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shellbilee · 2 months

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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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kilojulietsierra · 1 year

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Slow Ride - Chapter One (Hangman x OFC)

A one night stand and a little miscommunication lead to something more. Takes place during the events of Top Gun Maverick

Nothing 18+ in this chapter but it's heading that direction...

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It was a weeknight but Sadie hadn't gone out in a couple weeks so she decided to kill two birds with one stone. She had some paperwork to drop off for Penny so she texted a couple friends and made plans to meet up at the Hard Deck. The navy bar was already packed when she got there so Sadie waded her way through the crowd to the bar.

Penny saw her straight away, "Hey! Business or pleasure?"

Sadie smiled and waved the yellow envelope, "Both."

"Oh man, is it that time already?" Penny groaned but took the envelope.

"Yes ma'am, unfortunately it is. Trade you quarterly tax paperwork for a beer?" Sadie teased.

With a smile Penny reached to the fridge under the bar and pulled out a bottle of her usual. "Well it doesn't seem like a fair trade but since I like you." She popped the bottle top off and set it on the bar. "Here by yourself tonight?"

Sadie took the first cold sip and instantly started to relax, "Waiting for a couple friends." She looked around the bar, "Seems even busier than normal tonight?"

Penny paused on her way to help another customer, "We've got some extras in town." She gave her one of the infamous Penny 'looks' and turned back to the next customer.

Sipping her beer Sadie looked around the bar and took it all in. She came to the Hard Deck often but usually she was here outside of business hours. It was packed tonight and everyone was having a good time, the jukebox was turned up loud and the beer was flowing.

"Hey!"

Sadie turned around to find her friends behind her. They hugged and said hello, catching up quickly as they waited for Penny to come back their way for the rest of their drinks. "So, where you wanna go"

"I kinda wanted to play pool but looks like someone beat us to it." She nodded to the table surrounded by a group of tan uniforms.

With a shrug Sadie changed out a $10 for a roll of quarters, picked up her beer, and began to make her way to the table. Her friends trailed behind her, used to Sadies won't take no attitude. Most of the sailors were focusing on the game or deep in conversation so she caught the first pair of eyes she could and nodded. She made a show of putting a stack of quarters on the edge of the table, "Dibs on the next game."

She was just about to step back out of the way and wait their turn when she got a response she hadn't been expecting.

"Sorry Darlin', we're gonna' be here awhile." He was tall, blonde, and almost as obnoxiously good looking as he was instantly off putting.

Brows furrowed, "Sorry?" Did he really just ignore bar etiquette accepted all over the country?

He was leaning down to take a shot, barely even looking to aim, as he responded, "You and your friends," He sunk the 8 ball and ended the game two of the others groaning in defeat, "Are welcome to watch."

Behind her Sadies friends shared a look, they knew this wasn't going to end well.

"Oh? Really? Wow thanks!" Sadie put on her best, sickly sweet, sarcastic tone before her face hardened. Rolling her eyes she squared up to him across the table, "Play you for it."

He looked from her to his friends and back, "Play me for it?" The blonde made a big show of pointing at his chest with a big, stupid grin on his face. "I don't think that's a good idea sweetheart."

"Why not?" Sadie walked over to the closest sailor holding a pool cue and plucked it from his grip.

Both groups were sharing glances among themselves, unable to look away from the trainwreck that was sure to happen.

His sharp green eyes sized her up as she chalked the cue, "I'd rather buy you a drink than hurt your feelings."

With a easy smirk Sadie nodded, "Then winner takes the table, loser buys a round." She stretched for the cue ball and set it on the black dot, not waiting for his response, "Rack 'em flyboy."

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It was a fast round of pool and when it was down to the last few balls it was Hangman's turn to shoot, Still unworried he trash talked as he lined up his shot, "Should've known you were tryin' to hustle me." He sunk the second to last of his striped balls but set himself up badly for the second and missed. It didn't dampen his pride at all as his missed shot had left her with a difficult shot as well.

That didn't slow Sadie down at all, she sunk her last two solids with little issue. The problem came when the cue ball came to rest in the far corner, Hangmans final striped ball sitting between the white ball and the 8 ball.

"Oh man," the pilot sucked his teeth and shook his head, "Tough luck."

Sadie looked from her friends to her opponent. Without losing her smile she read the table, called the shot, changed the angle of her pool stick and struck the cue ball hard. It jumped the striped ball, hit the 8 ball at the perfect angle and sent it rolling into the side pocket with a dull thud.

Most of the onlookers, 'woahed' and cheered and clapped, even the sailors.

Standing up Sadie leaned on her pool stick and met the slightly bitter but still sparkling eyes of her opponent. With a smile she threw his own words back at him, "Tough luck."

He chewed his bottom lip and shook his head as he came to stand in front of her, "Good game." He held his hand out to shake hers, "How about best two out of three?"

Sadie chuckled and shook her head as well, trying not to think too much about how her hand felt in his or the way he was looking at her, "Bet's a bet." She locked eyes with him, "You and your friends are welcome to sit and watch though." and threw him a wink as she stepped past him to put her quarters in the slot and start another game.

She felt his eyes on her as she handed her pool stick to one of her friends and headed to the bar. She was leaning on the bar waiting for Penny when she felt him come to stand next to her.

"So, how often does that work for you?"

Sadie rolled her eyes as she turned to face him, one elbow propped on the bartop, "How often does that work for you?" She gestured with her hand up and down to indicate himself and the way he acted.

Without missing a beat he amped up his smile, "As often as I need it to." He finished his sentence with a wink. Penny appeared to save the day and Sadie leaned across the bar to be heard over the noise, "A round of beer on this ones tab please." She thumbed at Hangman over her shoulder with a smile.

With a glance to Hangman, who nodded, Penny smiled and starting pulling the beers.

She couldn't really help herself, Sadie leaned back and looked the pilot up and down one more time, "If you ask nice I think we could share the table."

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A few hours later it was creeping up on midnight and the pilots had in fact welcomed Sadie and her friends into their group for the night. Sadie had eventually let Hangman have his rematch, which he won, and then another, which she won. After that she declared herself retired for rest the night to give someone else a chance. By that time in the night Sadie had noticed that Hangman, the cocky blonde aviator, was growing on her.

He was still arrogant and terribly full of himself. But… He was also deceptively intelligent, quick and witty, charming, a lot of fun to look at and even more fun to flirt with.

Which is why when Sadie had stepped out to the patio for some fresh air she was not all that upset when she saw Jake striding across the deck with two fresh beers in hand.

"Girl can't have five minutes to herself?" She jabbed at him as he circled the firepit to where she leaned back against the railing.

Still with his easy grin he plucked a toothpick from his mouth, settled in next to her at the railing and handed her the second beer, "Not gonna make me drink these alone are you?"

"I'm sure you would survive." She said even as she accepted the cold bottle.

He smiled against the mouth of his own bottle, "Rather not risk it." He finished taking a drink, "So, you still haven't told me where you learned to hustle pool."

Sadie chuckled and took a drink herself, "Not hustling, I never said I couldn't play." She took another sip, "You assumed that all on your own." When he opened his mouth to speak she added, "Which, is very sexist of you, I might add."

The slightest bit humbled he pulled his lip between his teeth, "Apologies." He gave her a nod in recognition of her calling him out, "Where'd you get so damn good at playing pool then?" He popped the toothpick back in his mouth, rolling it side to side.

"Worked at a dive bar in college that had a few tables. Got lots of practice in." For the first time she turned to face him completely. "Plenty of young hotshots willing to try their luck."

Hangman laughed, still rolling that stupid toothpick side to side, "Some things never change." Sadie rolling her eyes didn't seem to discourage him in the slightest, "What do you do? What'd you study in college?"

Sadie licked the inside of her teeth, took a drink of her beer before she answered, "CPA. Accounting, nothing exciting."

He pursed his lips and shrugged, "Are you good?"

Without missing a beat she answered, "I'm very good."

That made him smile, he flipped the toothpick end over end with his tongue, "You enjoy it?"

She nodded slowly, actually thinking about it a moment, "Yes I do. I'm good at what I do, I get to be my own boss, I love my clients… so yeah."

Hangman nodded, "That's what counts."

For a second Sadie smiled, maybe he wasn't such an asshole after all.

"I mean," He propped an elbow on the railing and rolled the toothpick side to side again, "Not everyone can be a fighter pilot, right?"

And just like that Sadies little moment was gone, "Wow, you just cannot help it can you?"

"What?" He took a drink and looked like he was halfway expecting a compliment.

"Being a prick."

"Ouch!" He clutched his chest with one hand, "I'm wounded."

"Oh please," She rolled her eyes for possibly the hundredth time that night, "Like you actually have feelings to hurt."

"You're hurtin' em right now sweetheart."

"You mean 'cause I called you a prick?" She shifted her stance unconsciously and found herself a step closer to Hangman.

The pilot flipped the toothpick end over end again while eyeing her up and down, "No… 'cause you're making me work so damn hard." He matched her step forward and his eyes were sinful.

Sadie couldn't hold his gaze and had to look down to her beer bottle, suddenly very thirsty she took a big swig before beginning to pick at the corner of the label. After a moment to regain her composure she looked back up to find him still steadily staring at her. Still rolling the tooth pick back and forth, back and forth. "Do you have to keep playing with that stupid thing?"

He smiled a little wider, "Does it bother you?" Hangman flipped the toothpick end over end again.

"It's very distracting."

"I was that kid that couldn't sit still, always fidgeting."

"That why you're always running your mouth?" She was pretty proud of her comeback and she thought that maybe he was too.

Now he was smiling so wide his teeth were showing, the toothpick clenched between them, "You want me to stop?" Eyes crinkling at the corners he plucked the toothpick from his mouth and tossed it into the firepit.

Before Sadie could respond to his question, her words caught in her throat. Hangman's fingers reached out and began toying with the flowy, fabric of her shirt, He took a half step forward, eliminating the space between them, and whispered into her ear, "Give me a kiss and shut me up."

She felt the heat rise from her chest up to her cheeks and she couldn't pry her eyes away from his fingers as they played with the hem of her top. It felt like an eternity while she fought for breath and when, in reality only a few seconds later, she steeled herself and tilted her face towards his. She wanted to kiss him, badly she realized as her nose brushed his cheekbone. Why the hell shouldn't she!?

As his lips met hers the hand tugging at her shirt slid to her hip and held her steady.

He was smiling when he pulled back, the smallest distance possible, with his hand still settled firmly on her hip, "Better?"

Surprising herself Sadie leaned up and forward to catch his lips again, enjoying the way he inhaled sharply through his nose before returning the kiss. The second, a little more involved than the first. She shivered when his tongue repeated the action she had found so annoying moments ago. When she pulled back she took a little pride in the way his mouth hung open the slightest and his eyes stayed closed a second too long. Sadie smiled as she smoothed a hand over the front of his uniform shirt, "Much better."

His smile was a little self-depreciating but his eyes were joyful. He stared at her for a good, long moment, until she became bashful again and looked away. Hangman chuckled softly and gave her hip a reassuring squeeze, "Wanna go back inside?"

When she looked back up at him she knew her cheeks were flushed. She bit the inside of her cheek and shook her head, "Not really." Her hand settled over the crisp buttons of his shirt, palm flat against his warm chest and steadily pounding heart. She flinched slightly moving to pull her hand back, "Sorry," Her voice was soft, "I'm not supposed to touch…"

He caught her hand before she could take it back, instead pressing tight to his chest again, his eyes scanned her face intently, lips tilted to one side in a cheeky grin, "Want me to go grab us another drink?"

