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autumntouched · 1 year

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omg i am a firm believer that 1.) jake was born to be a girl dad and 2.) nat notices her tiny bump one day before showering and she calls him into the bathroom and she’s standing there all giddy and is like “do you notice something different about me” and he immediately starts crying when he notices the little bump 🥹🥹

Day 20 of Ode to Phoenix

Did I want to write the Hannix Football Rivalry AU requests in order? Yes. Did that happen? Apparently not. This one just jumped out of me, and I was in too deep to write anything else for today

Jake as a girl dad has me 😍🥰🥹 He definitely was

Omg, I am giggling kicking my feet at this thought about her baby bump discovery 💗

Summary: Hannix Football Rivalry AU. Natasha has a Baby on Board, and it's not Bob

Pairing: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: Pregnancy symptoms, early pregnancy partner struggles, mention of oral sex but nothing explicit

A/N: To whoever requested, I hope you enjoy my love xx

Do You Notice Something Different?

Natasha stumbles into the bathroom and pushes her hair out of her face, grateful it’s finally Saturday. Despite listening to her family and friends talk about their pregnancies for several years, nothing prepared her for the level of exhaustion she’s felt these last few weeks. Jake has pretty much taken over everything in their life that isn’t her job. Including making an early morning run to the grocery store because she’s craving lemon, blueberry ricotta pancakes she once had at a restaurant in New York City.

She strips off her pajamas before emptying her bladder for the third time already this morning. While she pees, Natasha closes her eyes and drops her head into her hands. Outside of deployments, the last few weeks are the longest she and Jake have gone without having sex since they started hooking up. Whether she’s been too tired, too sick, or too sore, usually some combo thereof, he's taken it all in stride. He's even been understanding about her not wanting him to touch her, although she can tell that part has been the hardest on him. Until recently, she hadn't realized how important their physical connection is to him.

But it finally seems like she’s coming out the other side of the miserable first weeks with her appetite, for food and sex, starting to return. At least this morning she'd been able to think about giving Jake a blow job without triggering her gag reflex.

She flushes the toilet and leans forward over the sink to wash her hands. Tentatively, she ventures a look in the mirror. Her face is getting its color back, although the faint lines around her eyes and mouth have deepened. Her breasts, well, those are definitely different. They're fuller and heavier, stretching her bras to the brink of their adjustments. She'll have to buy new ones soon.

Her hands freeze as her gaze drifts down further. Is that a trick of the reflection? Hurriedly, Natasha straightens and looks down at her stomach. It's slight, but it's there. A little bump in her abdomen. She sucks in her stomach, but it keeps its shape.

She turns off the water and dries her hands, accidentally pulling the towel off the rack in her rush. She tosses it onto the counter and places her hands flat on her sides then slides them to meet in the middle of her stomach. They rise slightly before they stop over her belly button. Definitely a bump.

Hand over her mouth, Natasha looks in the mirror and turns to check her profile, to be sure. There it is. A small, round protrusion. The first sign of Jake's birthday baby.

"Jake!" she shouts. "Jake, come here!"

In her excitement, she doesn't realize that screaming for her husband while pregnant might send the wrong signal. "What is it!" There's a commotion in the kitchen and then the sound of Jake's footsteps pounding through the house. "Nat! Sweetheart, are you okay?" he yells. Oh shit, he's going to break his neck thinking she's hurt.

"Wait, I'm fine, but come here!" she calls back. It doesn't sound like he's slowed down. "I'm fine!"

He bursts into the bathroom with a look of panic on his face, hands still covered in flour from making her pancakes. But she's too excited to wait for him to calm down.

"Do you notice something different about me?" she asks giddily, holding her arms out at her sides.

For a long moment, Jake looks like he's still trying to process that he didn't find her in a heap on the floor. Then his eyes drift down her body, and she can't really blame him when they get stuck on her breasts. His face goes bright red, although there's an aroused gleam in his eye. He swallows but doesn't say anything.

She knows why he's silent and finds yet another reason to fall in love with him. Not that she'd dwelled on having a smaller chest much, because it's generally convenient as an aviator, but it was always something that made her self-conscious in bed. Since the night early in their relationship when she'd drunkenly apologized to him for it, Jake has always made sure she knows how much he adores her perfect little chest. Which isn't quite as little anymore.

She giggles and reassures him that he won't hurt her feelings for appreciating the change. "Okay, yes. You can enjoy those later." His face gets even redder. "Besides that, notice anything different?" She turns to the side as a hint.

He drags his gaze lower and the arousal blasts right out of his face. His jaw slackens, and his eyes are bright and already glistening when he looks back up at her. "Is that?" he checks but chokes up.

Natasha bites her lip, feeling tears prick at her own eyes in response to his. She cries at the sight of a dryer sheet on the floor these days so she's not going to be able to withstand him crying. She nods. He takes a step toward her then hesitates, and her heart clenches with guilt. The last time he'd touched her, trying to help while she threw up in a bag in their car, she'd pushed him away and yelled at him to leave her alone. After apologizing for lashing out, she'd miserably told him she needed space and watched as he hid his hurt while promising her he would do whatever she needed.

She reaches out and takes his hand to bring it to her stomach. His touch remains light and uncertain so she steps into it until his large palm lies flat across the bump of their baby. She closes her eyes, feeling the protective warmth and curve of his fingers, dry and slightly rough from the flour still on them. Relief washes over her when she realizes that she's missed his caresses, the tender way his thumb strokes across her skin, the firm pressure of his love expressed in a touch.

A warm drop hits her bare shoulder, and Natasha looks up to see Jake standing over her, tears running freely down the handsome planes of his face. A few get caught in the corners of his trembling smile. "Is that our baby, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," she says softly, her own vision blurry as she thumbs away the tears from his lips before standing on tiptoe to kiss him. "That's our baby, sweetheart."

As hungry as she is, Natasha doesn't want him to leave her yet. She leads him into the shower and settles her back into the curve of his solid chest. They stand under the water, his temple pressed to hers, arms circled around her and hands splayed over the little bulge of their baby.

"Jake?"

He squeezes her then starts to drop his hold, but she catches his arms. "No. I don't want you to let us go."

Jake kisses the curve of her ear. "I won't," he promises.

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autumntouched · 1 year

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ode to phoenix/football rivalry: nat finds out she can 💦 only after she starts dating jake and he prides himself in fact that he can make it happen multiple times a round/night (he’s 100% the kind of guy who can have multiple orgasms and uses it to their advantage)

I'm back and refreshed for Day 17 of Ode to Phoenix! Obviously today's is 18+, NSFW.

Sorry to skip around a little on your Hannix Football Rivalry AU requests. I'm keeping them chronological because a) I don't have time to outline and write on such tight turnarounds and b) I want to be able to build off each of the fics. Please hang tight! They're in the works.

Summary: Hannix Football Rivalry AU. Natasha and Jake make a discovery, and Jake has to get competitive about it...not that Natasha minds

Pairing: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: All smut, no plot. Vaginal fingering/oral sex/penetrative sex (m/f), squirting (f)

A/N: Is it just me or is Monica, I mean Phoenix, checking out Glen's, oops lol Hangman's, rear in this gif?? Like her eyes are unnecessarily drifting a little far to the left to be watching his shot or the pocket. Okay, just me? Cool. Here we go! Hope you like it xx

Make You Soak My Sheets

“Wait, Jake, wait,” Natasha pleads desperately, gulping air to hold back the intense urge to pee. When he’s too slow to release the pressure of his fingers inside her, she snaps her knees shut so fast only his remarkably honed reflexes keep him from being knocked in the head. “Stop!” she shouts before she pees all over his bed and embarrasses herself even further. As it is, she covers her burning face.

“Oh shit, Nat, are you okay? I thought—I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Carefully, he withdraws his fingers from her. She’s so wet from everything his mouth and hands have done to her since he stripped her and laid her naked on his bed that her arousal spills from her emptied core. He climbs up to lay beside her.

Natasha pushes her hand up her forehead, forcing herself to face him. “You weren’t hurting me. I–.” Humiliation claws at her throat. When did she start caring so much about what he thinks of her in bed? She certainly hadn’t when all this began. It’s all supposed to be fun.

“Hey.” There’s so much concern in his voice that she feels even worse. Since she and Jake realized that they enjoy spending time together, and that enjoying regular time with each other in and out of bed could be called dating, he’s shown her a completely different side of him. One that’s patient, gentle, and tender. Which is everything he is in this moment when he massages light, soothing circles over her stomach. “You can always tell me if I’m doing something you don’t like.” He kisses her collarbone. “I promise it’s good for me only if it’s good for you.”

A new heat seeps past her embarrassment. It’s deep and radiant and steady, and she’s coming to understand that it might be love. Loving anyone in this way isn’t something she was looking for, or even thought she wanted, so falling in love with Jake “Hangman” Seresin almost seems like a hoax the universe is pulling on her. She’s not ready to say anything about that quite yet, but she does want to calm the anxious lines on his handsome face. “You were going to make me pee,” she admits shyly. Since when is she shy with Hangman?

He frowns and pulls back slightly so she can get up. “You don’t have to wait to use the bathroom. Do you need to go?”

“I mean, I don’t have to now. And I went right before we…started. Just when you were fingering me there.” What the hell, she’s talking about her bladder function with him. She drags her hand back down over her face, but Jake tugs it away.

His expression is thoughtful. “Has this happened before?”

Natasha focuses on the delicious layer of chest hair covering his curved pecs rather than meeting his slightly amused and curious gaze. “With you? Yes. Several times. But not really before that.”

“Those other times you made me stop?” he realizes.

“Yes! I’m not going to pee in your bed, Bagman!” she huffs. That’s not something she wants him to tease her about later, even if his ribbing is more affectionate than obnoxious these days. She’s not five.

“That would be okay with me.”

Exasperated, she finally looks up at him only to be surprised that although there’s a hint of a smile on his lips, he seems serious. “You want me to pee in your bed?” she demands skeptically.

Jake leans in and brushes her hair from her face. “I want to make you come so hard you pee in my bed,” he clarifies, voice hungry and slightly breathless. As if to prove the truth of his words, his dick thumps against her thigh. He kisses her mouth, the taste of her still thick on his lips, and groans when he draws back. “Please, babe, I want to do that for you so bad.”

He noses at her neck, the hand on her stomach creeping up to caress the underside of her breast. Natasha’s nerves are already humming again, charged by every nip he leaves making his way down her chest. “You’re so fucking hot when you let go for me, Natasha,” he promises between each bite. The way he says her name should be illegal because she is absolutely defenseless against it. Suddenly, she’s somehow on the verge of begging him for what he clearly wants.

Jake rolls over her and knees her legs apart before he cups her breast into his mouth, tongue dancing around her nipple until her vision goes blurry. The ache between her legs drowns out everything but the need for him inside her again, filling her, driving at that pressure point until she bursts. “Tell me you want it,” he breathes across her nipple, making her whine and curl her thighs open for him. “Tell me how good you want me to make you feel.”

“I want it,” she begs, unable to find any words but the ones he’s giving her. She’ll say anything for him to be inside her. “I want it, Jake.” Her thighs flutter and shake in anticipation as he kisses and tongues his way down her abdomen, chuckling at her needy whines and gasps.

He settles between her legs again and his expression becomes intent as he opens her to him. “God I love it when you’re so wet for me, Nat.” She can no longer remember at what point she stopped being "Phoenix" in bed unless he's been turned on by her flying or she's returned with another ribbon for her chest. He slides a finger into her and they both moan at its slick path. It’s not enough.

“More,” she pleads.

Jake leans in and tongues her clit as he slips a second finger inside her. Natasha’s hips jump when he reaches the place she’d begged him off. “You want it right there?” he asks.

She nods and closes her eyes against her fracturing vision. Encouraged, his strokes grow firmer and Natasha pushes her hand into her hair to keep herself from flying apart right then and there.

“Jake,” she gasps as the pressure escalates with the intensity of how hard his fingers are fucking her, swelling like a balloon stretching to its limit. Her lungs strain to take in air faster than he drives it out of them. The tightening knot of her bladder creates a buzzing friction that makes her feel so full she might explode if she doesn’t release. But even with his promises, she holds back.

Feeling her clench down on him, he kisses the inside of her thigh. “It’s okay, I got you. I just want to see you let go for me, babe.” Natasha’s hand falls back to the bed and, with some effort, she steadies her breathing until the tension in her eases. “Jesus Christ," he praises, "you feel so fucking good right now.”

Everything out of his mouth obliterates her grip on her control. She wants to tell him how close she is but her brain keeps glitching, turning her words to high, keening gasps instead. When the urge becomes too much, rather than resisting this time, she bears down and lets go.

“Holy shit, Nat,” Jake exhales reverently as warm liquid streams between her legs and her whole body snaps and unravels. His mouth is on her, soaking up her release like she’s a fountain of the sweetest drink he’s ever tasted. The fission of her climax surges up her spine, splitting her apart with a rapturous cry.

Every one of her muscles comes undone, thrusting her into his mattress with the force of pulling her plane into the air as she collapses in on herself. Gravity fades with the throes of her orgasm, as if the shock waves of pleasure rippling through her are the only thing holding her together, until she floats weightlessly into a state of deep relaxation.

It takes her a long moment for her to come back to herself and remember where she is. Hazily, Natasha watches Jake lift his drenched face from her core, his expression as blissed out as she feels. “That wasn’t pee, babe.” His voice is absolutely wrecked. “You squirted and that might have been one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen you do. And I think pretty much everything you do is hot.” Lightly, he kisses her sensitive clit and her thighs quake from the slight touch. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“The bed’s wet,” she realizes slowly.

Jake crawls up between her legs. “I’ll gladly change my sheets anytime you want to do that for me again.” He drops a kiss between her breasts then nuzzles her neck. “I almost came just watching you.”

Natasha brushes the hair at the back of his neck, staring up into his dark, molten gaze. “I’ve never done that before,” she admits quietly.

A cocky smile hitches across his mouth. “Then that is just the first of many times.” Already he knows her so well. She can’t resist a challenge even if she’s not sure yet how she feels about soaking his bed. At least he seems to enjoy it.

“You sure about that?” she goads him to see what he’s going to do about it.

Immediately, Jake’s face folds into a scowl. "I'm going to make you soak my sheets," he promises.

She might have made a mistake, Natasha thinks not long after, because she has to muffle her screams in his pillow as he thrusts into her past her walls tightening around him, thumb relentless on her clit, until she gushes all over his pelvis and thighs. And this time, it’s too much for him. Jake shouts her name as he comes hard and long, dick pulsing deep inside her over and over.

He drops forward, catching himself on the bed. Reaching down, breathing jagged and labored, he drags his fingers through her release and sucks it off them with a long moan. Natasha has never seen Jake so absolutely wrecked and despite coming down from her own orgasm, finds herself turned on all over again.

It feels less like a mistake though and more like an incredible discovery when she’s stretched beneath him, Jake curled over her with his face buried in her neck and hand tangled in her hair as he strokes into her from behind. He mouths her skin and the dips at the top of her spine, panting desperate sweet nothings there. Every time their bodies slap together, his aim on her g-spot as impeccable as his aim in the air, the pressure in her winds tighter. And now that she knows what’s on the other side of it, Natasha relaxes into the fullness and lets go. As soon as she feels the now almost familiar waterfall of warmth, his balls contract against her ass and he comes.

His arm wriggles its way between her abdomen and the bed, and his strong fingers coax her through her own orgasm. It washes over her like the tide sliding over the sand.

“Jake,” she rasps, her voice entirely raw and spent. Her forehead falls forward onto the mattress as her hips arch back up into him. Jake keeps his gentle hold on her quaking body until they sink back into the ruined bed.

They drift in and out of half sleep wrapped up in each other until he musters enough will to turn on the bedside lamp. He climbs off her with a kiss on her shoulder. “I should change the bed, sweetheart,” he murmurs. There’s something new in his voice, a new intimacy she hasn’t heard before. She’s too spent and sated to think more about what that means right now and files it away for later.

Whatever mortification seizes her when she sees the soaked, ravaged state of his sheets evaporates as soon as she looks up to find a self-satisfied grin on his glowing face. “You going to doubt me the next time I promise you something in bed?” he challenges.

Natasha gathers her own smirk as she helps him strip the bed. “I don’t know, Bagman. Can’t say I mind you trying to prove yourself.”

“Try!” he exclaims scornfully. “That was not a try.”

She can’t help messing with him. “Oh, then what was it?”

He tosses aside the comforter furiously. “I’ll show you what that was, Lieutenant.” And he scoops her up to make her squirt one last time in the shower, eyes triumphant and euphorically dark, as he watches her fall apart around his mouth and fingers. He swallows her down before he lets her slide, boneless and wrung out, into his arms while the water rinses over them. “That’s what they call expertise.”

Natasha has to admit, she can't wait to enjoy more of that expertise.

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I’m still coming up for air but wrote a little something if you’re interested…

Meet Celeste Elena Seresin-Trace

Natasha startles awake, unsure when she drifted off. The house is more quiet than it’s been since she and Jake brought Celeste home. Her mom and Gabby must be out, leaving the new little family alone.

Jake sits with Celeste cradled in his lap, her head supported tenderly in his large, capable hands. His leave is so short that he’s not wanted to miss a moment of the exhausting cycle of diaper changes and feeding and hours spent staring at the tiny, sleeping being they created, treasuring every shift, scrunch, and wrinkle of her delicate features. She already has Natasha’s darker hair (oh the heartburn!), but her eyes have yet to settle. Jake would have to pry it from her, but she hopes Cici ends up with his green eyes. Spending so much time taking care of the baby also means he hasn’t shaved since the day they went to the hospital, and Natasha is fully appreciating the rare shadow of facial hair on her husband.

He doesn’t seem to notice she’s awake just yet, and Natasha keeps her eyelids lowered to listen to the soft conversation he keeps up with their daughter. “Don’t tell your Mama, Cici, but you might be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. