#Jake Washer
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can’t help but to think about jake being your family’s car washer, shirtless in the garage, sweat all over his face and dripping down his abs, panting due to extreme fatigue. You can’t help but stare at him as he noticed how you’re drooling over his naked body and how you practically eye fuck him. And of course, who is he to ignore your stares as he walk towards you and made you touch his exposed chests and abs, which leads to the both of you fucking on every car you have in the garage. 🥵
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Ever since your family hired Jake as their personal car washer, you’ve struggled to keep your eyes to yourself.
You thought the idea of your family even hiring someone for such a job was, in fact, stupid. Completely ludicrous. Why hire someone to wash your cars when there are LITERAL car washes to drive your car through? Or ya know, the hands of the family members doing it
You guessed since your family had money to blow and not enough time on their hands, hiring Jake was something they wanted. You couldn’t argue with your parents, not when they are paying for your college and letting you live at home still rent-free…who were you to complain?
Obviously, the first few times Jake came to wash the cars, you’d scrunch your nose at him, purposely getting in your car and driving away, making his job harder on him. You didn’t care at first, you thought this idea was stupid and a waste of money when you could just wash your car yourself.
But it wasn’t until you took a nap after class completely forgot Jake was scheduled to wash the cars. Hearing the sound of water from the hose hitting the hoods of one of the cars that you jolted from your bed and quickly rushed to the window peeking behind the blinds, seeing Jake bent over your father's car, clothes completely soaked and soapy with the massive sponge in hand as he cleaned the hood.
You are filled with anger after seeing your car was moved and parked in the grass, seeing it was already cleaned.
Jake wasn’t stupid, he knew you hated him even if it was for reasons unknown, not that he even cared, he was getting paid bank to wash four cars once every week. So when he arrived for his scheduled time and saw your car parked in the garage…oh the sweet shenanigans that filled his brain.
He’d knock on the front door like he does every time, smiling at your mother’s face when she opened the door for him, her earpiece attached to her ear showing that she was in the middle of a meeting. She smiled at him, raising her index finger to her lips and giving him a wink, waving him inside to grab the keys.
Jake grabbed the keys from the key bowl your family kept beside the garage door, his smirk growing ever more wide at seeing your keys sitting there.
So Jake washed your car first, pulling it from the garage. He didn’t even put the seat back into place after he was done like he normally would. He wanted to make your life hell the next time you sat in your car. Wanting to give him side-eyes, scrunched nose, and nasty looks every time you saw him? He’ll play your game. He even moved all the mirrors so you’d have to move them back and purposely leave your car parked in the grass in the front lawn knowing once you put two and two together you’d either rush outside to yell at him or stare at him from the second floor in your bedroom.
But you took too long to notice him, and he went ahead and started on your father’s car.
The early summer heat was making Jake exhausted. He was soaked, had soap literally everywhere, and could feel the sweat dripping down his face and body. He flung his head back, closing his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows cursing the heat. But when he opened his eyes and saw you staring down at him from your bedroom…the game was back on.
Jake dropped the sponge into the water bucket, eyes going back to you and keeping eye contact as his fingers reached for the ends of his shirt, slowly lifting it above and over his head and dropping it onto the ground.
You quickly looked away from the window, slamming your back against the wall, hands slapping against your face.
Oh god, he’s hotter than I thought.
Since then, you didn’t mind Jake being around. You purposely started putting reminders into your phone on the days Jake would show up.
You always found Jake attractive, but that day he took his shirt off…it sent you to another world you didn’t think was possible. You were so angry at your parents for hiring him, but now all you did was thank them.
At first, you tried to hide that you were watching him, but he’d catch you every single time. And as the seasons changed from spring to summer, the less clothes Jake started to wear.
Again, he wasn’t an idiot. Jake knew you were eye fucking him every chance you got. You stopped being so secret at watching him. Giving every excuse in the book to walk into the garage to “grab something” or “get something from your car before he washes it”. It boosted his ego every single time knowing that you wanted him. He purposely started showing up wearing tighter shirts to tight tank tops that showed off his toned arms. Tighter shorts that gave away completely that man is packing.
Jake obviously thought you were hot too and he couldn’t deny that fact he’s thought about dicking you down against every single car in the garage. Imagining how completely dumb he’d have you on his cock.
And he finally was given that opportunity.
It was one of the hottest days of the week. Jake took off his tank top to cool himself off for once instead of doing it to make you tremble. But it worked in his favor as he walked into the garage to cool and dry off before moving the final car back into the garage, and you walked out.
Jake stopped halfway into the garage, eyeing you up and down.
You were wearing a white crop tank top that hugged your breasts perfectly. Jake loved the fact you weren’t wearing a bra, noticing quickly how your nipples poked through. And oh GOD he noticed how tight your shorts were, hugging your thighs and pushing up in between your pussy’s lips, showing off the outline. Jake could only imagine how good your ass looked in those shorts, silently begging that you’d give him an excuse to grab something and turn around so he could see the view.
“Oh uhhh…” you said, eyes scanning his body and stopping at his abs. You weren’t expecting to see him in the garage, clearly already finished his job. Every excuse you had to use was thrown out the window, “Finished already?”
Jake chuckled slowly walking towards you, “Since when have you cared when I’ve…finished?”
Jake was getting too close to you, well not too close to the point you didn’t like it, you obviously wanted him closer, but you weren’t prepared for it at this moment.
“I uhh…” you tried to search for the right things to say, any excuse you could say. At this point any bullshit. You’ve only ever stared at him from a distance, talked to him in passing so you could stare at him. These were the consequences of your actions.
“Use your words, baby,” Jake said, his body now inches away from yours, chuckles escaping his mouth, “What? You were so vocal about how much you hated me when we first met, why so quiet now?”
Because you’re the hottest human being I’ve ever met
You just slightly shrugged, still trying to find literally anything to say.
“I said,” he whispered, his wet, soapy hands grabbing both of yours and blessing them on his wet, soapy, sweaty chest, “Use your words,”
You tried to not moan out just from touching him. The warmth of his chest was enough to send your whole body temperature skyrocketing. Your eyes wander down to his chest, watching as the water mixed with his sweat rolled down his body, how his chest raised and fell, feeling how fast his heart was racing.
You slid your hands down his chest, stopping at the top of his abs, letting your fingers trace around them.
Just from your touch, Jake was already rock hard. He wanted nothing more than to drag you up the stairs and bend you over your bed, face pressed so deep into the sheets while he railed you from behind. But he couldn’t get up the stairs without passing your parent’s shared office. The garage would have to do.
Jake wasted no time flying his hands to your waist and pressing you to him, his lips pressing aggressively with yours.
Your thighs rubbed together at feeling him against you. You wanted him. Oh god did you want him.
Jake mapped out the garage in his mind, looking for a place he could fuck you without making anyone in the house take notice of it.
And there was only one place he could think.
Jake quickly twisted you around, your back being pressed against the hood of your car. The water and soap from Jake’s body were now seeping into your clothes, making them soaked.
Jake groaned at your now wet shirt, your nipples showing through completely and he didn’t even have to remove your shirt for it.
Jake’s lips found yours again, his fingers sliding down to your heat, rubbing it gently. You were already so soaked and he barely touched you.
“Fuck baby girl, already so wet for me?” he smirked against your lips, “Already so needy for my cock.”
You quickly nodded, wanting to feel more than just his fingers rub against your cunt.
“Use your words, we’re both adults here,”
You now wanted to beat the shit out of him. Jake was loving this, loved the way you scrunched your nose at him teasing you.
“Fuck me, Jake.”
Jake took your wrists in his hands, pinning your hands above you, “Where are your manners?” he rubbed his clothed hard dick against your cunt, “Only good girls get what they want.”
You wanted to roll your eyes, wanted to be a brat, but didn’t want to test Jake’s patience.
“Fuck me please Jakey,”
Jake groaned at the nickname, his hand going back down to your folds and sliding your shorts to the side and pushing his wet shorts down far enough to release his throbbing cock.
You bit your lip at the sight of his cock, your pussy clenching around nothing at the anticipation of him fucking you.
Jake lined himself up with you, then pushed himself in.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you, pushing him deeper inside of you.
“Fuck you feel so good,” he moaned in your ear, having to steady his hands at the side of your head to help fuck into you, “Fantasized so much on how good your pussy would feel wrapped around me.”
You had to bite down on your lip to keep your moans from escaping, not wanting to get caught.
Jake had other plans.
His hand reached up to your chin, fingers pulling your lip from your teeth and spreading your mouth open, “Oh no sweet thing,” he growled, “You’ve been so vocal before, you aren’t going to go quiet now.”
He fucked into your harder, faster, making the car beneath you two shake at his pace, “Moan for me. Moan my name, use that pretty voice of yours.”
You tilted your head to the side, attaching your lips to his ear, moaning out his name.
If you were going to be vocal, it was going to directly be in his ear. And oh man Jake was loving it.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he groans, his fingers trying to keep their grips on the hood from how wet and sweaty he was, from the soap that covered his body making it hard to keep in place. But he didn’t care. He was balls deep inside you, you were moaning his name like it was the only word you could speak. He was in heaven fucking an angel.
Jake didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to last, your tight cunt was sucking him so good and he was so pussy drunk he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop until he was unloading himself into you. His climax was fast approaching, but he’d be damned if he came before you.
His hand flew to your cunt, thumb rubbing circles against your clit and his lips sucking on your soft spot just below your ear and jaw, “Cum for me baby,”
Your pussy clenched around him, the sensation and the magic of his fingers was sending you over the edge. Your hands gripped the hood of your car the best they could as you released onto him.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he moaned biting your skin, his thrusts slowly coming to a stop as he made one final push, painting your gummy walls white.
Jake placed a kiss on your forehead before pulling out of you and setting your shorts back into place.
Fuck you were a sight to see, looking so fucked out against your car that he just finished washing that now had your and his hand prints all over the hood.
Damn, guess he now has an excuse to have to come back over tomorrow to “wash it again” or better yet fuck you against it and every car in this garage.
And by the look on your face, Jake knew you were thinking the same thing.
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Tiktok Trouble 3 - Jake Seresin
Authors Note: This had been sitting in my drafts for wayyyyy loo long and now that's it's out I feel terrible.
Word Count: 2742
Warnings: Hints at some steamy stuff but just fun other than that.
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Part One - - Part Two
(Thank you for the gif @unicornships )
Enjoy!
The first clip posted to his new tiktok account was an accident, one that remained nonetheless.
It starts with the camera swinging back and forth, picking up a conversation being had behind it as whoever was holding the phone swung their hands out to walk. Jakes voice rings out “I’ll have you know-“ before the clip ends and the next starts.
This time the camera is facing them and Jake is staring at the screen with narrowed eyes as Bob Floyd tries to explain it all.
“So I press this button?”
“Yes but it’s already recording.”
“How do you know it’s already recording?”
“Because the ring around the button?”
“What ring?”
“Oh. My. God.” Natasha laughs off camera. “You are so losing to your wife. Can I get her in the divorce? Honest question.”
“There will be no divorce!” Jake announces. “This park war ends in bloodshed.”
“You been watching that Viking show again?” Rooster asks, coming into view with a disappointed look as Jake shrugs.
“……yeah.”
- —-
COMMENTS:
“So pretty and still not a thought between those eyes.”
“I’m on moms side in the divorce.”
“You think he’s top or bottom?”
“bottom fs”
-
You were in your shared bedroom, reading some book you had gotten today as Jake works around the kitchen, not really knowing what to do with himself on his day off.
Then, like the genius he is, he realizes this would be the perfect time to prank you. So he starts setting up.
First he hides his phone on the glass cabinet, giving it a wink before connecting his iPad to the speaker and hiding the speaker in a cupboard.
He keeps the iPad close, beginning to peel potatoes before he yells loudly “Bubs! Can I get a hand?”
And though you don’t yell back he hears your feet pad along the floors until you hit the stairs and come rushing to him.
“Yeah?” You ask, moving to hug him from behind and kiss between his shoulder blades.
“Can you start prepping the steaks? I got the marinade ready, I just need you to prep em.” He hears you hum and give his back one more kiss before moving to the cupboard to grab the larger plates.
He quickly shoots out and hits play on the video he had pulled up.
The second you open the cupboard door a horrific scream rings out like a demon and you jump back quickly, screaming yourself as you dash to hide beside him.
Unable to help it he cackles, doubling over the counter at your scared face as you slowly piece together what just happened.
“No way.” You gasp.
“Uh huh. Got ya.” He smiles from ear to ear, winking.
“You’re dead Seresin.”
“Right back at ya, Seresin.”
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COMMENTS:
“The way she runs to his side has me WEAK!”
“the kiss between his shoulder blades??? SHAHNDJTN
“Aw! Look who learned how to use a phone!”
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Your retaliation comes 2 days later, at 3 am in the morning of course.
You had been tossing and turning all night when you got the idea, slipping from the bed to grab your phone and bringing it with you as you shuffle to Jakes side of the bed.
He was out, sleeping like the dead with his face shoved into the pillow and one arm tucked under it to keep it close while his other arm is spread to your side of the bed as if he was reaching for you even in sleep. The muscled expanse of his back is exposed, and the camera gets it all on flash as you lean forward to tap his skin softly and wake him up.
“Bubs. Bubs.” You whisper, sounding panicked which makes him blink groggily. “The laundry bird came and took the goat.”
“What?” He slurs, blinking so slowly you’re sure he’s going back to sleep.
“Bubs come on. The grim reaper broke the washer.”
“Fuck. Why?” He sounds so upset by the washer, even half asleep, you do your best to contain your laugh.
“The ladybugs are meeting and we gotta go greet them.”
“Okay..,.,” he moans, sitting up slightly, swiping at his face like he was actually getting ready to get up. “Okay.”
“We gotta hurry before the balloon hits the ocean floor.”
“Okay.” He sounds more determined now, sitting up. “Let’s go.”
Then, ever the loving wife you switch up quickly. “Why are you up? Go to sleep.”
“W-what?” He blinks, eyes half closed.
“You were sleep talking. Go back to bed.” You mutter, and he blinks before nodding.
“I’m sorry. Come lay with me.”
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COMMENTS:
“He was so confused lmao.”
“Mans was fighting for his life in those blinks.”
“The switch up has me dead.”
“Aw. He said sorry to you like it was his fault.”
-
It was rare that Jake ate McDonald’s, he was raised southern charm style and his mother hated the company. Homemade meals and southern drawls were the way to go.
That being said there were days like today, both of you sweaty and irritated, and the only choice was McDonald’s. You both had been helping your parents move, which was stressful enough before you added the drama all your siblings brought to the table.
And though Jake never wanted to talk crap about your family today he was extremely frustrated with them, mostly how they all seemed to be treating you like dirt and he could see you beginning to crumble which always upset him.
He decided that you both needed a break as your brother began biting about an antique watch your father was trying to sell, claiming it should be his, and somehow someway it became your fault and a huge fight.
So Jake took you out of the house, planning on getting you both food before you got too hangry, only to get more frustrated by the fact that the only non expensive restaurant in the area was McDonalds. And neither of you were dressed, nor had time for the other places.
So you sat in silence while you ate and he could feel the anxiety and anger easing out of both of you, and when you went to the bathroom he figured it was time to lift the mood fully.
He took the lid off your cup, stabbing the straw into the sauce cups lid and shoving it all in your drink before making sure your lid was back to normal.
He filmed the process of course, and when you come back he claims to be checking emails from work as he films you hum softly before taking a big swig of your drink only to gag.
A small laigh breaks out as you laugh yourself, panicking a bit as another gag takes over.
“Don’t puke.” He laughs, and you cover your face before taking your napkin and sliding it along your tongue.
“Absolutely not. What was that?”
“No clue.” He laughs, and you roll your eyes but the smile on your face was ear to ear.
“That was disgusting.”
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COMMENTS:
“The way he laughs while she gags out a lung has me cackling!”
“Not the Micky ds drink. Those are god tier.”
“He’s kind of impressing me with the pranks.”
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Monday night is spent waiting for him to come home, still cranky with your weekend with your siblings and parents, sore and just not into life in general.
You tried reading through some of the comments on your guys’ videos but those didn’t seem to help, you tried reading but the book you were reading was at a standstill and when you tried to clean the bathroom the bleach made you nauseated.
Truth be told all you wanted was Jake.
But you were his wife, which meant it was your actual job to torture him. And today you decided you would be torturing him.
You hear his truck, filming yourself filling a spoon with salt and dipping it into the soup.
When he comes in you smile. “Come taste this!”
“How about I taste you….” He growls.
“No bubs. I’m making dinner.” You huff, and he smiles before slurping the entire spoon into his mouth.
He tries, he really does, blinking slowly before his face pinches up and he gags. He practically wretches, another gag falling from his lips as he leans over the sink to try and spit it out. Running the faucet and washing his mouth out the best he can. “Oh my god bubs,”
“It was that bad?” You ask, watching him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to gag. I’m sorry bubs. I’m sorry.” He gags again, gulping down more water.
You start laughing then, practically keeling over as he keeps washing his mouth out.
“This…. This was a prank?” He sounds so betrayed that you feel a little bad laughing. “I….”
Then his face breaks into one of pure humor as he wheezes, laughing just as hard and moving closer to you until you are both wheezing in each other's faces. Just pure amusement.
“I can’t br…eathe!” You laugh and he presses his forehead to your shoulder as he holds his ribs.
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COMMENTS:
“Just two people wheezing in eachothers faces lmao.”
“I want what they have.”
“Is no one gonna talk about him eating her comment???? Srsly?!”
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“Okay, so there is this couple on here right….” You start, staring at him. He keeps casting nervous looks to where your phone is set up to record you both. Like he was waiting for the prank.
“Yeah?”
“And they basically dressed up as eachother for this song. Like he wore her clothes and she wore his and-”
“I’m in.”
“Really? No arguing?”
“No. You’ve got that excited look in your eye and I cannot refuse.” He laughs and you can’t help but clap your hands and jump up to dash upstairs which makes him laugh and snatch the phone.
30 minutes later you both are trying to concentrate on making the video, Jake dressed in one of your dresses and barely managing to walk in the heels.
He is bent over, his hand on his knees as he laughs, the dress groaning at each movement. “I can’t…. Shit-“
You are no better, dressed in his military uniform as you try to keep standing, barely breathing as you laugh. “Who….. who said marriage would be boring?”
“My mother. On our wedding day. When she tried convince us not to get married!” He laughs at the memory, hand shooting out to catch you when you keel over from laughing.
“Okay. Okay let’s do this.” He clears his throat and stands straight. You both film the video and while you post it you begin compiling the behind the scenes which does indeed have a clip of him bending over and the dress completely ripping down the middle.
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COMMENTS:
“Great googly moogly.”
“His mom said what?????? Need a story time.”
“How many times did I watch this? Yes.”
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It’s during a shopping day when he gets the idea, after being dragged from store to store over and over again.
It was in the middle of a target when he decides to give you absolute hell, irritated by the fact that you were paying more attention to their lame bedding collections than him.
“Hey…. I’m gonna go…. Look at something.” He mutters, kissing your cheek and walking away as you hum out.
At first he shuffles through the men’s clothing section, getting nervous when a woman in lulu lemons gives him a wink as she shops for what he assumes is her husband. He dashes to the candles after that, sniffing at all of them before texting you “there’s a girl hitting on me in the candle section”.
He takes a screenshot of it for tiktok before setting up his phone to film, waiting patiently.
It takes you less than a minute, out of breath as you swing around the corner with a wild look. “Where?”
“She went that way?” He lies, pointing.
“I'm gonna kill her.” You snap, fixing your hair. “And why are you just standing in the candle section? This is where single men stand to get laid, slut.”
“What, back track-“
“It’s like the most basic rule of target.”
“There are dating rules for TARGET?!” He laughs.
“You really need to get with the program.” You laugh, smacking his butt before waltzing off.
He merely blinks at the camera in pure shock.
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COMMENTS:
“Bahahahaha. I love her.”
“She came ready for a fight.”
“It is the most basic rule.”
“Girl was so stressed she didn’t even bother to smell a candle.”
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“Hey Jake?” You call, standing in the bathroom as the phone records from the counter a little hidden from sight. You keep your voice on the closer end of panicked.
You hear his phone shut off as he gets off the bed before he comes into sight with worried eyes. “What’s wrong Darlin?” He asks, reaching to rub your forehead in concern.
“I can’t get my tampon.” You mumble.
“Sorry?”
“I can’t get find my tampon.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It’s stuck.”
“Then pull it out.”
“I’ve tried.”
“Darlin’, doesn’t it have that like…. String?”
“It broke off. I need help.” His eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up quickly and his face going red as he blushes.
“O….okay.” He nods, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Yeah? You can help?”
“Anythin’ you need darlin’….” He mumbles, slapping his hands together. “Let’s do this.”
“You sure?”
“Y-yeah.” He nods. “I….. let’s do this.”
“Okay…. Good because this was a prank.” You laugh which makes him splutter.
“Oh thank Jesus, I was gettin’ panicked there. Not because it would be gross- but like- well I don’t know what the problem would be cause it’s not like we haven’ had period sex hundreds of times but- darlin’-“
“Jake Seresin is not a feminist everyone.” You laugh to the camera as he groans out.
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COMMENTS:
“He would do it. He would kill for her.”
“The way the southern accent comes out when he panics, lmao.”
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“Hey bubs! C’mere!” Jake calls, unscrewing the panel to the light from his spot on the step stool.
His phone was set up to film him as you come into the room yawning, loudly as you swipe your eyes. “Hey bubs. I just need you to grab-“
He shakes his body, making it look like he got electrocuted as you scream out, rushing forward to grab at his thighs and try to help.
“JAKE!” You scream, trying to pull him down. He starts laughing, hands covering his face as you breathe out.
“Oh. That was so…. Oh my god.”
“Oh bubs, you should have seen your face-“
“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” You snap, swiping the tears off your cheeks. “Wake me up from a nap just for that you son of a b-“
“Oh darlin’ no. I’m sorry.” He sighs.
“I hate you!”
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COMMENTS:
“Oh that one hurt me-“
“Someone is not getting laid tonight…. Or any night.”
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COMMENTS:
“Omg. Where did they go?”
“Did they die? Why haven’t they posted?”
“I misssss them!”
“Mom…. Dad…… where are you?”
“It’s been like 3 months. Come on.”
“She probably killed him after the electric prank.”