Again, she shook her head.

Hangman smile shifted and his eyes darkened. He slid his hand further towards her back and applied tentative pressure. When she took the step forward, closing the distance between them, he lowered his voice, "What do you want sweetheart?"

Now it was her whose eyes darted over his face as she fought hard to read his expression. As if kissing him again would help her make up her mind she gave a careful tug at the front of his shirt and licked her lips as he kissed her without question. He did so like he knew this kiss was a apart of her decision making process. And it was. "My house isn't too far from here…"

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Chapter Two

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ellariasand · 2 years

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | 𝐜𝐡. 𝟕

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: phoenix leaves nana out to dry after a day of training, so she's forced to confront hangman the inevitable. 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: jake “hangman” seresin/original female character 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: g 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gentle amounts of self-loathing/angst 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.3k 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this chapter wasn’t nearly as angsty in my original notes as it turned out to be, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ gotta make ‘em work for it i guess.

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝟏-𝟔 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

The fact that Nana was still hung up on Jake was one thing. The fact that she, a self-professed “independent woman” who hadn’t so much as paused for a flirtatious glance in the last year of her life, couldn’t get him out of her head, was another entirely. The fact that she had what would most accurately be labeled a pathetic crush on a man she’d hung out with maybe three times was something she hadn’t even brought herself to think about.

But Natasha Trace, call sign Phoenix and TOPGUN’s most reliable instructor, leaving her out to dry when she finally thought she’d gotten over all of it?

Now that was just uncalled for.

𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

#i know this took forever i'm SORRY #goddamn work getting in the way of my writing #anyway: i'm very impressed that every chapter so far has landed in the ballpark of 6k-6.8k words #i am NEVER that consistent #lol let's see if the massive final chapter i have planned fits into that #(spoiler: it probably won't)#top gun maverick #top gun #top gun fic #top gun maverick fic #hangman x oc #hangman x ofc #hangman x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin fic #glen powell #maggie.txt #my work

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dingochef · 6 months

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A belated Happy Birthday to our favorite flyboy, Glen Powell. Here's a one shot from my Dancing on the Clouds Below universe featuring Jake and Elsa.

Masterlist

Flyboy

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Oral Sex (F receiving), Spanking, P in V sex,

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: A very sexy Birthday for your favorite flyboy, Jake.

With Jake's birthday coming up you wanted to do something special for him; Jake has always put in the extra effort in his gifts to you. An idea came floating through your head. A few phone calls later, it was coming together. Lydia is the first of those phone calls.

"Hey, chicka, what's up?" she perkily asks when she answers the phone.

"Jake's birthday is coming up and I have an idea for a gift, but I need a good boudoir photographer. I figured you might have a line on one, rather than me randomly searching the internet," you explain.

"What makes you think I have a naughty photographer in my Rolodex?" she replies, only mildly indignant.

There is a long pause and then she sighs,

"Ok, you're not wrong. I can text you the info right after this call. So, what kind of look are you going for? Naughty nurse, classy soft focus, Playboy bunny?"

You laugh,

"None of those ones, I was going to do the pin up look, kind of like the nose art on WWII planes. I've got a friend who works at the air and space museum and she's got me some time after hours to do a photoshoot."

"Ooh, great idea. Any specific outfits?"

"I thought of doing a sexed up Rosie the Riveter and then I've got a nice skimpy red dress, heels, and stockings. I'm going to smuggle his bomber jacket out and wear that in a couple."

"Nice, you need help with hair and makeup? I'd love to tag along and see how it goes. This is exactly the kind of thing Rooster would come in his pants for."

"Eww, thanks for the visual. And yes that would be super helpful for getting the look right. It is kind of a pilot thing, isn't it?"

She laughs,

"Yeah, it is."

You hang up and the info for Jenny of Satin Dreams Boudoir Photography pings on your phone. You take a quick look at her website and like her style, so you give her a call.

"Jenny speaking," a pleasant sounding voice answers the phone.

"Hi, this is Elsa Matthews, I got your contact info for photography from Lydia O'Callahan," you reply.

"Oh yeah, Lydia, she's always been a fun one to work with. That red hair is perfect for the camera, what can I do for you?"

You give her the rundown on the location and the ideas you have in you head and some of the available times.

Jenny is excited by the idea,

"I love it! I've been wanting to do some vintage work and this is perfect. Let me know your email and I can send you pricing and contract details."

That settled you now have to come up with the second part of the plan that includes a little bit of subterfuge. You tell Jake that you have a networking event to attend for work that'll keep you late. You're able to smuggle his bomber jacket out by waiting for him to leave for work first.

You're at work for most of the day and it seems to drag on. Finally, the clock hits 3 pm and you practically sprint to your car. When you get to Lydia's house she is bouncing with excitement.

"This is going to be so fun," she says as you walk in. You're quickly ushered to her bathroom where she has laid out what seems like an absurd amount of makeup and hair products.

You show her a few pictures of what you were thinking for hair, classic 40s wave for the red dress and a simple updo to go with the bandanna of the Rosie the Riveter outfit.

She gets to work and soon you have a perfect Rita Hayworth wave that is frozen into place with a lot of hair products. Next is makeup,

"I know this is going to feel like a lot, but for photography you have to exaggerate a bit more than what you would wear in real life," Lydia warns you.

About 45 minutes later Lydia has transformed you into a sexy Hollywood star of yesteryear complete with fake lashes and red lipstick.

"This is perfect. Thank you so much, I would have never gotten this to look so good. You're like my naughty godmother of hair and makeup."

She giggles and claps her hands with excitement. You look at the clock and it's time to head over to the Air and Space Museum.

You park in the back and meet Becky, your friend and gal on the inside, at the staff entrance. Lydia and you haul all the stuff in. Becky leads you to the section of the museum where the WWII aircraft are located. Jenny is already there setting up her equipment.

She walks over to you and gives Lydia a hug and then looks at you,

"So good to meet you in person, Elsa. You are going to be the perfect model today," she says. You're instantly at ease with her, she is in her 50s, long hair that is perfectly silver with little square glasses perched on her nose. She reminds you more of an English Lit professor than a naughty photographer.

Becky shows you to a small room you can change in. You start with the black satin underwear, the garter belt, black sheer stockings with seams, lace tops, and little bows at the back and then shimmy on the red satin dress. The dress is ruched up the sides and is strapless. You put on your red heels with straps and take a look at yourself in the mirror. The dress is short and you can see the lace tops of your stockings. You turn around and give a little squeal of glee, this is exactly the look you were going for. You walk back confidently to where Jenny has set up. She is at a B-29, a bomber that has been shined up and looks gorgeous. A speaker is playing a 1940s playlist.

You use a step ladder to get up on the wing and Jenny moves it so she can use it to take the shots. She directs you where to put your legs, your arms and you take a variety of shots on the wing. Your next series of shots are inside the aircraft. Jenny gets one of you leaning out the door leg up against the side of the plane. All throughout she is giving you cues on facial expressions,

"Give me cute, sexy, think of Jake," to help guide the shoot. She takes a few shots of you at the controls, including one of you sitting on the tiny dash, one leg spread wide and the other tastefully covering yourself.

You're about to wrap up the bomber shots when you have an idea. Grabbing Jake's bomber jacket you strip off the red dress so you're naked under the jacket, but still wearing the underwear, garters, stockings, and heels. Jenny's eye's light up and she gets an idea. She puts you back up on the wing kneeling facing away from her and you drop the jacket off your shoulders showing your naked back. She has you look over your shoulder back at her. Next she has you turn around and pull the jacket out to hold it at the bottom so it is spread across your chest showing the hint of your breasts but no nipple. You lay down with your legs up on the fuselage and do the same pose with the bomber jacket.

You take a deep breath and kneel on the wing and drop the jacket all the way down, baring your breasts for the camera. Jenny quickly takes a few shots with a few adjustments.You get off the plane and she shows you a few shots on her camera and they look amazing. You quickly change into the other outfit. You had managed to find a tight short denim shirt dress that you can unbutton down to show off a red bra with white polka dots. It all matches with your underwear and the bandana, giving you a sexy Rosie the Riveter look.

You head over to a P-51 Mustang and you can see the ideas forming in Jenny's mind. You start with various poses around the propeller. Next you take shots sitting on the wing, sitting in the cockpit, and your favorite looking into the engine compartment holding a wrench like you're going to fix the thing. Finally, you get in place for the big finale. You climb up on the nose and take a few shots astride the nose, cowgirl style from different angles and some side saddle. You finish the shoot with you in front of the green screen doing various Rosie the Riveter poses.

"That's a wrap," Jenny announces triumphantly. Everyone says goodbye and Lydia and you head back to her house so you can get all the makeup off and tame your hair into more of your usual style. Luckily it's started raining, because that will help deal with the hairspray and not cause Jake to be suspicious.

Eventually you get back around 8:30. Jake is lounging on the couch reading a book and looking good as always. He is reading some mystery novel. You lean down and give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Have you figured it out yet? Who's the murderer?" you ask. Jake laughs and looks up to kiss you on the lips,

"Not yet, this one is really good. How did your networking event go?"

"The usual, lots of people I know and some of the same idiots, so a bit good and a bit exhausting. I think I'm going to take a shower, want to join me?"

Jake perks up at the thought and says,

"Definitely, just let me finish this chapter and then I'll be in there to ravish you."

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You anxiously await the delivery of the proofs from the shoot. Jenny sends you a link to a site where to preview them. You have to wait till out of Jake's vision to take a look at them. You love the way they turned out, Jenny has done a wonderful job editing them, some she has done in black and white, full color, and then selected parts of some she's put in black and white to emphasize the red dress. While you like the Rosie the Riveter ones you really like how the red dress ones and especially the ones of you in Jake's bomber jacket turned out. You select the ones you want printed into a book, digital prints, and a few other items.

A few days before Jake's birthday, you give him a heads up that he might want to come home a bit early on his birthday.

"Anything special you have planned?" he asks.

"You'll see, just be patient. Dinner reservation is at 7, so if you head home around 4ish, that should give us enough time," you tease him.

It's finally the day of his birthday and you get to give him his gift. You work from home so you can be done early and get ready. You're ready just a bit before 4 pm.

You slip on Jake's bomber jacket over the red dress outfit and artfully arrange yourself on the armchair opposite the front door for maximum effect. When you hear Jake unlocking the door you strike a pose, legs over one arm of the chair and arms stretched out. Jake's jacket is slumped down off your shoulders allowing as much bare skin as possible. Jake comes in the door fiddling with his keys and turns directly to the shoe rack where he starts taking off his boots. He hasn't seen you yet, you can tell. You inhale sharply when you realize he's wearing his flight suit and not his khakis, something about his flight suit makes him even more irresistible than normal. His boots are finally off and he calls out,

"El, I'm home," as he starts to scan the house for you. He finally turns and he sees you.

"Welcome home, Jake," you purr, as you raise one leg and slide your hands down, presumably fixing your stocking.

Jake wolfishly grins as he walks toward you. He catches your foot in the air and gives the inside of your ankle a kiss as he slides his hands down your calf.

"This is way better than a surprise party," he says mostly to your leg he is caressing.

You laugh,

"You thought I was going to throw you a surprise party?," he nods,

"Oh no, I want the birthday boy all to myself."

