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Brother's Best Friend - Part 9

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

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

CW: Uhh.. you're gonna love it

WC: ~2500

Part 1 | Masterlist

“What’re you up to tonight?” Jake asks casually, about five minutes after you’ve entered the kitchen.

You glance up from your still steeping tea hesitantly; you haven’t spoken to Jake since the pervious night at the club and you’ve all but resolved never to make eye contact with him again. “Uh,” you begin shakily, the stress of the situation resulting in a minor mental shutdown.

You watch as your brother tries on a third Hawaiian shirt and walks over to the mirror in the front hall to check himself out.

You gulp uneasily, your eyes meeting Jake’s as Bradley leaves the kitchen. “Just studying,” you finish, finally remembering your plans for the evening.

“Studying, huh?” Bradley calls from the foyer. A second later, he reemerges with a smirk on his face. “I know what that means.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and then shoots Jake a knowing grin.

Jake appears, at the very least, unimpressed with Bradley’s insinuation and, quite possibly, even critical of it. He gives him an irked look and proceeds to flip more aggressively through an old National Geographic magazine, one from the stack currently sitting on the living room coffee table. “You look like a douche in that shirt,” Jake grumbles.

Bradley’s eyebrows converge as he stares at his friend with a mixture of shock and disappointment. “Is that true?” he asks, turning to you for support as if you’re there to mediate.

You shrug. “I don’t think the shirt has anything to do with it,” you say.

Jake snorts out a laugh while Bradley’s mouth falls open in outrage. He looks between you and Jake and shakes his head. “That’s how it’s gonna be?”

“Maybe wear a t-shirt,” you suggest. “Borrow one of Jake’s.”

Jake gives you an amused look. “You think I’m just handing out band tees?”

Bradley narrows his eyes. “I feel like I’m missing something.”

“I just finished a load of laundry and I’ve got a Pantera shirt you can wear,” you continue, already smiling in anticipation of Jake’s reaction.

Jake lifts his eyebrows with a grin. “I thought that wasn’t appropriate dating attire. Too many skulls or some shit?”

Bradley places his hands on his hips and tilts his head suspiciously. “I…” he begins. “I have questions,” he concludes, still glancing between you and Jake. His knotted eyebrows indeed confirm just how perplexed he is. “But I’m already late. So, I guess douche shirt’s gonna have to do.” He grabs his jacket off the back of a kitchen chair and heads back out into the hall.

“Have fun!” Jake calls, leaning into the table so that his voice carries through to the front door.

“You sure you don’t want to come?” Bradley calls back. “We’ll be meeting up with her friends later tonight. They’re female.”

You roll your eyes, removing the tea bag from your mug. You look up to see that Jake’s gaze is trained on you.

“I’m good,” Jake calls back, finally breaking eye contact with you. He reverts his attention to the article before him detailing the mating rituals of various species of primates.

“See you tomorrow, then!” Bradley calls, and then the door shuts behind him.

A predictable, but still awkward, silence follows Bradley's departure. You finish preparing your tea while your heart batters relentlessly against your ribcage, daring you to say something – anything – about the previous night’s affairs. Naturally, you ignore this sensible impulse, starting for the staircase mutely after shooting Jake a quick, rigid smile.

Jake’s eyes follow you as you cross the room. “You got a date with ‘study group’ guy?” he asks pointedly, using air quotes to emphasize study group as though your evening is sure to consist of anything but that.

You pause, holding your mug close to your chest. “It’s not a date,” you say, although, at this point, you kind of wish that it were.

Jake raises his eyebrows like your response has only served to reinforce his skepticism. “Why do you even need to study?” he says with a cringe. “You’re already smart.”

You purse your lips to suppress a grin. “Funny,” you comment, continuing toward the stairs.

“I could help,” Jake offers.

You glance at him over your shoulder in surprise. “What?”

Jake closes the magazine and straightens his back. “I could help you study.”

You stare at him, trying to imagine how that might go down. “What do you know about psychology?” you ask, having already decided that, despite his noblest intentions, Jake’s assistance would be absolutely useless.

Jake scoffs. “I don’t need to know anything about it to help you cram for a test. You got flash cards?”

You give him a flat look. “It’s an oral exam.”

The corner of his mouth twitches. “Say what, now?”

You close your eyes and massage your temple irritably. “It’s worth fifty percent of my grade.”

Jake grimaces. “How good are you at oral?”

You let out an indignant cry, wishing you had something in your hands to throw at him other than a ceramic mug full of scalding liquid. “And this is why I’m studying with ‘study group’ guy,” you retort, stomping up the stairs.

“I’m joking!” Jake laughs, getting to his feet. “Come back!”

But you’re already on the second floor and you shut your bedroom door before he can say anything else.

…

Twenty minutes later, you return with your book bag, your empty mug, and a disparaging look on your face as Jake approaches the bottom of the stairs to greet you with a sheepish grin.

“Come on, Baby B,” he says as you set your bag down and glide by him with an eyeroll, heading for the sink. “It was a joke.” He follows you through the kitchen and leans into the counter as you start to wash your mug.

You bite into the inside of your cheek to keep a straight face. It’s not every day that Jake takes responsibility for his actions, and you’re sort of enjoying the groveling. “I’m not mad, I just think you’re an idiot.”

“See? I told you you’re smart,” Jake says.

You sigh, glancing up at him wearily. “Unfortunately, my extensive knowledge of Jake Seresin isn’t going to help me pass my midterm.”

“Shame,” he responds with a slight grin. “’Cause you’d ace that.”

You chuckle. “You think?”

Jake’s smile falters and he leans his back into the refrigerator. His eyes scan your face like he’s searching for something. You wonder if he’s finally going to address the elephant in the room, but he just exhales moodily and drops his gaze. “Well, have fun,” he mumbles to the floor.

You narrow your eyes and let out a somewhat resentful scoff. It’s just like Jake to lead a girl on, and you should have known that – after all, you’re apparently the leading expert on Jake Seresin. “Oh yes,” you say. “Studying’s a blast.”

Jake lifts his eyes solemnly. “Come on, you’re not that naïve.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask, picking your book bag back up.

Jake’s gaze slips briefly to your bare abdomen, framed by the hem of your crop top and the band of your baggy joggers. “This dude only wants one thing,” he says. “And it’s not to help you prepare for midterms.”

You let out a cackle and head out of the kitchen. “Seresin, please!” you exclaim. “Not every guy in the world is a total pig.”

“How many people are you meeting tonight?” he asks, trailing behind you.

You pause at the door before putting on your shoes. “He couldn’t get a hold of anyone else,” you respond innocently, trying not to cringe at the – now that you think about it – ridiculous excuse ‘study group’ guy has given you.

“Right,” Jake mutters, taking the bag off your shoulder when you bend down to put on your sneakers.

You stand back up and your eyes meet his for a moment. He looks like he’s got more to say but you have a feeling he isn’t going to say it. “I can handle myself,” you reassure him.

Jake watches you with a dubious expression. “As long as you know what you’re walking into,” he says.

You laugh, taking a step back to ease some of the tension that’s got your back muscles seizing up. “And even if he does have an ulterior motive – which I seriously doubt – would it really be so terrible?”

Jake doesn’t seem as amused at this prospect as you. “It would be manipulative,” he responds levelly.

You shrug nonchalantly. “I don’t think it’s a big deal.”

He squints slightly and you feel like he’s judging your answer. “I thought you needed to study.”

“I do!” you respond defensively. “And I’m not going with the intention of engaging in any…” you pause, thinking of a way to put what you’re about to say more delicately. “… other activities,” you finish with a minor wince. “But, if an opportunity happens to present itself –”

Jake raises his eyebrows. “An opportunity,” he echoes in the same disapproving tone.

“What, like you’ve never taken advantage of an opportunity.”

Jake juts out his jaw in a sulking manner, pondering over your allegation without disputing it. He looks a fair bit guilty but that may very well be your personal interpretation. Finally, he reaches for the door and opens it resignedly. “Call me if you need me,” he says.

You sigh, standing in front of the open door. “You don’t have any plans?” you ask, almost cautiously because you probably don’t want to know the answer.

Jake purses his lips and shakes his head.

This gives you pause, but you try not to let the defeated look on his face sway you. You aren’t sure what he stands to gain from this particular transaction, but you doubt his motive for offering to help is entirely altruistic.

Perhaps he’s gunning for a clean slate. Trying to be a friend. Trying to eclipse recent, reprehensible behavior with an act of goodwill. Maybe he’s worried that you’re mad, or that he might lose you.

The fact of the matter is, you could speculate till the cows come home, but you won’t know unless you ask. So, in a move not even you could have predicted, you do just that. “Why would you even want to waste your evening studying?” you probe.

Jake tilts his head to the side and squints his eyes at you in confusion. “Just tryin’ to help,” he responds.

You look down at your feet uncomfortably and shrug, but continue prodding, nonetheless. “I mean, you could be out with my brother.” What you really want to say is that he could be hooking up with a new chick within the hour if he feels like it; it wouldn’t even be a challenge.

“Didn’t wanna crash his date.”

You glance up at him sharply, wondering if that is, indeed, the only reason he chose to stay behind. His eyes slide slowly over your face as though he’s trying to guess what you’re going to say next. You gulp uneasily; being scrutinized by the guy of your dreams is hardly an enjoyable pastime. At the same time, it’s wildly thrilling to have his undivided attention. “No other reason?” you ask with a slight break in your voice, your throat decidedly too dry to pose any further questions.

Jake glances pointedly at the open door he's still holding and then back at you. He doesn’t respond, nor does he inquire why you’ve still not left. Instead, he starts to slowly close the door, his eyes boring into yours so intently you think the weight of his gaze might vaporize you.

You feel a warmth wash over you – no; a heat. It’s a distressingly abrupt sensation, like you’ve been shoved into an oven set to broil. But it’s nothing new. You’ve experienced this kind of nauseating high before and you’re just as unamused with this bodily reaction now as you’ve been in the past.

Jake stands very still, his back to the door he’s just shut, stalling. And despite the very persistent voice in the back of your head telling you he can’t possibly be interested in pursuing anything remotely romantic with his best friend’s little sister, the hesitation on his face is telling quite a different tale. Jake is torn.

You can relate. You’ve been simultaneously longing for and avoiding direct contact with him for ages. “You, uh” – you take a shallow breath and nervously lick your lips. “You think I’ll get more studying done if I stay?” you ask faintly.

Jake watches you carefully, as though he’s giving himself a minute to consider your question. He takes a step toward you, lowering his face to maintain eye contact. And, while his expression remains mostly impassive, you swear that you notice a brief flicker of exhilaration pass over his features right before he says, “I can’t promise that.”

You stare at him, frozen in place as he takes your chin in his hand and lifts it ever so slightly, as if he knows that you’re in no condition to elevate it on your own. Then, just as you’re about to say something completely irrelevant to fill the silence, Jake’s lips pass softly over yours.

And that’s when you come entirely apart. Your book bag crashes to the floor as your arm drops limply at your side. Your legs vibrate feebly, fighting to keep you standing. But you ignore the – indeed concerning – widespread weakness sweeping through your body. Because the only matter worth attending to is Jake’s hand as it slides purposely down to your throat, his thumb curling around as though he means to choke you.

Admittedly, you’d let him.

But his fingers don’t commit to a firm grasp by any means, instead, they glide up and down, intermittently applying a gentle pressure to your neck as his tongue curves boldly into your open mouth.

Jake Seresin is kissing you.

In a way that no one’s ever kissed you before. In a way that rattles you. Because it’s hungry and unreserved. Because it’s dangerously intimate. Because it’s Jake Seresin.

He’s kissing you like he already knows just how you like to be kissed. Or… the way you like to be kissed just happens to be the way he kisses. He’s had plenty of practice, after all.

Whatever the case may be, there’s a fire at the tip of every one of his fingers, and it follows the length of your collarbone in their wake. There’s a spark in the friction of every touch, at every point of contact.

It’s in the sweet burn of your bottom lip when he catches it between his teeth. It’s in the way he nudges your face with the tip of his nose in between kisses. It’s in his eyes when he finally releases your lips and meets your gaze; it’s in the silence.

You swallow, looking up at him anxiously, unsure how it’s even possible that you’re still standing. Jake is watching you with an unsettling blend of affection and alarm. He sighs finally and tugs on your elbow, pulling you in to rest his forehead over yours. “Fuck,” he mutters, closing his eyes and releasing a heavy – and noticeably unsteady – breath. “Your brother’s gonna kill me.”

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 3 months

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The Danger Zone (Part 20) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC

Word Count: 3.8k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ ONLY.

Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy; Military Inaccuracies; Medical Inaccuracies; Crying; Angst; Family Drama; Deployments; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description

Summary: You go into labor.

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“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Penny cooed, grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze. Wiping your tears, she gently touched your shoulder so that you would look at her. “It’s going to be okay. I know it’s scary, but your daughter is coming, and you'll finally get to meet her.”

“But she’s early. She’s not supposed to come yet. She’s still got at least another week,” you whimpered, clutching your bump protectively as more tears streamed down your cheeks. “And Jake’s not here yet.”

“I know, he's not," Penny replied softly, trying to calm you.

"And I can't do it without him!"

"Honey, we need to go to the hospital right now." Penny was still soft with her voice, but there was an edge of force there too. "Your water broke. So, we have to go. Okay?" And though you were still crying, you didn't fight Penny as she led you back to your bedroom. "Come on, let's get you into some clean clothes and then we'll go."

Penny gave Maverick a look before closing the door behind her. He moved to grab a mop and clean up the fluid. Hastily pulling out his phone, Maverick pressed on Bradley's name before balancing his phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Hey, Mav, what’s up?” Rooster asked, picking up on the third ring.

“Has Jake landed at base yet?”

“No, I think he’s still a few hours out. Why?”

“Her water just broke.”

“Are you shitting me?” Rooster questioned quietly.

“No, I’m not. And she’s already upset and crying. Penny’s getting her ready for the hospital."

"Has she mentioned him?"

"She said that she can't do it without him."

"Jesus Christ."

"Check with Cyclone about Jake.”

“I’ll go now and call you back.”

“Alright, I’m going to be driving them to the hospital.” Maverick glanced at your bedroom before turning back to his conversation with Rooster. “Penny's taking care of her."

"I'll try my best to get him there as soon as possible."

Maverick hung up the call and turned to see Penny leading you out of your bedroom. He jogged over and grabbed the hospital bag before standing on your other side. You were still silently crying but didn’t fight them as they pulled you out to the car.

“I’ll move the car seat to the back for now," Maverick stated, pulling it out and putting it in the trunk.

Penny got you situated in the backseat before climbing into the back on the other side. Maverick closed the trunk and ran around to start the car. You leaned back in your seat and closed your eyes as tears streamed down your cheeks. Penny rubbed your back as Maverick pulled out of the driveway and headed for the hospital.

"You're going to be okay," Penny assured you, giving your hand a squeeze. "Just focus on your breathing."

“Traffic is horrible,” Maverick cursed, taking a right down a side road.

“They’re doing all of that construction,” Penny sighed, turning to you as you let out a whimper. Timing your contraction, Penny held your hand. “We’ll get you there soon.”

"Why couldn't she wait?" you whimpered, staring down at your bump. "Why does she have to come now? When he's not here."

"Babies come when they're ready, not when it's convenient," Penny replied softly, rubbing your arm.

Maverick glanced back in the mirror at you and his heart broke at how defeated you looked. All he could do was hope that the baby wasn’t in a rush and that Jake would land soon.

“I need Jake,” you cried, causing Penny to hug you tighter into her side. "I need him. I can't do it, Penny."

“You can do it, Honey. It's going to be alright. Jake will be home soon, and he'll be right at your side as soon as he can."

“It’s not fair,” you sobbed, causing Maverick’s jaw to lock into place. “It’s not fair.”

~~~~~

Rooster strode through the halls of NAS North Island with a determined look. He shared a short conversation with Cyclone’s secretary before hurriedly knocking on the door. Cyclone called for him to enter and Rooster stepped inside. Giving Cyclone a half-assed greeting, Rooster didn’t pause until he was standing in front of Cyclone’s desk.

“What’s wrong, Rooster?”

“How far away is Hangman?”

“About two hours as a guess. Why?” Cyclone asked, leaning forward.

“My sister’s water broke. She’s on her way to the hospital right now,” Rooster explained quietly, tension radiating off of him. “And I’m trying to figure out if her husband’s going to be there for her or not.”

Cyclone nodded and turned to his computer. Typing in some quick commands, he turned back to Rooster.

“His ETA is a little less than three hours.”

“Three hours?” Rooster repeated dejectedly. It was clearly not the answer that he was hoping for.

“Is she progressing quickly?”

“I don’t know. I’m still waiting for Maverick to call me.”

“Unfortunately, there’s nothing else we can do to get him here earlier. But you have clearance to be there waiting for him. I’ll have him dismissed immediately, given the circumstances.”

“Thank you, sir.”

~~~~~

You were led to a wheelchair and slowly sat down. Maverick quickly pushed you into the hospital. Penny ran alongside the two of you and held the door open. You were immediately admitted, and Maverick and Penny waited out in the hall while you were assessed.

“Rooster says that Jake is three hours out,” Maverick sighed, causing Penny to nod slowly. “Cyclone’s dismissing him as soon as he arrives. Rooster is going to bring him here. I just hope that the traffic isn’t too bad, and this kid isn't in a rush.”

"I'm worried about her, Pete," Penny stated quietly, resting her hand on her chest. "She hasn't been herself for weeks."

"I know," Maverick sighed, rubbing his face. "I don't know what to do. If we tell her that he's coming, she might get better, but if she has to deliver the baby sooner, she's going to fight it. And if we don't tell her, and Jake gets here after the baby's born, I'll feel like I betrayed her."

"Let's not jump to decisions right now," Penny replied, causing Maverick to nod. "Let's just wait and talk to the doctor and see how she's doing."

When the doctor stepped out of the room, Penny and Maverick quickly turned to her. She walked over and greeted them before getting straight to business.

"She's about five centimeters dilated now. Her blood pressure is a little high, but we're monitoring it. The baby is healthy. After talking with her, it sounds like she was in early labor since yesterday evening." Penny and Maverick shared a look before turning back to the doctor. "I'm assuming that she didn't tell you?"

"No, she didn't," Maverick stated, resting his hands on his hips.

"Has she expressed any fear of labor to you or anyone else?"

"Not exactly."

"Her husband is deployed," Penny explained quietly. "She hasn't really been herself since he left and we're worried that she's going to try and fight labor because he's not here."

"I see," the doctor replied, nodding slowly.

"He's coming home today, but we didn't tell her before her water broke. We're worried about telling her now."

"How far away is he?"

"A little more than two hours probably," Maverick stated, causing the doctor to pause for a moment.

"How fast is she progressing?"

"She'll deliver in a few hours, if she keeps going as she is now."

"A few hours?"

"Somewhere between three to five, I would guess."

"Shit," Maverick sighed, rubbing his face again.

"Can I check on her?" Penny asked, causing the doctor to nod and walk off. Turning to Maverick, she squeezed his shoulder, knowing that he was going to run off and try and get Jake here sooner. "Get him here, Pete."

"Just keep her as calm as you can. And if the baby has to come, the baby has to come."

They shared a quick kiss before heading to their separate missions. You were laying on your hospital bed on your side, clutching something to your chest. There were several monitors hooked up to you and Penny walked around the bed.

"How're you doing?" Penny asked softly, brushing her hand down your back.

She paused when she looked down and saw that you were clutching one of Jake's shirts. Your nose was buried in the fabric, and you were clearly trying to soothe yourself with it.

"She's coming," you replied quietly.

"She is," Penny agreed, nodding slowly. "It'll be alright."

You didn't respond and simply closed your eyes and held Jake's shirt to your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing.

~~~~~

Jake stared out at the wide blue sky in front of him. Trying to not get antsy and pull a Hangman, as Rooster would have said, Jake took a breath. Glancing at the photo of the two of you as you held up a picture of your ultrasound, Jake nodded to himself before turning forward once again.

“I’m coming home, Honey. Just a little longer.”

~~~~~

You stared at the ceiling as the nurse walked off. It seemed that your daughter would be arriving in a few short hours. Resting your hands on your bump, you simply sat there, staring blankly ahead.

“We haven’t even picked a name yet,” you told Penny softly. “We couldn’t decide on one.”

“What about a middle name?”

“Caroline. For my mom.”

"Of course," Penny stated, watching your expression worriedly. "But don't worry about her name right now. It's a big decision. And there's nothing wrong with thinking carefully about it."

“How did you decide on Amelia?”

“Amelia Earhart,” Penny stated, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“I thought your ex was a sailor?”

“He is, yeah.”

The two of you shared a small smile and laugh. But as the humor faded and you were left with the realization that Jake wouldn't be there to name your daughter with you, you worked yourself up all over again.

“I don’t want to have to name her without him,” you whispered, your voice breaking again.

Penny got up and pulled you in for a hug, whispering soft words as you let more tears fall. You took in a shaky breath and curled against her chest, already emotionally drained.

“He should be here. He should get to be here. He wanted to be here.”

Penny rocked you gently and stared out the window, hoping that she would see the Bronco driving down the road towards the hospital. Giving you another squeeze, she held you by your shoulders and offered you a reassuring motherly smile.

“He loves you. And he loves your baby. And I know that he’s going to come home to you as soon as he can.”

~~~~~

Rooster paced anxiously as Hondo stood behind him, keeping an ear to the radios. Jake’s plane was due soon and Rooster wasn’t able to sit still with the knowledge that your labor was progressing quickly. Holding his hand to his chin, Rooster kept his gaze to the ground and his feet constantly moving to occupy himself.

“They’re starting the landing sequences now,” Hondo told Rooster.

He turned and stared at the approaching planes. Holding himself back until he knew that it was safe to approach, Rooster strode forward with the ground crew. And then he started running when he spotted Hangman climbing out of his plane.

“Hangman!” he yelled, causing Jake to pick his head up sharply. “Let’s go!”

Jake jumped down the ladder, hearing the urgency in Bradley’s voice, and hurried over.

“What’s wrong?” Jake yelled, reaching Bradley quickly.

“Her water broke. She’s in labor,” Rooster told him as they both ran, causing Jake to freeze for a second.

“She’s not due for another week and half!”

“Take it up with your daughter! And get your ass in gear!”

~~~~~

“Fuck, it hurts,” you sobbed, rocking your hips as you buried your face in your arms.

You were bent over the hospital bed as your contractions grew more intense. You felt like you could barely stand when your contractions hit now, which only meant that your daughter was even closer to being born. Letting out another whine of pain, your grip tightened on the bed.

“Breathe. You’re doing so well,” Penny coached you, helping you rock your hips. “You're doing amazing."

Penny helped you straighten up as the contraction ended. You took a moment to steady yourself and let the pain subside. Penny pulled out her phone when she felt it buzz and saw Maverick’s text. She read through it quickly before moving to help you again.

She didn’t speak, knowing that you were trying to focus. But Jake was coming. He was on his way. He was coming to be here for the birth of your daughter.

~~~~~

“This is your definition of a short cut!?” Jake complained loudly.

With the heavy traffic built up in front of them, Jake held his hands to his face and let out a groan of frustration. With the highway a disaster due to construction, they decided to take back roads. But so did everyone else. They had been stuck at this same light for two full rotations and Jake felt like he was going to scream. Actually, he was already screaming.

“I told you that you should have taken a left!”

“It was impossible!” Bradley snapped back, focused forward.

“Then let me drive!”

“So that you can get us into an accident!? No!”

Jake tugged at his hair, trying to keep calm. But he was rapidly failing. You were only a few miles away, in labor with your daughter, and he came all of this way, and he was still going to miss it. Because of stupid traffic.

“Move!” Jake and Bradley yelled as soon as the light turned green.

~~~~~

Closing your eyes, you breathed in and out as you listened to soothing music, trying to prepare yourself for the next part.

“Everything looks good,” your nurse told Penny, who smiled and nodded in thanks.

Penny walked around to the side of the bed that you were facing, and her expression softened when she saw that you were cuddling one of Jake’s shirts again, trying to soothe yourself with the lingering scent. Looking out the window, she sighed.

