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thoseboysinblue · 10 months

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Nashville

Christian Pulisic x reader

You meet Christian on a night out in Nashville.

Word count: 5800+

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, fluff, swearing, angst

Requested: No

"See something you like, CP?" Weston drawls as he follows Christian's gaze towards you and your friends. He shrugs his shoulders never taking his eyes off of you as he takes a pull off of his beer, watching you from the VIP area he's currently sitting in.

"They look fun" Wes chuckles as he also watches you and your friends dance along to the live music created by a country cover band. Your friend Anna grabs the attention of the one of the guitarist and says something to him before turning to you and relaying the message.

Christian watches you intently as you and your friend Amelia snake your way through the crowd to the bar. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he sees you making your way back towards the stage, two seltzers tucked under your arm, a drink in a plastic cup dangling between your teeth and three shots in your hands while your friend balance four more shots in hers.

"Goddamn, this just got interesting" Wes laughs again towards him, noticing the smile on Christian's face as he nods. "So the short one that might have a drinking problem is yours, I'm going for the tall one that's flirting with the band," he smiles at him giving him a nudge, "we'll let the others fight it out over the last one."

You make it to the stage, passing the shots off to Anna. Amelia hands the four shots she has to the band while you sit your vodka and sprite and the two seltzers on the edge of the stage. Anna shouts something to the lead singer as she passes each of you one of the shots she's holding. You can feel eyes burning into you as you turn around slightly, your eyes locking with a pair of dark brown ones.

You smirk at him over the top of your shot glass before you throw it back, the whiskey burning your throat as it goes down. You shake your head in an attempt to clear the taste as you reach for your drink. Taking a long sip from it, grabbing the lime from the side and squeezing it into your drink before dropping the wedge in and pushing it to the bottom with the straw.

The band starts playing your requested song, a countrified version of Genuwine's "Pony". You always request it from this particular band, it's not on their regular set list, but for four shots of Jack Daniel's they will play it and it's always a hit with the crowd, no one can resist dancing to it.

"Fuck yeah," Weston shouts as he makes his way to the stage, straight towards his intended target, your friend Anna. He wraps his arms around her from behind, and loving the attention, she instantly pushes against him with her hips, grinding into him. You and Amelia share a knowing look, she always garners the attention of men when you are out, she exudes chaotic energy and they feed off of it.

You continue dancing, spinning around to see Christian standing about a foot from you, Tim wandering over to try his luck with Amelia. You arch an eyebrow at him as he holds your gaze, he offers you a smirk but doesn't make a move to get closer so you shrug your shoulders and spin back around, shaking your ass and circling your hips to the rhythm of the song, if he's not going to dance with you, you're at least going to give him a good show.

Tyler wanders over and nudges him, nodding in your direction but he keeps his feet firmly planted to the sticky floor of the bar. "Is your friend gonna dance with her or just stare at her all night," Anna shouts to Weston causing him to cackle. "He's a shy one," he shouts back. "Well so is she," she echoes to him, "bet a shot on which one of them makes the first move?" he arches an eyebrow, "deal" she holds out her hand, "but if she gets him to dance he's done for, I've seen it happen too many times," she winks.

Just then someone knocks into you, causing you to lose your balance and take several steps backwards, a pair of hands grabbing your hips to steady you. Your eyes instantly lock onto the tattooed arm that's around your waist as you turn around.

"Sorry" you say over the music. "No problem, wasn't your fault anyways," he says back taking a sip of his beer. "I'm Tyler, this is Christian," Tyler says causing you to break your gaze as you turn to him to shake his outstretched hand, Christian's hands still on your hips. "Nice to meet you, I'm good now," you smile at him when he realizes he's still holding on to you, he drops his hands and his cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"Interesting song choice," he smirks at you, "your request?"

You nod, "it usually gets the crowd going, most people dance to it," you smirk back at him, "but clearly not everyone."

"I'm not much of a dancer," he offers you a shy smile. "Bet I could make you look good," you smile back at him but he still doesn't budge.

"Ok, well, if you're not gonna dance, I'm going back to my friends," you say, turning to join the rest of the group.

"You're a fucking idiot," Tyler glares at Christian, clearly unimpressed by his lack of enthusiasm for dancing with you, but he just shrugs. "You know I don't just hop onto the dance floor with anyone, man," he says back, watching as your dance alone, clearly unbothered.

The band returns to their normal set list and Wes and Tim invite you and your friends to join them in their VIP booth out on the rooftop. You take a seat on one of the couches near Christian, but Tyler strikes up a conversation with you, the two of you chatting easily, your friends talking to the rest of the group.

Weston returns with a tray of shots that he passes around to the group, everyone holding them up and tapping them to one another's in a cheers before throwing them back. "Fuck, what the fuck was that," Christian makes a gagging sound. "Fireball" you also gag next to him, "Jesus Christ, he's not trustworthy with shot choices," you laugh next to Tyler as he shakes his head furiously.

"So do you guys live here?" Tyler asks, as Christian leans in, clearly wanting to hear your answer. "Not in Nashville, no, but we all live not too far from here."

"So is this like a girls weekend or what?" he continues making conversation with you, hoping Christian will eventually step in. "Kind of, we were college roommates, we try to get together every couple of months, we always say we are going to go somewhere else, but then end up here," you smile back at him.

You all continue talking, Christian beginning to relax a little more as he scoots closer to you so that Weston can sit down beside him, Anna plopping down in his lap. "Christian, right?" she says looking him up and down as he nods under her incredulous stare. "You always this quiet?" she laughs and you look to Amelia for help, knowing where this line of questioning is going.

"He's shy unless he's..." Weston starts but Christian quickly elbows him and gives him a warning glare. "So what are y'all in town for?" Anna continues, breezing right over the fact that Christian just cut Wes off from saying something. "Work" Christian answers her as the other guys chuckle. "Big group of y'all for a work trip," she says absentmindedly, "is there a conference going on or something?"