He is now skimming his lips down your leg and his hand on the back of your leg moves to explore what exactly you have on. He feels the bows and lace tops to the stockings and he raises his eyebrows.

"Stockings, had to be authentic to the era" you stutter out, distracted by his hands.

You stand up and Jake is quick to embrace and kiss you. It is a kiss that starts sweet and grows into one filled with heat. Jake slides his hands down the satin of your dress to give your ass a good squeeze. The motion pulls a throaty moan out of you and Jake takes advantage to slide his tongue into your mouth. You wrap your arms around Jake, enjoying the feeling of his broad shoulders and the gentle scrape of his five o'clock shadow on your chin. He reaches into the bomber jacket and brushes his hand on the naked skin of your back. He pushes the jacket off you to get a full look at your outfit.

"Wow, you look amazing, babe. You remembered my comments from that air show."

You do a little turn for him to see everything.

"I wish I could take a picture to remember this forever," he says as he starts to kiss down your neck.

You're momentarily distracted by his lips, and finally stutter out,

"Funny you say that. You should open the gift on the table."

He pouts a little and says,

"I am unwrapping my gift."

"It'll be worth your while," you manage to say, suppressing a moan as his hand touches the skin between your stockings and your dress.

He reluctantly pulls away to sit down on the couch and picks up the wrapped box on the table. You sit next to him, buzzing with anticipation. Jake unwraps the gift with surprising patience. Pulling open the black box lid he pulls out a leather bound picture album.

"What's this?" he asks you, slightly confused.

"Look inside," you urge him.

He flips open the cover and sees where you have inscribed it.

I know that in any time and place we would fall in love. Happy Birthday, the first of many we will celebrate together.

My Darling Jake,

Always Yours,

Elsa

He reads the message and kisses you before turning the page. He turns to the next page and sees the photo where you are astride the Mustang in the Rosie the Riveter outfit. The next one is you with the engine open, your hand on your hip holding a wrench flipping skirt up to show off your underwear and your finger on your chin with a confused look on your face.

Jake laughs,

"You of all people would probably know how to fix an aircraft engine."

The next shot is you laying on the wing on your back looking back at the camera, your polka dot bra and cleavage clearly visible.

"That's my usual view of you. The first night at the Hard Deck I couldn't stop staring down your dress. One advantage of you being short," Jake teases.

You give him a fake slap on his bicep, "You are incorrigible."

"Yes, but I think you like it," he retorts back, leaning in to steal another kiss before looking back to the album.

There are a few more from the Mustang and Jake takes his time to admire each one and then he flips the page to the first of the red dress shots. The first shot is you leaning out the door with one leg hiked up on the door frame. Next is one where you are on the wing laying down your stomach, your legs up behind you, red heels popping against the silver of the B-29.

There's one of you sitting on the wing, legs dangling. Jake turns the page to see the photo of you sitting on the dash of the cockpit, one leg splayed out and the other tucked in to provide some modesty.

"You would have been slightly distracting on the flight deck," he jokes.

Next is your favorite shot of the session, you are leaning against the fuselage just wearing his bomber jacket and the lingerie looking coquettishly at the camera. The jacket covering just enough that the round swell of your breasts peaks out of the jacket. Jenny captured your expression perfectly. The final shot that is printed is the one of you kneeling on the wing leaning with your back facing the camera, the bomber jacket down at your elbows showing off your back. You are looking back at the camera with a knowing smile.

"This one I really like, now I'd know why my jacket smelt like you the last time I wore it. You sneaked off with it. Where did you get these done, babe? They're gorgeous," Jake asks, kissing you on the cheek.

"I called in a few favors, I know someone over at the air and space museum. I've got one more gift for you."

Jake smiles and starts to pull you into his lap ready for some more sexy times. You push slight on his pec,

"Hold on, flyboy."

You find the back cover where there is a pocket. Quickly slipping your fingers into the pocket you pull out a card and hand it to Jake.

He accepts the card and flips it over to really look at it.

"Holy shit, El," he breathes, taking in the image he's holding.

It's a laminated card of you wearing his bomber jacket and nothing else, completely nude.

"This is for you to tuck into your flight suit. Keep me close to you. For some good luck."

"That's more than good luck, El. God, you like that next to me flying, I'll be invincible."

"That's the idea, Jake."

You put the book down gently on the table and move to straddle Jake.

"I've got more digital files we can look at later, but I think we have other things on our minds, flyboy," you say as a grind down on him feeling him getting hard under you.

"That we do," he answers as pulls your head down for a kiss. It is brief but intense and he kisses his way down your neck pausing to suck a bruise at the base of your neck. He runs his tongue along the edge of the dress cupping your breasts in his hands.

You are trying to find the zipper for his flight suit and whine when you're unsuccessful. He laughs and guides your hand to where the zipper pull is tucked under some fabric. Quickly you unsnap the collar and pull down the zipper to find a black undershirt you still have to deal with to be treated to Jake's magnificent chest. Your hands dive into the flight suit to find the bottom of his undershirt. You grab the hem in an attempt to get Jake undressed. Halfway through the movement you realize that it's caught on Jake's arms thay are still in his flight suit.

"A little help here? I want you naked, please," you whine.

"So demanding," Jake laughs, pulling his arms out of the flight suit and his undershirt off.

"You're really hot in this flight suit, even hotter when it's half off of you," you say in the most sultry way possible as you slide a hand down his chest and abs watching each muscle tense and release under your touch.

Jake leans forward to nuzzle his face into your cleavage and looks up at you. You can't help the smile that blooms across your face when your eyes meet.

He reaches up and pulls the top of the dress down to reveal your breasts to him. Jake is immediately on them, licking, cupping, squeezing. Anything he can touch he is lavishing attention on it. You grind on his lap as he continues his efforts. Sliding your hand up you card your fingers the short hairs at the back of his neck and tug Jake's head up. He rewards you with a little moan as you lean in to kiss him, your tongue slipping into his open mouth. Your hips are still rolling rhythmically as you seek out some friction for your rapidly heating core.

Jake's hands run up and down your side, gliding on the satin. He settles his hands on your hips and and pushes up your dress from where it has rucked up exposing your thighs and the top of the stockings. Jake trails a hand from your hip across the top of your thigh and down between your legs, fingers teasing with a light touch. The dress is just covering enough that Jake can't see your pussy. You look at his face in anticipation to wait for the moment he realizes you're not wearing any underwear. He clenches his jaw when he puts it together,

"God damn, El. You're going to kill me. No underwear."

His fingers ghost over your mound and part your folds to gently stroke your clit,

"You've been ready to fuck me since I walked in the door. You got my flight suit all wet, you're so ready to go."

You lift your hips enough to see that indeed you have left a dark spot of your wetness on the green fabric stretched across his hard cock.

"Fuck, Jake," you whine as you sit back down and rub yourself against the coarse fabric seeking some relief,

"You do that to me, been thinking about fucking you all day, barely kept myself together. Wanted to use my hands, but knew it would be better with your cock in me when I came."

Jake's hands have slipped to your ass where he has pulled up the dress to reveal the smooth skin there, he grips hard as you talk.

"Thought about how you'd touch yourself looking at my pictures. Your big cock in your hand jerking off," you pant out between each cycle of your hips. Jake roughly pulls your head down to give you a solid, dirty kiss, his hand tangled in your hair. You moan loudly at the action. Your hips have sped up as you grind against Jake seeking your high, your clit dragging across the green fabric.

"Let me hear how much you want it, El," Jake moans into your mouth as your hands tighten on his shoulders. Your orgasm is hurtling towards you, Jake urging you on with his hands on your ass helping to guide you.

"Let go, El. Come for me. Get my flight suit all wet. So desperate for me, you're humping me before I even get my dick out. My needy little slut."

He punctuates the last word with two hard slaps with his big hands on your ass breaking your peak over you.

Your hands are scrabbling at Jake's chest for somewhere to hold as your climax washes over you. You melt into Jake's arms as the aftershocks roll through you. He kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around you as you come back to the earth. Once you've caught your breath

Jake grips your hips and lifts you up to reveal his lap.

"El, god damn, look at that," he says pointing down to the large wet spot on his flight suit. A flush of embarrassment creeps across your face for some reason. Jake picks up on your change of mood.

"So fucking amazing, El. Fuck that's hot," he says, mostly into your mouth as he pulls your head down for another intense kiss. Your embarrassment quickly dissipating. He pulls his head back, his teeth lightly dragging on your lower lip.

Jake's hands grip your hips and spins you around with ease so that you are kneeling on the couch, hands on the back of sofa. He is standing behind you smoothing his hands over your ass, the heat of his handprint still lingering on each cheek. Soft lips startle you as Jake sweetly kisses each patch of skin. The gentle thud of his knees hitting the hardwood floor clues you into his next move. You start to squirm with anticipation knowing how good he is with his mouth.

"Eager, El?" Jake asks, parting your cheeks revealing your dripping slit to his gaze. Without warning he dives in, his tongue sliding inside you in one deep motion and his fingers coming up to gently tease at your sensitive clit.

"You're dripping, baby. Your needy little cunt can't wait to have my cock inside, can you?" he asks in a slightly mocking tone as he stands up, keeping his fingers on your clit.

Words are beyond you as he menacingly rubs close but not directly on your clit. The sound of the rest of the zipper on his flight suit being unzipped and the soft rustle of fabric being pushed against skin fills the air. He leans over his chest skin on skin to your back, he sweeps your hair past my ear so he can whisper,

"You ready for more, El?"

"Please," you surprise yourself with how desperate you sound.

Jake leans back and you wait on edge for him to enter you. You gasp when he pulls on the garter belt and snaps it against your skin on your ass. The pain is turning you on even more.

"Jake, please fuck me," you plead.

Another sharp sound rings out as he snaps your garter belt on the other cheek; it draws out a long moan and another plea.

"Please, please fuck me," you plead, begging, your voice going hoarse at the end.

"Shh, shh, I've got you," Jake coos as he soothingly caresses your ass. He finally relents and slowly pushes his cock into you. A wave of relief washes over as the slow stretch as he enters you is so good. You can only let out a long breathy moan in response. He bottoms out and pauses for a brief moment before pulling back and plunging in again, hard. You brace against the couch as Jake's hands latch onto your hips. He snaps his hips in and out and sets an almost brutal pace.

"So good, El. Fuck, look at you," he pants out with each thrust, occasionally snapping your garter belt. Jake places his hand on your shoulder and pulls you up against his chest. He keeps up his pace in the new position and he is hitting new spots inside you that are turning your brain into jelly. Jake slides his hand down to rub your clit as he whispers wonderful things to you,

"You take my cock so well, El. Feel you nice and tight. Want to feel come on my cock. Can you do that for me, baby? Come for me? Be my good girl? Hmm?"

"Yes, please," you pant out more than speak.

Jake switches his rhythm on your clit and you come apart hard clenching around Jake, nearly collapsing with the intensity. Jake is holding you up as he thrusts chasing his release, the obscene sound of your wet cunt taking him filling the room. His last few thrusts lose their perfect rhythm as he gets close.

"Oh fuck," is all he can he shout out before he spills inside you. His release adding to all the wetness dripping out of you. Jake's arms wrap around you as you catch your breath. The gentle kisses Jake is placing up your shoulder and neck relax you even more.

"You are unbelievably sexy, El. Thank you for this amazing birthday gift, all of it," he breathes into your neck where he has tucked his face. You turn your head to catch his lips in a kiss before you seperate. Standing fully up you look at Jake and say before sweetly giving him a kiss and a wink,

"You're welcome, flyboy. It was pleasurable for all."

You catch the time on the clock on the wall and let Jake know,

"It's time to get ready for dinner."

"Only if you're on the menu for dessert."

He walks by you still looking ravenous and whispers,

@kmc1989

@starswholistenanddreamsanswered

@mayhemmanaged

@callmemana

@dempy

@hangmanscoming

@lanie-k

@callsign-viper

@senjoritanana

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anjaelle · 1 year

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Dave Lizewski One-Shots -- Mostly college/adult Dave. Tangerine One-Shots -- Standard warnings for drugs, smut, and violence. Count Vronsky x Socialite!Reader (Request) WIP: Bubblegum Bitch -- Dave Lizewski x Bimbo!Reader WIP: The Craft of the Muse -- Writer!ATJ x Singer! OFC

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blainesebastian · 4 months

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the way that I’ve been binge rereading all of your austin fics is insane 😫but I love them and I read on one of ur last posts(or ask I don’t remember) that you’re busy with work I believe, but if and when you can and want to ofc, can you write a fic where instead of glen powell and sydney sweeney for the money anyone but you can it be austin x reader, and everyone is just like obsessed cause the chemistry is absolute bonkers yk and they’re just laughing it up cause they’ve been lowkey dating for like forever 🤍 (I’d love to ask this on my side blog but since we can send asks with a side blog, it’s @vir-tual )

but besides that I hope u have an amazing day babes, ur writing is amazing and I can’t get enough. 🤍🤍

hi!!! omg thank you so much, that's very sweet of you! i'm really glad you've enjoyed them, it means a lot to get a message like this. so i have not seen that movie (anyone but you, i'm assuming you're referring to?) but I can look up the general plot and see what happens? or if you want to send in a specific idea from that plot you'd like to see explored, I can see what I can do :) no promises, I do need to finish this syllabus and obviously i'm taking off today / tomorrow for christmas festivities! but i'm hoping that when i'm done, i can get some writing in :)

hope you have a great holiday!!

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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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shellbilee · 5 months

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Since there is apparently a glen powell fic shortage, I've started writing an rpf fic series, about Glen meeting an ofc named Billie who has a Golden Retriever named Nugget (because Brisket and Nugget? How fkn cute 😍). Lots of fluff and smut will ensue, with a little bit of angst thrown in!

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged! First chapter will be up in the next few days.

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shellbilee · 3 months

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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 3

A Glen Powell RPF Series

Sorry for the wait guys! I've been away for just over a month since Christmas, finally back and back to reality. Back to my regular posting schedule now, please enjoy chapter 3! x

Billie

Billie’s eyes flutter open and she takes a second to adjust to her unfamiliar surroundings, remembering that she’s stayed the night at Bec’s. She stretches out her legs underneath the covers, the sheets soft and silky against her skin and she smiles - knowing Bec, they were likely several thousand thread count.

She rolls over and reaches for her phone on the bedside table, squinting when the screen lights up in her face. 8:32am.

For whatever reason, Billie could never sleep in after a night of drinking. She’d come to think of it as both a blessing and a curse - her body wanted to stay in bed and sleep but her head just couldn’t do it. She sits up in bed and does a quick body check, pleasantly surprised to find that she only has the mildest of headaches. Clearly, she’d gotten off easy after her night out with the girls.

She flops back down onto the pillow and lets out a breath, memories of last night playing through her head. What a night it had been indeed.

Glen.

She still can’t believe she’d met Glen Powell of all people, and more importantly, she can’t believe that they’d flirted all night. She remembers his smile - his handsome, golden-boy smile that made her want to melt into a puddle on the floor, and his beautiful pale green eyes that seemed to look right through her. She could still hear his smooth, Texan accent in her head, a shiver running down her spine as his voice plays over.

After he’d bought her and the girls a drink - and Sloane had left to find Bec on the dancefloor, Glen and Billie had talked and laughed in that magical, flirty way that only ever happened when two people were really attracted to one another. He’d asked a number of questions about herself - how she knew Bec and Sloane, where she was from and what she did for work, and she in turn had asked about home in Texas and his home life in LA.

He’d been endearing and flirty in all the ways she’d imagined he’d be, but at the same time attentive and charming as they’d talked and laughed. Eventually they’d moved to the dancefloor when Glen’s friends had found him and practically dragged the two towards the stage, Billie finding Sloane among the crowd and unable to help her smile when she’d winked at her dancing next to Glen. She remembered the way Glen had danced beside her, both of them emboldened by alcohol and singing at the top of their lungs, his delicious cologne filling her nose as she swung her hips and threw her arms up next to him.

He was right there dancing beside her, a close proximity that would have bothered her if it had been any other stranger, but with Glen - his hips, his chest, his arms, bumping into her as she’d danced away to the music, she’d felt happy, confident and sexy. It was hard not to, not when he’d looked at her the way he had been, his attraction to her more than evident in his expressions.

Billie smiles to herself as she reaches for her phone again, opening up instagram and tapping on the first story bubble she sees - Sloane’s. It's a myriad of photos and videos - selfies of Sloane looking as devastatingly sharp and sexy as ever, photos of her and Bec smiling happily at the camera, of her and Billie pouting and posing, of the three of them having too many drinks and too many laughs. There’s a video of Bec dancing, her arms in the air, her head tossed back, a smile on her face as she dances away to the deep beat of the music, followed by another of Billie and Sloane from the front camera angle. Billie bites her lip when she sees Glen in the video behind her - though his face isn’t quite visible, she can see his torso and the way he’s nearly pressed against her back as they dance, the angled planes of his muscled chest beneath his shirt making Billie press her lips together. God.

Sloane’s story ends and Billie repeats the process with Bec’s, flicking through the endless photos and videos, all evidence of a girls night out with drinks, dancing and fun. Before Billie can help herself she’s typing in Glen’s name, tapping on his name and scrolling through his profile.

She feels herself getting more infatuated with him the more she looks at his photos, a snapshot of selected images from his very A-list life. There’s a few promo photos from old and upcoming projects, and professional photos from photo shoots that make Billie want to groan out loud - Glen posing and looking painfully handsome in a variety of bespoke couture. There’s photos and videos of various gym sessions and workouts, most of them picturing a shirtless, sweaty Glen, a determined, cheeky smile seemingly permanent on his face. There’s several of his adorable dog too - Brisket, as Billie had learned last night, the tiny dog he’d adopted earlier in the year that only made Glen seem even more adorable himself.

Billie smiles as she thinks back to last night when Glen had told her about Brisket, showing her a photo of the white and tan puppy on his phone. Billie had barely been able to contain her own laugh when she’d shared that her dog’s name was Nugget, showing Glen a photo of her big golden bear. They’d instantly bonded over their shared love of dogs, and the fact that they’d both named theirs after food, the two going on to gush about their fur-children for several long minutes.

Billie’s thumb hovers over the message button on Glen’s profile, suddenly wondering if she should message him. What would she say? Would he even see it? How did Instagram even work for famous people? Was it even him running his account? She considers this for a moment, various ideas of first messages running through her head, Billie dropping her phone a second later when she decides against it.

She stretches her arms up, feeling her shoulders crack in the way they always did in the morning, tossing off the covers and getting up out of bed. She walks into the adjoining ensuite bathroom - each of Bec’s guest bedrooms had one, of course, looking back at her reflection and pulling the silky tie from her hair. She looked okay considering the amount of drinks she’d had last night - the total number of which she couldn’t actually remember, her long brown hair falling messily around her face. She quickly washes her face and applies her morning skincare, putting her hair into a high ponytail and feeling somewhat refreshed enough to face the day.

Billie pads out into the lounge and looks up to find Ben frothing milk on their extravagant coffee machine in the kitchen, three large mugs laid out on the marble bench in front of him. Billie hears coffee beans grinding, the intoxicating scent of coffee suddenly hitting her and she pauses for a moment to breathe it in.

“That smells incredible”

Ben looks up as he turns off the steam and taps the silver jug of milk on the benchtop, offering Billie a welcoming smile.

“Morning Bil” he says as he starts to pour milk into the furthest mug, sliding it over to her when he’s done.

“Latte?”

Billie smiles gratefully, picking up the mug.

“You’re an angel Ben”.

She lifts the mug to her lips, breathing in the delicious, sweet scent, taking a sip and closing her eyes as she swallows. She tastes a hint of creamy vanilla and it instantly dawns on her that Ben knows her coffee order, opening her eyes to find Ben looking back at her expectantly.

Billie smiles, shaking her head, lifting the cup towards Ben. “Literally, an angel”.

Ben laughs and sets about making the rest of the coffees, putting a small spoon of sugar in the last one.

“How’s Bec?” Billie asks, taking another sip of her delicious coffee, “Hungover?”

Ben laughs again. “That’s an understatement. I haven’t seen her in this state in a long while”.

Billie chuckles, Ben smiling back at her as he stirs the coffee. “And Sloane?”

Billie shrugs, “No movement from her room, so I’d say she’s still sleeping it off”.

Ben drops the spoon into the sink and picks up the mug of coffee, looking back at Billie.

“Let me know when you’re hungry, and I’ll start making breakfast for you and the girls”

Billie’s face softens. Bec seriously had no idea how lucky she was. She thanks Ben and he smiles, nodding at her before walking off with the mug of coffee, presumably to give to Bec.

Billie takes another sip, savouring the heavenly taste, before making her way out onto the pool deck and sitting on the outdoor lounge. The morning sun shines down on her, a gentle warmth touching her skin, Billie letting out a sigh as she relaxes on the lounge. A soft meow makes her turn to her left, Billie’s gaze falling on Smudge, the Danton’s fluffy, tortoiseshell cat, walking over to her to say hello.

“Hi Smudgy girl” Billie coos, making a kissing sound and leaning forward to pat her, smiling when the large cat bumps her soft head into her hand.

Billie leans back when Smudge jumps up onto the lounge and flops down beside her, stretching out her legs and taking another long sip of coffee. She leans back on the cushions and closes her eyes, soaking in the morning sunshine and letting the warmth take over her body.

Her mind wanders and she thinks about her Saturday plans - a pilates class later this afternoon and a walk down the beach with Nugget, finished off with a trip to Ikea to pick out her new couch. The sound of her phone vibrating on the table suddenly disrupts her thoughts, making her open her eyes and squint into the morning sunshine. She picks up her phone and looks down at the screen, unable to help the involuntary smile that parts her lips when she reads his name.

@glenpowell: Please tell me you’ve got a good hangover cure?

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Glen

Glen lets out a breath as he lies in bed scrolling on his phone, Brisket’s tiny head resting peacefully on his chest. He’s been looking through Billie’s instagram for the last twenty minutes, unsure how it’s even possible to be this attracted to someone. Each new photo makes him want to audibly groan.

He’d been unashamedly thinking about her since the moment they’d said goodbye to each other last night, his drunken brain unable to let go of thoughts of her. It had been a long time since he’d been so enthralled by someone he’d just met, at least not since his last major relationship, and he’d forgotten what it was like to be seemingly captivated by a stranger.

It had taken Glen all of five minutes to message Billie when he’d woken up this morning - the hangover headache that was currently pounding his brain not even enough to stop him from thinking about her.

When they’d spoken last night Glen had discovered that Billie was a physical therapist that worked with college and high school athletes, and that she had a big golden retriever named Nugget. He knew that she was from Australia, though had been in LA for seven years after graduating university and working a Summer at Camp America - she’d since developed an odd hybrid mix of Australian and American accents which is why he’d been unable to place it initially. He also knew that she was really into health and fitness - which Glen figured was probably because of her active job, but also something that was more than evident from just looking at her.

Billie’s body was incredible. Toned and muscled, thick in the best way possible. He’d barely been able to keep his eyes off of her legs from the second he’d met her yesterday, let alone keep his head straight and away from thoughts of her ass. Looking at her Instagram didn’t help that either, not with the numerous photos of her at work and the gym in various forms of figure-hugging activewear. Jesus.

Glen bites his lip as he scrolls past another photo of her in a matching hot pink shorts and sports-bra combo, smiling and standing next to a pilates reformer with another equally fit, smiling girl. There’s several photos of Nugget too - panting happily and almost smiling, videos of the big golden retriever running at the beach and playing with other dogs.

He blinks quickly when Billie’s name suddenly pops up at the top of his screen, inhaling deeply as he taps on it, bringing him back to the chat screen to see her reply.

Rough morning? 🤣

Glen smiles, typing back at the screen.

You could say that. It’s been a while since I’ve drank like that

He watches the typing bubbles, her reply coming after a moment.

And you call yourself a Texan

He scoffs, laughing out loud, the sound making Brisket open one eye lazily, looking up at Glen from his perch on his chest.

It’s not easy to keep up drinking tolerance when you’re not allowed to drink for 80% of the year you know

The typing bubbles appear again, Glen watching his screen intently.

Ah, excuses, excuses. Perhaps you need to learn to break the rules?

Glen bites his bottom lip as he grins, her cheeky quips amusing him.

Sounds like you’re being a bad influence, Billie.

Me? I would never 😇

Glen laughs again.

So no magic cures for me then?

Her reply comes only a second later.

Hmm, I find coffee and a walk in the sun is usually my go to

Glen chuckles again, reaching down to pat Brisket, thinking about his answer for a moment before he types.

Is that what you’ll be doing today?

A photo suddenly appears in their messages from Billie - it shows a large mug of coffee held in one hand, with bare legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles underneath. From the looks of it she’s sitting on a deck, a pool in the background with bright turquoise coloured water reflecting off the morning sun.

Well I’ve got the coffee part sorted already.

I’ll take Nugget for a walk a little later though, probably to the beach if the weather stays like this?

Glen’s breath hisses, an instant question forming in his mind from her message. He’s typing his reply before he can even really think about it, ignoring the hesitation from the part of his brain that thinks he’s being too forward as he presses send.

Any chance you’d like some company for that walk? I’d like to test your hangover theory, and Brisket needs his exercise

He snaps a quick photo of Brisket snoozing on his chest, his chin resting peacefully on his paws, sending it along with his message.

Glen feels his heart race as he sees the typing bubbles appear, seconds suddenly feeling like hours as he stares at their chat. He doesn’t realise that he’s holding his breath until her reply pops up on the screen, an exhale falling from him and his mouth stretching into a grin as he reads.

All of a sudden he’s got Saturday plans too - hangover headache be damned.

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Billie

“You ready for this Nugget?” Billie asks, looking in her rearview mirror at Nugget’s happily panting face in the backseat.

She half smiles when he sees that he’s not even paying attention to her, ears and eyes instead glued to the window and looking out at his favourite place.

Billie looks back in the mirror again, checking her reflection. She’s just come from pilates class, her long hair tied back in a high ponytail and falling down over her shoulder. She’s wearing a pair of cornflower blue, high waisted shorts and matching sports bra - the colour contrasting brightly against her golden skin, a cropped white t-shirt over the top that teases just a glimpse of her toned abdomen whenever she moves a certain way.

Billie knew she looked good - her love for all things fitness meant that she was confident in the thicker, sculpted shape of her body. Her average week consisted of multiple pilates classes, weights sessions and runs, not to mention her frequent hours in the gym with her clients and athletes at work. Still, even with that confidence, she’s painfully aware of the new flutter of nervousness in the pit of her stomach, a tiny part of her brain suddenly second guessing her outfit choice to meet with one of the most handsome men she’s ever met.

Billie pushes her thoughts aside and lets out a breath, putting on her sunglasses and getting out of the car.

She’s down on the sand, throwing a tennis ball into the waves and smiling as Nugget goes crashing into the water after the ball, when she hears a small bark that makes her turn to look over her shoulder. Her breath catches in her throat as soon as she sees him walking towards her, her heart racing as he smiles his utterly gorgeous smile back at her.

“Hey there darlin’”

His silky Texan voice makes her want to swoon out loud, nearly as much as the view of his delicious, muscled shoulders in the black muscle tank he’s wearing does. She’s immediately thankful she’s wearing her sunglasses so her gaze can linger a second longer without being noticed, her eyes running over his toned, golden biceps. God.

A white trucker cap sits backwards on his head, his sandy brown hair peeking out messily underneath. He looks classic, all-American and insanely handsome, Billie forgetting how to speak for just a moment.

“Hey yourself” she replies after a beat, swallowing thickly when he steps forward and leans in to kiss her cheek.

“I know you’ve already had one today” he says when he steps away, holding up a tray of coffee cups Billie’s only just noticed he’s holding, “But I thought I’d go out on a limb and get you one anyway”

Billie laughs, raising an eyebrow. “Why are there four though?”

Glen shrugs adorably, his pale green eyes crinkling as he smiles. “I realised I didn’t know your coffee order, so I decided to get options” he explains, gesturing with his free hand to the coffee cups, “Plus, I know how good the coffee is in Australia compared to here so I figured I better get you something good”.

Billie laughs, shrugging her shoulders in blatant agreement as he points out a latte, a double cappuccino and an Americano. She points at the latte and smiles when he hands her the cup, watching as he takes the Americano for himself and bends to put the tray on the ground.

“And this must be Brisket!” Billie remarks suddenly, having momentarily forgotten about him, bending to Glen’s feet to pat the tiny tan and white dog.

She’s not at all used to such a small dog, and she can’t help but compare the size of Brisket’s head to Nugget’s. Her hand covers his entire face, his petite nose no bigger than the top part of her thumb. She grins when Brisket licks her hand, his tag wagging furiously and shaking his entire body.

“You are just adorable” Billie coos, moving to scratch his belly and laughing when he immediately rolls over onto his back, one of his back legs suddenly kicking when Billie hits a spot near his chest.

Glen laughs, the sound echoing in Billie’s ears.

“Seems you’ve got a fan”.

Billie laughs again as she stands, wiping her hands on her legs, shrugging her shoulders as she looks up at Glen. “It’s easy when you know the right spots to scratch”.

Glen chuckles at that, Billie smiling over at him as she takes a sip of her coffee.

“And I take it that’s Nugget?” Glen asks, pointing out at the shore behind her.

Billie turns in time to see Nugget on his way back to her, bounding happily along the sand with the tennis ball held firmly in his mouth. She looks back at Glen and nods, gesturing with her head towards Nugget.

“Brace yourself, he forgets his size sometimes”.

As if on cue Nugget comes charging over and stops only inches from Billie’s feet, dropping the ball and shaking his saturated fur with zero regard for his close proximity. Billie yells and Glen laughs, neither of them reacting in time to avoid the shower of salty, wet-dog water. Nugget pants happily, seemingly unphased by what he’s done, Brisket darting forward and straining on his leash to meet his new golden friend.

“Oh my god Nugget!” Billie says exasperated, wiping salty water drops off her t-shirt and flashing Glen an apologetic smile, “I’m so sorry. You’d think by now that I’d be used to that, or at least be quick enough to dodge his shakes”.

Glen shakes his head and laughs, wiping the water droplets from his arms. “It’s really okay. I should have seen that coming too”.

Billie shakes her head and wipes her hands, looking down at the two dogs as they sniff each other curiously. Their tails wag happily, sniffing and inspecting each other in that way that dogs do, Billie and Glen looking on like proud parents watching their children make friends on their first day of school.

“Nugget, be gentle buddy” Billie says sternly when Nugget drops his front legs and wiggles his bum in the air like he’s ready to pounce, Brisket letting out a high pitched bark and copying the bigger dog’s play stance.

Glen bends to unclip Brisket’s leash and in a flash the two dogs are off, racing down the sand towards the water and darting in and out of the crashing waves. He stands up and takes a sip of his coffee, Billie and Glen standing together and watching their dogs in a moment of comfortable silence.

Billie can’t help but smile as she watches on, still not quite believing the reality of her Saturday afternoon - standing on a beach drinking coffee with a gorgeous celebrity, their dogs playing out in front like the best of friends. It was certainly not the afternoon she’d envisioned, but it was definitely shaping up to be better than she’d thought.

“How’s the head by the way? Feeling better than this morning?” Billie asks without looking at Glen, acutely aware of how close he’s standing to her.

From the corner of her eye, she sees Glen’s lips part into a grin.

“Better now actually”.

“I told you the sunshine helps” Billie replies, watching as Nugget crashes into the waves before turning to look at Brisket, the small dog standing on the safety of sand and barking loudly at his new friend.

“Might be, but I think it's more likely because of something else”.

Billie raises an eyebrow, turning to him to ask what he means, only to find that he’s already looking at her with an effortlessly sexy smile on his face. It takes her a second to realise he’s talking about her, her face warming at the realisation.

Oh.

Brisket sprints back towards them, Nugget catching up within seconds - two of his strides equaling ten of Brisket’s. Nugget stops short when he reaches Billie, pushing his big bear head into Billie’s leg before taking an interest in Glen when he bends down to greet him.

“Hey bud” Glen says as he ruffles Nugget’s now even wetter fur, Billie watching from above and chewing on her bottom lip. For her, watching guys with dogs was the equivalent of watching a man hold a baby. It did things to her.

“So, just so I know for next time” Glen says when the dogs race off to the water again, Billie momentarily distracted by the way his biceps move as he shifts to sit on the sand beside her, “What is your actual coffee order?”

Billie laughs as she looks down at him, unable to hide her smile. “Next time?”

Glen grins up at her, and it takes everything Billie has not let out an actual moan. It should be illegal to have a smile like that.

“I’m very much hoping there’s going to be a next time” he says, patting the sand next to him and encouraging her to sit.

All of a sudden she feels like she’s sixteen again, feeling her chest warm and her cheeks heat, like she’s talking to her high school crush. She clears her throat, and readjusts her sunglasses, bending to sit down beside him. She’s even more aware of the less than three inches of space between them, the scent of his warm, earthy cologne suddenly filling her nose. She chews on the inside of her cheek, her lips tugging into a smile she can’t control.

“Well, I guess you weren’t far off really” Billie says after a moment, stretching her legs out in front of her and taking a sip of her coffee, “A latte usually, though I typically get a shot of vanilla or caramel because I like it a little sweeter”.

Glen nods, like he’s making a mental note, tapping his fingers on his coffee cup. “Which do you prefer?”.

Billie shrugs. “I like surprises”.

Glen laughs, a gorgeous grin splitting his face and Billie forces herself to look away and back out at the dogs.

“How were your friends this morning? Hungover?” Glen asks, the thought of her girlfriends making Billie laugh.