- - - -
After 3 months of not posting you both return with a video.
Life had been busy, with both of you moving because of his deployment and you having to find another job in the new space.
But things have settled a bit, now back with his “Top Gun” crew and the house almost completely unpacked.
You had been visiting his parents, and that’s where the video takes place.
His mom and dad both had headphones over their ears blasting music, and the game is to guess what Jake is saying as you record.
“You.” Jake says, laughing a bit.
“TO!” His dad guesses.
“You.”
“TOO!”
“You.”
“YOU!” He yells and Jake nods.
“Are going.”
“Are going!”
“To be.”
“TOBY!”
“To be.”
“TOGA!”
“To be.”
“TO BE!”
“Grandparents.”
“Gray PARROTS!”
“Grandparents.”
“PIRATES?”
“Parents”
“You are going to be grandparents.”
“You are going to be godparents?”
“Oh Jesus Paul!” His mom snaps, pulling the headphones off quickly with tears in her eyes as she dashes to hug you.
“Oh!” His dad smiles. “OH MY GOD! WERE GOING TO BE GRANDPARENTS!”
When he rushes to hug you both the headphones get caught and he trips up before landing in the group hug.
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COMMENTS:
“No. Freaking. Way!”
“Ugh.”
“I’m so happy for you guys!”
“Mom and dad fr fr.”
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Sacred New Beginnings- Chapter 8
A/N- thank you guys so much for being patient with me, I know that cliffhanger shook everyone up but I promise your patience will be rewarded!
Pairing- Jake Seresin x Reader (OC Stormy)
Warnings- injuries, cursing, smut
Song inspo- “Like I’m gonna lose you” - Meghan Trainor
It had been nearly 6 weeks since your accident, ejecting over the ocean in an aircraft during a dogfight which resulted in your shoot not properly deploying, sending you spiraling towards the ocean at a speed that thankfully didn’t kill you or your pilot. The emergency team that life flighted you to Maryland had to sedate you heavily to manage your pain, so excruciating that it required what the doctor had called a medically induced coma. Broken collarbone, broken left wrist, fractured femur and a gnarly concussion that had you out for several days, waking up alive certainly not what you were expecting; the first thing that caught your eyes was the golden blonde hair and green eyes of the man you loved. Jake had been there through it all, every sleepless night, surgery, pt until you were finally released to go back to your home in Pensacola. You knew your godfather had facilitated some sort of miracle to allow Jake so much time away from his job and for that you couldn’t be more grateful, Uncle Beau couldn’t be your support team so he made sure you had everything you needed.
You were exhausted, the plane ride had been painful and as much as you’d tried to put on a brave face Jake could tell you were suffering, he got you inside and settled in bed and refused to let you do anything other than rest, you knew he had to be running on fumes but if he was he didn’t show it. You weren’t wrong, he was wrung out both emotionally and physically but if he stopped pushing forward he knew he’d break down, there had been nights when you were sedated that he worried you wouldn’t get through it and having to face life alone without you was too much for his heart to bear. Now that he had you home and safe he couldn’t imagine going back to North Island, let alone watching you get back into your jet, the thought sent a shudder through him; losing you was never something he’d imagined before all of this but now it consumed his every waking moment. It wasn’t healthy, and he was a bad liar so he knew you could tell he was fraying at the edges, your doctor had suggested that it would be beneficial for you both to do therapy together or separate and he was sure that was an option that needed to be explored. He started a load of laundry and as the clothes swirled in the washer he scrolled through his phone to find admiral Simpsons number, maybe requesting a transfer could give him the peace he needed to sleep at night.
A week goes by, pt is going well, your godfather has extended Jake’s leave once again but his request for transfer was denied (which you expected and told him at least 1,000 times you didn’t need him to move across the country to babysit you), but you could tell his nerves were shot. when you woke up most nights he wasn’t in the bed, usually in the living room reading or watching tv, sometimes on a run that would last for hours. Therapy hadn’t been easy the first session, you’d rehashed the drama of your crash and had ended it in tears, you’d been assured it would get easier but it felt like it never would, especially with the walls it felt like Jake was building around you. He treated you like glass and it was becoming more and more frustrating, he didn’t want to talk about what was going on in his head, he definitely wouldn’t sleep with you and all you’d gotten were a handful of kisses and hand holding since you’d come back to Florida. It felt like he was pushing you away and that was what you knew would push you over the edge, injuries you could heal from but losing him? That would destroy you.
Jake of course is clueless to your fears, he is just pushing through each day trying to make sure you are healthy and getting better, the thought hasn’t even occurred to him that he’s been distant, how could he be? He’s with you all the time! But when he gets back from his nearly 10 mile run the tension he hadn’t noticed is palpable, you’ve somehow showered and changed without him and when he catches your eyes from your spot on the couch he knows you are ready for a fight. He’s seen that look over a dozen times but never aimed at him, the storm is raging in your features, jaw clenched and eyes red rimmed with tears; you’ve been crying and somehow it’s his fault.
“Baby what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Why didn’t you wait for me? You shouldn’t be doing anything by yourself-“ he started but you waved your hand dismissively and continued to scowl and tear up, he didn’t know what was going on but whatever he’d done he would get on his knees and beg for forgiveness if he had to. “I’m not hurt, I managed to take my brace off to shower and put it back on by myself, that’s not the problem. The problem is us.” You said the last part in almost a whisper as you burst into tears, you’d never been much for crying when you were upset but everything had gotten so overwhelming and you couldn’t get your thoughts together, Jake surged forward to scoop you up and it didn’t matter that he was sweaty and gross you needed his touch more than you could say. You clawed at his skin and gasped out as you tried to stall your tears, pulling at his face to kiss you and he reciprocated but continued to hold you as gently as possible, afraid to jostle you too much and hurt your leg. Your eyes looked wild as he pulled you back a little to calm you down, but you kept clinging to him and trying to pull him closer, he didn’t want to stop but the fear of hurting you was prevalent so he pulled back completely and stood up, only to be met with another round of tears. “Hey hey, you gotta talk to me sugar I don’t understand what’s going on? You’re scaring me baby, just tell me what it is and I’ll fix it ok?” You looked at him and huffed like a petulant child and he almost laughed but knew it would only make it worse, something was eating you up and he didn’t have a clue where to start. “I don’t understand how you don’t get it, you’re doing it to me right now! You’re pushing me away, I’m not made of glass Jake! You’ve barely touched me since we got home, it’s like you don’t even want me anymore and I can’t stand it!” You wailed out and he had never felt more idiotic in his life. He had been so focused on your recovery that it had never even occurred to him that you would want him like that right now, but of course you did; you needed him physically just like he always had when things were hard and somehow he’d completely missed it. You were still sniffling as he ran his hand over his face and chuckled, which made you scrunch your face up angrily at him because how was this funny? He had been acting like an ass, of course he’d done everything to be your caretaker but damnit you wanted your boyfriend.
“Oh sweet thing I’m so sorry, I really have been stupid huh?” He said as he stepped back into your space and wiped your tears with his thumbs. “I didn’t realize, baby, can I fix it? Take you to bed and show you how sorry I am?” You nodded furiously and put your hands out for him to scoop you up, letting him carry you down the hall to the bedroom as you kissed his face and neck, running your hands through his sweaty hair and down his shoulders. He still treats you like your fragile, but it’s in the form of soft touches and gentle kisses placed all over your body as he removes your clothes, there’s a reverence in the way he loves you, you’d missed the intimacy of being with him so much it hurt, and now that he knew what you needed you knew he’d give you everything. He could tell you were irritated by the leg brace, couldn’t quite get close to him the way you wanted, you were terrible at hiding it with your furrowed brows and frustrated huffs as you tried to gain leverage and push up against him. He stilled you with a hand on your hips and kissed you sweetly on the forehead trying to smooth away the irritation. “You’re so stubborn, lay still and be a good girl ok baby girl I’m gonna get you there I promise, be sweet for me like I know you can.” You huffed out again but did what he asked, watching as he kissed down your torso and hitched your good leg over his shoulder, you were already so wet and gasping for him but he was going to draw this out as long as possible, you said you needed him to touch you so he would until you couldn’t take it anymore.
He was so damn lucky, and he knew it. He could’ve lost you, missed out on moments like this, watching you come undone for him as he tasted you over and over again until you were a crying mess, taking you to the precipice as you writhed and begged for him to let you cum, but he wouldn't let you just yet, white knuckling the sheets and sobbing his name, pussy leaking all over his hands and mouth as your beautiful eyes rolled back, it was heaven on earth being with you like this and he’d never take it for granted. You were positive that you’d come out of your own skin if he didn’t let you come soon, pulling at his hair and pleading him with wasn’t working, and soon you were too far gone to even do that, just letting little noises out as you rolled your head back and forth and gasped his name, and finally he pulled away from you, climbing back up your body to sloppily lick into your mouth, he was covered in you and it was sinful, you couldn’t stop bucking into him and squirming and he just chuckled as he groped your chest and kissed your neck. “Jake- I get it ok, I was being a brat just- just please please fuck me, need it oh fuck please please” you couldn’t stop babbling even as he began to glide his cock through your slick, and he slid into you with no resistance, your body so wound up that you couldn’t stop, immediately clamping down on him and succumbing to your orgasm. He growled into your neck at how good you were, continuing to fuck you through it as you gushed all over him and onto the sheets, he’d been so turned on by edging you that he was hopeless to hold back his own orgasm, thrusting into you hard a few times and spilling into you, both of you sweat slicked and sated, finally feeling like maybe you’d made it through the worst of this season of life.
You’d fallen asleep shortly after, going in and out as he cleaned you up and tucked you in, promises to come back after he started the laundry. You knew it hadn’t been long because the sun was still out but when you woke his side of the bed was still made and cold, so you hobbled down the hall until you could hear him talking to someone on the phone. “I know Mama, she’s gonna be alright but I don’t know how to leave her, I’m scared to death to let her out of my sight let alone in her jet again. Yeah, they’re sending me back next week, I’m gonna do everything I can to make things easier but- I don’t know mama I can ask if she wants the company, she’s got an extra room but I don’t want to overwhelm her, I just want to keep her safe.” You could hear the rawness in his voice, and your heart broke, you weren’t ready to be without him either but he had to go back, you’d already been given too many favors and the navy wasn’t likely to give anymore. “Jake” you called to him and he fumbled with the phone and swiped his eyes, looking up at you with the saddest smile you’d ever seen. “Tell your mama I’d love to have her here, you’re right I could use the company and we are definitely overdue for the girl time.” There it was, his thousand watt smile you fell in love with, he crossed the room to scoop you in his arms and you could see the relief on his face. You swiped the phone from his hand and laughed, “Hey Mama Leigh, how about we order you that plane ticket? We’ve got all sorts of catching up to do, and you can fill me in on all Jake’s most embarrassing stories.”
Leigh Seresin was the very picture of a southern grandma, styled blonde hair and perfect makeup, but none of the catty attitude, just warmth and kindness. When you and Jake picked her up from the airport she pulled you both up into a hug, fussing at you for not using your crutches and producing a big container of homemade chocolate chip cookies. She reminded you so much of your grandmother in so many ways, she wasn’t pushy but she wouldn’t let you lift a finger, making sure you were settled and then ushering Jake into the kitchen to help her make dinner as you dozed on the couch. She knew you were the one for her son, could see it on his face months ago when he’d admitted that you two were together, she wasn’t surprised one bit, she’d known for years that he had a thing for you and eventually you two would figure it out. Checking to make sure you were still asleep she dug through her never ending coach bag (Jake always called her Mary poppins because she seemed to have everything) and produced a small velvet box. “You said you wanted me to give this to you when you were ready, and I know right now may not be the right time but son one day it will be. She’s the right one sweetheart, I can feel it in my bones.” There inside the little green box was the thing he’d dreamed about putting on your finger from that very first weekend, Grandma Seresin’s vintage engagement ring. He knew he’d have to wait a little while, let you heal up all the way and see where your career took you but holding it in his hand and watching you sleep on the couch he couldn’t help but feel like everything was falling into place.
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sweat dripping on our dirty laundry (hangman x reader)
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pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader
synopsis: laundry day can suck but less when you and jake fuck!
warnings: 18+ ONLY, explicit sexual activity (fingering, piv, unprotected sex, mild breeding kink, cum play near the end? oops, bad laundry innuendos, pwp)
as always - I love you jordan and may (aka gretagerwigsmuse & seasonsbloom) you both give me life and motivation and break my heart with every fic and then put it back together <3
It’s not like you absolutely despise laundry day - it’s more of a love-hate relationship. On one hand, the serotonin boost from an empty hamper and a full, clean smelling closet is unmatched. On the other hand... you and Jake have way too many clothes put together, and the chore can take almost all day if enough clothes and towels pile up. Normally, you and Jake tackle it together. But he’d just returned from his most recent deployment two days ago, and you wanted to give him a chance to properly rest his body, lounge around the house, let him catch up on the Cowboys’ disaster of a season.
“Hey Jake?” you call out from the laundry room over the hum of the dryer cycle. You’d left him in the middle of your trashy reality TV session to transfer the lights. “You got anything I can throw in the laundry? I’m doing a load of darks.”
Silence - you figure he’s probably dozed off and resolve to just go check his hamper after you finish untangling your bras. But a few minutes later, you hear his footsteps approaching the laundry room, stopping in the middle of the doorway.
“What was that, sweetheart?” he rumbles, voice slightly hoarse, and you feel bad for waking him from his sleep.
“Oh, nothing,” you reply, finally managing to hook one of the clasps together and slipping it into your lingerie bag. “Just wanted to know if you had any darks I could throw in...” you trail off when you turn to look at him, trying desperately to keep your eyebrows from shooting straight off your face as you appraise the six-foot-something Adonis of a man leaning against the door frame wearing what you can best describe as an expression of mischief, like he’s up to no good, like he’s ready to eat you alive.
You think it wouldn’t be the worst way to go. Bone apple teeth, Jake Seresin.
Immediately, your eyes catch on the way Jake’s gray sweatpants are slung low on his hips, v-lines especially prominent and a golden happy trail descending below the drawstring knot. Slowly, your gaze shifts upwards to follow the cut lines of his abs, up to the patch of gold hairs on his defined chest, and finally landing on the signature smirk he’s wearing. Jake knows he’s hot, is well aware of the effect he has on you, but it never stops him from trying to catch you off guard and distract you from your responsibilities by showing up in your periphery looking this damn fine.
It’s why you signed an informal household contract with him a few months back: shirt and pants are required whenever you have to hop on a video call at home.
While you’ve been shamelessly checking him out, Jake squints. “Are those my boxers?” he asks, eyes drawn to your bottoms as he takes a step forward.
“They’re comfy!” you defend with a sly smile, turning to add detergent to the washer, feeling all too aware of Jake’s gaze on you. He shifts slightly behind you, and suddenly you feel him right behind you, arms caging you in, erect cock pressed up against your ass, chest flush with your back.
“I’m sure,” he drawls in your ear, sending a shiver cascading down your spine, rippling throughout your nerves. You feel his fingers dance across your hips, and the sweet kiss he presses to your temple is innocent enough, but his hands seem to be acting a bit more shamelessly. His breath hitches when his fingertips start exploring, grazing nothing on your hips underneath his worn pair of boxer shorts. “Don’t you have panties of your own, sweetheart? Bought you that nice lace set you kept pulling up on my phone when I wasn’t looking.”
“They’re all in the wash,” you hum back, delighting in the feeling of his fingers massaging circles over your hip bones, his hot breath on your ear.
“Should’ve asked me to help,” he mutters lowly, nuzzling his beard into your neck.
You finally gather your wits and turn around to face him, leaning your back against the washing machine and looking up at him. His pupils are practically blown out as he smirks down at you appreciatively. “Are you offering?” you ask, almost a whisper, the sound almost lost to the rumble of the dryer next to you. But Jake’s standing real close, can read the words as they form on your lips and he nods once, twice. You glance down at the dark gray sweatpants, gesturing with one hand.
“Take them off. I need them for this load,” you order, a bit louder now, and the smirk on his face slowly transforms to a wide smile that reaches both his eyes, crinkling his eyes to make your heart swoop.
“Yes ma’am,” he tells you, finally removing his hands from your waist to shuck off his sweatpants, leaning down to pick them up from where they’ve pooled onto the floor and holding them out to you. But you barely barely notice that - your eyes are drawn to his rock-hard cock that’s flush against his abdomen, tip already red and leaking precum. “But I’ve got the only load you need to worry about.”
Your steadily climbing lust abruptly stops in its tracks, and you crook an eyebrow as best as you can. “What the fuck, Jake? Are we on fucking Brazzers?”
Jake bursts out into laughter, leaning in to press his lips to your mouth, and you kiss back as best as you can while maintaining a disapproving pout. “Not if I can help it,” he grits out, still feverishly kissing you like a starved man. “You just make my brain short-circuit, honey. Sometimes I say stupid things.”
You pull away, narrowing your eyes at the silly boy you’ve fallen in love with, the man you want to spend the rest of your life with, the one who somehow manages to make you hornier than you thought possible whilst also filling you with the desire to club him over the head. “Sometimes?” you hedge, turning around and lifting the lid of the washer and shoving his sweatpants in with the rest of the load. As you spin the dial and close the top, finally starting the cycle, you continue to lecture him “I tell you, Jake, if I had a dime for every stupid thing you said-”
“Yeah, yeah, you’d probably be able to afford that nice high-efficiency Samsung laundry set you’ve had your eye on. But sweetheart..” Jake's hands return to your waist, this time shoving down the boxer shorts slightly so he can slip his fingers between your legs, grazing one digit over your wet lips. “I keep telling you - God you’re fucking soaked-” and you’re unable to hold back the moan that bubbles out in response to the rasp in his voice, to his tone carrying sheer amazement at your level of arousal. Jake continues: “ - I keep telling you, as soon as the house is done, that’s the first thing I’m buying for you. But I don’t want to buy one now and then lug an old model to the new place. My girl deserves the best. A brand new washer for me to fuck her against in our brand new home.”
You moan out, partially at the promise but equally at the way his other hand has slipped under your (well, his) t-shirt to grope at your breast, the way his fingers are gathering your wetness.
“Shit, you’re so wet, darling,” he breathes out, sliding one finger through your folds and crooking it just so, enough for the tip of his finger to graze that sponge-y part of your cunt. You keen in response, grinding your pelvis into his hand and gripping his shoulders tightly for support. A click sounds out, and the spin cycle starts, shaking against Jake’s wrist pressed up against your clit, sending delightful sensations quivering throughout your body.
Jake repositions his other hand to rest on your lower back; he presses slightly to tilt your pelvis forward into the running machine, into the vibrations, into another tidal wave of pleasure that leaves you shuddering in its wake.
“Fuck, Jake,” you manage, a gasp leaving your lips as he adds a finger to your cunt and plunges them in and out rhythmically, almost in time with the motion of the cycle at first and then speeding up. You’re sighing out in bliss, unable to keep yourself from grinding down on his hand and pressing your bare ass into his hardened cock, feeling slight wetness on your lower back from a bead precum falling from the tip.
“God, sweetheart” Jake grunts, pulls his hands out from your cunt and spins you around, then effectively hoists you up onto the machine, lips pressing into your neck as his hands make work of dragging the boxer shorts down your legs. He surges forward to kiss you deeply, slipping his tongue to press in against yours, heavy breaths escaping his mouth as his hands travel to graze his touch all over you.
For a moment, it’s just you two being horny people, just making out on top of your washing machine almost completely naked, entirely wrapped up in each other, just full of sheer and utter devotion. You pull away to catch your breath, inhaling the scent of sweat and his musky cologne.
With a smile, you lean your forehead against his. “You’re gonna make love to me on top of the washer, Jake?” you ask him innocently, bashing your eyelashes and running your hand down his chest, tangling and tugging at his golden hairs teasingly. Jake grunts out at the sensation, reaching down to grab the hem of your t-shirt to pull it up over you.
“No, sweetheart,” he starts, eyes darting down to appreciate the way your nipples have pebbled in the cool air before sliding his hands down to your hips. In a split second, he pulls you to the edge, grasps his hard length in one hand, guides it into your soaked pussy. “I’m going to fuck you on top of it.”
And with that, the spin cycle starts up again, and Jake starts drawing his hips in and out slowly, hands resting on the small of your back to hold you in place. And it’s truly fo the best, because the rumble of the washing machine is sending vibrations up throughout your body and the feeling of Jake buying himself into you over and over agains is so overwhelming you fear you may topple over onto your side, hit your head on the cabinet, maybe sustain a concussion. And Jake’s always aware of this, always aware of how easily he can fuck your brainless, make you lose control of your body as a whole as you get lost in the motions of him just pounding you silly - so Jake knows he needs to keep a firm grip on you, which only adds to your pleasure. He’s moaning out your name over the sound of both machines running, pressing soft kisses to your jaw as he holds you up.
“Not enough,” you murmur, placing one hand on his chest to stop his motions and attempting to pull him out.
“Hmm?” he asks, slightly dazed as he takes a step back, cock still standing tall and proud and dripping with your wetness. As soon as your feet hit the floor, you turn on your heel and lean both your forearms down on the edge of the washing machine, gripping it tightly and bending over to present your ass to him, arching your back just the way he likes it. By the sound of the strangled groan behind you, it seems like Jake approves.
“Smart girl,” he says, sending a tiny flutter of pride throughout your chest, and one arm comes to wrap itself around your middle to hold you up, the other hand kneading and squeezing your backside roughly. “Such a pretty, smart girl,” he praises and guides his length back into your warmth, starts to match the pace of the spin cycle again.
“It’s too much,” you whine out, still backing into him despite yourself and pushing yourself further onto his length. Jake hisses out at your eagerness, and the way your walls flutter around him and the slight tremors in your thighs from trying to hold yourself up.
He moves his hand from where it’s cupping your ass and slides it around to your front to press into your stomach. His fingers are widely splayed, and with a slight grunt, he lifts, pulling you further onto him. “Hold tight, sweetheart,” he manages, and you grasp at the one neuron that’s still firing commanding signals in your brain, trying to consciously force your fingers to tighten their grip on the edge of the washing machine before Jake’s actions hit you in full force.