“Get here quickly, Seresin.”

~~~~~

“Should I just run at this point!?” Jake yelled, sitting up in his seat.

“It’s five miles!”

“I’ve run further!”

“This is still faster,” Bradley countered, causing Jake to huff and hold his head in his hands.

“I can’t just sit here like a useless asshole while she has our baby!”

“I’m not asking you to just sit there! Just calm down!"

“Would you be calm if our positions were reversed!?”

“On the outside, yes.”

“Bullshit!”

“It’s not bullshit!”

While Jake and Bradley continued to bicker, a Kawasaki pulled up alongside them. Maverick looked into the Bronco and frowned when he saw Bradley and Jake arguing, completely ignoring him. He revved the engine, but it didn’t seem to get their attention.

“Jake!”

“We should have just stayed on the highway!” Jake argued loudly.

“Bradley!”

“I’m trying the best that I can! Why don’t you try navigating for once!?” Bradley yelled back.

“Hello!?”

Getting off of his bike, Maverick stalked forward and banged his fist on the glass, causing Jake and Bradley to finally turn to him. Bradley lowered the window down as Maverick shot them both a look.

“Are you two finished?”

Jake hopped out of the Bronco got onto the back of the Kawasaki without another word. Maverick sped down the street, weaving in and out of traffic, and heading straight for the hospital.

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Penny squeezed your hand when she noticed how terrified you were. Your daughter was coming into the world shortly whether you were ready for her or not.

“I can't do this,” you whispered shakily. “She can’t be coming now. I’m not ready. I can’t do it.”

“Of course, you can do it.”

“No, I can’t! I can’t do it!” you sobbed, looking absolutely stricken with fear. “I want to go home, Penny! I can’t do this!”

“Yes, you can,” Penny replied more firmly. “Hey, you’ve been preparing for this moment your whole pregnancy. You took the class, read the books, and you made a plan. You’re ready to do this. You can do this. You’re stronger than you think.”

“She can come another day.”

“No, she can’t. She’s coming today. And I know that’s scary. Believe me, I was terrified when I was in your position. But then Amelia was born, and all of that fear and pain disappeared. Because I had my beautiful daughter in my arms. And you’ll get that moment too. And I’ll be here with you for it, okay?”

“She better not have his big fat head," you cried out.

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Jake jumped off the Kawasaki and ran into the hospital. Maverick had informed the front desk people about the situation, and they quickly got him checked into the ward.

Rushing down the hall, Jake weaved in between nurses, patients, and family members, searching for your room number. Penny stepped out of your room and waved for him.

Jake hurried the rest of the way down the hall. You sat up on your head, confused at why Penny rushed to the door. But when your husband appeared out of seemingly nowhere, still in his flight suit, you couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Jake!"

He rushed to your side and pulled you in for a hug. You latched onto your husband, sobbing tears of relief and joy as he pressed a series of kisses to your head. Turning his head, Jake gave you a soft and loving kiss before pulling back and resting his head against your own.

"You're here," you breathed out, cupping his cheeks with your hands. Like you weren't convinced that he was real.

"I'm here," he assured you. "I thought that I would surprise you. But it looks like Baby Girl surprised us first."

"She is your daughter, after all."

Penny smiled at the interaction and looked down the hall to see Maverick walking over with a bag for Jake. He stood beside Penny as you and Jake talked softly, sharing a kiss every few seconds.

"I think I'll just leave this on the chair," Maverick joked, causing Penny to smack him lightly on the chest.

"He made it?" the nurse asked, looking into your room.

"He made it."

Jake reluctantly left your side for a moment to change out of his flight suit and take a quick shower to get the smell of jet fuel and sweat off of him before returning to your side. Maverick and Penny said their goodbyes before you and Jake were left alone.

Your contractions were growing more intense and closer together and not even fifteen minutes after Jake arrived, your nurse assessed you one last time.

"I'm going to get the doctor. You're fully dilated."

Jake squeezed your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it as the nurse hurried off. More people started to walk into the room to get you prepped for delivery, but your eyes never left Jake. He leaned over a pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"She's coming," you breathed out, holding tightly to your husband.

"She is," Jake agreed, trying to keep his voice level. "And I'm here for you through the whole thing, alright? You let me know what you need me to do and I'll be there."

"I know, Jake," you replied, smiling nervously. "I love you."

"I love you too," Jake stated, pressing a kiss to your wedding band. "Let's meet our daughter."

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In the waiting area, your family sat around anxiously for news about you and the baby. They were all lounging around, guessing about your status, when the nursery tune played overhead.

“You think that was them?” Maverick asked Penny.

“It could be. We'll have to wait a little longer to find out.”

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"She's here!"

You let out a choked sob, leaning back against the hospital bed as the doctor lifted your daughter up so that you could see her. Jake stood, frozen, as the doctor placed your daughter down on your chest for some skin to skin.

Cuddling your daughter, who was still screaming at the top of her lungs, you laughed incredulously, tears blurring your vision. You held her little head to your cheek, turning to Jake with the most lovestruck expression he had ever seen.

Jake, breaking out of his frozen state, slowly straightened up and pressed a kiss to your lips. You smiled up at him before turning back to your daughter.

“She’s here,” you croaked out, laughing incredulously. “Holy shit, she’s actually here.”

“You did amazing,” Jake praised you, staring down at your daughter with a sense of awe. “She’s . . . she’s so beautiful.” Pressing another shaky kiss to your head, he added, "She’s perfect.”

The next few minutes was a bit of a haze, but soon enough, you were cuddling your daughter to your chest again. Resting your hand on her back and keeping her secure, you smiled to yourself and took in the moment. You looked up at Jake, and smiled, almost feeling like you were on cloud nine.

"Do you want to hold her?" you asked softly.

"Of course, I want to hold her. But did you want more time with her?"

"Just hold your daughter, Jake."

Jake sat down in a chair and a nurse brought your daughter over to him. He took off his shirt and accepted your daughter into his arms. The nurse gave him some quick instructions before stepping back to give the two of them their first moment together. You smiled as you watched them from your bed.

"Hi, sweetheart," he breathed out softly, not wanting to startle her. Gently running his finger through her short hair, Jake sniffled as he felt her move against him. "I can't believe you're finally here." Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he held his head there for a moment. "I love you so much, sweetheart. And I promise you that I'll tell you that every day that I have."

Your daughter stuck her tongue out at him, causing Jake to smile to himself, before turning back to you.

“I guess it’s not just the two of us anymore,” he stated softly.

“No,” you agreed, looking down at your daughter. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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chiabeanz · 10 months

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not to be crude or anything but i need him in my bed, like, right now.

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all you had to do was stay ✪ part 7

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader

Summary: Six years ago Jake hit your life like a hurricane. In and out in a matter of weeks. You thought after you get over the disappointment of him leaving without saying a word you’d never think of him again. But then two pink lines change your life forever. Now he’s back and still has no idea that the little girl by your side is his daughter.

Words: 2k

Warnings: fluff, angst, me not knowing how the navy works lmao

A/N: Here’s part seven!! enjoy

feedback is always appreciated <3

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I love you, daddy.

The words have been repeating in Jake’s head ever since Josie uttered them. They’re what’s been keeping him going while mission training gets more intense. He spends every free moment with you and Josie, and he feels like you’re becoming a real family. He doesn’t think he’s ever been happier in his life. Not his first time flying a fighter jet, not when he graduated from the academy, not when he got to Top Gun the first time. This, being with you and Josie, makes him happy, gives him purpose. He didn’t know if he’d ever have kids. He’s thought about it when his first niece was born, but he didn’t have a partner, didn’t even date, so it seemed out of reach. And he thought maybe it was for the best. Little did he know he was already a father. When his eldest niece was born Josie was already a year old. And he had no idea.

So now he wants to make up for lost time. And it’s starting to take its toll. He doesn’t get much sleep, but that’s the price he’s willing to pay to spend time with his daughter. And with you.

He’s still focused at work, but it takes a lot more energy than usual.

Coming back to Top Gun and finding out about Josie has changed Jake’s life in a way he never expected it to. And it didn’t only change his plans for the future but his priorities, too. Josie’s nightmare and almost kissing you the other night was an eye opener for him. He wants to spend as much time as possible with the two of you. Wants to be a real family. And now he feels like maybe he’s got a chance. That maybe you finally trust him again and that there are still at least some feelings for him left. He’ll do everything to make you his. He’ll wait forever if he needs to.

He knows that his job will put a strain on things, that he won’t always be there when you need him. And he hates that. If it were up to him he’d never leave you and Josie out of his sight. Okay, that sounds a little creepy, but he doesn’t mean it in an overbearing way. He just doesn’t want to be without you.

He’s certain it won’t be easy for him to get the future he wants, to get the best of both worlds, but he’ll do everything in his power to make it happen. He’s already got the ball rolling on some changes. But he doesn’t know if it’ll work out.

He’s got a long day of training ahead of him, the mission drawing closer quicker than he would like to, especially because he didn’t know where he was headed when he came back. If he came back.

He shakes his head, that’s no way to think about it. This is the most dangerous mission he’ll ever fly and there’s so much at stake. And he needs to get back to you and Josie. He needs to see Josie grow up.

“Let’s go, Hangman.” Coyote’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts and he finally manages to get into his work mindset. He can’t afford to be distracted at work.

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When Jake checks his phone after a day of training the most difficult maneuver he’s ever had to do, he’s got about thirty missed calls from you. His heart drops. Something must’ve happened. You rarely call him. Let alone thirty times.

He calls you back immediately but he only reaches your voice mail. He tries again and again and again.

Nothing.

He’s beyond worried, his thoughts are filled with worst case scenarios as he messily grabs his stuff, doesn’t even change into his regular clothes and bolts out the door. The rest of his squad are eyeing him with confused expressions but he doesn’t even notice them. All he can think about is that he needs to get to you.

Since you’re still not picking up your phone he decides his best bet is driving to your house. See if you’re home.

You’re not.

Your car isn’t in the drive way and when he rings the doorbell no-one opens. All the lights are off and his only option is to wait. He keeps calling but you don’t pick up. He doesn’t know if you’re missing his calls because you don’t notice him calling or if you’re purposely not picking up the phone.

He’s a mess.

It’s almost two hours later when your car finally pulls into your driveway.

✩̿✪̿✩̿

Turns out that Josie broke her arm when she fell from the monkey bars. She doesn’t have to get surgery but they put a cast on her arm that needs to stay on for six weeks. Luckily, Josie is at that age where having a cast is cool and she wants all her friends to sign it. The whole thing might’ve been more traumatising for you than for her. Especially because of your anger towards Jake. He’s tried calling, but you were too stubborn to pick up. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine, show him what it’s like. Is it the most healthy thing to do? Definitely not. But you were a mess.

When you turn onto your street you can see Jake sitting on your porch steps. He’s still in his flight suit and his hair looks like he’s run his hand through it at least a million times. He must’ve sat there for a while. It makes you feel bad for a second but then you remember what you’ve gone through the past couple hours and you’re angry again.

“I called you about a hundred times!” Jake says as you step out of the car. He’s walking towards you now, his eyes scanning over your body as if he’s looking for injuries.

“Well, so did I.” You open Josie’s door and help her out of the car. When she sees Jake her eyes light up.

“Daddy, look! I’ve got a cast! They made it my favourite colour!” She shows off the green cast that’s covering her forearm. “Will you sign it?”

“Of course, I’ll sign it.” He forces a smile. “What happened?”

“I fell from the monkey bars on the playground. It hurt a lot but it’s all better now!”

“C’mon, honey let’s go inside.” You gently push against her back. Jake follows you but halts his steps before walking through the door. He looks uncertain.

“Will you stand out there all evening?” Your voice sounds irritated even to your own ears. And you are. There’s so much you wanna say to him right now but you can’t while Josie is around. Jake finally enters your house and closes the front door.

You spend so much time at the hospital that it’s already past Josie’s bedtime, so that’s what you focus on first. You go through the motions, aware that Jake is always close by, watching as you help Josie brush her teeth and read her a bedtime story.

“Now it’s time for you to sleep, honey.” You put the book on her nightstand and watch as her eyelids get heavier by the second. Seems like the adrenaline is finally wearing off.

“Will you sign my cast now, daddy?” She yawns and even though you’re not looking at him you know there’s a small smile on his face.

“Of course.” Then you hear Jake moving through the room to get a pen from her desk. Josie reaches out her arm and when Jake crouches down next to you. He’s entirely too close, so you get up and take three steps back.

Once he’s done he caps the pen, gives Josie a kiss on the forehead and tells her good night one more time. Then the two of you leave the room.

You can feel the tension rising as you make your way to the living room. You’re too wired up to sit down so you just stand there in the middle of the room, looking at him.

“I was worried sick!” Jake presses out. “You call me thirty times and then don’t pick up? Are you serious?”

“Well, you weren’t picking up your phone either.” You cross your arms in front of your chest.

“I was at work and I didn’t have my phone with me.”

You shrug your shoulders. For some reason you wanna be mad at him. You want to channel all your frustrations and nerves and let it out on him. Maybe because you’re mad at yourself for wishing he’d been there with you. Or maybe because he’s the only person here right now. You’re full of emotions that you don’t know how to deal with.

“And I was at the hospital with your daughter while she was in pain!” You feel tears brimming your eyes. “And you weren’t there! You weren’t there and I wanted you there and I hate it! I hate it, Jake! You came waltzing into our lives out of nowhere and now I need you to be there? It’s unfair! We were fine before you came along.”

You can see the hurt in his eyes and it makes you want to shove the words back into your mouth. But that’s not how it works.

“You don’t need me, sweetheart. I know that. You’re the strongest person I know. Raising our girl on your own … And as much as I wanna be there for you every second of every day, I can’t.”

He’s speaking with so much honesty, it makes you deflate. He cares so much about Josie, he didn’t answer his phone because he couldn’t not because he didn’t want to.

“You should’ve heard her scream, Jake. It was horrible.” The tears you’ve been holding in finally roll down your cheeks and within seconds Jake is there, wrapping his arms around you, soothingly rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry I lashed out at you I know you didn’t have a choice. But I was just—“

“It’s okay. C’mere.” He holds you closer and you let yourself relax against his strong body. It’s been so long since you just let go. So that’s what you do, not caring what he thinks while you’re sobbing, no doubt leaving wet stains on his flight suit.

“Why can’t you have a regular office job?” You murmur against his chest and Jake chuckles softly.

“But then we would’ve never met.”

“True.” You let out a sigh. “Still sucks though.”

It’s quiet for a couple moments while Jake softly sways you from side to side. You’ve never felt so safe. Then he clears his throat.

“I’m leaving for the mission soon.” That makes you look at him. “I can’t tell you anything about it, but … it’s dangerous.”

You stiffen, “How dangerous?”

Jake presses his lips together, looking at the ceiling before his eyes find yours again. “The most dangerous I’ve ever been a part of.”

“Jake …”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You know I’m the best.” The shakiness in his voice betrays his words but you choose to ignore it.

“How much longer until you leave?”

“I can’t really say. But I’ll come over to say goodbye before I leave… I wouldn’t leave without seeing you guys one more time.” There was so much meaning in him saying one more time, but you choose to ignore that as well. “And then when I’m back … I applied for an instructor position at Top Gun. It’s not an office job but I won’t be deployed as much and I’d be close to you guys.”

“What?” This is the first time you’re hearing about him even thinking about choosing a different career path.

“If everything goes to plan I’ll be moving to San Diego soon.” The corners of his mouth tick up.

“But… but you love flying.”

“I love Josie more. And I’ll still be flying, just not for the same reasons. And I’m not going to lie and tell you this is a completely safe position. It’s still dangerous and things happen. But I don’t wanna miss any more than I’ve already missed when it comes to Josie’s life. I wanna be there for all the important milestones.”

Now you’re crying again but for a whole different reason.

“Jake.”

“When you told me about her my priorities just shifted. For a really long time flying was the only thing I had. The only thing that gave me purpose. But now that I know about Josie … she’s biggest and most important purpose of all.”

You really don’t know what to say, so you don’t say anything and just hold him closer and rest your head against his shoulder.

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ereardon · 5 months

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The Backup [Masterlist] — Full length series

Summary: No strings attached sex never works, right? You and Jake Seresin have fallen into a bad pattern of seeking each other out for sex after dates go awry, but a year of being friends with benefits with Jake hasn’t been good for your dating life. Especially when the two of you are hiding your antics from your lifelong best friend Coyote and the rest of your tightly knit friend group. But what happens when you decide to take a step back and end the cycle with Jake to focus on your dating life? And why is it that all of the sudden Jake looks more irresistible than ever when you know he’s off limits?

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Status: Series is ongoing!

Overview:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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rlphunter · 7 months

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Top Gun Fic Recs!

Most if not all of these authors are strictly 18+ Only. Please abide by their rules.

Read each authors warning!!!

I made an attempt at summaries but each author does a better job so please check them out!

I have been lurking mainly in the Top Gun fandom so hi everyone!!

Jake Seresin x Reader

Less Talk (In Progress) by @tongue-like-a-razor

I love this series so much! In the nicest way no pressure way I need this series to end happily but I will also eat up anything they write and so should you!

In Too Deep (In Progress) by @sunlightmurdock

Jake after successfully wooing a single mom has to prove himself to her two kids when she has a work trip. The youngest takes to him but the oldest has their walls up and makes Jake really work for it. This series is so sweet and I can't wait to see how it ends.

Just Friends by @say-al0e

Spoiler alert! They are not just friends. This fic has jealous jake! which is amazing, sweetness and smut. Who could ask for more?

and the truth of the matter is (i’ll never let you go) by @fidogo

Some miscommunication plus smut makes for an amazing fic!

Oh, Baby Universe (In Progress) by @seresinhangmanjake

I am obsessed with this universe! Reader leaves Jake in the dust and then comes back a year later with a mini Jake. Such a warm hug of a series.

Sunkissing by @top-hhun

Jake comes back after eight and a half months and for once has someone to come home to.

Fuck! The Universe (Complete) by @roosterbruiser

Reader is a naval avaitor and the daughter of Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky. An unlikely companionship turns into something more.

De-instigating the Instigator by @jupitercomet

Turns out Jake Seresin does indeed have an off button. This is my absolute comfort fic that I reread ALL THE TIME!

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Like I Can (3 part Completed Series) by @sometimesanalice

The Daggers make a bet that they each have the perfect person to set up with reader. A sweet fic that I reread when I need some nice fluff but makes you work for it a little!