She thinks back to when she’d left Bec’s house this morning, her and Sloane significantly worse for wear as she’d said goodbye. Bec had all but groaned from her spot on the couch, barely looking up at her when Billie had bent to drop a kiss to her hungover friend’s head. Sloane hadn’t been much better herself, nursing a third mug of coffee and holding it to her face as if the caffeine would somehow absorb into her head that way.

“They were a little dusty, that’s for sure” Billie says with an amused smile, “They both couldn’t believe I was going to do a pilates class when I left this morning”.

Glen raises an eyebrow as he takes a sip of his coffee. “Do you do pilates often?”

Billie nods. “About two to three times a week. I love it. Have you done it before?”.

Glen scoffs, an almost pained expression painting his face before he flashes his teeth in an amused grin.

“Pilates is the worst. I mean, it’s great, but my god is it painful” he says, shaking his head, “I’ll admit it makes my ass look real good though”.

Billie drops her head back and laughs out loud, feeling Glen’s eyes on her as she does.

“Just pilates? Do you do anything else?”

“A few weights sessions here and there, a few runs as well” Billie says looking down at her coffee cup and then over at Glen, “Because I work with athletes I kind of need to be fit, or at least be able to do what they do to some degree. There’s no use me teaching them how to squat or sprint properly if I can’t do it myself you know?”.

Glen nods, and Billie can't help the way she smiles from the look he’s giving her. What she wouldn’t give to be able to read his thoughts right now.

“What about you? How often do you work out?” Billie asks, glancing out at the dogs and smiling when she sees Brisket chasing Nugget through the sand.

“Well, more if I have a project coming up, and more again if there’s a shirtless scene in it” Glen says, his lips curling into a grin when Billie laughs, “But usually four or five times a week. I try to run most days, and then do some weights work either at home or with my trainer”.

“You have a gym at home? I’m so jealous”.

Glen nods.

“I have a few pieces. But I prefer to get out and go to the gym where I can. I'll either go to my trainer’s gym in the city when I'm with him, or I'll go to Alo”.

Billie had heard about the Alo gym. It was an exclusive, members only club in the heart of downtown LA. It was stocked with all manner of sleek black, brand new equipment, and had just about every service you could think of - from on-site massage and wellness treatments to temporary PA's that would press and fold your clothes or get you whatever coffee order you wanted while you worked out. You could only go if you were invited to train there, which made itt ever popular with most celebrities and influencers. Billie had always wanted to see inside and experience it for herself, but she knew that was never going to happen.

“I've heard of Alo before. Looks like such an amazing gym” Billie comments, both her and Glen letting out a laugh when Brisket runs and tackles Nugget up ahead.

“It's pretty cool. I usually take Brisket with me when I go” Glen says, looking back over at Billie with a knowing grin, “You should come with me sometime. We could do a pilates session and you can laugh when I cry my way through it”.

Billie laughs again, more so when she pictures Glen groaning his way through the many poses and exercises she does regularly throughout the week.

“I'd like that”.

Glen grins at her, the look in his soft green eyes stealing the breath from Billie's throat.

“Me too”.

They fall into comfortable conversation after that, questions and answers flowing easily just like they had at the concert yesterday. Billie finds herself quickly becoming enamoured with Glen, with the way he listens to her so intently, with the way he looks back at her as she speaks. He asks her about home and she tells him about her family in Charlestown, a city in New South Wales, Australia. She tells him about her family - her older brother Bradley and his wife Jordyn, and her nephew and niece Harrison and Kiara. She tells him about her mum and dad - her dad, a now retired Captain in the Australian Navy, and about the rest of her big, loud, extended family.

Glen, in turn, tells her about his own family back home in Texas, about his parents and his two sisters, and his twin niece and nephew Gwen and Witt. Billie can’t help the involuntary smile that takes over her face as she listens to him, the love and passion he has for his family more than evident in his voice.

“Actually they came down to visit me while I was filming in Australia last year” Glen remarks with a happy grin, Billie’s own smile now seemingly permanent on her face as she looks at him.

“Yeah?”

Glen nods. “We were filming in Sydney, for maybe three months? The whole family came down and stayed with me, made a vacation out of it. It was incredible really, Sydney is insane, I mean, just Australia in general, it’s an amazing place”.

Billie looks back down at her coffee cup, suddenly feeling nostalgic for home. Her last visit home had been for Christmas last year - a trip she had done every single year since she’d moved to LA. She was fortunate enough that her boss was incredible, allowing her to take a few weeks of vacation leave to go home for Christmas each year. It was one of the reasons why, even after seven years, she was still working at the same place. That, and the fact that she loved her boss and the rest of the team she worked with.

Glen pulls out his phone and Billie watches as he swipes through some photos, turning his phone around and leaning closer to show her the screen. She’s momentarily distracted by his even closer proximity, forgetting how to breathe when his cologne clouds her nose. She closes her eyes for a split second forcing herself to concentrate, before pulling her sunglasses down and looking closely at the screen.

Glen flips through a sequence of photos, various shots of people who Billie reasons have to be Glen’s family, all of them smiling, laughing and posing for the camera. It’s a typical montage of family vacation shots, the kids swimming in the pool, Glen holding his niece and nephew above his head, a group shot of all of them standing on a pristine beach. There’s a few selfies of Glen that she recognises from looking through his Instagram this morning, one with him standing next to a koala, and another of him standing beside an older man, the same smile on both of their faces.

“That has to be your dad” Billie points out, her smile growing when Glen nods with a laugh, “You look exactly the same. That’s going to be you in twenty years”.

Glen points out the rest of his family members in the photos, his mother with her warm, kind eyes, and his two sisters, Lauren and Leslie, also sharing the same smile as Glen and his father. It isn’t hard to see that they’re all related, even his niece and nephew, both blonde and light eyed just like their uncle.

Glen swipes to the next photo - a background scene she recognises as the familiar Taronga Zoo, a place she’s taken her own niece and nephew on countless occasions back home. It’s another group selfie of Glen and his family, Billie recognising actress Sydney Sweeney on the right of the group smiling her signature gorgeous grin.

Of course.

Like a light bulb has gone off in her brain, Billie deduces that the family trip must have been when Glen was filming a rom-com movie last year. She remembers hearing that it was being filmed not far from her home in Australia, recalling the TV ads and passing billboards she’d seen advertising it around Christmas time. She hasn’t yet seen it, but she remembers Bec telling her it was funny and worth a watch.

Billie also remembers hearing about Glen and a potential affair with Sydney Sweeney during the filming, rumours that Shanya, one of her younger colleagues at work had told her about one day. Shanya was forever telling Billie about current celebrity gossip, talking to her as if Billie knew all the Hollywood stars personally.

For a second, she can’t help but think about the rumours, wondering if there was any truth to them after all.

“So would you go again?” Billie asks when Glen finishes swiping through the photos, pushing her sunglasses back onto her face as she looks at him.

“In a heartbeat” Glen replies instantly, Billie barely finishing her question, “My only issue is the flight time. It’s so far away”.

Billie laughs out loud, more than familiar with the sixteen hour, long haul flight time.

“And then there’s the jet lag”

Glen throws his head back and groans audibly, a sound that makes Billie chuckle in amusement.

“My God, the jet lag. It took me a good three days to get over it when we first got there”.

Billie grins in agreement.

“Every time I go home I think I’ll be fine, but sure enough three days later I’m still wide awake at three AM while everyone else is sound asleep”.

They both laugh again - Billie’s soft and musical and Glen’s deep and throaty, the two settling into comfortable silence moments later. The dogs are still playing up ahead, endless energy as they bound and chase after one another in the sand.

The sun shines down and warms Billie's skin, the relaxing sound of the crashing waves up ahead like ambient background music in her mind. It's a gorgeous day - cooler than yesterday's relentless Summer heat, but still warm. She closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling of the sun warming her face, feeling content and at ease as she sits on the sand. She wonders how much of it has to do with the man beside her, opening her eyes and stealing a sideways glance over at him.

Billie lets out a silent breath.

He’s so god damn handsome.

As if he’s aware that she’s thinking of him, Glen turns to face her, gorgeous eyes soft as he offers a smile that makes Billie’s insides feel like melted chocolate. They look back at each other for a moment, each studying each other without words, Billie still not quite believing that she's sitting here on the beach with this unbelievably handsome man.

“So, what’s on for the rest of your day?”

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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 1

A Glen Powell RPF series

Pairing: Glen Powell x OFC (Billie James)

Warnings: fluff, swearing, angst, eventual smut

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Billie

“Come on buddy” Billie says as she knocks on the polished wooden door, reaching up to readjust her cream fedora hat, “Ready for your sleepover?”.

She looks down at Nugget, her golden retriever, smiling as he pants happily and looks back up at her with his liquid brown eyes.

Billie looks up as the door opens in front of her, her smile growing when she sees Lachlan grinning back at her.

“Bil!” Lachlan exclaims loudly, arms outstretched in greeting, crouching down and beckoning to Nugget as soon as he sees the floppy retriever sitting beside her.

Billie laughs.

“Hi Lach!” she says, looking up as Frankie and Reggie, Lachlan’s two mini dachshunds come barreling down the hallway to greet Nugget, “Hi babies!” she adds, bending to pick up Reggie and placing a kiss on the excited, squirming puppy’s head.

She puts Reggie back down and smiles as the two sausage dogs excitedly greet Nugget, the three instantly morphing into play mode and running off into the house. Playdates and sleepovers with Frankie and Reggie were a regular occurrence for Nugget, not to mention the neighbourly greeting that the three shared every morning on Billie’s daily morning walk.

A loud whistle snaps Billie’s attention, looking up to see Ryan, Lachlan’s boyfriend, standing in the kitchen doorway looking her up and down.

“Billie you look hot!” he exclaims loudly, regarding her from head to toe, “Seriously, those legs girl!”.

Billie laughs and shakes her head, waving her arm dismissively. “Aw Ryan, you’re such a sweetheart”.

The three dogs come charging back into the hallway, almost knocking Ryan over as they run past him. Billie shakes her head as she watches her panting fur-child, smiling at how it’s taken him all of ten seconds to forget about her. She hears Lachlan close the front door as she follows Ryan into the kitchen, pausing at the over-sized art deco mirror to check her reflection.

She’d styled her long chocolate brown hair in loose curls, loving the way they tumbled down her shoulders and softly framed her face. She wore a pair of white linen tailored shorts that ended high on her thighs, and a square necked coral coloured crop that contrasted against her tanned, sun-kissed skin. On her feet were a pair of wedge heels with nude ties that wrapped around her ankles - her favourite pair of shoes because they were high and she loved the way they made her legs look, but at the same time were comfy enough for her to last the whole day in.

“So I should be home just before lunch time tomorrow, and I’ll pick Nugget up then if that’s okay still?” Billie says as she walks into the kitchen with Lachlan in tow, turning to look at both boys as she perches on the armrest of their black leather sofa, “If you guys need anything though, you have my key”.

“Nugget’s stayed here a thousand times Bil, we’ll be fine” Lachlan retorts, looking over at the three pups who were currently wrestling on the floor of the living room.

Billie chuckles. “I know, I know. You tell me everytime”.

“Now go, get out of here. You paid enough for these tickets, the last thing you need is to get there late” Ryan says, gesturing to the door with his head.

Billie whistles for Nugget and crouches to the ground to say goodbye, the dark golden dog eventually coming over to give her an affectionate face lick. She ruffles his silky ears and drops a kiss on the top of his head, walking into the kitchen and giving Lachlan and Ryan a kiss goodbye before they walk her to the front door.