And in full force it hits indeed - he’s pounding into you from the back now - his pelvis smacks loud against your ass and the squelch of your soaked cunt is the most erotic sound and it’s just barely audible over the machines. Your thoughts are interrupted by Jake tugging at your earlobe with his teeth and grunting out the most colorful string of profanities - “Fuck, sweetheart, feel so good wrapped around my cock, so fucking good for me - let me fill you up, let me put a baby in you, get your tits and belly nice and big for me so I can take care of you, never let you lift a finger, fuck, please...”
“Yeah, Jake,” you breathe out as best as you can, “Fill me up, please, too much, please...”
And with his chin grazing your shoulder, you can feel him shaking his head furiously. “You first. You first, please, sweet girl, cum for me,” and he’s not so much as commanding you as he is begging, pleading for you to release, to give him the extra push for him to climax. And as he’s swearing out loud and praising you his hand is sliding down from where it was gripping your hip, fingers seeking out your clit to give it the extra flick, the extra strum to bring you close and it’s working, with the way his cock is grazing all the right spots inside of you and his middle finger applying just enough pressure to your apex.
“Jake, please,” you whine out, and he’s hushing you, pulling his hips back further to completely unsheath himself before slamming back into your cunt with a resounding smack. “I think I’m... oh.” Your orgasm washes over you, sending you cascading
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he grits out, not slowing the circles on your clit just yet but gradually decelerating his thrusts, electing to punctuate each press into you with a grind of his hips. “Shit, I’m,” Jake manages out, grunting out your name with an added level of intensity, power - he’s close, you can feel it in the way his grip is tightening around your body and the way his breath is getting so much faster and how his hips are more stilted in their movements.
“Cum in me, fill me up, Jake,” you coax, clenching your cunt down on his cock repeatedly and trying your best to push back against his thrusts. Jake lets out a strangled cry of your name, slams into you one last time and holds you tight against his body. His cock is shoved inside you as deep as it can go and you can feel every pulse, every throb of his release filling you to the brim. It’s oozing, comforting warmth and you reach a hand back to lock his hips in to feel full, to feel this close to him for that much longer.
Eventually, his cock starts softening, and he leans down to press a sloppy kiss to your cheek. “Jake,” you whine out as he pulls out, immediately using the last of your strength to squeeze your thighs together to keep his cum from spilling out and leaving another mess for you to clean up in the laundry room. Your muscles feel sluggish, feel like you’re trying to run underwater, feel like you’ve forgotten how to use your limbs. “‘m so tired,” you whisper, and Jake shushes you sweetly, one large hand rubbing circles on your lower back while the other is wrapped around your middle, all but holding you up.
“Let me take you to bed, honey. Think we’re both due for a nap,” he murmurs and slightly lifts you up from where you’ve almost collapsed against the washing machine. You blearily open your eyes to glance at how much time is remaining for your clothes - “Jake? Can’t nap for too long. Wake me up in twenty?”
“Sure,” he nods, letting you lean on his arm to lead you out towards your bedroom.
The first step you take sends a rivulet of cum dripping down the inside of your thigh, and the feeling of the rest of his release slowly trickling out sends another wave of arousal through you, mixed with a twinge of despair at having to clean it up. A pathetic whine manages to escape your lips.
Jake chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and guiding your hand to lean against the counter. “Stand still for me? I’ll take care of it.” He steps away towards the sink grab a clean washcloth from the stack of towels you neatly folded earlier, running some warm water over it.
And with a hazy mind, you thank whatever deity, whatever force exists that brought you Jake Seresin - the man who fucks you within an inch of your sanity, who takes care of you like no one else, who wants to spend his forever with you... who’s currently on his knees in front of you, nudging your thighs apart and is starting at how his release has painted your cunt, completely mesmerized.
“Jesus Christ,” he says in awe, reaching to run a finger through the mess - like he’s ready to fucking fingerpaint with it - before finally lifting up the washcloth to wipe you down, and you shudder at the feeling while simultaneously managing an eye roll.
Horny bastard.
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And when you wake up from your nap hours later in a cold sweat with the realization that you most definitely slept through the washer cycle - and that your darks were most certainly going to develop that funky odor - you quickly move to lift yourself out of bed with a sigh.
A hand on your waist stops you, and you turn to see Jake’s face of anguish in the dim light of the evening - he’s still half-asleep, left cheek pressed up against his arm and golden hair a tousled mess, but he’s still managing a signature pout as best as he can.
“Don’t go,” he grunts out, pressing his fingers into your hips. You shake your head, even though you know he can’t see you.
“Jake, I’ve gotta move the clothes, they’ll dry weird-”
“Took care of it already, baby,” he groans out against his bicep, turning slightly so his hand can pull at your arm. “Lights are folded and put away, darks are in the dryer, and I deserve to nap with my girl after fucking her brains out.”
You stifle a laugh, finally giving in and letting yourself fall back into bed, into his awaiting arms, falling back into the man you love. As your drift off to sleep with Jake’s arms wrapped securely around you, a tiny voice wonders if you could manage to convince him to get the quiet washer/dryer set now if you pointed out how clearly he’d be able to hear your sighs and the sound of sex over a cycle. Maybe then you could grow to enjoy laundry days.
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Pops is Hurt
Summary: Jake's jet gets shot down. Bradley goes after him and gets shot down as well but ejects unscathed. The temperature is not what they expected and it's snowing. How is their little girl going to deal with seeing her other father in the hospital?
Pairings: Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Jake Seresin x Bradley Bradshaw
Warnings: angst, inaccurate medical talk, plane crashes, inaccurate military talk, fluff, swearing
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Our Little Girl
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Jake and Bradley along with Natasha and Bob had been chosen to go on a brief and very short mission. Short as in 1 month or 4 weeks. They just needed jets to get in and get out then come home. They found this out while they were at work before they had to go and pick up their little girl from daycare. Ice wouldn't be going with them instead it would be staying behind to watch the little girl, normally Carole and Goose would but they have and since Goose is going with Maverick, Ice was quick to volunteer to watch his spoiled granddaughter. Carole and Ice agreed to help each other out but Ice practically begged to keep her and she agreed. Bradley, Jake, Bob, and Natasha would be leaving the day after tomorrow, Sunday, to get a jump on things and maybe have them come home sooner. In the meantime, they were going to spend it with their little girl.
Both Jake's and Bradley's alarms blared right next to them. They were quick to turn them off that way they didn't disturb their little girl from her peaceful sleeping. They both got up simultaneously and started getting ready for the day. It was a Saturday and they left on Sunday. Both of them were early risers so it was normal for them to get up early even on the weekend but let their daughter sleep in until 9 AM it was only 6:30 AM. Both of them usually ran in the morning and they would do it together but since they had Y/N they took separate turns never leaving her alone by herself. "You wanna go run first?" Bradley asked Jake in a voice still laced with sleep that Jake loved so much.
"Yes and then you can go when I get back." He said and Bradley nodded. Bradley always took a little bit to wake up so he always offered to stay behind while Jake went. They kissed each other and Bradley started to head downstairs to start a pot of coffee while Jake got changed in his running gear. As he was heading downstairs he stopped by their daughter's room and checked in on her. He smiled when he saw her curled up with her stuffed chocolate and tan Bunny whom she had named Rolo sleeping soundly. He closed the door quietly and made his way to the kitchen. After a few minutes, he heard the door open and shut again and knew that his husband did the same thing as him. Jake then came down and kissed him and then headed outside to start his run.
While Jake was running Bradley started working around the kitchen and transferring clothes in the washer over to the dryer. 30 minutes later Jake came back in sweating he had his music in so he didn't say anything just walked upstairs to get ready for the day. While the shower was running Bradley went upstairs and checked on their daughter one more time before changing and going on his run. She had yet to move positions but had kicked the covers off and he walked in and pulled them up over her again and then kissed her head and headed out as he heard the water shut off and walked in as his husband came out of the bathroom in only a towel. "She still sound to sleep?" He asked and Bradley nodded.
"She kicked her covers off and I covered her back up." He said and Jake chuckled. "What's so funny?" Bradley asked smiling.
"Nothing really it's just that you do that same thing." Jake said and Bradley gaped at him.
"No I do not." He defended but Jake just chuckled and walked over and kissed him.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." He said and patted him on the cheek and got ready for the day as Bradley got ready to run. They both walked downstairs and Bradley was put the door with a kiss to Jake's lips.
Bradley had been gone 20 minutes while Jake started to get things ready for breakfast when a little voice called out to both of them. "Papa? Daddy?" Jake dropped everything and walked up to her room and opened the door to their daughter's room. Jake checked his watch it was only 7:30 AM.
"What's wrong, Sweets?" He asked walking into her room and she lifted her hands up and he picked her up.
"Me no feel good." She said and he touched her forehead, she was a little warm but nothing too concerning. She always tended to get clingy and a little sick before they left for a deployment. They told everyone Friday after work over dinner that they were deploying for a month and she had been glued to them both ever since.
"Oh, Sweets. You're a little warm. What hurts?" He asked beginning to walk to the kitchen.
"My tummy." She said and laid her head on his shoulder. He knew that she wasn't lying she was an honest child and would never lie.
"Do you wanna sit on the couch while I cook breakfast and drink some juice or stay in my arms while I cook and drink some juice?" He asked looking at his daughter that looked a little pale.
"You." She said and Jake nodded and repositioned her and began cooking. It's a good thing that Jake and Bradley were used to holding her and multitasking.
"Ok, Sweets." He said and got a bottle and put some apple juice in it and gave it to her she downed half of it and then handed it to him. She laid her head down on his shoulder and fell back to sleep just as soon as Bradley walked into the house. He immediately noticed Y/N in Jake's arms and grew concerned she usually slept until 9 AM and it was only 7:50 AM. He walked over to both of them as Jake turned hearing footsteps.
"Everything ok?" He asked rubbing his daughter's back and kissing Jake.
"She woke up and called out for us. I walked in and she wanted me to pick her up and I did. She said her stomach hurt when I asked what was wrong and she was and still is warm." Jake said and Bradley's heart broke a little he hated it when one of his loved ones was sick. He felt his forehead and it was warm.
"Oh, poor Baby. I'll go and take a shower and change and then take her from you or finish breakfast. Has she eaten or drank anything?" He asked and Jake nodded.
"Downed a half of a bottle of apple juice and then went back to sleep." He said and Bradley nodded.
"I'll be right back." He said and headed upstairs. Jake heard the shower turn on and turned back to the food and not even 10 minutes later Bradley was walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Want me to finish breakfast or hold her?" He asked.
"You finish breakfast. I don't want to wake her up." Jake said and Bradley nodded as Jake gave him the spatula and Jake shifted her weight to where it was distributed equally. She moved a little bit but did not wake. Jake leaned up against the counter backward while holding her.
"How's she feeling?" Bradley asked as he flipped the pancakes and bacon. Her forehead was resting on his neck so he could feel it easily but wanted to feel it with his hand instead and that's what he did.
"She's not as warm." He said and then looked at the clock and it was 9 AM "Should we wake her and get some food into her?" Jake asked and Bradley turned to them and nodded and that's what they did. Jake tasked himself with waking her up as Bradley plated the food. "Hey, Sweets. It's time to get up. Do you want some food?" He asked as he rubbed her back and that roused her she slowly woke up and nodded and they smiled. Then she noticed Bradley.
"Daddy?" She asked in a queit voice.
"Hey, Honey." He came over and kissed her forehead with two plates of food one in each hand and headed to the table. Jake and Y/N weren't too far behind. Jake sat her down at the table and went to grab plates and her drink as she stole some bacon. "How's your tummy?" He asked as she took a bite of bacon.
"Better, Daddy." She said as Jake came back with plates and drinks.
"Good, Sweets. We don't like it when you're sick." Jake said and she nodded her head agreeing. The rest of the breakfast was filled with talking and eating.
The rest of the day they spent it together doing anything they could as a family before they had to go away for a month. Y/N hated when her daddies left her, she had grown so attached to them that it wasn't even funny.
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Sunday had come a lot sooner than they would have liked. They would be leaving at 2 PM so they were going to spend the morning with their little girl and getting her packed and ready to stay at Ice and Mav's. Instead of having Y/N sleep in her own bed they had let her sleep with them so they went to sleep together and woke up together, on occasion they would let her do this especially if the mission was high risk.
The morning was spent with laughter and talking like nothing was going on and like they weren't about to leave and potentially not come back. When they time was to come Carole and Goose were going to drive the boys and Y/N and then Ice and Maverick were going in their own car. Since Maverick was going then that meant that Goose was going because he was his RIO, of course Maverick knew how to fly without one but nothing better than him being able to fly with Goose.
12 PM rolled around and everyone was meeting at the Bradshaw-Seresin household. First it was Goose and Carole and then Ice and Maverick arrived. Nobody really talked everyone preparing for what was to come. Of course Y/N being the exact copy of her parents was hyper and bouncing off the walls saying hi to everyone and that honestly brought a smile to everyone's faces. She knew what was coming but she was just a bright happy girl and made the room light up. "You ready, Sweets?" Jake asked her picking her up and she nodded and they took that cue to leave the house. Ice had picked up her suitcase and walked out before them so they had time to rearrange suitcases and duffle bags.
"Papa?" Y/N asked looking at Jake and he turned to look at her as he stopped by Carole and Goose's car about to put her in.
"Yes, Sweets?" Jake asked as he began to open the door.
"Will you be back soon?" She asked innocently and he swore his heart broke.
"Very soon, Sweets. You're gonna have a good time with Grandpa Ice and before you know it Daddy and I will be back in no time." Jake said and then followed it by a kiss and that made her giggle. Everyone acted like they weren't listening but secretly they were and they were smiling. He buckled her into her car seat and then got in as everyone got in their cars and respected places and started to drive towards the dock.
They arrived at the dock and Bradley was the one that got her out and then everyone followed suit. When they got to the aircraft carrier Jake came over to Bradley and her and they both hugged her and she did the best to hug them both while everyone else said their goodbyes. Carole was snapping pictures left and right of the boys and their little girl, one particular picture she got and was going to cherish was when she threw each of her arms around their shoulders and they kissed her cheek not looking at the camera but facing her and she had the biggest smile on her face and eyes closed enjoying the company of her fathers.
Once everyone said their goodbyes Jake handed Y/N off to Ice and she protested but got comfortable in Ice's arms and settled down. She watched Bradley, Jake, Maverick, and Goose head towards the aircraft carrier to greet the other Daggers and to get ready to board the aircraft carrier . Once they boarded and watched the aircraft carrier sail away and once it was out of sight Ice turned to Carole. "Do you want to come over for a little bit and have a late lunch?" Ice asked and Y/N looked at her Grandma with puppy dog eyes.
"How can I say no to that face? Of course, I will." Carole said and stroked her granddaughter's face that lit up like a Christmas tree. "I'll follow you." She said and Ice nodded and they headed back to the cars. Ice got Y/N in with no problems and then got in and started the truck he made sure Carole was in and ready to go before pulling out and heading towards his and Maverick's house. It wasn't a very far drive when they got there Ice pulled in first and then Carole. Carole was already getting out of the car as Ice turned the truck off and then was getting out and opening the back door that way he could get her out from the middle seat. The three of them walked into the house after Ice had grabbed her suitcase and then they started to have their late lunch in the backyard talking about their plans and watching the energetic young version of Bradley and Jake run around the backyard.
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Jake and Bradley and the rest of The Daggers weren't on the aircraft carrier long before they started missing their little girl, even if it was just for a month it still hurt to leave. "How's Y/N?" Bob asked coming up to the fathers while everyone was sitting in a little common room not far from the bunks. Their kids had been hanging out more and more and they had almost come inseparable.
"She's doing good, was a little sick yesterday morning but quickly got over it." Bradley said, "How's Mason?" He asked and Bob smiled.
"He's doing good. Asking when he can see Y/N again." He said and everyone chuckled.
"We'll have to get them together when we get back." Jake said
"I bet when they get older that they'll get together, get married, and have kids." Javy said and everyone nodded in agreement.
"Oh please, lets not talk about that yet. She's not allowed to date until she's 30." Bradley said and Goose laughed and they looked at him. "What's so funny?" Bradley asked smiling.
"We said the same thing about you." He said and everyone laughed.
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Going into the third week of her fathers being gone she was getting antsy. Ice, Slider, and Carole had done everything to keep her distracted from going to the beach to going to the zoo that she had been to multiple times and her going to school.
One morning Ice had just finished getting ready for the day and getting everything prepared for her to go to school when he heard crying and grew concerned. He walked up to Y/N's room and opened the door and found her tossing and turning. She was mumbling incoherent words. Ice walked over to her bed and knelt down and began talking to her calmly. "Sunshine, it's ok." He said and nothing happened and she was still going on about something. "Y/N, it's just a bad dream. You're safe." He said rubbing her back again nothing. So, he sat on her bed and took her in his arms and held her while she sobbed and he shushed her. "Sunshine." He said again and that seemed to do the trick this time and she slowly woke up. "Are you ok?" He asked and she shook her head.
"Papa is hurt." She said and he looked at her confused.
"What do you mean, Sunshine?" He asked
"Papa went down in snow and Daddy went after him and got shot down." She said and this concerned Ice.
"It was just a bad dream, Sunshine." Ice said trying to soothe the poor child "They'll be home in no time and back to you." He said pulling her into him "Let's get ready for school. Slider and I are gonna pick you up afterward and we'll go out. How does that sound?" He asked.
"That sounds good." She said and that is what they did and as he was helping her get ready he kept thinking back to what she had said. He hoped she was wrong but he'll soon find out that she wasn't and it was going to wreck them.
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This was it. This was the mission. It's supposed to be a simple one. Go in scope out the enemy base, get information, take out the runway, and get out for they realize that they anyone is there. One by one The Daggers took off with Maverick and Goose leading then Bradley and Jake and the last Natasha and Bob. The first half was easy and they got what they needed and then when Cyclone gave the orders for bombs away they sent them and they were getting out of there as soon as possible. Everything was going smoothly until enemy fighters popped up and a dogfight began. Everyone had taken hits but The Daggers were still up and flying until Jake started to have mechanical problems from a bullet hitting his plane and fuel tank. "Hangman to Maverick I'm leaking fuel." Jake said being calm as ever but freaking out on the inside.
"Maverick to Hangman can you make it back to the aircraft carrier?" Maverick asked starting to worry and so was Goose that was his son-in-law.
"Negative." Jake said and this struck fear into Bradley and well everyone else.
"Rooster to Hangman you're going to have to eject. You can't save the jet. I know you love it as much as you love me and our daughter but it can't be saved." Bradley was pleading with his husband but got no response back and this worried him. He looked over and Jake was losing altitude and fast.
"I think is communication has gone out." Bob said watching his squad member lose control of his jet.
"Hangman, you need to eject." Goose said trying to get through to his son-in-law but got nothing in return.
"Come on Hangman. Don't do this to us." Natasha said as she watched helplessly and after 5 minutes or so they watched him nose dive right to the ground and eject as much too close to the ground as everyone was silent as the plane burst into flames and hoping a parachute had opened up.
"I'm going after him." Bradley said after 15 minutes of just flying around trying to see anything.
"Negative. We head back to the ship and let search and rescue find him." Maverick said and it was silent but Bradley wasn't going to do that.
"I'm going after him." He said and turned his jet around just as soon as a stray missile shot off from a SAM and hit the backend of his jet and making him go down. Fear struck everyone's hearts especially Goose and Maverick's. Goose just watched his son's go down. Everyone was ordered to return back to the aircraft carrier and as much as they didn't want to they had to.
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Jake went down 20 minutes before Bradley did and he had landed in a puddle that had to freeze over and it was snowing. He was soaked and freezing. The ejection had rattled him so much and he had hit his shoulder and the pain from that just made him lie there. His parachute did open but he was too low to the ground to have a safe landing. "Damn it." Jake said after coming around to his senses and trying to sit up but his shoulder protested and had him crashing back down in the fairly large puddle of cold water. After a few minutes of blinding white-hot pain, he heard a SAM being shot off and then he watched it fly and then hit a jet. "Please don't let it be Bradley." Jake said as his teeth rattled.
When Bradley went down he was able to open his parachute in time and landed safely. Once on the ground, he took off in the direction of the jet wreckage "Jake please be alive and not in that wreckage." Bradley pleaded as he got closer to it. He then saw a body lying in the snow in a puddle and sighed a sigh of relief but then panic started building up and he ran towards him as best as he could. "JAKE!" Bradley yelled and he didn't get a response. The pain had become so bad for Jake that he had passed out and was just lying there in the cold water. "Fuck, Jake." Bradley said but mostly to himself and started pulling him out of the puddle and then realized that he was soaking wet. "Come on, Babe. We have to get you warm." Bradley said as he hoisted Jake up with each arm under his armpits. Jake stirred a little bit, he knew that voice so he forced his eyes open.
"Bradley?" Jake asked slurring his words and then the pain hit "Shoulder. Stop. Hurts." Jake said.
"Yeah, it's me. Let's get out of this water and then I'll put you down. I'm sorry." Bradley said and true to his word once he was out of the water he put him down.
"You're not supposed to be here." Jake said teeth chattering.
"I couldn't just leave my husband and the father of my child alone." Bradley said and began trying to get them something dry to sit on and figured the parachute would have to do.
"I'm sorry." Jake said and Bradley looked at him, he was soaked and his helmet was off and his hair was wet. He was shivering and that made Bradley's heart break.
"For what?" Bradley asked
"For going down and then you being down here with me.
"Baby, I would go to the end of the earth for you." Bradley said cuddling him close trying to give him some body heat.
"I love you." Jake said and Bradley smiled and dropped a kiss onto Jake's wet head.
"I love you too. Now keep fighting. We have a little girl waiting at home for us." Bradley said as Jake shivered and Bradley held him closer. He just prayed and hoped that they would find them soon.
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Ice had just picked Y/N up from school with Slider and they were heading to a little café that everyone had grown to love, they were meeting Carole there. As they were driving Y/N and Slider were talking nonstop about something they both had an interest in and Ice just smiled. They finally arrived at the café and he parked just as soon as his phone rang. It was from a restricted number and his heart sank. Slider saw it too. "Go and take her in to meet Carole. I'm gonna answer this." Ice said and Slider nodded as he made quick work of getting the little girl out as Ice answered the phone.
"Hello." Ice said in a professional voice.
"Hey, it's me." Maverick said Ice could tell something was wrong.
"What's wrong?" Ice asked
"Bradley and Jake went down. They have search and rescue looking for them now. It's been 3 hrs." Maverick said and Ice's heart dropped.
