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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 4

A Glen Powell RPF Series

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Glen feels like he's buzzing.

Like the kind of buzzing you feel when you've had one too many cups of coffee, or a hit of pre workout just before a big gym session.

Except this time, he knows it has nothing to do with caffeine.

It's Billie.

He’s known her for less than twenty-four hours, but already he feels like he can’t get enough of her. Of her voice, her eyes, her lips, of her smile. Her fucking gorgeous smile.

Glen looks over when he sees a black Ford pick up pulling up a few spaces away, his eyes widening in surprise when he sees Billie step out of the car. He sucks in a breath as he looks her over, feeling his muscles clench as his eyes run over her body. Her thick legs, her round ass, her toned abdomen peeking out from beneath the cropped shirt she’s wearing. It’s enough to send him spinning.

Fuck.

He looks back at his reflection in his rearview mirror, running his fingers through his hair and putting his cap back on. He bares his teeth, checking for any missed pieces of food, before letting out a heavy breath and getting out of his car.

“Billie!”

Glen sees her look up at his call, a happy smile parting her lips when she sees him. He jogs the short distance over to her, watching as she puts her phone away and reaches up to shield her face from the afternoon sun.

“Nice wheels” he says, gesturing to her pick up behind her, Billie’s smile widening.

“Thanks. I like yours too”.

Glen grins, glancing back over at his own Chevy Silverado, his big silver truck standing out like a shining beacon in the Ikea parking lot.

“Can I ask you a question?” Billie asks as they start walking towards the entrance, Glen watching the way her long ponytail bobs as she walks.

The colour reminds him of roasted espresso beans, with ribbons of warm chocolate rippling through.

“Shoot”.

“It must be really hard for you to just, go out shopping? I mean everywhere you go, you kind of risk being stampeded by fans” Billie says, looking at the building entrance and back at Glen, “It didn’t even occur to me what this might be like for you, and now I feel a bit stupid that I asked you to come along. To Ikea of all places”.

Glen laughs and shakes his head. “Billie, I’d have said yes to anything you said if it meant that I got to spend more time with you”.

Glen loves the way her smile grows then, the soft blush that creeps into her golden skin from his words.

She has no idea how fucking gorgeous she is.

“But to answer your question, yes, it can be hard. It’s not something I really thought about though, at least until Top Gun. That kind of changed everything”.

Billie laughs, and Glen immediately decides that her laugh is one of his new favourite sounds.

“I mean, not to go all fan girl on you, but I can see why that happened. You were pretty memorable in that movie” Billie says, offering a soft, sheepish smile and pulling her ponytail forward so that it tumbles down her shoulder.

“Yeah, as the asshole character” Glen replies, teasing another chuckle from Billie that makes his stomach flip.

“Well you did sort of save the day at the end, so perhaps that’s more the reason?” Billie reasons, her shoulders lifting in an adorable shrug, “Or you know, there’s the whole beach scene too, you were kind of gorg---, I mean, hard to forget in that”.

Glen turns to Billie with a raised eyebrow, willing her to continue talking. Instead he sees her mash her lips together, her eyes squeezing shut and her brow furrowing for a moment. She looks up at Glen a second later, her eyes big and beautiful, flashing with what Glen can only describe as embarrassment.

“I’m going to shut up now, because I’ve said too much and I’m making an idiot of myself”.

Glen drops his head back and laughs, clapping his hands together.

“You know, I’d be quite happy to recreate that scene for you if you really wanted to see it again. Private screening, just for you”

Billie laughs and shoves him playfully.

“You’re trouble, you know that?”

Glen doesn’t answer, instead flashing Billie his most charming grin.

“Alright so tell me, what kind of couch are we looking for?” Glen asks when they reach the entrance, cold, air-conditioned air blasting them as they walk through, “How many seats? Fold out? Material? Where is it going in your house?”

Billie bites her bottom lip again, and Glen has to put his hands on his hips to stop himself from grabbing her face and kissing her.

“I can’t answer any of those questions except that it’s going in my living room” Billie says, lifting her hands up in an I-don't-know-gesture’, the two walking through to the first of the showrooms.

“Okay so do you have any ideas of what you’re after then?” he asks, pausing when Billie leans over to run her hand over a navy throw blanket.

“A colour that Nugget’s fur won’t be so noticeable on. That’s about it so far”.

Glen laughs.

“Okay so no dark colours then” he says as they browse the concept bedroom, the theme an earthy mix of whites, browns and deep greens.

They move onto the next room - another bedroom, this one decorated in an urban, industrial theme. It’s all exposed brick walls and black fixtures, the bed linen a tangle of moody greys and dark navy. It reminds Glen of his own style at home, making him think of the dark charcoal sheets that are currently on his bed.

Sheets, he thinks, that would look great under Billie’s naked body.

Fuck.

His mind wanders for the tenth time since he’s been here, looking over to find Billie bending over to pick up and inspect a large terracotta coloured cushion. All of a sudden, his eyes are glued to her ass, her round, peachy ass in her bright blue, skin tight shorts.

He imagines it in just a pair of panties and nothing else, a deep wine colour, a tiny, lace and silk number that covers next to nothing. He imagines her bent over in front of him, a cheek in each of his hands, her skin soft and buttery smooth as he kneads her supple flesh.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Glen exhales deeply, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing himself to get his thoughts in check. He looks up a moment later to see Billie taking a photo of the tag on the cushion she's holding, before dropping it back onto the bed and making her way into the next room.

“Maybe suede?” Billie asks, running her hand over the back of a grey suede loveseat she's just stopped in front of, Glen following close behind.

“Probably not the best for fur though” Glen counters, Billie nodding in agreement and leaning her hip against the couch as she looks around the new room.

Glen hears laughter up ahead and he turns to see a group of girls walking towards the room they're in. There's four of them, all eighteen or so, laughing and chatting away at each other as they walk.

He exhales heavily through his nose. Young girls were always tough to deal with when he was out - they made the most noise. They also posted everything on social media.

The last thing he wants is fan attention when he's out with Billie, or worse, paparazzi following him in Ikea of all places. He knows from past experience it’s one of the quickest ways to freak out a girl he likes, particularly one that isn’t in the spotlight like Billie.

He has a split second to make a decision.

And so, he does.

“I think I like grey or ta--”

Billie’s words are abruptly cut short when Glen grabs her hand, pulling her into a nearby alcove behind the bedroom's wardrobe.

“Are we hiding?” Billie whispers after a moment, confusion evident on her face as she looks up at Glen in front of her.

He nods.

For a second he can’t think of anything except Billie, about how fucking gorgeous she is, about how right at this current moment she’s pressed up against him against a wardrobe, her fingers still wrapped in his.

Billie frowns, an amused, but confused expression on her face, Glen watching as she leans back to poke her head out of the alcove.

Glen sees her face transform with understanding when she sees what Glen is hiding from, the sound of the girls laughing and talking now evident inside the room. She leans back in towards Glen, a soft smile on her face, and it takes everything Glen has not to lean in and kiss her right there and then.

They both still when they hear the voices come closer, Glen's grip on Billie's hand tightening. He feels a momentary sting of alarm, all manner of potential scenarios now playing out in his head.

His chest tightens as he sucks in a deep breath, panic suddenly taking over his brain.

Fuck. Here we go.

He hears footsteps walk into the alcove and Glen isn't sure what to do, his thoughts immediately silenced when Billie reaches for his jaw and pulls his mouth to hers.

Oh, Billie.

In an instant every part of him relaxes, concerns from just a moment ago seemingly forgotten. Her lips are soft against his, moving against his in a tender kiss, her free hand cupping his jaw and holding his face to hers. He releases her other hand and searches for her waist, his fingers finding the bare skin beneath her short shirt and gripping at her warm flesh.

She's everywhere, all at once, the sweet taste of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the intoxicating scent of her skin, every single one of his senses suddenly drowning in her. Glen's heart races in his chest, his brain unable to think of anything else except Billie.

He hears the awkward stammering of the intruding girl, but it's barely audible above his heart beat in his ears. Just when Glen thinks he could die right here and now, Billie breaks away and turns her head, her hand still holding his face to her neck. He realises she’s shielding him, hiding his face from the unknown girl, his chest all but heaving as his mouth hangs less than an inch from her neck.

“Oh um, sorry” Billie says with a mischievous exaggerated giggle, the other girl muttering her own apology.

Glen barely listens as the girl backs away out of the alcove, unable to concentrate on anything except Billie's neck. He breathes in her scent, delicious and warm, forcing himself to stay still. It takes everything he has not to close that one inch gap and press his lips to Billie’s throat, every single fibre in his body screaming at him to drag his tongue along her skin.

Some part of him hears the girl return to her friends, the group giggling and quickly scurrying out of the showroom moments later. Reluctantly he pulls away when Billie releases his face, a heavy breath leaving his mouth as he does. Billie looks back at him with bright, wide eyes, Glen hyper aware that her chest is still pressed to his and his fingers are still gripping the warm skin of her waist. His thoughts are all but blank, except for how much he wants to do that all over again.

He's buzzing again, stronger now, the feel of Billie's lips against his seemingly burnt into his brain. He drops his head back against the wall behind him and looks down at her with an incredulous smile, words struggling to form in his mind.

“Th---that was---”.

“Some quick thinking?” Billie interrupts, finishing his sentence for him and flashing a gentle grin.

He opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, Billie laughing and grabbing his hand from her waist. He says nothing as she wraps her fingers in his and steps away from him, pulling on his hand so that his body peels away from the wall and follows her back out into the bedroom.

“C'mon you, we've gotta find me a couch”.

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Billie

“Are you sure you’re okay with those? I can carry one if you need”.

Glen looks down at her and shakes his head, two furniture flat packs nestled firmly under each of his arms. Billie forces herself to keep her eyes trained on his face, fighting the urge to stare at his thick biceps.

“No need darlin’, I got this”.

Billie exhales silently.

How is his voice so damn attractive?

How does he make that ONE WORD sound so damn attractive?

How is ALL of him so damn attractive?

She swallows thickly.

She still can’t believe how bold she’d been earlier, still not quite believing that she’d kissed Glen. It was a split second idea that needed a split second decision. And she’d done it without a second thought.

She’d kissed Glen Powell.

The look on his face when she’d pulled away had made it all worth it though, and it had taken everything she had not to lean back in and kiss him up against the wall of the Ikea wardrobe.

God.

To say she was attracted to him was an understatement, now even more so if that was even possible. To his gorgeous green eyes, his devastatingly sexy smile, his broad, muscled chest. If she were a cartoon, she was pretty certain she’d be drawn with permanent heart shaped eyes every time she looked at him.

Billie pulls out her keys when they reach her car, unlocking the tailgate and stepping back to allow Glen to unload the flat packs into her tray.

After much searching she’d ended up finding a couch she liked - an ‘L’ shaped three seater with a chaise extension, in a rich caramel coloured leather. There hadn’t been any left in stock though, so she’d instead ordered it, with delivery expected early next week.

She’d also found a new wooden end table and a small oak bookshelf that she loved, both of which Glen was currently hauling into her car.

Billie opens the front door of her pick up and throws the bag of assorted cream and grey cushions she'd also bought onto the passenger seat, closing the door and turning around in time to see Glen shutting her tailgate. He reaches up to readjust his hat, his sandy blonde hair peaking out from beneath it, an effortlessly handsome smile on his chiselled face.

Billie wonders idly if he has any idea of the effect he has on her. Or on women in general for that matter.

“So I know we’ve spent the better part of the afternoon together, and at the risk of sounding needy, can I ask what you’re doing for dinner?”.

Billie can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips then, her face falling a second later when she remembers she actually does have plans.

“I've actually got a dinner to go to, a house-warming barbecue up in the hills”.

She feels her heart fall when his face drops, and in an instant she wishes she hadn't RSVP'd to her Saturday night plans.

“My boss just bought a new place” Billie explains looking down at her hands and then back up at Glen again, “but---, I’m free all day tomorrow?”.

His face instantly lights up at her words and suddenly her heart is soaring again, his gorgeous grin returning.

“It’s a date”.

Billie laughs and tilts her head, raising an eyebrow. “Does that mean today counts as our first date then?”.

Glen shrugs adorably. “That depends”.

“On?”

“Whether or not you liked it. If you didn’t, then no, it doesn’t count and tomorrow can be our real first date”.

Billie laughs out loud, shaking her head so that her ponytail swishes along her shoulder.

“I like unconventional dates” she says lifting up her hands in a shrug, “There isn’t so much pressure”.

Glen nods in agreement.

“Unconventional” he says repeating her word as if he’s thinking of ideas, his grin suddenly growing even wider.

Billie laughs again, but she can't help the frown that suddenly bends her brow.

“All of a sudden I’m scared to ask about what you’ve now got planned for tomorrow”.

Glen winks conspiratorially.

“I’ll message you with the time”.

“Can I at least have a hint?”

Glen shakes his head.

“Nope” he says, making the ‘p’ sound pop, “You said you like surprises”.

Bille laughs and rolls her eyes, immediately cursing herself for telling him that earlier.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” Glen says, pushing himself off her car and stepping towards her.

Billie only nods, a school-girl smile threatening to split her face.

She sucks in a breath when he leans in towards her, his lips grazing her cheek with a gentle kiss. She closes her eyes momentarily, opening them back up when he steps away, seeing him look down at her with a smile that makes her knees weak.

“Have a good night Billie”

Billie lets out a shaky, silent breath and smiles.

“You too Glen”.

He winks at her and suddenly Billie seriously considers cancelling her dinner plans, watching as he walks off towards his truck. He turns to look back at her when he reaches his car, that same damn gorgeous smile etched on his face as he waves at her. She stays frozen by her car, her mind reeling as she mentally goes over the afternoon she's just had, reaching up to wave back at him.

Moments later he's in his truck and driving away, leaving Billie standing alone in the Ikea parking lot with nothing but a stomach full of nerves and a mind full of excitement for tomorrow.

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tongue-like-a-razor · 4 months

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Brother's Best Friend - Part 11

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

A/N: Fair warning: I didn't have much time this week so this was a bit rushed and definitely not my best piece of work, but I really wanted to do at least *something* for the holidays!

Summary: The trials and tribulations of falling for your brother's best friend.

CW: New Years Eve party, banter, fluff fluff fluff

WC: ~2300

Part 1 | Masterlist

“So,” Bradley starts slowly, drawing out a suspenseful silence with a smirk as he butters his toast. “I met study group guy.”

You look up from your plate in alarm, your fork halfway to your mouth, and awkwardly meet your brother’s gaze.

Jake, who’s just set his food down to your left, picks his coffee back up, ready to make a quick exit.

“Uh, where?” you ask, trying to sound casual, but you’re so nervous that your voice wavers.

“Here,” Bradley replies with a grin as he makes his way to the table. “He came by to see how your exam went.”

“Oh?” You gulp anxiously.

“How considerate of him,” Jake notes moodily, setting his coffee back down and giving you a look.

“I agree.” Bradley sits down. “I think he wanted to compare study strategies,” he continues, then clears his throat. “Since the two of you didn’t end up studying together.”

Jake’s eyes go wide as he lets out a feigned gasp. “You didn’t?”

You give Jake an annoyed look and then glance back at your brother who is watching you with a pair of raised eyebrows. “Yeah,” you nod, “about that. Umm, the thing is…”

“You lied?” Jake brings a hand to his chest as though this revelation continues to shock him.

You glare at him irritably. “Partly.”

“Which part?” Bradley enquires, biting into his toast.

You sigh. “The part about study group guy.”

Bradley grimaces. “Why?”

“Yeah,” Jake chimes in, finally taking a seat. “Why?”

“Because I obviously made the wrong decision studying at home,” you retort, eyeing Jake bitterly. “And I just needed somebody to blame.”

Jake watches you cautiously, likely wondering if you indeed think you’ve made a mistake. Good.

“So, you bombed your midterm, big deal.” Bradley waves a hand. “We wouldn’t judge you. Guess that means he won’t be attending tonight’s party.”

You purse your lips. “Nope,” you confirm. “I’ll be all alone.”

Jake tries to catch your gaze as you rise from the table. “We’ll be here.”

“Aren’t you gonna bring your girl?” Bradley asks.

“Nah.” Jake waves a hand.

“Why not?”

Jake eyes you pointedly. “Not really sure where we stand, to be honest.”

You gasp theatrically. “Oh dear! Trouble in paradise?”

Jake throws you a flat look and grumbles, “Well, she’s sort of hard to read at times.”

“Because you’re illiterate?” you retort.

Bradley snorts while Jake scoffs in offence. “Dump her!” Bradley cries as you bring your dishes to the sink. “Life’s too short for mysteries.”

Jake sighs. “She does love to keep me guessing.”

Bradley shakes his head in disapproval after taking his last bite. “She’s playing games with you, man. It’s not worth it.” He gets up and follows you to the sink. “How ‘bout you? You need a date for tonight?”

“Huh?” you say in surprise, having been under the impression that your turn under the microscope was over.

“Remember that dude you met at the Hard Deck last summer? The one you said was ‘so hot’” – Bradley visibly shudders – “I just found out that he’s into you.”

“What dude?” Jake asks abruptly, his posture instantly going rigid.

“The one from 22,” Bradley clarifies. “The backseater. Forgot his name.”

“The douche from Michigan?” Jake makes a face and quickly rises from the table. “You think he’s hot?” he asks you incredulously.

Before you have a chance to respond, Bradley continues. “Apparently he ran into you last week at the café?”

You blink between Bradley and Jake as the latter approaches. While it’s true that you saw one of Bradley’s colleagues the previous week, you’ve since forgotten all about that encounter, because the very next day was when Jake had finally made his move. You start to back out of the kitchen but both Bradley and Jake follow you out. “I have some errands to run,” you say quickly.

“Nothing’s open,” Jake reminds you.

“Do you want me to invite him tonight or not?” Bradley asks, already scrolling through his contacts.

Jake elbows Bradley aggressively. “You’re seriously trying to get your sister laid?”

Bradley cringes. “Dude! Don’t go there!”

Jake stares at Bradley. “What do you think is gonna happen?”

You scoff at Jake incredulously. “Excuse me?”

Jake turns to look at you and places his hands on his hips with an impatient exhale. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I just don’t want her to be alone on New Years!” Bradley exclaims, still looking down at his phone.

“She’s not gonna be!” Jake cries desperately.

“I don’t want the date, Bradley,” you say, putting on your shoes despite having absolutely nowhere to go.

“Why not?” Bradley enquires.

“I just don’t. I’m fine with being alone.”

“You won’t be alone,” Jake repeats, the frustration in his voice noticeably mounting.

“I thought you liked him,” Bradley says, slightly deflated. Clearly, he assumed that he was doing you a favor.

“I don’t even know him,” you say. “I just thought he was good-looking, that’s all.”

Jake makes a face. “He’s not.”

You roll your eyes. “Appearance is subjective.”

Jake stubbornly shakes his head but makes no further comment.

“Okay, so why not give him a chance?” Bradley presses. “It’s not like you’re seeing someone. Right?”

You give Jake a quick glance before conducting a thorough examination of your own shoes. “Well, kind of.”

“Kind of?” Jake asks, slightly panicked.

You continue studying your feet. “I think.”

“Who is he? What’s he like?” Bradley asks.

“Uh,” you stall, “he’s alright.”

Jake lets out a muffled cry. “Alright?” he asks and you try not to wince at his utterly obvious outrage.

Meanwhile, Bradley raises an eyebrow. “Wow,” he says wryly. “Sounds promising.”

“What else?” Jake says quickly.

You look up at him in disbelief. “Occasionally aggravating.”

Bradley appears puzzled. “Why are you with this guy?”

Jake squares his shoulders. “He must be extremely handsome.”

Bradley looks back at you. “Is he?”

You roll your eyes. “He’s cute.”

“Cute?!” Jake exclaims.

Bradley laughs. “I really think you should give my guy a try.”

Jake crosses his arms over his chest and stands up taller. “I’m sure there’s more to this guy than just… his looks.” He’s blatantly searching your face now, as if Bradley isn’t even present.

You start to nervously fix your hair in the mirror at the front door. “I’m not interested in your guy, Bradley.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” You sigh resignedly while Jake watches your reflection. “I… I like my guy.”

Jake stares at your face in the mirror as if this is news to him. Then, his mouth slips momentarily into a smile before he sucks in his cheeks to hide it.

Bradley grimaces. “Why?”

“Because, he’s…” another reluctant sigh, “…he’s a good guy.”

“That’s kind of vague,” Jake comments, still trying to suppress a grin.

You shoot him a glare while Bradley chuckles. Then, he says, “Alright, fine. Maybe in a couple of weeks when you’re single again.”

Jake looks at Bradley sharply. “Why would she be single again?”

“Come on, when was the last time my sister liked a guy enough to stay with him long-term? She finds something wrong with everyone she dates.”

Jake shifts his weight uncomfortably. “Maybe this one will stick.”

“Doubt it.” Bradley shrugs.

“This one’s different, Bradley,” you say quietly, turning to face them again.

Jake looks back at you. “He is?”

“How so?” Bradley asks.

You pause, hesitant to reveal the truth. “He… makes me feel…”

Bradley watches you dubiously. “Pretty?”

Jake also takes a stab: “Aroused?”

You let out a weary sigh and lock eyes with Jake. “Safe.”

He stares at you with a stunned expression while Bradley nods approvingly.

“Happy,” you continue.

This time, Jake doesn’t hide his smile, but Bradley raises his eyebrows as though your response has surprised him.

“Strong,” you say.

“Wow,” Bradley mutters.

Jake lowers his gaze with a grin, but you decide to add, “And aroused, I mean –”

“Oh god!” Bradley exclaims.

Jake chuckles, glancing up at you again.

Bradley shakes his head. “I get it, you’re in love. But, Seresin – I just remembered: I’ve got the perfect girl for you!” He holds up his phone, beaming.

…

Bradley decides to invite the perfect girl just in case because he can see how much his dear friend has suffered at the hands of his mysterious lover. And the perfect girl just happens to be Jake Seresin’s exact type. You try to ignore her flirtatious behavior while Bradley all but pushes Jake in her direction. Your brother seems so keen to set Jake up, you start to wonder what his vested interest might be.

There are enough people in attendance that you can watch Jake without worrying about anyone noticing that you’re staring. So, you pour yourself a fourth martini and head back into the living room to see what your brother’s best friend is up to. You barely make it past the couch, however, when someone you’ve only met once in your life takes your hand and starts encouraging you to spin under his arm.

You glance over at Jake, whose date is also trying to get him to dance. Taking a sizeable gulp of your drink, you follow through with the spin and smile uncomfortably at your new dance partner. The room is bustling because the ball is about to drop and everyone has gathered for the countdown, so you’re forced to crane your neck every so often in order to check on Jake.

He notices your new friend right away, locking eyes with you despite his own supposed date trying to monopolize his attention. You wish you could steal a moment with him when the new year arrives, but Bradley would notice his friend’s absence in a heartbeat considering he’s been tailing Jake all night, making sure that he was having a good time.

When the champagne flutes start making their rounds and the crowd erupts in an enthusiastic countdown, however, Jake separates from his friends and starts making his way through the bodies toward you. He nods his head in the direction of the hall before he’s even come near you, inviting you to join him. But you glance back at Bradley and see that he is already searching for Jake in the crowd that’s suddenly doubled in size as everyone has made their way into the living room.

You shake your head at Jake regrettably. The last thing you need is for the year to start with Bradley walking in on the two of you making out.

Jake gestures more vigorously with his head, urging you to follow and, when you refuse, he moves closer and reaches out to grab your hand. You don’t resist when he pulls you in and, before you can check to see if Bradley has finally given up his search, the clock strikes midnight, and Jake takes your face in his hands and kisses you right there in the middle of the living room amidst the explosion of cheers that welcome the new year.

You hope there is enough commotion in your vicinity to obscure the way Jake’s hands slide sensually down to your neck and then take your shoulders as he steers you through the crowd out of the room, his lips avidly devouring yours the entire time. Somehow, the two of you make it out without even looking up and, once you’re more or less alone, Jake mutters, “Your brother is getting real fucking annoying.”

You chuckle as he plants kisses along your jawline. The two of you are still moving through the house, into the darkness of the entry hall. “He’s been extra involved today,” you agree.

“He’s been fucking annoying,” Jake repeats, sucking on the side of your neck as you come to a halt in the foyer and he wraps his arms around you.

“He’s your best friend,” you remind him.

Jake presses you gently against the front door and licks your earlobe, whispering, “Who the fuck were you dancing with?” You giggle and feel his lips spread into a smile against your skin. “Oh, you think that’s funny?” he asks, and you feel his tongue on your ear again. “You think it’s funny that I had to actively restrain myself from socking him?”

“What about you?” you say, still laughing. “You were with that girl all night!”

Jake whimpers into your neck and his hold on you tightens. “All I wanted was this.” You close your eyes when his mouth finds yours once more. “My new year’s resolution is that I’m never gonna stop kissing you,” he mutters between pecks to your lips.

You giggle again and then sigh, slightly pushing him away. “What are we going to do?”

“I just told you what I’m going to do,” he says, going in for another kiss.

You turn your head and he ends up kissing your cheek. “This is how we’re going to spend the new year? Sneaking around? Hiding in dark corners?”

Jake exhales slowly, resting his forehead on your temple. “I’m going to tell him,” he assures you.

“What are you going to tell him?” you ask, hoping that this question might lead Jake to reveal the nature of your relationship as he sees it.

He leans away from you and looks you in the eye. “That I make you feel aroused, of course.” Your jaw drops in outrage and you let out a yelp that quickly turns into a cackle. Jake is grinning widely, pleased with the effectiveness of his joke. Then, he draws you closer and his face changes shape. He squares his jaw and you see the evidence of a nervous gulp in the bob of his Adam’s apple. “I’m gonna tell him that you’re the girl I told him about,” he says, his tone low but steady. You gaze at him in silence, afraid to move a muscle lest he reconsider the sudden sincerity of his words. “The one I can’t stop talking about.” He swallows again. “The one I’ve been obsessing over.” He pauses to study your reaction as though he’s afraid he might be scaring you off. “The one that I – uh” – he takes a deep breath and then lets out a chuckle, shaking his head. He takes your hands in his and weaves his fingers through yours, tugging you forward until his lips connect with the tip of your nose. “Oh god, Baby B,” he says, leaning into you affectionately. “I should probably stop talking now.”

*That's all folks! Happy New Year!*

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inklore · 2 years

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hangman can’t stop running his mouth during sex and gives the cockiest dirty talk known to man and you try to fake hating it but your body says otherwise

coveted facade.

part two | series masterlist

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x (f)reader

word count: 1.05k

warnings: eighteen+ content, porn with plot, unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, illusions to enemies to lovers.

etc: this had way more plot than my filthy ass intended it to but i can’t help it ok i am a mindless slut running on obscene thoughts thanks to this fuckingdude.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

Your eyes ache at the involuntary itch to roll them into the back of your skull—their usual reaction to any of the words that come out of his mouth. The only logical reaction to the endless cocky comments and pretentious tones that make you grow tireless the more time you're required to spend with him. It’s pathetically easy for you to not roll your eyes in annoyance at him right now, though. Your optic nerves dissociating the annoyance with something more pleasurable; his cock fucking up into you.

But to keep up appearances of course, because fuck Hangman. Him making you come on his cock is victory enough he doesn't deserve any more semblance of gratification to his ego from you—you try to rally up your best look of irritation of the words spewing from his parted lips as they trail down the column of your throat.

“Who knew you’d be so easy.” His smirk against your heated skin has you scowling at the ceiling, your fingers tightening in his hair only making his expression deepen and bare his teeth to nip at your neck, making your body shudder against his.

There’s an arm around your waist as his hips buck up into yours, you would think in this position—you on top of him, hand in his hair, your tits that he loves to suck and play with so much bouncing against his chest, your nails digging into his bicep—that you’d have some guise of control. A show of you using him, taking what you want from him. But as it always goes; Hangman is in total control, poised. Playing your body like a fiddle he knows too well, knows how to touch in just the right spot to have you like puddy in his hands. Knows just the right swipe and nip of his tongue against your flesh to have you trembling. That perfect thrust and pounding of his hips that makes you come harder than you thought physically possible.

And, begrudgingly to you, his words know how to fall from his mouth and land on the core of your want that has you rolling your eyes in pleasure instead of annoyance, your pussy clenching around him.

And fuck does he know it.

You don't need to try to give it away, to hide it. Everything you felt for him, because of him, dripped from your body like a plentiful stream of scowls, moans, and whimpers. Hangman drinking from you like a man discovering new land; conquering you as his own personal source of repartee and pleasure. This little dynamic the two of you had was vicious and teasing on the outside for those looking in. But behind closed doors there was nothing but raw sexual tension and lust that always knocked you for a loop and had you thinking ‘why him?’

Out of all of the other pilots who you could stand, why had you went and fucked Hangman?

And why can’t you give it up?

An answer simply answered by his thumb pressing itself onto your clit, the slow-hard circles he rubs into it making your moans come out more weak, more frequent and loud; Fuck, he made you feel so good, too good. Not fucking him would feel worse than not fucking him.

“Oh, baby, how many times will this make it?” You don’t have to open your eyes, you can feel the wattage of his cocky smirk through your lids, “for someone who claims to hate me you come on my cock an awful lot.” His teeth nip at your chin, “I think you should thank me. Say ‘thank you, for making me come, Jake.’”

Jake. Not Hangman. Jake.

You’ve been fucking for so long you’ve dropped callsigns. So long, that the bite behind you saying his name has morphed itself into its own callsign of pleasure the both of you un-admittedly enjoyed; if the way his cock twitches inside of you each time it falls from your panting lips is anything to go by.

“Fuck off.” You groan in the farthest thing from indignation.

Hangman chuckles cockily, his hot breath against your skin as the assertion from his hold on you and the stamina of him having the strength to continue the steady—incessant—thrust of his cock in your cunt, makes the fluttering around his length turn into that vice like clenching; you’re so close again.

“That’s the attitude that got you in this position. Thinking you have everyone fooled, walking around callin’ me names. Being so cruel, when we all know how much of a slut you are for my cock.” He grunts against your lips, “You’re a bad liar, sweets. But if you’d like to keep pretending that you don’t love me, that you don’t love coming on this cock, then I can gladly,” he moves his thumb from your clit grinning, “stop.”

“Jake.” You groan in frustration, the daggers in your eyes as you look down at him making his grin grow into that frustratingly smug stretch, that you hate to love so much.

God he’s so annoying.

So breathtakingly annoying; his emerald eyes filled with a desire hot enough to burn through you, his smirk just as singeing—if not more.

Fuck you hated him.

“If you want to come you know what to do.” His hand moves to the back of your neck to close that sliver of distance between your lips, as he pulls you down the rest of the way. And just like the rest of him; his lips are perfect, his tongue filling your mouth the cherry on top of said perfection. “Ask me nicely,” he smirks.

And you really really want to tell him to fuck off. But he’s fuckng you so excruciatingly slow that it has your insides flip-flopping with too much intimacy, you need him to go faster. Need his fucking to match the cockiness of his words before you do something crazy like moan for him in the weakest whimper to “make me come, please, Jake, please.”

His pleased chuckle makes your spine tingle, “Thatta girl.” He presses one last kiss to your lips before you’re breaking the seal of his lips with a moan from his thumb returning to your clit, “that wasn’t so hard was it? Now come on my cock, and don’t forget to thank me while you’re doing it.”

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honeypiehotchner · 2 years

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We Used To Be In Love (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part one

Yes, you read that right. Part one. This is another mini-series. Help me. I’m a sucker for the “didn’t know he was a father” trope, soooooo I decided to write it. This is a request from the lovely @ive-got-more-wit that I ran wild with <3

Summary: You and Jake were high school sweethearts, on track to get married and have a family. When Jake left for basic training for the Navy, he decided you had to be left behind. What neither of you knew was that he left two behind, not just one.

Warnings: arguing, angst, abortion is alluded to (reminder that i am/my blog is vehemently pro-choice :)), and one mention of God (bc if his family is from Texas, you can guarantee they’re Christian)

WC: 4.5k

Jake “Hangman” Seresin wasn’t always like this.

He wasn’t always a cocky, arrogant, playboy flirt with zero shame in leaving before the sun rose. He wasn’t always a 10-foot wall of confidence no matter who he was talking to.

Before he was Hangman, he was just Jake. Or J, depending on whether or not he had irritated you that day.

He was your high school sweetheart. He was your best friend since sixth grade. He was the boy everyone swore you’d marry. He was the boy who told you he was going to marry you.

Until he wasn’t anymore.

Jake had been in ROTC at your high school. Every generation of his family has been in the Navy, so it was no surprise when he joined the NROTC your freshman year. They didn’t normally let freshmen in, but given his family’s history, they made an exception. As always.

You loved it. You got to see him in uniform every Wednesday. You ate it up. As did everyone else, but you loved that, too. What girl didn’t love to see a boy in uniform? You saw the way their eyes would light up, the way their cheeks would flush when he’d saunter past. You loved that they gushed to you about him, about how lucky you were, because he’s all yours.

You went to the Navy Ball with him every year. And he came to prom with you. You were prom king and queen both years. You were in love, and everyone knew it. Jake made sure everyone knew. He talked about you all the time. His friends in NROTC were practically your brothers.

Everything seemed so simple. So easy. Perfectly laid out. You had your life practically decided. Or so you thought.

On one annoyingly-sunny June afternoon, Jake left.

He left and told you that you couldn’t come with him in any capacity, but that the two of you could still be friends. You didn’t know what to do with that. Because you were never just friends with Jake. It was always something more, even before either of you knew what that meant.

So, you told him no. You couldn’t be just friends. You didn’t know how.

He said you were being ridiculous. “What do you mean, you don’t know how? It’s what we’ve been doing this entire time!”

“Oh, so we’ve been friends this entire time, huh? Just friends?”

“Yes?”

“Unbelievable, Jake. Unbelievable.”

That was the last word you ever said to him. Unbelievable.

And, interestingly enough, it’s the exact word you say when you see him in person for the first time in thirteen years.

+++

You and your daughter, Belle, make the quick drive over to Penny’s bar, The Hard Deck, surprisingly on time for the party.

Penny and Maverick finally got over themselves and tied the knot, privately, with only Amelia, Rooster, you, and your daughter present. That was a few days ago, and today is their official “reception” of sorts to celebrate with everyone before they take off on their honeymoon, leaving Amelia with you -- which your daughter doesn’t know about just yet.

Belle is just excited because it’s an entire day to hang out with Amelia, as if the two of them aren’t attached at the hip already. Granted, it has been a little while, because for the past three weeks, you’ve been in Texas visiting family. You always try to spend a few weeks out of the summer with them since you moved out to California.

Penny told you all about everything you missed, including a whole gaggle of attractive aviators. You told her not to worry, you’re not on the market. She laughed, per usual.

It’s not that you’re not on the market, it’s more that no one on the market wants you. You’re only thirty-one years old, and you have a thirteen year old daughter. After some quick math, suddenly guys are not that interested in you anymore.

It used to bother you, but after you got used to it, you stopped looking. With your daughter getting older and entering high school, you need to focus more on that and her, anyway.

Penny has been an incredible help. She’s older than you, but Amelia and your daughter are the same age, so dual hang out sessions have been your saving grace.

Technically, you knew Maverick before you knew Penny, but that’s only because your dad flew with him a handful of times. You’re much closer with Penny, so when you heard about their little connection, you nearly lost it. The world is so small, you said. Now, though, you couldn’t be happier for them.

There are more cars than you expected outside The Hard Deck, but you suppose you should’ve expected that. Penny is popular in this town, always has been.

When you moved here, it was because your dad was stationed here for a while. He said it would be good for you and Belle to get some fresh air somewhere else. He knew you didn’t like the idea of moving, so he got you to think of it as a vacation.

Well, after the “vacation” was over, Belle didn’t want to leave. She became best friends with Amelia almost as quickly as you became friends with Penny. Penny needed help at the bar, so she gave you a job, and she also didn’t want you to leave.

Everything was so simple again. So, you stayed, and it’s where you’ve been for a few years now.

Once you park, Belle hops out and says, “See you later, mom!” as she takes off toward the beach where Amelia no doubt is already.

“Put sunscreen on!” you call after her, knowing Penny has some on the deck out there. Belle puts a thumbs up in the air. “Thank you!” you shout.

You grab the small gift bag from the passenger seat and head into The Hard Deck, which is, as you suspected, already packed.

It’s a bit of a task to find Penny, but the gifts are all on a table to the right of the door, so you drop the bag off first. Penny grins when she sees you, wrapping you in a bear hug.

“There she is,” you hear Maverick say. You open your arms and bring him into the hug, too.

“Where’s Belle?” Penny asks.

“Where’s Amelia?” you counter with a laugh.

Penny nods, “Right, how could I forget?” She glances out the window and of course, they’re on the sand, doing cartwheels. “Those two never get tired of one another.”

“Reminds me of someone,” you tease, poking her arm. “How’s it been? What have I missed?”

“Oh, nothing,” Penny waves her hand. “Some of Mav’s buddies got here, so he’s been-- Yes, I know, go see them,” she laughs as Maverick goes back to the group of aviators. “See what I mean?”

“Mhm, I see,” you chuckle, seeing Mav get yanked into a few hugs.

You look around at all of their faces, wondering who exactly is here and if you’ll recognize them. To your complete and utter horror, you do. You recognize one of them.

Jake Seresin.

“Unbelievable,” you mutter, immediately averting your eyes.

“What?” Penny asks, eyebrows furrowed like she didn’t quite hear you.

You grab her arm and tug her further away from them, back up toward the front where the gift table is. You debate stepping outside entirely, but this isn’t that serious. You think.

Well, it’s kind of serious. Your high school sweetheart, father of your child, man you swore you’d marry who you haven’t seen in a decade and a half is now standing in the fucking bar, hugging Maverick like an old friend.

Fuck.

“You didn’t tell me Jake was coming.”

“Who?” Penny questions, lowering her voice. “What are you talking about?”

“Dirty-blond hair, smiles like an asshole,” you describe him, hating how much effort it takes you to pull your eyes away from him.

“Oh, Hangman,” she replies.

You give her a strange look. “Who?”

“Wait.” Penny pauses, mortified, because she’s heard all about Jake from your past. She knows the truth. She knows Jake. “No.”

“Uh, yeah,” you reply. “The world cannot be this small. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What are we talking about?” Maverick asks, walking into the conversation at the worst time. He has a bad habit of doing that to you and Penny, but you know when he saw you pull her away, he thought something bad was happening -- or had already happened.

“Nothing,” you and Penny say at the same time, earning two raised eyebrows from Maverick. Suspicious motherfucker.

“Nothing,” you repeat firmly. “Hangman is an old friend of mine. Just didn’t know Penny knew him. Or that you did. You know.”

“Okay…” Maverick eyes you both weirdly. “So…would you like me to introduce you to them or…?”

“Sure,” you smile. “Why not.”

“Alright,” Mav grins, completely oblivious to the look Penny is giving you.

Penny walks with you and Maverick over to the group of aviators crowding around the pool table. None of them are playing, the pool sticks are leaned against the wall.

“Aviators,” Maverick says loudly, gaining their attention quicker than you expect. “More introductions are in order. This is Y/N. Y/N, these are aviators Coyote, Phoenix, Rooster -- who you know -- Bob, Payback, Fanboy, and Hangman -- who you also know, apparently.”

You could kill Maverick with your bare hands just for that last comment. “Thanks,” you mutter, flashing a smile at the pilots. “Nice to meet you guys.”

Rooster comes over and wraps you in a big hug, as usual. He’s practically become your brother this past week. “How’re you doing?” he asks after letting go of you.

“Pretty good,” you breathe. “Just getting ready to have a house full of teenagers.”

“It’ll be a riot,” Rooster chuckles. “Where’d she run off to?”

“Where do you think?” Penny pipes in, gesturing down to the beach. Amelia and Belle are tossing a frisbee back and forth, kind of. They keep taking long pauses to talk and laugh, and neither of them are that great at frisbee either, but in their defense, it is windy by the shore.

“The little rascal ran right by me,” Rooster says. “Ah, I’ll leave her be. I’ll get her later.”

“Better get her before she finds you first,” you laugh.

Belle’s favorite thing is to sneak up behind Rooster and jump on his back. Thank god he’s as strong as he is, because she nearly knocks you over when she does it to you. Now she has Rooster to jump on, though, which has saved your spine.

“Hm, good idea,” Rooster grins, making his way to the door, getting ready to chase the two girls down the beach.

The other aviators have gone back to talking amongst themselves and Maverick, but Hangman is staring off into space.

Well, to be more specific, he’s staring out the window. At the beach. At Belle.

Nausea settles into your bones, dreading what will eventually come next. It’s only a matter of time before he connects the dots. He’s not an idiot. Her age is probably his first clue, but her name damn well is the biggest. If he remembers, which you aren’t sure if he does, but that could be your anger talking.

One aviator sidles up next to you, nudging your arm. “So. How do you and Hangman know each other?” You think this is Coyote.

“Just old friends, that’s all,” you shrug. “I knew him as Jake, anyway. Not Hangman.”

“Ooh, first name basis, not call sign,” Coyote whistles. “Ayo, Hangman!”

Jake turns his head, his eyebrows furrowed, and a bewildered look in his eyes. It looks like fifty different emotions are conflicting on his face. “What?”

“You gonna tell us about your old friend?”

“Yeah,” Fanboy chimes. “Old flame?”

Phoenix punches Fanboy’s shoulder. “Quit it.”

“We’re just curious!” Payback jumps in.

“Are you from Texas?” Bob asks. He’s much quieter than the rest, and genuinely curious. The others are clearly trying to get a rise out of Hangman, but he looks too confused.

“I am,” you nod. “Born and raised in Austin.”

“Ho-ly shit,” Payback laughs. “Even better. Childhood friend!”

You can’t help but smile. They’re a rowdy bunch, and it’s infectious. “Mhm.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Rooster racing after Belle and Amelia. You excuse yourself to take a video purely for your own entertainment, and to send to your family back in Texas.

You step out onto the back deck, filming a quick video while laughing as the girls outrun Rooster. You’re not sure if he runs slower just for them, or if they’re genuinely that quick.

You hear the deck creak as someone stands on it behind you. You know it’s Jake. Your body will forever know him in a way that you’ll never know anyone else. It’s like a sixth sense.

You end the video and put your phone away, but you don’t turn around. Instead, you cross your arms over your chest and wait.

But you’re impatient. You always have been.

“Well,” you say, still facing the beach. “Are you going to stand there all silent or are you going to say something?”

Jake clears his throat, obviously nervous. “Hi,” he says.

You laugh. “Seriously?” You turn around this time, and he looks like he’s seen a ghost. “Hi? Is that it?”

He immediately gets defensive. He always did. “What do you want me to say?”

“Maybe you could start with I’m sorry,” you deadpan, turning back around. Maybe talking to him is a bad idea. Maybe you should tell him to leave you alone. But you can’t do that.

“I’m sorry,” he says, but you can’t tell if it’s genuine or if he’s just saying it to please you.

“Thanks,” you reply with just as much emotion.

He steps forward, putting his feet even with yours. He’s staring again, definitely at Belle.

“Stop staring,” you scold him.

“Is she mine?” he blurts, under his breath, raspy, like he doesn’t even want to ask.

You don’t answer. You chew on the inside of your cheek.

“Y/N,” he says, turning his body toward you. “Is she mine?”

Nothing.

“Answer me,” he hisses, reaching for your arm.

You step away from him before he can touch you, like the mere thought burns your skin. “Keep your voice down. If you want to talk, we can, but not here. I don’t want her to see me arguing with you.”

“Who says we’re arguing?”

“That’s all we’re going to do,” you reply, just as cold. “That’s all you’re capable of doing, Hangman.”

He takes a step back like you’ve slapped him across the face. You might as well have. You’d love to, but you won’t. You’re a better person than that, but fuck.

“Fine,” you mutter. “Come on.”

You head back into the bar, not looking behind you to see if he’s following. You hear the aviators muttering, so he must be. You shove the front door open, not holding it for him. His palm smacks against it as he exits the bar.

The gravel crunches under your feet as you stomp toward your car.

“Is she mine?” he says again, demanding an answer. “Fuck, how old is she? Y/N!”

“She’s thirteen!” you yell, turning around to look him in the face as you say this. As you make your confession. “And yes, she’s yours, if you’re so damn determined to keep a fucking score.”

“You know damn well that’s not what I’m doing,” he says. “Thirteen? Were you fucking pregnant--”

“When you left me? When you told me we could be just friends after telling me you’d marry me? Yes, Jake, I was fucking pregnant with your child. Is that what you wanted to hear?” Your throat hurts from screaming. He’s staring at you, dumbfounded. “For the record, because I know you’ll ask, I didn’t know. I didn’t know until I was three months. You were long gone by then.”

You can see him trying to calculate the timing in his head. “So you-- Why didn’t you tell me?”

Now that makes you laugh. Loudly. Like you’ve gone hysterical. “Seriously?” you nearly start crying. “Tell you? After you told me you wanted nothing to do with me?”

“I never said that--”

“You didn’t have to,” you reply, wiping a stray tear. Maybe they’re hysterical tears, or sad ones, or angry ones, you don’t know. “No, I didn’t tell you. I didn’t even think I’d keep her until I heard her heartbeat. But seriously, Jake, I hated you, and you think I should’ve told you about her? Oh yeah, it’s Y/N, your just friend, and also now the mother of your child! Congrats, you’re a dad!”

“That’s exactly what you should’ve done!”

“Oh, give me a fucking break,” you scoff. “I was eighteen.”

“So was I!”

“Exactly!” you yell, throwing your hands in the air. “You were joining the Navy! I wasn’t going to ask you to throw that away, no matter how much I hated you.”

“I wouldn’t have thrown it away--”

“Exactly,” you say. “You still just wouldn’t have been around. My mom is still friends with yours, you know. I’ve heard all about your deployments, where you’ve fought, what awards you’ve won.” His face softens. He must not have known that. “You would’ve just been distracted by having a daughter at home, and trying to repair our relationship which you clearly didn’t want to fix. Not telling you was the best course of action.”

“Was it really?” he asks, but he doesn’t sound angry now. He sounds heartbroken. “Were you ever going to tell me about her?”

“Eventually,” you say, but he just gives you a look of disbelief. “I mean that, Jake, I was going to. Eventually.”

“How long is eventually?”

“When she turned eighteen, probably.”

Just like that, the anger is back. “Seriously?” he swears. “Five more years? Then what?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to risk telling you about her before then and starting a whole debate on custody and child support and--”

“Do you really think I’d do all of that?”

“I don’t know who you are anymore!” you sobbed, and it’s then that you see the anger completely dissipate from his face. “Fuck, Jake, I just. Don’t lecture me on this. Be mad at me, or whatever it is you’re feeling, but I’m done arguing about it. You have no idea what it’s been like, so don’t-- Don’t. Just don’t. Okay?” You sniffle, wiping your cheeks without looking at him.

“Okay,” he says quietly, surprising you. “Okay, honey, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do that either,” you shake your head, too many angry tears falling now to catch them. “Don’t act sorry. And I’m not your honey anymore. I haven’t been in a long time.”

“Y/N--”

“Can you just go?” you ask, but it sounds more like a plea. “I need a few moments alone. Please.”

“Okay,” he says, immediately backing off. He leaves you alone without another word, heading back into the bar.

You walk around your car so it’s blocking anyone from seeing you, and you collapse, sobs wracking your body in ways you haven’t felt in a decade.

+++

Jake doesn’t know what to do, and when he doesn’t know what to do, he calls his mom.

He walks further up the beach so he’s alone and out of earshot, but still close enough to keep an eye on his daughter. In case she falls, or if they go in the water--

Fuck. His daughter.

His mom doesn’t pick up on the first try, and instead of leaving a voicemail, he just calls again.

Finally, she answers. “Jake!” Her sweet voice echoes in his ear, and he nearly starts crying. “It’s so good to hear from you, baby. You’re on speaker, hun, I’m in the middle of mixing biscuits.”

He chuckles. She’s always in the kitchen. “That’s okay, momma. I miss your cooking.”

“Then you should come home,” she says, teasing. She’s always telling him to come home, and he should. He will. Soon.

“I know, momma. I will.”

“You better,” she says, and he hears a pan clang on the counter. “Alright, out with it, J. What’s the matter?”

“I can’t call my momma to tell her I love her?”

“Not with that tone of voice you can’t. Don’t forget I carried you. I know something’s wrong.”

He sighs, looking down the beach at Belle and Amelia. “I just met my daughter.”

Jake expects a loud reaction from his mom. Or a laugh. A comment about a good prank. But he doesn’t get any of that.

“I see,” his mom says. “She told you.”

“You knew?”

“Of course I knew, J. And I knew you’d be angry with me for keeping it from you, so go ahead.”

Jake sputters, looking for a response, but he can’t find one. And he can’t bring himself to be angry with his momma.

“I’m not sure how much she’s told you,” his mom continues. “But you should know your father and I were part of the decision.”

Jake spins around, even though he’s on the phone. “What?”

“Have I ever told you about how I told your father I was pregnant with you?”

It’s not unlike his mom to go into a story in the middle of a conversation, so Jake entertains it, even though sometimes it annoys him. “No.”

“Well,” she laughs. “I was on my way to the doctor for my 32-week checkup. You were born at 34 weeks.”

“Jesus, mom.”

“Your father was deployed,” she continues. “I wanted him to focus on the task at hand. He had lives to save. I was perfectly happy and cared for at home with mine and his family. There was no need to let him know unless something went wrong. He worried about me alone enough. He didn’t need to worry for two.”

“But he deserved to know.”

“Yes, he did. I won’t argue with you there. And he did know. He came home just two days before you arrived. God was looking out for him. And it seemed you were waiting for him.”

“But that’s different,” Jake still argues. “You were married.”

“And Y/N was eighteen. You both were. She had a big decision to make.”

“She said she almost didn’t have her,” Jake says quietly.

“Yes, I know,” his mom replies solemnly. “We talked that through, too. We were all worried. She was so young, I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. But in the end, it was up to her, and she fell in love with Belle the first time she heard her.”

“She told me.”

He can tell his mom is smiling sadly. “I think what you two need is a good old fashioned talking session.”

That’s his mom’s favorite thing. To sit down and talk things out, even if it takes all night.

“We tried,” he sighs. “We just argued.”

“Well I don’t doubt it. You haven’t seen each other in over a decade and your lives have changed since you were teenagers.”

Jake is silent, so his mom continues. “I don’t know what to tell you, J. You can be mad at her if you insist, but she didn’t make this decision alone. Her parents and your father and I had a part in it. Be mad at all of us, not just her. And remember you decided to break up with her before you went off to basic.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“So give her some grace,” his mom replies, a little firm. “And give yourself some time, too. You just found out you’re a father.”

“Yeah,” Jake laughs. “To a teenager.”

“Well, that’s what happens…” his mom trails away, but he can fill in the blank. That’s what happens when you have sex at such a young age.

“Thanks, momma,” he replies. “Thanks for talking with me.”

“You know I’m always here to listen,” she says. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, momma,” he sighs. “Take care.”

+++

You finally compose yourself enough to get ready to head back inside to the party. You check your reflection in the window, rubbing your eyes vigorously. Maybe you can say you forgot your allergy medicine. No, you can’t, Penny won’t believe you, and Maverick will laugh his ass off at such a lousy excuse--

“Holy shit, you scared me!” you jump back, your heart racing.

“Sorry,” Jake murmurs, taking a step back, even though there’s a car between you two. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I wanted to apologize.”

You blink, not sure you’ve heard him correctly. “Oh.”

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” he says.

“Me too,” you reply. “I really wasn’t expecting you to be here--”

“Me either.”

“And it caught me off guard, and I went right to arguing with you--”

“It’s okay,” he stops you, stepping forward to lean over the top of your car. “If anything, I deserved it.” He pauses, resting his weight on his elbows. “I talked to my mom.”

“Oh,” you nod. “Okay.”

“She told me-- Well, I guess you know what she told me, because you lived through it, but it made me realize I was angry about something that I don’t know the full details of. And, so, I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t like yelling at you -- or anyone, but especially not with you -- and I’m sorry I did. It won’t happen again.”

“Okay,” you say, stunned to near silence. You weren’t expecting these words to come out of his mouth, but you’re glad they are. “Thank you. I-I accept your apology.”

“Thank you,” he says, exhaling. “I’d love to talk and catch up and--”

“One thing at a time, please,” you say. “Let’s talk tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, okay. I can do tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you breathe. “Let’s get back in there, then. They’re probably wondering where we went.”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “We should-- before they get any wild ideas.”

+++

The rest of the party goes fine without any other surprises, though Jake’s long glances at you across the room get a little annoying.

Amelia and Belle stay on the beach until you tell them to come inside, which is when it gets dark. They don’t protest, but they do drag their feet.

“Alright kiddo, have you packed a bag?” you ask Amelia.

She gives you a weird look. “For what?”

“Well…” you start to grin. “Since Penny and Mav are going on their honeymoon for a while, we thought you could just stay with me and Belle.”

“A sleepover?” Amelia asks.

“For two weeks?” Belle adds.

“Yes!” They both cheer when you nod.

“I can take you to get some of your stuff,” you offer, looking at Penny. She can tell you’re desperate for an escape.

“Please, mom?” Amelia turns to Penny.

“Go ahead,” Penny laughs. “Have fun.”

“Thanks mom!” Amelia hugs Penny tightly. “Can we go now?”

“Sure,” you nod, letting the two teenagers drag you to the car. “Bye everyone!” you call out, waving.

You catch Jake’s eyes as you’re leaving, but you tear your eyes away first. You have two teenagers to look after now. You don’t have time to think about the past.

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4. A Little More Than Cherry Popping

Jake Seresin x OC (Caledonia Hughes)

WC: 10.1k (I’m so sorry, but I promise it’s worth it)

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Warnings: swearing, smut (18+)

AN: Apologies for the wait, I just got back from vacation in Italy and got COVID. The header contains what I envisioned Caledonia to look like at the ball. Thank you @sebsxphia for the encouragement to write this story when it was in development, it means the world <3 Also, a big thank you to @royallyprincesslilly for the design of the divider :)

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These characters, except for Caledonia and Ella, are obviously not my own. This is an 18+ fanfic so minors scoot pls. You are responsible for the media you consume. Do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate this fic without my explicit permission as it is my own creation.

"I don't know how I feel about this one… it feels a bit too…ruffly?" You gave an experimental twirl in front of Ella.

You'd been looking at dresses for most of the afternoon with little luck, trying to find a dress that would both compliment Jake's dress whites and flatter your body. It proved increasingly difficult with each store Ella brought you to.

You would have asked Penny for advice, but she was already suspicious of you and your activities from the previous night. When morning came, she immediately asked about the loud thump outside her house the previous evening. Your excuse of the noise being caused by a large animal falling from the roof didn't seem to satisfy her. It was in her eyes. Unbeknownst to you, she knew that sound like the back of her hand. It would have been odd if she didn't given how many times Maverick had to sneak out of her window, both as a young lover and a reacquainted one.

Not wanting to raise her suspicions, you elected to not tell her about your invitation to the ball. Alas here you were, left to your own devices to determine an appropriate dress for the event thanks to Google and the US Navy website.

You felt bad you hadn't told Natasha and Penny about your arrangement, but there just wasn't a good time to. It wouldn’t be easy telling them that you're essentially getting sex lessons from the one man they’ve warned you about for months.

She hummed in agreement, "I think I saw a dress towards the back that would complement your curves better."

You brought your gaze to the full-length mirrors set up in a triage in front of you, feeling your lip quiver.

Mentally and physically, you were exhausted. You didn't feel well. Your self-esteem hadn't felt this low since you started your new meds. Thinking that this dress exertion would help improve your mood, you agreed to go with Ella to find the perfect fit for the ball.

But alas, it did not. In fact, it somehow made you feel worse about yourself.

Looking and trying on dresses that didn't work for your curves made you feel…unsatisfied with the way your body looked.

Was that how your arms always looked?

Why were your thighs so thick?

Why couldn't your tummy be smaller?

Had your cheeks always been so plump?

You tore your gaze away from your reflection, focusing on maintaining your breathing and the navy-blue heels with satin ribbon straps displayed near the changing rooms that piqued your interest.

"Alright, I think this one might be the one Cal. Go ahead and try it on…oh, let's get you a pair of shoes. I'll grab the navy ones you've been eyeing." She winked at you. Apparently, you hadn't been as discrete as you thought.

You ran your hands over the soft, navy blue velvet material of the dress. Feeling the material helped to ease your mind a bit, enough to let you bring yourself to the changing room.

Once you finished adjusting the sleeves that began around your upper arm, you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror.

A small smile grew on your lips, giving a slow twirl. Not bad.

You liked how it hugged your body, rather than constricting it, and forcing your insecurities to come to light.

The sleeves flowed down your arms and the bottom of the dress fell loose around your mid-thigh, enabling more movement with a slit up the length of your leg. You smiled at how the dress accentuated your breasts, acting to push them up in a classy way, and gently draped around your arms, leaving the skin of your back exposed to almost the bottom of your shoulder blades. Your smile widened at the feeling of the dress wrapping around your stomach and accentuating your slight hourglass figure.

You just hoped Jake would like it.

"Wow, Cali… I think that's the one. And it’s on sale too. Try it on with the heels." She smiled at the slight blush dusting your cheeks, glad that your mood had lifted a bit.

Gingerly, you tied the final bow on your ankle after gently wrapping the satin ribbon up your foot.

"Ok, this is definitely the one." She said with a smile.

"You think so?"

She smirked, coming up to adjust your sleeve. "I know so… Hangnail's not going to be able to keep his hands off of you."

Chuckling, you softly blushed at the thought of the feeling of his hands on your waist. How his hands tenderly toyed with your breasts. The way his tongue and lips softly teased your clit. The feeling of his thick cock on your tongue. You felt a shiver run down your spine and settle into your bundle of nerves at the thought.

"Oh, you should wear that gold and sapphire pendant your parents gave you, with the Celtic knot. Oh, and the teardrop earrings. I think that would really bring the outfit together."

You placed your fingers along your chest where the pendant would lay. It was a graduation present when you went on a family trip to Scotland. Ella had a much greater fashion sense than you did, letting a bright smile meet her gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

"Also, I'd love to come over and help you get ready before you leave. What time is he coming over again on Friday? 5:30? Wait, aren’t Penny and Amelia going to be home?"

"I mean, Penny is spending the weekend with Maverick, and Amelia is going to be with a friend… but nonetheless Ella, I'm not going to make you do that…you've already spent too much time helping me pick out a dress," you rubbed your arm sheepishly.

"Cal, I'm doing this for you. Plus, it'll be fun," she smiled, giving your shoulder a squeeze, leaving no room for argument.

—

"And… done." Ella capped the Ferrari red lipstick. As she let you see the lush red hue that painted your lips in your bedroom mirror.

You had to admit, Ella did good work. You puckered your lips before letting a small smile grace your lips.

"God, you're going to give that poor man a heart attack," she chuckled, smirking to herself as she admired your wavy brunette locks she had finished curling a few minutes prior, the contrast between bright, lush red and the soft, navy blue velvet fabric of your gown, and the gleam of the gold Celtic knot with a modest sapphire settled in the middle that marked the crease between your pushed up breasts.

She adjusted the gold and sapphire teardrop earrings after you finished tying the satin ribbon into a bow around your ankle with freshly manicured nails.

You gave a twirl in the mirror, admiring how the velvet fabric flowed around you. Giving yourself a view from behind, you admired how the material hugged your ass and dipped down your exposed back.

But would Jake love it?

"Do you really think Jake will like it?"

Ella looked at you with disbelief. "Of course he will… he'd be stupid not too. You're going to make that man struggle to not pop your cherry in front of everyone there." She laughed to herself, only laughing harder at your blushing cheeks, and giving your ass a swat that made you yelp.

You had never dressed up this nice before, never having a reason to do so.

"Come on Ella, he's not some feral animal…plus there will be a lot of beautiful people there."

Ella scrunched her eyebrows together. How could you not see how beautiful you looked? That you would be on the same beauty playing field as every other well-dressed woman there?

She was about to protest your implied statement when two solid knocks from the front door resonated throughout the home.

Hangman was here.

—

Jake brought his freshly cleaned truck to a halt.

Pulling down his front mirror, he gave himself a final once over.

He examined his teeth for what felt like the 12th time, and gingerly ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back. Grazing his palm along his cheeks and neck, ensuring he did an up-to-par shaving job, and gave himself a spritz of cologne, satisfied with the subtle masculine musk infused with cinnamon. Checking the ribbons on his dress whites; all clean and pinned straight.

A soft sigh passed his lips as he closed the mirror above his head.

The bouquet of roses laid softly on his leather passenger seat.

Biting his lip, he brought his gaze from Penny's front door down to the flowers.

Maybe they were too much. But maybe not. He couldn't decide. The lines of your arrangement were becoming more blurred with each press of your tender touch against his own.

He felt his palms sweat and mind return to a conversation that was on his mind since he first touched you.

"Admiral Cain's retirement ball is coming up"

Jake's gaze was torn from your form skillfully managing the bar top. His grip tightening involuntarily around the beer bottle in his hand at his wingman's voice.

“Yeah, your point?"

Coyote took the seat beside him, smirking, "You should ask her."

Jake took another swig of his beer, not bothering to give his friend a response.

"It's not like that with her." He avoided Javy's gaze, focusing his attention on peeling away the beer label.

“Not like what? It's just a retirement party. It doesn't mean you're with her or anything." Javy shrugged, expecting at least a chuckle out of his longtime friend. But his normally cocky, self-assured, long-time friend remained silent, gaze returning to you.

For the first time in a long time, he couldn't read the expression on his wingman's face, whom he had known for a little over a decade. But if he had to guess… it looked something close to longing or disappointment. He couldn't decide.

"Unless that isn't what you want…"

The truth was Jake didn't know what he wanted with you, but he knew he wanted more than this; Looking at you serving drinks and feeling your lips against his once a week.

He couldn't decide if he felt like Hephaestus to your Aphrodite, or Hades to your Persephone; someone who was meant for you only as a steppingstone for future lovers or the one you would be intertwined with for as long as time would allow.

"It's complicated." He took a languid swig of his beer.

Javy raised his eyebrows. "Alright, so you wouldn't mind if I asked her?"

Jake's head whipped towards him with a tense jaw and furrowed brow, met only with a smirk and amused eyes.

"You know… it's ok to admit that you like someone for another reason besides wanting to hook up with them." Javy let out a chuckle.

Jake knew that. But he didn't do relationships, always staying safe with one-night stands he'd never have to worry about seeing again for the most part.

It was safer. For both of them.

"Yeah, I know."

He took a swig of his beer.

"Then why don't you say it?"

Jake felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end at the question.

There were a lot of reasons to not say it.

Safety. Cowardice. It was easier. Not great reasons, but reasons nonetheless.

He was broken from his thoughts by Javy slapping a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't let her slip through your fingers, because she will if you don't get off your ass."

His friend gave him a comforting smile. After years of friendship, Javy liked to think that he knew his best friend enough to give him the push he needed.

Jake brought his gaze back to you as his friend left him to his devices.

As much as he hated to admit it, Javy was right.

Jake gently grasped the bouquet as he let out a few breaths and made his way to your doorstep as he felt his free hand twitch, bringing it up to the hardwood of your front door.

—

You took a few breaths before opening the door.

Your breath turned to lead at the sight of him in his freshly pressed dress whites that clung to his body just right, the early sunset reflecting off his gelled back hair, polished aviator wings pin, gold fringes of his uniform, gleaming black leather shoes, his hat under his arm.

How was it possible for him to look so handsome?

You wanted to run your fingers along his jaw and feel his clean shaven cheek. Trace the cupid bow of his upper lip with your fingertip. Gently feel his soft hair beneath your fingertips, and gingerly tug on the roots.

Your core throbbed at the sight of him. Maybe he wouldn’t mind indulging you instead of going to the retirement ball. Feeling your lip quirk slightly, it would be such a waste of Ella’s hard work.

He cleared his throat, bringing your tourmaline gaze up to his jade one.

Jake hoped you didn't catch how his knees almost buckled at the sight of you.

Your wavy brunette locks that paired beautifully with your lush red painted lips, and the gold and sapphire jewelry that adorned the column of your neck and soft breasts he couldn't wait to mark and worship.

The midnight blue velvet hugged your curves, flowing around your hips, pushing your breasts up in a similar fashion that brought him back to 7th grade watching Who Framed Roger Rabbit? for the first time, and the split in the fabric that accentuated the lush expanse of your leg leading down to your satin wrapped ankles that had his cock stirring.

In that moment, he truly understood why Paris had risked it all for Helena, and why Hades couldn't live without Persephone.

You were a siren that would bring him down to the depths of pleasure. And he would let you, without resistance.

If you asked him to discharge from the Navy and spend the rest of his life with you, never leaving your bedside, he would sign in a heartbeat.

He composed himself, clearing his throat.

"Ms. Hughes, you look lovely. These are for you."

He mentally patted himself on the back for not letting his drawled voice crack as he handed you the modest bouquet.

"O-oh, thank you. These are gorgeous."

Just like you. He bit the inside of his cheek.

His gaze was pulled to movement along the stairs.

He softly smiled with a small wave, "You must be Ella. Lieutenant Seresin at your service, but please, call me Hangman."

Turning to look behind you as he reached over and firmly shook her hand.

You bit your lip as she sent you a teasing smile before making eye contact with him.

"Pleased to meet you. Nice to finally meet the famous Hangnail I hear so much about."

You widen your eyes at her. Worry dissipating as you hear him let out a small laugh.

"So this is what you lovely ladies talk about when I'm not around, hmm?"

You felt your face heat up under his mirth-filled gaze, hearing Ella let out a small chuckle.

"Here's your clutch, Cali. Have fun." She winked.

You thanked her, quickly checking your clutch for everything you would need for the night. She looked at you with a teasing smile as you found the pack of condoms she sneaked in.

"Pleasure to meet you, Ella. Ms. Hughes, shall we?" He extended his forearm for you to grab hold of.

You softly smiled, handing the bouquet to Ella to put in a vase in your room.

"Of course." You brightly smiled at him as you held onto his thick arm, looking over your shoulder to wave goodbye to Ella.

Your cheeks blushed as she widened her eyes and mouthed what a hottie, holy shit. You blushed, biting your lip.

Ella would lock up and place the spare key under the crudely painted flowerpot from Amelia's youth. She took note of the white and blue roses as she placed them into the vase; innocence and unrequited love. She softly smiled to herself; you both were so fucking stupid.

—

Jake could feel your hand tense on his forearm as you entered the venue. The polished floor was buzzing with activity. Couples left and right on each other's arms, laughing, and enjoying fine wine and cocktails.

You walked with Jake, feeling hyper-aware of people's gaze on you. The feeling of eyes on you bringing you back to high school, making you want to sink into the floor.

Jake could feel your anxiety permeate through your velvet skin.

He leaned down and whispered, "You look wonderful, Caledonia. You have nothing to be nervous about."

You looked up, finding his comforting gaze on yours with a small smile. And suddenly the marble walls were replaced by soft white plaster and you were back in his room for your first lesson, feeling your anxiety crumble a bit.

Jake guided you to your table, greeting his coworkers and their respective dates, and giving a small wave to Phoenix, Bob, and Halo who looked at you with teasing smiles.

You'd probably need to fill them in on a few things.

He pulled out your chair for you, gently pushed it in, and left to get you both flutes of champagne, doing his best to ignore Javy’s teasing gaze on his own form.

Natasha watched Jake like a hawk, pouncing on you the moment Jake was out of earshot.

"I thought I warned you about him." You playfully rolled your eyes, letting a small smile take over.

—

You'd never had so much fun in your life. Parties and loud gatherings were never your cup of tea, finding the environment to be mentally draining, and the fact that you didn't know most of the people at such events.

But this…this was a whole new world opened up to you. It was like the prom experience you never got. Feeling the buzz of the multiple champagne flutes you had consumed. The heat of your friends’ bodies around you as music from the 90s and early 2000s blasted from the speakers throughout the furnished venue.

After Admiral Cain was praised for his almost 50 years of service, much to no one's surprise, but your own, the formerly peaceful ambiance was hijacked by the music tastes of the young servicemen and women who made up a majority of the crowd.

In no time, you were asked to dance with Bob as the early beats of the Backstreet Boys resonated through the hall, and were whisked away by Phoenix and Halo as the Spice Girls met your ears.

Looking around the room, you saw that the retired admiral had no qualms with the change of music, seeming to enjoy conversation with other distinguished officers as the younger population danced the night away.

One of the well-dressed officers came up to the mic. "Alright, it's time to slow it down for all the couples in the room to a hit the year our favorite Admiral got his title."

You followed along with Phoenix and Halo, softly laughing with a bright grin as you exited towards your table. A hand gently grasped your wrist, making you halt in your tracks.

"Where do ya think you're goin', Caledonia?"

You let out a small gasp as he brought you into his arms with a playful smile on his lips, feeling his broad hand encase your waist, and splay along your lower back, just grazing the top of your velvet-covered ass. Gently, his other handheld yours. The contrast almost made you dizzy.

"You're my date, remember?"

You preened under his gaze with a small smile, letting him pull you flush against his white-clad, broad chest as his frame still towered over your own, even in the heels. Awkwardly, you placed your free hand on the top of his shoulder, gently gripping it.

He couldn't help but remember the implications of the last time your touch felt like this.

The familiar sound of the beginning of Berlin’s Take My Breath Away resonated throughout the spacious room. It was a common ambiance during your shifts. Frankly, it didn’t hold any importance to your life. Just a pleasant sound to listen to as you poured and mixed drinks, and maybe made you wish you had someone you could associate the lyrics with.

Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game

Jake could feel the beginning vocals send a shiver up his spine. He grasped you all that much more closely to his body and that much more tenderly in his hand.

“Shit! I’m sor-”

You grimaced as you stepped on his toe.

On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame

He held back his grimace as he chuckled. "Nothing to worry about, Lass. Here, just follow my lead."

You gently sighed, feeling him let go of your hand, grasp your hips in his broad, strong ones, and maneuver them to softly sway with his own.

Jake felt he was only tempting himself by letting his hands settle so close to the curve of your ass. He couldn't look down either. If he did, he'd be back in your room; seeing your breasts accentuate your doe-eyed gaze as you worked his cock.

Turning and returning to some secret place inside

He let his eyes close, trying to compose himself and focus on the lyrics. His cock was starting to stir and he didn't want to have a full hard on in the middle of Admiral Cain's retirement ball. But it was proving difficult; feeling your body heat encase his entire front, and your soft flesh beneath his own, encased in rich velvet.

God, he couldn't decide what he wanted more; to take you in this gorgeous dress, or in all your glory. Feel you shudder and moan as he gripped your curves and gently took your innocence, letter by letter. Thrust by thrust. Spurred on by your sweet moans and low whines.

Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say

"Is everything ok, Jake?"

His thoughts were broken as he felt your manicured nails gently scratch at the base of his skull, bringing his gaze down to your incredibly blue eyes and plush, red lips.

He gulped at the sight, imagining your teary, doe, sapphire eyes as you wrapped your perfect red lips around his cock. Staining the soft flesh of the base with hues of red.

Letting his lip quirk up, "of course, why wouldn't I be?"

You swallowed at the sight of his playful evergreen eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Take my breath away

"It's just, you were holding my hips a bit tight."

Concern bubbled from the depths of his eyes, feeling him loosen his grip on your hips and move them upwards a bit.

"'M sorry, sweets. Just thinking is all." He drawled, letting out a soft exhale.

Take my breath away

Oh. Maybe he was getting second thoughts about bringing you.

"Oh." Your hand tensed a bit on the back of his shoulder.

"Only good things. I promise." He gave you a boyish grin, letting his hands give your waist a reassuring squeeze, and feeling satisfied once a bright grin took over your features.

Watching, I keep waiting, still anticipating love

"I honestly don't know what he sees in her."

Never hesitating to become the fated ones

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, your grin fading.

Turning and returning to some secret place to hide

His eyebrows furrowed, clearly missing something.

"I know right, he could do so much better."

Watching in slow motion as you turn to me and say

His jaw tensed as he pinpointed where the vile statement came from, recognizing a few ‘ladies’ that he had the unfortunate pleasure of taking home at one point.

They couldn't possibly be talking about you, could they?

My love, take my breath away

Jake glanced down at you, feeling his heart break at the sight of you; tense, avoiding his gaze, and looking like the waterworks were about to start.

Through the hourglass, I saw you

You took a few breaths, trying to calm your nerves that made you hyper-aware of every part of your body, and made you feel like everyone had their eyes on you.

Before he had time to react to the previous statement, the next one met his ears.

"Her dress is beautiful. Too bad she's a bit big for it."

In time, you slipped away

That was the last straw.

You felt tears start to form in your eyes. God damn it. You were back in high school, braces, and baggy sweatshirts to hide your body.

When the mirror crashed, I called you

You needed to get out of here. This was a mistake, you never should have come here. You didn't belong here.

And turned to hear you say

"Wait here."

If only for today, I am unafraid

You shivered at the growl that left his throat as he kept up his stoic expression and strided towards the culprits with shoulders back, leaving you on the somewhat crowded dance floor to your own devices.

Take my breath away

Heads turned as he made his to the two platinum blonde women with obvious spray-on-tans.

Take my breath away

“Well, hi there Hangy-”

He almost cringed at one of the blonde's voice that rivaled nails on a chalkboard.

“Save it. You both should be embarrassed of yourselves, having nothing better to do than talk shit about how other people look while you both look like you’ve been deep fried.”

He could see them visibly tense under his sharp words, feeling himself begin to bear a snarl as he fought hard to keep his voice from getting too loud.

Watching every motion in this foolish lover's game

“You have no business talking about her like that-”

“Come on, we were just playing around. We didn’t know you genuinely downgraded…”

Haunted by the notion somewhere there's a love in flames

He sharply diverted his gaze to the previously silent one of the duo, feeling his blood boil.

“Downgraded? The only downgrade I see are you two. I feel sorry for whoever wanted to bring your sorry asses here considering that the only place you belong is in the trash outback… If I so much as hear you breathe in her direction the wrong way, the Hard Deck bell is goin’ to be ringing if you try and step foot in Penny’s bar.” He growled, eyes sharp and flaming.

Turning and returning to some secret place inside

As he left them unable to form a response, it became clear how much attention the scene had stirred up.

Watching in slow motion as you turn my way and say

He watched as they tried to muster anything to say. Scoffing, he left them embarrassed and under the scrutinizing gaze of their peers.

Take my breath away

Jake felt eyes on him as he made his way back to you, the only other sound being the ending notes of the song and the thrumming of your heart in your ribcage.

My love, take my breath away

“Let’s get out of here. Yeah?”

My love, take my breath away

You breathlessly nodded as he led you back to your table to retrieve your clutch. Your eyes met those of the naval aviators that frequented your workplace, seeing them exchange looks varying between confusion, knowing, and something close to bewilderment. As Natasha’s eyes met yours, you knew you’d need to have that dreaded conversation sooner than expected. Jake’s hand softly gripped yours as your soul struggled to get back into your body, as he took you with him into the night.

My love, take my breath away

—

“You didn’t have to do what you did tonight”

Jake brought his truck to a halt at the red light and turned to you in the passenger seat, seeing you nervously toy with your nails.

“Yes, I did.” His voice soft, but assertive.

You looked up to see him gazing at you with a comforting smile, eyes seeming to glow against the illumination of the nobs and buttons of his dashboard, and handsome features bathed in a red glow.

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

He cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"I wanted to give you the closest thing I could to a senior prom. M’ Sorry it didn't exactly turn out as planned." He chuckled, running his hand through his hair.

You silently admired the loose strands that fell on his forehead, almost unable to believe what you were hearing.

He heard that?

He wanted to give you that experience?

“I-I mean, it was nice where it mattered most…really nice, and….”

His eyes met yours as your hushed tone registered, seeing you divert your gaze to your nails again.

“The night isn’t over yet, and I’d like to try playing a little baseball with you if that’s still on the table.” You bit your lip, bringing your gaze back up to his.

His eyebrows furrowed.

Play a little baseball?

You both were hardly dressed and it was too dark-

Oh.

That kind of baseball.

A soft grin rose on his lips in realization as you let out a small chuckle.

“Baseball it is, Ms. Hughes.”

—

The resounding click of his front door brought the first floor of his homestead into a cover of silence broken only by the gentle tapping of his dress shoes and clicks of your heels on his hardwood floor.

“Wait here, Lass…and keep your heels on.”

You missed his small smirk as he turned to climb his stairs quickly, gingerly tying the satin bow back around your ankle.

Letting out a soft sigh, you took a seat on his couch.

The walls looked a bit less bare since you were last here.

After a few moments, the familiar sound of his purposeful steps echoed down the stairway and into his living room.

Before long, he was in front of you.

“Caledonia, the playing field awaits you.” He stood tall, hand extended towards you.

A blush consumed your cheeks as you bit your lip, accepting his hand as he led you to his room up the stairs, and through the dimly lit hallway.

Your heart began to beat faster as the reality of the situation set in.

You were going to have sex with Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin.

And you had the courage to initiate it.

Before you turned the corner to his door, he asked you to close your eyes.

You softly smiled in the darkness, feeling his soft hands guide your body towards the scene of his next lesson for you.

The creaking of his door set your nerves alight. He guided you into his room, hearing the distinct click of the door closing behind him.

“Open your eyes for me, Lass.” He whispered in your ear from behind you as he brought your hands down from your eyes.

Your breath hitched.

Almost every flat surface in his room harbored the soft glow of candlelight.

High and low, the room was bathed in a soft flickering hues of amber and harvest gold.

Maybe this wasn’t something friends did for each other.

He watched with bated breath as your eyes scanned the room with parted lips. When your eyes met his, they were like fine Murano glass; gleaming and almost teary.

“I, uh, I wanted to make this as… comfortable as I could. If you’re feeling nervous, we don’t have to do this, I completely under-”

“Can I kiss you?”

His eyes widened as he looked at you; biting your lip, looking up at him with sweet, innocent eyes with something more…carnal swimming in the depths of them.

He swallowed, gaining his bearings, and letting his lip quirk to the side.

“Of course.” He smiled, eyes alight.

He felt the air leave his lungs as you smashed your lips against his with unadulterated want. His hands shot to your velvet-encased sides, bringing you to the hardwood of his door with a resounding thump.

Your hands grasped at his clothed shoulders to the back of his head, cradling his jaw as you continued to feel his feverish lips against your own. Feeding for any contact that could be achieved. His hands grasped your hips, pushing you further into the back of his door.

He smirked into the kiss, feeling your deliberate fingers fiddle with the gold plated buttons of his uniform, attempting to release them.

Leaning down, he littered open-mouthed, sloppy kisses along your neck. Feeling every whine escaping past your lips go straight to his poorly confined cock.

“Jake…please”

A cheshire grin overtook his features as he let the alabaster flesh of your neck leave his mouth with a soft pop, colored like the evening sunset.

He croaked, “What do you need,” he gazed into your dazed eyes, resisting the urge to let his eyes fall shut at the tender touch of your thumbs caressing his cheeks.

"I-I miss you… I know I see you, but… I miss you…" you murmured.

"Ya miss me, huh? Tell me Lass, what'd you miss most?" He purred.

"I-I miss feeling you touch me," you softly sighed as he kissed and nipped at your neck.

"Mhm, where'd you miss me touching you?" He growled, reaching up to squeeze your tits through the soft velvet.

His soft breath on the tender flesh of your neck made you mewl, "when you touched me down there…when I touched you…"

"You're goin’ to have to be more clear, Lass… don't be shy. Tell me what you miss."

You let your eyes close, feeling the familiar tinge of embarrassment set in, your cheeks glowing with a rose hue, letting your hands clutch his broad, dress-white-clad shoulders as he rucked the form-fitting velvet up your hips, letting him nudge a thick thigh between your own.

"I m-miss feeling you…eat my pussy, and when you p-put your fingers inside me… I miss f-feeling your cock in my hands, feeling it twitch… feeling it in my m-mouth." Your face was beet red by the end of your sentence broken up by soft sighs.

He smirked against your neck, "Good girl…I missed those too." He reached up and gave your tits an appreciative squeeze, feeling his cock stir at the low moan that left your lips. "Let's get this pretty number off of you, sweetheart… I didn't get to fully taste you last time…" he nipped at your earlobe, making you shudder at the memory of his interrupted efforts.

You yelped as he grabbed the undersides of your thighs, effectively swiping you off your satin-heeled feet, and wrapped them around his hips.

“Jake! Put me down!” You laughed, giggling as you clutched at his shoulders and the back of his neck.

You could only focus on his bright grin and warm, melted emerald, longing look in his gaze, as he stopped in his tracks, and teased, “Or what, Ms. Hughes?”

“I-I might hurt you,” you whispered, letting your grin fade a bit.

His eyebrows furrowed, voice soft, “you w-wouldn’t hurt me.”

He truly didn’t believe you were capable of hurting him.

“I’m just on the heavier side, and I don’t-”

He smashed his lips against yours.

“Now, Ms. Hughes, I don’t want to hear any more talk like that… You say ‘heavier’ like it’s a bad thing.”

You had so many things to say on the tip of your tongue, that he had the audacity to snatch away with his own as he encased your mouth against his. He let your back softly meet his bed, letting your hair sprawl around your head like the crown of a goddess. Feeling his broad hands gently cushion your landing. He stood on his knees, feverishly unbuttoning his uniform with shaky fingers.

He wanted to take you till you forgot every horrible thing anyone had ever said about your body. About his place of worship. He wanted to eat your pretty cunt until you cried, and for you to feel every ounce of unsaid…something… in each swipe of his tongue and suckle of your clit.

You watched on with ravenous eyes, gently squeezing your breasts, arching your back to reach behind you for the zipper of your velvet number.

You swallowed as more of his torso was revealed to you.

Sensing your struggle with the zipper, he dropped his heavy uniform top and undershirt with a soft thud on his dresser, gingerly guiding you to sit up.

“Allow me,” he smirked, his drawl making its appearance as he slowly guided the velvet material down your arms, letting it catch on your stiff peaks.

You looked so beautiful like this. Cheeks flushed. Copper flame eyes alight. Chest heaving. Almost fully exposed to him.

“You’re not wearing that pretty blue bra are you?”

He bit his lip, suppressing the sultry grin that threatened to take over.

How could he be so blind? The lack of lace at your exposed back. The uninterrupted push-up of your heavenly breasts that ensnared his mind since the moment he saw them in all their glory.

You bit your own lip, hiding your own grin. You teasingly shook your head, letting out a giggle.

“You little minx…” he growled, pulling down your dress to expose your breasts to the cool San Diego air, a small gasp leaving your throat.

He sat back on his haunches, admiring how the candlelight danced along your curves, the swell of your breasts, and gleamed against your pendant.

Before you could break him from his thoughts, he leaned down ravenously, taking one of your nipples into the warm envelope of his mouth, relishing in the squeal that left your mouth at the act.

He let your nipple free with a soft pop, letting out a low hum, and granting your other peak the same attention.

His ministrations brought your gaze down to him, your breath catching in your throat.

Seafoam green gaze piercing your hazy one as he flickered your peak with his soft but purposeful muscle.

You hummed and mewled above him, whining as he left your nipple and began littering kisses down your tits and the soft expanse of your stomach. His lips halted once he reached the layer of velvet still hiding your body from him.

“Let’s get this off of you, yeah?” He cooed.

You nodded, letting your hips wiggle as he pulled your dress down over your hips, down your plush thighs, and off your satin heels, to laying in a clump on his dresser.

His heart swelled with pride as you let him undress you, honored that you trusted him enough to do so given what happened during your previous two lessons when it came to undressing.

You almost didn’t notice it yourself.

At the sight of your baby blue hidden core, his gaze darkened. You teasingly smiled as he licked his lips. His legs folded under him, the sculpted muscle of his abdomen, pectorals, and biceps on display in the candlelight. Each ridge and crevice all yours to see. His thick veins that traversed his arms begging to be traced. He gently held your ankle in his soft hand, spreading your legs and bringing it close to his lips. His eyes held a certain darkness to them that made you feel aroused like no other.

Your gaze stayed on his as he let his lips litter kisses along your ankle around the satin bows.

You felt as if it was suddenly hard to breathe at the sight of his teeth grazing the ribbon, tugging on the loose end, and pulling to free your foot from the satin confines of the heels. Like a wolf tearing flesh from bone. The navy-blue satin reflecting the soft flames against his tanned flesh sent jolts of excitement down your spine, down to your flushed bundle of nerves.

He felt like a predator, inching closer, and closer to his cornered prey.

He watched as you bit your lip, each heave of your chest as he repeated his onslaught on your other leg until you heard both heels hit the hardwood floor with a soft thunk.

You watched as he began littering kisses up your leg, and around the apex of your thighs, maintaining his evergreen gaze on yours.

He couldn’t ignore the soaked patch covering your core in the lace that made his chest rumble, pupils dilate, and cock twitch with pride.

Laying down, still clad in his uniform dress pants, he grabbed your thigh and placed the underside of your knee over his shoulder with a deep exhale. Mostly in awe of the nymph laying almost bare before him.

He let out a low whistle, letting his finger trace your lace-covered core, “Wow…”

Anxiety flooded your veins, “i-is something wrong?”

Uh oh. This was it. The end of your agreement. You knew it was only a matter of time.

He flicked his eyes up from his place between your legs, taking in your heated cheeks and parted lips.

“Oh, nothing’s wrong, Lass… just can’t get over how soaked you are.”

Your breath hitched as he looked at you, showing that signature panty-dropper smile that made you stutter, and knees buckle behind the Hard Deck bar top.

A soft mewl left your throat at the feeling of his soft lips, littering kisses along your clothed core, licking a broad stripe up the arousal-soaked fabric.

Your hands gripped at his comforter, hastily working their way down towards his soft tufts of hair.

“Fuck, Jake,” you whined, feeling him encase your clit through the lace, teasing it with his tongue.

If your senses weren’t so alight, you would have missed the soft pads of his fingers gently gliding the lace down your hips and thick thighs, tossing them behind him.

As soon as your lace landed with a soft thump, his mouth was on you. Encasing your core in his warm, velvet mouth as his tongue flicked and caressed your clit and soaked hole.

You felt your back arch, low moans and heady whines spilling from your throat that had Jake moving his tongue and sucking your clit with much more purpose.

Christ, he couldn’t get enough of your taste; it rivaled that of the sweet strawberries his sisters would bring in from the garden in the summer in Texas, the sugary and tart grapefruits that would come home from the farmers market, and the delectable, juicy peaches his ma would use for peach pies every summer.

“Mhm, that feels so good.”

You croaked, feeling tears start to prick at your eyes. It was all so overwhelming; feeling him consume your soul as soft waves of pleasure came one after the other with no break in strength.

It had felt like your concept of time had been warped as you felt your orgasm start to build, like the rumble of an earthquake, making your thighs twitch around Jake’s head.

“Not yet sweets.”

Not yet? Not yet? This man was out of his goddamn mind if he thought he was going to take his mouth off of you so close to your release.

A mix of frustration, desperation diluted anger made you pout and furrow your brows as he rose up, wiping your essence from his chin with the back of his hand.

“Jake, please,” you whined. You felt like you didn’t recognize your own voice; the desperation and sultriness behind it. It made Jake’s cock jump and his knees go weak.

Your voice was silenced, eyes clenching shut as he prodded two fingers at your weeping entrance, making you hiss at the initial stretch.

“Shhh, it’s ok sweetheart. Want you to cum around my fingers, gotta stretch you out a bit so you can take my cock.”

Jake came up to kiss your lips as his fingers continued to pump in and out of your hot core. You hummed at the taste of yourself on his lips, letting your tongue dance with his own.

You were getting good at kissing him. Maybe that wasn’t the best thing given the impermanence of this arrangement.

The squelching of your cunt bathed the room in an erotic ambiance.

Jake’s honeyed fingers reflected the gentle candlelight that brought his cock to full mast against your side.

The feeling of him so close, his fingers caressing that sinful spot inside you made your head dizzy, thoughts turn to Jell-O as mewls, and moans pour from your lips, like some wanton whore.

“God, you sound so beautiful,” he growled into your neck, littering the column with nips and open-mouthed kisses.

Your hands encased themselves that much more tightly in his hair, scratching at his scalp, feeling his statement not fully reach your ears.

You thought you heard beautiful, but you didn’t trust your hearing at the moment.

A strangled cry left your throat as he began to thrust his fingers that much more vigorously, ramming against that spot that made your toes curl.

"Takin' my fingers so well, sweetheart," he groaned.

You could feel the familiar wave of pleasure start to build in the back of your mind, feeling heat ebb and flow from your core to your toes.

A few moments of being victim to his ministrations had you arching your chest into him, eyes clenching shut, and a high-pitched moan pouring from your parted lips.

You felt like someone had electrified you with a car battery, each zip and zap wracking your body, making you feel like your essence was flowing out of you, unable to form a single thought as your pleasure overtook you.

Jake watched on in awe as you thrashed before him, grabbing at his arm to halt his ministrations as he continued to wrack your body with pleasure. Keeping the heavenly sounds flowing.

“That’s it, princess. Such a good girl, cumming around my fingers.” He murmured.

If he wasn’t so enthralled with your perfect lips and clenched eyes portraying the standard for orgasmic beauty, he would have missed the small spurts of release escaping your core, further christening his grey comforter.

He’d need to explore that more in a later lesson.

You preened against him as he slowed his ministrations, placing a gentle kiss to your sweat-misted forehead, taking in your soft mewls as he took his fingers from your silken core.

He gently rubbed the arousal on his hand along your core, gently massaging it and running the palm over your clit before leaving two small, soft pats on your clit with the tips of his fingers.

A yelp left your lips in surprise as your upper body lurched up, eyes opening. You were too sensitive for this.

He gently chuckled, “I think you’re ready, Lass…I have condoms we can use-”

“Can I suck your cock first?” you asked with hazy eyes.

Lord have mercy.

“O-oh, sweets, as much as I appreciate how eager you are… I need to hold off for the main event.” He groaned.

His length throbbed in his slacks at the pout that adorned your lips.

Yep. You were going to kill him. This was how he was going to die. By denying himself the chance to feel you wrap your perfect, painted lips around his cock.

“I have condoms too.”

He smirked, “well, go get em’ then.”

You giggled, reaching down the side of the bed for your dropped clutch.

Feeling his eyes on you, as you clicked it open to reveal a bundle of condoms that made his eyebrows shoot up.

“Well, aren’t you the most proper boy scout.”

You preened under the praise before tearing one from the bunch.

He watched as you struggled to find the edge to tear it open.

“Here Lass, you want to-”

His voice caught in his throat as he watched as you tore the aluminum packaging with your pearly teeth.

He didn’t know why the act affected him so; it was hardly the first time he saw it.

“Ok, so I just roll it down like a banana…” you whispered, more talking to yourself than anything.

You gingerly rubbed at his length through the material, smirking at the groan that left his lips. Slowly unzipping his slacks and pulling them down his toned thighs, discarded on the hardwood floor. You kept eye contact as you pulled down his briefs.

A smile overtook your features at the sight of his thick, flushed-tipped cock gently tapping against his abs.

You missed him, in an odd way, finding yourself thinking about his friend downstairs during the long lab days.

He let out a soft sigh as you gently grasped him and carefully rolled the condom down his length.

You gulped. The nerves had just set in. How were you going to fit him inside you?

Jake grabbed one of his pillows and laid it down for you, “alright, lay down with your hips on the pillow for me Lass. You doin’ ok?”

You nodded, swallowing as you laid down, adjusting to the feeling of your hips slightly elevated on the bed, dripping cunt on display.

“I need to hear you say it, Caledonia.”

Your gaze met his own, laced with comfort.

“I’m doing good. I’m ready.” You gave a close-lipped smile.

What if it hurt? What if sex wasn’t what you thought it was? What if you didn’t even like sex?

Almost as if he could feel the weight of your thoughts, he softly spoke, “It’s going to be ok, Lass… I promise I’ll go slow, and if you want me to stop, I’ll stop. Ok? You call the shots.”

“Will it hurt?” you meekly asked.

“If you do it right, it doesn’t,” he gently smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You felt some of your anxiety flee your body as he got settled between your legs.

Your core tingled at the feeling of his prominent length nudge at your entrance as he settled over you, supporting his weight on his elbows.

You let yourself relax more under his soft weight and hints of his cologne.

He settled above you, letting his waist rest against your own, his hands settling into your hair, softly stroking the strands, and cradling your head.

Had your eyes always been so blue?

Perhaps it was the candlelight.

Your gaze was drawn to his own like a magnet.

Candlelight did wonders for his gorgeous green eyes.

You let a small, tender smile paint your lips.

“Hi,” you whispered.

He soothingly smiled, “Hi.”

You matched his expression, letting your fingers toy with the soft hairs at the back of his neck.

“I’m gonna push in, ok? Tell me if you want me to stop, alright?”

“Ok… I trust you.”

Those words shouldn’t have pierced his heart the way that they did.

Your breath hitched as his tip caught on your clit, letting out a shudder as the flushed tip settled softly at your core, kissing the sensitive flesh. He let out an exhale as he reached down and settled himself at your entrance.

His heart pained at the wince painting your face at the initial stretch of his tip.

“Shhh, it’s ok sweetheart. Just breathe.”

He continued to gently thrust in, going as gingerly as possible, watching your face as he tenderly, delicately split you in half.

Surely he had to be more than halfway in by now, right?

You could feel yourself split around him, your eyebrows pinching together as the thick length of his cock softly made space for itself in your velvet cunt.

He continued the slow pace, letting the uncomfortable feeling be replaced by the pleasurable one of being filled by him take over.

He did his damndest to not get lost in the feeling of your silken walls choking his cock as he let you adjust and welcome him in.

You let out a soft moan at feeling him reach the hilt and stall his hips against your own as he littered kisses along your neck and softly brought a hand up to toy with your breast.

“Such a good girl…Taking your first cock so well.” Jake cooed into your ear.

You couldn’t believe it. If your high school and college selves were here to see you now, they would be jumping for joy and yelling from the mountaintops.

You mewled as he pinched at your peak with his thumb and forefinger, making you clench around him, and begin to drool around his cock.

“Are you ok if I start moving, Lass?” His voice came out strained as he struggled to keep his breathing in check.

You nodded, “Yes, Jake.”

Jake almost shuddered at the honey-glazed moan meeting his ears.

He leaned down to give you a kiss as he let his hips pull away from your own and thrust back in, smiling at the soft moan that left your lips.

God, was sex always meant to feel like this?

You felt he was hitting spots inside you, spots you had never felt before. All at once.

He couldn’t help but watch your face; eyes clenched shut, jaw slack with pleasure, and small whisps of moans passing your lips as you gave him your innocence with each rub of that special spot inside of you.

You shifted your elevated hips a bit, halting as a surge of pleasure shot through you and made your body feel it was paralyzed.

“Oh, Jake… right there,” you mewled.

His cock twitched at the sight, feeling awe blossom in his chest.

He felt so lucky, seeing you like this for the first time, being the one to make you feel like this.

The only one to make you feel like this.

You were all his to take.

Your midnight blue manicured nails digging into both of his biceps, working their way up to his shoulders brought him back to the task at hand.

Your dewey eyes opened on their own accord, meeting Jake’s gaze. The breath in your lungs froze, feeling a wave of arousal settle in your core at the sinful sight above you; lush, dark green eyes almost encased in black, sweat-permeated tan skin, the thick vein in his neck bulging as he thrusted into your hot core with restraint, the tense tick in his jaw. It all made you feel warm, a red hue blossoming on your cheeks as he stripped you of your innocence.

“Jake, please…” you whined.

“What is it, honey? What do you need?” He grunted out, making your core feel that it was wrapped in melted gold.

“Faster, please go faster…” you wantonly mewled.

His jaw tensed as he almost growled while grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around his lean waist.

He grunted out, “Keep those there for me, sweetheart. Can you do that?”

You feverishly nodded, insides feeling like putty at his manhandling.

“Good girl,” he cooed, placing a tender kiss on your lips as he adjusted himself so the weight of his upper body was supported by his elbows and hands placed behind your head.

A loud moan passed your lips as you felt your eyes roll back and close as he set his new pace.

You didn’t think it was possible to feel him so deep inside you, assaulting that perfect little piece of heaven inside your tight pussy that made him feel like nothing had before.

He was thoroughly convinced you weren’t real, that this arrangement had merely been one long elaborate dream and he’d soon wake up to his alarm, set to meet you at Francisco's later that day.

You gripped him impossibly tighter as the room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, your sweet, desperate moans and whimpers as he claimed you, the headboard knocking into the wall, and his grunts of effort as he tried to hold himself back for just a moment longer with each thrust he took into your perfect, little cunt.

“Fuck, Jake, please don’t stop!” You whined loudly, letting out a squeal as he gave a particularly sharp thrust.

He smirked into your neck.

God, you were too precious to give up.

His mind raced with the endless possibilities.

Taking you in his truck outside the Hard Deck before opening.

Ravishing you against his F-18 after hours in the hangar on base.

Finding out if you preferred dildos in your pretty pussy or vibrators on your perfect flushed clit.

Feeling his cock flush as he found out whether you’d moan harder being taken like this or taken from behind; his hand encasing your brunette locks and bringing your bare back to his chest.

The telltale signs of your silken walls hugging his cock, begging it not to leave your sopping cunt, told him you were close. And getting close fast.

Your hands clawed at his back, feeling your eyes begin to tear up. You couldn’t stop the flow of strangled moans and whimpers passing your lips as you felt the all too familiar bubble form in your abdomen.

His eyes clenched shut, jaw clenching tighter as he felt his own release start to build.

As your thighs clutched around his body, he channeled his energy into pistoning his hips against your own, feeling your flesh ripple against the force of his thrusts.

It was all too intense. Feeling him in case you, ring out every ounce of pleasure from your body as you could do little, but crumple and take what he had to give you.

You felt your eyes go teary as you felt your release within inches of overtaking you

“Jake, please… I’m so close,” you murmured breathlessly.

Jake slammed his lips against yours, overtaking your yelp as he let his hips slam into your own.

He swallowed each moan, whimper, and cry that left your lips, as if they would grant him otherworldly treasures.

Which, in a way, they did.

Your brain completely short-circuited as he pounded that sweet, little spot inside you.

He was chasing both of your highs diligently, feeling the rubber band in his abdomen close to snapping with each flutter of your walls against his engorged cock.

One last thrust, and you were gone. Clutching to Jake for dear life, nails digging into his flesh as your pleasure consumed you, like an atomic bomb, leaving nothing in its wake but pure bliss.

His eyes clenched shut as your siren song met his ears, and he thrusted as deep as he could and let his release overtake him with a deep, almost pornographic moan.

He relished in the feeling of you clutching him, convulsing as your pleasure continued its assault on you, letting his brain swim in the pleasure coating his mind, making his thighs and abdominal muscle softly twitch against your body as he let out ragged breaths.

The room fell silent with the exception of both of your breaths mingling, and the thrumming of your hearts in your ears.

He let his head fall into your neck, breathing in the sweet smell of strawberries and the scent of your sweat meeting his senses.

He almost missed the soft giggle that passed your lips as he tried to catch his breath.

Maybe something was wrong with him. Usually, he could go a few rounds before feeling this worn out.

His eyes met yours, finding them glowing and full of color in the candlelight. Heart beating more strongly as he took in the sight before him; a blissful smile on your face as you looked absolutely pleasure stricken.

He languidly smirked, “what’s so funny, Lass?”

His drawl laced with exhaustion made you shiver.

You smiled, letting your fingers toy with the strands at the back of his neck, “Nothing, just… that was fun. Really fun.”

A genuine smile grew on Jake’s lips.

You bit your lip. “Do you think we could do that again?”

He almost let his eyes shutter close at the feeling of your silken walls tenderly squeezing around his length.

Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Maybe he could indulge you a bit more this evening.

“Of course, Caledonia.”

Your bright grin made his previous exertion seem as though it didn’t happen. He gingerly rolled off of you, letting a teasing smile play on his lips at your noise of protest as he disposed of the used condom, and grabbed another foiled package.

He passed you one of the wrappers.

“Roll away, Lass”

You smirked as you took the package, seeing his cock begin to reach half-mast again.

Jake knew the moment he saw the glint in your eye that he was in danger.

Very serious danger.

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Safe Haven Ranch 1

Pairing: Cowboy!Glen Powell X OC!Amber Dawson

Summary: After the death of Amber's father you come back to Texas to care for the horse ranch your father left for you in his will, then you meet your ranch hand and You catch someone's eye.

This will be all in Amber's Pov.

I step out of my truck to see the big medal sign above Safe Haven. I sigh as i open the gate.

I climb back into my truck and drive down the dirt road and i look out to my left to see the horses i grew up with one of my favorite is there too Rose is her name and i adore her.

I park in front of the house and smile. "Welcome home Amber"I said as I shut the door to my Ford pickup.

Walking to the front door I stop myself when i hear a horse let out a small neigh. I turn to see Rose at the front gate.

I smile walking to her. "hey Rose i missed you too" I pet her nose then hear someone ride up. "Careful she's a biter"

I look over at the person and say shading my eyes from the sun. "She doesn't bite sir i know her from my teen years"

I rolled my eyes then say. "who are you anyway?"

The man walks to me after he gets off the horse. "Glen...Glen Powell" he holds his dirty gloved hand out and i say. "umm no hand shakes till you take that off"

He looks at his hand. 'Sorry" He takes it off and then holds it back out to me. I shake his hand. "Amber Dawson"

"your Jake's daughter? Wow he never told me how cute his daughter was"

I fold my arms. "Charming" I turn on my heel and he says. "City girls..." I stop in my tracks and turn around facing him. "excuse me!?"

"I said...City....Girls...you seem like one"

I walk over to him. "Listen here Powell....if you want to keep working here then do not call me a city girl, i know this place better then you ever will got it?"

He smiles. "feisty too..Look Miss Dawson i work here and i have been working here for the past eight years and i have not once ever met you in those eight years...sorry if i come off as a dirty cowboy..."

He pretends to tip a imaginary hat. "ma'am" He walks away and climbs back on the horse and rides away.

My jaw drops then i shake my head. this Glen guy might be the first one to go...there is something you couldn't stand!

I walk into the house and look around with a smile, my father didn't change anything since i left.

I grab my bag from your truck then walk back into the house and head into my old bedroom and change into this outfit

I put my Blonde hair into this ponytail then grab a hat and put it on.

I walk outside and I gasp when I hear my best friend Lauren say. "Amber!?"

"Lauren Hey!" I walk over to her give her a hug and she pulls away saying. "Omg what are you doing back here?"

"My dad left this place to me...I'm sorry i wasn't here for his funeral i got busy" She holds my hands in hers "no no don't say sorry we understand"

I smile. "is it just you and charming here?" "oh you met Him already...uh nice nickname for him"

She said with a wink. I shake your head. "haha no way girl he's not even good looking plus he called me a city girl..which i am far from!"

"aww he doesn't mean that he's a sweet man he's great with the herd too" I smile. "sure he is"

"hey Amber i forgot there is a party tonight! Maybe he'll be there" she smirks. "Setting us up so soon?" i said.

"You never know!" She smiles and says. 'Come on he's out with the recuses"

She Drags me by the arm and soon we walk to a field of horses. "hey glen"

Lauren said waving. He looks over at us two and he lightly kicks his heels on his horse making it run to the gate Lauren and i are at.

"hey Lauren, Cowgirl" He winks at me making me roll my eyes he's charming but i didn't like him.

"So there is a dance tonight...you going?" he thinks then says. "I might..why?"

"Amber needs a date" She nudges at me and I say. "No i don't Girl I'm not going"

Glen frowns. "that's a shame i need a plus one...oh well" Lauren says. "She'll go with you as your plus one"

I look at Lauren. "I will not go to a dance especially if he's going" Glen smiles at me. "You sound so sure cowgirl"

I fold my arms. "please don't call me cowgirl the name's Amber" He gets off his horse and walks to the gate. "Okay cowgirl Amber i love that name better anyway" he smiles.

I drop my hands and scoff. "oh please" Glen smiles he is impossible. "later girls" Lauren smiles. "Come on Amber we have to catch up"

Lauren and i head back to the house. "Why is he like that? Does he know i am the owner of this place now?"

We stand in the hot Texas sunlight. "i don't think he knows that but damn that'd be a cute lover story don't ya think? Ranch owner is in love with the ranch hand!"

I shake your head. "No thanks i don't need a Toby kind of guy"

"Toby? I haven't heard that name since you broke up with him he was an ass anyway" I chuckle.

Toby Arlen you and him dated back in collage and then you broke it off after he cheated on you and man your glad you did.

Later that day i am getting ready for the party hoping Glen won't see me. i grab this dress with boots.

I walk downstairs and See Glen in this outfit.

"Whoa cowgirl Amber you sure know how to dress up" he smiles taking his hat off. I blink feeling my mouth dry up. "Uh right thanks you don't look to bad too"

Lauren walks out in this dress.

"Well you two look so cute matching!" She smiles at me and I shake my head. "don't think it" Glen chuckles. "We don't match this time"

"we won't ever match Powell don't flatter yourself" I said as i grab my purse and say. "Let's go"

we three head to the party and we walk in and scan the place. "whew he's not here"

Glen stands by me. "who's not here?" I Jump. "Shit Glen don't do that"

"Who's not here?" he asks again. Lauren says. "Her Ex bf Toby" I sigh and say. "it's a long story"

"Uh...never heard of him" Glen says looking around. I mumble. "Hopefully you'll never meet him" Just then I hear his voice. "Amber? Amber Dawson is that you?"

I press my lips together when Toby walks over with a blonde chick on his right. "i had to talk" Glen says in my ear. "hold my hand" I look at him. "what no thanks"

"make him jealous of you" Glen says in my ear. I roll my eyes. "Jesus" I take his hand. "Toby! hey"

"Wow you look great" He smiles making me want to throw my fist in his face. "You look like the same cheater i left"

"Oh amber i'm not the bad guy but i can if you want me too" He looks at Glen. "And you are?" "Glen Powell her Boyfriend"

"Damn didn't know she could love anyone but me" he says with a glance at me. I lean my head on Glen's shoulder. "Yea two years right baby?" I fake a smile at Glen.

"yea amazing two years" He smiles and Lauren's jaw drops and she smirks. "Hey toby how are ya? oh who's the new chick?"

"This is Hannah" She smiles and waves. "Hey nice to meet you three Toby never told me about you Amber I'm sure we'll be besties" Lauren says. "The only bestie she has is me so back off bitch"

I laugh softly and Glen says "Oh and I am her bestie right cowgirl?" You nod. "yea...my two favorite people"

Lauren smiles and Toby says "well see you around Amber good seeing you" Hannah smiles. "We should hang out tomorrow if your free"

I nod and they walk away.

I let go of Glen's hand and look around. Lauren says as us two walk around. "Since when were you two this close?"

She teased. I shake my head. "He said too!"

During the Party there is a song that comes on and Toby pulls hannah on the dance floor with everyone else and he looks at me with a grin. "fuck" I say under my breath.

My phone goes off and i look at it and see it's my boss Jake. "even better"

I said as i pick up. "hey jake" I walk out of the party outside and he says. 'Amber my darling how are things on the Ranch?"

"Good just getting everything ready"

I chew on my lip. "Is the deal still on?" "yes as long as you do what you were told to you'll have this deal day by July" I nod. "got it" I see Glen and say. "I have to go talk later" I hang up and flash him a smile. "Hey cowgirl Amber, everything ok?" I nod. 'Yea sorry my friend was checking on me"

He says. "Well they are playing my song...care to dance?' He holds his hand out to me. I look into his green eyes. "uh..sure"

We walk into the barn and Glen wraps his hands around my waist as we dance to this song.

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I look at Toby who is smiling at me. Glen whispers. "eyes on me and look happy" I look at Glen and smile lightly. "Like this?" He looks at me and smiles. "yea"

His eyes land on my lips then looks back at my eyes and grins. "Your good dancing cowgirl Amber"

I chuckle. "Your not to bad too Charming" I look over at Lauren and she claps with a huge grin. I laugh. "guess she's happy" Glen looks at her and smiles. "She's a great person Amber...she's also setting us up, she asked to dj to play this song"

I look up at him. "She's dead!" I laugh. Glen chuckles. "i don't mind dancing with you"

We dance a few more songs then it's the end of the night and Lauren and i head to the truck and Toby walks over to us. "Amber...are you on your way home?"

I turn and look at him. "yes? why?" He smiles. "I thought we could...um..catch up sometime" Glen opens the door for me and says. "Amber come on" I look at Toby. "Not in your life" I take Glen's hand and he helps me into the truck and Lauren says. "Loser!

Toby says. "ok then" he walks away and i smile at Glen and he shuts the door.

We get back to the ranch and I get a text from My boss.

Jake-July 3rd that's your deadline Amber.

I look at his text and Glen opens my door and i turn my phone off and say as i hop out. "thanks" I haven't worn boots in years so i twist my foot and Almost fall on my face but Glen grabs my waist holding close to him. "Hey easy cowgirl"

I look at him. " um..sorry i rarely wear boots i like flats" I mentally kick myself for my words Nice one Amber!

I stand up and Lauren says. "hey you two coming?" I look at her and let go of Glen and say. "yea" We walk into the house and i say. 'i'm going to head to bed night you two."

Glen smiles. "Good night cowgirl Amber" I flash him a smile then head into my room and i lean on the door. "amber what is going on? We have this deal with have to do think of the deal and not some handsome cowboy"

I get ready for bed and slip under the covers and lay there smiling before i fall asleep.

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shellbilee · 5 months

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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 2

A Glen Powell RPF Series

Glen

Glen walks out of the bathroom and makes his way over to the bar, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair and scanning the dancing crowd as he walks. It takes him all of thirty seconds to find her - the girl he realises he’s been unconsciously keeping tabs on all night, unable to help his smile as he watches her laugh and dance away to the music. She looks free and happy, and unbelievably sexy, and Glen almost groans as she tosses her hair and swings her hips.

God.

He’d spoken to her for a whole three minutes, he didn’t even know her name. And yet, he couldn’t seem to stop looking at her, thinking about her. Was he really this starved of female attention? It had been more than a year since he’d broken up with his long term girlfriend of three years and sure he’d had some flings since, but Glen knew deep down he was a relationship guy.

He’d always been a homebody, and he loved having someone at home at the end of the day, someone to wake up to in the morning. He loved spending time with his family in Austin, or just at home with his dog Brisket, and having someone to share that with was everything to him. All of that was virtually impossible to have all the time in his line of work though, but still it didn’t stop him from trying. For Glen it was one of the hardest things that unfortunately came hand in hand with his fame, especially as he was starting to take on new and bigger projects.

That, and the fact that finding someone that was otherwise immune to fame seemed to be a near impossible feat. The way he figured it, he had two options. Either find someone that was already in the spotlight - which made some things easier of course, but then the whole different schedules and never seeing each other thing was basically inevitable. Or, find someone who was not famous but still had their own life and routines and schedules, but was somehow indifferent to the fact that privacy would virtually be no longer. The longer he thought about it, the more he was convinced that option two didn’t actually exist.

He’s standing in the bar queue when he notices a petite girl in a fitted, mango coloured dress making a bee-line towards him, her long black hair falling like a dark curtain around her high cheek-boned face. He’s suddenly certain she’ll ask him for a selfie - he’s been stopped for a photo only twice tonight which was less than usual, though given the exclusivity of the event was what he expected, but after a moment he instead recognises her as one of the friends of the bar girl.

She pauses when she reaches him, flashing a confident smile before leaning into him to speak over the heavy bass of the music.

“Hello”

“Hey there” he replies back, immediately noting her proper British accent.

“My name’s Sloane. I believe you've met my friend Billie” she says, gesturing with her head back to the crowd behind them, pushing her black sunglasses up onto her head and revealing a pair of pale, ice blue eyes.

“Billie?” He says, his word more of a question than an answer, his eyebrows raised.

Sloane looks taken aback for a moment, shaking her head a second later.

“She didn't introduce herself? Oh Billie” she replies, clicking her tongue in disappointment, “I figured she'd have at least told you her name”.

Glen shakes his head no, watching as Slone glances over to the stage and rolls her eyes before turning back to him.

Glen smiles. Billie.

“Well, seeing as Billie clearly hasn’t, I'll do this for her” Sloane adds, offering him a charming smile, “My friend Billie, thinks you are very attractive”.

Glen chuckles, raising his eyebrows again, unable to help his smile. “That's funny, I think your friend Billie, is very attractive”.

Sloane laughs, a soft, musical laugh. “She's gorgeous actually. And, she's single”.

Glen tilts his head, regarding Sloane. “Does Billie know you're here talking to me?”.

Sloane grins. “No, and before you ask, yes, she is going to give me the third degree when I get back and tell her I just spoke to you about her”.

Glen laughs out loud this time, dropping his head back.

“So I don't know how people in positions such as yourself pass on details, but I figure you don't give out your number easily for obvious reasons” Sloane goes on in a very no-nonsense tone, Glen realising suddenly that she knows who he is.

He wonders idly if Billie knows who he is, looking over Sloane’s shoulder and spying her in the distance still dancing, seemingly oblivious that her friend is over at the bar talking to a complete stranger about her.

“So” Sloane says, pausing and getting her phone out of her bag, Glen watching as she briefly taps away at the screen before holding up her phone to face him, “This is Billie's Instagram”.

Glen is taken aback for a moment, undoubtedly very impressed by Sloane’s wing-woman efforts, looking back at her confident smile and wondering why on earth he’s hesitating when he’s been watching and thinking about Billie since the moment he met her in line.

He lets out a silent breath and pulls his phone from his pocket, opening the Instagram app and copying the words from Sloane’s screen onto his. He taps on the first name and is taken to her profile, immediately noting the picture of Billie’s smiling face next to a happily panting, golden retriever. He smiles when he sees that she already follows him, wetting his lips with his tongue as he taps on the blue follow button.

Glen puts his phone back in his pocket, unable to help his smile as he looks back at Sloane.

“You're one hell of a wingman Sloane”.

She grins then, tilting her head and shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. “That I am”.

Glen is pleasantly surprised. This is a first for him. He hasn’t had a girl try and chat him up for a friend before, though he can’t say he’s met many girls that are as straight-forward as Sloane.

The bar line suddenly moves forward and it’s his turn to order, Glen turning to Sloane.

“Are you getting another drink?”.

Sloane nods, “Another round of mojitos”.

Glen steps forward and orders his round and the three cocktails for her, Sloane saying her thanks as she leans on the bar beside him. He feels himself sway slightly, trying to do mental maths of how many drinks he’s had today, though gives up seconds later when it becomes all too difficult.

“So what brought you to this gig?” he asks as they wait for their drinks, shifting slightly so he’s out of the direct glare of the sun.

The sun is starting to set now, a deep, orange glow illuminating the rooftop in the way that only happens on those warm summer evenings, the gentle breeze in the air slightly cooler and finally offering relief from the earlier relentless LA heat.

Sloane shrugs, pulling her sunglasses back down onto her face.

“Honestly, Billie and Bec dragged me here. I don't mind Rufus, but really I was just happy for a night out with the girls. Those two are the real fans”.

“What about you, who are you here with?” she asks, reaching up to brush an errant hair from her cheek.

Glen explains that he’s here with a close friend from back home in Austin, and a couple of his actor friends.

“They invited me and then I invited Drew, and it just ended up being this big group of us” he says, turning back to the bar when the three mojitos are up and pushing them in front of Sloane, “I’m probably gonna pay for it tomorrow but I’ve gotta admit I’ve had a really good day”.

His own drinks are up moments later, Sloane picking up her three as he does the same, the two stepping away from the bar together.

“That’s tomorrow’s problem” Sloane says with a laugh, lifting the three drinks to her face and taking a drink from the closest one, “I mean, how often do you really just get to relax and have a good time with friends, especially out in public?”.

Glen only laughs, considering Sloane’s words. He can’t actually remember the last time he’d had a day like this, maybe a year or so ago when he was in Greece with his girlfriend and friends? Maybe last New Year's Eve with his family? Has it really been that long?

Sloane shakes her head. “If you have to think about it like that, it doesn’t happen enough”.

Glen just smiles. “You’re alright, Sloane”.

Sloane grins now, flashing her white teeth in a confident smile. “I’m better than alright actually”.

They both laugh and Sloane says goodbye, wiggling her eyebrows and telling him that she hopes she’ll see him around later, gesturing with her cup filled hands over to the dancefloor.

He only laughs, his alcohol tinged brain already having decided that there was no way tonight was ending without him speaking to Billie again, the thought of seeing her gorgeous smile making his breath catch in his throat.

He nods to Sloane and watches as she turns away to make her way to her friends on the dance floor, Glen balancing his own drinks and walking back to his friends across the way.

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Billie

“Thank God for that breeze” Billie says to seemingly no one, flustered and breathy from dancing in the busy crowd.

She takes off her hat and leans her forearms on the bar table, closing her eyes for a moment and taking a second to breathe in the open space. She’s a little tipsy, perhaps one mojito too many, and hot and slightly sweaty from dancing among the sea of bodies near the stage.

The sunset had brought with it a soft breeze, the gentlest whisper of a cooler air. It's a welcome reprieve to her heated skin, Billie letting out a breath as she pushes her sunglasses onto her head.

She looks over at the crowd - the warm orange glow of the setting sun casting long shadows over everyone, to find Bec still dancing away, lost in her own little world among the deep bass and dancing guests. Sloane had retreated to the bathroom as Billie had announced she needed a minute out of the crowd, leaving Bec dancing on her own - not that she apparently cared or noticed.

She looks over her shoulder to where the guy - Glen, had been earlier with his friends. She does a quick scan, unable to find him in the crowd, still not quite believing that the guy she’d been flirting with in the bar queue was the Glen Powell. She wonders why she hadn’t been able to tell at the time - sure he’d been wearing sunglasses, but sunglasses were hardly a disguise, reasoning that she’d been too caught up in his charming smile and golden skin to properly put it together.

Still, Glen Powell. Of all people. Handsome was not nearly enough of an adjective to properly describe him. He was gorgeous, in that Texan, all-American, almost bad-boy kind of way, Billie again thinking back to the time she’d seen the new Top Gun movie with the girls but this time thinking about a different leading man other than Miles Teller.

God.

She lets out another deep breath, idly wondering if she would see him again tonight, pulling out her phone to check her reflection in the screen and looking up when Sloane suddenly appears beside her.

“Have you checked your phone?”.

Billie smooths down some flyaway hairs from her face before looking back at her friend in question.

“Hmm?”

Sloane shakes her head. “Your phone, have you checked it?”.

“What are you talking about?” Billie asks, looking back at her phone and double tapping on the screen so that it lights up in her hand.

There’s a text from Lisa - one of her work colleagues, asking how Rufus was, and a number of instagram notifications that appeared to be reactions to her story uploads of her and the girls.

“What am I looking for?” Billie asks, still confused, looking up at Sloane briefly as she taps on the text message and replies to Lisa telling her that it’s been incredible.

“Open your instagram”.

Billie obliges, still wondering what on earth Sloane is going on about, opening the instagram app and tapping the little heart icon to bring up her notifications. She frowns as she scrolls, all of a sudden letting out an involuntary gasp and feeling her breath catch when she realises what Sloane is talking about.

@glenpowell has started following you

“You did not” Billie nearly stammers, looking back up at her friend with wide eyes.

Sloane only smiles, shrugging her shoulders innocently.

“I did”

“Sloane!”

“What?” she asks, her tone almost one of offence, “It was the least I could do. I can’t believe you didn’t even tell him your name!”.

Billie shakes her head in exasperation, a myriad of emotions suddenly running through her head.

Morbid embarrassment? She could easily imagine Sloane finding him and confidently explaining that her friend Billie was single and found him attractive. It was such a Sloane thing to do - the woman was the most poised, self assured person Billie knew. Nothing ever phased her, it was the reason she was such a good paramedic. It certainly wasn’t the first time Sloane had done this either - there’d been multiple occasions where she’d flexed her wing woman responsibilities and tried to set Billie up with gorgeous strangers.

For a moment Billie doesn’t know how to feel. It’s shock and excitement and nerves all tangled into one. Glen fucking Powell was following her on Instagram! But what did that mean? He was attracted to her, just like she was to him? Their flirty interactions had certainly been real, Billie unable to deny that a part of her has been thinking about him and his damn gorgeous smile since she’d left him at the bar earlier. Did this mean that he’d been thinking about her the same?

“Billie, you’re a fucking babe. Own it” Sloane says, the straw she’s drinking from making a slurping sound when she reaches the bottom of her drink, “You should have seen the way he smiled when I told him you’re single. He’s into you”.

“I can’t believe you just went up to a celebrity, and told him to follow your friend on Instagram”.

Sloane shrugs, raising one perfectly manicured eyebrow. “He did it without hesitation too. So what does that tell you?”.

Billie lets out a heavy breath through her nose, shaking her head at Sloane in disbelief. “You could have given me a heads up that you were going to do that”.

Sloane snorts. “And you’d have said nothing if I did tell you first?”.

Billie shoots a deadpan look at her friend. “You’d have just done it anyway, regardless of what I would have said”.

Sloane shrugs, lips parting in a smile. “Yeah. Probably”.

Billie rolls her eyes and laughs.

“So what now?” Billie asks, deciding she needs to tell Bec what’s happened as she looks over at the crowd, before looking back at Sloane across from her.

She frowns when she sees Sloane’s smile has widened into a grin, her head tilted as she looks at something over Billie’s shoulder.

“I think you’re about to find out”.

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Glen

Glen can’t help the way his eyes travel up Billie’s legs as he walks towards her, balancing four full plastic cups in his hands. She’s tanned and toned, serious muscles telling him that she must go to the gym or at least run regularly, her ass round and perky underneath her white shorts. Suddenly, his alcohol-soaked mind can’t help but think about what she’d look like naked.

Fuck.

Sloane catches his eye over Billie’s shoulder, her smile telling him she’d seen him looking at Billie, and suddenly he can’t control the goofy, drunken smile that spreads across his lips.

“I figured you ladies could use a refill” he announces as he reaches the table, Sloane grinning at him and Billie visibly startling when he appears beside her.

“Well aren’t you just the gentleman” Sloane remarks, tilting her head and flashing a charming smile as he puts the drinks down on the bar table and slides one over towards her.

Glen only grins, nodding at Sloane, before turning to look at Billie beside him.

Just for a second, he swears he forgets his own name.

It’s golden hour in the evening - that late, final time of the sunset when the sun is just about to disappear and everything is bathed in that brilliant, vivid warmth, making everything the light touches infinitely more beautiful.

Billie, is no exception to that.

Glen is instantly enamoured, completely, utterly mesmerised. It’s the first time he’s looked at Billie properly, this time without her sunglasses. For the first time ever, he understands what it means when people write about getting lost in someone’s eyes.

They’re big and beautiful - the colour unlike anything he’s ever seen, a mix of deep, sage green and warm, honey brown swirled together like ripples in a lake. She’s got long, dark, feathery lashes that he reasons have to be fake, making her eyes look even bigger as she blinks and looks back at him incredulously. The orange bathe of the setting sun makes them almost glow, her cheeks golden and smooth, her lips full and soft.

Suddenly, Glen isn’t sure if it’s the alcohol that’s making him feel warm or if it’s from looking at Billie.

“Glen” he says, extending his hand towards Billie, his throat feeling thick when she offers a gorgeous smile and takes his hand in a gentle shake, “I figured I should come over and introduce myself”.

Billie laughs softly. “Even though Sloane here has already apparently introduced me?”

Sloane lets out a laugh, lifting her hands in an innocent gesture when Billie shoots her a look.

“Billie” she replies before letting go of his hand.

“I’m just going to give this to Bec” Sloane says suddenly, Billie and Glen both turning to look at her, “Thanks for the drinks Glen”.

Sloane grins as she grabs two cups, giving Billie a very obvious wink which makes Glen chuckle, both of them watching as she makes her way off into the still dancing crowd.

Glen turns back to Billie, once again momentarily taken aback by her smile, leaning his elbow on the table.

“So” he says, chewing once again on a toothpick as he looks back at the gorgeous girl in front of him.

Billie turns to face him, mirroring his position as she too leans on the table, tilting her head as she looks back at Glen.

She grins. “So”.

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Chapter 1

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tongue-like-a-razor · 6 months

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Brother's Best Friend - Part 9

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

A/N: I just wanted to let y'all know how much your enthusiasm and encouragement means to me. Your support, whether it's in the form of comments, reblogs, or asks, literally inspires me to keep writing and I just wanted to say thank you for your kind words! You guys seriously rock!

Summary: The trials and tribulations of falling for your brother's best friend.

CW: Uhh.. you're gonna love it

WC: ~2500

Part 1 | Masterlist

“What’re you up to tonight?” Jake asks casually, about five minutes after you’ve entered the kitchen.

You glance up from your still steeping tea hesitantly; you haven’t spoken to Jake since the pervious night at the club and you’ve all but resolved never to make eye contact with him again. “Uh,” you begin shakily, the stress of the situation resulting in a minor mental shutdown.

You watch as your brother tries on a third Hawaiian shirt and walks over to the mirror in the front hall to check himself out.

You gulp uneasily, your eyes meeting Jake’s as Bradley leaves the kitchen. “Just studying,” you finish, finally remembering your plans for the evening.

“Studying, huh?” Bradley calls from the foyer. A second later, he reemerges with a smirk on his face. “I know what that means.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and then shoots Jake a knowing grin.

Jake appears, at the very least, unimpressed with Bradley’s insinuation and, quite possibly, even critical of it. He gives him an irked look and proceeds to flip more aggressively through an old National Geographic magazine, one from the stack currently sitting on the living room coffee table. “You look like a douche in that shirt,” Jake grumbles.

Bradley’s eyebrows converge as he stares at his friend with a mixture of shock and disappointment. “Is that true?” he asks, turning to you for support as if you’re there to mediate.

You shrug. “I don’t think the shirt has anything to do with it,” you say.

Jake snorts out a laugh while Bradley’s mouth falls open in outrage. He looks between you and Jake and shakes his head. “That’s how it’s gonna be?”

“Maybe wear a t-shirt,” you suggest. “Borrow one of Jake’s.”

Jake gives you an amused look. “You think I’m just handing out band tees?”

Bradley narrows his eyes. “I feel like I’m missing something.”

“I just finished a load of laundry and I’ve got a Pantera shirt you can wear,” you continue, already smiling in anticipation of Jake’s reaction.

Jake lifts his eyebrows with a grin. “I thought that wasn’t appropriate dating attire. Too many skulls or some shit?”

Bradley places his hands on his hips and tilts his head suspiciously. “I…” he begins. “I have questions,” he concludes, still glancing between you and Jake. His knotted eyebrows indeed confirm just how perplexed he is. “But I’m already late. So, I guess douche shirt’s gonna have to do.” He grabs his jacket off the back of a kitchen chair and heads back out into the hall.

“Have fun!” Jake calls, leaning into the table so that his voice carries through to the front door.

“You sure you don’t want to come?” Bradley calls back. “We’ll be meeting up with her friends later tonight. They’re female.”

You roll your eyes, removing the tea bag from your mug. You look up to see that Jake’s gaze is trained on you.

“I’m good,” Jake calls back, finally breaking eye contact with you. He reverts his attention to the article before him detailing the mating rituals of various species of primates.

“See you tomorrow, then!” Bradley calls, and then the door shuts behind him.

A predictable, but still awkward, silence follows Bradley's departure. You finish preparing your tea while your heart batters relentlessly against your ribcage, daring you to say something – anything – about the previous night’s affairs. Naturally, you ignore this sensible impulse, starting for the staircase mutely after shooting Jake a quick, rigid smile.

Jake’s eyes follow you as you cross the room. “You got a date with ‘study group’ guy?” he asks pointedly, using air quotes to emphasize study group as though your evening is sure to consist of anything but that.

You pause, holding your mug close to your chest. “It’s not a date,” you say, although, at this point, you kind of wish that it were.

Jake raises his eyebrows like your response has only served to reinforce his skepticism. “Why do you even need to study?” he says with a cringe. “You’re already smart.”

You purse your lips to suppress a grin. “Funny,” you comment, continuing toward the stairs.

“I could help,” Jake offers.

You glance at him over your shoulder in surprise. “What?”

Jake closes the magazine and straightens his back. “I could help you study.”

You stare at him, trying to imagine how that might go down. “What do you know about psychology?” you ask, having already decided that, despite his noblest intentions, Jake’s assistance would be absolutely useless.

Jake scoffs. “I don’t need to know anything about it to help you cram for a test. You got flash cards?”

You give him a flat look. “It’s an oral exam.”

The corner of his mouth twitches. “Say what, now?”

You close your eyes and massage your temple irritably. “It’s worth fifty percent of my grade.”

Jake grimaces. “How good are you at oral?”

You let out an indignant cry, wishing you had something in your hands to throw at him other than a ceramic mug full of scalding liquid. “And this is why I’m studying with ‘study group’ guy,” you retort, stomping up the stairs.

“I’m joking!” Jake laughs, getting to his feet. “Come back!”

But you’re already on the second floor and you shut your bedroom door before he can say anything else.

…

Twenty minutes later, you return with your book bag, your empty mug, and a disparaging look on your face as Jake approaches the bottom of the stairs to greet you with a sheepish grin.

“Come on, Baby B,” he says as you set your bag down and glide by him with an eyeroll, heading for the sink. “It was a joke.” He follows you through the kitchen and leans into the counter as you start to wash your mug.

You bite into the inside of your cheek to keep a straight face. It’s not every day that Jake takes responsibility for his actions, and you’re sort of enjoying the groveling. “I’m not mad, I just think you’re an idiot.”

“See? I told you you’re smart,” Jake says.

You sigh, glancing up at him wearily. “Unfortunately, my extensive knowledge of Jake Seresin isn’t going to help me pass my midterm.”

“Shame,” he responds with a slight grin. “’Cause you’d ace that.”

You chuckle. “You think?”

Jake’s smile falters and he leans his back into the refrigerator. His eyes scan your face like he’s searching for something. You wonder if he’s finally going to address the elephant in the room, but he just exhales moodily and drops his gaze. “Well, have fun,” he mumbles to the floor.

You narrow your eyes and let out a somewhat resentful scoff. It’s just like Jake to lead a girl on, and you should have known that – after all, you’re apparently the leading expert on Jake Seresin. “Oh yes,” you say. “Studying’s a blast.”

Jake lifts his eyes solemnly. “Come on, you’re not that naïve.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask, picking your book bag back up.

Jake’s gaze slips briefly to your bare abdomen, framed by the hem of your crop top and the band of your baggy joggers. “This dude only wants one thing,” he says. “And it’s not to help you prepare for midterms.”

You let out a cackle and head out of the kitchen. “Seresin, please!” you exclaim. “Not every guy in the world is a total pig.”

“How many people are you meeting tonight?” he asks, trailing behind you.

You pause at the door before putting on your shoes. “He couldn’t get a hold of anyone else,” you respond innocently, trying not to cringe at the – now that you think about it – ridiculous excuse ‘study group’ guy has given you.

“Right,” Jake mutters, taking the bag off your shoulder when you bend down to put on your sneakers.

You stand back up and your eyes meet his for a moment. He looks like he’s got more to say but you have a feeling he isn’t going to say it. “I can handle myself,” you reassure him.

Jake watches you with a dubious expression. “As long as you know what you’re walking into,” he says.

You laugh, taking a step back to ease some of the tension that’s got your back muscles seizing up. “And even if he does have an ulterior motive – which I seriously doubt – would it really be so terrible?”

Jake doesn’t seem as amused at this prospect as you. “It would be manipulative,” he responds levelly.

You shrug nonchalantly. “I don’t think it’s a big deal.”

He squints slightly and you feel like he’s judging your answer. “I thought you needed to study.”

“I do!” you respond defensively. “And I’m not going with the intention of engaging in any…” you pause, thinking of a way to put what you’re about to say more delicately. “… other activities,” you finish with a minor wince. “But, if an opportunity happens to present itself –”

Jake raises his eyebrows. “An opportunity,” he echoes in the same disapproving tone.

“What, like you’ve never taken advantage of an opportunity.”

Jake juts out his jaw in a sulking manner, pondering over your allegation without disputing it. He looks a fair bit guilty but that may very well be your personal interpretation. Finally, he reaches for the door and opens it resignedly. “Call me if you need me,” he says.

You sigh, standing in front of the open door. “You don’t have any plans?” you ask, almost cautiously because you probably don’t want to know the answer.

Jake purses his lips and shakes his head.

This gives you pause, but you try not to let the defeated look on his face sway you. You aren’t sure what he stands to gain from this particular transaction, but you doubt his motive for offering to help is entirely altruistic.

Perhaps he’s gunning for a clean slate. Trying to be a friend. Trying to eclipse recent, reprehensible behavior with an act of goodwill. Maybe he’s worried that you’re mad, or that he might lose you.

The fact of the matter is, you could speculate till the cows come home, but you won’t know unless you ask. So, in a move not even you could have predicted, you do just that. “Why would you even want to waste your evening studying?” you probe.

Jake tilts his head to the side and squints his eyes at you in confusion. “Just tryin’ to help,” he responds.

You look down at your feet uncomfortably and shrug, but continue prodding, nonetheless. “I mean, you could be out with my brother.” What you really want to say is that he could be hooking up with a new chick within the hour if he feels like it; it wouldn’t even be a challenge.

“Didn’t wanna crash his date.”

You glance up at him sharply, wondering if that is, indeed, the only reason he chose to stay behind. His eyes slide slowly over your face as though he’s trying to guess what you’re going to say next. You gulp uneasily; being scrutinized by the guy of your dreams is hardly an enjoyable pastime. At the same time, it’s wildly thrilling to have his undivided attention. “No other reason?” you ask with a slight break in your voice, your throat decidedly too dry to pose any further questions.

Jake glances pointedly at the open door he's still holding and then back at you. He doesn’t respond, nor does he inquire why you’ve still not left. Instead, he starts to slowly close the door, his eyes boring into yours so intently you think the weight of his gaze might vaporize you.

You feel a warmth wash over you – no; a heat. It’s a distressingly abrupt sensation, like you’ve been shoved into an oven set to broil. But it’s nothing new. You’ve experienced this kind of nauseating high before and you’re just as unamused with this bodily reaction now as you’ve been in the past.

Jake stands very still, his back to the door he’s just shut, stalling. And despite the very persistent voice in the back of your head telling you he can’t possibly be interested in pursuing anything remotely romantic with his best friend’s little sister, the hesitation on his face is telling quite a different tale. Jake is torn.

You can relate. You’ve been simultaneously longing for and avoiding direct contact with him for ages. “You, uh” – you take a shallow breath and nervously lick your lips. “You think I’ll get more studying done if I stay?” you ask faintly.

Jake watches you carefully, as though he’s giving himself a minute to consider your question. He takes a step toward you, lowering his face to maintain eye contact. And, while his expression remains mostly impassive, you swear that you notice a brief flicker of exhilaration pass over his features right before he says, “I can’t promise that.”

You stare at him, frozen in place as he takes your chin in his hand and lifts it ever so slightly, as if he knows that you’re in no condition to elevate it on your own. Then, just as you’re about to say something completely irrelevant to fill the silence, Jake’s lips pass softly over yours.

And that’s when you come entirely apart. Your book bag crashes to the floor as your arm drops limply at your side. Your legs vibrate feebly, fighting to keep you standing. But you ignore the – indeed concerning – widespread weakness sweeping through your body. Because the only matter worth attending to is Jake’s hand as it slides purposely down to your throat, his thumb curling around as though he means to choke you.

Admittedly, you’d let him.

But his fingers don’t commit to a firm grasp by any means, instead, they glide up and down, intermittently applying a gentle pressure to your neck as his tongue curves boldly into your open mouth.

Jake Seresin is kissing you.

In a way that no one’s ever kissed you before. In a way that rattles you. Because it’s hungry and unreserved. Because it’s dangerously intimate. Because it’s Jake Seresin.

He’s kissing you like he already knows just how you like to be kissed. Or… the way you like to be kissed just happens to be the way he kisses. He’s had plenty of practice, after all.

Whatever the case may be, there’s a fire at the tip of every one of his fingers, and it follows the length of your collarbone in their wake. There’s a spark in the friction of every touch, at every point of contact.

It’s in the sweet burn of your bottom lip when he catches it between his teeth. It’s in the way he nudges your face with the tip of his nose in between kisses. It’s in his eyes when he finally releases your lips and meets your gaze; it’s in the silence.

You swallow, looking up at him anxiously, unsure how it’s even possible that you’re still standing. Jake is watching you with an unsettling blend of affection and alarm. He sighs finally and tugs on your elbow, pulling you in to rest his forehead over yours. “Fuck,” he mutters, closing his eyes and releasing a heavy – and noticeably unsteady – breath. “Your brother’s gonna kill me.”

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Christmas Through The Years - Part One

The Start

‘Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female!reader’

Huge thanks to @fandomxpreferences for taking the time to read this over before I posted it!! <3

Approx. 1.6k words

Warnings: none, it’s all fluff. I’m a hopeless romantic I couldn’t help it !!

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Meeting Jake Seresin came so unexpectedly but it’s not something I’d change for the world. When we met it was at the Hard Deck, I had been dragged out by some friends for a girl’ night. As we got to the bar, I told the group I’d get the first round despite the reluctance to actually go out. Regardless it was why I found myself at the bar waiting to put my order through for drinks. He came over to get a refill and right as our eyes met, there was just an instant connection that neither of us could really explain, we just knew we wanted to see where it could take us. Him being his usual flirty self, turned his body and after we got past the flirty introductions and pick up lines from Jake, we kept the conversation going. We didn't even realize that we both had our drinks, and exchanged numbers. By the end of the night I had two 2 messages from an unknown number

“Hey. It’s Jake”

“Send me your address, Im taking you on a date tomorrow. Dress comfy!”

Fast forward a couple of weeks, now into December and it was going great with Jake. We went on a couple more dates, got to know each other better, and had a couple lazy days together when our schedules were in sync. Overall, everything was going in the right direction.

To anyone else it would look as if we were a committed couple and even to us it felt that way. However we still hadn't had the talk of ‘what we were’ and so doubts about whether this was real lingered in the back of my mind. Last Friday I found myself sitting at home, ordering some last minute gifts for my family when there was a knock on my door. I put my laptop down and got up from my spot in the corner of my living room to walk toward the door. I opened it and saw Jake there.

“Hi, I thought you didn't finish work till later?” I ask as I step aside to let him in. “Mav let us leave earlier because its Friday. Plus I think he had plans of his own to get to.” he chuckled as he took his boots off. He turned to me, took a few steps forward and wrapped his arms around my waist before leaning down and giving my lips a sweet kiss that brought a smile to my face. “Well I am thankful for Mav and his Friday plans.” I tell him as we pull away and Jake chuckles.

I take his hand to lead him back to my spot on my couch and we sit down next to each other, getting comfy. “Did you have a good day?” he asked as I scooted closer, putting my legs over his lap as he put his arm across the back of the couch “Yeah, I went to the gym this morning, picked up some groceries while I was out, then came home and cleaned up a bit. I just now finished my Christmas shopping.” I told him, smiling as he listened to me ramble on.

That was one thing about Jake Seresin. Although he had a hard time keeping his mouth shut with everyone else, when it came to you, he could listen to your voice all day and never get tired of it. “Sounds like quite the productive day” he responded playing with a stray hair that had fallen from my messy bun. “I wanted to ask you something actually now that you bring up Christmas. Would you be interested in coming to a Christmas party Mav and Penny are having at the Hard Deck?” he offers with a certain glee in his eyes.

“Of course, I would love to! When is it?” I ask. “It’s December 23rd. So next Thursday.'' he answers my question, unable to hide the grin on his face knowing he’ll get to introduce his girl to everyone. “Sounds good, can't wait!” I told him, genuinely excited.

The rest of the night was spent talking about the holidays, sharing stories on how we spent the holidays growing up, and what our favourite traditions were. We continued the Christmas conversation as we made dinner together, laughing with one another at certain points in our stories and then ended the night cuddling on the couch watching Home Alone.

The week seemed to fly by and now I’m standing in front of my mirror observing the finished look for the Christmas party. I had gone out the day prior and bought the outfit I was wearing. I paired black leather pants that stopped right before my ankles with simple black heels and a dark red long sleeve bodysuit that showed off my shoulders. It contrasted perfectly with the gold jewelry I chose.

As I was touching up my lipgloss, there was a knock at my door indicating Jake was here. I opened the door and took a second to admire the man standing in front of me. He was wearing black dress pants and a deep maroon button up with the first couple buttons undone. His hair was still visibly wet from the shower he had taken and he opted out of styling it with his usual hair gel. It made him look even better than he normally did, which I didn't think was possible.

“You like what you see?” he smirked, pulling me out of checking him out. I just blushed in response and turned to get my jacket while he chuckled. He loved making me blush.

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Jake was a gentleman through and through. When we arrived at the Hard Deck, he put the car in park and opened the door for me like usual. “Thank you.” I smiled as he shut the door. “Anything for my girl.” He winked while offering his arm and we walked to the entrance of the Hard Deck.

Once inside I saw the decorations Penny had put up and smiled. There was a tree in the corner and everything looked so beautiful. Jake led us towards the dagger squad who were all dressed just as nice as you and Jake were.

“Ayyye! Hangman joins us.” Coyote said once we were close, and Jake just chuckled at his friend. “Hangman, who's the pretty lady on your arm?” Rooster asked with a smirk. He was already 2 drinks in so his usual flirtiness was turned up a few notches

“Back off Bradshaw, she's here with me.” Jake said slightly possessive but not meaning anything rude by it. Rooster just put his hands up and chuckled. Jake introduced me to the rest of the group, and everyone took a liking to me almost immediately.

Throughout the night I got separated from Jake but I didn't mind, settling into a conversation with Natasha. She’s grateful not to be the only girl in the group anymore.“So how long have you and Hang-” she started but then stopped herself. “Jake, I mean. How long have you and Jake been dating?” she finished her question, and I made a face while chuckling.

“Well we aren't official yet.” I told her, taking a sip of the drink Jake had gotten me earlier. “Wait seriously?” she questioned, shocked you guys weren't official. “I’ve never seen him so head over heels before. There’s no way you're not his girlfriend.” she continued and I just shrugged.

“I mean I want us to be official, but I also don't know how to bring it up to him.” I shared with the fellow female, hoping for some guidance. “I would say just be upfront with him and ask him.” she advised. Before I could reply to her, Jake came over. “Sorry Phoenix, but I’m stealing my girl back.” he told her as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and walked me to the other side of the room.

He stopped right in the hallway that led to the washrooms. “Is everything okay?” I had to ask, and he just smirked while darting his eyes above the two of us. I followed his eyes, and of course there was mistletoe hanging. I looked back at Jake and he was already looking at me.

I knew I had to ask him now or else I never would, which wasn't an option. As Jake started leaning in, I put a hand on his chest to stop him. “Jake, wait” I said, seeing the confusion in his eyes before continuing.

“I know this is about to sound extremely middle school-like but I have to ask you. What are we?” I asked, looking at him, and he still seemed confused by my question “I mean, are we boyfriend and girlfriend?” I asked more directly. He chuckled in response and now it was my turn to be confused.

“Babe what did you think we'd been doing this whole time if we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend?” he asked as he pulled me a bit closer. “I know we never said it officially, but I thought it was just an unspoken thing.” he told me smiling.

I didn’t know what to say to that and as I tried to think of something to say, he continued speaking. “I'm sorry I just assumed, I should've asked you earlier.” He apologizes. “ Will you officially be my girlfriend?” he asked, looking at me with pure adoration as he moved a strand of hair behind my ear.

I looked in his eyes and knew he was being sincere when he asked. Afraid to speak, I just nodded as a small smile made its way to my face. He smiled and leaned down, this time not being stopped by my hand and we shared our first “official” kiss as boyfriend and girlfriend under the mistletoe.

“You know I’ve never been kissed under the mistletoe before now” I told him as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Jake just smiled and leant down to kiss me again. This was something he could get used to doing.

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Okay this is my first ever published piece of writing for a fictional character which is why I really hope this is good so please leave any comments you have!! I’m excited to share this series with everyone and will definitely work quickly to get the others out !!

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We Used To Be In Love (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part two

I know it’s late but I want to post this already soooo hi

This series is quickly becoming another favorite of mine😭 I listened to “From Austin” by Zach Bryan basically on repeat while I wrote this one. Don’t you dare listen to it and imagine it from 18-year-old!Hangman’s POV (do it, it’s so sad)

Warnings: angst angst angst

WC: 3.3k

After dropping Amelia and Belle off at school, you run some errands before deciding to head into The Hard Deck to do a little bit of cleaning. Penny told you not to open the bar while she’s gone, to give yourself a vacation, too, but you need something to do.

When you pull into the parking lot, Jake is already there.

It takes everything in you not to turn around and leave.

“What are you doing here?” you ask. Maybe it’s a little harsh, but you genuinely want to know.

“I wasn’t thinking about Penny closing the bar while she’s gone with Maverick,” Jake explains. “What are you doing here?”

He says it in the same tone, which you deserve, you guess. “Cleaning. Kind of. Penny told me not to come in, but I’m bored.”

“Can I help with anything?”

There’s the old Jake you used to know. “Sure,” you decide to take him up on his offer. “You can mop.”

You expect a snide remark, but instead, he shrugs and says, “Just show me where everything is.”

You hate mopping, so you’re not about to turn him down. “Alright. Follow me.”

Jake, surprisingly, keeps his distance while you unlock the door and head inside, showing him the supply closet in the back room. He never was good about personal space, but back then, you never minded. You wanted him in your personal space.

“We have one of these fancy ones,” you say, handing him the Swiffer whatever-it’s-called. “Penny hates the old mops with a passion.”

“Can’t say that I blame her,” Jake replies.

“Oh right,” you laugh, remembering the story he once told you. He was doing chores in the ROTC wing and the bucket kept falling over, spilling the dirty water everywhere. It didn’t matter that it was his second mop of the floor, he had to start over from the beginning. Each time it spilled. Which was four times. “You were fuming that night.”

“I was livid,” he remembers, laughing with you. “Remember I showed up at your house?”

“At ten p.m.! My dad nearly shot you!”

“I just laid down on the front porch, I didn’t care.”

“I remember,” you chuckle. “He knocked on my door and told me to fix you. I don’t know what he thought was wrong, but he didn’t want to know.”

“I looked like death.”

“I remember!” you laugh harder, forgetting that detail.

“You poked me with a stick!”

“You weren’t moving!”

The two of you can’t keep yourselves from laughing, no matter how hard your stomachs and faces hurt from it. It’s refreshing. And you hate the way that reality comes wading back in, ruining the moment.

“Well,” you pause awkwardly. “At least there’s no bucket to turn over this time.”

“Yeah,” he says, grabbing the mop. “At least there’s that.”

You head back out to the main area to unload the dishwasher and reload it with the leftover dirty glasses from yesterday. You make sure to check for chips and dry all of the water droplets before putting them away.

Jake begins mopping, taking some time to figure out how the hell to work the Swiffer. He jumps when he presses a button and water sprays out from the front of the mop. You snicker quietly to yourself, not looking up, but you know he heard you.

“Do you want something to drink?”

He glances over his shoulder at the clock on the wall. “It’s a little early for that, ain’t it?”

“I meant water. Or coke,” you laugh. “Though, I’ve started drinking earlier than this before.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely not,” you deadpan. “There’s no time for drinking with a kid running around.”

“Ah,” he nods. “Right.”

Once again, reality just…makes things worse.

“I’ll take a coke,” he finally says. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you murmur, pouring a glass for the both of you. “The uh-- The Jukebox works if you want to play something. I made Penny put some country albums in there.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he says, making a beeline for the box. “I never really checked it out while we were here.”

“Now I find that hard to believe.”

“Rooster was always on the piano,” he shrugs. “Or someone already had something playing here. Mostly rock. George Strait! I--”

He freezes, and you do too.

Every couple has an artist, or a song, and George Strait was yours and Jake’s. It’s what you both grew up listening to, and what you slow danced to every chance you had. What you blasted in the car on every drive, whether it be to school, prom, the Navy ball, or even just to get food. George was the soundtrack to your relationship. Even after it ended.

He turns around, frowning regretfully.

“It’s fine,” you say, even though it’s not.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“I know, Jake, you’ve said that many times already.”

“Do you still listen to George?”

“Sometimes,” you admit. “But I had Penny put him in there because everyone knows him. Don’t get any ideas.”

“I’m not, I just--” He pauses, shifting the mop from one hand to the other. “I listened to our song almost every day.”

Our song. He means “Carrying Your Love With Me” which you used to find endearing, but now it just makes you mad.

“Well it was a lie, wasn’t it? So.”

He’s silent.

“Can you just finish mopping?” you ask, but it comes out as a demand. “I need to head out soon to run more errands before I get the girls from school.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says, forgetting the jukebox and his glass of coke entirely.

The two of you work in silence, and once he’s done mopping, he puts the mop away, and leaves.

You lean over the bar and rest your forehead against the counter, taking deep breaths. You can’t let him rattle you like this. You can’t let your daughter see you this way, especially not while she has her best friend over. These are supposed to be two weeks of endless fun for her and Amelia.

But you’ll have to ruin the fun at some point, won’t you? Jake will want to meet Belle -- officially meet her. And he’ll want to tell her the truth. He’ll want her to know that he’s her dad. You want her to know, you think. In truth, you haven’t thought about it much.

Raising a teenager into today’s world is slightly easier in that it isn’t hard to explain non-traditional parenting. It was easy to explain why Jake wasn’t in the picture. “Some kids have a mom and a dad, some have two moms, some have two dads, some have one dad, and some, like you, have just one mom.”

Belle didn’t question it. You had worked yourself up over the conversation, and she merely shrugged her shoulders and said, “Okay.” And that was that. She never brought him up again. She went around telling people, “Oh, I just have a mom.”

Of course, then some adults asked if you had a sperm donor or something, but Belle has never been that curious. (Or rude, because god, it’s no one’s business but yours.)

She has grown up accepting and being content with having one mom. You don’t know how badly the truth will throw a wrench in things.

Will she be angry with you? For keeping her father from her? Or will she shrug and accept it again? Or will she be angry with Jake? Will she want nothing to do with him? Or will she accept him with open arms and you’ll have no choice but to welcome him wholly back into your life?

Or, perhaps even more terrifying, are you ready to admit that you want him to be back in your life?

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You don’t see or hear from Jake for two days. Foolishly, you let yourself believe he must be back in Texas by now, maybe getting another earful from his mom. God forbid your dad finds out that Jake knows now. He’s been waiting for Jake to know so he could give him more than an earful about breaking your heart and putting you in this situation.

Rooster shows up unannounced at your house, and the only reason you know he’s there is because he comes in the house with Belle and Amelia over each shoulder like two sacks of potatoes.

“Mom!” Belle screams, but she’s giggling. “Rooster’s here!”

“I see that,” you laugh, walking out of the kitchen to greet them in the living room. “Really, Brad?”

“What?�� he grins. “They jumped on me.”

“Girls,” you shake your head. “I’m glad you’re strong enough to hold them.”

“This is nothing,” Rooster says. “Look, I can even jump--”

“Okay, okay,” you stop him, eyeing the very fragile things all around him. “Outside. Put them down if you’re going to be in here.”

“Fine, mom,” Rooster teases, bending down to set the girls down on their feet.

Bad mistake, though, because then Belle and Amelia take it upon themselves to tickle him relentlessly before he has any chance to stop them.

“Hey-- Hey! Not fair!” He darts outside and the girls take off after him, across the front lawn and to the backyard.

They’re already a handful, but with Rooster around, he just encourages them. You love it, though. You love seeing the joy on their faces.

Soon, they come back inside, Belle and Amelia panting like they’ve just ran a marathon. As the girls guzzle some water, Rooster leans against the counter, not even winded.

“What are you doing for dinner?” he asks.

You give him a weird look. “No plans yet…why?” You put your hands on your hips. “What do you want?”

“A few of us were getting together for dinner,” he shrugs. “Thought I’d extend the invitation.”

“Hm,” you nod slowly. “Who is ‘us’?”

“Hangman, Phoenix, me,” Rooster says, ticking off each name on his fingers before gesturing around the kitchen. “And you guys, if you want.”

“Where are we eating?” Amelia asks.

“We were thinking pizza,” Bradley says.

And just like that, you have lost the argument. Teenagers and pizza: there’s no separating them.

“Alright, go get ready, then,” you cave, unable to stop smiling when the girls cheer. “The sooner you get cleaned up, the sooner we can go.”

“Do we have time to do our makeup?” Belle asks.

“Of course,” you nod. “We don’t have time for a whole concert, though.”

The girls groan, but they know you’re right. Belle had to learn it from somewhere. She grew up watching you take forever to get ready because you played music and made a whole concert out of it. She started doing the same last year when she asked for some makeup.

Once they’re upstairs, you hear the shower turning on.

Rooster hears, too, and chuckles. “It’ll be a while, huh?”

“Probably,” you reply. “At least an hour.”

“That’s fine with me,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest. “So.”

You raise an eyebrow. “So?”

“What’s the story with you and Hangman?”

You shrug your shoulders, trying to appear nonchalant as you go back to cleaning up the kitchen. You left a mess in here after breakfast and only just now have gotten around to cleaning up. “We grew up in Austin together. That’s the story.”

“Oh, come on.”

“What?”

“There was too much,” he gestures toward you in big circles, “going on for that to be it.”

You laugh, maybe at his gesture, or maybe from how awkward this is. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“The rest of the story,” he presses. “Did you two date?”

“Maybe.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere.”

“Brad. It’s nothing.” You spin around, shrugging again, wanting this conversation to die. “We dated. He broke up with me. That’s it. That’s the story.”

“He broke up with you?” Rooster asks, his face an expression of utter disbelief.

“Yeah?”

“Wow. He’s an idiot.”

“Thanks,” you snort. “But I knew that already.”

“Wait, so,” Rooster continues, and you see it as it happens. You see him connect the dots, and all you can do is watch in horror as it dawns on him. Realization washes over his face. His eyes widen. Then narrow. Then soften. “Wait,” he whispers.

“Yep,” you reply. You don’t even need to ask.

“Really?” he says, keeping his voice quiet. “Does he know?”

“Yeah,” you nod, taking a deep breath. “He found out at the party.”

“Oh, shit,” Rooster pushes himself off the counter. “So that’s what’s been wrong with him.”

“What?” you question, defensiveness already creeping into your bones. “What’s been wrong with him?”

“He’s just been…off,” Rooster says. “I figured he must’ve been dealing with something, but this?”

“It was his decision to leave me right before he went to basic,” you snap, not meaning to, and regretting it when you see Rooster straighten up. “Sorry. It-- He and I have talked about it already. I guess I just didn’t expect him to…show his feelings about this, I guess.”

“Damn,” Rooster laughs loudly. “He hasn’t changed much since high school, has he?”

“He’s changed a lot more than you know,” you murmur. And then, because curiosity gets the best of you, you ask, “Has he said anything to you?”

“About what?” Rooster asks. “About you? Oh, yeah. He said you two had a past.”

“Gotcha,” you nod. And that combined with the party just set Rooster’s curious nature on fire, so he had to come poking around here for answers from you.

“How awkward is dinner going to be?” Rooster grimaces. “I knew-- Okay, maybe I invited you for a reason and that reason was to see if he might cheer up or something, but with Belle too?”

“Oh, they’ll want their own table,” you wave his worry away, and yours -- hopefully. “They do every time.”

“Teenagers, man,” Rooster laughs. “Never thought I’d see the day I wasn’t cool enough for them.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Hey, since you’re here, put this up for me so I don’t have to climb on the counter.”

+++

When you walk into the pizza joint, Amelia and Belle immediately go to find their own table. Within eyesight of where you’re sitting, of course, because that’s the rule, but still separate from you.

They end up in a booth against the opposite wall of the restaurant. Out of earshot, naturally, because teenagers like their privacy. It used to bug you, but tonight you couldn’t be more grateful.

Hangman and Phoenix are already there, sitting next to one another, both in casual clothes. The green jealousy monster rears her ugly head within you, but you quickly quiet it down. This isn’t high school. And Jake isn’t yours anymore.

You sit next to Rooster, directly across from Jake. The two of you share an awkward smile.

The silence is almost just as bad until Phoenix (bless her) saves the day.

“Rooster didn’t tell us you were coming, but I’m glad you did,” she smiles. And for a moment, you want to murder Rooster. “I feel like we never really got to share embarrassing stories about Hangman.”

“I don’t have embarrassing stories,” Jake retorts.

You scoff. “Like hell you don’t.”

“She has the same southern drawl,” Phoenix says, shoving Hangman’s shoulder.

“His used to be worse than it is,” you chuckle, remembering high school Jake. Born and raised in Austin, he talked like a true Texan. He’s been gone and elsewhere for so long now that his accent has mostly dissipated, but you still hear it.

“Worse?” Phoenix says incredulously.

“Hey,” Jake interjects, feigning hurt. “I happen to love my southern drawl.”

“Where’d it go, then?” you quip, not intending to sound as combative as you do.

“Mom asks me that every time I talk to her,” Jake replies quietly, holding eye contact with you. “She says it’s a sign I need to come home.”

You hum. “I’d listen to her if I were you.”

If there’s one thing that has always been unwaveringly true about Jake Seresin, it’s that he is a momma’s boy, through and through. He listens to her every word. Your comment strikes a chord deep within him, and you’re well aware.

Before the conversation can veer toward anything else painfully awkward, the waitress comes over to take your orders.

After ordering for your table, you let the waitress know that you’re getting Amelia and Belle’s bill, too.

“Oh, also, I’m paying for the two teenagers over there,” you point to the girls. “I’m the mom.”

The waitress nods. “Gotcha. Do you know what they want?”

“They change their minds,” you smile. “And they’ll feel better if you let them order.”

“Ah, I see,” the waitress understands. “I’ll get these put in.”

“Thanks,” you say, and Rooster echoes you, eyeing the waitress a little too hard. You raise an eyebrow at him after she’s walked away. “Are your eyes stuck?”

He shifts his gaze toward you, sheepish. “What?”

“Nothin’,” you laugh. “You want me to ask her out for you?”

Rooster fake-laughs, his cheeks turning red. “Real funny.”

“You love me.”

“I hate you.”

“Same thing,” you shrug, grabbing your glass of water to take a sip. Your eyes meet Jake’s and he’s staring hard. “Are your eyes stuck too?”

Jake shakes his head slowly, but holds eye contact. “Nope.”

You decide to change subjects before this can get any worse. “So, Phoenix, what’s it like having to deal with these two all the time?”

She laughs. “It’s a pain.”

Both Rooster and Hangman make faces and look at Phoenix.

“But it’s been great,” she adds. “We’re like siblings now.”

“I know that feel,” you chuckle. “Rooster is the little brother I never knew I wanted.”

Rooster snorts. “Little brother. I’m older.”

“By one year.”

“Exactly.”

“So? Fuck off.”

“See what I deal with?” Rooster asks.

“I have to deal with you terrorizing Belle and Amelia, so arguably, I put up with worse,” you retort. “You almost broke a vase earlier.”

“You say that every time.”

“Because it happens every time.”

Phoenix laughs as she listens to the two of you bickering like children. Jake, on the other hand, looks ready to kill Rooster. You’ve just said Rooster is like a brother to you, though, so you don’t know what Jake’s problem is.

Regardless, you’re not Jake’s anymore. He doesn’t get to be jealous, whether it’s justified or not. That ship sailed a long time ago.

The waitress comes by with refills and Rooster gets over himself, beginning to flirt with her, and she’s loving every second of it. You and Phoenix share a few looks as he continues his sweet talk.

Before anyone can razz him about his flirting, Belle and Amelia come up to your table looking for quarters.

“Shit, guys, I totally forgot,” you mutter. You always forget this place has an arcade. “Anyone have any quarters?” you ask the table, hoping someone will.

Rooster pulls a nickel out of his pocket and you snort. Phoenix doesn’t have any change on her, and Hangman is digging through his wallet.

“There’s a machine back there for cash,” he says, handing Belle and Amelia each a $5 bill. “That should be enough.”

You open your mouth to protest because that’s more than enough and he did not have to do that, but the girls are already running off.

Jake quietly folds his wallet and shoves it in his back pocket.

“Thank you,” you murmur. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shakes his head, smiling. “It’s not a problem. I know how gut wrenching it is to not have anything for the arcade.”

That brings another sweet memory to mind, when Jake spent all night in the arcade trying to get you a ring. You had said it looked cute, and Jake made it his mission to win it for you.

He seems to be remembering that night, too, because he has that same look in his eyes. But neither of you say anything. You don’t need to.

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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

Taglist: @abaker74 @ebonyhogan24 @shanimallina87 @starkleila @kurtkunkle17

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Ex in the flesh | Pre-Marvel Phase 1

Uncle-Nephew: Jason Underwood & Tony Stark

Ex-romantic pairing: Jason Underwood x Sophia Trace

Summary: There are some faces you don’t expect to run into, in the middle of the day and sometimes it’s a feels a odd memory loss in the water.

Timeline: Pre-Iron Man (2008)

Character mentioned: Godson Rei Stark, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Maria Stark, Peggy Carter, Maria Winter and etc.

Note: Jason’s alias here is Thomas Logan Mitchell

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It was early one afternoon when it happened. Their home in Malibu staying high on the rise as the windows were open bringing in the cold September breeze. Tony was in his lab as always tinkering with his toys as Pepper was given the afternoon to do some stuff for herself.

She definitely deserved it.

The household was mess. Goodness gracious how did they like that happen? Well that answer was the little menace, aka Anakin Skywalker Jr, Rei Stark. He was only 6 years old. But he was a little cocky dramatic tornado of a child.

The boy had so much energy it bewildered anyone who walked by him. He acted like he owned the whole house, technically he did due to it being his property one day, but that’s not the point—he didn’t care to do much. Always sending a tiny glare and a real cheeky grin to whoever he sees unfit to be in his area. He can could sense either a person’s attitude and godly annoyance from a mile away.

Thankfully he had people who he actually liked in his life, so it easier to find a comfortable ground with the kid.

Jason was in the kitchen sipping a glass of water and trying to figure out what to make for lunch.

He was thinking fries and chicken nuggets would work for his godson. Until he realized they were out of animal chicken nuggets and Rei favored those one than the normal nuggets. He couldn’t blame him, he liked those one too.

“Bubba?” Jason called out, hoping he would take the normal ones today, “Come here for a second!”

The pitter patter of sandals can be heard, the brunette came to stop and yelled in return, “What?!”

“You want chicken nuggets for lunch?”

“Yes. With fries. Extra crispy fries!”

“Haha. I got good news and bad news for ya, bubba. We’re all out of the animal nuggets.”

“Noooo! I want the animals ones.”

“We don’t have them, bubba.”

“Please. Just go to the store, pops!”

“Rei. It’s late and it seems like Pepper forgot to buy them.”

“No it’s not. It’s early. Mommy says the store is not far away.”

“Fine. We will go the store.”

“WE?! I don’t want to go papa..”

“Yes, we. Now come on, I’ll let you get a toy from vending machine and—”

The second those words hit Rei’s ears he went racing to the front door to remove his sandals and change into his street clothes until he realized he needed some help with his jacket. His godfather rolled his eyes, fixing the kid’s jean jacket and tied his shoelaces correctly. He told JARVIS to let Tony know they’re heading out before he left with the boy.

————

He let Rei choose which color car they would ride in. Black one with the gold accent seemed to be his favorite. Jason rolled his eyes and nodded as he strapped him into his car seat. One the way to the store, they played some more. A mix of pop, hip hop and rock.

In resulted into a jamming session on they’re way there.

It had Jason smile seeing Rei enjoying himself. He tends to forget about the fact that he’s just a kid sometimes due to how smart he tends to be and cleverness he holds onto. He sometimes fights with Tony to share more time with his son and let him just be a kid, reminding how on he single-handedly help Maria raise his nephew more often than not.

And he’s glad he wins that argument. Because the more time Tony spends with Rei the better.

Rei Stark may be a little distant from other kids, wanting to play alone at times but when he’s in his element—which is building things and just be a creative kid in general—he shines like a diamond. It’s incredible to witness how his mind tinkers in ways, he doesn’t even understand.

Once they reached the store, it was a different type of thing.

The aisles were nicely decorated with eye catching items from cereal to pretzels. Along with the section of fruits was nearby the pastries.

He first let Rei explore. Let his sweet tooth get a look at the delicious offer and his favorite fruits. He got to pick out some to take home. It was good, he seemed like he was enjoying himself. He told his godson to stay close meanwhile he looked at the cereal options before they grabbed the animal chicken nuggets.

But Jason should’ve known better because the second he turned his face to reach for Captain Crunch cereal, Rei scurried off to other end of the aisle to find god knows what! His eyesight zipped through the hall looking for him until he heard it.

“You’re not the boss of me lady!”

Yup. There he was at the corner of the aisle holding up bag of tootsies rolls and sending a tiny glare to the women, who was trying to reason with him. It sounded like the women was asking where the heck his parents were. Jason slide down, placing a hand on the kid’s brown fluffy hair and racing his fingers crossed to calm him softly.

“Bubba, why did you leave me standing?” He asked, looking down at him.

“I saw one lady holding a bag of tootsies rolls and I wanted one.” Rei told him like it was obvious.

“You had to ask me first before going off into the store.”

“I wasn’t that far!”

“You left me hanging bud.”

Then the women spoke with a smile and light scoff, “Hanging, huh? Sounds about right. No offense but the kid was just messing around.”

“Look sweetie, thank you for standing here and wondering about his parents. I can it from here.” Jason replies, raising his head to finally registering the woman but stopped surely.

Both adults stood there quickly examining one another faces in the store lights. The bright warm lights brought up every the women’s face. From her deem eyes to makeup nice reaching her lips. Her bouncing pushed back curls were set in place by a low ponytail as she held close a worn out bomber jacket that hung over a burgundy shirt.

Out of the people he would’ve expected to see today. She wasn’t one of them. He would’ve loved to be caught up in the aisles by an old friend or that lovely short lived ex girlfriend from years ago.

But not her! Anyone but the blind date he agreed on going to get out of the house and stop the protests from the ladies in his life to actually have a social life. It was one date or something like that, in which he cut short rather quickly.

Nonetheless here stood that ex-something of his.

And honestly he sorta regretted it. He was a jerk and he knows it.

“Wow, didn’t expect to see you here today.” Said the brunette with a small smile, decided to stay civil.

“Yeah well, it was an emergency to stock up on food.” Jason replied with a nod, a tiny smile curled his face.

“I can see that, nothing to worry about. You look…good.”

“I am good, Trace. Real good.”

Rei watched both adults thinking, he recognized her voice from a phone call and spoke up, “Wait who are you? You uh sound familiar.”

“I’m Sophia. An..old friend of your pal here—” He replied with a smile looking down at the kid, finding calmer down.

“He’s not my pal. He’s my pops, lady.”

“Pops?”

“Duhhh!”

Sophie paused trying to register what she heard thinking, ‘Mitchell has a kid?! He moved on fast!’ and sighed. The boy looked nothing like him, but the glint of wanting to be somewhere else like at home and not in public, was absolutely similar to the man. Other than that, he looked more like he possibly resembled the mother than him.

Strong enough genes.

“He’s your pops? Wow Mitchell, uh congrats.” Sophie said with a smile, feeling a little bitter wishing it wasn’t his son.

“Relax, Trace!” Jason repiled noticing the story on her face as he picked up Rei deciding to fix his glasses and teased, “I’m not with the mother. So you still have another shot with this.”

“You’re hilarious. That train left the station. It’s fine, you look content and that’s actually kinda cute.”

“What? Life a little miserable once I left?”

“If I’m correct, you didn’t exactly return my calls. And no, it’s not miserable. I’m better off without looking for a someone else.”

“Aww, you’ve got a lot better things to do than worry about me, i bet..”

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t be so bad either.”

The way Jason and Sophie smiled at that last comment, a hint of blush carried onto both cheeks.

Rei joked in his signature tone, “Aw, a compliment and a smile. Can we go please?”

“Yeah, Bubba. You wanna go grab the cart for me?” He asked, with a little smile only for him.

The boy simply nodded as he was put down, scurrying away toward the shopping cart not without sending another glare to the women. Once both of them were sure the kid was gone, they dropped the awkward moments to send a gentle glares deeply to one another.

Almost concerned glares if you asked anyone who can sense the unfinished tension between them.

“Where the heck have you been?” Sophie asked, leaning in with light smirk attached to her glare.

“Oh please. Last time I check sweetheart, you’re didn’t even come straight to me for answers.” Jason added with a match look.

“Really? That’s your play? You’re the one leaves behind a trail off unwanted promises for a date! I called, I texted and asked around. Nothing.”

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe we weren’t even able to get anywhere, with our whatever we had? You were way out of my league in the first place and sat high on your little cloud that you needed to be brought down a peg.”

“Ohhh funny you say that, cause you needed a little push to realized your not the most interesting man in the room or did you forget that? Our first date, you decided to take it as a favor for a friend but afterwards you liked it! You liked it a lot!”

“I did not! I was being nice, a gentleman with you because you seemed pretty alright in my books.”

“Pretty alright?”

“Yeah you’re half bad.”

“So you liked it?”

“I would say I didn’t hate it.”

Both grinned at that last comment, as a smirked laced their faces. They found each other rather attractive after everything.

The real reason, Jason didn’t follow up on that date was because he felt stupid, insecure and didn’t want to let himself be heartbroken again after so many times. He was just defending himself with an act.

That he cut it off too early but he also knew it wasn’t gonna last in the first place.

He was a complete idiot, a jerk and terrified of starting something new. Especially with the life he lives and the things he had done, he feels like he doesn’t deserve it. None of it.

It was a gut wrenching guilt he carried that made him feel that way, like it’s better to be alone sometimes.

Most importantly he didn’t want to bring anyone into this life either. But he should’ve gone about it a different way than he did, he regretted how he ended it. He wants a second chance.

A small push.

“You left sorta me hanging around for a bit afterward. It actually bothered me.” She admitted with a sigh, dropping the act.

He sighed and nodded, “And you left me questioning, you know that? Uh look, I’m not good at this..”

“Yeah well me either, I got busy. Real busy with my classes and students.”

“I can tell. The eye bags underneath your eyes. You should rest, I mean it.”

“I know I should rest..and I’m sorry too for not taking the initiative to come to you for answers…I wasn’t exactly ready for it..”

“Look, it was something I wasn’t ready for either..I was busy too. I’m sorry, I was complete jerk and I apologize for my inconvenience..and just my attitude towards this point..”

“But you did it. We both did.”

“Yeah I know, I don’t know why we did it but we did it. By all accounts, I think I owe you a second date..”

“Oh definitely you do haha! Yeah and it was—”

Both were cut off by Rei’s racing toward them almost slammed the wheels of the shopping cart against Sophie’s shopping cart. He did it on purpose, Jason was sure of it and he sigh, kinda not proud of him for that.

Yeah, Rei was trying to save him from having this conversation to try and explain himself to Sophie. He’s always thankful for the saves from the kid, but he wished his godson didn’t save him this time.

However he was definitely getting dino nuggets today for at least coming with him to the store.

Rei yanked his godfather’s arm, dragging him down the aisle as Jason shrugged sending ‘I apologize for him’ look to Sophie. She just shook his head chuckling and walked away. They pair turned around waving at each other as they separated into different aisles.

The rest of the trip went somewhat smoothly getting everything they needed from the store and more. The ride home however was quiet, with the radio station blasting music and the bit of traffic up ahead. It was mostly small talk made in the car anyways.

Until Rei said something that confused the blonde.

“She was pretty.” Said the boy, playing with his action figure that he left behind earlier.

“Who was?” Jason responded, looking at the rear view mirror.

“The lady. She was pretty.”

“The same lady you were being a little rude too? Which wasn’t nice by the way, I should’ve corrected you on that.”

“I’m sorry..I will be nicer. But yeah that lady! I was just testing if she can handle us.”

“Wait what? You were testing if she could tolerate your rudeness? Rei.”

“Sorry! And yeah, she passed. Did you dump her? Who set you up?”

———

Jason chuckled at his questions like he was being interrogated by the kid. To be honest, he knew he would ask him eventually. He was a smart kid and he could tell something was up even if he admitted it or not.

He sighed and answered him, “First, it was your mother who set us up. I did it was a favor when you little, she wanted me to head out of the house and have a night off to myself. It was a blind date.”

“Ohhhhh! It was mommy?! Wow what did you do, that she set her up with you?! She is way too pretty!” Rei exclaimed with a surprised look.

“Ouch!” Jason joked, “If you like her so much why don’t you date her?”

“Nahhh!” Rei replies giving him a grossed out, goofy smile.

“But to answer your second question, yes. I did dump her. I should’ve been nicer when I did.”

“Daddy says that’s kinda a dick move, JJ! You dumping her is mean.”

“Rei watch your language! Don’t say that word again, alright?”

“…okay. Sorry I won’t say it again, but that was kinda mean though! Mommy wanted you to date her! Why stop?”

“Bubba, you don’t get it. You’re too young.”

“Tell me! Please!”

He sighed knowing he always tries to tell him everything depending on what it is. Even if it meant dating. Rei was wondering and it was something innocent that every kid wants to know. They want to be part of conversation, even if they don’t understand it all.

Jason took a deep breath and told him, “Alright, alright I will tell you. Your uncle JJ is a dummy, okay? A bit dummy for not going along for more dates. She was nice, but I thought she was out of my league and way too good for me. I was thinking I wasn’t good enough.”

“And? So what? You were scared?” Rei asked like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but his tone had confusion.

“Yeah I was scared, and it’s a normal feeling to be scared. I lived and loved a lot of people, buddy. I didn’t know if I could go try it out again.”

“I think you should try it out. She got good taste in food, I saw she got Oreo cookies in her shopping cart and gummies too!”

He chuckled, “You only care about food, do you?”

“Yup! Food is always welcome in my mind.” Added the boy with a shrug.

——

Jason then asked something that was more of a honest question for his godson. Something that added to why he refused to date. His life and family he created. It was a hard way to put into words what he meant but he still tried.

So he asked, “Do you think she would be good enough to be with us for a while? Good for us, i guess? You know, handle our lives?…My life? I don’t want to bring her into this crazy world of ours..”

Rei thought for a second, he snorted at his way of wording everything and how he tried to water down what he meant.

His godfather watched him for a moment before he made a turn into another lane. Rei had a cute little thinking face where his nose would wrinkle a little like his father, Tony, but his eyes would narrow down like his mother, Maria. It was something Pepper and Peggy pointed out recently every-time they saw him think of something.

“I think she’s okay, for now. She is pretty, looks smart I think and uh, she is friends with mommy.” Rei said with a shrugged, trying to piece together his thoughts.

“Plus she got some attitude like you..” Jason added with a smile.

“I do not have attitude!”

“Yes you do, bubba.”

“Whatever.”

“Okay bubba. Whatever you say, you want to watch a movie when we get home?”

His eyes light up hearing that, “Yes please! And give me your phone, please.”

“Haha—wait why?” Jason asked with a chuckle.

“I’mma call her for you! ‘Cause you are always busy and said you are dummy.”

“Rei, you are not calling Sophie.”

“Someone gotta do it duh! You say it is okay to be scared but we gotta be brave sometimes, right JJ?”

“Don’t use my logic and words against me, child!”

The boy laughed knowing he won today as the phone was tossed over to him with the contact open to the girl in question. There was a mutual conversation between the two, because it was true.

Sometimes you need a little push to do something, even if it doesn’t always turn out well. If you ain’t gonna do it for yourself, sometimes will always do it for you. It’s something the blonde used to preach a lot, even though it wasn’t advice he didn’t always take for himself.

It was the sad part about advice but it was the truth. Sometimes you don’t take your own words too heart.

———

Moments like this, he knew Rei was the one of the coolest and smartest kids in the world. But he wouldn’t exactly tell him all that too often because according to Peggy, they’re godson’s ego would grow two sizes too big if they did.

But they love the Stark boys nonetheless.

As he left to enter the road leading to the house, he could hear Rei’s voice talking with Sophie on the phone. He could’ve sworn he heard a chuckle or two escape his mouth as his tone tried to remain calm. There were moments he heard Rei give a snarky or rude comment and joke about something in his signature tone of voice.

It was a little out of character for the kid since he didn’t like anyone very often, always giving a rude attitude towards the person that crossed his path and always liked to stay in his zone. Be a homebody and be around people he already knew instead of meeting new people.

Jason blamed himself for that, it was like Rei inherited that part of him.

But this side of Rei, where if determined he will find the confidence within himself and talk to the person, make conversation with them if it meant he got something in return.

That was something he inherited from his mother and grandmother. Maria Winter and Maria Stark.

Because Rei knew if he got his godfather a date with this girl, come Christmas time, he will get extra presents from both adults. Plus he might have another person who makes his Pops somewhat happy for a little while.

He may not always show it, but he very much appreciated Jason and grateful for having him in his life. The least he can do see him enjoy himself every once in a while with someone else, but not too much because at the end of the day that was his pops. No one else’s.

~~~

The rest of the car ride was pretty nice. Music blasting from the radio, the sun shining through the clouds and the small noise the came from the car after Rei finished his small chat with Sophie. According to him, he liked the girl and Jason chuckled at his nod of approval.

The duo were just chatting, even after parking in front of Mansion and walked inside with grocery bags, they kept discussing topics. More like Rei kept rambling on about the movie he wanted to watch, what he wanted for dinner and the idea he had for the garage. Jason just chuckled nodding and responding announcing to Jarvis they’re back home.

As Jason was putting away the groceries and getting started on lunch time, Tony walked in ruffing Rei’s hair. Tony turned to face the two and raise an eyebrow as he asked, “Okay your a good mood. Spill.”

Rei rolled his eyes and shrugged, “Nothing, dad. Relax.”

“Yeah bubba, we just went out to go some shopping. You hungry?” Jason added with a smile.

Tony nodded replies that he’s starving, sitting down next to his son. Jason told them lunch would be started soon, he just needed to change his clothes into something more comfortable, walking out of the kitchen.

Rei smiled leaning back waiting for him be out of hallway and upstairs as Tony grinned taking out the chicken nuggets and fries from the freezer with ease. Once Tony made sure his uncle out gone, he whipped his head towards Rei and asked, “Okay kid, what do you know?”

“I ain’t telling.” Rei replied with a matching grin waiting for his end of the bribe.

His father sighed, “Alright, two weeks at Disneyland park next month.”

“And?” His son added with a tune waiting for more.

“Ice cream after dinner while Pepper is asleep.”

“Much better!”

“Now spill, squirt.”

“JJ saw his ex girlfriend at the store.”

“He did?! And what happened?”

“They talked and whatever. She’s pretty much a nice girl.”

“You met her?”

“We talked for like less than 20 minutes. She is one mom’s old friends.”

Tony thought for a moment trying to remember of ex girlfriend’s Winter friends as his eyes shined, “You mean the one that looked like Disney princess with some attitude that came that last year’s New Years Eve party? Always wears a ponytail and a cute burgundy shirt?”

“Yeahhh? That one. How did you know? Don’t tell me you dated her? Gross!” Rei asked millions of questions with a weird face.

“No of course not! Not my type, I remember her cause she brought us ticket to the Mets game last year. I think your mom and her always get their nails somewhere close by when you were a little.”

“Ohhh! Oh—that was her?! ‘Baseball girl’ you called you?”

“Yup kiddo, that’s the one. I didn’t know JJ liked her.”

“I guess so! He was a chicken and dumped her, I had to call her and see what she is like.”

“You set your godfather up on a date? You’re definitely my kid!”

That was when Jason walked back in the kitchen wearing sweatpants and his favorite t-shirt noticing how they sorta got quiet when he walked inside. Seeing them getting along very well and grinning towards one another.

It was a nice surprise to see them acting like silly gooses but it was odd even the faces they were making.

He gave them a confused look waving his hand in the air and asked, “What you guys talking about?”

Both of them looked at one another then back at them as they replied, “Nothing!”

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