“Thanks again guys, I love you”.

The boys both grin. “We love you too Bil”.

Billie unlocks her black pick up and makes her way over to it, turning to wave at them behind her.

“Have the best time babe!” Lachlan shouts out, putting his arm around Ryan and leaning into him affectionately.

Billie smiles at them both and offers a final wave, putting her gold aviator sunglasses on and getting into her car. The air is warm already, the day heating up in true LA Summer style, the interior of the car already hot despite it being only 11am. Billie switches on the engine and puts on the air con, reaching up to readjust her hat one last time before pulling out of the driveway and driving off to Bec’s house.

Rebecca was one of Billie’s best and closest friends. They’d met at a pilates class five years ago when Billie had first moved to LA, Bec and her instantly bonding over their love of post-pilates brunches and chilled house music. They’d gotten so close that Bec had asked Billie to be the god-mother of her second child Aubrey when she’d given birth a few years later, Billie basically becoming a piece of furniture in the Danton household since she was there so often.

Billie pulls up to Bec’s house in the hills and steps out of the car, grabbing the bottle of white rum she’d bought yesterday. A warm breeze ruffles her hair as she walks along the giant driveway, the sun heating her skin almost instantly. The door is already unlocked when she gets there, Billie walking straight into the Danton’s enormous sun-filled, hamptons style home.

Almost instantly she’s met with Aubrey’s squeal of excitement, a wide, happy smile on the two year old’s face as she runs down the expansive hallway.

“Hi Aubs!” Billie exclaims, picking up her god-daughter and spinning her around in a bear hug, “I missed you little monkey!”.

Aubrey grins, laughing in that adorable way that only toddlers can, Billie shifting Aubrey to her hip and balancing her bag and the bottle in the other arm. She walks through the expansive house towards the back deck, stopping for a moment when she sees Mason sitting on the living room floor playing playstation.

“Hey bud” Billie says, bending and dropping a loud kiss to his forehead and chuckling when he screws up his face in disgust.

“Eew Aunty Billie!” Mason yells, recoiling and wiping his forehead.

Billie only laughs, pulling a face back at him, smiling when Aubrey giggles and babbles toddler nonsense.

“Hey gorgeous!” Billie exclaims as she steps out onto the back deck overlooking the pool, Bec looking up from where she is currently making mojitos in the outdoor kitchen.

“Bil! You’re here!” she says happily, the thin straps of the aqua blue playsuit she’s wearing making her pilates toned arms look even better.

It always blew Billie’s mind how amazing Bec looked after two children - one of which was only two years old.

Billie whistles, complementing Bec’s outfit as she bends to put Aubrey and the bottle down, Aubrey scampering off towards her mother just as Sloane walks through behind Billie.

“Heya babe, about time you got here”

Sloane was Billie’s other best friend. They’d met at Camp America when Billie had finished university back home and wanted a few months off before starting full time work. They’d bonded instantly at camp being two foreigners - Billie from Australia and Sloane from London, the two becoming inseparable over the Summer. They’d kept in touch over the years, Billie eventually moving to LA to work and Sloane following suit six months later after finishing her paramedicine degree in the UK. Billie had introduced Sloane to Bec when she’d moved, and the three had been close friends ever since.

Like Bec, Sloane also looked incredible - her long ebony hair was loose and straight, hanging like a dark waterfall around her face. She was wearing a mango yellow sun dress that fit her like a glove and contrasted against her porcelain skin, a pair of tan strappy heels on her feet.

Billie and Sloane embrace in a hello before taking a seat on the comfy outdoor lounge, Bec joining a moment later to hand out her mojitos and taking the bottle of rum from Billie. Billie takes a sip and smiles, savouring the fresh taste of rum, lime and mint, relaxing into the lounge and letting out a content sigh. She's been looking forward to today for months.

The girls had bought tickets to see Rufus Du Sol in concert - an Australian music artist famous for deep house music with a chilled vibe. They were one of Billie and Bec’s favourite artists so they'd both jumped at the opportunity to see them live when the event was announced, Sloane just happy to tag along for a girls day out and not really caring who was playing. They'd soon discovered that the event itself was quite exclusive - it was being held at one of LA's premier rooftop venues with only 200 tickets available, tickets that cost more than one of Billie's mortgage repayments. Still they'd decided it was a no brainer, and with five open laptops logging on at the exact time that the ticket sales had opened, they'd managed to score three very expensive tickets.

“What time should we order the uber?” Sloane asks, looking down at her phone having just posted a pouty selfie of her and Billie to instagram.

“It starts at 2 doesn't it?” Bec asks looking down at her diamond encrusted watch, “I checked before, an uber should take about 20 minutes from here. So maybe soon?”.

Billie nods, taking another sip of her drink, just as Ben, Bec’s husband, steps out onto the deck.

“Another round ladies?” he greets with a smile, walking over to give Sloane and Billie a kiss hello before standing behind Bec and giving her shoulders a squeeze.

Billie smiles as Bec looks lovingly up at her husband, watching as he bends to kiss her softly - even after ten years of marriage they still always looked as loved up as ever, permanent adoration etched onto both of their faces whenever they looked at one another.

“Thanks honey” Bec says, Ben winking at her before taking their three glasses and walking over to the outdoor bar to make another round of mojitos.

“Got plans with the kids for the day Ben?” Sloane asks, putting her phone down and looking over at Ben.

“Nah. Maybe a bit of a play in the pool since it's going to be warm” he says as he pops ice blocks into the three glasses, “If I can manage to wrestle Mason from the playstation that is”.

All three girls laugh, Bec lifting her phone to take a group photo as they relax on the lounge together. The air is starting to get hot, the soft breeze turning warm and no longer offering a reprieve from the beating sunshine, Billie taking off her hat to fan herself.

Two more rounds of cocktails later, the girls are appropriately buzzed when Sloane announces that the uber is arriving. Ben scoops up Aubrey as the girls grab their things, each stopping to say goodbye to Ben and the kids as they make their way out of the front door. They pile into the uber, already laughing from their pre-drink mojitos, waving goodbye as the car pulls out of the driveway and drives off towards the city.

---

Glen

Glen Powell leans back on the comfy outdoor lounge, letting out a breath as he savours his tequila and soda. Condensation runs down his hand from his drink, his skin already hot despite sitting in the sun for less than five minutes. He looks around the venue, the white Mediterranean style lounges and umbrellas contrasting perfectly with the cloudless, picture blue sky. What a day it was shaping up to be.

He looks over at his friends - Drew, a long term buddy that he's known from way back when in Austin, and Jay and Greg, two of his co-stars from Top Gun. Miles and his wife Keleigh were also on their way to the gig, arriving soon with a few of their extended friends. Glen smiles to himself, taking in the chilled party atmosphere, nodding his head along to the beat of the deep lounge song that's currently playing in the background. He's been looking forward to today for weeks, keen for an afternoon of sun, friends, drinks and music.

He takes another sip of his drink and looks over at the stage where one of the supporting acts is playing - a DJ whose name he can’t remember, his eyes passing over the random groups of guests and party-goers scattered around the luxurious rooftop venue. A loud laugh catches his ear and he looks over his shoulder towards the sound, noting a group of three girls sitting on a set of lounges a few feet away. He notices one of them, a tall brunette wearing a cream fedora hat, watching her throw her head back as she laughs along with something one of her friends must have said.

“Glen! Hey bud!”

He turns back to his group to see Miles standing in front of him, an instant smile on his face as he stands to embrace his friend. He hasn’t seen Miles since an end of summer party last year, suddenly feeling nostalgic for his absent Top Gun co-stars.

“How are you man?” Miles asks when he pulls away, just as Keleigh, Mile’s wife, steps forward to say hello and kiss Glen’s cheek in greeting.

“Good bud and you? It’s been a while!”.

He’s introduced to a few of their friends - three of Keleigh’s girlfriends and one of their husbands, and soon everyone is perched around the booth and lounges talking, laughing and dancing.

“Drinks guys? What does everyone want?” Glen says as he stands up from his seat, trying his best to remember the numerous orders being shouted before giving up and pulling out his phone to use his notes.

He nods and makes his way towards the bar, typing in Aperol Spritz just as someone steps out in front of him and he’s forced to stop abruptly before he collides with them.

“Oh sorry!” a female voice says, Glen looking up in time to a girl smiling back at him, her hands held up in apology as she balances against the lounge she’d been previously sitting on.

“All good darlin’” Glen says reflexively, returning her smile and gesturing for her to pass in front of him, “After you”.

Her smile grows wider and it takes Glen half a second to realise that it’s the girl he’d looked over at before - the brunette with the fedora hat, and another half second to process that she’s absolutely fucking stunning. He’s momentarily taken aback by her smile - pouty lips stretched wide and showing perfect white teeth, barely hearing her thank you as he watches her pass in front of him and make her way to the bar.

He can’t help but look her over as she walks, his gaze trailing over toned, muscled legs and what can only be a round, curvy ass hidden underneath her white shorts. Long chocolate brown waves cascade down her shoulders beneath her hat, her hair swishing just enough to reveal a large tattoo of what looks to be a collection of patterned flowers in the centre of her upper back. Glen barely registers that he’s been blatantly checking her out until he reaches the queues at the bar, stepping to the line on the left so that they’re standing side by side.

He looks down at his phone again going over his group’s drink orders, movement in his peripheral vision making him look back up to see the girl taking off her hat and fanning herself with it. The air is hot now, the afternoon sun relentless as it beats down, Glen thankful he’d chosen a light linen shirt to wear as he feels the beginnings of sweat form at the back of his neck.

The line moves and Glen steps forward, reaching up to adjust his sunglasses as the girl moves up beside him, still fanning herself with her hat. The strong scent of something sweet and vaguely coconut-y suddenly hits him, Glen glancing down at her and realising it’s her perfume. He watches from the side as she reaches up to put her hat back on, unable to help his smile as he sees her start to sway to the beat of the song that’s currently playing.

The line moves again and suddenly it’s their turn, Glen stepping towards the bar as the bartender calls ‘next’ and glances at the two of them. The girl points to him and he shakes his head no, putting his elbows on the bar and gesturing back to her.

“Ladies first”

She smiles at him again and Glen forgets how to form words for a moment, instead only nodding when she says thank you and listening as she orders three mojitos. He hears an accent that he can’t quite place, too caught up in the sight of her to really think it through, eyes running over her smooth, tanned skin and the tease of just-visible cleavage beneath her square necked crop top.

Three mojitos appear on the bar a moment later, fresh mint leaves tangled with ice in the clear bubbly liquid, Glen watching as the girl groups the cups and picks them up with both hands. She turns to him beside her, smiling back at him from behind her gold aviator sunglasses in a way that makes him forget his own name for a second, ice clinking against the plastic cups.

Glen sucks in a silent breath, feeling his chest expand as he looks at her properly. Jesus.

“Thanks. Again” the girl says, nodding her head as she smiles softly, Glen doing the same and steeling himself so he doesn’t stammer his words.

“You’re welcome darlin’”

Her grin grows wider and soon she’s walking away from the bar, Glen unable to stop himself from checking her out as she walks and thinking for the fifth time in five minutes how fucking gorgeous she is. He notices two guys at the back of the line watching her also, unable to blame them for staring - not when she had an ass and legs that looked like that.

