps through the doorway. 

You walk towards the entrance of the living room with Jake a step behind you. “The keys are for emergencies,” you inform the group for the millionth time. 

“We were out of beer,” Javy adds, not looking away from the TV with Ice Age playing and of course, Edwin snuggled up beside (one of favorite uncle’s because if he says he likes one of the guys more than the others than a mini fight breaks out. 

Scratch that, the pilots do a dog fight in order to figure out who is the most superior [it gets rough out there when they play] it’s like a rough version of musical chairs). 

“And chips,” Bradley mumbles, whose mouth full of sour cream and cheddar chips with Callie grimacing beside him as she steals a handful, followed by Edwin. 

-

He karate chops Reuben when he tries to steal some chips, “no more. These are mine. I bought them.” 

Maryanne sits in front of his legs beside Mickey and Callie, she raises her hand up at him wanting more of his, now shared, snack. 

Reuben raises a brow, waiting for Bradley’s next move. 

The man in question shrugs, “what else am I supposed to do? She’s, their kid. I don’t want to deal with a crying young adult.” “Crying young adult?” Reuben repeats. 

“You try telling her she’s a kid.” 

The man who was denied some of his buddy’s snack glances down at the little girl only to find that you give everyone when they try to cross you. “No questions here.” He turns to watch the movie. 

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“And candy,” says Bob who looks like he needs to go to the bathroom with how much he's jittering in the chair. 

“Who let Bob have candy?” You ask with your hands on your hips. “We all know he’s not supposed to have candy after three and it’s,” you grab Jake’s wrist, checking his watch,” three fifteen and look at him.” You release his hand, letting it fall beside him. 

No one does as you say. 

“I said look at him.” 

Javy turns, looking over at you, “what’s so different when he has soda at-” 

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Natasha enters the house with two handfuls of grocery bags most likely full of snacks and drinks (for the kids and adults). She starts snickering when she focuses her attention on your stance. “Looks like we’re busted.” 

“Are you drunk?” 

She stumbles over her feet, having a minor problem with a normal thing called walking. “No,” she shakes her head, denying your question terribly since she extends the “O.” 

“But I did come from the bar… where Penny supplied me with a few drinks and then drove me to the store… and back here. Don’t be mad.” She pleads with puppy eyes and a lip pout. 

Oh boy is she intoxicated this evening, it’s not even dinner time yet. 

You can’t handle this right now. 

You shake your head and turn towards your husband, “you deal with this. I have to change,” you take the car seat from his grasp. “Our baby girl's diaper. Yes, I do. Yes, I do,” you say in a baby voice. “Bye hon,” you don’t remove your gaze from your little girl. 

Shoes clacking against the floor briefly enter your ears as you go further down the hallway. 

“We wanna see the baby too,” Mickey pouts, you know he’s lifting his camera. 

“Not right now, Fanboy,” Jake tells him, shaking his head.

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The Good, The Bad, and The Big Birthday Bash (Edwin’s Birthday)

Pairing: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mom!Reader

Characters: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Mom!Reader, Edwin and Maryanne (the kiddos), Penny Benjamin, Amelia Benjamin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Billy "Fritz" Avalone, Callie "Halo" Bassett, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Bringham "Harvard" Lennox, Logan "Yale" Lee

Warnings: SMUT (Minors DNI 18+), light somnophilia goes with -->, pussy eating, p n v, unprotected sex (consensual, wrap it before you tap it people), sex in different locations (bedroom and bathroom), Jake calls reader his bratty baby, reader and Jake go back and forth with the brat nickname, cursing, sweet Jake (basically the opposite of him in tgm), minor sub!Jake vibes, real talk (about adulty things like bills), alcohol consumption, Bradley the bartender (only for friends though), Bob the DJ makes a return, Mickey the photographer has more models, everyone looks cute in their cowboy/ cowgirl outfits, the kids being adorable, pilot crew doing dumb things

Word Count: 7,954

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You stare at the day, wondering why it looks so familiar. You finish typing in, “pay cable bill” and then it hits you. “It’s almost his birthday,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead. 

“Is this not a good thing?” Jake asks, setting your plate in front of you as he sits down. 

“No, it is- -its- its good. I just- I don’t know how I’m going to plan this because it seems like the bar is just getting busier and busier than my other job-” 

He says nothing as he reaches down, hand wrapped around the leg of your chair as he pulls you closer to him. “I thought I told you to quit that job.” 

“And I told you that I have to make ends meet. We have to be able to eat somehow.” 

He removes his hand from the leg of the chair and cups your cheek, getting you to focus on him. “You don’t have to do that. There are two people here now. It’s not all on you to take care of everything, okay? It's okay to lean on me.” 

You sniffle, lowering your head. 

“Hey, hey,” he lowers his voice, bringing you closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder letting you cry until you can’t anymore and all you can do is sniffle. “Come on now. No more tears.” He uses his thumb to wipe your cheeks and under eyes. “We are in this together,” he pecks your head. 

Jake grabs your hand and pulls your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss that lasts a few seconds on your wedding ring. “This ring here united us in more ways than one so, if you have credit card debt, it’s now our debt.” 

That earns a chuckle from you. 

“There’s that smile I love.” 

“Shut up,” you mumble into his shoulder. 

He chuckles, “I don’t think I want to, not when I got a pretty girl on my shoulder.” 

“Why do you have to be so flirty?” 

He shrugs, “don’t know but I can’t say I hate it.” 

“And, why’s that?” You move your head, looking up at his jaw line and side profile. 

“It got me you.” 

“I don’t think it was the flirting.” 

“Oh, no. It was definitely the flirting.” 

“Okay,” you pat his chest with your left hand. 

He tilts his head down, staring at the ring on your finger and smiles. 

You push yourself off him, taking a bite of your food. 

He takes this as an opportunity to talk. “Okay, this is what I got from this conversation. You’re quitting your crappy second job and letting me officially help with bills while you start coming up with some ideas on what to do for our little man’s birthday party.” 

You hate to admit it but the way he said, “our little man” makes you happy and relaxed, it never seems to stop surprising you when he talks about the kids like they’re his own. 

He said he wished they were his on the first date and still manages to surprise you after saying that. He gets out of the chair and exits the kitchen. 

You huff, shaking your head while eating your pasta. How dare he be such a little shit… even if he did reheat your dinner for you. 

You turn your brain off for a second, focusing on the tasty food and not the fact that Jake is talking about the kids is hot. Nope, definitely not focusing on that. You stop chewing, a dirty thought comes to mind. ‘Could he have a breeding kink?’ 

“Hey, babe?” 

Your eyes slowly trail over towards him. 

“Nothing, just wanted to see if you wanted to watch a movie with us but I can see that the pasta is better than us. So, we’ll leave you two alone.” 

You roll your eyes. Did it just get hotter? 

“I heard that.” 

You roll your eyes again, knowing that he cannot hear you do such a normal thing. 

-

“Jake, I wanna show you something,” Maryanne says, tugging on Jake’s arm. 

“Now? It’s time for bed kiddo.” He glances over at you. 

“It’s about the book I want.” 

You shake your head, she doesn’t learn. “Honey, ask him, don’t pull on his arm. You know that.” 

“But-” 

She sticks her bottom lip out, pouting. “Now, I see it,” he comments. “This is how he got it.” 

“Who got what?” Your daughter asks. 

“Your brother got this,” Jake points to her pouty lip, “from you.” 

She shakes her head, “no, he didn’t.” 

“I’m pretty sure he did.” 

“Nu-uh.” 

“Yuh-huh.” 

“Hey.” 

“No.” 

“Jake-” 

“Yes.” 

“No.” 

You stick your curled index finger and thumb in your mouth, whistling to get their attention. “Hey, hey. No. No more of this. Okay?” 

He lifts Maryanne over his shoulder, she lets out giggly screams. “Yes, ma’am.” He salutes you before marching to her room. 

You shake your head, glancing back at a sleepy Edwin rubbing his one eye. “Okay, time for bed little man.” 

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You pull the sheets over his belly, setting them on his chest. You brush the few stands of fallen hair out of his eyes. “Have thought about what you want to do this year?” 

He nods. 

“And what’s that?” 

“Cowboys.” 

“Cowboys? Really?” 

He nods, rubbing his eyes. 

“Okay,” you lean forward, kissing the top of his head. “Go to sleep.” 

You exit his room, finding your husband leaning against the wall. 

“You have fun?” 

“Oh, tons. Did you not hear the ragger we started in there? I thought the walls were shaking all over the house.” 

He hums, wrapping his arms around you. “You find out the theme?” 

“I did.” 

“You want to share with the rest of the class.” 

“Maybe.” 

“Are you seriously gonna leave me in the dark about what he wants to do?” 

You turn around, leaning against the bathroom doorway. “Yes.” 

He closes the door, groaning loudly for you to hear as he lays on the bed. “Why? Is it space? Does he want aliens at the party because I think Chicken is alien like as it is. I will veto more than one alien.” 

The shower starts running. 

Jake pushes himself off the bed, practically tripping over everything as he hurries to the bathroom. 

You shake your head, taking a step back letting the water run over your hair and backside. “Did you trip over everything?" 

He scoffs, “no.” 

“And who’s pants are on fire?” 

The shower door slides open, “not mine since they’re on the floor but, I am afraid another part of me is on fire for you, sweetheart.” His arms slide around your waist, pulling you closer. 

You lift your head, wiping the water off your forehead before opening your eyes. “When aren’t you trying to have your way with me?” 

“I think it’s the other way around because if my memory serves me right, and it does, it was you who was begging me.” 

“You definitely did the begging.” 

“I don’t think so,” he denies. 

“I know for a fact it was you.” 

“How can I change your mind?” He leans in, eye lids drooping. 

You tilt your head to the side, pretending to think about it as he places gentle kisses along the side of your neck. “We should finish our shower soon, the water’s gonna get cold,” you mumble. 

“Then I’ll just,” his murmurs against your skin, “warm you up.” 

You bite your lip to suppress your smile, “you’d like that wouldn’t you.” 

He smirks, biting your neck. 

You shriek and quickly cover your mouth, slapping his arm. 

“Did something happen, sweetheart?” 

You narrow your eyes at him, pursing your lips as you reach for your shower gel and sponge net so you can get out and get ready for bed, letting Jake know you’re not going to give into his carnal desires (for the time being). 

You finish, your hand is on the shower door when Jake stops you. 

“Hey, hey. Where do you think you’re going?” He stares at you with his soapy hair tangled in a mess; the shampoo trailing down his temples after he wiped his forehead. 

“I’m gonna get out so you have room to dry off when you’re finished. What are you doing?” You slowly ask. 

“I just have to wash my hair and I’m done.” 

“Which is why I’m trying to get out now.” 

Maybe it’s the way his shoulder’s tense up or that you’re reminded of your brief three-day separation period and how terrible it was (on the four of you). 

You stop, moving towards him. “Turn around.” 

“Why? You gonna check me out?” He certainly knows how to lighten the mood. 

“Always but not this time, I’m gonna wash your hair.” 

He nearly melted on the spot. 

There has only been one other time when you spoiled him and washed his hair (which was because the kids decided to have a food fight and he couldn’t get all of it out on his own) and he loved it, a little too much he can fully admit to that. 

He doesn’t say anything and nods. 

“How are you gonna do this?” You ask, not wanting him to strain his neck as you reach for the shower head. Turning back around with the shower head in your hand, you find him on his knees. “What are you doing?” 

His eyes trail up your body until he locks eyes with you, “Making it easy on you.” 

You lift the shower head, spraying him. 

He chuckles, grabbing your wrist, stopping you, “that’s not very nice, gorgeous.” There’s the “you’re in trouble” nickname. 

“You’re the one getting handsy.” 

He scoffs, “you love it.” 

“Shut up and let me wash your hair.” 

He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your stomach. The tired and quiet, “yes ma’am,” escapes him. 

You do your best to be thorough and quick so you two can crawl into bed. You set the shower head back in its place, tapping his shoulder. “Come on.” 

“No.” 

“It’s time for us to get out. We gotta dry off and I gotta finish my hair before we lay down.” 

He huffs, “fine.” His knee cracks as he pushes himself up causing you to smile. 

“Sounds like you’re becoming an old man.” 

“I’m not old enough to the point where I can’t carry you.” You place a hand on his chest, shoving him back, “Don’t even try it, Mister. I will not have us fall and break something.” 

He doesn’t say anything and nods. 

You feel bad. The joking attitude he has is no longer there. “I know you didn’t mean it like that, please don’t be sad.” 

“I’m not.” 

“Jake,” you cup his cheeks forcing him to look at you. “We are together, and nothing is going to change that. You’re stuck with me like I’m stuck with you.” 

He rolls his eyes. 

You can feel the muscles in his cheeks twitch as he fights the urge to crack a smile. “You know how you told me to lean on you, lean on me. I will be by your side till the very end, okay? I love you.” 

He nods, pulling you in for a hug. He sniffs, neither of you comment on it. 

“Come on,” you whisper in his ear. “Let’s get out of here. I can feel the goosebumps on your back.” 

His breath fans against your skin as a breathless chuckle escapes him. “I thought you liked to have any reason to warm me up.” 

“Just get out, you dork. It’s cold.” 

“So, mean.” He slides the shower door open, stepping out wrapping a towel around his waist. He turns around, holding his hand out for you, helping you out of the shower. 

You reach the towel when he swats your hand. 

“Ah, bup bup.” 

“I can get my own towel, thank you.” 

“Yeah, but this way I can help and if my hand slips, well then,” the corner of his lips tug upwards as he pulls you closer with the towel before wrapping it around you, “that’s just a win for me.” 

You roll your eyes smacking his chest. “What? I’m not supposed to be completely and utterly blown away every time I see my gorgeous wife. Because I’d be crazy not to.” 

“You’re too sweet for your own good.” 

“It’s called love, sweetheart.” 

You shake your head, smile never faltering as you step beside him. 

“Can you blow dry my hair?” 

“You always complain when I do it.” 

“You’ve never done it before,” he points out. 

“… that’s because I know you’ll complain after.” You remove your towel and grab your cute, designed panties before sighing. “Get dressed then we can make you look pretty.” 

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment so thank you, sweetheart.” He walks up behind you, placing his hands on your hips as he pecks your cheek. 

You can��t help but smile, he’s always too sweet (even when he doesn’t want to admit it). You finish getting dressed and do your own hair before you plug in the blow dryer, making sure that the cord won’t knock anything off the counter. “Are you done yet?” 

“I’ve been waiting on you.” 

“Don’t give me that attitude,” you tell him while reaching for the necessary item. 

“I have no attitude to give.” 

You run your fingers through his hair getting rid of any knots that may be there. “Is your hair okay at this length?” 

“Yeah, why? Do you not like it?” 

You bend down, wrapping your free hand around his jaw, tilting his head back. “I didn’t say that, and I love all and anything that has to do with you, you know that.” 

“It doesn't hurt to hear it again.” 

You let go of him and detangle the cord, needing more room to walk around behind him. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t want to inflate your ego more than I already do.” 

“Now that I know you think so highly of me, it definitely makes me feel more confident in myself.” 

You playfully roll your eyes, “oh, no. Whatever will the others do about it tomorrow?” 

“Complain, maybe call you.” 

“It wouldn’t surprise me if they did.” 

-

Jake climbs into bed first, the sheets folded across his waist. He watches as you go through your mental checklist. “We did everything we were supposed to, so get over here so we can cuddle and stop stressing over it.” 

You purse your lips, not wanting to admit that he’s a little bit right. “Fine.” You crawl onto your side, turning to turn the lamp off only to find yourself smashed against his warm chest. You tilt your head up, staring at his side profile before he moves looking back at you as he brushes his thumb against your cheek. “What do you think the others would do if the found out the Hangman was a big time cuddler?” 

He lets out a soft, sarcastic chuckle, “they wouldn’t.” He leans in, putting most, if not all his weight onto his elbow. 

“You wanna know why?” 

You don’t tear your gaze away from him as his hand trails down your side, his fingertips grazing every inch of you. “Why?” You whisper, already knowing where this is going. 

“Because,” he kisses your chin, jaw line, and side of your neck, “I’m gonna make sure you forget what you find to be so funny.” He sucks on the skin of your chest, near the edge of your tank top. “And they wouldn’t believe you.” 

You tilt your head back, giving him more room to do as he pleases (as long as they aren’t too visible for everyone to see… even if that is his second favorite reason to give you hickey’s). “Seems like you’ll be working… all night.” 

“We have time.” 

“You’re such a horn dog.” 

“Only for you.” His lips trail along your collarbone, moving closer towards your head, nipping at your chin. 

“You have to sleep, you volunteered to take Maryanne to the store and we both know she’s gonna wake up at the crack of dawn the day after Edwin’s party even though we have to wake up early for that.” 

He sighs knowing you’re right. “Fine, let’s go to sleep.” He sounds so sad. He sounds so sad as he rests his head on your chest. 

“Don’t be sad, I don’t want you to be too tired when you and Ann are out-” 

His head snaps up. “How can I be tired when I have such a gorgeous wife to come home to.” 

You close your eyes, nails lightly scratching along the base of his neck, “don’t suck up to me.” 

“Okay.” 

A mischievous smile dances across his lips as he lifts the sheets, slithering down your body being careful not to touch you (he doesn’t want you to ruin his plans). 

The shower and your brief crying session made your body a little more tired than it normally would be so your mind is elsewhere, not entirely focused on Jake moving around. 

You feel yourself close to falling asleep, the darkness creeping up on you; your mind may be listening, but your body is exhausted, and you continue to fight the urge to stay awake. 

He pecks along the insides of your bare calves, he stops for a minute; he can’t work too fast or else it’ll get hot, meaning he’ll have to throw the sheets off you which could result in waking you up, ruining his surprise. He trails up your leg, taking his time caressing and taking care of your thighs. If you happen to find a hickey or two tomorrow morning, well that’s just a bonus (for him) he thinks as he gently nips at your hip. 

You let out a tired groan, your leg jerks. 

Jake slides his hand across your thigh until he cups the back of it, placing it on his shoulder. He hesitates for a moment after you mumble his name, “Jake.” 

The two of you have talked about trying a few new things in the bedroom (you can blame Natasha and Javy for putting these ideas in your husband’s head). Basically, he heard the three of you talking about what they want to try or something similar they’ve done, and this got Jake thinking that maybe you find sex with him to be boring because it consists of the same thing. 

You two take care of one another (at some point during the night and not always back-to-back) followed by the full romp in the hay (a phrase which he regrets telling you about to this day). You don’t do all these crazy things people do nowadays and, shockingly, Jake got a little insecure and wants to spice things up every now and then which it seems your darling hubby wants to try out now. 

Your mind and your body are speaking two different languages at this point; your mind is almost whispering to your body, telling you he’s there to ravage you and make you lose your breath; your body becomes accustomed to where he rests. But then you’re close to falling asleep, the minimal amount of moonlight seeping into your shared room becomes darker and darker with every passing second. 

The devil on his shoulder wins, he can’t not touch you when he’s right there, staring at your seemingly dripping core as he inches closer. 

His cheeks flush from the heat but he doesn’t care if he passes out from heat exhaustion, he’ll be happy to know it was for a good cause. His thumbs settle on either side of your slit, spreading you further. He can’t be slow and gentle right now; he needs you and he needs you now. 

Your eyes flash open, you squirm, pushing yourself onto your elbows; not used to this kind of wakeup call but eventually calm down when you hear him humming. You fall back, head plopping onto the pillows; a desperate cry escapes you before you can stop it. 

His hand slithers up your torso, landing in the middle of your chest under the loose tank top you wear to bed on hot nights since the AC is still broken (he’s working on it). His hand slides over to your right breast and kneads it. 

You start thinking of the way cats do the same thing, but your favorite is when cats do it on a soft blanket. Until your hormones take over and your hips thrust into him, your hands clenching and unclenching the sheets but it’s not enough. 

You place your hand on top of the one kneading your soft skin and throw the sheets off his head, needing to see him; the wanting to interlock his hair between your fingers overpowering any sensible thought you may have had. You open your eyes and look down at the man who continues to make you unravel in the best way possible. 

You’re so close to closing your eyes whether it be from tiredness or to avoid losing yourself faster the longer you look at him, you don’t know anymore. You whine at the loss of his hand on your breast only to replace it with a stutter of his name, “Ja- Jake!” 

His other hand clenches around the thigh he has covering his right ear. It feels as though he’s pulling you closer if that’s possible. The skin-to-skin contact doing more than you could ever imagine. 

You cover your mouth, the longer he’s on you, the faster you’ll come meaning the louder you’ll be because whenever he becomes impatient it’s amazing, but the kids are home, asleep in their beds and neither of you want to explain what’s going on in full depth yet (they’re still your babies). 

The thought quickly exits your mind, eyes closing at the feeling of him switching things up on you, his thumb swipes your buzzing bundle side to side as his tongue enters your weeping hole. If your eyes weren’t already closed, they would have rolled into the back or your head. 

A string of moans and whispers of his name is all he can hear (through on ear seeing as the other one is still covered). “Let go for me, sweetheart. Just let go.” 

You nod, hand tightening on the long strands of his hair. 

He groans into you, loving the tingling sensation you create. 

“J- Jake. I’m gonna-” You can’t finish warning him what’s about to happen, he knows and keeps pushing you. 

His name is the only thing spilling from your lips. He removes his mouth from your warm slit and pecks along your torso, nipping at your warn skin like he did before, he reaches your chin and swallow your moans when he swipes your clit from side to side at a faster pace. 

Your thighs are shaking, pathetic moans come from the bottom of your throat. 

“I need you to come for me, sweetheart.” His hot breath hits your ear. “Can you do that for me?” He asks. You don’t respond, he rips your hand away from your mouth. 

Your eyes snap open to find the windows to his soul swirling with lust and yet the softness of his expression makes you clench around his fingers. “Can you do that for me?” 

“I need you,” the first sentence you mutter in bed this evening. 

“What’s that?” 

You frown at him stupidly hot and cocky smirk. “Need you.” 

“Yeah? Need what?” 

You squeeze his fist with your interlocked fingers. 

“I’m gonna need you to be specific for me, sweetheart.” 

“Need you.” 

“You keep sayin’ that but, I don’t know what you want.” 

“If you- if you don’t fuck me wi-ith your fucking cock. I’m- I’m gonna search through the drawers.” 

He grunts, slowing his pace. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Giving my bratty baby what she wants.” He untangles himself from your grasp and starts to lean over for the nightstand. 

You grasp his forearm. Is that a vein? “Come inside me.” 

He slowly turns his head. “Yeah?” 

You wrap your shaky legs around his waist the best you could. “Do it.” 

He smiles, leaning down to peck your lips, “just know, you asked for it.” 

You pout before biting your lip when you feel him rubbing his hard cock against your wetness. 

“You still gonna be a brat after I give you what you want?” 

“’M not a brat,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “If anyone’s a brat,” you suck in a deep breath as he eases himself into you. 

“Please, keep going. I gotta know the end of that sentence.” His hips tap your as he moves at a slow pace wanting to make sure it’s enjoyable for the two of you. He notices the change in your expression and fastens the pace. There she is. “Is my bratty baby happy now?” 

One hand slides up into his hair, you tug on the strands, slightly pulling his head back. “You’re the brattiest one out of the two of us.” 

The corner of his lips tugs upwards, “or is that what I want you to think.” 

You want to say more, figure out what the hell he’s talking about until one of his hands drops town to your sensitive bundle. You close your eyes. 

He lowers his head, nipping and marking wherever he can reach. 

You don’t know how he does it but you’re close and he's right there with you. 

“Open your eyes.” His breath hits your face, your eyes snap open. His gorgeous eye color replaced with his dilated pupils. 

You cup his cheek and pull him closer, feeling his chest flushed against yours. Nothing about this kiss is sweet, it’s teeth clashing, hot breaths mingling until you throw your head back calling out his name. 

One hand leaves your hip, placed over your mouth. “I know it feels good, sweetheart but you gotta keep quiet.” 

You open your eyes, brows furrowed, lips pouting. 

“Don’t give me that look, you know we’re not alone.” 

You nod, knowing he’s right but he doesn’t have to say it. Oh. Oh. You purse your lips, virtually kissing his hand. 

He moves his opposite hand from your hip to your clit, pushing you to finish. 

Neither of you say anything as you clench around him. 

He quietly moans against your shoulder, his sweaty forehead resting there. 

You both call out the others name, quiet enough to not wake the kids. Your back arches, eyes closed, vision going white the tighter you squeeze your eyelids shut. 

The warmth of your body pressing against Jake’s ends him. Your chests heave with every breath you two take. 

He chuckles, pecking the skin above your heart. He pushes himself up in a half push up position. “Is my bratty baby satisfied?” 

You scoff, smacking his arm. “Are you?” 

“I’m more than good and you,” he pecks the side of your neck, “know that.” 

“It’s nice to hear once in a while.” 

He lifts his head. “Using my own words against me now?” 

“Always.” 

His arms slither against your sides until he cups your head, completely caging you with him. 

You lightly scratch his head. 

He only gives you that full teeth, cheeky smile of his as he removes your hand from his hair, placing a long kiss on your wedding ring. He places a kiss on your chin before he detaches himself from you. 

You bite your lip when he pulls out and of course, he looks up at you. 

“Someone missing me?” 

You roll your eyes, “help me out of bed, idiot.” 

He walks around to your side of the bed, helping you balance yourself. “Just remember, you married this idiot.” 

“Ah, yes. My mistake.” 

“You’re so mean.” 

“You married this,” you gesture to yourself. 

He slides up behind you, hands resting your hips. “I had to take you off of the market before anyone else fell for your attitude.” 

“I have no attitude.” 

He chuckles against your neck, “of course, not gorgeous.” 

You roll your eyes and push himself away from you, pointing at him with your stern “mother pointing finger” (as Maryanne, Edwin, Mickey, Bradley... basically anyone who’s been on the receiving end of it, says that) at him. “You stay outside.” 

He scoffs, “you make me sound like a dog.” 

“You’re a horn dog.” 

“So mean,” he mutters and starts to clean himself up a bit. 

-

You two finish and Jake wraps his arm around your waist as he helps you back into bed. You yawn, covering your mouth. “We should change the sheets,” you mutter, knowing how much of a hassle it’ll be if you don’t do it now. 

He shushes you. “I’ll take care of it before the party, okay?” 

You nod, eyes closed unaware of the world around you. 

He pulls you closer, resting your head against his chest. 

-

You have everyone on the assigned task you gave them right as they walked through the door while you do the finishing touches on your baby boy’s cake. 

“I’ll be right back,” he pecks your cheek. 

You make sure the piece stays up before looking over at your husband. “Where are you going? We have an hour until the kids start coming. I cannot deal with the others by myself, Jake. I am one person.” 

He only smiles, “outfit change.” 

You purse your lips. “I’ll be back, it won’t take me long.” 

“Why couldn’t you have gotten dressed in your outfit earlier?” 

“I didn’t want to rip anything. I love you!” 

You clench your jaw and turn back towards the cake. “Okay, it’s done. Now we can put it back in the fridge before it melts.” You turn away from the fridge to find Mickey and Bob messing around. You stomp towards the window above the kitchen sink and slam it open. “What the hell are you two doing?” 

Their eyes widen and they try to run only to wind up bumping into one another until Bob forces Mickey to turn around and the two disappear around the corner. 

“You two better have finished what I told you to do!” 

-

“You need a drink,” Natasha says, leaning against the wall. 

“I could use five right now.” 

She places her hands on your tense, knotted shoulders and forces you to sit down on the bar stool. “Breath, honey. You’ve got this. Everything is going according to plan.” She walks over towards the window and slides it open, “cock fighter!” 

Bradley walks towards the window, “yeah?” 

“We need your alter ego; Sir drinks a lot.” 

“Who?” 

“Mama of the hour.” 

“You got all I need?” 

“Bags are on the table.” 

The mustached man of the hour enters, a smile stretching across his lips his arms spread, “Let’s make some drinks.” 

You take slow sips with Natasha sitting beside you and Bradley making drinks for the others. 

“What’s got you spinning?” 

You shrug. 

“Come on,” she starts, “spill it girl.” 

You and Bradley turn towards her. 

“I can’t pull that off, can I?” 

“No.” 

You both shake your heads. 

“Sorry, hon.” 

“Moving on, tell papa bear and Hawaii what’s going on.” 

You fight the urge to smile until you hear the others laughing. 

“How many drinks have you had Nat?” 

“This is my first.” 

“What did you buy, Brad?” 

“What me? Nothing.” 

You stare at him with a raised brow. 

“Nothing!” 

“She only gets in her weird nickname moods when she’s had her,” you lean forward to whisper, “girly drinks.” 

“What do you think I made her?” 

“We’re getting nowhere. Is the party almost ready?” 

“We’ve been done for the last,” he turns towards the window. “We still have fifteen minutes and I need… grass for a… garnish. We’ll see you later!” 

“Why do they think I’m an idiot?” 

“Because they don’t use their brain.” 

“That’s a plausible theory.” Your back faces the entry way to the kitchen, you didn’t notice Jake standing there in his replicated outfit he wore as a teenager. 

Natasha looks over at the kitchen entrance and smirks; she knows for a fact that you’re going to be extremely horny. 

When you two first saw a picture of your husband when he was younger, she was cracking jokes while you got extremely quiet. She happened to glance over in that moment and knew (just like she does now) that you were horny and were bound to jump him at one point or another. 

She lifts her drink and gets off the bar stool; walking by him she says, “cowboy.” 

“Princess Phoenix.” 

She shakes her head and disappears around the corner, doing God know what (or so you think). 

You turn at the sound of his voice. You almost let your jaw drop, almost and yet you don’t. It’s better to pretend like your core is getting warmer and warmer the more you look at him. You know your husband is hot, like super fucking hot and half the time you don’t know what to do with yourself but you never expected to find him to be this fucking hot, you’re damn near hot under the collar of your cute shirt that says “it’s my baby’s birthday” on the front and say “happy birthday” on the back with a picture of Edwin at age 2, covered by a flannel. 

You love it, oh crap! You gotta make a note to thank Javy and Natasha (the most) but also everyone else for all that they surprisingly managed to do without needing to call some type of authority or an ambulance (you’ve heard their stories). At least, you hope that’s the case because Bradley ran out of the kitchen awfully fast. But none of that is important because all you want to do is jump your husband’s bones (again). 

You check the clock on the microwave, you have time to run to the bathroom in your bedroom and splash some freezing water on your face. You don’t notice the smirk resting at the corner of your husband’s lips. 

He knows exactly what he’s done, he knows how his pictures from his youth make you feel, and he loves it. He searches for a drink, see if you make a move and if not, he’s dragging you to your shared bedroom. 

Natasha re-enters the kitchen, searching for a snack, wanting something to soak up the few drinks she’s had. 

You point to the cooler near the kitchen entrance, “I know you’ve already had a drink, but this is for you to share with the others. We have drinks in there for the kids, and we have another cooler in the garage for the adults. No hard drinks, only things you and the others consider “light.” Snacks are in the bags on the dining table and I’m gonna run upstairs and get myself ready. I don’t think leggings are a good idea for the party. Can you maintain everything for a few seconds?” 

She smirks, glancing over at Jake, “you mean “can you watch over everyone and everything while I go to my room and take care of myself.” Sure, I can but do I want to?” 

“Phoenix,” you say with the stern mom tone you use when one of the kids are hiding candy and they know they aren’t allowed to have any at that designated time. 

She raises her hands, “okay, okay.” She snickers as you run. 

“You’re mean.” 

“Oh, like you aren’t gonna do the same thing when you’ve got her alone.” 

He places a hand over his heart, “I would never. Now,” he checks his watch. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to have some carnal relations with my gorgeous wife.” 

“You can’t even spell relations.” 

He pokes his out from the side of the entrance. “Baby on board got me a word of the day calendar… sexy edition.” 

She groans, walking over towards the window. “Bob!” 

“Yeah?” 

“You’re not in charge of gifts anymore.” 

He whines, “why?” 

“Your gift buying ability has been revoked.” 

“But-” 

“I said revoked!” 

-

You reach for the towels to pat your face dry, when it’s closer than it normally is. “Jake.” 

“Sweetheart.” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“You left the kitchen awfully fast; I had to come and check on you.” 

The towel rests on your cheeks, leaving enough room for your eyes to catch his in the mirror. “Did you now?” 

He nods, arms crossed, the bicep area of the shirt is incredibly tight. 

You can only imagine the veins bulging in his arms and hands. 

“Sweetheart?” 

Your eyes snap up, you feel hot. “Sorry.” You place the towel down on the counter, wiping the edge of the sink. 

His hand on top of yours stops you. He leans in, is my bratty baby suddenly shy?” 

You scoff, “please.” 

“It’s okay. You can tell me. Cowboy won’t judge you.” 

The door clicks shut. 

He fully intends to seduce you, you realize. 

“Did you wear this to have an excuse for me to jump your bones?” 

“I knew you would one way or another. You can’t just have me once.” 

Your butt hits the counter. 

“An eye roll, classic move sweetheart.” 

“Shouldn’t you be-” He cuts you off, fighting you for dominance in the kiss; his hands tangle their way into your hair, holding onto you for dear life. 

You smack his chest, he jerks back. “You- you can’t just kiss me whenever your horny.” 

“I could do something else but-” 

“No! I’m talking about today. We have a birthday party to attend and- and-” 

He places his hat beside you. 

“Oh, screw it.” You pull him into you, kissing him harder, teeth clashing and all. 

He is more than ready, you chuckle. 

He pulls back, staring at you with a confused expression, “what?” 

You shake your head, the smile never going away. “Nothing, nothing. Come here.” 

Jake grabs your wrists, holding then against the outer part of your thighs. “No, no. Come on, tell me what you find so sunny and I might help you, sweetheart.” 

“You’re the one who needs the helping, sweetheart.” 

He doesn’t have to look down, he knows. He plants gentle kisses along the side of your neck, throwing you off. “I know, that’s why you’re in here and not out there.” 

You throw your head back and let him leave behind a clear trail. “No hickeys.” 

“I know. I know,” he grumbles. His lips move along to your chest, his hands lift the bottom of your sundress only to find- “No panties?” His gaze snaps up to yours, that stupidly hot smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You plan on me fucking you, sweetheart?” 

You pout, “no.” 

“Really? So, you wore this pretty little thing with the shirt Coyote and Phoenix made and your flannel with no panties, for no reason?” 

You don’t respond. “Just shut up and fuck me.” Your hands land on the back of his neck as you yank him closer. You swear the clinking of his belt has the hair on the back of your neck standing up. 

He rubs his hard cock against your wet slit causing a whine to escape you. “Is my bratty baby getting impatient?” 

“I’m not a brat,” you mumble against his neck, waiting for him to enter you. 

He bumps against your clit a couple times, each bump drawing a hip thrust from you. He decides to stop torturing you and give what you both desperately need (not that he'd ever admit it). He slowly eases his way in. “It’s like last night never happened?” 

“What?” 

His hips hit yours as he lets you adjust to him for a minute. “You’re still so tight.” 

“Is this something we really need to talk about right now?” 

“… No.” He starts moving, getting an easy flow of things. 

You cover your move, muffling your whines. 

He smirks, watching as you pathetically attempt to quiet yourself. His grip tightens on the thigh of the leg you have wrapped around his waist. Jake leans in, yanking your hand away from your mouth, staring at your open mouth wondering if he could get away with you sucking his aching cock after taking care of you. 

“We can’t stay… in here… for long,” you whisper, whining in between your words. 

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” He leans in, moving his hands off your waist and onto the bottom of your thighs. 

“Jake,” you whine and arch your back off the mirror. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” 

You can feel the fake pout and sympathy he throws your way. 

He lifts your thighs, forcing your knees against your chest as he quickens his pace. 

You can’t think of full sentences because of how good you feel, moans, whines, and pleads escape you. 

Jake loves this, loves when you lose yourself in him, letting him pleasure anyway he can. He drops one leg to reach down for your buzzing bundle, circling it at the same pace his hips snap into you. 

You can feel yourself about to- 

“Let go, sweetheart,” he mumbles, leaning over you. He rests his forehead on top of your head, the hand on your bundle disappears until he drags your hand (that was clenching the countertop) and directs you into rubbing your clit. 

The warmth of his hand on yours disappears, only to now be felt on the back of your neck. He keeps a hold of your neck, preventing you from moving too much as his grip on your thigh tightens when you start to clench around his aching cock. 

It’s like you’re having an out of body experience, you don’t realize that your hand is moving at a rapid pace. 

He feels like he can’t keep up with you, but this is what makes it worth it (makes him harder and cum faster than he’d like too [although he’ll never admit it out loud]). 

High pitched whines start escaping you. They’re too loud. Too loud. Jake pulls your head up, covering your mouth with his. 

The noises still come out of you but aren’t as bad as before. His tongue enters your mouth in search of yours, intertwining with one another once found. “Come on, sweetheart. I need you to finish for me.” 

You nod. 

“Tell me what I said.” 

“You… you need me-” You stop talking when you feel his hot hands on your waist, grip tight as he plows into you. 

“Come on, come on.” 

You throw your head back against the mirror, mouth agape but sounds escape. 

He doesn’t slow down, not wanting to miss you come down from your high as his is catching up. 

“Jake, it's too much.” 

“You can take it. I know my bratty baby loves it when I push her,” he says with a taunting tone. 

You couldn’t even begin to defend yourself if you wanted to, your vision goes white. 

He stays still, spilling into you (again), panting against your shoulder. He removes his hand from your mouth. “How’s that for-” 

You cover his mouth, shaking your head. “Don’t say anything.” 

He nods, removing your hand, placing a kiss on your palm. 

“We should... we should start cleaning ourselves for the party. Penny and Amelia will be here soon.” 

“And the old man?” 

“He’s Maverick, he shows when he wants to.” 

He chuckles, “you got that right... maybe we could-” 

“You are helping me off this counter so I can clean myself up so that we can throw our little boy a damn good birthday party.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

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You two enter the hallway just in time because Penny and Amelia ring the doorbell, Maryanne and Edwin try to call one of the others over to open the door. 

Jake grabs the boy before he could run back. “Here’s the birthday boy.” 

He giggles when you poke his sides. 

“How old are you now buddy?” 

He shrugs, “I don’t know.” 

“You know exactly how old you’re turning,” you tell him. 

He jumps in Jake’s arms, smiling wide. “I’m seven!” 

You nod, “yes you are.” 

Javy runs in and pulls your husband and child outside with him. 

“What- Javy!” 

“Guys time!” 

You roll your before turning to hug your other baby. “How was it?” 

Amelia hands you the giant stuffed goose. 

“Where are we putting this, baby?” 

“I want him in the corner beside my bookcase.” 

“Let’s go get him comfy before Natasha and Callie see it. You know they’ll try to steal him.” You hand her the goose and turn towards your favorite mother daughter duo. “Hello, Benjamins... or should I say future Mrs. Maverick.” 

Penny shakes her head. 

“There are drinks in the cooler somewhere in the kitchen and snacks on the dining table or if you’re feeling risky, the others are outside.” 

“Mom!” 

“Duty calls.” 

“Hey,” Penny calls out your name. “Yeah, tell Jake to ease up on the pace, you’re walking a little funny.” 

You gasp, “Penny Benjamin. How dare you-” 

“Mom!” You walk away, hearing the sound of her laughter. 

-

The kids from Edwin’s class arrived and it wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it would be. 

The pilots were rowdier than the kids, the kids. 

Bob’s playlist was perfect, the kids were dancing and just having so much fun. 

Jake approves of “DJ Bob” for the kids' birthdays but not for anything else (he’ll still use Bob because it’s cheaper and he can just pay him with soda, NOT candy... unless it’s before three then Bob’s fine). 

You shook your head when you realized why Bradley ran out of the kitchen so fast. 

Rueben, Mickey, Logan, and Neal decided it would be a good idea to try and play fireball (the exact same concept as it was on the show friends) thankfully they only used tennis balls. 

Oh, and Brigham was the one who lit the tennis balls. It’s safe to say, they were not allowed to touch the candles. 

Callie brought her sister and nieces (she didn’t want to leave her sister at her place and asked a few days before the party). The poor girl was so worried when she asked you about it the other day but how could you say no when her sister comes down with the kids every so often. 

Mickey took great pictures, he’d walk over and show you after he took a few with the kids playing, Edwin opening his presents, the others being absolute idiots. 

After the party he emailed the ones of you and Jake, he could have seriously been a photographer had he not become a pilot. 

-

While Jake puts the kids to bed, you set Edwin gifts off the side so he can play with them tomorrow. 

He comes to the living room and helps you. “Everyone’s gone.” 

“No, you’ve gotten enough today, mister.” 

“But-” 

“Jake, no.” 

“Jake, yes.” 

He sees the expression on your face, his head drops. “Jake, no.” 

-

You lay in bed, close to falling asleep when you realize he didn’t wear a condom. 

Sure, he’s said that he wishes the kids were his but having a baby is completely different than older kids. Does Jake want kids? Would he leave if you told him? Or would he be like your crappy ex and just say he can’t do this and leave when they’re old enough to remember him. Is he the kind of guy to do that? 

You look down at him when his grip tightens on your waist, head further snuggling into your chest. You lightly scratch his head. You don’t think, no, you know he wouldn’t do that, but your mind doesn’t stop these thoughts from coming. 

That night you don’t get much sleep even more so when your baby Maryanne taps the two of you awake.     

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The Lunch Incident

Pairing: (Future Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mom!Reader

Characters: (Future Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Mom!Reader, Evelyn the front desk lady

Briefly mentioned: Maryanne and Edwin (the kiddos), Cody (the bartender) 

Warnings: Evelyn giving Jake the hardest time, Jake trying to be a good dad, Jake being the sweet and not so appropriate boyfriend  

Word Count: 1,137

A/N: This takes place a week after Jake moves in with his family

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“What do you mean I can’t drop off their lunch?” Jake asks the front desk lady, Evelyn. 