You’re All I Care About by @fandomxpreferences

Reader gets into an accident. A lot of angst.

Two to Tango (Completed Series) by @roosterforme

Little competition between the Naval aviators and Air Force pilots and neither of them are going to back down!

Bob Floyd x Reader

Full of Surprises by @withahappyrefrain

An unexpected side of Bob comes out......... SMUT!

After the Bar by @bradshawswife

Continuing the Bob fucks agenda!

Whoops by @roosterbruiser

An adorable Bob blurb that features our boy and Cats. Who can ask for more?

Why Me? (In Progress) by @lottesreads

A single glance was all it took for Bob to fall for the daughter of Pete “Maverick” Mitchell. I am so excited to see where this series goes!

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jupitercomet · 10 months

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𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐧

summary - When it comes to relationships, Jake Seresin is hardly conventional. He exchanges money for company and stress relief. He clears out a Tiffany's just because he can. He gives you everything you want like it's his job. But the one thing Jake Seresin doesn't do is fall in love - no matter how badly you wish he did.

warnings - sugar daddy au, ceo au, grumpy x sunshine, themes around sex work and objectification, language, fluff, angst, smut, chapter specific

last update - 11/9/23

series;

one for the money two for the show ↳ act i ↳ act ii i love you, honey i'm ready to go

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hellsbarnes · 2 years

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୨ 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (1)₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙟. 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙣 ୧

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x civilian!fem!reader

summary: after sleeping with jake one too many times and getting nowhere, you decide to give up, not knowing how he truly feels.

warnings: nsfw themes, 18+, minors do not interact, lots of angst, heartbreak, unrequited love, mentions of sex, p in v sex, friends with benefits situation, mentions of casual sex (please do not read if you’re uncomfortable)

word count: 2k

author’s note: i had this idea floating around my head and decided to write a fic, i hope you like it! if you would like a part 2, please drop me an ask and i’ll get started on it! please remember to reblog, your feedback is appreciated!

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (2)

The bell that hung at the top of the doors dings and you automatically look up, already knowing who were your next customers, it was already seven on a Friday evening and just like clockwork, the bar doors swings open and in walks the group of aviators who you had overtime, while working for Penny grown to be close friends with.

You could hear Phoenix’s laughter from your bar table with Fanboy saying something about being sure he could beat her at darts this time around, well, she did definitely hold the right to laugh because as far as you or anyone’s concerned, no one could beat Phoenix at darts.

Your gaze meets a pair of emerald green eyes, irises that you would have easily recognized anywhere, and the man shoots you a smirk, almost as if he already knew you would be drawn to him the second he walks in.

“Don’t” You were pulled away when Penny came up to you, empty glasses of shots in hand as she swung her trusty rag over her shoulders, shooting you a look that screamed “don’t look at him”.

“We both know what he is (Y/N),” she says as she puts the glasses and a few other dirty plates into the dishwasher, leaning against the counter. “I know Pen, I’m not gonna do it,” you said, albeit with confidence that you knew deep down you sure as hell didn’t have, but then again, fake it till you make it.

It wasn’t fair that you loved his eyes, who on earth decided it was okay to give him those green eyes, and the way he would tell you things that you wanted to hear, things that none of your exes had ever said, and by god, were you a sucker for the sweet things he whispered into your ear.

“Alright, Mav’s calling me, take care of the bar for me?” Penny asks with a kind smile as she grabs her call, passing her orders to you. “Sure Pen” you reply, sighing when she walks away, perhaps a part of you did envy her relationship with Maverick, sure you knew their story which had started almost the same way as where you and Jake are now, and still, even then, here they are, happy, and you would be lying if you said that you did not harbour the thinnest slither of hope that somehow you and Jake would head up the same road as Penny and Maverick.

You swallow as you will yourself to not give the man a second look, allowing Jake Seresin back into the comfort of your bed was definitely not part of today's itinerary, oh no, you were not about to allow yourself to give in again.

You hadn’t heeded Penny’s, Mav’s, hell you had not listened to whatever anybody had to say about Hangman’s ways of luring woman after woman into his really strong, comfortable arms, staying just for the sex and not giving a hoot about the word, which you figured must be cursed in his dictionary.

Commitment.

You knew, and yet, you gave in to his advances, allowing his lips to mould with yours, throwing all caution into the wind, you barely had time to think when your fingers were carding through his hair, your hands wrapped around his neck as he hoists you up against the wall of your home, mouth pressing warm kisses down the sensitive skin of your neck.

No, you didn’t think when he had hiked your skirt up, hands roaming from the curve of your breasts to your ass, and no you definitely didn’t know what the hell you were getting into when he was finally buried balls deep in you, whispering sinful words into your ears as he urged you to cum for him, you did, your pussy clenching around him in a vice like grip, milking him dry.

When you both come down from your highs, you had watched as he zips up, not even staying for a beer before he was out of your door. It didn’t stop there, no, it happened twice, then thrice, and then, well, you weren’t in the habit of keeping count of exactly how many times you slept with Jake.

You glanced at the notebook, realising that you probably needed to start on the fries listed under the huge word, “orders”. You were about to busy yourself when you heard the chair squeak and you didn’t have to look up to know exactly who it was, the scent of his cedar-wood cologne was enough as it is.

“What’s up Sweets?” Jake starts, and you curse internally at how you reacted to that ridiculous nickname he gave you, after saying something along the lines how sweet you tasted when you were a moaning mess, fingers gripping his hair as he pressed his tongue to your clit just a few nights ago.

You hated yourself for how fast your heart was beating, too fast. “(Y/N)?” he continues and you finally look up, your eyes finally meeting his, and you try to ignore the smirk he wore on his face.

That stupid smirk that landed you in this mess.

“What is it Jake?” you replied and he chuckles, “I almost thought you were ignoring me angel” and you shrugged, “maybe I am” you shoot back and watch as he presses his hand to his chest playfully, “aww now I’m hurt” “Not my problem Seresin,” you reply a little too cooly as you drop the fries into the fryer, the snack sizzling as you prepared a basket for it.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” Jake asks as he brings the mouth of his beer bottle to his lips. You did. You wanted to say but you stop yourself before words that you can’t take back slips out. “Nothing” You say, picking up the clean shot glasses from the dishwasher, cleaning them.

“Come on tell me baby” he pushes and you bite your lip, contemplating if you should tell him that he, Jake frickin’ Seresin, was the one that had made you, in his words, get your panties in a twist.

“I already said it’s nothing” you said and he chuckles, “fine angel, you can tell me later,” he says, that look on his face, that look that he had given you when you first met you and every subsequent time you had apparently fallen on his dick, your lips crashing against his, only for him to toss you aside once he was done.

“Stop” you said, breathing in deeply as you looked at him, the little script that you had drafted up spilling from your lips, “Stop this Jake”.

“What exactly do you want me to stop (Y/N)?”

You exploded, “this Seresin, because whatever we have going on, it has to stop, in fact, it doesn’t exist, because I. Am. Done. You do this every damn time Jake, come to the bar, say things that make me feel things I didn’t even know I could feel, y-you spin my world off its axis and then do absolutely nothing to bring it back.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Don’t you dare (Y/N) me Seresin, all we ever do is fuck and then you leave, I feel so damn empty inside and every time I feel that somehow we’re a little closer to having something real, you just leave! News flash Jake, I’m not another one of your playthings, I refuse to be.” You remonstrated, breathless once you were done, ignoring the looks that you had received from customers and Bob who had been in ear shot all along, giving you a look of sympathy as you picked up what little dignity you’ve left, swallowing hard as you force your tears back.

“(Y/N), listen-”

“I think you should go, go back t-to Coyote or something” you managed to say, voice shaky as you pick up the basket of fries, wiping the tears that escaped your eyes as you walk towards the tables, passing by Maverick who had just arrived, a look of what seemed like understanding flashing across his face as you walk past him, forcing a smile as you placed the food down on the customer’s table.

You turned back, wiping stray tears away with the back of your hand as you walked back to the bar, watching as Jake walked back to the pool table where Coyote hands him a pool cue stick, slapping his back as he tells Hangman to win the game against Rooster.

You felt his gaze on you and ignored it, you couldn’t do this, you were so deep in a hole that you had ironically dug for yourself, you fell so damn hard for Jake that you had somehow constructed a thought that whatever romantic daydreams that you had of him could become a reality.

You failed to notice how he constantly looked towards you, Jake’s heart ached in his chest as he struggled to not spill his thoughts of you, because out of all the women he had been with, he found himself drawing back to you, something about made him turn back, practically dropping all other flings, he was uninterested in them, he only wanted you.

He craved your scent, vanilla and strawberries, he pressed his palm to his pocket, feeling the outline of the keychain you had given him almost a year ago as a birthday gift.

Jake would never tell you how he carried this little trinket around with him in his pocket because he wanted to carry you with him wherever he went, even when he was in his favourite place, the skies. He had long ago treated this as one of his most treasured possessions, his lucky charm and he’d like to think you were his angel, keeping him safe.

Oh, he tried hard as hell to drive himself in the opposite direction, his mind screaming “abort” as he circles back to you, adoration filling him when he hears your laugh, if angels existed, you would easily be one of them, you were gorgeous, and you had a kind, compassionate heart to match.

He was afraid of saying those three little words that he always felt would tear him down, his father had during his childhood reminded him that emotions made a man weak and he had listened, refusing to admit he felt something for you, he was drawn to you like a moth to a burning flame. He couldn’t stop himself, every single wall he had built to stop your smile, the hope and light you radiated into his heart crumbled like sand, and oh, he fell so hard.

Leaving you in the middle of the night was never his intention, he wanted to stay, to hold you like a lover should, to press gentle kisses on your head, he wanted everything to do with you, but his ego and pride stood in the way of that ever happening.

He forced a smile as Coyote cheered after he beat Rooster, he gripped the neck of his beer bottle tightly, he knew your cheeks were tear stained from the way you were turning your back to the bar, refusing to let anyone know you’re hurt, only smiling when Penny returned because you didn’t want her to worry.

That was you, never wanting to ruin the mood, pretending to be alright when you were not, and he could always, always see through the fake smile that you wore during your bad days, and Jake in those moments wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms, tell you that it’s okay to be upset and that you didn’t have to shy away from it, that he was right there with you.

He wanted to protect you, to tell you he loves you, that he felt this little thing called love swell in his chest whenever you smiled, and now he couldn’t, he looks away, clenching his jaw as he grips the bottle so hard he almost thought he’d break it.

He could admit he loves you, hell, he’d go down on his damn knees if you asked him to.

But now, you had him pushed so far away, Jake didn’t know if he had the chance to ever go back into the warmth of your embrace, the embrace he didn’t know he would ever call home.

note: i hope you loved it! please remember to reblog, and if you would like a part 2 to this series, let me know!

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garfield-mug · 7 months

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Could I maybe request some cozy comfort with Jake? A rainy day spent inside with him or something like that, whatever you’re up to, thanks in advance!

A/N: i passed my chem exam so here's a treat! idk how i feel about it, but i don't hate it. would've gotten to this sooner but had halloween plans this weekend, which were very fun. hope you like it! also, i'm getting back into using desk top and it's.... different lmao. also not proof read too hard, so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors. also, requests are still open!

synopsis: in which you want to remember all that you can during your time with jake.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none, just hurt/comfort and fluff, no use of Y/N

It didn't rain often in San Diego, but when it did, it poured. As was the case today, plans for spending the day at the beach long forgotten. Jake was home, which seemed to be a rare occurrence with his long shifts on base mixed with the occasional deployment. A day off for Jake was not to be taken lightly, or for granted, and you didn't intend to. So here you both sat, in your home, sharing a blanket as you watched a movie. You'd tucked yourself into his side, legs over his lap, as he rubbed gentle circles over your back. You'd felt your eyes growing heavier and heavier with each pass of his hand. You take a deep breath and nuzzle your face into his chest.

"You keep doing that and I'm gonna fall asleep."

Jake stops his ministrations, smiling softly. "Close your eyes if you're tired, honey. Not much else to do today."

You love Jake, you really do. You love most everything about him. You especially love spending time with him because time seems to be the thing you can never find enough of. You know him well enough to know that he feels the same way. You're comfortable with him in a way you aren't with anyone else, which is why you don't really know why the feeling of shy embarrassment starts to creep up your throat and crawl through your insides. It's why you can't bring yourself to look at him when you say, "Wanna spend time with you. Can't do that if I'm sleeping, lovey."

Jake exhales, pushing a small laugh through his nose and places a kiss to the crown of your head. "Baby, we have all day to spend together. You can sleep for a few hours. I'll still be here when you wake up."

You sit up straighter so you can see his face, still finding it difficult to look him in the eye. Jake's expression changes to something more serious as he takes in your change in mood. He brings a hand up to your cheek and you lean into his touch. "Honey, what's wrong?"

It takes a second for you to gather your thoughts so you can actually for coherent sentences. Even when talking with Jake, undoubtedly the love of your life, being vulnerable was difficult. You knew he would listen, and god was he a good listener. You knew he wouldn't ever make fun of you or throw it back in your face. Still, that persistent little speck of doubt took root in the back of your mind, always imagining the worst-case scenario. You take a deep breath.

"I just... I want to remember the time I spend with you because I feel like we never get enough. And I don't want you to think that I think I'm not a priority for you or that you don't try to make time for me because I don't. I don't think that. I know you try so, so hard. It's just that we both have different schedules and sometimes you're shipped off for months at a time and I know you can't control that. It's not your fault, but it just really fucking sucks when you're not here, so I want to get as much of you as I can."

Your cheeks are warm, your neck is warm. You can kind of hear the blood rushing past your eardrums and you know you're sweating. Your hands would be shaking if you hadn't pressed them together. You kind of wished you could run and hide, but you knew that wouldn't make anything better. Jake is looking at you, bright green eyes boring into yours. His gaze is intense, it always is, but especially in these instances where you have his full, unwavering attention. Jake feels his heart squeeze in his chest, almost in disbelief at what he just heard.

He knows being vulnerable is difficult for you. It's difficult for him, too. He walked around with walls up, constantly on guard and keeping those he knew (except for a few) at arm's length. Until he met you. You, who came crashing into his life with your shining eyes and radiant smile. You, who managed to tear down his walls piece by piece, brick by brick, until there was nothing left standing between you and his heart.

Jake sighs, "Baby, look at me." He brings a hand under your chin to get you to look up at him. "I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. I love spending time with you, too. It doesn't matter what we do or where we go, just that I'm with you. If you're sleeping, so what? It just means I get to hold you. I get to make sure you're comfortable and warm and safe. I get to rub your back and kiss your head and I get to see your face."

Jake has both hands on your cheeks, now, rubbing his thumbs gently over the soft skin under your eyes.

"You look so peaceful when you sleep." It comes out as an almost-whisper. "You may not remember, but I do. I see your face and I know I'm home, I'm safe. I may not be here as much as either of us want, and we may have schedules that don't always line up, but, Baby... any time I get to spend with you is time I wouldn't want to spend any other way. Snoozing on a rainy day or not. I got you in my arms and that's all I need, Babydoll."

Jake's cheeks are warm, his neck is warm. He can kind of hear the blood rushing past his eardrums and he knows he's sweating. His hands would definitely be shaking if he wasn't holding your face right now. He kind of wanted to run and hide, but he knew that wouldn't make anything better. You are looking at him, big bright eyes boring into his. You feel your heart clench in your chest at his words. No one has ever made you feel so loved. You're misty-eyed, smiling up at him like he's just hung the moon and stars. You bring your hands up to cup his cheeks, pulling him in. Softly, you press your lips to his. The kiss is soft and sweet.

"I love you, Jake Seresin." You rest your forehead against his. He pulls you in for another kiss, this time deeper than before, leaving you both a bit breathless. He settles back into the sofa and you follow his lead, lying on his chest. He begins to rub gentle circles over your back.

"Go to sleep, darlin'. I'll be here when you wake up." Jake places a kiss to the crown of your head as you doze off for a cozy afternoon nap.

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What happens in Vegas, does not stay in Vegas

Hello! I am back! Work and the real world have been kicking my ass. not to mention writer's block! Anyway, here's a little story that I have been daydreaming about forever.

Jake Seresin x FemReader

Warnings: Language, shitty writing, mentions of drinking, suggestive, made up laws

There were four things I was sure of before I even opened my eyes this morning.

1. I was going to have the worst hangover in the history of hangovers.

2. I was never drinking again.

3. Number 2 is a lie

4. I need to ask the hotel where they got their blankets because they seemed to be heated and weighted so I need one.

I couldn't remember what I drank, how much I drank last night. or what we even did.

There was no doubt that coming to Vegas for a bachelor and bachelorette party would be crazy, I knew that as soon as I saw where we were going, but I didn't think we'd end up straight out of a scene from The Hangover.

I lay there for a little while longer, trying to get up the nerve to open my eyes. I knew that once I did, my headache would set in and I don't think I was ready for that.

After a few minutes, I felt myself starting to fall back asleep but before I could, the weight on top of me began to move. Panic rises through me as I thought it was a weighted blanket this whole time.

Once my eyes adjust, my gaze lands on a very hungover, possibly still drunk, Jake Seresin sitting up on his knees. His hair was all over the place, nothing on but a pair of Calvin Klein briefs, hands rubbing his eyes.

"What the fuck did we do last night?"

Jake startles, head whipping up to look at me, but recovers quickly. A smirk slides onto his face and he opens his mouth to say something but I quickly hold up my hand to stop him. I was in no mood to hear one of his comments. Taking in his attire, or lack thereof, my mind begins to race.

My eyes widen as I quickly pull up the blanket that was covering my body. I was in one of Jake's t-shirts so that was a good sign but my relief was short-lived as I came to see that my underwear has seemingly gone mia.

I push myself up to a sitting position, throwing my hands up to cover my face, "Do you remember anything from last night?"

"You mean, did we have sex?"

Rolling my eyes behind my hands, "Yes, Hangman, did we have sex or not?"

I didn't have to look at him to know that he was smirking, "Can you walk?"

My hands fall away from my face, giving him the most confused face I could muster, "What does my ability to walk have to do with anything?"

Leaning back on his hands, "Princess, if we had sex last night, there's no way you'd be able to walk this morning."