Glen hears the bartender call to him, turning back around and pulling up the list on his phone to order. Minutes later his drinks are ready, picking up the tray laden with plastic cups and doing his best to stop them from spilling as he makes his way back over to his group. Across the way he sees the girl from before now sitting on a lounge and laughing with her two girlfriends, tipping his head when he sees her look over at him. Drink in hand, she offers a small, innocent smile in response, Glen sucking in a heavy breath and wondering if she has any fucking idea of the effect she is having on him. He tears his eyes away and walks back over to his friends, a small part of his brain completely preoccupied with thoughts of the gorgeous girl sitting only a few feet away from him.

---

Billie

“I swear I've seen that guy before” Sloane says, sipping her mojito and bopping away to the beat of the music in her seat, “I can’t work out where though”.

Bec frowns and looks over at the group where the hot guy had gone to, shrugging her shoulders. “Maybe you rescued him once?”

Sloane shakes her head no.

“Either way, he was super cute and Bil you should go talk to him”.

Billie laughs and flicks a stray hair from her face, “I'm here to drink and dance with you two, not find a man”.

Sloane and Bec both scoff.

“Oh Bil shut up, when has that ever stopped you before? Men are like flies to honey around you” Sloane remarks, looking over at Bec for support and raises her hand in thanks when she nods fervently in agreement.

Billie only rolls her eyes and laughs at her two friends, taking another long sip of drink and savouring the cold liquid. She reaches up to readjust her hat, feeling her face become glowy from sweat. Her whole body feels warm, the sun beating down on her skin, the dry breeze only making it hotter on the rooftop area.

The music is starting to pick up, the bass getting heavier in the air, and Billie isn't sure if it's the alcohol, the fact that she's out with friends or just a combination of being out in the sun with her girlfriends at a gig that has her flustered and dancing in her seat. She takes out her phone and snaps a quick selfie with the girls, uploading the picture to instagram just as it’s announced that the main act is about to come on stage. A collective cheer is heard throughout the venue, Billie grinning and taking a long drink before gesturing to her friends towards the dance area.

“Come on ladies, time for a dance!” she announces standing up and teetering on her heels, pulling on Sloane’s arm and dragging her two friends out of their seats.

They make their way to the centre of the rooftop where the stage is positioned, finding a space among the growing crowd of party goers. There’s an eclectic mix of guests around them, everyone seemingly swaying to the beat with a drink or two in hand, the crowd starting to dance and cheer as the opening song is played. Bec lets out a whoop and soon the three girls are laughing and singing in their own little world, Billie swinging her hips and throwing her arms in the air.

The sun is shining down with a vengeance now, the afternoon heat dry and the air almost thick, the growing crowd of people doing nothing to offer any kind of relief from the warmth. If Billie wasn’t several drinks down she’d have been a little more concerned about the possibility of being sun burnt and ensuring she stays hydrated, but her mojito-tinged brain has other ideas. Sloane throws her arms in the air, Bec dropping her head back and singing as loud as she can, Billie grinning at her two friends as she sways and jumps to the heavy, pulsing beat. She can’t remember the last time she’d felt so free and had this much fun, closing her eyes and savouring every moment of the present around her.

Three songs later, Billie announces that it’s time for another round, shouting as much in Bec’s ear over the heavy pulse of the music. Bec tells her that they’ll stay where they are, Billie taking off her hat and fanning her heated face as she makes her way towards the bar. It’s not until she arrives at the small queue that she notices the guy from before ahead of her, unable to help herself from looking him over as she fans herself.

He has medium length sandy brown hair that is pushed back in a messy slick look, a bone coloured linen shirt draped over what is undoubtedly a very muscled set of shoulders. His forearms are thick and muscled, a tan and gold expensive looking watch sitting snugly on his left wrist. She’s standing close enough that she can smell his cologne - something spicy and earthy with a hint of delicious warmth, letting out a breath and reaching up to run her fingers through her long hair.

As if he’s aware that there’s someone behind him, Billie watches as the guy suddenly looks over his shoulder - perhaps over to where his friends are, his gaze instead catching sight of her in a double take. In an instant she’s met with a gorgeous, effortlessly handsome grin that makes her breath catch in her throat, her cheeks instantly heating in a way that she knows has nothing to do with the afternoon heat.

Fuck.

“Another round?” he asks her, a Texan lilt to his voice that makes Billie swoon internally, a toothpick resting between his lips.

“Gotta deal with this heat somehow” Billie replies with a smile, holding up one hand in a shrug and still fanning her hat with the other.

The line moves forward and they both step forward, Billie moving to stand in the empty space beside the handsome stranger. The music is still pumping, the deep bass heavy in the air, Billie teetering on her heels and dancing on the spot. The girl behind the bar calls next and the hot guy gestures to Billie, but she shakes her head no and offers for him to move instead.

“No no, you were definitely here first” Billie counters, watching as he shakes his head defiantly.

“Ladies first remember?”

Billie laughs now, shaking her head as she smiles, knowing that she isn't going to win this battle even if she tries.

Begrudgingly she steps forward and orders, this time asking for four drinks instead of three. A mojito each for her and the girls, and a tequila and soda for her mystery gentleman. She puts her hat back on and rests her elbows on the bartop, feeling his eyes on her beside her as she bounces on the spot to the music.

“So are all boys from Texas this polite, or is it just you?” Billie asks suddenly, turning to look at him over her shoulder and tilting her head.

Now that she’s looking at him front on, she can’t help but check him out behind her sunglasses. Her eyes follow the neckline of his linen shirt - unbuttoned enough to show off the planes of his sun-kissed, muscled chest, but high enough to hide what Billie knows has to be a toned, defined torso. His jawline is strong and chiselled, covered with a short layer of few-day-old, golden brown stubble, a patch of sandy brown chest hair just visible at the base of his neck.

When he chuckles and smiles back at her - the toothpick resting between his perfect white teeth, Billie momentarily loses her train of thought.

“As much as I'd like to defend us all, I have to give my mama credit for that one”

Billie laughs, turning briefly to the bartender when one of her drinks is up, picking up the plastic cup and handing it to the guy.

He looks back at her questioningly, taking the drink from her when she nods, taking the toothpick from his lips and lifting the cup to take a sip. A look of surprise appears on his face as he swallows, his eyebrows raising in a mixture of amusement and confusion. In that moment Billie can't help her confident smile, knowing she's picked the right drink without him even saying anything.

“Tequila and soda? What makes you think this is my drink?”

Billie shrugs nonchalantly, her lips still parted in a smile, looking back at him from behind her sunglasses.

“Well, with a chest like that there’s no way you’re drinking beers” Billie reasons in a flirtatious voice, nodding at his muscled chest and feeling her smile grow when his eyebrows rise again, “Even though you’d probably love to be drinking a beer right now. True?”

He lets out a laugh though doesn’t say anything, regarding her with an impressed smile and tapping his fingers against the plastic cup.

“Besides” she says, turning back to the bar briefly and saying her thanks when the three mojitos are up, “Your Texan accent is hard to miss and tequila is basically the state drink isn’t it?”.

He laughs then, loud and throaty and in an instant Billie decides it’s the best sound she’s heard all day, gathering her three drinks and turning back to face him.

“Thanks for this” he says to her with another grin that threatens to make her knees weak, holding up his cup as if to cheers to her before taking another drink.

Billie flashes her best smile in return, pausing in front of him before she heads back to the girls.

“Might see you later for another round”.

The mystery man grins again - another effortlessly charming, utterly handsome smile that makes her want to melt into a puddle on the floor, tipping his head to her.

“You can count on it”.

She tears herself away before she can internally swoon over him any longer, forcing herself not to look back at him even though she knows he’s definitely watching her. It takes her a second to realise that she’s intentionally swinging her hips in a way that has nothing to do with the music, unconsciously giving the guy her best view from behind as she walks away from him at the bar.

A hot breeze blows by and Billie has to blow a stray hair from her face, pausing at the edge of the scattered lounges at the side of the stage to locate the girls. She sees Bec and Sloane dancing away a little further into the crowd, Sloane’s mango yellow dress like a bright beacon among the sea of moving bodies.

“And what pray tell, are you smiling at?” Bec asks as Billie returns to the group, bopping away to the beat of the song that’s pulsing in the air.

Billie grins sheepishly, handing off the drinks to each of the girls before taking a long, much needed sip herself. To say she felt hot was an understatement, a thin sheen of sweat threatening to form on her forehead beneath the multiple layers of setting powder she’d applied this morning.

“That guy from before, he was with me in the line again” Billie explains after she swallows, crunching down on an ice cube, “He’s really fucking cute”.

“Oh I could not agree more” Sloane remarks, turning to look over at the bar and letting out a low whistling sound.

Billie looks over at her friend and follows her eye line, finding her mystery guy walking back to his group with his drinks in hand, seemingly oblivious to his new private audience. Billie sucks in a breath as she watches him, suddenly desperate for another sip of her drink.

Fuck.

Cute, was not nearly a good enough word to describe him.

Billie takes a long drink and turns back to the stage, throwing her hands into the air and dancing along to the beat. She feels free and happy, without a care in the world, deciding that today was quickly shaping up to be one of the best days she’s had in the longest time. The low, chilled beat of the music feels like it’s echoing across the rooftop, the crowd singing along in unison in the best way that only ever happened at concerts. The afternoon sun is starting to lower now, the sunshine still hot and the air still more than warm, the faintest of breezes only just detectable across the writhing crowd.

A shriek from Sloane suddenly jolts Billie from her daydreaming dance trance, Billie and Bec both turning to face their friend, alarm on both their faces.

“Slo what the fuck?” Billie shouts over the noise, simultaneously frowning and laughing at her friend.

“That’s Miles Teller over there” she explains with wide eyes, gesturing with her head so as not to attract too much attention, Billie and Bec both glancing over in the direction. “Pretty sure that’s his wife too. Katie? Keleigh? Something like that?”.

Billie’s own eyes widen when she realises Sloane is right - it’s him alright, minus the Goose moustache he’d all but made famous again last year. They’d all simultaneously swooned over Miles Teller when the Top Gun movie had come out in cinemas, as did seemingly every other female in the world.

“I mean with how much we paid for these tickets, there was bound to be celebrities here” Billie yells over the music, turning back to face the stage and taking another long sip of her drink.

Billie can’t help but smile. She remembered the way she’d nearly freaked out the first time she’d seen a celebrity not long after moving to LA. She’d been out for brunch after a particularly brutal pilates session, grabbing a bite because she was sure she was going to pass out from lack of energy and not make it back home, when she’d looked up from her omelete and seen Chris Pine getting a coffee only a few feet from her. It had taken everything she had not to make an audible sound of surprise, doing her best not to openly stare at the guy she’d only ever seen on a screen before.

“Wait, Bil!”

Billie turns back around when she feels Sloane’s grip on her arm, her friend suddenly shaking her violently and making even Bec stop dancing.

“That guy? Your hot guy that I said looks so familiar?” she adds, eyes once again wide as she looks at Billie and Bec and back again.

Bec is frowning now, unsure what the hell is going on, looking from Billie and Sloane over to where the guy is standing with his group of friends.

“What are you talking about Sloane?”

Billie shakes her head still confused, Sloane’s entire expression transforming as her lips part in a wide, incredulous smile.

“The reason he looks so familiar, is because he’s the other hot guy from Top Gun. Glen Powell!”.

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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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