"Something like that," Tyler offers trying to be helpful.

"So, are you gonna dance with y/n or are you just going to stare at her all night?" Anna fixes her gaze back on Christian, Weston once again letting out a laugh. "Anna," Amelia shouts, "let's go dance," she says pulling her up and throwing a knowing look towards you.

They leave the booth, Weston and Tim following them as she turns to look at you, "thank you," you mouth towards her and she nods and throws you a wink.

Christian leans over and asks you a couple of questions about the band and you tell him other songs you know they will play for shots or tips, along with a few things that are on their regular set list. "So are you a groupie?" he asks, "you seem to know them pretty well."

"No, but they play here a lot, and like I said, we always seem to end up here," you smile at him. "They play a lot of country," he says as you nod. "We are in Nashville," you chuckle at him.

Just as they start playing a song by Morgan Wallen you stand up, "I'm going to dance, you coming?" you offer your hand to him. "I told you I'm not much of a dancer," he smiles at you a bit shyly. "Just one song, if you're not having fun you can come back over here and be boring."

He gives in and stands up, taking your hand as you pull him towards the floor.

"You owe me a shot," Anna laughs into Weston's ear when she sees you pulling Christian behind you to the dance floor.

You dance towards your friends laughing and smiling with them as Christian stands nervously behind you. You turn to face him and wrap your arms around his neck while he settle his hands over your hips. "It's a country bar, Christian, loosen up and have some fun," you say as you start swaying with him to the music. "This music isn't really grinding music, so it's pretty easy to get into," you eventually turn around and press your back to his chest dancing and singing along to with the band as you feel him relax behind you and start to sing along as well, his hands settling over your hips.

"See, this isn't so bad," you smile back at him, "told you I could make you look good."

"I see what you mean by him being done for," Wes says into Anna's ear, "he's smitten."

"Told you" she winks at him.

"Really, I've never seen him actually look like he was having fun dancing," he chuckles.

More country songs play as Christian spins you and dips you and the two of you sing to one another almost as if no one else is in the bar except for you.

"I need another drink," you stand on your tip toes to speak into his ear. He nods and shows you his empty beer bottle as you turn to your friends. "We're going to the bar, want another" you tilt your head towards them as they nod, "Boys?" you look at Weston and Tim who also nod at you.

You grab the bartenders attention, Christian standing behind you with one hand over your hip since there was only room for one at the bar. You order beers for the guys and another round of drinks for you and your friends, also ordering two buckets of beers to be sent to the VIP booth for the rest of the guys that are still sitting up there.

"I'll get it," Christian leans down to speak into your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. "Nah, I already put it on my tab," you smile back at him, "you can get the next round."

"You want another shot, definitely not fireball," you laugh.

"Yeah, why not, we've got tomorrow off anyways."

You order two lemon drop shots, something that goes down a lot easier than either of the whiskey shots you've had tonight.

You and Christian gather up your drinks, heading back towards the group that is still dancing. He seems much more relaxed, wrapping his arms around your waist as you start dancing again.

"Thank goodness you decided to dance with me instead of staring at me like a creeper all night," you grin at him.

"So you noticed?" he answers dropping his head against your shoulder in embarrassment as you nod.

"Those two are straight chaos, by the way," you say gesturing towards Weston and Anna. "Don't I fucking know it," he chuckles back at you.

"Where are you guys staying?" he asks you as he spins you around a couple of times, showing off the fact that he's really not a bad dancer.

"We've rented a condo about two blocks from here for the weekend, figured it was worth it to be within walking distance," you smile as the band starts playing something a bit slower and he pulls you into him.

The tension between you is palpable but you aren't one to make out in public and you get the feeling he's not either.

"You want to get out of here?" you ask him, chewing on the inside of your lip and hoping that you aren't overstepping.

"Absolutely," he says giving you a squeeze with the arms he has wrapped around your waist.

"I'm gonna go close my tab," you say to him as he nods.

You lean over to tell Amelia that you and Christian are going back to the condo as you walk past her and she nods and kisses you on the cheek. "Have fun," she winks as you shake your head at her.

Christian meets you back at the bar while you are settling up your tab and follows you as you make your way outside.

He links his fingers through yours as you make the short walk back to the condo. "This place is nice," he says as you enter the code into the keypad and open the door.

"Yeah, it's more space than we need but we each have our own rooms and there is a hot tub on the back patio..." your words trail off as the door shuts behind you and you are met with a pair of very hungry eyes.

He presses your back against the door as one hand slides to your waist while the other makes its way to your jaw, tilting your face up towards his. He licks his lips as he stops millimeters from your face, his eyes dancing over your features looking for any sign of resistance. When he doesn't find anything that tells him you don't want him to kiss you, he presses his lips to yours. He kisses you gently, his lips slotting perfectly over yours.

A flicker of a smile dances across his lips as you wrap your hands around the back of his neck and pull him back into you. This kiss is much needier, his tongue dipping into your mouth, groaning as you swirl your tongue swirls around his. He tastes like whiskey and beer and something else you can't quite put your finger on, but the way his tongue expertly explores your mouth makes you wonder what else it might be good for.

You both pull away from the kiss, breathless and he follows closely behind you when you make your way into the kitchen area. "We have beer, seltzers, liquor, and Jell-O shots," you say opening the fridge.

"Jell-O shots?" he arches an eyebrow at you. "Yep," you say as you pull out several. You slide them across the island towards him before you pull out a few snack options as well, putting a pan of pizza rolls into the oven, knowing your friends will want them when they get back.

You hop up on the counter and Christian stands between your legs as you pick up a shot and hand it to him. "Just a warning, you can't taste the vodka in these, and that makes them lethal" you grin as you tap the plastic cup with your shot in it to his.