Closing my eyes, I let out a huge sigh, "Now is not the time for games, Hangman."

"I'm just telling you the truth, ask any of the girls I've taken home."

I open my eyes to look at him, "There's not enough time in the world to go through that list."

He rolls his eyes but says nothing else.

As the silence rolls over the room, I let my eyes wander around. I was definitely in Hangman's room, his stuff was thrown everywhere, it smelled like him, and it had a different view of the strip than mine did. My attention is brought back to Hangman as he drags a hand down his face. My eyes are drawn to his fingers, specifically his ring finger, "Hangman, what's on your finger?"

His eyebrows furrow as he pulls his hand away from his face to look, "Is that a wedding ring?"

A black shiny band wraps around his finger. His ring finger.

"Who the hell did I marry?"

A sinking feeling settles in my stomach as the words leave his mouth. Slowly, I look down at my hands that rested on my lap. I turn my hand so I could see the back of my hand, my eyes are immediately drawn to the ring that rested on my finger. My ring finger.

I look back up at Hangman, whose brows were furrowed and whose gaze was locked on the ring on my hand, "This is a joke right?"

Hangman didn't say anything, just continued to stare, so he was useless at the moment.

Flinging the blanket off, I throw my legs off the side of the bed and push myself up. I head over to the dresser and begin to open the drawers, "Hangman, where are your underwear?'

Glancing over my shoulder, Hangman still sat on the bed staring at my empty spot. "Hangman!"

He turns to look at me, a very confused look on his face. "I need a pair of underwear to wear so we can go find our friends who will hopefully tell us that this was just a joke and that they snuck in here and placed the rings on our fingers while we were sleeping."

He points over to the closet but doesn't say anything. I rush over and throw the doors open, quickly grabbing a pair of his boxers and pulling them on before heading to the bathroom. I put some toothpaste onto my finger before quickly "brushing" my teeth.

Hangman had pulled on a pair of sweats and was pulling on a t-shirt when I walked out of the bathroom.

Neither of us said a word as we made our way towards the front door where we find a note from Bob, saying to meet them in the buffet room.

All but throwing open the door, I quickly make my way down the hall and towards the elevator with Hangman trailing behind me.

The words from my ex repeating in my head, if you get with anyone else I'll have no choice but... my thoughts were interrupted by the ding of the elevator.

The elevator ride seemed to go on forever. Neither Hangman nor I said anything to each other. It was like Hangman and I hated each other but we weren't friends either. I was introduced to the group through Coyote. Hangman had tried his usual tricks to get into my pants and I didn't fall for it. I think I was the only one who didn't fall for him and he wasn't used to it.

The lobby was already busting with people by the time we got here, I couldn't tell if people were going or if their night had just ended.

Hangman and I begin to make our way towards the buffet room but we didn't get very far, "Mr. and Mrs. Seresin!"

I turn my head and see the front desk lady looking in our direction. I stared at her for a few seconds before bringing a finger up to point at me. She nods and enthusiastically waves us over.

I grab Hangman's arm and begin to drag him over to the front desk.

"Mr. and Mrs. Seresin! Good morning!"

The lady's smile falters for a brief second but returns to its over-the-topness, "I was just about to give you a call! The chapel called and they requested that I copy of the marriage license be mailed to the address in San Diego and that it was successfully filed this morning!"

**********

The lawyer sets the marriage license down before leaning back in his chair, running a hand over his face, "To be honest, there is nothing we can do."

I'm pretty sure my eyes about fell out of my skull.

"There are laws in place here in San Diego, specifically towards those who get married in Vegas and shotgun weddings. Basically, to not waste the court's time, those who get married like you two did have to be married a full year before they can file for divorce."

I take a deep breath in, leaning my head against my hand, "So we can't get divorced for a year?"

Nodding, the lawyer leans forward, glancing back and forth between Hangman and me, "You will have to prove that you two really gave it a shot, and if at the end of the year, you don't feel the same then you will be granted a divorce. You do have to do the things married couples do like live together, attend therapy, go out, and whatever else they do. You will have random visits by a court-appointed person to ensure that you both are giving this a go. Any questions Mr. and Mrs. Seresin?"

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Brother's Best Friend - Part 12

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

A/N: Trying to get back into these two. Did we miss them?

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

CW: mild angst, swearing, fluff

WC: 2600+

Part 1 | Masterlist

“So…” Jake pauses and purses his lips to suppress a mischievous smile. “When did you start liking me?”

You look down at your lap where his head has been resting for the last five minutes. “Did I tell you I like you?”

Jake meets your gaze and snorts. He reaches up to take your hand off the keyboard of your laptop and brings it down over his chest. “Indirectly,” he admits.

You roll your eyes, recalling when you had expressed to Bradley – in Jake’s presence – how ‘your guy’ makes you feel. You pull your hand out of his grasp and look back up at the screen in front of you. “I have to work, Jake.”

“You’re too hardworking,” Jake responds with a whine.

You shake your head with a grin. “Such a dreadful habit, I know. I’m working on it – wait. Damn, I see what you mean –”

Jake starts chuckling and his head tickles your bare thighs. “You’re so fucking cute.”

You press your lips together as your smile broadens. “When did you start liking me?” you ask.

Jake releases a heavy sigh and sits up. “Alright, enough chitchat. Get to work.”

You watch him rise to his feet and make his way into the kitchen, curious why he so abruptly decided to change the subject. “Got any plans this weekend?” you ask casually, wondering if he’ll finally ask you out on a date. The two of you have been sneaking around for a while, but your only outings together have been with Bradley, so you couldn’t even hold hands. Thus far, you’ve assumed that Jake is just waiting for the right moment to speak with Bradley before the two of you make your relationship official but, as time goes on, you become increasingly skeptical that Jake actually intends to come clean.

Jake shrugs. “Not really. Just hangin’ with your bro.”

You try your best not to frown. “Sounds fun.”

Jake walks back over to you and sets a bowl of strawberries on the table by your laptop. You glance up at him inquisitively and he responds with, “You haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

You give him a smile. “Neither have you.”

He nods. “Which is how I know you’re hungry.”

“Thanks,” you say. “As soon as I’m through with this part, I’ll move all this shit and we can have some lunch.” You gesture at the pile of literature currently cluttering your workspace.

Jake takes a seat adjacent to you at the table and lets out another sigh. “I don’t know,” he says.

You shift your gaze from your computer to look in his direction. “Don’t know what? If you want lunch?” You pick up a strawberry and pop it into your mouth.

Jake is observing you carefully and you stop chewing because the attention makes you uncomfortable. “I don’t know when…” he says, pausing as though he isn’t sure how to continue. “When, uh… I don’t know at what point” – he exhales sharply – “I have no clue when I f – when I started to see you as more than just Bradley’s sister. As more than a friend.”

You raise your eyebrows at him, your mouth still full of half-chewed strawberry.

“I think I just realized, at one point, that I’d rather spend time with you than with anyone else,” he admits.

You finish chewing awkwardly before responding with, “Huh.”

Jake stares at you expectantly, as though you should have something to add.

But you’re not really sure what to say. You’ve been crushing on Jake for an embarrassingly long time and he does not have clearance for that kind of classified intel, especially since his interest in you is far more recent. What does he want, anyway? A pat on the back for finally figuring it out?

“Your turn,” he says, clearing his throat and leaning back in his chair with an air of confidence.

You purse your lips as though you’re in thought. “Not sure,” you say vaguely.

Jake narrows his eyes. “Not sure? Or don’t want to say?”

You meet his gaze tentatively. “I probably liked you before you liked me.”

Jake watches you with a slight grin. “In that case, you were very good at hiding it.”

…

You arrive at the pub already slightly tipsy after pre-drinking at your friend’s house. In fact, you’re drunk enough to not give two shits that Jake has, once again, decided to spend his Saturday night with Bradley. This time, he didn’t even invite you along.

Once inside, you head straight for the bar; no sense in wasting time waiting for a table. You grab a drink and take a look around the crowded establishment. That’s when you see him.

Jake fucking Seresin is sitting at a table near the back – not with your brother. You stare at him – and his female companion – in horror for a few moments, letting the scene sink in. Wondering if you’re in the wrong for being shocked. Are the two of you even exclusive? This has never actually been discussed. But one thing is certain: Jake lied, which makes you sick to your stomach.

You slide off your barstool and, cocktail in hand, you make your way to the little table in the back where your supposed boyfriend – or whatever he is – sits entertaining another woman. It’s not long before Jake notices your presence because you’re making quite a spectacle on your way over as you furiously skirt every person in your path.

Jake looks uncomfortable and that satisfies you greatly. “Hey,” he says when you arrive.

You gape at him. “Hey?” you exclaim in outrage.

“Uh,” Jake stalls for a moment. He turns to his date and says, “This is Bradley’s sister.”

The woman opposite Jake smiles at you but you’re too busy glaring at Jake to acknowledge her. “That’s all you want to say about me?”

Jake watches you pointedly. “What else do you want me to say about you?” He looks back at his date and lets out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Seresin?” you shriek, slamming your stemmed glass onto their table so aggressively that your sour apple martini splashes over the rim.

Jake jerks back to avoid getting wet and then looks up at you in alarm. “What’s the matter with you?”

You shake your head at him in disappointment and then turn abruptly to leave. You expect Jake to grab your hand, or follow you out, but he does neither. In fact, you make it all the way back to the bar before you realize that Jake is not even looking in your direction. You see him laughing together with his female friend, as though they both just witnessed something absurd and worthy of repeating in the future for a good chuckle.

“Hey, isn’t that your brother’s aviator buddy?” your friend says, nodding toward the back of the pub.

You roll your eyes and then turn toward the bar, realizing you left your drink at Jake’s table.

“He’s kind of hot,” you friend continues. “But he’s got fuckboy written all over him.”

You close your eyes and sigh. You have nobody to blame but yourself. You know Jake. What in the world made you think he would become a different person if he were with you?

…

The following day, you wake up past noon with a debilitating migraine. You hear Bradley and Jake’s voices drift up from the kitchen and groan. You’re not in the mood to face Jake after the events of the previous evening. You ended up going home shortly after confronting him and you have no idea where he ended up. Probably in bed, and probably not alone.

You get dressed unhurriedly, dizzy from the pain and, on your way downstairs, you grip the banister tightly just in case. The kitchen is excruciatingly bright, and you cringe upon entering, shielding your face from the open window like a vampire.

“Oh, hey sleepyhead!” your brother greets you.

You grunt in response and head straight for the coffee pot. “Is this fresh?” you ask.

“Nope!” Bradley replies cheerily.

You pour yourself a mug anyway and put it in the microwave, turning to face the two of them while your coffee warms.

Jake meets your gaze with a stoic expression.

“How was your night?” Bradley asks with a grin, clearly seeing that you’re hungover.

“Fine,” you say monotonously.

Bradley raises his eyebrows. “It’s the enthusiasm for me,” he says with a smirk, looking over at Jake.

Jake, however, ignores him and grabs his jacket from the back of one of the kitchen chairs. “You ’bout ready, Bradshaw? I ain’t got all day.”

“Alright, alright,” Bradley says. “Let me get my stuff.”

Bradley jogs over to the staircase and runs up to grab his duffel bag. Meanwhile, you are deliberately avoiding Jake’s gaze as you lean your back into the kitchen counter. Jake stuffs his hands into his pockets and is also not looking at you. When Bradley returns a few minutes later, disrupting the silence with a melodic whistling, the two of you have not moved an inch from where you’d been standing when he left. Even though the microwave has beeped at you twice.

“What’s with you two?” he asks, pausing in the doorway.

“Nothing,” Jake responds curtly. “Let’s go.”

Bradley glances between the two of you. “Okay,” he says slowly, his gaze lingering on you in particular. “See you later, sis,” he says.

You wave a distracted hand in his direction and head for the couch with your coffee, nearly bumping into Jake as you cross paths because neither of you is looking at the other.

“Sorry,” Jake mutters, stepping aside to let you pass. His hand goes up instinctively to guide you but he catches himself before letting it rest on your arm.

“It’s fine,” you say, wavering slightly on the spot. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment and press a couple of fingers into your temple.

“You okay?” he asks, his eyebrows converging as he tries to catch your gaze.

“I said I’m fine.” You sigh, trying to walk around him.

“Seresin, you coming, or what?” Bradley calls from the foyer.

Jake hesitates as you finally pass him, and then yells back. “I’ll meet you there!”

Bradley waits a moment as though he’s still trying to figure out what’s going on. Then you hear the front door open and Bradley shout, “Don’t be late!” as he exits the house.

Jake trails after you into the living room and, when you lower yourself onto the couch, he crouches down in front of you, placing a hand on your knee. “Migraine?” he asks.

You nod slowly so as not to exacerbate the pain.

Jake’s hand gives your leg a soft squeeze. “Have you eaten?”

You cringe. “Please don’t talk to me about food right now,” you beg.

“Did you take anything?”

You shake your head. “I’m out.”

Jake gets to his feet. “I’ll go pick up some meds for you,” he says.

You glance up at him miserably. “You’re going to be late.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he responds, already on his way out.

…

Jake returns not ten minutes later with your medication and a bag full of snacks. “I heard dark chocolate is good for migraines,” he says, holding out a block for you as you swallow your pills.

“I’m not hungry, Jake,” you say weakly, closing your eyes and lying back down on the couch.

Jake sighs, sitting down on the floor beside you and starting to unwrap the chocolate. “You need to eat something,” he says, breaking off a piece. “I also have gummy worms and popcorn.”

You open your eyes. “I love gummy worms,” you whisper.

Jake grins. “I know,” he whispers back.

You take the chocolate square from his hand and he busies himself with opening the bag of gummy worms while you let the chocolate melt in your mouth. A moment later, he hands you a gummy worm and you stick it between your teeth and bite. “Oh my god, it’s so good,” you moan. The motion of chewing helps alleviate some of the pain in your temple and you sigh blissfully, closing your eyes.

Jake leans his back into the wall adjacent the couch and pops a gummy worm into his mouth. For a while, the two of you sit in silence. Then, he says, “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” you say.

Jake shakes his head and you can sense his irritation without even looking at him. “This isn’t going to work if you don’t trust me.”

You turn to give him a flat look. “Would you trust you, Seresin?”

Jake squares his jaw. “I have never given you a reason not to trust me.”

“You lied to me! You said you were meeting Bradley!”

“I was! He was running late.”

You watch him sourly. “And you just happened to pick up a girl while you were waiting?”

Jake returns your bitter glare. “Is that actually what you think?”

“I don’t know what to think,” you say, sitting upright to look him in the eye. “You weren't exactly forthcoming with an explanation.”

Jake sets the gummy worms on the couch and gets to his feet. “The girl was there for Bradley. He was running late. End of story.”

“You couldn’t tell me that yesterday?”

“She’s seeing Bradley! And he doesn’t know about us. It’s not like I can say, ‘Oh, by the way, I’m actually dating your boyfriend’s little sister and that’s why she’s acting like a nutcase. Brb.’”

You fold your arms, sulking. Did you consider the possibility that the woman Jake was sitting with wasn’t his date? Briefly. But you were already annoyed with Jake and that, combined with your less than sober state, was apparently a recipe for disaster. “I guess I don’t trust you,” you say with a shrug, even though this statement isn’t altogether true.

Jake places his hands on his hips, exhaling slowly. “Why?” he asks, sounding exasperated.

You stay silent and continue to brood.

Jake pinches the bridge of his nose and grimaces as though this conversation is wearing him out. Then, he lets out another sigh and crouches before you again, trying to catch your gaze as he places his hands in your lap, palms up. “Why?” he asks calmly, waiting for you to join hands with him.

You do. “Well, why would I?” you say quietly, hesitating before you continue. “What is this, even? What are we? Do you know? Because I don’t.”

Jake’s eyebrows knit together. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, why haven’t you told Bradley yet? Is it because you’re not sure you want to make this official? Is it because it’s just a fling so why bother?” You cringe inwardly, hating how insecure you sound.

Jake stares at you in wonder, as though this line of thinking has never even crossed his mind.

“Like, are we even exclusive?”

Jake’s eyes widen and he blinks at you in awe. “We fucking better be,” he retorts, his hold on your hands tightening slightly.

“Well, how would I know that?” you exclaim.

Jake brings his hands up to his face and rubs his eyes. “Jesus fuck, how would you not know that?”

You scoff at him. “Because you’ve never once been in an exclusive relationship! Not while I’ve known you, anyway. Do you even know how?”

Jake’s hands slide down his face and stay over his mouth as he gapes at you. When his hands finally drop back into your lap, you can see that he’s got a small smile on his face. “You’ve got nothing to worry about,” he says finally.

You lower your gaze, not exactly comforted considering he still has not addressed your main concern: Bradley.

Jake stands up and pulls you up off the couch. He puts his arms around you and you rest your head against one of his giant shoulders, allowing him to cradle you lovingly.

“Why haven’t you told Bradley?” you mutter into his shirt.

Jake pulls away from you and runs a hand through his hair uneasily. “I’m scared, Baby B,” he admits. “I’m scared he’s gonna make me choose.”

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The Danger Zone (Part 17) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC

Word Count: 5.0k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ ONLY.

Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy; Military Inaccuracies; Medical Inaccuracies; Crying; Fluff; Talk of Marriage; Angst; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description

Summary: Jake gets his orders.

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It was deathly quiet in Cyclone’s office and the only sound that Jake registered was his heart beating out of his chest. Slowly closing the folder, Jake turned back to Cyclone, who remained sitting with an impassive expression behind his desk.

“I’m sorry, Hangman,” Cyclone replied quietly, his tone genuine. “There was nothing that I could do.”

Cyclone had been in Hangman’s position before. Twice, actually. And he didn’t relish in handing any man or woman orders that would take them away from their family. Especially during such an important time. But that came with the industry that they signed up for.

“I was expecting it, sir.”

And that roughly translated to: of course, they wouldn’t let me finally be happy

“Still, I am sorry. I’ve been in your position before and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone else.”

“Do you know how long I’ll be away?” Jake asked quietly, holding onto a tiny thread of hope.

“Anywhere from two to eight months. Most likely, somewhere in the middle.”

You were about six and a half months pregnant now. If he made it back in two months, he could be there for the birth of your child. But Jake knew from experience that he probably wouldn’t be home by then. And what if the baby came early? He’d be cutting it extremely close if he was lucky.

Worst-case scenario, he would return home to you when the baby was almost six months old. Six months. He would miss your baby growing and learning all about the world around them. He’d come home and the baby would already almost be halfway to a full year old. He’d miss so many milestones, so many little triumphs.

“Am I excused, sir?”

“Yes, of course. Take the days before you deploy and spend them with your family.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Slowly walking out to his truck with the most defeated feeling of his life, Jake slipped into the driver’s seat of his truck. He just sat there for a minute, processing the news, and trying to get his emotions under control.

But once the tears started falling, there was nothing that he could do to stop them.

Resting his head on his fist, Hangman let a batch of tears of complete and utter frustration slip down his cheeks. He slammed his fist onto the steering wheel of his truck before the fight left his body and he slumped against the steering wheel, letting more tears slip down his cheeks.

How the hell was he going to break the news to you?