"Do I need to tell Carole?" Ice asked voice starting to shake.
"Yes but make sure Y/N/N isn't there." Maverick said "Just to be on the safe side and we find them soon. I know how she gets when she gets worried." Maverick said and Ice nodded.
"Bring them home." Ice said
"We will. I love you." Maverick said
"I love you too." Ice replied and then they hung up. Now he has to tell Carole and Slider.
Ice sat in his truck and then took a breath and got out and walked into the building and to where the others were. "Slider, why don't you take Sunshine to look at the menu." Ice said and when Slider looked up and saw the look on Ice's face he knew not to argue and did just that.
"Come on, Y/N/N. Let's go see what we want to eat." Slider said and picked the girl up and then Ice turned to Carole who was quiet.
"Who is it?" Carole asked knowing that look on his face.
"Jake and Bradley." Ice said and Carole let a few tears leak out.
"How bad?" She asked wiping them away.
"Maverick didn't tell me. They haven't found them and it's been 3 hrs." Ice said and then pulled her into a hug once he moved to sit next to her. "You know, Y/N said that she had a nightmare about this happening." Ice said.
"When?" She asked
"This morning." He said
"She knew. She always knows when something happens to her daddies." Carole said and then put her emotions back as Slider and Y/N came back. Ice looked at her.
"Tell me what you want and Slider and I'll go order the food." He said and she nodded and told her and they walked off leaving Carole and her granddaughter to their own devices while food was being ordered.
"Who?" Slider asker and Ice sighed.
"Jake and Bradley." He told him and Slider paled.
"Do they know anything?" He asked and Ice shook his head.
"They haven't found them and it's been 3 hrs." Ice said
"For everyone's sake, I hope they find them fast." Slider said and Ice nodded and ordered the food.
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In the 8th hour, the search and rescue helicopter finally found them and landed. They were quick to rush to them at some point Jake passed out and Bradley was so cold that he had fallen asleep but woke up when he heard shouting.
"Lt. Commander Bradshaw, are you ok?" One of the medics asked he nodded.
"Just a little cold. It's him you have to worry about." Bradley said nodded down to his husband and they nodded and he helped them get Jake up on the backboard and onto the helicopter. They wrapped a blanket around both.
"Sorry for making you both wait so long. We had trouble locating you and had to make sure the coast was clear." Someone said and Bradley nodded not caring about what was being said just worried about his husband and the father of their daughter. Jake was unconscious and his lips were turning a tinge of blue. They got them up and going and before they knew it they were back on the aircraft carrier and headed to the med wing.
"Bradley." Maverick said and he turned to look at him and noticed his father was there too. They hugged each other and the questions started. Once everything was sorted "I'm gonna see if I can call Ice." He said and they nodded leaving Bradley and Goose together waiting on their loved one.
When Maverick got to his office he closed the door and sighed in relief. They were safe but Jake was not out of the woods. Now it was time to call Ice and get Bradley and Jake back to their little girl. He dialed Ice's number and it rang twice before he picked up.
"Mav?" Ice's voice came through.
"They found them." Maverick said and he heard Ice sigh in relief.
"How are they?" Ice asked
"They haven't told me anything but it looks like Jake is going through a serious case of hypothermia and Bradley seems ok just a little shaken up but looks unscathed. Goose is with him waiting for news on Jake." Maverick explained to his husband who had gone quiet and that was understandable.
"Do I need to wait to tell Carole and Slider?" Ice asked
"You're the Admiral you can tell them if you want." Maverick smiled and chuckled and Ice chuckled.
"That is true. When will you guys be home?" Ice asked
"They're flying them out as soon as possible and the rest of us will be scheduled for the regular time. Goose will probably go with Jake and Bradley." Maverick said and Ice nodded even though Maverick couldn't see it.
"Get home safely and don't forget that I love you." Ice said and Maverick smiled.
"I love you too. See you soon." Maverick said and then they both hung up.
Goose came in after they ended the phone call and Maverick looked over to him. "They're flying Jake, Bradley, and I out in 10 minutes." He said and Maverick nodded.
"That's good. Go on and I'll meet you on land and meet you at the hospital." Maverick said and then Maverick pulled his RIO into a hug and they stayed like that for a few minutes until they parted and Goose headed out of the office getting ready to leave with the helicopter.
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Ice had just gotten off the phone with Maverick around 9 PM. Carole and Slider were over after having supper and then watched a movie that Y/N insisted on watching and not 20 minutes into the movie she was out like a light snoring on lightly on Slider. When Ice had gotten the call he had walked out of the room. He walked in and they looked at him. "They got them." Ice said loud enough to hear but quiet enough not to wake the sleeping child. Everyone side in relief.
"How are they?" Carole asked happy tears streaming down her face.
"Maverick hasn't heard much about Jake's condition but it looks like he is going through a serious case of hypothermia and Bradley seems ok just a little shaken up but looks unscathed. Maverick said that Goose was with Bradley waiting for news on Jake." Ice said "He also told me that they were flying Jake, Bradley, and Goose back as soon as possible." He added.
"What do we do now?" Slider asked
"We wait until they give us a call and tell us which hospital they're taking him too." He said and they nodded and he sat down and they finished watching the movie. Not even 15 minutes more into the movie Ice got the call and told them what hospital they were taking Jake too, they were also taking Bradley just to him get checked over since he too was out in the cold.
"What about Y/N?" Slider asked and Ice and Carole looked at each other.
"Do you mind staying here with her until everything gets settled and conditions are talked about?" Ice asked and Slider nodded.
"Of course, your guys are like family. I would do anything for you especially this little girl." He nodded down to the sleeping child who had yet to wake and had only moved to change positions. Ice and Carole thanked him and they were on their way after kissing their granddaughter goodbye.
They took separate cars to the hospital and luckily it wasn't too far away from the house. They got their in no time. They parked next to each other and walked into the building and were met by Goose who rushed to his wife and hugged her and then hugged Ice. "They just took Jake back and Bradley." He said once he released Ice and they nodded and went to sit in the waiting room. "Where's Chick?" Goose asked.
"She's with Slider. We figured she shouldn't be here until we knew of conditions and she was asleep." Carole said as she leaned further into her husband. 10 minutes later the doctor, who knew them very well.
"We really need to stop meeting under circumstances like this." Dr. Rachel Hayes said trying to lighten the mood and it worked a little bit. "Bradley is fine he'll be sore and that's it. Jake on the other hand is in critical condition. From what Bradley said and the medical team said he had laid in a puddle of cold water for awhile and was soaked head to toe and he had dislocated shoulder, which we put back into place. He also had some broken ribs and looks like a broken wrist but nothing to serious to end his career." She said and everyone nodded as they listened.
"You guy's can see him but just prepare yourselves." She said and led them the way to Jake. Bradley was already in there by his husband's side. Bradley looked up and got up and hugged his mother and Ice. "Let me know if he wakes up or something goes on." She said and everyone nodded.
"Where's Y/N?" Bradley asked going to sit back down by his husband's side while looking at them.
"Slider has her. Carole and I figured we would see you first and asses the situation before bringing her here. Plus she was as asleep." Ice said and he nodded.
"It was bad guys. The mission was successful but his fuel tank was hit and he was going down and then his communication went out. I followed after him and a stray SAM deployed and hit my backside and luckily I ejected high enough unlike Jake. I thought I was going to lose him and I thought Y/N was going to lose her dad." Bradley said as he looked at the now intubated Jake watching his chest rise and fall and listening to his heart monitor. Everyone's heart broke. "When do you think we should bring Y/N in?" Bradley asked looking up from his husband.
"Maybe not for a couple of days. Let Jake rest and let you rest." Carole said and he nodded.
"I'm gonna call Slider and let him know the plan." Ice said and they nodded and now it was just the Bradshaw and Bradshaw-Seresin family. A few minutes later Ice was coming back in and sitting with the family members.
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It had been a week and Dr. Rachel Hayes was in and out checking in on Jake and each day was better than before and they were grateful for that. One day while Bradley was the only one in there while the rest went home to grab some things and pick up Maverick, Dr. Hayes had walked in and checked on Jake and Bradley normally she would have a nurse come in but she insisted that she be the one to check up on him. "Dr. Hayes?" Bradley asked and she looked up and over at him.
"Yes?" She asked
"You remember our daughter, right?" He asked and she nodded with a smile. "When can she see him?" He asked.
"At this point. I would say anytime. Just understand that it may be little but traumatic for her. I just ask that she doesn't cuddle with him at this time nit until he's awake." She said with a smile and Bradley nodded.
"I understand. She had to deal with me while I was in the hospital due to a training accident 6 months back." Bradley said and she nodded she remembered that she wasn't on shift or call that time due to taking a vacation. She nodded and then left and Bradley looked over at Jake. "I don't know if you can hear me or not but I need to say this. You need to come back to us. I need you. Your baby girl needs you." He said and kissed his forehead. Goose, Carole, and Maverick had just walked into the room and everyone greeted each other and Bradley updated them on Jake's condition. "Dr. Hayes said that we could bring Y/N in anytime since his condition is better." Bradley said.
"When do you want to do that?" Maverick asked
"I was thinking now." He said and everyone nodded.
"I'll call Slider to bring her on in." Ice said and they nodded and he walked out of the room. Nobody talked and that was ok. 5 minutes later Ice was walking back in "He'll be here in 10. He also said that he would tell her what is going on." He said and they nodded.
10 minutes later Slider was walking in with Y/N and when she saw Bradley she practically leapt into his arms when he stood up and walked over to them "Daddy!" She yelled out and he hugged her like his life depended on it and tears fell from his eyes. "Why you cry, Daddy?" She asked looking at him and wiping his tears and that made everyone start to cry.
"I'm just happy to see you, Honey." Bradley said truth was that she reminded him of Jake and that hurt.
"Papa?" She asked looking at him.
"He's ok just sleep." Bradley said and she tried to go to him but he stopped her "No, Honey you can't cuddle with him right now." He said and that made her cry.
"But, Daddy. Papa." She said and cried harder and tried harder to get to him but he stopped her everytime.
"Soon, Honey. I promise." Bradley said and she seemed ok with that answer because she settled down but pouted. Seconds, minutes, and hours went by with no update. Y/N had gone to sleep around 9 PM and was sleeping soundly in Bradley's arms. Most of everyone went home besides Carole and Goose. They had offered to take Y/N home but Bradley refused to give her up.
4 more days went by and it was during the night when Jake started to come around. Bradley and Y/N were asleep on the couch and Goose was up while Carole was asleep on the other couch. Goose watched Jake's eyes open and he smiled and was thankful when he didn't start to panic. Goose and he had a silent conversation and then Goose was up and heading to the nurse's station where they paged Dr. Hayes who was there in no time with some nurses. Carole had woken up and joined Goose but hadn't woken up the other father and daughter they had been the ones that were up the most. Dr. Hayes and her team quickly got him extubated and instructions were made and she was leaving. She had also given permission for Y/N to cuddle with Jake.
The commotion had woken Bradley up unfortunately and he was up in a instant without waking their daughter up. Goose and Carole stood back and cried as they reunited and kissed each other. "We're going to go and get some coffee and leave you three be." Goose said and Bradley and Jake nodded not being able to say anything with out breaking down but once they were gone they broke down and started talking.
"I thought I lost you, Babe." Bradley said and kissed Jake.
"I know, Baby. But I'm here. I heard what you said and kept fighting." Jake said "Now where is my Sweets?" He asked Bradley and he chuckled.
"Sleeping but I'll get her." He said and walked over to her and picked her up and walked her over.
"Dr. Hayes said that she was good to cuddle." Jake said and Bradley nodded.
"I heard." Bradley said and smiled and gently laid her down next to Jake. She snuggled into him recognizing the scent and warmth of her other father and that woke her up immediately.
"Papa?" She asked sleepily.
"Hey, Sweets. I missed you." He said and she hugged him like it was her lifeline. Carole and Goose had came back to the scene of her sitting in bed looking at Jake full of love and Bradley doing the same at both of them. They gave them a few more minutes before they walked in. When they did everyone greeted everyone and talking began catching up. Y/N tried to keep awake but the battle of sleep won and she had fallen back to sleep on Jake.
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Over the next few days everyone came and saw him and Jake was back to his cocky self that everyone loved. Maverick and Ice visited a lot since they were family. When Jake was released he was told to take it easy and he did and before he knew it he was back up in the air doing what he did best and taking care of his little girl.
As he was putting her to bed one night after insisting that he wanted to do it and told Bradley to go onto bed. He laid in bed with her on his chest as she snoozed away. He laid there awake thinking about if he didn't make it but he wasn't going to let that happen because he loved his family too much and he had to fight for his and Bradley's child. She was their whole world. "I love you, Sweets. I'm not leaving anytime soon." He told her and kissed the top of her head and then he drifted off to sleep. A few minutes later when Bradley rolled over and didn't feel Jake he grew confused and got up and to search for him. He couldn't find him anywhere until he remembered that he put their daughter to bed. So, he went there and opened the door and light from the hallway and her night light filled the room.
"That's where you are." Bradley said to himself and smiled when he saw Jake and Y/N cuddled up on her twin bed both laying the same way and snoring lightly, he shook his head she was defiantly a perfect mix of them. He thought about waking him but figured Jake needed all the cuddling from his little girl that he needed. He would get his cuddles later. He walked in and threw an extra blanket over Jake and then kissed both of their heads "I love you both so much." He said and then slipped out of her room and cracking the door and then walking back to his and Jake's room while turning off the hallway light. He got into bed and quickly fell back to sleep knowing his daughter and husband were safe and sound just two doors down.
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hey again !! yr pinned says yr reqs are still open, sorry if they’re not <//3 when you get the time i was wondering if you could write either a) headcanons about johnnie having a gf that’s (significantly) taller than him or more in depth b) a fic about johnnie having a gf that’s taller who keeps noticing her hoodies go missing for like, weeks and months and she starts feeling crazy about missing all these hoodies. like she literally wears them maybe 2-3 times and suddenly she can’t find it anymore ? so she asks johnnie about it and he acts all confused and gets flustered almost as if reader is accusing him ? but she obvs not, so reader notices that johnnie’s reaction is kinda suspicious but doesn’t really think anything of it. that is until one day reader comes home early from an outing/work and finds the house suspiciously quiet, she calls out for johnnie but gets no response so she looks through the house for him eventually going into their shared bedroom to find johnnie napping curled up in one of reader’s hoodies <3 she immediately smiles and takes out her phone to take a couple pictures before gently kissing johnnie’s face to wake him up. he wakes up all confused until reader points out what johnnie’s wearing. he immediately gets flustered as reader starts to tease him about how cute he is. i also had this idea that maybe it could end with like johnnie starting a (gentle) pillow fight because he’s so flustered and wants to change the topic so it ends with him + reader in a wholesome fit of giggles :]
- detailed anon lol (can i be 🐈⬛ anon maybe ?)
Hoodies - Johnnie Guilbert
Summary : Your boyfriend loves the fact that he can steal your clothes <3
Pairing : Johnnie Guilbert/Reader (romantic)
Warnings : none!!!!
Word Count : 248
A/N : i loved loved loved this req!! i am gonna go with the headcanons for two reasons ! 1 : i've been super burnt out lately and don't know how long i could make a fic, and 2 : this was so detailed i don't think i could do it justice !! but thank u so so much for your incredible detail i love it so much!!!
~ he practically drowns in your hoodies, given that you're multiple inches taller than him
~ he will offer to fold clothes coming out of the dryer for the sole purpose of stealing some of them while they're warm
~ you'll often be looking for a specific hoodie and go to ask him if he's seen it, only to find it in his closet or him wearing it
~ he 100% blushes every time you bring it up, and changes the subject, but he never stops doing it
~ every time you go to put a load of laundry in the washer you have to check his room for your clothes tucked away in places
~ when your t-shirts stop smelling like you he gives them back, waits until you wear it, and then steals it again
~ he keeps track of what perfume/cologne/scent you buy, and gets another one to spray on his own or your clothes when he takes them
~ it's common in his comment sections to see "isn't that _____'s shirt?"
~ he'll roll up the ends of your sweatpants so that he can still wear them around the house without tripping
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My Future in You | 2.0 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader au
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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.
Warnings: accidental pregnancy, references to abortion in a few chapters, angst, will be fluff eventually, will be smut so 18+, enemies to lovers kinda thing, time jump of a month and a half / two months
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“Your sister is fucking insane.” Bradley grunts.
“Shut up and just lift your end,” Jake demands, straying under the weight of lifting his end of the couch. A soft sigh and the two of them lift again, hoisting more than their combined body weight’s worth of sectional sofa. “And she wasn’t crazy until you got her pregnant.”
“I can hear you!” You call back from the small kitchen. Sitting cross-legged on the black and white diamond shaped tile, surrounded by boxes and new plates and bubble wrap. Your system for unpacking is fool-proof and they’ll just get in the way if they try to help. That’s why you’ve had them rearrange the layout of the living room three times already.
There isn’t too much left in your life that you have control over these days. Graduating two years early, at the top of your class, and the only people there to be proud of you were your big brother and the guy who got you pregnant. Delaying your grad job, which you worked your ass off to get, until after you’ve given birth. Finding out you had been approved to switch to their Florida office in an email from your father’s secretary.
Moving to a place you’ve never been before, with a guy you didn’t even like up until recently. Carrying a child that’ll probably never have a name because you and Bradley barely agree on anything. Knowing that Jake, your only constant through this entire ordeal, is shipping off to basic training in a day and a half.
Everything’s hurtling forwards, you can practically hear the time rushing by like wind in your ears. Dragged along with it, no choice but to keep up, there’s a voice in your head that keeps telling you it’s okay to be scared. You just aren’t sure if it’s okay to be this scared.
He’s moving around more and more these days, growing stronger and bigger. His kicks are no longer butterflies in your tummy, but now pinpointed and real, which is terrifying in itself. More recently, you’ve been wondering if he can feel how afraid you are. You don’t want him to worry.
By hell or high water, you’re going to give this little boy all the love that you’ve got. Afraid or not, he needs you and you’ll keep going for him. Being good for him is just about all you can manage. That, and unpacking the way that you need to.
Setting the plates in a cabinet, stacking bowls, glasses in an overhead cupboard. Ignoring Jake and Bradley’s bickering to the best of your ability.
Florida’s even hotter than you were expecting. It’s the last day of May and the air conditioning isn’t getting fixed until tomorrow. Home is no longer an upstairs apartment or a cramped room on the first floor of a fraternity. It’s now an almost two bedroom downstairs unit on a quiet, residential street in west Pensacola.
Living room with fireplace, fully equipped kitchen with new stove and refrigerator. Dark brown, LVP floors and new paint throughout. You have your own Lanai and storage outside unit. Also includes washer and dryer. This northeast location is tucked away in a private dead end street but has easy access to the new University shopping area. It’s nice for a first place. The bedroom is a decent size, and the spare room will work as a nursery, even if its intended purpose was an office.
Your relationship with Bradley has turned into a type of Schrödinger problem. Neither together nor apart. Sharing a room, preparing to share a life, with little more in common than the future you roped him into. He seems excited now. He’s jealous that you can feel the baby and that he can’t. He’s looking forward to meeting his son.
But, as you turn your head and look through the archway, towards him wiping sweat from his brow in the living room, guilt surges through you. Wearing gym shorts and a backwards cap, those stupid roman numerals tattooed on his bicep as he sighs softly and leans his head back, he looks so young.
You’re younger, but this decision was yours. You wonder if he would choose this if he got to do it all over again. Certainly not. All those years of carefree fun, getting to be himself finally, figuring out who he is. Now, those years belong to your son. Swallowing softly, you turn your attention back to the only thing that you can control.
Arranging spices in the rack hung over the stove.
The afternoon hurtles by just as quickly as all of the other days have recently. The routine is the same. Jake takes the couch, glad that Bradley sprung for the corner sectional that’s just about as good as sleeping on the mattress. After a day of not really talking, Bradley slips into bed beside you.
It’s never awkward, but it probably should be. Sharing all of this. A lease, a child, a future, with someone that isn’t even really yours.
“Man, I am fucking exhausted.” Bradley mumbles as his head hits the pillow, exhaling slowly into the comfort of this new space. Your first night in your new home with him. So, you connect with him in just about the only way you ever have.
Even with this protruding, exceedingly rounded stomach, somehow he still wants to fuck you at every opportunity he gets. Looking in the mirror these days is getting harder. It’s not that you have an issue with the way you look now, you think the bump is actually kind of cute. It’s just that you don’t look anything like you used to, and you’re starting to wonder if you’ll ever be that girl again.
Running your fingers through his curls, you lean over and kiss his temple softly. He hums at the feeling, reaching out and resting his hand on your hip. He turns his head and waits for you to kiss him without opening his eyes. You press your lips softly to his, his fingers curling softly to press into the fabric of your shorts. You ask gently, lips grazing his, “Too tired?”
His lips tilt up into a soft smile as he runs his fingers along the waistband of your bottoms, brown eyes flickering up to meet yours, “Never been too tired for sex.”
Turning the two of you over, he settles between your legs, working his talented mouth along all the exposed skin that he can reach.
Curling his fingers into your roots, he moans softly into the curve of your jaw, pressing delicate kisses along your throat. Part of these past few weeks has been learning your cues, your sweet spots and your sensitivities. He’s getting good at it. It’s right as you hum and lift your hips eagerly against his that there’s a sharp jolt, a soft, dull pain as the impact hits your mid-section.
Bradley sits back quickly on his knees.
You groan in complaint, rubbing over the sore spot at the top of your developing bump. It’s only once you lean your head back to sigh in complaint that you clock the look on his face. Eyes blown wide, lips parted, staring at you like you just grew a second head.
Over the past few weeks, the little guy has been getting more and more active. Wriggling around a lot, you’ve been feeling him almost constantly the past few days. It has been ridiculously frustrating, suffering in silence, Bradley constantly frowning and telling you that he can’t feel anything. The realization comes quickly.
“Was that him?” Bradley breathes out softly, brows scrunching together.
You push yourself up on your elbows, lips quirking softly. The pregnancy websites said that Bradley should have been able to feel the kicks about a week ago, you were getting worried. Bradley reaches out again and tenderly rests his hands against the bottom of your rounded stomach.
The two of you wait patiently for it to happen again, Bradley’s lips falling into a disappointed frown as your baby stops kicking. He sighs, moving to lie down beside you and smoothing his hand over the top of your stomach as he kisses your cheek.