"Um, how do I get this out of here?" he asks as he looks at the jello congealed in the small plastic cup.

"With your tongue" you smirk at him, swirling your tongue around the inside of your cup and swallowing the shot down easily.

"Or you can squeeze the sides of the cup and loosen it if you want to be less adventurous," you arch an eyebrow at him.

You watch as he swirls his tongue around in the cup, mimicking what you'd just shown him. You really wish you could clamp your legs together right now because watching him take that shot definitely sent a searing heat to your core.

As soon as he sits the plastic cup down he crashes his lips to yours again, your heated kiss is quickly interrupted though when you hear the door to the condo open "hope y'all have your clothes on," you hear Anna shout as she bursts into the kitchen, followed closely by the rest of the group.

Christian drops his head against your shoulder as you look up and roll your eyes at your friend. "When we mentioned having Jell-O shots here, they all wanted to move the party," she shrugs her shoulders at you.

"Oh, I see you've already shown him how to tilt and swallow," she winks at you. "Excuse me, what?" Weston says as he moves to stand beside her. "Tilt and swallow, the only way to take a Jell-O shot," she grins, "show them, y/n, you're the best at it."

You pull another shot off of the counter and demonstrate for them just as you'd done a few minutes ago for Christian. "Jesus Christ," Wes mumbles.

Christian also grabs another one and takes it, using the technique you'd shown him. "Oh, he's good with his tongue," Anna chuckles, "lucky bitch," she smirks at you and you just shake your head.

Before you know it, shots are being taken around the kitchen, snacks are being eaten, music is playing, and a few of the guys are sitting on the edge of the hot tub with their legs dangling in the water. You escape to your room deciding you really want to change into something comfortable and escape the jeans you're wearing.

You make your way into your en-suite bathroom and pull on some shorts and a bralette before realizing you left your shirt laying on your bed. "Shit" you gasp when you walk out of the bathroom, finding Christian sitting on your bed.

"Sorry, I was looking for a bathroom, and I uh" he stammers trying his best not stare at your tits since they are only barely covered by the sheer lace bralette you are wearing.

You chuckle and grab your shirt from beside him, pulling it over your head, "better?" you ask.

"Yes and no," he grins back at you pulling you to stand between his legs. You dip your head and press your lips against his and just as you do the door to your room flings open. "Found them," Weston shouts, "but I don't think they wanted me to," he chuckles closing the door back.

"My god, our friends are ridiculous" he says pressing another kiss to your lips as he stands up. He makes his way into the bathroom and you debate if you should wait on him in your room, but you ultimately decide to go ahead and join the others.

"That was quick," Wes chuckles when you flip him off. Christian emerges from your room a few minutes later and sits down on the couch beside you. A drinking game ensues as you all spill one secret after another in a game of never have I ever. You notice that Amelia and Tim seem to have sneaked away from the crowd and you lean over to whisper your suspicions in Christian's ear as he nods and turns to whisper something back to you, lightly kissing your neck in the process.

Tyler grins at you with an "I saw that" look and you just smile back at him playfully.

Everyone heads outside to sit on the patio for a while and you make your way into the kitchen. You already told them they are welcome to stay since you actually had more beds than you need and plenty of space if they didn't want to take an Uber back to the hotel they were supposed to be in, so you are expecting everyone to crash here most likely.

You clean up a few things and put anything that needs to be refrigerated back into the fridge. As you are bent over putting things away, you feel a pair of arms wrap around you as you stand up. "Do you mind if I stay with you?" Christian whispers against your neck, feeling you shudder against him.

"No, not at all," you whisper back to him turning to kiss him softly. You stand there kissing for a few moments, happy to not be interrupted for once.

"Come on," you say as you pull him towards your room, shutting the door and locking it behind you.

"You aren't drunk are you?" he asks as he pulls you against him, "no, are you?" you respond and he shakes his head.

He dips his head to capture your lips in a fiery kiss, knowing you won't be walked in on again. You walk backwards until your knees hit the back of the bed causing you to sit down and start inching your way towards the head of the bed. Christian follows you, his lips attaching to your neck, jaw, collar bones, anything he can get them on as he lifts your shirt over your head.

He dips his head, grazing his teeth over one of your covered nipples pulling a quiet gasp from you before sliding his hand under your bralette and palming your other breast. He slips the thin lace covering up and over your head, tossing it across the room.

He pulls his own shirt over his head and you make an ill attempt to cover yourself with your hands, suddenly feeling self conscious about yourself when faced with his impeccably toned body.

Jesus, what does this man do for a living? you think to yourself.

He confidently moves your hands from your body, "you're gorgeous, let me see you," he whispers against your lips before kissing you softly. He moves his way back down your body, placing slow open mouthed kisses along the way until he reaches them waistband of your shorts.

He glances up to you as you slide your hands down your body and into the top of your shorts, lifting your hips as he pulls the shorts and your underwear down your legs.

You sit up quickly, moving to unbutton his shorts and push them from his waist along with with his boxers, his hardened cock springs free as he settles himself between your legs when you fall back onto the pillows, kicking the rest of his clothes off the end of the bed.

He glides his hand down your body, cupping your pussy, "I want you so bad" he whispers against your neck pressing his hardened length into your leg as he dips one finger into your entrance. "So fucking wet for me, y/n" he groans, hissing as you wrap your fingers around his cock. It's thick and heavy in your hand as you grip him, moving your hand up and down slowly as he involuntarily thrusts into your hand.

"Will you be able to get off from my cock, or do you need me to go down on you?" he asks, placing sloppy kisses over your chest and sliding another finger into you, noticing the way your back arches and you clench around them when his thumb brushes over your clit.