~~~~~

The lights were on in your apartment when Jake pulled into the parking lot. He took the key out of the ignition and slowly slid out of his truck. Staring up at the window that showed into your living room, he took a moment to gather himself before heading inside.

From the outside, you could be seen smiling to yourself, making dinner for the two of you. Your growing and prominent bump was covered by one of Jake’s tee shirts and you wore his ring on your finger proudly. The joy on your features only multiplied when you heard the door unlock and Jake step inside.

As you hurried to wipe your hands on a towel, Jake set his bag down, and tried to push his emotions aside when he heard your footsteps. And when you came hurrying around the corner, his smile was pained as you ran up to him.

“We got the house!” you yelled, causing Jake’s mind to shift for a moment. “They took our second offer!”

“Really?” Jake breathed out as you nodded, practically bursting with excitement.

“We bought a house!”

Jake held out his arms and quickly pulled you close to his chest, his mind still on the news that he had to break to you.

The kiss that you initiated was light-hearted and celebratory, full of playful little pecks. But the kiss that Jake returned was one of deep-seated emotion, like he was afraid that you were going to disappear right in front of him. He held you firmly, his arms enveloping your figure and cradling your bump with every touch of protective energy that he possessed in his body.

You pulled back, your brows furrowed, as you cupped his cheeks with your hands. Staring into his eyes, you rubbed your thumbs along his cheeks.

“Jake, what’s wrong?”

From the outside, Jake could be seen leading you over to the couch and sitting you down. He forced himself to gather his courage as you looked at him with concern. Letting out a breath, he turned back to you and finally broke the news.

As he slowly explained the situation, your expression started to change. There was a flash of fear that built and built until a defeated, frustrated look drew your gaze down to your lap. Jake leaned over, whispering soft words until you picked your head up. Forcing a smile to assure Jake that you were alright, you couldn’t help the tears that started slipping down your cheeks.

Jake wiped them away with his thumb, starting to cry again himself. The two of you shared another kiss before Jake pulled you into his lap. Curling against his chest, you dug your fingers into his shirt, trying to hold in the sobs that were crawling out of your throat. Jake rested his head on top of your own, whispering all kinds of words of reassurance that neither of you truly believed in.

He had been in this industry since he was eighteen. You grew up around the Navy.

And you knew what this would mean for your family.

The two of you sat there, locking in embrace, as the sun started to slip below the horizon. Jake rested his arm around your bump, hoping that your baby would still be there when he returned. He’d never forgive himself if he missed the birth of your child. Especially if anything went wrong.

He would never forgive himself.

The sun had completely set when you finally uncurled yourself from Jake’s chest. Sitting up, you brushed your hand through his hair a few times, causing him to close his eyes for a moment. Jake slowly opened his green eyes, the eyes that you quite honestly pictured your baby inheriting, when you removed your hand from his head.

“We have a few days,” you whispered, your voice cracking with emotion as you tried to find the good in the situation. There wasn’t much to be found, and you were really trying your best to not start crying all over again. “What did you want to do with them?”

“Spend every minute with the two of you.”

“Anything more specific?” you teased him, trying to smile though Jake couldn’t seem to return it. “You want to take a trip or go shopping for some more baby stuff or . . .?”

You trailed off, trying to think of something else when Jake gently grabbed your hand. You looked down as he slowly turned your wrist over and ran his thumb over your engagement ring. Sharing a look with Jake, you felt another batch of tears start to form.

“I know you mentioned wanting to wait until after the baby was born because it would just be too chaotic to think about now . . . but—”

“—Yes,” you agreed quickly. “I’ll marry you, Jake.”

He offered you a genuinely touched smile, a different batch of tears coming to his eyes. You wiped them away while you shed some of your own before pulling him in for a soft, loving kiss. And Jake could only pull you closer, savoring one of his last opportunities to do so. Breaking away a few moments later, you flashed him a painful smile.