“I’m jealous that you get to feel him all the time, moving around in there,” He mumbles, shaking his head softly. “It’s like you’ve met him already and I have to wait three more months.”
You scoff, settling down onto the sheets that you had picked out, staring at the white ceiling, “I don’t think you’d be as jealous if he was kicking your bladder like he kicks mine.”
“Probably no—“ As Bradley speaks, your lips part, jolted by another soft kick. He raises his eyebrows as you grab one of his hands and place it over your stomach. Nothing again. He furrows his brows slightly, glancing up at you expectantly.
“Say something.” You prod him.
“Um… like what? — I don’t know what to say to a —“ His sentence stops abruptly, jaw hanging open as he feels a small but unmistakable kick against his palm. “Holy shit, that’s what you’ve been feel— He did it again!”
You giggle, resting your hand on top of Bradley’s as he beams at you, “I think he likes your voice.”
His eyes widen slightly, making him look even younger than he is. It’s hard to tell whether it’s excitement or fear on his face to begin with. He leans down and presses lips to your stomach.
“I am so,” he stops, kissing your skin tenderly again, hands cradling your growing bump. “So excited to meet you, little man.”
Your heart feels like it just about splits into two and you aren’t even sure why. It’s supposed to be a happy moment. You should be happy about this. Bradley feels a slight hiccup and glances up. Your eyes are filled with tears, stinging and threatening to spill out onto your cheeks.
“Hey,” Bradley says softly as he shifts up the bed and wraps his arms around you. “Hey… it’s okay. What’s wrong?”
You swallow, trying to hold in a sob that consumes your chest and strangles your vocal chords. Sniffling, you rest your head against his shoulder. “Do you wish that we weren’t having him?”
His brows scrunch together as he tries to piece together what about that interaction could have possibly given you that impression.
“Of course not! — Where’s this coming from?” He frowns, resting his cheek against the top of your head as he smooths his fingers along your back. You’re in your third trimester now, and the pregnancy websites said that your hormones might be kind of out of whack. But you got through graduation without a hitch.
It’s as the thought crosses his mind that you break in his arms. Hunching forwards, sobbing into your hands, covering your mouth so that Jake won’t hear you crying from the living room.
“Hey… did — did I say something wrong?” Bradley asks gently, face creasing in concern. He kisses your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I—“
You sniffle and shake your head. “Don’t say sorry. Please.”
“…Okay,” He smooths his palm tenderly along your spine once again, now totally lost. “Babe, I think you’re gonna have to spell it out for me here. What should I do?”
It’s not fair on him, any of this. You pull yourself together long enough to wipe your tear-stained cheeks and string together a sentence. “Just… if we could go back and do it all again, would you… do it like this?”
“I’d probably have suggested a plan B or something.”
You look up, eyes filled with tears, throat burning.
“I’m sorry, bad time for a joke,” He shakes his head quickly and kisses your forehead. “Look, we both know that this wasn’t planned. But it happened, it’s happening — and no, I don’t regret being here with you.”
You allow yourself to sink into his arms as he kisses the top of your head and squeezes you softly.
“Is everything okay with you?” His fingers graze along the nape of your neck and over your shoulder softly. “You’ve not really said a lot to me since graduation.”
He smooths his hand over your stomach, feeling another soft kick against his palm. It’s almost midnight now, he hopes that this kid isn’t going to be this much of a night owl once it’s born.
“Everything’s just moving really fast.” You say quietly as you settle back down onto your side. Bradley copies, laying on his side so that he’s facing you, his stomach pressed to yours. He nods slowly. “Jake’s leaving, and you’re starting work, and my parents still won’t talk to me. The baby doesn’t even have a name. I’m just scared.”
He leans forwards and kisses your mouth softly. “We’ll figure it out.”
A dry laugh escapes your lips, it’s a helpless thing, really. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and shake your head slowly, “How are you so chilled out about this?”
“I’m not,” He promises, voice quiet, something in the way that he looks at you so earnestly makes you soften. “I’m scared too. But we’ll figure it out.”
A silence lingers between the two of you. No more tears, no more lump in your throat, your heart rate slowing enough that you think you might actually manage to sleep tonight. Bradley leans forwards and kisses your cheek, then flicks off the bedside lamp.
You turn onto your other side and he presses himself into your back, wrapping an arm around you and resting it against your stomach. He’s been sleeping like this for the past week straight. It always settles his racing mind. Having both of you in his arms.
He’s warm. Lips press gently to your neck and he hums softly into the curve of your neck.
You exhale softly, shuffling back against his bare chest. This feels awfully grown up. Seven months pregnant, laying skin to skin, in your new shared home.
The next morning, it’s time to drive Jake to the airport. Basic training is three months long. The next time he sees you, you’ll be a mother.
“I love you,” He says softly, wrapping his arms around you. Your stomach bumps into his as you hug him. He’s still getting used to that. “I’m gonna be back before you know it.”
“I know, I know,” You breathe out, squeezing him tighter and then patting his back as you let go. “Just be safe. Don’t do anything stupid.”
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Jake chuckles, giving a quick shrug as he picks his bag up from the floor and slings it over his shoulder. His attention turns to Bradley. “Take care of my sister, Bradshaw.”
“Always.” Bradley answers. You turn your head and scrunch your brows slightly as you look up at him. He drapes an arm around your shoulder and offers Jake a sincere smile.
As Jake turns and heads towards his gate, the two of you are left together. Him still leaning into your side. Always. You stare at him. Flushed skin, wearing a faded grateful dead t-shirt and blue jeans, smiling at you.
Just you and him. Alone, in a new state. Him swearing always and you staying up at night and wondering if there’s even a tomorrow between the two of you.
Ten weeks left until your due date.
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It’s oh so quiet
Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader
Summary: you are in a bad relationship, and you just want to be with Jake.
Warnings: angst (?), but fluffy end. cursing. cheating/unfaithfulness. poor relationship.
notes: its technically jake seresin x reader/bradley bradshaw x reader, but barely
Sorry i’ve been so awol. there has just been a lot going on
Words: 1668
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"Did you know the sheets pilled?"
There's an oblong table in your kitchen. Large. Out of place in the cramped space. He sits at one end, you at the other. The distance between you is enough to keep one another well out of reach, but you're used to it. With your hands in your lap, you stare at the outside of the flimsy newsprint in his grip that obscures most of his face.
"What?" He asks, taking a sip of coffee. He doesn't bother to flick the corner of the page down to meet your eye.
"The bedsheets,” you pick at your thumbnail, “they pilled. From the washer." Cheap things. So thin you can see the label of your mattress through the fabric. That they're not littered with holes is a miracle. “That’s why it feels like someone dumped a bucket of cracker crumbs in the bed.”
"Oh," he pauses, maintaining his full attention on the article. You know he didn’t bother to fully absorb your words before opening his mouth. His stupid mouth. "I hadn't noticed."
Of course not, you think. He sleeps soundly. Thoroughly. He sleeps like a cradled cat with a belly full of milk. Always waking perfectly rested; yesterday’s troubles as thick and potent in his mind as a cup of watered-down coffee is on his tongue. His side of the bed might as well be silky soft, smooth. You wouldn’t know. You haven’t spent much time there in a while. Meanwhile, your side is filled with little balls of hardened fabric that scrape their way into the uppermost layer of your skin. As irritating as kneeling on a pile of uncooked grits or chipped pieces of rock.
You don’t sleep anymore. You can’t blame the sheets. You think of him. The other him. The him whose face is tattooed on the inside of your eyelids. Ever present. Following you with each blink—each attempt at rest.
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“Are you going to leave him?”
Your hand runs softly down the side of his face, skimming across the light blond scruff coating his jaw. “Is that what you want?”
He grabs your hand from his face. Kisses your palm. “You know it is.”
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The man before you doesn’t speak—he reads. He doesn’t look up. You’re not there; not to him. The room is once again silent—silence in its rawest form. We have silent sex, you suddenly think. Well, had silent sex. You don’t touch him anymore and he doesn’t try to touch you. He knows better; knows you prefer those touches to come from another’s fingers; he just doesn’t know whose. He doesn’t ask.
It’s so heavy, this silence. Thick. Hard to penetrate. It’s different here, in this space. Uncomfortable and achy and soon it will morph into pure pain—it always does. It makes you miss the noise. The days you used to fight. The screams and the curses and that time the walls shook when his fist pummeled through the plaster. Without the noise, this silence is a murderous little thing. It seeps into your pores, nestles under your skin, and slowly eats away at your insides until you feel ugly and rotten, like a festering wound. Something to be cut out and discarded.
It’s not like that with him. With him, silence is easy; it’s peace. It turns your brain into cotton candy clouds. You’re free to not have to think. You’re free to breathe. You like breathing. It’s oddly pleasant. Even more so when you’re laying beside him while his fingers sift through the stands of your hair.
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“I love you,” he says.
“I know—I love you, too.”
“Then when do I get to clear out half of my closet?”
You raise a brow. “Get to?”
He only smiles and tugs your body closer to his. “I want to have you here. I'm ready for you to be mine. Only mine."
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You are ready, too. So, so ready. Each moment of acting otherwise seems to age you. Like nature looks upon you every day, shaking its head in disappointment, and decides that if you’re going to waste your time being miserable when you could be happy, then you don’t get to keep your youth. You’re wasting it and you don’t deserve such a gift.
You understand nature’s irritation. You hadn’t been too thrilled with yourself, either. But then last weekend happened.
For the first time, you hadn't left his place to shuffle your way back to your apartment. You woke up in a bed other than your own and when you opened your eyes, you flipped over to be met with the peaceful face of the man you loved—asleep, and yet awake enough to subconsciously wrap his arm tighter around your waist and nuzzle his face into your hair. You knew in a half-second that that was where you belonged. With him. In his arms, his bed, his heart. Your life is meant to be by his side. It's just a matter of speaking it aloud to more than yourself.
Your eyes penetrate through the paper. You can practically see his face; emotionless, dull, the entirety of him unmoved by your presence.
“It’s Jake,” you finally say, your voice powerful, slicing through the air. You take a breath. "It's been Jake."
He still doesn’t move. Doesn’t say anything. You start to think you’ve reached a whole new level of insignificance to him. But then he folds the newspaper and lays it flat atop the table. He looks up at you—stares straight into your soul.
“It was that girl from the bar,” he says.
It doesn’t hurt. Not one bit. You don’t feel anything in your body at the thought of his limbs entangled with another woman's. Your heart doesn’t crack, your head doesn’t ache, your fingers don’t tremble. It’s nothingness. There’s nothing.
You only nod in response, but truthfully you don’t know which girl he is talking about. There were many options. Women fling themselves at him whenever you go out, and he lets them. His voice is a beacon from the moment he sits himself down on that piano bench. A beacon to all women but you. With his eyes on them, yours are always on Jake, standing on the other side of the bar, his hand outstretched for you to take and sneak off somewhere more private.
He shakes his head as he crosses his arms and fully leans back in the chair. His snort is a puff of air. “He’s always talking about you,” he says. “Drags your name into every damn conversation.”
You hold back the smile his words beg to spread across your face. But his own meaning is clear. I should’ve known. It was so obvious. It was right in front of me the whole time.
You agree. It was right there, in plain sight, from the moment it started. He just never cared enough to bother seeing. Neither did you care to notice how easily he fell into arms that were not your own.
“No one else to pick but my teammate?” he asks.
You shrug. “Why did you pick the girl you did?”
“She was there and she wanted me.”
"Jake was there and he wanted me," you say. “And I fell in love with him.” To say the least. Jake Seresin hit you like an avalanche; showing you all the things you didn't know you could have. All the things that completely and simultaneously swell your heart and set your body aflame.
"Well." Fingers run through his brown locks. “Are you leaving or am I?”
“I am. At the end of the week.”
He scoffs, but there’s a hint of a dry laugh buried beneath it. “All planned out and everything, huh?”
You can practically taste the bitterness on his tongue. You know it all too well from past kisses. It's his pride this time, though, that has been damaged. You feel an ounce of regret for that. Hurting him is not your intention. It never was. But anything he feels now is not a wound to the heart. It's been quite some time since you could have had that power.
“When was the last time we were good for one another, Bradley? When was the last time you looked at me and could truly say you loved me?”
He's quiet, yet again. This time appearing to think on your question. Perhaps he believes it's for your benefit to not seem so terribly obvious in already knowing the answer. But he’s not alone. You've both known the answer for far too long.
“I don’t know," he says.
You nod. "Neither do I.”
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He's leaning against the back of his truck; muscled body clad in jeans and a black t-shirt, the short sleeves straining from the thickness of his biceps. He hasn't noticed you yet and you let yourself stare at him—taking him in, absorbing him the way his skin absorbs the summer sun.
Then you smile wide and run to him from the entrance of your apartment building. He notices you just in time to catch you in his arms, spinning you around once before setting you on your feet.
"Hi," you say.
He shakes his head with a smile that mirrors your own, and then he kisses you. A soft press of his lips to yours, but it's enough to burst tingles throughout your body, reaching down to your toes and to the tips of your fingers that are weaving into the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Hi, baby," he whispers between the narrow space separating your lips when you break the kiss. "I missed you."
A chuckle escapes your mouth as he sighs and rests his forehead against yours. His arms tighten around you, as if holding you loosely would give you the freedom to evaporate from his grasp. But you never will. Not by your own choice. "I don't think you'll be saying that for a while, Jake."
"Good." He gives you another long kiss. "Let's go get your stuff."
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Jake likes being called “ good boy “
he sure does ♡
you’re sat in jake’s hoodie and a small, flimsy pair of shorts you probably should’ve thrown out a year ago. you knew you had been slacking when it came to the everyday tasks—cleaning, laundry—but you hadn’t realized that you had quite literally run out of any clean clothes to wear. you found your shorts crumpled up in the bottom of your bottom drawer—a place you never get to because clean clothes always end up stacking up on top before you’ve made it there—but you were still out of options when it came to a top. you found one of jake’s oversized zip up hoodies and slipped yourself into it before loading the washer with your first round of clothes.
you made your way to the living room after starting the washing machine, smiling at a comfy jake. he looked cute sitting on the floor with his back against the couch while he watched tv. you picked up your book from the end table and sat on the couch, placing yourself close to jake. you asked him to set an alarm for your clothes since you had left your phone in your room, ruffling his fluffy hair as you spoke. he hummed, leaning into your touch.
you had settled into comfortable silence—you reading, jake watching. it suddenly occurred to you that jake never actually told you that he had set the alarm and you didn’t know how much time had passed. “jake.” you gently tapped his shoulder. “you set my alarm, right?”
jake nodded, but double checked his phone to make sure. “yeah, i did. see?” he held up his phone even though his eyes were still on the tv screen.
relieved, you melted back into the couch, ruffling jake’s hair again. “such a good boy,” you mused playfully.
you hadn’t expected your lighthearted comment to attract too much focus, but jake’s head turned to you, chin resting on your thigh as he looked up at you with a wide grin and puppy eyes. “yeah?”
you took a moment longer to answer than you normally would have, feeling slightly caught off guard by how pleased jake seemed to be. “yeah, jake. you’re such a good boy.” you instinctively lowered your voice as you spoke, the vibe of the room feeling more intense than when you had said it as a joke.
jake’s fingers fisted the small material of your elastic shorts on the side nearest him, preening at your words. his eyes were sparkling as he looked up at you. “let me show you how good i can be.” he rolls his head to place persuasive kisses on your thighs, eyes still pleading up at you. “i’ll make the last ten minutes fly by. i’ll be so good for you.”
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Thick and Thin Part 2 || Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Request: Reader is a former police officer, but now is working at the hard deck. Her last undercover work went terribly wrong and she was hurt really bad (got captured and held in a damp and cold cellar.... See rest here
A/N: We’re pretending the aviators are at Top Gun for a few months not a few weeks! Didn’t follow the prompt completely… but it’s cute! Def more cute than angsty. Enjoy!
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N
Word Count: 3,900+'
Part 1
“Are you alright?” Penny asked. Flicking your eyes up towards the sandy haired woman you gave her a faint nod.
You shot her the best smile you could muster, “I’m fine.”
“I think those glasses are clean enough Y/N. You’ve been at them for the last thirty minutes, yeah?” She took the rag from you sensing something was off. Something didn’t seem quite right with you this afternoon. Far quieter than your normally chipper and happy self.
“Sure. They were just really dirty is all. You should really have that washer checked out.” Nervously, you laughed knowing she sensed you were off. Because of course she did. Penny could read you like a damn book. Any damn book she wanted you to be.
“What’s wrong?” She asked as she watched you walk around the bar. She gently pushed you down into the barstool outside the bar.
Sighing, you knew there wasn’t a way you could get out of talking about this one, “It’s dumb Penny. Really dumb.”
She shook her head, “Can’t be dumb if it’s got you thinking so hard.”
Looking ahead you saw the group of aviators with their newest addition, Olivia, the blonde that you thought was leagues above you, “Jake’s got himself a new girlfriend.” You nodded in her direction trying not to look like you were shooting daggers right at her. You wanted to. This jealousy thing sucked.
Penny’s eyes followed your line of sight over to her regular group of aviators. Her eyes raised as she scanned over the new girl, taking her in, “How do you know she’s with Jake?” She asked hoping you wouldn’t really have an answer.
You shrugged, “Might’ve been his hand on her ass or them making out last night in the booth, something like that.” Looking away you turned your attention back to Penny.
She sighed seeing your deflated face. “Well, that’s a sign I suppose.” She nodded in agreement, “She’s just a fling honey.” Penny continued seeing the utter sadness seep through your expression.
“She’s gorgeous Penny, I don’t think…” You paused not really wanting to think about what this really meant. Did this mean he’d no longer come up and talk with you? Flirt with you? Even you had to admit that was some of the most fun you’d had working at the bar. The nights when Jake were there flew by, he made sure of it.
She shook her head not letting you respond either, “Look, I’ve known Hangman longer than you. She’s definitely just a fling. Doubt she’ll be around tomorrow.”
Penny was wrong though. She was around the next night and the night after that. When she showed up the following Friday night you were sure you were about to lose it. Your only saving grace being Bradley. He was out on a training mission for the week so when that tall brunette walked through the front door you about sang his praises right then and there. A smile crept up your cheeks as you made eye contact with the cocky son of a bitch you’d grown close to over the previous few months. God were you thrilled he’d taken a job at Top Gun.
“Bradley.” You smiled handing him a tall glass of his favorite draft, “Glad you’re home. First one’s on the house.”
“Better be.” He grinned taking it from you. He only threw his hands up in defense when he saw your bitter scowl, “I kid! Thank you, Y/N. It’s good to be back.”
You nodded, “That’s more like it.” It felt almost foreign to smile after the shitty week of hidden frown’s you’d been giving seeing your less than favorite couple walk through those doors. You hadn’t even tried to make eye contact with him. The second you saw him with her you’d turn the other direction.
Things got a little rocky the third time you saw her. She’d come up and ordered drinks for her and Jake in a not so nice manner. You replied back in a not so nice manner. She tried to get you in trouble with Penny bitching about her bartender having an attitude, but Penny shrugged it off before telling you all about it. That was the night you could feel Jake’s eyes on you, but you couldn’t look at him. Not after that. You hated making yourself look like a fool and you were sure she was painting you as a full on clown now. Why’d you have to let Bradley talk you into your feelings for this stupid boy?
“How’ve you been?” Bradley asked taking a seat in front of you. It was still early enough in the night that you weren’t too busy yet and could spare the time to chat.
You nodded wiping up the counter in front of him, “Okay. Weather’s been shitty. You picked a good week to leave.”
He leaned back taking you all the way in. He too could see right through you like Penny could. A quick glance around the bar confirmed his senses. Hangman was sitting over in the corner with a blonde girl on his lap without a care in the world. He was only gone a week and Hangman had managed this already. Bradley knew how sensitive you were about your injuries. How insure they had made you. How they made you feel like you were less than and didn’t deserve the love you really did deserve. To see Hangman sit there and almost confirm all those fears in the time he was gone pissed him off. Bradley was proud of how much progress he had made with the two idiots who didn’t seem to know what they wanted. He had managed to get you both to confess to him the true nature of either of your feelings. It perplexed him how he was now in a worse off situation than he had left the previous week.
“Who’s that?” Bradley asked leaning closer to the bar again knowing how much you probably didn’t want to be talking about it. But he knew you were trapped. Sure, you could run and serve other customers but eventually you’d have to come back and talk to him.
Rolling your eyes you snuck a quick glance at the overly touchy couple in the booth on the far side of the bar, “Olivia. A teacher or something like that.”
Bradley raised his eyebrows letting his glasses slide down his nose, “You know that’s just a distraction right?”
“Shut up Brad.” You wanted to slap him silly right then and there. You couldn’t let him talk you into getting your hopes up again. The first crash hurt enough already.
“It is! You’re not a man, so how would you know what he’s thinking?” He rattled off.
“And how would you?” You fired back, irritated with him already, “Playing the man card? Really Bradley?”
“Okay, ouch… fair.” He smirked, missing the less than friendly banter back and forth in just the week he’d been gone. He’d gotten so used to you being there that he didn’t realize how much he loved your presence until he took himself out of it.
You shrugged not knowing what to say. You’d love to believe Bradley, but you just couldn’t seem to. They’d stopped in the bar four times in seven days, it felt like he was trying to make a point to you. One that you fully understood and didn’t really want to be a part of. He was choosing her. Not you.
“Come on, he likes you!”
“He’s got a very interesting way of showing it doesn’t he?” You spat out with a little too much disgust in your voice. Even if he did like you, you were annoyed with the whole thing. What were you in? Middle school?
“It’s his way of deflecting! You should know, you’ve done it long enough.” Bradley smirked more to himself than to you. Surely you couldn’t give up on the non-existent relationship before it even started? Bradley was better than that at meddling with relationships and he knew it. Just last week he got Natasha and the girl at the bar to finally strike up a conversation. Big bad Phoenix became a chicken in front of a pretty girl.
“I’m not doing this with you right now. I’ve got people to serve anyway.” You grumbled turning away from him before he could argue. You loved the man with your whole heart, but boy was he difficult. He never backed down from an argument, certainly not when he knew he was right, which he was. Bradley decided he better knock some sense into Hangman. What he didn’t realize is that it would send the Olivia girl right up to the bar where you were.