"Yes," a breathy moan escapes from you as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. He chuckles, "that didn't answer my question, y/n, which one do you want, my tongue or my cock?"

"Cock, definitely cock," you moan as he continues working his fingers into you. You let out a whimper when he withdraws them and slips them into his mouth, humming at the taste. "Maybe I should go down on you, you taste fucking amazing," he groans almost as if he is pained by the decision.

You waste no time as you line him up with your entrance, "please, I need you inside of me, Christian."

He pushes into you, just barely with the tip before withdrawing, sliding the head of his cock, now covered in your juices, over your clit before returning to tease at your entrance again.

"This what you want, y/n? Hmm? You want this cock in you?" he says with a cocky smirk playing on his lips.

"Yes, please," you lift your hips just barely, trying to pull him into you further.

"I think you can do better than that," he grins, once again rubbing over your clit with his tip, "beg me, tell me how bad you want it."

Your eyes snap to his in a silent stare off. You're not usually one to beg for anything, but this man, this man has some kind of unexplainable hold over you and you realize you will do anything to feel him.

"Christian, please, please fuck me, I want to feel you inside of me, please fill me up, I want to feel every inch of you," you trail off, breathless, panting, begging him for more.

"Look at you begging me to fuck you," he smirks leaning down to press a heavy kiss to your lips, "ok, y/n, I'll fuck you," he groans as he slips into you just another inch or so, feeling you contract around him.

"Take a deep breath for me," he whispers against the shell of your ear as he pushes into you fully causing you to let out a gasp at the delightfully painful stretch.

"Fuck" he moans, "you feel good, taking all of me like a good girl."

Butterflies swarm in your stomach at his words. You never knew you had a praise kink until just now, but hearing him call you a good girl is driving you mad.

You pull one leg up over his hip while he snakes his forearm under your other leg, driving himself even further into you as he starts to move.

He watches as he slides in and out of you, watching where your bodies meet and feeling you clench around him.

"God you're amazing" he grunts out as he leans down to flick his tongue over your nipple. He pulls your fingers into his mouth before grabbing your wrist and moving your hand down your body.

Your back arches when you make contact with your clit, "that feel good," he pants out.

"Yes, so so good Christian, keep going, please don't stop," you beg as he grazes over your g-spot with his cock.

He lets out a moan watching the scene in front of him, you toying with your clit, him slipping in and out of you, his cock glistening with your wetness, the view nearly causing him to cum on the spot.

He fights off the urge to cum with everything that he has, slowing his pace slightly and giving you a few slow and deep thrusts. You let out a moan and feel yourself clench around him.

"Fuck, y/n, if you keep doing that I'm gonna explode," he groans.

"It's not like I can really control it, you know," you pant out.

He lets out a chuckle, burying himself fully inside of you, his hips flush against yours as he kisses you deeply.

You clench around him again, this time on purpose, silently begging him to start moving again.

"I know you did that one on purpose," he says as he nips against your neck.

"You want me to start moving again, huh? Need to feel me pounding into you, yeah?" a cocky smirk playing on his lips as you nod and lift your hips.

He starts moving again as you resume circling your fingers over your clit. Your head thrown back against the pillows as he picks up the pace chasing his own high.

He slides his hand around the back of your head, "lift your head up, y/n, look at us, look at how wet you are for me, look at how I'm pounding into you, look at you taking every inch of me," he grunts out between a few strangled moans.

"Fuck, please tell me you're close, I'm not sure how much longer I can hold off," he whimpers.

"Yes, I'm close, so close," you breathe out, feeling your orgasm building.

"Cum for me, y/n, please cum for me," he moans.

"Now who's begging," you grin, but you are cut short when a particularly deep thrust sends you toppling over the edge. Your eyes slam shut as your vision blurs, white spots dotting it when your back arches off of the bed and you come undone around him.

Your body shudders as he pulls out of you, pumping himself a couple of times with his hand and spilling all over your abdomen with a quiet moan of your name into your neck.

He slides his hand over your hip, giving you and appreciative squeeze as you both work to steady your breathing while he places a few lazy kisses over your neck and jaw.

Your hands drag delicately over his back, feeling the muscles ripple under your finger tips when he shivers slightly.

He presses his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes before kissing you softly. As he moves to get out of bed, he leans down and flicks his tongue over your nipple, causing you to squirm and let out a little squeal. He chuckles to himself as he disappears into the bathroom looking for something to use to clean you up.

Your eyes dance over his body as he leaves the room, the well defined muscles on his back and ass fully on show.

He quickly returns with a towel, cleaning you up a little before you grab a T-shirt from the floor and head to the bathroom to finish properly wiping yourself down.

You throw the shirt over your head, realizing it's his when it hits the tops of your thighs. When you exit the bathroom, he's back in the bed, his boxers pulled back on as he waits for you. He eyes you up and down in his shirt, thinking to himself how good it looks on you as you slide into bed next to him.

"So, I probably should've done this before," he starts, tucking your hair behind your ear, "but, I'm in town for a few more days and I'd love to take you to dinner, or coffee, or whatever you want to do before I leave."

"Look, I don't usually sleep with guys I just met, Christian, but you don't have to take me on a date out of some weird obligation," you smile at him, bringing your hand up to graze over the stubble on his jaw.

"It's not out of obligation, I swear, I wanted to ask before we slept together, but now I definitely want to see you again," he offers you a kind smile.

"Ok" you answer him quietly.

"Ok?" he questions and grins when you nod and he places a kiss on your forehead.

"So what do you do for a living?" you ask him, not really sleepy and in the mood to get to know him a little better.

"Um, I play soccer," he gives you a sheepish smile.

"That's a hobby, what do you do for like work?" you press him a little further.