She sighs, “as I’ve old you before, I cannot allow you to drop off their lunch-” 

“I’m not some crazy man who’s trying to poison those two. I’m just trying to drop off Maryanne and Edwin’s lunch. They left it on the counter because we were in a rush to get out of the house this morning, and I don’t want them to come home hungry. Lord, knows those two can eat and I’d prefer it if I didn’t have to make another trip to grocery store.” 

“As much as I would like to, I’m telling you I still can’t allow you to drop off “their” food.” 

“Don’t say it like that.” 

“Sir-” 

“Jake.” 

“Jake,” Evelyn says, straining his name. “I cannot allow you to drop off the lunch without the mother’s permission-” 

“Don’t call her. You don’t need to call her.” He chuckles, “come on. Evie-” 

“Evelyn and I don’t like that tone you’re using with me young man.” 

“Fine. I’m sorry, just please don’t call her. She has enough on her plate and something as minor as this isn’t worth the hassle of calling her, right?” 

Neither of the two say anything. The woman stretches her arm off to the side, reaching for the phone, “I’m calling.” 

“But you don’t need to.” He can hear buttons being pushed and drops his head onto his arms. “Okay,” his head snaps up, “what if I leave the lunches here and then you tell them their mom dropped ‘em off and we call it a day?” 

Evelyn shakes her head, walking out of Jake’s sight. 

-

“Hello?” She calls you by the nickname she calls you by that’s only meant for you (her favorite out of the all the parents even though she shouldn’t). 

“Evelyn? Why are you calling? What’s wrong? Which one of them is in the front office?” 

“Neither there’s a young man here claiming to drop off Mary and Eddie’s lunch,” she adds with a smile. 

You let out a sigh of relief, “oh thank goodness. That’s just Jake.” 

“Are we sure we’re talking about the same person?” 

“Blond, cocky, attitude-y?” 

“Yes, to the first and last one, not so much that last one. He’s just keeps begging me to let him drop off the lunches.” 

“I told him I’d do it.” 

“And he said he didn’t want me to call so there wouldn’t be as much on your plate.” 

You sigh, “let him drop off the lunches and stop giving a hard time.” 

“He should know the rules and regulations we have here.” 

“Which is why I said I would take care of this. Take a note for next time, if I can’t drop off their lunches, he will.” 

“You got it.” 

“Thank you.” 

“If he tries to persuade me more, I won’t make it easy on him.” 

You snort through your nose, “I don’t doubt it.” 

“You seriously don’t have to call her. I’m all good. We’re all set.” 

“Do you hear that?” 

“I give my permission for him to drop off the lunches. Seriously, let him go. He has to go to work, Eve.” You try to say with a straight face but wind up chuckling a bit knowing how this story is going to be told to you later. 

“Alright, you be safe now.” 

“You too, bye.” She hangs up the phone and walks back to Jake. 

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“Did we get the okay?” 

“How do I know you’re really who you say you are?” 

“Oh,” he drops his head, closing his eyes. His mama always taught to be polite, use his manners, treat a woman right, and never take your anger out on anyone; it doesn’t matter who they are or who they were, you always keep calm. These words swirl around his head. He sighs out a deep breath and raises his head, leaning off the counter. “Ma'am?” 

“Yes?” 

“I know you care about Maryanne and Edwin, more so than you should, and I also know that you got the okay for me to drop off their lunches, even though I did say you didn’t have to call her.” 

She doesn’t respond and continues to stare at him. 

“Anyway, I’m going to leave these here so you can make sure they can eat and come home with full, if not, almost full bellies. Till next time, ma’am.” And he walks away. 

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He sits in his car for a few minutes before pulling out his phone to text you. 

My (Hungman) Man 

I’m gonna need a note if you want me to do lunch duty 11:47am Sent Read 

Future Mrs. Seresin 

First off, I didn’t ask you too and second thank you  11:49am Sent Read 

My (Hungman) Man 

I don’t want to do lunch duty again 11:50am Sent Read  

Future Mrs. Seresin 

Okay 11:50am Sent Read  

My (Hungman) Man 

I’m doing it again 11:53am Sent Read  

Future Mrs. Seresin 

Okay 11:53am Sent Read  

My (Hungman) Man 

I don’t want to hear about this later 11:54am Sent Read 

Future Mrs. Seresin 

We don’t have to talk about it anymore 11:59am Sent Read 

Future Mrs. Seresin typing… 

Thank you for doing it though 

My (Hungman) Man Face Time Answer □ Decline □ 

“Hey, Jake.” 

“Hey back to you, sweetheart.” 

You shake your head, stepping into the back room of the bar. “How you doin’ after your little “lunch” adventure?” 

“Don’t even get me started. I just- that lady had nerve enough to call you when I had the entire situation under control.” 

You snort, trying not to burst out laughing, not wanting him to feel even worse than he did before. “You told her not to call me, you had to know that wasn’t going to work for you darlin’.” 

“Yeah, obviously because that simple task turned into something worse.” 

“Like what?”

“A waste of a solid half hour that I could have used to kick Chicken’s ass and beat Maverick, so I don’t have to do his paperwork anymore.” 

You pout, “aw, poor baby.” 

“Hey, hey,” he shakes his head, “don’t be like that. Don’t do that to me, I had a hard afternoon.” 

“Yes, you did.” 

“You’re giving me fake sympathy and I’m not appreciating it so I’m gonna tell you the whole story.” 

You nod. 

Cody enters, whispering in your ear, letting you know it’s to come back outside. 

You smile, whispering, “okay, I’ll be there in a second.” 

He leaves the room, letting you finish your conversation with your boyfriend. 

Jake doesn’t stop so you put your phone in your back pocket, letting him talk until he finally realizes what’s going on. 

He smiles and shakes his head, pressing the end call button. 

My (Hungman) Man 

Thanks for the view. I needed it 12:19pm Sent Read 

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