“I guess I should find a dress.”

~~~~~

Sitting with your head in your hands at Bradley and Emma’s kitchen table, you tried to not let your stress show. Everyone was giving you looks like they were waiting for you to finally break and you just frankly did not have the time.

You were marrying Jake that afternoon and you didn’t have a wedding dress to get married in.

The day before the two of you had run around like crazy people, making sure that all of the necessary documents were being prepared for the closing of your house. Then you spent time at his lawyer’s office, signing off on wills and other documents to protect yourselves and the baby while Jake was away. And you did a fair amount of crying along the way and so here you were, still without a dress.

“I just don’t know where I’m going to find a white dress that fits me in time,” you told Penny, picking your head up from your hands.

“We’ll figure something out,” she assured you, squeezing your shoulder. “Maybe we can find a dress down at one of the department stores in town.”

“And what if we don’t find something?”

“We’ll find something,” Emma said from your other side. “You’ll have a white dress for this wedding.”

“What about this one?” Bradley called, causing the three of you to turn to him.

Your brother held up the vacuum sealed bag that contained your mother’s wedding dress from her own wedding in 1983. It used to sit in your apartment closet, up until you moved in with Jake and were pretty much forced to hand it over to Bradley since you didn’t have any space in the apartment.

After your mom’s death, you knew that you would incorporate her dress into your own in some way. Perhaps with a bit of fabric. Or you would borrow the veil. Something small that would have her with you on your special day, but also not holding you back with eighties fashion.

You never really pictured actually getting married in your mom’s wedding dress.

For one thing, there was the little detail that your mom was over five months pregnant when she married your dad.

Apparently, shotgun weddings and unplanned pregnancies ran in the family.

Walking over to your brother, you inspected your mother’s wedding dress a little closer. It was fitted at the bust, but even with the slight cinch at the hips, the fabric was loose. It had to be. Bradley’s fat ass had to be accommodated. The skirt was a bit full, but nothing crazy. The bodice was covered in delicate lace and it had the distinct puffy sleeves from the eighties.

“Mom’s dress,” you said quietly, turning to your brother. “You think I should wear Mom’s dress?”

“It’s the only suggestion I have,” Bradley replied softly. And when he saw a flash of doubt in your eyes, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I just don’t want to ruin it,” you replied, running your fingers along it.

“You’re not going to ruin it,” Bradley assured you, causing you to turn back to him. “She always said that she would have married Dad in a potato sack. She didn’t care about the dress. She just wanted to get married, that was all.”

“She never cared about any of that,” you agreed, sniffling a bit. Wiping your tears away, you croaked out, “I just wish she was here.”

Bradley pulled you in for a tight brotherly hug that you quickly returned. Emma carefully took the dress from Bradley’s hand, letting him properly hug you. You held onto your brother and sobbed, your promise to yourself about not breaking down falling to little pieces at your feet.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair how Jake got called up for deployment when you were nearing your third trimester. It wasn’t fair how the two of you had to cobble together some random ceremony at the last minute. It wasn’t fair how you couldn’t have your parents at your wedding. It wasn’t fair how you could have your baby without Jake by your side for months.

And it all just came rushing out as your big brother protectively hugged you in the middle of his kitchen.

“It’s going to be alright,” he told you, sharing a worried look with Emma. “You’ll see.”

“I’ve lost enough. I just wanted to win this one time, Brad,” you sobbed, causing your brother to start to tear up too. “I just wanted him here for a few more months. That’s all I needed.”

“I know, I know,” he told you, rubbing your back. “It’s going to be alright.”

The two of you stood there for a few moments, maybe even minutes as you cried and Bradley tried his best to comfort you.

“And Mom and Dad aren’t here to walk me down the aisle,” you continued on, sniffling repeatedly.

“I cried about that too, on my wedding day,” Bradley told you quietly, voice thick with emotion. “But they’re both here. And they both wouldn’t want you to cry like this on your wedding day.”

“I know,” you whispered, wiping your tears away.

Giving your brother another hug, you stepped back and turned to see Penny, Emma, and Sarah, who had come in while you were crying to Bradley, standing there, waiting for you.

“So, do you want to wear your mom’s dress?” Emma asked softly, holding it up for you.

“Yeah,” you agreed with a small smile, wiping some more tears away. “I’ll wear my mom’s wedding dress.”

Penny walked over and gave you a tight hug before leading you over to the guest bedroom with Sarah and Emma trailing after the two of you.

“We’ll get you fitted into the dress and while Sarah’s sewing it up, you hop in the shower and get all of the tears and snot off of your face and then we’ll really start getting you ready, alright?”

~~~~~

“. . . and that was how I met your mom,” Jake recorded his own voice, sitting in your shared apartment.

With you at Bradley and Emma’s house to get ready, Jake was taking the opportunity to put together a little gift for you. He ordered a set of headphones for your bump and now he was recording little messages to your baby.

Saving that message, Jake was about to start another one when there was a knock on the door. He got up from his seat and walked over, letting Javy in. Just like him, Javy was dressed in his dress whites and he offered Jake a smile of condolence as he walked into the apartment.

“How’re you doing?”

“I’ve been recording messages. For the baby,” Jake replied softly, shutting the door. “For her to play when I’m deployed.”

“How many do you have now?”

“Six,” Jake stated, showing Javy his phone. “I’m hoping to record a few more before I leave.”

“I’m sorry, Jake,” Javy stated quietly, trying to not let defeat enter his tone. Jake’s expression already had too much of it for Javy’s taste. “You should get to be there. And there’s still a chance, but this isn’t fair and you have the right to be pissed about it.”

“I’m not even angry anymore. I’m just . . . depressed,” Jake returned quietly. “And I’m worried about her. I’m terrified that this is going to push her into early labor or hurt the baby or something like that.”

“We’ve already passed around a sign up sheet,” Javy told Jake, who looked at his best friend with a measure of confusion. “Every day, at least one of us is going to stop by and spend time with her. Check on her. Help her with anything that she needs help with. Make sure that she and the baby are alright. She’s not going to be left here alone.”

Jake nodded slowly, tears threatening to fall. He bit his lip, trying to hold it in, but when Javy pulled him into a tight hug, Jake let a few fall.

“I’m so sorry, Jake,” Javy repeated sorrowfully.

Straightening up after a few solemn moments, the two aviators collected themselves before Javy put on a brave face for his best friend. Looking around the apartment, Javy turned back to Jake.

“So, you got the rings?”

“Yeah, we bought them yesterday,” Jake replied, walking over to your bedroom.

He pulled out a fabric bag and handed it over to Javy, who opened it and dropped the rings into his hand. To match your engagement ring, the two of you bought silver wedding bands. They were simple, traditional wedding bands, but when Jake got back, the two of you were already discussing getting something engraved on the inside of them.

But right now, the most important fact was that the two of you got married today. All the other details could come later.

“Anything else that you’re supposed to bring?” Javy asked, handing the bag back to Jake. “You got all of the paperwork?”

“Right here,” Jake replied, picking up a folder from the kitchen counter. “I’m just waiting for the text to start heading down there.”

“Go record your messages to your kid then. I’m going to call Nat,” Javy told Jake before heading out of the apartment.

Pulling out his phone, Javy pressed Phoenix’s contact and held the phone to his ear as he walked over to the stairwell. After a few rings, Phoenix picked up the call.

“Hey, you at Jake’s?” she answered quietly.

“Yeah, I am.”

“How is he?”

“He’s fucking broken, Nat,” Javy sighed, rubbing his face. “I’ve never seen him look this defeated before.” After a pause, Javy asked, “How’s she doing? Did you make it to Rooster and Emma’s place?”

“They’re doing some quick alterations to her dress. And Emma is doing her hair and makeup right now. So, we’ll probably be heading out within an hour.” Phoenix took a moment before adding, “She’s trying to pretend like she’s okay but Rooster said that she had a bit of a breakdown earlier.”

“But she’s okay now?”

“Physically, yeah, she’s fine. Emotionally, I’m worried. But Penny’s keeping a close eye on her.”

“I just feel so bad for them.”

“I know, me too,” Phoenix replied softly. “Where’s Jake now?”

“Don’t tell her because I’m pretty sure that he wants to make it a surprise, but he’s recording messages to their baby for her to play while he’s gone.”

“Jesus Christ,” Phoenix sighed, shaking her head. “I can’t believe that he has to leave tomorrow. They can’t even fully enjoy their wedding night.”

“I know,” Javy sighed, glancing down the hall at your and Jake’s apartment. “I’m going to go check on him again. Text me when you guys are heading down to Town Hall.”

“Yeah, I’ll let you know.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~~~~~

You sat in Emma and Bradley’s bathroom as Emma applied some eyeshadow to your eyelids. She had already braided your hair into a simple updo with some help from Phoenix before working on your makeup.

“Alright, no more crying, okay?” Emma stated as she pulled out your eyeliner and mascara. “Once this is on your face, no more tears.”

“I’ll try my best,” you returned quietly.

Closing your eyes as Emma applied your eyeliner, you could hear the sound of footsteps down the hall. When Emma told you that you could open your eyes, you turned your head to see Maverick standing at the entrance to the bathroom. He was already in his dress whites and offered you a supportive smile.

“Hey, Mav,” you called to him before Emma turned your head to apply your mascara.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Like I’m tired of everyone asking me that question,” you replied, causing a small smile to crack at Maverick’s lips.

“Did you find something to wear?”

“I’m wearing Mom’s dress,” you replied, turning back to him after Emma removed the mascara brush. “Sarah and Penny are fixing it up quickly right now in the guest room.”

“You’re wearing your mom’s dress?”

“With a few alterations. I had the sleeves cut off,” you explained, causing Maverick to nod slowly. “But it actually fits pretty well. Turns out that my baby at almost seven months is about the same size as Bradley when he was five months.”

“He was a big baby,” Maverick replied, missing Emma’s wince.

“You think that she ever pictured me walking down the aisle in it?” you asked Maverick as Emma finished up with your eye makeup.

“She was probably hoping that you’d get married first and pregnant second.”

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” you returned with a shrug of your shoulders, causing you and Maverick to share a quiet laugh.

“Well, Phoenix bought you a bouquet. And are you wearing a veil?”

“No, it was just another thing to worry about.”

“Then that should be everything. Do you need anything else before I start rounding everyone up?” Maverick inquired, straightening up.

“Yeah, actually.”

“What is it?”

“Can you help walk me down the aisle?” you asked him, causing Maverick to freeze.

“Of course, I will,” Maverick promised you.

Emma stepped aside and you slowly stood up to accept Maverick’s tight hug. You returned it, trying not to cry, but Maverick let a few tears slip from his eyes for the both of you. He slowly pulled away, holding you at arm’s length.

It was hard to believe that the little girl who he remembered learning how to walk, who asked him to help put her tiara on properly, was now pregnant and getting married. Goose’s little girl was all grown up. Carole’s little girl was all grown up.

And Maverick knew that he was going to cry about it.

“You’re going to make such a beautiful bride.”

“Thanks, Mav,” you returned, pulling him in for another tight hug.

“Alright,” Maverick sniffled, slowly releasing you. He quickly dried some tears before stepping out of the bathroom. “I’m going to go and make sure that everyone’s where they’re supposed to be and leave you to finish getting ready.”

“Bye, Mav.”

You waited for him to go before turning back to Emma, who put the final touches on your makeup. Dabbing your lip color a bit more, she smiled and stepped back.

“There, you’re all set. Let’s get you dressed.”

~~~~~

Bradley drove you down to Town Hall in the Bronco because it just felt like the proper send off. Accepting his hand, the two of you started walking up to the building. Turning to your brother with a nervous smile as you linked your arms together, you poked him in the side.

“Can I ask you something, Brad?”

“Of course, I’ll act as your getaway driver,” he joked, helping you up the stairs.

“Actually, will you help walk me down the aisle?” you asked him, causing him to pause for a moment. “I asked Maverick to walk me too, but I have two arms.”

“You’re sure that you want me to walk you down?” Bradley questioned, turning back to the stairs. “I mean, I know I wasn’t the most supportive of you and Jake in the past. And I just offered to be your getaway driver.”

“I know, but I want you to walk me down. You’re my big brother, Brad.”

“Are you trying to get me to cry?” Rooster jokingly asked, refusing to look over at you, because he knew that he would actually start crying if he did. “But, of course, I’ll help walk you down the aisle. I promised you when we were kids, didn’t I?”

“You did.”

Maverick met the two of you up at the top of the stairs. You looped your other arm through his own and shared smiles with your family before the three of you walked inside Town Hall. They led you through the building and to the ceremony room. Standing in front of the big doors, you took a moment to gather yourself.

“You ready?” Maverick asked you softly, causing you to smile and nod.

“I’m ready.”

The doors opened and you turned forward to see Jake waiting there for you, dressed in his immaculate dress whites, looking like a dream. There was a small crowd of friends and family, but the two of you were only focused on each other.

You offered Jake a small smile, letting a few tears drip down that you’d held in for the sake of your makeup. Jake rubbed his chin, trying desperately not to cry himself, but there you were, dressed in a white dress, looking like a goddess with your prominent baby bump where your shared child was growing.

And he started silently sobbing himself.

Reaching the end of the aisle, you accepted kisses on your cheeks from both Bradley and Mav before Jake gently took your hand into his own. The two of you stepped up onto the very small stage and faced each other as the officiant began the short service.

You reached up and wiped Jake’s tears away with your hands and as you tried not to cry too many of your own. The two of you repeated your vows clearly and without hesitation as you slipped your wedding bands onto each other’s fingers. Holding hands in front of your closest friends and family, you smiled widely as the officiant got to the end.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may—”

Jake’s lips pressed against your own before the officiant even finished his sentence. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as your friends and family cheered for the two of you.

“I love you,” you told Jake as he broke away and rested his forehead against your own.

“I love you too,” he returned softly, stealing another kiss. “My wife.”

~~~~~

“I have a wedding present for you,” you told Jake that night as the two of you laid in bed.

You rolled to the end of your bed and slowly got up, walking over to your dresser. Jake sat up from his own spot, watching you curiously.

“You had time to get me something?”

“I picked it up yesterday.”

Pulling out a simple plain white envelope, you walked over to Jake’s side and sat down beside him. Jake took the envelope from your hand and paused when he saw the logo from your obstetrician’s office.

“What is this?” he asked you quietly, an edge of concern in his voice.

“I wanted to wait to find out the baby’s gender until they were born,” you started off with, causing Jake to nod slowly. “But I also want us to be the first two people to find out. And just in case—”

Your voice broke and you cut yourself off as emotion clogged your throat. Jake quickly swooped in and pulled you in for a hug and a soft kiss. You rested your head against his shoulder, staring down at the envelope as you gathered yourself.

“It’s your choice, Jake. We can find out now or we can find out when the baby’s born.”

Jake looked down at the simple little white envelope in his hands. You didn’t move to rush him, but you sat up more when Jake pulled the paper out of the envelope. Turning to you, he held out the piece of paper and motioned for you to take the other side.

“On three,” he stated, causing you to nod.

The two of you counted down together before you opened it together. Staring at the simple message written there, you let out an incredulous laugh and Jake pressed a series of kisses to your cheek and neck as he pulled you into his lap.

“I knew it,” he breathed out, resting his hand on top of your bump.

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” you asked him, causing him to shake his head. You let out a bright laugh, some joy returning to you. “We’re having a girl, Jake.”

“I’ve been telling you,” he insisted, causing you to jokingly nudge him. The two of you shared a soft series of kisses before Jake pulled back. “We’re having a little girl.”

“She’s going to be a handful.”

“That was going to be true regardless,” Jake reminded you, causing you to laugh again and sink into his arms once more. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“And I love our daughter so much.”