"I'm a professional soccer player, y/n, or football depending on where you're from, I play for a professional club in England, and I'm here right now with the US national team, the other guys, they all play too," he says as he watches the blood practically drain from your face.

"You're a professional athlete?!? Jesus Christ, Christian, you could've said something," you search his face, thinking maybe he's messing with you, but you can tell he's serious by his expression.

"I mean, it didn't really come up I guess, and does it matter?" he questions you, his eyes darting back and forth as he scans your stunned expression.

"No, I guess it doesn't matter, but I might have thought differently about agreeing to a date," you let out a sigh.

"Why is that?" he asks with a puzzled look on his face.

"I don't know, the thought of going out with you is a little scarier I guess," you answer him quietly.

"Look, you don't have to go out with me if you don't want to, I really want you to, but I get it if you don't," he smiles sympathetically, "but it is really nice to meet someone who isn't hunting me down for my name, so I'm hoping you don't change your mind."

"So you're like famous? I'm sorry, I don't follow sports much, so I had no idea, I hope that's not insulting," you say, now questioning how you could've missed it.

"I mean, yeah, I guess I'm kind of famous, but obviously not that famous if you didn't recognize me," he chuckles.

"Where's your phone?" he asks, sliding his hand up and down your arm trying to comfort you.

You reach to the bedside table, opening your phone to the home screen and handing it to him.

He puts his number in and sends himself a quick text so that he will have your number, saving himself as CP⚽️ while you watch.

"Really, that's how you're going to put yourself into my phone?" you roll your eyes playfully.

"Just don't want you to be confused about who I am when I text you" he grins back at you.

He opens your Instagram app, scrolling through a few pictures on your profile before pulling up his own profile. "This is me." he says, handing the phone back to you noticing your eyes widen at the number of followers before you scroll through some of his pictures and view his stories from earlier in the night, including one where you could see yourself dancing in the background.

You smile at your phone, liking the story before closing your phone and putting it back on the bedside table.

"What no follow?" he chuckles pulling you to face him again.

"Nope." you grin at him.

"Really, though, I want to take you out, please at least think about it," he says as he cups his hand over your jaw, his thumb caressing your cheek.

"I'll think about it," you lean over and press a soft kiss to his lips.

A short while later, Christian was snoring quietly beside you after asking you about what you did for work and where you live.

You lay there staring at him, wondering how in the hell you'd just slept with him without knowing who he was. Finally after what feels like forever, you drift off to sleep, his arm thrown over your waist pulling you closer to him.

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looby1302 · 4 months

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Part 4 of guilty conscience

Hope you all enjoy.

Smut and angst warning.

This is Jackies POV

As she hung up on Cole, tears formed in Her eyes, not only was she in shock with the words that he had began to mutter. She was also homesick. she felt like she just found her new family, only to leave them without warning. she may have not liked Colorado when she first arrived, however, this countrified little town she grew to love. This family had accepted her, as she is, no questions asked.

George and Catherine’s presence, The Brothers bickering, Parkers ball hitting the house, even the dogs bark. She missed it all. The thought of Alex, not knowing what happened, why she left, and why she wasn’t answering haunted her. She needed to call and explain herself. but she would give Herself tonight, to try and find the right words. To tell this boy that she had began to grow attached to that he wasn’t the one that she truthfully desired.

She fell into a light slumber, awakening all through the night by the sound of traffic, people, arguing, music in the distance. The morning came around quickly as sleep eluded her. She entered in the living room she glanced suspiciously at Danny pacing the room, getting ready for Juilliard. “ you will be great today I have no doubt”. He looked at her, with relief. like that’s exactly what he needed to hear. “ thanks Jackie, I hope you have a great day at your internship as well, I’ll see you tonight.” With that Danny left making his way to the front door. The apartment was quiet, uncle Richard Had left for business in the early hours. He would be back tomorrow morning.

She got her bag ready, fixed Her hair, chose the right outfit, and yet she still had an hour to spare. She decided to have that dreaded phone call. the One she had been avoiding. She unlocks her phone, scrolls through the contacts until she sees the name, Alex, Walter and she hits the call button. Her heart starts beating uncontrollably.

He answers on the fifth ring. Frantically he starts talking “ hey what’s up? where are you? Why haven’t I heard from you? Are you ok?”. Jackie takes a deep breath. “ hey Alex, I’m so sorry that I left without saying goodbye, I’ve got the internship. I found out in the morning and they needed me right away. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, I just thought that would be better for me, just to leave, I’m in New York with Danny”.

Alex continued talking, he couldn’t quite fathom the reason why she didn’t wake anyone. Why she couldn’t say goodbye to her boyfriend. why she just upped and left. he barely let her speak. With that, she cut him off. “ look Alex, I know that you’re going to camp today and obviously I’m in New York to do my internship, I think we should hit the pause button on us, I’m sorry, it’s just not working.”. She said sympathetically.. “ what do you mean pause button on us? we were together. I told you I loved you, you said nothing back, I wake up to find you gone, the teapot the one that Parker broke in your bedroom all fixed. I don’t buy it. I know that this is something to do with Cole. what did he do?”.

She takes deep breath, obviously she’s not going to confess everything that happened. That would cause more hostility in the house. “ Cole hasn’t done anything, he gave me the teapot, as a thank you, for helping him get back on the right path, he also knew how much it meant to me, I’m sorry I’m doing this over the phone but I’ll see you when your back from camp and maybe we can talk about it then”. with that Alex replied “sure”. He hung up on her.

Jackie felt a huge relief, maybe not About the cheating part. But in general she had put a stop to the relationship at least for now. She had only just got over the hottest make out session of her life.

Jackie had made it to her internship, she had began doing office work and organising which is something she love to do. She had no complaints, as she finally took her lunch break. She could see, this farmer looking Young man staring at her through the window. She started to think that she was going crazy. there’s no way that Cole walter is in New York. as he gets closer and closer. she still can’t believe her eyes.