You hadn’t realized Bradley got up. That was your own fault for not keeping tabs on the loose cannon. You only realized when you heard that familiar cough behind you. A nasally cough to grab your attention. Not even having the energy to fake a smile you mumbled out a somewhat coherent, “What can I get for you?”
“You know, he doesn’t like you. He likes me.” That irrationally squeaky voice that made you want to do questionable things spoke far too confidently for you not to consider what she was saying.
You really hadn’t the energy to deal with this right now, “What are you talking about?”
“Jake. He complains about you all the time. Your attachment issues. Getting sick all the time. You seem pathetic really.”
You wanted to frown. Betrayal coursed through you. How dare he mention that to her? It felt like you were just an object to talk about not a person underneath, “Okay. Are you ordering anything or?” Was all you could think of. You tried to remain as unbothered as you could. Although, you weren’t sure if your face was playing along or not.
“No.”
“Bye.” You rolled your eyes subtly before turning to the next guest. She took the hint retuning to Jake. You were sure she interrupted whatever conversation Bradley and Jake were having as Bradley looked flabbergasted when she climbed right back into his lap. You wanted to turn away but the sheer look of horror on Bradley’s face seemed to make it all worth it.
After serving a few patrons Bradley made his way back to where he was originally sitting, waiting patiently on you. Sliding him another draft you raised your eyebrows, waiting on whatever he had to say, “Exactly what I thought. A simple deflection. An easy one.”
“Just, drop it. Tell me about your training mission?” You really didn’t want to talk about it anymore. It’s all the two of you seemed to chat about anymore. It was exhausting you; you couldn’t imagine how Bradley felt.
The two of you chatted until it got too busy to ignore your bartending duties. You felt a pit in the bottom of your stomach when you saw the two blondes leaving together later on in the night. You felt his eyes on you continuously throughout the night. What had she said to him? If she was that brash coming up to you earlier on in the night then you could only imagine what nasty things she’s said about you to him.
It hurt more than you were mad at him for telling her about you. He had to have known you felt something for him and to do this felt like he was all but rejecting you. Once Bradley left you let yourself spiral in your head but maintain that fake ass smile as you served guests.
It didn’t get better once you got home. You continued to think about what that stupid little mousy faced girl said to you, ‘he doesn’t even like you.’ Could that really be true? Were you really that fucking annoying? Sure, the sickness was a burden, but you never tried to place it on him. Fuck. You couldn’t believe you’d let Bradley right back into your head and let him convince you that.
Sleep didn’t come easily. The stress of the simple conversation placing too much anxiety on your brain. Not sleeping well with the added stress was never a good mixture for you. When you woke the next morning you felt warm, too warm. You knew what it meant but you decided to try and nap it off. That was a mistake as you woke feeling exponentially worse.
Placing the thermometer under your tongue you frowned when you read 102.6 Degrees read across. Texting Penny that you were sick you took a quick shower before finding your way back into bed. It was amazing what the human brain could do. You let yourself get so wrapped up in those little comments that your body was straight up having a physical reaction as well. Rejecting your thoughts completely.
Frustrated you tried to sleep again. Turning your phone to silent just deciding to ignore it for the afternoon. Not like anybody would be reaching out other than Penny. She’d assume you were just sleeping anyway.
When your eyes opened again the night had taken over. Sighing you popped into the shower rinsing off all the salty sweat that was coating your body. This was the worst of it when your temperature was the highest and you felt freezing. The highest the shower could go only calmed your shivers down some more. Contemplating taking some Tylenol you decided against it, letting your body fight this one off.
Laying on the couch you found a show you liked. Letting yourself drift in and out of sleep to the quiet volume from the television. You would have likely slept there the rest of the night had there not been a knock on the front door. Deciding to ignore it you closed your eyes hoping whomever it was would go away.
But they had other plans. The persistent knocks only seemed to get louder. With a huff you shuffled your feet to the door making sure to keep the blanket wrapped around you. It was far too cold out in the open air to be walking around without one.
Taking a look through the peep hole in the door you frowned seeing Jake on the other side. What in the hell did he want?
“Y/N, open up. I can literally hear you. Right there.”
Damn, were you really breathing that loud? Not really having the option you unlocked the dead bolt opening the door seeing the handsome man before you. He was dressed down, not in any Navy Uniform. You had to admit he looked damn good no matter what he was in. Hot as a pilot and maybe even hotter as a civilian.
He studied you for a second as you simply tried to keep your eyes open. Not having a clue of the time, you shuffled away from the door letting him in. Making your way back to the couch you snuggled right back into the spot you were in earlier, “To what do I owe the pleasure?” You mumbled out.
He took a seat on the opposite side of the couch, “You didn’t text me back… all day.”
“Sorry,” You sighed realizing you really hadn’t looked at your phone since about lunch time and it looked late out now, “Just been sleeping.”
He looked down, almost ashamed, “Why didn’t you call?”
You shrugged, “Didn’t think too. I don’t know. I’ve got everything I need.”
“I told you to call me when you were sick Y/N. I could’ve helped.”
This time your frowned. What was he getting at? Didn’t he have Olivia to fuck or some planes to go fly?
“Thought you were busy. Didn’t want to bother you.” It was a lie. You were too scared to bother him. To place your burden on him especially after what the blondie said the day prior. It was easier to lie than to comfort your feelings so suddenly.
“How many times do I have to tell you, you aren’t a burden Y/N. You aren’t a bother at all. I want to help you! Rooster wants to help you! Do you know how worried sick we’ve been? Penny all but begged me not to come but I couldn’t sit around that bar any longer knowing you weren’t answering your phone. You could’ve been dead for all we knew!” You winced hearing him raise his voice slightly at you.
He noticed, “I’m sorry. So sorry.” He apologized quickly.
A wave of emotions hit you all at once as you finally listened to him. You’d have probably argued back if you didn’t feel like such shit. You hummed closing your eyes while resting your head on the pillow behind you. You felt slightly guilty straight up ignoring him, but your head was pounding, and the fever was apparently raging.
You almost jumped ten feet in the air when Jake’s icy hand contacted your forehead, “Christ, Y/N you’re on fire.”
“And you’re freezing!” You pulled the covers closer hoping it would stop the shivers that erupted from your body.
“Here,” He handed you the thermometer that was on the kitchen table, “Can you check please?”
Placing the thermometer under your tongue you watched him as he watched you. The air in the room felt a little awkward for the first time. It had all usually flown so naturally between the two of you. But you were holding back on him, not letting him know why you were really truly upset… Olivia.
He didn’t look away as your eyes connected with his. He’d missed you, of course. Olivia was exactly that, a distraction from you. Because Jake was just like you. He didn’t think you’d ever give him the time of day. With your background and skillset, you’d be an asset to any relationship. Bradley even tried to talk him into admitting his feelings for you.
He was almost successful. Right before Jake was going to coming to admit his feelings and ask you on a proper date he chickened out and sat on the beach instead. That’s where he met Olivia. And the rest was history.
Until last night. Olivia got in his ear about you. Tried to say bad things before he shut them down right then and there. He reluctantly left with her when she asked him to. It was early and she could sense the irritation coming off of him. Jake broke the weeklong fling off as they walked the beach. He couldn’t stand the thought of even being friends with someone who could be so cruel to you.
He was going to tell you the next night, but you never showed up. You always worked the Saturday evening shift. Almost every bartender did. He barely got an answer out of Penny before he bolted for the door heading straight for your apartment.
You were lost in thought when the thermometer beeped. 103.2 degrees. Whew, that was warm for an adult. You hadn’t recalled the last time your temperature had actually gotten that high. Oh well, you’d just have to deal with it.
“Have you taken any Tylenol?”
You shook your head mumbling out a soft, “No.”
He sighed, “What the hell Y/N? If you aren’t going to call you have to take care of yourself.”
This time your returned the sigh. Tired of the act. He couldn’t really care for you like that. Not even as a friend. Especially if that Olivia said was true, “Why do you care?” You let out a little more coherently. It wasn’t like you to pick fights, but you were confused, truly.
His eyes crinkled downward as he took in your question. Gently, he sat down beside you, “Why would you say that?”
A slight flush coated your cheeks, he seemed so damn genuine, “Olivia… she came up to me yesterday when Bradley came to you. She went on and on about how annoying you thought I was. How attached I was. How being sick was… the worst or something.” You looked down, not having the slightest bit of courage to look up at him.
“And you believed her?” His frown deepened as he considered your words.
You sighed feeling slightly embarrassed about the whole thing, “Yeah, I mean she’s convincing… I guess.”
“Hey,” He took your chin in your hand, “You know that’s not true right.”
You nodded, loving the feeling of your head in his hand, “Yeah.”
“That doesn’t sound very convincing, Y/N.”
“I’m sorry… she’s just better than me. Prettier than me. Smarter…”
“Stop,” He shook his hand giving your chin a gentle squeeze. Not willing to hear such negativity come from your mouth, “First off, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for making you feel that way. You don’t get to see yourself from my view. How pretty you look when you smile at customers. How smart you sound when your just casually chatting with people. How easily you seem to connect with people. You’re so much more than what you see yourself as. Your not perfect, nobody is, but you’re damn near close to it.”
If you didn’t feel like you were going evaporate from the fever you were sure your cheeks would be inflamed. But your exhaustion and the heavy conversation seemed to dull your senses a bit, “You really think that?” It took a moment for you to process but once you did you were floored. Jake thought so highly of you?
“Of course, you’re incredible Y/N. You might not believe it, but I do. I see it every day. Olivia was nothing. A distraction from you. I was scared.”
“Of what?” Your eyes fluttered between opened and closed. Not seeming to be able to keep them in one state. You so desperately wanted to keep the conversation going. You were finally broaching the feelings subject. Of course, your fucking body would throw you out of whack when he tried to do so.
“You rejecting me.” He answered all too honestly.
You laughed a little, “I’d never reject you Jake. I’d never feel good enough for you if we’re being honest.”
He took your hand in his gently giving it a squeeze, “You’re more than enough Y/N. Everything I’d ever need.”
Blinking away the tears that Jake inevitably brought on you realized you must not have been successful as you felt his thumb brush away one that escaped, “Don’t cry sweetheart.”
You looked up seeing his overly concerned face. Oh, how soft Jake Seresin could be when he wanted to, “Happy tired tears.” You laughed softly feeling the day and conversation fully catch up with you.
“Come on,” He pinched your side forcing your eyes open, “Let’s get you to bed.”
You shook your head, “I’m good here. Comfy and too tired to move.”
“That’s what I’m here for darling.” Jake didn’t waste anytime laying it on thick. He was a romantic after all.
Without listening to your reservations, he scooped you up with ease. Gently, he laid you down in bed tucking you in under the covers.
“Jake?”
“Yeah?” He smiled looking down at you.
“Can you stay?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He chucked diving into bed next to you. He pulled you close into him. He’d normally be warmed but you were rocking with your fever at a higher temperature.
“Night Jake.” You sighed enjoying jakes slightly cooler temperature.
“Goodnight. See you in the morning beautiful.”
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Voulez-Vous | J.H.S.
Summary: Your best friend invites you to a night out with her fellow Top Gun pilots.
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!reader
Content warnings: Drinking, fluff, getting caught by Phoenix (?)
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"It's ABBA night at one of the clubs. You should come," Natasha told you. You clicked start on the washer before taking your phone off speaker.
"I don't know. Don't you have trainings and stuff tomorrow?"
"No? It's Friday. Look, I'll even pick you up."
You sighed before saying okay. Natasha squealed and told you to dress like you were going to a disco. As you looked at yourself in the mirror after getting ready, you couldn't help but think that you looked ridiculous.
When Natasha texted you that she was outside, you grabbed your credit card and ID before getting your keys out of the decorative bowl by the door.
"Oh my God, you look great! Oh, and this is Bob, my back seater. Bob, this Y/N."
"Hi, I've heard a lot about you," he said.
"All good things I hope."
Bob let you sit in the passenger seat and you took control of the music. The club was about twenty minutes from your house, and you started to get nervous as Natasha and Bob waved to a few guys in the distance. You put your keys in the center console before getting out of the car with Bob.
"Y/N, this is Payback and Bagman."
"It's Hangman, but you can call me Jake," the green eyed aviator told you with a smirk. You would be lying if you said he wasn't cute.
You blushed as you felt Jake put his hand on the small of your back to guide you into the club. Damn backless tops. You thought. All of you were sitting at the bar when Jake offered to pay for everyone's drinks. Phoenix caught onto his antics almost immediately, because he glanced at you before making such an offer.
You were able to talk Phoenix and Coyote into taking vodka shots with you and that really kicked the night off. All of you hit the dance floor after having a few more drinks. Lay All Your Love On Me started to play, and you and Jake were so close that you were practically kissing. No one really seemed to notice as he took you outside and leaned against the brick wall.
Moments later, the two of you were in a heated makeout session. His hands were all over you, and you didn't mind. It was taking a lot for him not to turn you so that you were against the wall, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.
"Hey, Y/N - oh my God, we can't take you anywhere!" Natasha exclaimed. You pulled away from Jake, blushing.
"Was that directed at him or me?" You asked.
"Him, obviously. They're about to play Dancing Queen and I figured you would want to know. Yeah, I'll be back inside."
As soon as you saw her go back inside, you turned to Jake and laughed. He pulled out his phone and handed it to you.
"We should go out sometime," he said.
You blushed and typed your number in before going back inside.
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Can u imagine winding down with Jake after his game??? It'd be just cuddles. CUDDLES EVERYWHEREEEE
D I AM UNWELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Context: Flyboy - college Flyboy
Most post game rituals involve Jake, and by association, you going out with the team - it is usually dinner, and then drinks / karaoke / or if the team was particularly energetic and feeling it, to the club.
The game today had been one of those games - tiring, challenging, one the boys really had to fight for. They had won, of course - and the explosion post win was massive. It had you screaming in the stands with the crowd, the the boys roaring in the field. You catch Jake’s eye as he is in the middle of the celebrating field on group - he is there, but mentally, same with every game - Jake is looking for you.
You know he is tired - you can see it from his eyes. Heck, Jake played a stellar game - but he played hard today, putting in 150% into every run, every play.
You hang around outside the locker rooms with some of the player’s girlfriends (although you aren’t one, really) - and when they slowly start to trickle out after the debrief and shower, Jake finds you right away.
“Mmmf,” he kinda just slings an arm around you, and makes that sound. You can smell the scent of his soap and shampoo mixing together as you slide an arm around his waist, patting his side.
“Heck of a game Jakey.”
Can’t lose when I have my lucky charm there,” he squeezes your arm, also squeezing you tighter against him.
“Just dinner, I’m tired.” He turns his head and mutters into your hair, soft enough that only you can hear. The rest are still boisterous, riding off the game - they had all played hard, but Jake had played the hardest - because he would have taken it the hardest if they lost.
“Ok,” you nod and Jake absently kisses the top of your hair in thanks, too tired to overthink it.
You grab dinner with the rest - burgers, and Jake manages to keep himself joking and bantering along with the rest.
“Aw c’mon Seresin, won’t be the same if you both don’t come for drinks.”
Jake is going to protest but you open your mouth to save him, “nah, we’re going back.”
“Aww c’mon,” you get cries from the group, but you just shake your head and grab Jake’s hand, “sorry guys, this guy is mine tonight,” and you drag him away shouting goodbye.
“Yours tonight?” Jake is amused, as you drag him away. He links his fingers with yours and holds firm, not letting you pull away.
“You mean thank you?” You snort, put not bothering to unlink your fingers with him - it was a losing battle given how much stronger he was than you. “I got us out of there in the easiest way possible.”
“Thank you sweetheart,” Jake laughs, and you pull him back to your apartment instead of his frat house, because you know, and he knows, he is more likely to get a more uninterrupted rest at your place.
You make him throw his gear into the washer before anything, and steer him to the bathroom in your room. You use the one outside, and you both shower off. Jake uses one of the many sets of clean clothes he has stored in your room, and you both just end up flopping down on the couch and turning on the tv. Jake in grey sweats and a dark t, and you in an oversized sweatshirt and shorts.
Jake is just tired, and he doesn’t bother to hide it at this point, sinking back into the couch. You drop down beside him, and he extends an arm to surround you with it. You don’t protest because of how tired he is and you just let him, snuggling back into his body.
Jake rests his face against the side of your head as you both mindlessly watch the sitcom playing on television.
“You played good today,” you tell him again as you absently fiddle with them hem of your sweatshirt, tucked in next to Jake. All he says in “mmmmm” while rubbing his cheek agains your hair in acknowledgement. He isn’t being rude though, he just is being himself - the quieter Jake who doesn’t have to say anything because he knows that it is okay between you both.
Somehow though, somehow - you end up falling asleep first (as usual) and Jake notices the moment you start to slump even more in his arms, your body moving gently up and down with sleep. As exhausted as he is, lifts you up and carries you to bed, setting you down on the inside before crawling in after you.
He knows he probably shouldn’t, but when you roll over to press yourself against him in your sleep, Jake throws an arm over you and presses the softest kiss to your forehead, before dozing straight off to sleep, feeling exhausted but absolutely content. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
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Lordt I have been so busy with work I can't see the light. Anyway, little day-to-day things with Eli, Daniel, Jake, and Johan.
— Eli likes to help you dry your hair after a shower. He likes it in the way that it grounds him with strange normalcy he never even knows of. Always, he tries to be gentle.
After his first try, he does some research about the actual "procedure". Nowadays, he massages your scalp after drying your hair with a towel.
The two of you often don't talk much during these moments. Often, late in the evening and sapped of your energy.
There is not much to say while he blows dry your hair. However, the aftermath is his favourite. You always reward him with a quiet thank and a soft peck.
He likes the subdued intimacy of it, likes it better when you wind up your arms around his waist and hug him tight.
&. Cooking and washing the dishes are much more bearable when Daniel does them with you.
It's... cute, in a way. He probably has better words for it, but he can't really think of anything when he stands next to you in the kitchen.
You're always adorable in that matching apron you wear with him. More than once, you can him cute in it before. But that's not the heart of the matter.
Being called cute by you is nothing in comparison to when you lift a spoon up to let him taste test. Or when he can peck you on the cheek while you're focused on cooking.
He can even say he doesn't mind the chore of cooking properly and washing dishes afterwards if you're around (not just because he has another helping hand either.)
&. Jake likes to play games with you and against you. Whatever traps you to spend time with him the next hour or so.
He finds it funny how you get riled up during Monopoly, while he messes around and keeps landing himself in jail.
That slight frown you make when you don't have good cards is also easy to spot, but he never deigns to point it out because it amuses him immensely.
However, to him, nothing is as funny as when you lost and he gets to "punish" you. The way you close your eyes shut to brace the flick he lands on your forehead is too precious, he almost wants to stop the punishment just to capture a picture of you.
He's a good sport when he has to receive the punishment, too. Always readily offer his face for you to land your "attack" whenever you got the win.
&. Doing laundry with you has become something of a routine for Johan. No matter who separates the clothes or who puts them into the washer, the two of you always hang them up together.
Not because of any need to hang his own clothes or anything, it's just that this is the few times in the day when he can be normal with you.
He never lets you know about it, but he's always quick to hang up the heavier clothes before you can take them. If there are any clothes that need hand-washing, he'd try to get to them before you do, too.
He always covers these up with excuses that he's used to doing it at home since his mom couldn't, but the reality is that he doesn't want you to strain your back over hand-washing.
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I love your blog so much! Dad!Rhett brings me so much joy, now hear me out. Girl dad Rhett, dealing with first periods, screaming at each other about stealing clothes, first dates, and makeup but also Rhett teaching them how strong and amazing they are, he’s a feminist ofc
BABYYYYYYY!!!! Thank you!!!!! That's part of the reason I started it in the first place (lol). Any character of Lewis's that's a dad, I'm a sucker for.
You and Rhett love your girls, but once they hit puberty? That was a whole different story
Hannah and Kaya would steal each other's clothes at least once a week. Breaking up that fight had him scared shitless
And when they got their first periods? Rhett's got that seared into his memory. He knew something was up when he caught the girls trying to shove their bedsheets and some of their clothes into the washer
He felt horrible when he went to the school to go and get Kaya because the cramps were so bad. They were bad to the point where she had puked in the nurse's office and the nurse had called Rhett to come and get her
He tried to talk to her on the ride home, but the poor bean was too embarrassed to say anything
And it was only when you and Rhett did the laundry that night that you realized how embarrassed she had been
The makeup phase wasn't the worst thing in the world, but Rhett did find it annoying every time the girls would watch YouTube tutorials and try to practice what they were doing
The day they announced that they were going on their first dates was the day the boy cousins and their brothers were all present in the room.
Oh yeah, Tate and Jake Dutton, Joey and Cody Wheeler, Colt Tillerson, Tatum and Tanner were all in the living room with Rhett
The boys picking them up were scared shitless when they saw all those fully grown cowboys sitting together in one room
And probably pissed their pants when Tanner came clunking down the stairs asking where the shotguns were
Rhett warned them to have the girls home by eleven or he and the boys would be sitting right up in the windows on the upstairs level of the house, ready to take their shots
Sure enough they were home by eleven......not a minute later, but right on the dot
Yet you and Rhett taught the girls well
You taught them that they are loved, valued and deserve respect
And if anybody says otherwise, they'll have Rhett to contend with
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Part 3!!! You can read the summary here in part 1 if you’ve missed it
Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash for the silly girls only okay
Warnings and tags: 18+ ONLY!!!, sexual content, oral (m receiving), slash of course (future SamXDanny so if that will freak you out in later chapters maybe just skip this all together), unrequited love, angst, third person POV Jake. Danny, and Sam, restaurant AU, brief talk about sexuality, hand jobs, edging
Word count: 8.8k
Danny hardly expected Jake to be up when he awoke, let alone smell him cooking up a breakfast downstairs.
He redressed into his dirty work uniform, feeling uncomfortable in the now wrinkled shirt and slacks but not really having another option. Hopefully Sam would still be asleep when he got home so he wouldn’t have to be seen sneaking back inside wearing the same clothes.
Trying not to think about what happened last night after he went to bed, Danny gathered up the borrowed clothes and towel, and eased his way down the stairs. The sound of metal utensils beating against mixing bowls and a bluesey playlist filling the entire first level of the apartment.
The end of the stairs deposited him in the living room. He could see the front door, could make a quick break, but as he smelled the food coming from the kitchen his stomach growled.
Along with the temptation of food, Danny didn’t want to just leave without thanking Jake once more for letting him crash. It also wouldn’t hurt to just check in on how he was feeling. See how he was handling the first morning waking up without Josh living here with him.
Still trying to remain undetected, he slipped into the kitchen, but instead of taking a left, he took a right into the joint laundry room and stuffed everything from his arms into the halfway full washer.
“Morning Danny-o” Jake called out to him in a chipper voice. Danny turned around slowly, flashing the best innocent smile he could muster.
Jake was leaned over a pot on the stove, and Danny moved forward so he could watch him pull out a pair of perfectly poached eggs, carefully placing them on the plates he’d set out.
“What are you doing up so early? And cooking what?” His eyes examined the countertops, taking in all the bits of ingredients Jake had pulled out to complete his meal. “Eggs Benedict? You made the sauce?”
“You made the sauce?” Jake repeated him in a mocking tone, clapping his shoulder as he moved past him to grab the pepper grinder. “Of course I made it, who do you think I am?”
Jake was sporting a cocky smile, humming and tapping his foot along with the songs that came on as he assembled two perfect sandwiches. One for him and one for Danny.
Graciously taking the plate Jake offered him, he followed the chef through the kitchen and into the small dining area at the end. “You seem like you’re in a good mood?”
“Well I slept like a rock” Jake replied with a chuckle as they sat together. “Went to bed feeling real relaxed. Thanks for that” he sent Danny a wink, his smile still shining in his eyes, reflecting a twinkle from the morning sun shining through the large bay window the table was situated in front of.
Danny’s face flushed, stuffing his mouth with the food to hide his embarrassment but ending up making a huge mess with the runny egg. Jake laughed now, shaking his head and looking away so Danny could clean himself up without being watched.
“I meant to be the one thanking you” Danny spoke up when he swallowed his overzealous bite, not even able to relish in the taste yet because he was so flustered, and he didn’t know why. “So, umm, thanks for letting me stay here”.
“Mhmm” Jake hummed, looking at Danny’s plate, then him, then back down to his plate, trying to get Danny to take a hint and shut up so he could eat the breakfast he’d made for him.
Danny took the hint the wrong way though, thinking Jake meant he had more to thank him for. “Oh! And thank you for the food! You’re a really great cook Jake”.
“I know” Jake replied, trying to sound cool and confident, but developing a slight blush of his own. “Now eat it before it gets cold you big dork”.
After they’d both finished, Jake collected both the plates and brought them back into the kitchen. “Let me clean up a bit then we will get going”. He set the plates in the sink, Danny helping him collect the pot and other used items.
“You don’t have to take me home. I was going to order an Uber or something” it sounded weird, impersonal, when he said his plan out loud. Like he was just some random Jake had picked up. Then he found his mind wandering to the conversation they’d had last night. Jake had picked up some randoms before, he was experienced. Had he brought them here? When Josh still lived with him? Or had he agreed to go back to theirs?
“It’s no bother” Jake replied as he washed up the dishes and set them aside to dry, knowing Danny’s reservations were based off of his ridiculous ideas that he was somehow intruding. Even if he didn’t tell him directly, he was glad Danny had come over, even if it was just to escape Sam and his nightly escapades with Savanna. Danny had been around for a long time. Highschool, parties, birthdays, holidays, Danny and his family were always invited. He had started off as Sam’s friend, being closest to him in age, but eventually Josh and Jake had taken to Danny just as well.
“I’ve got to go up to the restaurant for a bit today. I can drop you off on the way, give Sammy a nice little wake up call”.
“Umm, yeah I’d appreciate a ride, but I wasn’t exactly going to tell Sam where I was. Thinking it will be better to keep him guessing than trying to get any ideas”. Danny was avoiding eye contact, trying to laugh off his obvious nerves. Jake was starting to grow weary of Danny being so nervous around him, he was never like that before. At first it was cute, Jake was definitely one to tease anyways, but the mention of not even being seen together around Sam sounded over the top.
Wasn’t Jake just as much Danny’s friend now as he was Sam’s? What was the big deal if they hung out alone together? Well, besides the new found burning desire to consume him, body and soul.
Danny on the other hand knew Sam too well. He knew even something as simple as staying the night and getting a ride home would bring on a flood of never ending questioning. Even with as close as he had gotten to the twins, he and Sam had a special connection that sometimes left Sam being possessive. Usually Danny didn’t mind, he liked being needed like that, but lately his situation had grown more complicated, and he didn’t want to find himself hurting either party’s feelings.
As he noticed Jake's good mood begin to slip, he thought perhaps he was being a little too cautious. He did care about Jake; he was easy to be around, gentle in all the ways that mattered, while also having an edge and an air of confidence that made Danny want to explore boundaries like he never had before. Jake was his guide in this endeavor and he trusted him even more than he did before last week.
“On second thought, maybe I should come up with something?” Jake peaked over his shoulder to see Danny leaned up against the counter behind him. “I mean if we’re going to be spending more time together, then we should have a good cover story”.
There was a heavy shift in the air that turned Jake's mood back around and got him riled up again. “Oh yeah? Spending more time together? Whatever for?”
Jake started to walk away, going to retrieve his keys so they could get on their way, but Danny managed to snatch him by the waist and pull him down onto him. With his back pressed against Danny’s front, Jake made a mediocre effort of trying to squirm away, but really he was only enjoying wiggling his ass, pushing back into him even further until Danny settled him with a firm grip on his hip.
“As I recall, you’re too busy to find other people to fuck. So yes, I do expect us to be spending some more time together. Unless you were just using that excuse to get me into your room?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He reached up and cupped the back of Danny’s neck, pulling him down to give him a swift peck before successfully breaking away when the shock of his action left Danny stunned.
Although he was in the mood to hang around and see where this took them, they really did need to get going if he wanted to get the inventory done before the restaurant started to get busy.
Danny trailed behind him, back out the kitchen and through the living room while Jake questioned if his impulsive little kiss was okay or not. Sure the teasing and flirting seemed to be coming rapid fire from both sides, but they hadn’t kissed outside of being intimate. He didn’t know what ground they stood on, what was acceptable and what was off limits.
By the time they made it out the door though he felt good about it. Not like it meant anything, but more like they were in a place to be able to platonically show affection at least while it was just the two of them.
Sam was still stone cold when he heard his door creak open. He remembered telling Savanna she could stay the night but then promptly passed out from the rounds they went.
He didn't, however, remember Danny coming home last night. Assuming it was just his best friend checking in, he didn’t move or notice the figure sneaking through his room.
“I swear if you are naked under these sheets Sammy I’m going to have to strangle you” the voice of none other than his overbearing older brother jokingly threatened him before he was attacked in his own bed.
“What the fuck Jake!” Sam yelled, opening his eyes to see the grown ass man hovering over him as Sam tried to twist onto his back underneath him so his arms could attempt to throw the shorter one off.
They fought with each other for a few minutes until Jake pulled his pillow out from under his head and used it to playfully smother him until Sam was tapping out. Sam slapped at Jake’s elbow in their agreed upon surrender after multiple childhood fights just like this had gotten too out of control and left the brothers actually fuming mad at each other.
When Jake removed the pillow he tossed his head to the side, gasping for air, a blurry image of Danny standing in the doorway with his arms crossed watching the whole thing with a stupid smile on his face.
“You just let him come in here and catch me off guard like that?!” He whined at his friend, not yet putting two and two together yet.
“Yep, I was enjoying watching you get put in your place. It was about time it happened actually” he chuckled, kicking one foot over the other casually.
“Yeah Sammy, you’ve been a little too cocky recently. So Daniel here asked me to come over and teach you a lesson” Jake joined in the conversation as he moved to stand up off the bed.
“What did I do to either of you?” Sam retrieved his blanket that Jake had ripped off his barely clothed body before jumping on him, and tossed it back over himself so he could attempt to go back to sleep.
“Alright kids, I’ve got to get going” Sam pretended to close his eyes, but cautiously peaked as Jake rounded his bed and made his way towards the door, just in case he tried anything again. Danny straightened up, removing his shoulder from the frame to let his brother pass. “See you around” Jake spoke just above a whisper, before squeezing his arm as he slipped by. The interaction wasn’t at all suspicious, but the look in Danny’s eye as he watched him leave was.
“Where were you last night?” Sam questioned before he could walk off.
“I crashed at Jake’s last night. He's teaching me a few things at the restaurant to help out Kimberly. Invited me over for a few beers, it got late and I ended up passing out on the couch”. Danny replied rather quickly, like he’d rehearsed what he’d say if asked where he was.
“Help out Kim?” Sam heard the front door open and close so he let his guard down, sitting up in the bed since he was wide awake now. “You tryin’ to impress her or something? If you like her I can just ask Savanna to put in a good word for you”. He cocked a smile. Danny was usually too bashful and modest to make his move on girls so Sam would sometimes step in and use his skills to break the ice for him. He was just a good wingman like that, always helping his friend get laid.
“Not everyone is trying to sleep with their boss, thanks though” Danny scoffed and turned to leave.
“Whatever man, Kim’s hot though I wouldn’t blame you!” Sam called after him.
Danny sighed, well at least Sam didn’t seem too concerned about the staying with Jake part, but now he would have to deal with being teased about Kim. He only hoped Sam wouldn’t try to meddle too much and just let it be.
Learning inventory was not Jake's favorite. Sure, he’d helped back at home, but the family restaurant was much smaller, with a more simple menu that hardly ever changed, so it was easier to stay on top of things. Here it was more complicated, more diverse and expensive products to account for and multiple different area managers involved in keeping everything in order and accounted for.
He hadn’t realized Savanna was going to be in early today too. She didn’t seem to be helping much though. Mostly just socializing with the other managers which was annoying to watch so Jake buried himself in the work and the long list of products to look for and count.
About two hours in and nearing the end of his list Jake noticed some discrepancies on multiple different items for the bar and dining room. Since those were not his areas of expertise he decided to check in with the respective managers, looking around for Kimberly to start with since she was much easier to deal with.
When he couldn’t find her he sighed in defeat, knowing he’d have to check in with Savanna instead. He attempted to approach her kindly at first, showing her the clipboard in his hand with the page covered in red marks noting the errors.
“Hey, can you take a look at these for me? I’ve counted what we have a few times and the physical isn’t matching what we have on record”. Jake flipped over a few pages to check and see who had closed the past few nights and saw it was Savanna. Well, at least he was trying to bring this directly to her attention now rather than turning the paperwork in and letting her get spoken to about it later. Maybe there was a reason for there to be a few things missing and they could resolve it right then and there.
“Oh, don’t worry, I'll take care of it” she barely glanced down at the papers, practically brushing him off.
Trying not to get irritated, Jake tried to bring it to her attention again, a little less subtle this time. “Is there a reason you’re not closing out the bar with the correct numbers? I didn’t see anything on the waste log for the past few nights either. Maybe Sam isn’t getting everything written down to be logged in?”
Savanna scoffed, propping her hands up on her hips as she paused the frivolous task she was doing to turn and snap at Jake. “I said I’ll take care of it. Why are you even doing the inventory? You’re not a manager”.
Jake bit the inside of his cheek. There were many things he wanted to reply to her with, most of which weren’t relevant to the current conversation, so he decided to continue to keep them to himself. Especially because he got the feeling she was lashing out at him mostly because she was a manager and he wasn’t, yet they trusted him to take care of these things.
“Also, I am Sam’s manager so I will handle him. Just because you’re his brother doesn’t mean you have any authority over him when he’s on my clock. Got it?” Jake's eyes darted around when she spoke, hoping there weren’t many others around listening in on their conversation since he tried to keep the fact that he and Sam were related under wraps.
He was fuming by this point. Feeling absolutely belittled and disrespected, but he knew starting something with her now wouldn’t be the wisest move.
“Sure, whatever you say” he seethed and left her to her own devices. If she continued making mistakes like this then it would surely catch up to her soon enough, and maybe then she would realize how she could have used his help to fix it instead of pushing him away.
Jake made his last few notes before heading into the office where he found the kitchen manager and the hospitality director discussing next week's specials.
“Speaking of, here’s your little protégé you have doing all your work for you”. Joe, the director, chortled trying to make it seem like they’d been talking about Jake. It was no secret that after working nearly two decades together the director and the kitchen manager were close friends.
Shortly after Jake started at the restaurant the kitchen manager had suddenly announced he planned on retiring which sent everyone into a bit of a tizzy speculating if the director would retire soon too, and who would take over.
Since then, neither had set a date, only now they tended to take the mentoring approach versus doing most of the work themselves, and Jake had been one of the few that the kitchen manager had somehow decided to take under his wing.
“Here’s the inventory spreadsheet” Jake handed the clipboard to his boss then started to back away towards the door hoping they wouldn’t decide to bring him into a long winded conversation.
“Excellent work as always Mr. Kiszka!” The director praised him as the kitchen manager glanced over the lists. Jake noticed his scanning eyes seemed to stop over the third page, the one he’d tried to discuss with Savanna. He must have noticed the variance documented, but he didn’t say anything in the moment.
“How is it you got such a good young man? It takes most of those blockheads in the kitchen years to start showing the level of discipline he does”.
Jake's manager shrugged his shoulders, setting the clipboard down on the corner of the directors desk and sat back in his chair again. He was always his friend's quiet counterpart, and Jake liked that about him.
“My family runs a small restaurant back at home. I’ve just been in the business for a long time” Jake chose to speak up.
He took a moment to look Jake over, his hair was down since he wasn’t in the kitchen today, in his pair of old torn up blue jeans with the patches over the knees and the t-shirt he’d thrown on. “Ah I see! That reminds me” he turned back to his friend, “he’s got too many hours of PTO left for it nearing the end of the year soon”.
The kitchen manager nodded in agreement and glanced in Jake's direction. He didn’t even have to say anything, Jake already got the message.
“Heard, I’ll let you know by the end of the week”.
His boss nodded and went back to discussing a menu change. Jake took that as his queue to back out the door and take his leave. On his way out he noticed Savanna had been watching the door to the office for him to appear. Her eyes locked with his for a moment while she tried to read off of him if he’d said anything to the director. He let her worry, sending her a smirk that made her face burn red. He’d probably hear it from Sam later about treating Savanna nicely, but right now he didn’t care.
Once Jake made it back home he looked over his calendar in his phone, weighing which week he should take off. He already had one week scheduled for their yearly family trip back home to Michigan, but even with that he still had enough time for a second.
He thought about what he might want to do with this time, thinking a week at home alone sounded heavenly and like hell all in one. Then an idea struck him. He swiped out of the calendar and pulled up a browser to search for flights to New York. There was a week coming up that was cheaper than all the others so he went ahead and bought some plane tickets then messaged his boss the dates.
The next day Jake tried to settle into his couch in the early evening after completing his todo list of day off chores. The kitchen was cleaner than the day he’d moved in, all his laundry was washed and put away. He even pulled the vacuum out, that having always been Josh’s job since Jake hated vacuuming, but now he had no choice but to do it himself.
He had kept himself busy for the majority of the day, enjoying the quiet paired with his selection of music, while also hating it at the same time.
You couldn’t be over-stimulated easily working in kitchens. It was close working quarters, constantly bumping into people, squeezing through bodies, talking over others, all while sweating from the heat radiating off the ovens, stoves, and heat lamps. That being said, Jake treasured his time off.
He lived in a quiet neighborhood, in a nice apartment complex where he got along with all his neighbors. It was the closest place to feeling like he was still back at home, living in the country instead of the big city, and there was always Josh, his family, his own twin there to comfort him.
Now he was alone in his apartment, and it felt like anything but home.
The apartment still looked the same. Same furniture, same smells, same quiet. Only it was half empty. No yoga mat rolled up at the door ready to be carried out early in the morning. No frazadas tossed over the back of the couch, their colorful patterns brightening up the space. No assortment of teas displayed in a rotating wire rack on the kitchen counter.
Josh’s door, which was usually always open and inviting, was now shut and hiding its emptiness within. Jake still imagined instead that it was filled with tapestries and mountains of clothes.
Josh called earlier on in the morning, right in the middle of Jake clearing out the fridge, but he paused to talk with him. He enjoyed hearing the excitement in his brother's voice when he recounted all he’d been able to work on.
“You’ve got to come to New York brother! You’ll hate Times Square, it’s full of tourists and pushy street performers, but West Village. Jake, the food scene in Manhattan is unparalleled”.
“You know just how to speak my language”. Jake chuckled.
He hadn’t told him yet that he’d already booked plane tickets, hoping to surprise him closer to the date.
Although Jake wanted to talk to his brother again, he knew from their conversation earlier that he would be busy. Still, he pulled out his phone and selected another contact. The phone rang a few times before going to voicemail.
Jake sighed, he didn’t usually randomly call people, but he was feeling lonely and needy. Scrolling up through his contact list that consisted mostly of coworkers and the occasional friend from school, he selected another name from the list and hit call.
This time it rang twice before the other end picked up with a surprised “Hello?”
“Hey, I tried calling Sam, he didn’t answer” Jake started, trying to make it sound like he’d only called to check on his younger brother.
“He’s at work” Danny replied softly, his voice filling Jake’s ear with a familiar easing warmth. “Did you need something? I can try to get a hold of him for you”.
“Oh, no, it’s nothing. I just talked to Josh this morning. I thought he’d like to hear he’s doing well”.
“That is good to hear” Danny replied. Of course, Jake didn’t stop to think that maybe Danny would enjoy an update on Josh just as much as Sam would have. Although Sam surely clued Danny in on everything without Jake having to speak to him, it was still nice to hear the enthusiasm from him directly.
“Sorry, did I bother you?”
“No, of course not. I was just finishing up some homework, about to figure out something for dinner”.
Having stayed so busy throughout the better half of the day, Jake hadn’t even realized until now that he hadn’t stopped to eat anything and that he was actually starving. “Now that you mention it, I’ve got a lot of veggies I need to use before they start going bad. I was thinking about making a pasta primavera”.
“Cooking on your day off? I was just going to grab some takeaway from around the block but that honestly sounds a lot better”. Danny let out a breathy laugh then fell silent.
Jake thought maybe Danny was waiting for an invitation. He certainly wasn’t going to invite himself again so soon. “Well, why don’t you just come over instead? The recipe will make more than I can eat myself anyways, and I’ll give you some to take back to Sam for when he gets off. I know he’s usually a ravenous dog looking for a meal after his shift”.
Danny waited a moment to respond, trying to not sound too eager about accepting. “Let me finish this up real quick and I’ll be there in about 30?”
“Yeah, sounds good, I’ll see you then”. He hung up the phone, a pleased smile spreading across his face at the idea of some company. Finding his energy regained, he hopped off the couch and headed into the kitchen to start prepping the arrangement of random vegetables he had leftover from other dishes.
He synced his phone back up to the speaker in the living room and turned it up loud enough to hear it in the kitchen, but not too loud that it would disturb any of his neighbors and got to work.
Thirty minutes went by quickly and a notification pinged through the music, Danny was on his way.
The sauce was simmering on the stove, just waiting to be married with the pasta he had picked up at his favorite market in town last week. As he waited for Danny’s arrival, he stood on his tippy toes looking into the cupboard full of glasses to try and figure out what drinks to prepare for dinner.
Wine would go well with the dish, but Jake thought that felt a little too date-y. Next to the wine glasses were a few tumblrs which reminded him of a nice bottle of whiskey he’d found at Josh’s party and hidden away in his room.
Bringing the glasses out, he set them on the counter and left the kitchen to retrieve the stolen bottle. As soon as he found it and started back down the stairs, a subtle knock sounded from the front door.
“Hey, come on in, I was just about to finish the pasta. Stopped to get this first” Jake flashed Danny the bottle of whisky as he stepped to the side and let him enter his apartment.
“It smells really good in here” Danny smiled but waited for Jake to lead the way.
Jake smiled back at the compliment and found that his heart was thumping in his chest for no apparent reason. Maybe he’d make his drink a double to curb that unnecessary effect.
They ate dinner in the dining room just like they had breakfast the morning before. Danny talked for a little while about the class he had earlier in the day until he stopped to ask Jake how his day had gone.
“Pretty uneventful, just cleaned up a bit. Not going to lie, I didn’t realize how empty the apartment would feel without all of Josh’s stuff crowding up the place” Jake replied with a sigh concealed by a chuckle.
Danny looked around, not having noticed a real difference until Jake mentioned it. “Well, I guess that just means you need to add some more of your own decorative touches”.
Jake thought about it for a moment, he definitely had his own style and interests, but he’d never felt the need to extend his personal touch past the confines of his bedroom. “I don’t know. I don’t plan on staying here much longer, so getting more stuff would only make moving down the line more of a hassle”.
Danny seemed surprised by the response, setting his fork down and sitting up in the chair. “Moving? You plan on moving?” Of course this was news to him. It wasn’t like he and Jake had often talked about life goals together, but Jake didn’t expect him to seem so invested in the question.
“I mean I’m not staying at the restaurant forever. When I talked to Josh this morning he made it sound like he was having a really good time in New York. I'm planning on going to visit him soon and the idea of traveling sort of got stuck in my head. I think when Sam finally graduates I’m going to try and get a job cooking for a cruise line or something. Sure, cooking the same old meals over and over again will get monotonous, but getting to see all the ports and the open sea, that sounds like it would be pretty cool to do for a while”.
“I see…” Danny was quiet, unsure about how to respond to Jake's unexpected revelation. He knew how he should react, happy and excited for his friend, but some other opposite feeling was preventing him from that and he didn’t know why. Instead he just picked his fork back up and finished the last few bites of his pasta.
When Jake saw he was finished, he stood to collect the dishes and rinsed them off in the sink before turning his attention to the glasses he’d set out.
“Do you want some ice?” He looked over his shoulder to see Danny still sitting at the table, lost in thought.
Danny snapped out of his head, standing to meet Jake at the counter. “I’ll have it however you’re taking yours”.
“Room temp it is then” Jake replied, over pouring the glasses with a smirk. It wasn’t very gentleman-like or the way a good host served drinks, but he needed to feel a little tipsy and didn’t want to be drinking a huge glass alone. This could be payback for the shitty mixed drink Danny tried to give him that night in his room.
There it was, Jake was thinking about Danny in a way he shouldn’t again. He had done so well staying focused throughout dinner. Calmly listening to Danny talk and keeping his mind from wandering as he watched his dusty pink lips move and the way his fingers clasped together in front of his face while he momentarily stopped eating to tell a funny story. Jake couldn’t even remember what the story was about, but he’d laughed along with Danny anyways.