“She knows that, Jake,” you replied softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. “She knows.”

~~~~~

Jake barely slept that night.

The two of you discussed it the night before and agreed that it would be less stressful on you and the baby for him to leave on his own in the early morning. You said your goodbyes the night before and Jake managed to coax you to sleep after another round of tears and kisses.

Getting up before his alarm, Jake took a quick shower and got dressed in his uniform. His bag was already packed and all he had to do was say goodbye to you and your daughter.

But that was going to be a difficult process.

Kneeling on the floor in front of you, Jake rested his hand on your bump and pressed a kiss to your skin before moving his hand around some more. He let a few tears drop as he tried to feel your daughter moving around to no avail.

“I’ll be back, Baby Girl, alright? I just have to go take care of some things, that’s all.” Jake took a moment and a deep breath before adding, “You’re going to be a good girl for your mom, right? Let her sleep at night and don’t dance on her bladder, okay?”

Removing his hands from your bump and moving to stand, Jake looked up at your peaceful expression one last time before turning back to your bump.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. And I’ll be back. Don’t you ever think that I’m abandoning you, okay? I’ll be back.”

Jake stood up and leaned over to press a soft kiss to your face. Not wanting to risk waking you up, he withdrew and let out a quiet sigh.

“I love you, Honey. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

A few moments after Jake reluctantly left for base, you snuggled into your pillow, still deeply asleep. As you continued to snooze, there was a small press on your skin, like a little fist was waving goodbye, before it slowly sank back down.

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4. A Little More Than Cherry Popping

Jake Seresin x OC (Caledonia Hughes)

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

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Warnings: swearing, smut (18+)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was that how your arms always looked?

Why were your thighs so thick?

Why couldn't your tummy be smaller?

Had your cheeks always been so plump?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just hoped Jake would like it.

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

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

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

"You think so?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

But would Jake love it?

"Do you really think Jake will like it?"

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

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

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

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

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

Hangman was here.

—

Jake brought his freshly cleaned truck to a halt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Admiral Cain's retirement ball is coming up"

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

“Yeah, your point?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Unless that isn't what you want…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was safer. For both of them.

"Yeah, I know."

He took a swig of his beer.

"Then why don't you say it?"

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

There were a lot of reasons to not say it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

You took a few breaths before opening the door.

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

How was it possible for him to look so handsome?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He composed himself, clearing his throat.

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

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

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

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

His gaze was pulled to movement along the stairs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

Jake could feel your anxiety permeate through your velvet skin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're my date, remember?"

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

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

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

Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game

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

“Shit! I’m sor-”

You grimaced as you stepped on his toe.

On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame

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

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

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

Turning and returning to some secret place inside

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

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

Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say

"Is everything ok, Jake?"

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

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

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

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

Take my breath away

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

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

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

Take my breath away

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

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

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

Watching, I keep waiting, still anticipating love

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

Never hesitating to become the fated ones

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

Turning and returning to some secret place to hide

His eyebrows furrowed, clearly missing something.

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

Watching in slow motion as you turn to me and say

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

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

My love, take my breath away

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

Through the hourglass, I saw you

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

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

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

In time, you slipped away

That was the last straw.

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

When the mirror crashed, I called you

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

And turned to hear you say

"Wait here."

If only for today, I am unafraid

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

Take my breath away

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

Take my breath away

“Well, hi there Hangy-”

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

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

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

Watching every motion in this foolish lover's game

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

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

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

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

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

Turning and returning to some secret place inside

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

Watching in slow motion as you turn my way and say

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

Take my breath away

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

My love, take my breath away

“Let’s get out of here. Yeah?”

My love, take my breath away

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

My love, take my breath away

—

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

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

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

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

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

He cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

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

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

He heard that?

He wanted to give you that experience?

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

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

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

His eyebrows furrowed.

Play a little baseball?

You both were hardly dressed and it was too dark-

Oh.

That kind of baseball.

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

“Baseball it is, Ms. Hughes.”

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before long, he was in front of you.

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

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

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

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

And you had the courage to initiate it.

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

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

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

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

Your breath hitched.

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I kiss you?”

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

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

“Of course.” He smiled, eyes alight.

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

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

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

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

“Jake…please”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smashed his lips against yours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You almost didn’t notice it yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhm, that feels so good.”

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

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

“Not yet sweets.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lord have mercy.

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

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

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

“I have condoms too.”

He smirked, “well, go get em’ then.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Here Lass, you want to-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your gaze met his own, laced with comfort.

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

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

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

“Will it hurt?” you meekly asked.

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

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

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

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

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

Had your eyes always been so blue?

Perhaps it was the candlelight.

Your gaze was drawn to his own like a magnet.

Candlelight did wonders for his gorgeous green eyes.

You let a small, tender smile paint your lips.

“Hi,” you whispered.

He soothingly smiled, “Hi.”

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

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

“Ok… I trust you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, “Yes, Jake.”

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

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

God, was sex always meant to feel like this?

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

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

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

“Oh, Jake… right there,” you mewled.

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

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

The only one to make you feel like this.

You were all his to take.

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

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

“Jake, please…” you whined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smirked into your neck.

God, you were too precious to give up.

His mind raced with the endless possibilities.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which, in a way, they did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His drawl laced with exhaustion made you shiver.

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

A genuine smile grew on Jake’s lips.

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

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

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

“Of course, Caledonia.”

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

He passed you one of the wrappers.

“Roll away, Lass”

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

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

Very serious danger.

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callsignseagull · 1 year

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all you had to do was stay ✪ part 4

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: pretty sure it’s just fluff lmao

A/N: Here’s part four!! FINALLY am I right? I hope you like it! It’s been a struggle to write so I hope it doesn’t disappoint lmao :))

feedback is always appreciated <3

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Jake scrolls through the pictures on his phone. Since he went to the zoo with you and Josie a couple weeks ago his camera roll has been constantly fed with new photos. Most of them are of just Josie. Josie at the park, Josie running around your backyard, Josie at the beach, Josie and Muffin, Josie asleep on the couch.

But he also sneaked some of you. You on a picnic blanket watching Josie at the park, you on your back porch with a cup of coffee in your hand, you wearing an oversized t-shirt at the beach, you placing a gentle kiss on Josie’s forehead before tucking her in.

He feels like a stalker but he just couldn’t help himself. He never wants to forget all these moments.

He doesn’t realise he’s smiling at his phone screen until Coyote speaks up. “Why are you grinning at your phone like an idiot?” He asks. “Someone send you nudes?”

Jake locks his phone and rolls his eyes. “None of your business.”

“Mhm.” Coyote hums with a smirk on his face but Jake ignores him.

He hasn’t told anyone about Josie yet. It’s not like he’s embarrassed or ashamed. And if he is then only because if he hadn’t been so stubborn back in the day he wouldn’t missed out on the first five years of Josie’s life. But he has only just barely wrapped his head around the fact that he’s a father himself, no need to bring other people into the mix. Plus, he’s not close enough to most of the people on the squad besides Coyote. Jake would rather be grounded for months than tell Rooster about Josie.

He wants to stay in the bubble the three of you created, even though he knows it can’t stay like this forever.

He still hasn’t told his family either. He doesn’t really know how to go about it. Does he just call them? That seems a little weird. Maybe he’ll fly you and Josie out to Texas once this mission is over, so his family can meet you right away. He knows for sure his mom will want to meet her granddaughter immediately.

“Earth to Hangman, you’re up next.” Phoenix waves her hand in front of his face while staring at him with a puzzled expression. It’s not like him to be zoned out like that, so he shakes all these thoughts out of his head before getting back to work.

✪✩✪✩✪

“And you’re sure you can’t look after her?” You pace through the living room while on the phone with Penny. Your backup babysitter just cancelled on you and you’ve got two hours to find a replacement.

“I’m sorry, honey. I don’t have anyone to cover the bar tonight.”

You let out a breath. You know there’s one more person you can ask. But you’ve been trying your best to avoid asking him. He’s your absolute last resort. It’s not like you don’t trust Jake to be alone with Josie, during the last couple of weeks he’s proven that he cares about her and would do anything to make her happy. And Josie loves him. It still makes you feel uneasy, but you’re slowly starting to trust him not to run away without a word again.

As if Penny had heard your thoughts she says, “Call him. He’ll be ecstatic to spend the afternoon with her.”

“I know.” You sigh. “I’ll let you get back to work.”

“Alright. Enjoy your night.”

“Thanks, Penny.”

You end the call and before you can think twice about it you pull up Jake’s contact and hit call.

He picks up after the second ring.

“Sweetheart.” His smooth voice makes goosebumps rise on your arms and you hate it. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Are you free tonight?”

There’s a pause on the other side before he says, “Are you asking me out on a date?”

You can practically see him raising his brows.

“Absolutely not.” It sounds like he’s letting out a disappointed huff. “I need someone to watch Josie this afternoon. Just for a few hours.”

Another pause, then, “I’d love to look after her.”

“Great, so uh, could you be here in maybe an hour or so? I’m sorry this is very last minute but my sitter cancelled on me because she caught some stomach bug. And she was already the backup sitter.”

“Don’t apologise. I love hanging out with Josie. If it were up to me you’d never have to call a sitter again.” You roll your eyes at that. You both know that, even if he wanted to, he’ll not be around all the time. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

And he is. Not even half an hour later the doorbell rings.

“Hey, come on in.” You say as you open the door, trying your best to ignore the way he looks in the simple black t-shirt. “Josie’s in her room. She’s very excited.”

“You look stunning.” Jake smiles, his eyes taking in your body from head to toe. You’re wearing one of your favourite sundress and you would be lying if you said the compliment didn’t make your cheeks heat up.

“Thank you.” You clear your throat then motion him to follow you into the living room.

“Jakey!” Josie shouts before barrelling towards Jake and wrapping her arms around his legs.

“Hey Peanut!” Jake beams as he lifts her up and places her on his hips. “You excited to spend the afternoon with me?”

“So excited!” She grins and you can’t help but smile.

“Alright you two. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Be good.” You point your finger at both of them.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Jake mock salutes.

You lean in to place a kiss on Josie’s cheek, your hand grazing Jake’s arm in the process. You ignore the tingling feeling in your fingertips. “Love you, Josie.”

“Love you, too, Mommy.” She cuddles further into Jake’s shoulder. Jake follows you towards the door where you slip into your shoes and jacket before grabbing your keys and purse. Muffin comes around the corner, his tail wagging, and you crouch down and tell him goodbye as well.

Before getting into your car you take one last look over your shoulder, Jake standing in the door with Josie still on his hip, the both of them waving while Muffin sits next to them. You wish you could take a picture. You wave back, then finally get into your car.

✩̿✪̿✩̿

Jake likes to think of himself as a pro in babysitting. He’s done it several times for his sister. But babysitting Josie is a whole different thing because he wants it to be perfect. He wants you to see that he’s capable of looking after her, that he’s serious about being a father to her.

You said you’d only be a couple of hours, you’ll be back before Josie’s bedtime. So where are you going? Is it a date? Jake was itching to ask you, but he didn’t want to be that guy. You have every right to go on dates. He just wishes he’d be the guy you’re dating. He’s getting ahead of himself again. He’s got to earn your trust back before starting to think about winning you back.

“So, what do you wanna do?” Jake asks as he carries Josie back into the living room sitting down on the couch with her. He could hold her for an eternity and it wouldn’t be enough. He feels like he needs to make up for the past five years. Giving her as much affection as he can without being overbearing.

“Watch a movie!” Her eyes are big and sparkling and even though he has a feeling that she’s asking to watch a movie because maybe you wouldn’t allow it, how can he say no to that face? So for the next hour or two he’s cuddled on the couch with Josie by his side watching Moana on her quest to return The Heart of Te Fiti. Once the movie is over, Josie is begging for another one and now he knows that she’s taking advantage of the fact that he can’t say no to her. So he stays strong. It doesn’t take much to convince her to bring out her colouring book so they can work on a page together. He’s currently colouring in a butterfly when Josie asks, “Are you married?”

Jake has to put his pencil down and cough a few times. Her question had caught him so off guard he choked on his own saliva.

“Uh, no.” He finally says.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Josie’s looking at him now, her curious gaze fixed on his.

“No…” He’s not entirely sure where she’s going with this.

“Do you wanna marry my mom?”

“Uh…” The honest answer would be a solid maybe. He wants to, but he’s not sure if he’s the right person for you right now. He doesn’t even know if you’d trust him enough to give dating another go, let alone marriage. But he doesn’t feel comfortable telling his five-year-old daughter that. While he’s stressing over how to answer the question Josie is already speaking again.

“Mommy is so pretty … do you think she’s pretty?”

“Very pretty.”

“I think someone should marry her. Do you think someone should marry her?” That feels like a trick question.

“I think your mom doesn’t need to marry anyone if she doesn’t want to. You guys don’t need someone else to make your family complete.” It hurts him a little bit to say, but he also knows it’s true. You don’t need him. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to be part of your family. Josie doesn’t seem to be out of surprises for the day, because the next thing she says is: “But she wants to get married.”

“How do you know?” Jake raises his brows. He doubts you have long conversation about wanting to get married with your daughter.

“She complains about it to Aunt Penny like all the time.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.” Josie nods and continues colouring in a lady bug. “She said my dad was the last person that took her on dates.”

Jake is convinced his heart stops beating for a second. And then hope starts to bloom somewhere inside of him. If you haven’t been with someone since him … does that mean that maybe you’re not over him? The way he never got over you? He knows he shouldn’t but the question leaves his mouth before he can stop it.

“What do you know about your dad?”

Josie shrugs her shoulders, “Not much. He’s a pilot. He’s away flying planes to keep us safe.” There’s a pride in her voice that makes warmth spread through Jake’s body. “My mom says he loves me very much but he can’t be here because he needs to protect us.”

And now he’s tearing up. He can’t believe that’s what you told her. He figured you wouldn’t really have told her much. But you did. You told her he loved her. And yes, you probably told her that to not hurt her, but you were right, he does love her very much. And it’s killing him not to tell Josie, to not tell her that he loves her and that he’s her dad. But he wouldn’t do that to you. He’s trying to earn your trust back. Telling Josie without talking to you first would ruin his chances forever. And it would hurt you if he told Josie without you being there. So he decides to just stay quiet for now.

✪✩✪✩✪

The moment you open the door you can hear Josie’s laughter ringing through the house. It’s followed by something that sounds like a neigh. Curious, you follow the sounds into the living room.

Jake has Josie on his back while jogging in circles through the living room. It’s a sight for sore eyes. Jake stops as soon as he notices you standing in the doorway.

“Hi.” He smiles.

Josie waves her hand. “Hi Mommy.”

“Hi you guys. Did you have fun?” Jake sets Josie down and she comes running towards you, throwing herself at you so you give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes, so much fun.” She grins.

When you look up Jake is standing in front of you, his hands on his hips. You stand up straight again, your hand brushing over Josie’s head.

“How long have you been running around the living room?” There’s a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.

“A while.” He chuckles and runs a hand through his hair.

For some reason it makes warmth spread through your chest. “She’s got you wrapped around her little finger.” You whisper with a smile.

Jake shrugs his shoulders, “I can’t say no to that face.”

Because it looks just like yours? The question is on the tip of your tongue but you don’t ask it. It’s too risky with Josie around.

There’s a pause where neither of you know what to say.

“I guess I’ll get going now. Early morning tomorrow.” Jake’s smile seems a little forced but you try not to overanalyse it.

“Yeah, of course. I don’t wanna keep you.” Jake shakes his head almost imperceptibly, then he turns to say goodbye to Josie.

You watch them interact and it would be a lie to say it didn’t make you all emotional. Josie disappears inside her room as you lead Jake to the front door.

“So, uh … how was your … date?” Jake asks as he slips into his shoes. You never thought you would see him this sheepish. It’s kind of fun.

“The meeting with my publisher went really well. Thank you for asking.” You bite back a smile.

Jake shakes his head with a chuckle. “That wasn’t very subtle, was it?”

“Not at all.”

He takes one step closer to the door, then turns around again to look at you. “I wanna tell her.”

The urgency in his eyes almost takes you aback. But he’s proven that he cares about her, that he’s not just wanting to play dad for a couple of days. It would only be logical to tell Josie that he’s her father. But you still feel a little uneasy about it.

“Can we talk about it? I don't know. I do wanna tell her but—”

“Have dinner with me.”

“What?”

“Have dinner with me and then we can talk about it. I’m sure you still have some reservations, which I understand. And I’ll do my best to get rid of any doubts you have.”

“Okay.” It takes a moment for your answer to register for Jake, but then his eyes widen.

“Okay?”

“I’ll go to dinner with you.”

His face breaks out into a smile. “Great. I’ll text you.” Then he leans in gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and then, as if he was afraid you’d change your mind if he stayed a second longer, walks out the door towards his car.

You can only shake your head. What have you gotten yourself into?

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ereardon · 6 months

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Snowed In || Saturday [Jake Seresin x OC]

A Jake Seresin AU miniseries

Summary: When a massive storm shutters every airport in New York, you receive an unexpected call. Jake Seresin, the ex-boyfriend of your college roommate, is stranded at JFK with nowhere to go. Somehow you find yourself hosting Jake for a long weekend in your studio apartment. What happens when you realize that maybe your long-standing hatred for him was covering up something else?

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Ella Finnley]

Trope: Forced proximity; enemies to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, references to cheating, eventual smut

Wordcount: 4.2K

Masterlist here; Part one aka Friday here

You had spent seven years trying to reinvent yourself after college. Almost exactly three thousand miles between you and Stanford, and yet the ghost of who you had been haunted you.

The funny best friend. The sidekick. The mousy girl in class. The overachiever. The one who wasn’t invited to parties.

You had moved to New York after graduation and taken a job with a small newspaper, working your way up. Along the way you had gotten a haircut, figured out how to apply makeup with a wet beauty blender, how to dress for your small frame. You had traveled at every opportunity, made friends with people across the city, dated a hedge fund analyst and a bee farmer and a NYU professor. You had done everything you had wanted to do and more.

But when you laid down to sleep at night, or first thing in the morning, all of that change escaped you. And your mind immediately flitted to the version of yourself that you had once been but no longer were.

The girl Jake Seresin had known and loathed.

***

The day was bright. Blinding. You groaned, rolling over, taking the covers with you, trying to shield your papery eyelids from the light streaming through the blinds.

It was no use. You groaned, eyes flying open.

Jake.

For a split second you had forgotten that not ten feet away, Jake Seresin was hypothetically asleep on your couch.

Slowly, you sat up, peering over the edge of the couch. But it was empty. The pillow and comforter that you had laid out the night before folded neatly and set in the corner. You frowned. And then the sound of the tap in the bathroom caught your attention. A moment later it stopped and Jake emerged from the bathroom into the hallway, wearing a pair of joggers and a fresh shirt, hair damp. He smiled. “Hey Finn.”

That was it. Like he had forgotten how the two of you had left it the night before.

“I made coffee. Hope that’s OK. But you don’t really have much else,” he said, sitting down on the ottoman.

“Ugh, yeah, I meant to go to the store, but I never did.”

Jake shrugged. “I think that’s our only option at this point.”

You stood up, the pant legs of your silky pajamas pooling onto the cold hardwood floor as you crossed the room and placed one hand on the window. It was frosty. Blinding white from all the snow swirling in every direction. It made the air practically opaque. “Not it,” you replied, turning around with one finger pressed to the tip of your nose.

Jake laughed. “Fuck it, fine, I’ll go.”

You grinned. Maybe having him around wouldn’t be all bad. “You can go later if you want. I’m not a big breakfast person, anyway.”

“Later is good.” Jake sat on the edge of the couch. “Listen, Finn. About last night.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted and Jake’s eyes widened.

He laughed. A surprised chortle. “Jesus. Never thought I’d hear Ella Finnley apologize.”

“People change, Seresin.”

“I know,” he replied, his voice softer. “That’s what I keep trying to tell you.”

You looked him up and down. You had rarely thought of Jake Seresin in the almost ten years since the two of you graduated from Stanford. But when he did pop into your mind, it was almost always at the most random of times, triggered by a memory. The smell of a particular flavor of vodka that you remembered drinking at his fraternity house, or if someone on the street passed with a distinct Texas accent. The years had dulled your impression of him, coated him in a sepia film in your memory that automatically paired Jake Seresin with dickwad.

Maybe, just maybe, you had been wrong. Or perhaps he had done what you had tried to do.

Had he actually, fundamentally, changed for the better?

“I’m going to shower,” you said, hooking one finger over your shoulder.

“I’ll be here,” Jake said, looking around the studio apartment. The warm water helped wake you up, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the way Jake had looked when he said he had changed from your mind. There was something there that he had never embodied before. At least, not the Jake you had known.

You turned off the tap, wrapping up in a white towel and sitting down on the edge of the tub, grabbing your phone and dialing a phone number you hadn’t touched in ages.

She picked up on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Suze,” you said, smiling.

On the other end of the line, Suzannah whopped. “Ellie! Oh my God, it’s been forever! How are you?”

“I’m good,” you whispered, trying not to be too loud. “Listen, I have a question for you.”

“Everything OK?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I, um, Jake Seresin called me.”

There was a pause. Then, “Why?”

You sighed. “He, um, he asked to stay with me. Guess he was stuck at the airport with the storm that’s coming in.”

Suzannah wasn’t one to stay quiet for long. She had an opinion about everything, from the color of your nails to the best way to load a dishwasher to why Santorini is only for tourists. So silence from Suzannah was telling.

“Suze?” you asked softly.

“I’m here,” she said after a moment. “What did you tell him?”

“He’s in my living room.”

“Where the hell are you?”

“The bathroom. Hiding.”

She laughed. “You fucking idiot.”

“Tell me why you guys broke up again.”

“Ellie,” she sighed. “You of all people know.”

You did. Jake had slept with not one but two of Suzannah’s sorority sisters while the two of them were on a break. But break in the Ross and Rachel definition of break. As in the two of them had parted ways for no more than three days before Jake had fucked the other girls.

“Why’d you call, Finn?” she asked. “You already made the decision to let him in, obviously. So what are you looking for me to answer?”

“Do you think people can change?” you asked.

“Yeah, I do,” she replied. “By people do you mean Jake?”

“Maybe.”

Suzannah sighed. “You’re smart, Finn. Always have been. But you don’t trust people and that’s your fatal flaw. To answer your question, yes, I think Jake always had the ability to change. I don’t date losers, babe, you know that. Even back then.”

I laughed lightly. “God, I miss you Suze.”

“Call more,” she said. “And not just because you’re hiding in your bathroom from my ex-boyfriend.”

“I feel like I’m twenty two again,” you replied. “Afraid to come out of the bathroom because you and Jake were fucking on the couch.”

“Sorry about that.” She didn’t sound sorry at all. “You need to go or else he’s going to think you have IBS or something.” Another pause. “Tell me something Finn, and don’t lie to me.”

You sucked in a breath. With Suzannah, you never knew where the conversation was going to go. “OK?”

“Is he still hot?”

You let out a snort. “Yes. Unfortunately.”

“That’s what I thought. Damn men for just getting better with age while I look like a sickly Victorian child at the ripe age of twenty nine. Anyways, I love you, call me when you’re no longer a fugitive in your own home.”

“Love you too, Suze.” You ended the call, shivering in the thin towel. When you realized you had left a change of clothes in the main part of the apartment instead of bringing something to the bathroom, you groaned.

Whipping open the door, you scampered down the long wooden hallway, shivering in the cold, rounding the corner on your tiptoes. Something hard hit you as your eyes were turned downward toward the floor. A solid mass smashed against your front and before you realized, you were falling to the ground, a small shriek echoing through the walls of your apartment as you and Jake tumbled to the floor in a heap of limbs, his fingers grasping for purchase on whatever he could.

Which just happened to be on your bare ass where your towel rode up.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed as the two of you smacked against the floor, your heads thankfully bouncing lightly against the cream colored rug to your left.

Your eyes flew open as something heavy rolled over you, your knee pressing up into Jake’s crotch instinctively as his fingers touched your bare ass.

“Oh my God!” Jake groaned, rolling over you as quickly as he had rolled on top, curling into a ball, hands cradling his crotch.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you shrieked, kneeling next to him, gripping the towel around you with one hand, the other hovering over his pained body. “Did I get you?”

Jake moaned, nodding his head. “Yeah, Finn, you got me.”

You sat back on your heels. “Well you touched my ass so I think we’re even.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, rolling onto his side. “Not even close, babe.”

“Don’t babe me,” you said, standing up, making sure to keep your legs closed under the short towel. “You’re fine.”

Jake grunted, pushing himself to sit as you rifled through the dresser, pulling out a pair of jeans and a tight henley bodysuit. You brushed past him on your way back to the bathroom to change and Jake’s hand reached out, fingers circling your ankle. You gasped, looking down at him. He smirked. “It’s a nice ass.”

“Oh fuck off, Seresin,” you muttered, tugging your ankle from his grip as he chuckled. “Your balls aren’t even sore are they?” you called down the hall.

“Oh, they are!”

“Dick,” you whispered to yourself, shutting the door.

***

“Finn?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I turn the TV on?”

You scowled. “What happened to independent reading time, Seresin?”

After towelgate, you had emerged into the living room with a plan. To make time go faster, you and Jake would divide the day like elementary school. Breakfast coffee followed by gym class, per Jake’s suggestion, independent reading and a late lunch.

“And what the hell are we supposed to do for gym class when there’s a blizzard outside?” you asked.

Jake shrugged. “Yoga?”

The two of you had struggled through a yoga video that you screencast on your TV, and after Jake had obviously been staring at your ass in downward facing dog you smacked him on the arm.

But an hour into reading and Jake was already calling it quits.

He put his book, a worn copy of Wuthering Heights from your bookshelf, off to the side, kicking up his feet onto the coffee table. “Let’s play a game.”

“Game time isn’t for an hour,” you replied, never taking your eyes off of your book, a new thriller by Ruth Ware. “God, are you sure you have a job? How do you focus on any work?”

“I bounce around a lot,” he said.

“Bounce around jobs a lot?”

“Bounce around projects,” Jake clarified.

You looked up, eyebrows raised. “What are you, a drug dealer?”

“Finn.”

“What?” you asked, eyes flicking back to your book. “You never were great in school.”

“Hey,” Jake cried. “I wasn’t great at Sawyer’s fiction seminar. Doesn’t mean I flunked out of any other class.”

“You flunked out of Sawyer’s fiction?” You laughed. “God, that’s bad.”

“It’s been nine years,” Jake said. “Can’t you let little things go?”

“Nope,” you said, putting your book down. Outside, the snow had slowed so you could finally see through the opaque wall of flurries. “Fine, since you can’t sit still, why don’t you go to the bodega.”

Jake frowned. “What do you need there?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Jake looked around before turning back to face you, eyebrows raised. “A hammer?”

“What the fuck would I need a hammer for?”

“Why are you sending me to the hardware store during a snowstorm?”

You bent in half laughing. “Wait, are you telling me you think a bodega is a hardware store?”

“Well isn’t it?”

“No,” you said, wiping under one eye. “It’s a fucking corner store. Bread, soda, beer. Chopped cheese. Midnight cigarettes.”

“You don’t still smoke, do you?” he asked.

“No, not anymore.”

“Me neither.”

You shook your head, standing up and grabbing your purse, pulling out a card. “Here, take this.”

“No way.” Jake stood, pushing the gold Amex away from him. “I got this.”

“Fine,” you said, sliding the card back into your wallet. “I don’t know, get us stuff to last another two days. Some pasta, maybe. Fruit so we don’t get scurvy.”

“Scurvy in two days,” Jake muttered to himself, shrugging on a jacket, “that’s new information.”

“Vodka,” you said. “And limes. I’m going to need to be drunk to deal with another day of being with you.”

Jake turned toward the door, shaking his head. “Aren’t you a delight, Finn.”

You tried to read while Jake was gone but every little sound in the hallway would make you look up. Finally, after five or so times of that happening, you gave up, setting the book down and sitting on the windowsill overlooking Fifth Ave.

He was gone for a suspiciously long time. So long that at one point you almost pulled out your phone to call him, convinced he had gotten lost, when the doorbell rang. A minute later, you tugged open the door.

Jake was covered in melted snow, huffing and puffing. He had two bags in each hand, and a bouquet of flowers under one arm. You frowned. “Flowers?”

He stepped inside, tracking muddy water into the foyer of the apartment and you grimaced. “For you,” he said and your heart skipped a beat. Jake set down the bags, holding out the bouquet of white roses. “For letting me stay.”

“Jake,” you whispered.

He smiled. “Just take them, Finn,” he said softly. “For once in your life, let me do something for you.”

“Fine,” you replied, taking the flowers and pressing them to your nose. They smelled clean and soft and you couldn’t remember the last time a guy had bought you flowers. You headed down the hall toward the kitchen. “Shoes off, Seresin. Stop tracking mud everywhere.”

“I know,” Jake said and he was close, so close behind you that you could feel his breath on your exposed shoulder. “I’m getting something to wipe it up.”

He reached around your body, grabbing a few paper towels from the dispenser on the counter to your right, his chest brushing against your back before he pulled away. When he did, a rush of cold air hugged you tightly, reinforcing the fact that Jake was gone.

Once all of the groceries were unpacked, you and Jake were settled at the dining room table eating two bodega sandwiches.

“You’re like a kid who was left alone for the weekend, do you know that?”

Jake looped up from his bacon egg and cheese. “What makes you say that?”

“The groceries, Jake,” you replied. “Ice cream, cookie dough, Doritos, mac n cheese boxes? Seriously?”

“I got fruit like you asked,” he said, taking the last bite of his sandwich and wiping his mouth with a cloth napkin. “Besides, it’s a snowstorm. Don’t we get a free pass?”

“Free pass for what?”

Jake stood, clearing his plate and your empty one. He smirked. “A free pass to do whatever we want, Ella. Whatever you wouldn’t normally do. Nothing is off the table.”

“I can think of a few things that are.”

***

Jake was better behaved with a full stomach. The two of you wrapped up reading time, and even played a game of Monopoly that you had found buried in your closet. Before long, it started to get dark, the sun sliding below the buildings until the sky was just a dark blanket peppered by the continuous snow.

You flicked the news on. “More snow is expected to fall across parts of Manhattan and the wider Tristate tonight,” the newscaster said. “We could see up to another six inches overnight.”

“Fuck,” you muttered, turning it off as Jake returned with two glasses. He handed one to you. “What is this?”

“Vodka tonic,” he replied and you took a sip. “Since I know you’re trying to get me liquored up so I’ll have to sleep with you.”

You sputtered, vodka spraying out of your mouth as Jake cackled, settling down onto the couch next to you.

“Easy there,” he said, patting your knee, squeezing gently as you wiped at your mouth.

“I think of the two of us, you’re the one that’s easy to get into bed, Seresin,” you murmured. His hand was still resting on your thigh.

“Maybe so,” Jake said, his eyes never leaving yours. “The couch isn’t too comfortable, you were right.”

“You’re not sleeping on the bed with me.”

“What if I beg?”

“Is that your kink? You want to have to beg for sex?”

Jake leaned back, taking a sip of his drink, his hand still hot on your leg. “Sweetheart. I’ve never had to beg a day in my life.”

You crossed your legs, letting his hand slip off. “Never say never, Seresin.”

***

Somewhere between the third and fourth vodka soda was when things started to blur. Jake had brought the bottle out into the living room, along with a pack of tonic waters and a lime on a cutting board. At some point, you kicked off your slippers, tucking your feet up beneath you and Jake did the same, scooting closer on the couch, one arm stretched out over the tufted back.

You leaned forward, reaching for more vodka, sliding a little and Jake’s arm shot out, catching you around the middle, suspending you in midair so you didn’t fall.

Your faces were close together. He was basked in warm light from the candles on the mantle and the soft yellow lamp in the corner. He smelled good and cozy and for a second, you could almost forget that he was Jake Seresin. He was just a really attractive guy in your apartment looking at you like he never wanted to tear his eyes away.

“How on earth are you single, Finn?” Jake asked, his fingers tightening around my side. His green eyes were clear and wide.

You grabbed the vodka bottle, dumping some into my glass, and Jake finally released me. But his knee was pressed against my leg still, warm and inviting. “I don’t like dating,” you said. “Every guy is the same. He’s Midtown East and he has three cell phones or he lives in Fidi and he works twenty hours a day or God forbid he’s from Brooklyn and he wants me to take the L on the weekends. He’s an Upper West side dick whose mother will never approve of me. He’s an Upper East Side prick who would never look my way because I didn’t go to prep school. Or maybe he’s another Stanford alum, but even then I probably won't be good enough for him somehow.”

“How could you not be good enough?” Jake whispered.

“You overestimate me, Jake,” you replied. “And you overestimate the New York dating scene.”

“You’re smart,” he said. “Beautiful. Charming in a really dickish, sarcastic way.” You laughed, head tossed back and Jake’s fingers on the back of the couch tickled your neck. “The whole package, El. Always have been.”

“You didn’t like me in college, Seresin,” you replied. “What made you change your mind?”

“Who said I didn’t like you in college?”

“You did! The way you always gave me shit and how you always avoided me if we were waiting for Suzannah at the same time.”

Jake shook his head. “I didn’t hate you. I’ve never disliked you a day in my life, Ella.”

“Then what?” you asked. “Why were you always so weird?”

Jake paused. You watched his jaw tense. He set his cup down on a coaster on the table and stood up abruptly. “We need more liquor.”

You frowned. “What? No, we still have vodka left.”

“Then we need gin.”

“I have gin.”

“OK, tequila.”

“Jake, what are you doing?” But he was already down the hall, pulling on his jacket, sliding into his boots. You scrambled off the couch. “Jake, wait!” But he was gone, the door slamming shut behind him.

You stood in shock. What had just happened? After a few minutes, you tugged on a coat and a pair of boots, slipping your keys into your pocket. The hallway was dark and empty, no sign of Jake.

Five floors later, you emerged in the lobby. “Ella!” Gerry the doorman looked up from behind the desk. “How are you sweetheart?”

“Hi Gerry,” you said. “Did, um, did a guy rush out of here a few minutes ago?”

He nodded. “Tall, blond, looks like a total player?”

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“He took a left, toward the park,” Gerry said. “Be safe, sweetheart. He looks like he’d break your heart.”

“He’s just a friend.”

Gerry nodded knowingly. “Friend. OK, doll. You be safe out there, it’s cold as all hell.”

You smiled, bursting through the double glass doors, getting smacked in the face by a gust of air. It burrowed into your skin, freezing you whole and despite the heavy coat your teeth chattered as you took a hard left down Fifth. Washington Square Park was five blocks away, but no way Jake had already made it that far, right?

No one else was out. Who would be so stupid as to go outside at nearly midnight in the middle of the worst blizzard in two decades?

Apparently you. And Jake Seresin.

You scampered across the intersection, crossing tenth street, hurrying as the wind gusted from one side, threatening to toss you into the nonexistent traffic on the avenue going downtown toward the park.

Up ahead, you spotted the familiar Washington Arch that stood at the northern part of the park. Snowflakes dotted your eyelashes and you blinked, pressing them away into liquid, before opening your eyes wide, spotting a familiar head bobbing down the sidewalk. “Jake!” you called out, your voice getting picked up and carried away in the wind. “Jake!”

Beneath your body, your feet scrambled along, pushing you closer.

“Jake!”

The man in the distance stopped and turned. The lights illuminating the arch highlighted him from behind. His jacket was too thin and as you approached you could see it was damp from snow, his hair sticking to his drawn face.

“Seresin,” you said, stepping closer until the two of you were only a few feet apart. “What the fuck? You’re like a shit baby daddy, going out for diapers and never coming back.”

“Get it all out,” he said. “Whatever you think of me, Ella. It’s time to air the dirty laundry.”

You frowned. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand what’s happening. One second we’re drunk and laughing and the next second you’re fucking running away and forcing me to chase you through a goddamn blizzard.”

“You didn’t have to chase me.”

“You left,” you said quietly. “What did you expect me to do?”

“Let me leave,” Jake said. “If you think I’m such a bad person, what do you care if I stay or not?”

“The real question is why did you hate me so much,” you whispered. “Back in the apartment. I asked why you hated me so much back then. And instead of answering, you made up some bullshit excuse about needing tequila. So answer, Jake. Or I’ll let you turn into an ice sculpture and I’ll sell you to 230 Fifth and their stupid fucking igloo bar as decoration.”

“I don’t hate you, Ella,” Jake said, stepping closer. Even drenched in snow he was warm. A furnace. “I never hated you.”

“So what was it then?” you demanded. “A Mr. Darcy thing? You ignored me and shut me out and gave me shit because you loved me?”

“Maybe.”

“What?” Stunned silence surrounded the two of you. If it was even possible, the snowflakes fell slower. As if they were suspended in the air. It was just you and Jake in the middle of Fifth Avenue in a snowglobe. You looked up at him, eyes wide.

“Did you ever think, Ella, that maybe I called you for a reason?” Jake asked quietly. “That maybe, just maybe, I spent eight years wondering about what had happened to the one girl who had seen me for who I really was and never let me get away with it? That maybe, just maybe, I took your feedback to heart and tried to change. And now I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“For this,” Jake said, closing the distance between the two of you and sliding one hand around your neck, tipping your head back, bending down to press his lips to yours.

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