As he enters and uses those famous words. “ Hey New York” she quivers. Not thinking, instinctively she rises from her chair. heads over to him. She forcefully grabs him by the neck and presses her lips against his. The kiss intensifies as he pulls her in closer and her legs start to buckle at the sensation.

The bag strap falls from his shoulder. hits the ground with a massive thud. She suddenly snaps back into reality and steps backwards. “Jackie, you’ll be the death of me” He mutters breathlessly, his eyes still fixed on hers. After finally getting her breath back. “ I can’t believe I just did that, what are you doing here?”. He smiles at her. “ I came here for you“.

She can hear voices in the distance growing closer and closer she chooses to step back again to create some more distance. “ Miss Howard, Louise has asked me if you could have those numbers done by tonight at the latest please”. This raven haired, businesswoman asks “ sure, no problem” Jackie replies. as the woman turns and walks away. Jackie turns to Cole. “ we will talk tonight, do you have anywhere to stay? or do you wanna stay at Uncle Richards?”.

As she holds her posture. “ I didn’t really think that far ahead, would it be okay if I stay at Richards?” he says, not, even blinking once, eyes transfixed on her. “ of course. I’ve got to get back to work but I’ll text you the address. Nobody should be there at the moment, Richard is on business, Danny is at Juilliard, so let yourself in, please make yourself at home”. She says handing him a key from her bag.

Cole leans down and picks up his bag “sure New York, thanks”. He heads towards the door, Of course not without giving her one last look up and down. she starts to feel Fire burning throughout her whole body, watching him leave through the window.

Jackie hurries to Richard’s apartment once she has finished her work and told she can leave. She enters the front door and heads inside looking for Cole. She finds him in the living room sat on the couch watching football waiting for her, When he finally spots her “hey we need to talk”. He says gulping at her beauty, she heads toward him, she drops her bag off of her back mid stride as it hits the floor. She places one leg over his waist and begins to straddle him.

He’s taken back a bit, this is not what he was expecting at all. He looks up into her eyes as she hovers above him. They are blown wide, pupils dilated. This time it’s his turn. He grabs the back of her head pulling her down. Lips crashing, hands moving all over each other, Moans and grunts escaping uncontrollably. His hand is lowering as her dress is rising up. She knows she wants him more than anything. They both stop dead where they hear a cough emerge from the other end of the living room, they both turn to see Danny stood there with a horrifying look on his face.

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Roosters and Re-enactment Day

Chapter Ten of Sweet Home Alabama

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd), Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd)

Description: As a final stop in what seems to be the Pigeon Creek reunion tour, you stop by the annual re-enactment ceremony. Now more than ever you feel like you need a moment with your dad. You need his advice, you need his calm capable presence and possibly one of his big bear hugs. Bradley Bradshaw's quite sure he would never come this far below the Mason Dixon line if it weren't for one person. Linley Floyd is worth it, if only partially, because she's way too countrified for his liking. Even if he could move past her connections to her chicken-fried steak roots, which he can, he's pretty sure it's better to have her in New York. Where she belongs. At least he can meet the dad she adores and gets him to come to New York for the wedding, right?

In the meetings that follow, both Bradley and Linley are left reeling. Because there are some secrets that have been kept from them both which rocks the bedrock of their relationship.

Themes: love, attraction, angst, sex, cheating, lying

Warnings: animal antics (there's dynamite and a cat)

Word Count: 2811

A/N: Wooohooo! We're finally going to see more of Bradley! It's not the best meeting for the affianced pair, and it leaves Linley reeling even more, but there are some secrets that have been kept which are revealed and very important for character growth.

AO3: Cross-posted here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted here!

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You wake up the following day, sure that it’s time to go back to New York. Whether Jake leaves Pigeon Creek and when he does it, it really doesn’t matter. All you know is that if you’re in Pigeon Creek any longer, you’re going to make another stupid decision that you’re going to regret for the rest of your life. There must be something in the water in this town. Why else do you keep finding yourself in these situations? It has to be because of Jake, with his stupid dimples, his stupidly broad shoulders, and the stupid way his hair curls softly over his forehead.

But well, before you go, there is one person you have to say goodbye to. And you have to make him promise to come see you up in New York. Your dad hasn’t made the journey up even once in the seven years you’ve been up there, no matter how many tickets you send. He might be irritable and stubborn, but he’s still your dad. You want to share your life with him. It just figures that in order to find him so you can tell him that, you have to head out to the battlefield.

Re-enactment Day emphasized with a capital R and a capital D, is a big deal in Pigeon Creek and Greeneville. Every year for as long as you can remember, your daddy would wake up early in the morning in the middle of summer, wear his Confederate Soldier uniform, and make the drive out past Greeneville and to the battle site. At one point in time, it had been your favorite part of the summer, if only because it gave you an entire day where you had your dad’s full attention - when he wasn’t surrendering, that is.

The scent of gunpowder is on the hot summer breeze as you pull into the parking lot in your rental. It’s hot and dusty and crowded. The milling crowd makes it nearly impossible for you to see where your dad is, and well, thanks to him, it’s not like you’re the tallest person. But it doesn’t take you very long to find your dad in the makeshift Confederate embankment, especially considering how you could hear him from a mile away. His face lights up at the sight of you, and of course, the first thing he does is tell everyone about how successful you’ve been in New York. A part of you isn’t sure you deserve to know how proud he is of you, but you’re not going to say anything to dissuade him. You need all of the boosts to your reputation you can get at this point.

“C’mere, kiddo.” You walk right into your dad’s arms, and somehow, it makes you feel like you’re home. “What’s eating at you, huh? You’ve been back in Pigeon Creek for just a little while, and you’ve already been arrested once. I feel like I haven’t even seen you since that night. Is what’s going on so serious that even your dad can’t help you?”

In the quiet of the tent, you let everything spill, sobbing your heart out with all of the faith a child has in her father’s ability to solve any problem, no matter how serious.

“Kiddo, can you look at me?” There’s wet on your cheeks as you look into the green eyes that you knew would always protect you. “Heartbreak is the worst thing in the world. Take it from me: it’s the worst thing I’ve ever experienced. But I had you. Your sweet, gummy-toothed smile and how your eyes would light up at the sight of me.”

“You accused me of wanting Jake as a son more than I wanted you as a daughter, and well, kiddo, you’re wrong. I love you. I will always support you and care for you. I’m your dad, and it’s what I’m supposed to do. But can you honestly say that you’ve treated Jake exactly as harshly as he deserved?”

It’s something you’ve never thought of, and it makes the pit yawning in your stomach seem even deeper and darker.

“You left Pigeon Creek, kiddo. And you stole every bit of that boy when you did. You left behind a shell of a man. He gave up the football scholarship he’d deferred and gave up on all of his dreams because you weren’t there to cheer him on. He even came to me and apologized for not being able to take care of you the way he promised he would when you got married.”

You think your heart is breaking all over again at his words.

"How was I to know when he never told me anything, Dad?" You may once have known Jake Seresin better than you knew yourself, but you still can't read his mind.

"I know, kiddo, I know. Just maybe don't sell him short, okay?" At your aborted nod, he hands you his handkerchief and cheerily says, "Now, c'mon, we're just getting started. Time for you to see your old dad kick some butt, Linnie!"

Just like you did when you were a child, you hold onto his hat and powder horn, smiling as he takes his place in line with both items in their place. People from New York might need a passport to come down to Pigeon Creek, but sometimes, it's the best place in the world.

Floyd Plantation, Greeneville, Alabama

Even the air smells different in Alabama. It’s earthy and fresh, completely different from the usual smoke-filled, trash-scented air in New York. Being here, Bradley’s sure he knows exactly why Linley’s spoken so fondly about Floyd Plantation. If he closes his eyes a little, he can almost see the smaller, gap-toothed, glasses-wearing version of her sitting under a tree in the lush green grass with a notebook on her lap and coloring supplies spilled out around her. He's seen the rapt concentration on her face, after all, late at night in New York with neon painting her face.

God, he can't wait to see her again. It's not even been a week, and Bradley can't wait to have his beautiful fiancée in his arms again. He can't wait to meet her family, too. He just knows they're going to be all Southern charm the minute he knocks on the door. Maybe he’s dreaming a bit too much because he nearly ends up in a pileup when a disgustingly bright orange truck nearly bowls into him. The other man lets him continue down the road, and it’s a surprise to see him pull up in front of the same house he does.

“Afternoon.” Bradley’s truly in a good mood.

“How are ya?” The other man’s nearly surly, though apparently good manners still win out. There’s something that looks an awful lot like derision on his face as he scans over the tailored suit Bradley is wearing.

“Good, thanks. Yourself?” As Bradley walks up to the front door, so does the other man.

“No complaints.”

“That's a beautiful house.” It’s exactly like Linley described it.

“Sure. Yeah.” God, he hopes this man isn’t just a carpenter or something else equally pedestrian.

“So, uh, are you here to see Bobby Ray?” Who the hell is Bobby Ray?

“Actually, I'm, uh, hoping to surprise Linley.” Why is he explaining himself to this stranger?

“Linley?” He questions.

“My fiancée, Linley.” There’s something curious in the other man’s facial expressions.

“You got the wrong house, don't ya?” But why would Linley lead him wrong or give him the wrong address?

“This is, uh, the Floyd place, isn't it?” Bradley’s not sure he likes the confusion on the other man’s face.

“Are we talking about the same girl?” There is no way Linley knows this hick. No way.

“Linley Floyd.”

When this guy spits out a girl’s name, a name nearly identical to his fiancée’s but for a different last name, Bradley’s sure the universe is playing a merry trick on him.

“Linley Mitchell?”

Bradley’s not sure what he’s realized, but he has to say something. “Oh, well, that explains it.”

The other man definitely seems to know more than Bradley does, and he’s not sure he likes it, especially his tone as he says, “That sure does.”

“Bradley Bradshaw.” He murmurs, proffering his hand to the man.

“Jake Seresin.” He’s quick to blurt out as he shakes Bradley’s hand.

“Nice meeting you, Jake.” If the other man can’t tell, Bradley’s not pleased to meet him, not at all. But he rings the doorbell anyway.

As luck would have it, when the door opens, it’s not Linley but another man. Why is all of Greenville filled with handsome men and not Bradley’s very pretty brunette fiancé? The man on the other side of the door is bespectacled with an upturned nose, and the first thing he does is say, “Hey, Jake. What's goin' on?”

“Oh, you know, I'm just, uh, talkin' to Lin’s fiancé here.” The look the two men share sends a foreboding jolt through Bradley’s system. “Wondering if you might know where she is?”

“I’m Bradley Bradshaw.” Bradley’s quick to introduce himself, holding his hand out again. “You must be…”

“I’m Bobby Ray,” The bespectacled man mutters, “Linley’s uh, cousin?”

Now, why does that sound like a question?

But before Bradley can dig a little bit deeper, Bobby continues. “I see you’ve already met Jake…” Again, with the looks that speak volumes. “Her, uh…”

“Other cousin.” Jake pops a toothpick into his mouth and smiles charmingly at Bradley. Well, Bradley doesn’t trust the man, but if he is who he says he is, then family is family.

“It’s good to meet more of Linley’s family!” His smile is just as charming.

“Linley mentioned going to visit her daddy up at the, uh, battlefield.” Bobby blurts out, locking the door behind him and taking a few steps toward where Bradley is standing on the stoop.

“The battlefield? What would she be doing there?” His Linley’s not the battlefield type, much-preferring air conditioning and fabric to sweltering heat.

“You know us Southerners.” Bobby’s smile is sweet and a little disarming. “I mean, the minute the Confederacy died, it became a moral issue.”

“C’mon, let me give you a ride up there.” Bradley can only accept the offer because who knows where this battlefield is. It was hard enough finding his way to Floyd Plantation with the acres of land between Greeneville and the old stately home.

“That's great. Thank you.” His voice is all politician’s charm as he smiles at Jake. “Nice meeting you, Bob.” He follows the other man to his orange truck and settles in for a ride through town.

There’s music blaring faintly out of the truck’s speakers, some god-awful country tune. It’s as they’re riding down the dusty main street of some small town near Greeneville that Bradley finally breaks the uneasy peace.

“So…” He has to clear his throat, not sure he’s heard the name right. “Who’s Linley Mitchell?”

“Ah, she’s a…” Jake can’t seem to make up his mind for what to say. “Local hero around here.”

“Why is that?”

“She blew up the bank.”

“That made her a hero?” If anyone had done that in New York, they’d be rotting in prison for years.

“Well, notorious, anyway.” There’s a fond look on Jake’s face as he relays the tale of the notorious Linley Mitchell. “She was fortunate. Nobody was hurt except, maybe, the cat.”

“What cat?” God, if Bradley’s here much longer, he’s going to lose more brain cells than he cares to think about.

“The one with the dynamite on its back.”

“She blew up a cat?” Can you blame him for being confused?

“He was scheduled to die.” Jake sounds so flippant about all of this.

“From dynamite?” Talking to the people down here is like getting blood from a stone.

“The vet said it had cancer, so Eldon, he was the old cat’s owner, thought it'd be put in one of those chambers, you know, the ones that suck their lungs out. Little Lin, she couldn't bear the thought of that. She, uh, she wanted somethin' more humane.”

Since when is dynamite a more humane type of euthanasia?

“Yeah, sure.” Bradley shrugs, not sure what to think about what Linley’s cousin Jake is telling him.

“So, they were doing some blastin' out by the new highway. So, we, uh, we took old Fuzz, that’s the cat’s name, up there, taped him up. Used about thirty feet of fuse just to be on the safe side, said our prayers, and ran like hell.”

“Of course.” Is it bad that Bradley can almost see it? If only he could figure out why this Linley looks so much like his own in his mental image.

But before he can ask anything else about her, Jake continues the story. “So, there we were, sittin' in Virgie's Diner, feelin' pretty blue. When Lin looks up and sees that damn cat, trottin' down the road, searchin' for Eldon.”

Someone somewhere has it out for Bradley Bradshaw. "No shit." There's no way this story is real.

"Yeah, and we would have caught him, too..." Jake's laughing as he drives the truck, free hand gesticulating as he spits the words out in fond excitement. "But once that fuse hit his tail, boom, he took off like a shot."

"And into the bank." Bradley's getting wrapped up in this tall cat tale despite himself.

"Well... the theory is..." Jake smiles as he says the words, "He probably wriggled loose from the explosive. 'Cause, uh, people still see him from time to time, scorched tail and all. He's a little skittish around humans."

This guy sure can tell a good story. "That was quite a story."

"She was quite a girl." For the first time, Bradley sees something other than cockiness in Jake's face and hears something else in his tone.

"Whatever happened to her?" He's not sure he should ask this question, not when he sees the clear devastation on Jake's face.

"Oh, you know… wound up pregnant... married some loser right out of high school." The other man's trying so hard to sound nonchalant, but there's something more to this story. Bradley's almost debating calling Cyclone when he can, only so someone can do some more digging - into Jake, into Linley Mitchell, he's not sure who. He may hate his mom's Chief of Staff, but boy, is he good at digging up some dirt.

Thankfully Bradley's saved from responding to the dumb hick who'd driven him here when the truck lurches into the all-dirt parking lot. As the hot wind whips through his hair, it barely takes him any time at all to see Linley through a gap in the crowd. She's looking at the re-enactors raptly as taps play out over the silent field.

She turns around as the applause rings out, and Bradley can tell exactly when she sees him. "Are you surprised?"

She looks more stunned than surprised, but this is his fiancée so he kisses her anyway. She feels so perfect, so right in his arms.

Of course, the moment he lets her go, she's asking, "What're you doing here?" Her Alabama twang is so cute, stronger after a few days home than it's ever been in New York. He needs to get his jet-setting bride-to-be back where she belongs - as well as possibly in front of a tutor or vocal coach to train the twang out of her vocal patterns. The future First Lady of New York can't sound like she came out of bum-fuck nowhere after all.

But that's just a fleeting thought, especially when Jake pipes up, unasked, and supplies, "Well, I came to deliver your fiancé."

"I think she was talking to me." He's quick to snap out. But his attention is taken up by the short man who's walking up the slope in a white t-shirt, Confederate Army uniform jacket unbuttoned.

He's got green eyes and unruly dark hair, just like Linley's. A pair of aviators sits low on his nose. But there's something about the way he carries himself that Bradley has seen before. This man exudes a sense of ease, this imperceptible swagger that has nothing to do with how bowlegged he is after getting off of a horse. He shrugs the uniform jacket off and hands the garment to Linley.

"Hey, kiddo." He grunts, his voice playful as he kisses Linley's temple. "You got my leather jacket?"

It feels like a punch to the gut as he throws the jacket on, and Bradley sees patches he's seen all of his life come into focus. Then the aviators come off, and Bradley's face to face with a ghost he hasn't seen since he was four years old.

His voice is gravelly and gritty as he chokes out, "Hey, Uncle Mav."

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