Jake's eyes darted around, the thumping feeling in his chest returning as he scrambled to figure out what to do now that they were done eating. They found the small LED clock above the stove, it was still an hour to closing and even longer until Sam would be off. “I was actually starting a movie when I called earlier. Would you want to stay and watch it with me?”
“Is it a scary movie?” Danny responded with his brows furrowed, taking a sip from the glass which caused his brows to raise instead. He took a look at the bottle, reading the label with a pleased nod.
Jake tried the whiskey too, and it was a really good bottle. He hoped it wasn’t one Sam had gotten from the restaurant, but nonetheless he was glad he was the one enjoying it, and with Danny. “No, it’s not, although I can find a scary movie to watch if that’s what you want”.
He turned around and left for the living room, Danny following behind him with a quick “no, no thank you”.
The TV had stayed on this whole time, Jake having forgotten to turn it off since he was excited to start dinner, so all he had to do was pick up the remote and press play. He’d only made it about fifteen minutes into the movie, but he still explained all that had happened to Danny as they settled next to each other on the couch, glasses in hand and enough space between the two of them for a whole other person.
They made it another good twenty or so minutes into the movie when Jake realized he’d already finished his glass. “Need a top off?” He asked, pointing towards Danny’s barely touched drink.
“No, I’m alright, still need to drive”.
Jake left to refill his, feeling a bit dejected by the reminder that Danny was probably leaving after the movie ended. He wondered how long the movie was, he couldn’t remember noticing when he selected it. Honestly, he couldn’t really focus on the movie at all. From what he did catch, it seemed like something he’d be really interested in, but he was a bit too distracted by his companion sitting just out of reach.
He returned before too long, but chose to take a seat just a little bit closer this time.
He couldn’t tell if Danny noticed the slight change in proximity, so he continued to stare at the screen, trying to take in the flashing images without much success.
“I’m sorry, I should have been more excited for you” Danny spoke, startling Jake who had no idea what he was talking about. “When you said you wanted to move and travel, I didn’t sound very excited, and I’m sorry. I’m happy for you Jake, really” Danny turned ever so slightly to face him, their knees barely brushing against each other.
“I guess hearing about your plans just made me realize I have no idea what I’m going to do after I graduate. Travel? That sounds perfect, but first Josh leaves, now you’re going to leave, what about Sam?” He trailed off, trying to find his train of thought and organize everything he had going on. He’d been thinking about this since they sat back down, so there was so much he was still trying to sort out.
“So, this is about Sam?” Jake was trying to follow Danny’s rambling, but he couldn’t help but be reminded that Sam was Danny’s love, not him.
“No, well a little in a way. It’s just we all stuck together when we moved to Nashville, I can’t imagine drifting apart in just a year from now. You guys have all meant so much to me, each in your own ways. You’re all brothers, so you will always stick together, but what about me? What am I supposed to do alone?”
That heartfelt admission struck a nerve with Jake. He’d spent all day feeling nothing but alone, so he sympathized with the fear laced in Danny’s voice.
He reached over and took Danny’s drink from his hand, setting both of their glasses down on the table in front of them before sitting back and letting his hand rest on Danny’s knee. “You’re family Danny and we love you. Just because you don’t know what you’re going to do after graduation doesn’t mean you have anything to be afraid of”. He gave his knee a squeeze and offered a gentle smile, “the possibilities are endless really. You can take some time off and travel, work odd jobs until you find out what calls to you. Stay with Sam, keep him out of trouble for me”.
“I don’t know how much longer I can stay with him like that, Jake”. The conversation took a turn and the inner struggles Danny was dealing with came to light in what he felt was an intimately safe space. “Recently I’ve just felt so frustrated at him. At first I tried to figure out what had changed, if he’d said something or done something to piss me off, but then I realized he hadn’t done anything. Sam hasn’t changed at all, I have. I’m changing and I don’t know what to do about it”.
“What’s changing Danny?” He could tell that he was stressed about this, but he couldn’t help but press him further. Jake needed to know what was affecting him, and if he had anything to do with it.
Danny took a deep breath, gathering the courage to say what was really on his mind. “I- I think I like guys. Not all guys, just a few, but I mean, in the same way I like some girls… if that makes sense?” he ran his palm down his face, sighing in frustration.
Jake stared him down, Danny’s eyes were as wide as saucers, horrified that he’d admitted that and Jake was speechless. Finally Jake erupted in laughter, he couldn’t help it, but Danny’s being so innocent and confused after all they had already done together left Jake hysterical.
“Whatever made you think that? Having sex with me or being in love with my brother?”
Danny rolled his eyes and pushed his shoulder. Yes he realized that he’d already had sex with another guy, but one experience didn’t make you a full fledged gay did it? If so, how many times would?
“Sam and I have been really close for a very long time, you know that, and for the longest time it felt like enough. Just being there for him, being his best friend”.
“You’re right I do love him, I think I always will no matter what, but now I want more. I want to go on dates, cuddle without feeling like I’m hiding something, be all lovey-dovey”. He sighed again, already feeling defeated . “Do you think he will ever love me back?”
Jake was speechless once more. Looking at him he couldn’t see how anyone female or male could resist his god-like appeal. Danny was a catch, and he thought Sam sometimes took him for granted. He tried to choose his next words carefully, but before he could give him any sort of insight he needed to know something else.
He pulled his hand back and created some space between them again, sitting back into the armrest of the couch while still remaining turned towards him. “Danny, you don’t regret anything we’ve done do you?” He wouldn’t blame him if he did, Jake knew how messy this could get before his drunk self decided to say fuck it and literally fucked him anyways.
Danny’s expression changed from that of uncertainty to something more tender. “Regret? No, not at all. Do I feel guilty? Maybe a little”. Danny made a move this time, pulling one of his legs onto the couch until he was leaning on his knee and reaching over to brush his fingertips against Jake's cheekbone.
“Only because you’re just so tempting all the time. I can’t be around you anymore without thinking about touching you,” his hand sprawled out as it smoothed down Jake's jaw and neck, slipping underneath the stretched out collar of his cut up tshirt, “and kissing you”. He creeped further forward, until the tip of his nose was bumping against Jake’s and he let his voice fall into a soft volume just above a whisper.
Jake inhaled shakily, because he’d felt the same since the moment Danny walked through his front door. “I think Sam would be the biggest dumbass ever if he didn’t realize just how beautiful you are” he let his hand find purchase on Danny’s side, slipping it underneath the hem of his muscle shirt and dragging it along the burning skin, “and sexy”.
Danny shook his head, from side to side, some of his curly raven locks falling forward. Jake scooted his hips further down onto the couch until his groin came into contact with Danny’s knee between his legs. Letting Danny tower over him, he took his free hand and tucked the fallen strands behind his ear before pulling him down into a kiss.
“In the meantime, I’ll be here for you. I don’t want you to feel guilty about it though. I just want you to feel good”. Jake let his hand under Danny’s shirt circle around to his stomach, then grazed downwards until he was cupping him over his pants.
“Can I make you feel good Danny?”
He hummed, the touch not enough to elicit a moan from him, but the intention of it enough to grow the beginnings of an erection. The hand he had on Jake’s collar found its way back to his neck, applying just the slightest bit of pressure as he leaned forward again. “Only if I can make you feel good too”.
“That sounds like a deal” Jake replied quickly, not wasting a breath as he started to unbuckle Danny’s belt already while Danny connected their lips again.
The sun had gone down causing a darkness to set in the living room. The movie they’d given up on watching tonight was nearing its end in the background, casting a glow over their bodies as they hastily stripped down to just their underwear.
“Jake?” Danny called out to him after he somehow found their positions reversed and Jake sprawled out on top of him trailing kisses all over his now exposed torso, his smaller stature fitting perfectly against Danny’s longer frame. “Will you fuck me this time? I want to know how it feels”.
Jake pulled back with a wild look in his eyes, like the invitation was almost too good to pass up on, but he reeled himself back in knowing Danny wasn’t quite ready for that just yet.
“Do you want me to show you?”
Danny bit his bottom lip, a slight hesitation but ultimately nodding his head yes.
“I’ll be right back. Take these off while I’m gone” Jake grabbed the elastic of his boxers and pulled them until they came snapping back against Danny’s golden hip then darted upstairs.
Danny’s pulse was racing as he followed Jake's instruction and discarded his last bit of clothing into the pile on the floor. Only now he was feeling a bit embarrassed, lying completely in the nude waiting for him to return .
Jake was back quickly with his little bottle of lube in hand. He had to briefly stop though, to admire the man that was spread out for him like thanksgiving dinner finally set on the table after having starved all day while cooking.
“Fuck, why are you so sexy?” He commented aloud while his eyes focused on every square inch of smooth tanned skin from his chest down to the tip of his toes and to the also dusty pink tip of his dick.
Danny blushed, sitting up so he could wrap his arms around Jake's waist and pull him back down onto him.
Jake cupped Danny’s face in his hands, feeling the way his jaw went slack when his tongue came out to glide across Danny’s bottom lip, coaxing his mouth to let him in. He took his time kissing Danny, letting their tongues dance over each other trying to get him completely relaxed and sure before he started anything else.
Finally, when he felt like Danny had been reduced to a breathless puddle underneath him, he pulled back perching onto his knees. “I’m not going to hurt you, but I need you to say you will tell me to stop if it gets to be too much for you”.
A hint of fear flashed across Danny’s face, but when he looked into Jake’s tender eyes he knew there was nothing to be worried about. Jake would take care of him, always.
“I will” he agreed, watching in anticipation as Jake retrieved the lube and squeezed a small amount to begin with onto his palm. It was a slight surprise though when instead of heading right for his backside, Jake gently picked up Danny’s erection and began spreading the lube in his hand up and down the entirety of his shaft.
“Focus on what this hand is doing unless I tell you otherwise” Jake instructed him in a soft yet firm tone. Danny was holding back a tiny moan, but answered him with another nod of his head as he watched Jake work him over.
As soon as Danny rest his head back and let himself start to feel the pleasure from the handjob, Jake paused to squeeze another bit of lube onto his fingers, only this time the opposite hand.
“You have to relax, remember?” Jake spoke through a half smile, making Danny remember their first time together when their positions were reversed. A warm slightly wet pad of a finger pressed against Danny’s entrance.
Danny had to focus on mentally preparing himself for the touch to keep himself from flinching. Although Jake applied some pressure, he didn’t enter him just yet, quickening the motion in the hand wrapped around the front.
“Do as I said, focus on this hand not the other” he reminded Danny, a little more sternly this time with a tightening of his grip and adding a twisting motion as his fist came down against the base.
Danny choked back a moan, wiggling his hips in the slightest to ask for more of whatever Jake was doing with that hand before realizing he probably shouldn’t be moving around too much.
Then Jake started to add the first finger, little by little until he was just about all the way inside. Holding it there, he waited for Danny’s body to get used to the feeling, all the while continuing to pump his hand up and down. Fast and hard, followed by a few loose and slow where he drug his thumb over the tip causing Danny to sigh and groan.
“Jaaake” Danny breathed out in a lower register than his usual speaking voice. He knew what that meant, Danny was feeling good, and it wouldn’t be long until that coil in his stomach would be tightening.
He positioned another finger, just getting it ready for when Danny was nearing the edge.
“Are you close already?” His tone wasn’t teasing, or cocky, only needing to know so he could control Danny’s high. “Tell me if you’re close”.
“I am-” Danny groaned, his back picking up off the cushions so he could try and rock his hips into the tight fist “I’m close-”.
Jake stopped his stroking, but Danny's hand mindlessly flew down in an attempt to replace it and continue getting himself off. Jake slapped it away, “No, not yet. You still have another finger to take”.
A whimper escaped Danny’s parted lips as his body shivered from the lack of release. He felt Danny’s entrance fluttering against his second finger, and took that as his queue to start easing it in along with the first.
Danny did flinch this time, but didn’t cry out in pain, so Jake just dialed it back a bit and went even slower. “How are you feeling?” He checked in once he had the second all the way in.
“Like you just denied me an orgasm” Danny laughed nearly hysterically, his hand Jake had slapped away reaching up and running through his tangling hair as he blinked up at the ceiling. Well he was laughing, could be a lot worse, so Jake took that as a win.
“Yeah, and I’m going to do it again” he resumed the hand job, the mixture of residual lube and precum keeping Danny well coated and his hand gliding.
Then together he worked his fingers inside of him, pulling them out only halfway and working them back in, trying to press them even deeper. He repeated that motion a couple of times, letting his hands work in a patterned motion coming down on him every time he pressed inside, until Danny was close again.
When he pulled away a second time, Danny’s lungs emptied in one breath with a slur of curses like he’d just been submerged in ice cold water. He’d been expecting the denial that time, but that didn’t help him endure it one bit.
As soon as his body calmed down again, it was back to stroking and fingering. A deadly combo that Jake was thoroughly enjoying edging Danny with.
“Jake, what about you?” Danny managed to choke out through moans. “The deal was I could make you feel good too”.
Jake let a chuckle slip, because even though Danny was still coherent enough to form sentences, he wasn’t fully comprehending everything that was happening all at once and how Danny squirming and whimpering and shivering underneath him had Jake absolutely reeling towards his own release.
“Look” he instructed, removing his hand on Danny’s swollen cock to give him a peak between their bodies. There was a dark wet spot on Jake’s boxers where his own weeping cock stayed hidden. If he gave himself even the slightest bit of attention right now he knew he’d be busting quickly right there all over his couch.
Instead, he focused on Danny and learning his body’s indicators, storing them away in his head for future use. Like the way his knees fell further apart when he wanted more pressure, and tried to squeeze together when he was near the breaking point.
Danny’s eyes practically rolled back into his head as he realized Jake was getting off by pleasuring him. His body went stiff again, knees shaking, but he held himself back on his own, starting to rather enjoy the feeling from the little game Jake was playing.
To reward him, Jake returned his hand almost too soon, giving him just a couple of loose strokes. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about anything other than not cumming until I say so, okay?” Danny was being so obedient for him he wondered if he was getting more turned on by it. Jake certainly was.
The time between stroking and pulling away was getting shorter, and Jake knew Danny would be nearing his limit soon. He decided this would be the last time, giving his all into his aching hands.
Tears were starting to form in the corner of Danny’s eyes and his body glistened with a sheen of sweat as it writhed in pleasure turned pain, but the pain only adding to the pleasure.
“You’ve been so good, cum for me now Danny”.
Danny’s eyes peaked open, having squeezed shut in concentration. Slightly dazed and confused, not trusting himself that he’d heard Jake right.
“Do you not want to?” Jake questioned, barely slowing down again in case Danny actually wanted him to stop and edge him once more.
“No! I want to! I wanna cum!” the words burst out of Danny just before his load did. He spilled out onto Jake's hand, some splattering across his stomach and chest.
Jake waited for it to stop and his breath to return before carefully sliding his fingers out. Danny groaned at the loss, having actually gotten fully used to them by that point.
Their eyes were locked on each other, Danny still in shock from the power of the orgasm he’d just had and so incredibly thankful to the man above him who gave it to him.
Lifting his hand, Jake inspected the mess that had been made, and before anything could be said to stop him, he licked it clean.
“That is not what I had in mind when you said you'd show me” Danny stared up at Jake with starry eyes and a blissed out expression.
“You liked it though” Jake hovered over his messy body and planted a firm kiss right on his lips.
“Now,” he leaned back again and grabbed the aching bulge in his boxers, “are you going to change your mind and stay? Or do I need to take care of this on my own?”
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#greta van fic#greta van angst#greta van smut#greta van fleet#danny wagner#Jake kiszka#Sam kiszka#sanny gvf#janny gvf#gvf
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boom babies, josh
fluffy josh fic ahead loves! i loved writing this one ngl!
word count : 1.4k+
warnings : not any i can think of except pregnancy and childbirth
reblogs are appreciated! constructive criticism is appreciated!
Before Josh went to the studio this morning, you had been complaining about back pain. Josh had told you this morning that he would have stayed home to make sure you were okay. You shoved him off to the studio and called Jita to come over to hang out with you all day.
Josh always says, “my baby making queen should not be doing housework”, but what he did not know wouldn't hurt him. You washed the dishes, cleaned the counters, mopped the floor, and vacuumed. Jita was telling you to stop, that it was too strenuous on the babies.
You were doing laundry when you started getting more back pain. When you put Josh's socks into the washer, you felt an extremely sharp pain in your abdomen. Jita had come to you and asked, “Y/N. What's wrong?” You felt something trickle down your legs. No, it's not supposed to happen yet. “Jita. My water just broke. It's not supposed to happen now.” You started to cry out, it's not supposed to happen now.
Jita loaded everything in the car and came back into the house and walked you out to the car. You looked at her and told her, “call Josh and tell him. Please call him.” She looked at you and said, “I called him three times already. Him and Jake wont answer. We have to get you to the hospital.”
When you got to the hospital, you were checked in and put on the labor and delivery floor. They checked for dilation and you were 3 centimeters. The obstetrician asked you when your water broke. You told her, around an hour ago, she looked at you and said, “Your water broke an hour ago, and you're already 3 centimeters dilated? Girl, what were you doing?” she laughed and told you everything would be alright.
You started to call Josh, telling him on a voicemail to pick up the damn phone, that his bundles of joy were coming. Your mom and sister showed up in your room. Jita drove to the studio to go tell Josh what was happening.
Josh's POV:
The boys and I were recording a new song. We took a break and I went to get some tea for my throat. I saw Y/N’s car show up in the parking lot. I saw Jita running out of the car. She ran up to me and told me, “Y/N’s in labor! You need to go now!” I looked at her and said, “But she's only 37 weeks? She can't go into labor this early.” Jita looked at me and said, “if you don't hurry, she is going to deliver your children without you. GO!” I ran out to the studio parking lot.
Y/N’s POV:
You had your sister's hand as the Obstetrician walked in and told you someone was here to see you. Josh had walked in, out of breath and red. He looked at you and said, “What the hell were you doing that caused your water to break?” You looked at him and said, “housework.” He looked at you with a stern look on his face. “Ladybug, you know you can't do that.”
You had been tired of the peanut shaped yoga ball in between your legs. Josh convinced you it would “dilate you further.” The doctor came in to check dilation. You were 10 centimeters dilated. It was baby time.
Josh had gotten behind you in the bed to hold your legs while you pushed. “Alright Y/N. Are you ready to be a mommy?” ,the doctor asked you. You nodded your head and Josh kissed your head, “You can do this mama.”
You were pushing for two hours. First was your son, Sage Kelly Kiszka. Then, your daughter, Gardenia James Kiszka. You looked at your babies and smiled. Sage had fallen asleep on Josh's chest. “Look at him, he sleeps like you.” you told Josh. He looked over at Gardenia, who was asleep on your chest, he said, “Look at my little girl. She opened her eyes when I held her, she's already a daddy's girl. When can we bring them home?” You looked at him and told him, “I don't know if we are going to be bringing them home today. They have to do tests.” He frowned and held Sage closer to him. One of your amazing nurses came in and said, “Dad, it's time for skin to skin with the babies.” He looked so excited to hold his children so close to him. He took off his shirt and the nurse told him how to position his arms. She put Gardenia in his arms first and she opened her eyes and looked at him. He looked at his daughter and said, “You have your mama's eyes.” She then handed over Sage and he curled up closer to Josh. He looked at you and said, “We made babies.” and smiled
It had been two weeks since you had given birth. You still weren't completely healed, but you were getting there. It was time for the Kiszka-Wagner family to meet your babies. Jake and Jita had already seen them, considering Jake was his twin brother and Jita was your best friend. Sam was a little butthurt that his older brother got to meet his niece and nephew first, but he eventually got over it.
Sam, Danny, and Ronnie had arrived at you and Josh's home, carrying a huge bag of stuff. You opened the door and Ronnie looked at you and said, “You do not look like you had two babies.” You laughed and welcomed them in with open arms. You looked at the bag in Sam's hand and asked, “What's that for?” He looked at you and said, “Two words Y/N. Sage and Gardenia.” You looked at him and smiled. Danny walked in last and gave you the biggest hug. “Looking good Mama.” and winked. Josh came up to you two and said, “Trying to steal my girl, Wagner?” and laughed, giving Danny a hug.
Next to arrive was Karen, Kelly, Lori, Dan, and Josie. The whole family was there. Your family had already met them. Kelly was unaware of what Sage’s middle name was and Josh was going to tell him today. Jake had Sage in his arms as he was sleeping and Karen had Gardenia. Lori, Dan, andJosie walked over to you and Josh and gave you both big hugs. You were so grateful for your second family, you loved them and they loved you.
Karen came over and said, “They both look so much like how Josh looked when he was born. All that hair and the eyes.” Karen had always asked you and Josh when you were having kids. You told her you were pregnant on her birthday, over lunch. She found out you were having twins on her own.
Everyone had brought gifts for them, you were so overwhelmed with joy. Josh had whispered to you that he was ready to tell his dad the news. Josh had stood up and told everyone that he had something to announce. He grabbed them and said, “This is Gardenia James Kiszka.” He handed Gardenia to you and then brought Sage over to his father. “And this is Sage Kelly Kiskza.” His father looked up at him with delight. Karen started to get teary eyed. She got up and hugged Josh and came over to you and said, “Thank you. This could never top anything. He will cherish this moment, this is his greatest gift.” You looked at her and smiled. Gardenia had started to move around in your arms and you knew it was time for her lunch. You told Josh you would be in the nursery, giving him time with him and his family. You walked up to Kelly and frowned, “Sadly, it's lunch time for these two. I'll bring him back after they're done.” He smiled at you and said, “Can I burp him after? It's been so long since I've done this, it would be nice to do it again.” You smiled and said, “Of course you can.”
You were in the neutrally decorated nursery with the curtains closed, it was so nice and cozy for you and your babies. You looked down at your beautiful baby girl and thought, just like her dad, always on the tit. You laughed as Josh walked in and said, “Jake wants to know if he can hold Gardenia, he's the last one. He wanted everyone to be able to hold them before he could.” You told him, “Of course he can.” Josh came over to you and looked down at his babies. He said, “You know, Sage is going to hold it over her head that he's older. I did that with Jake.” You responded with, “I expected nothing less.” and kissed him.
You were truly exhilarated to have a growing family.
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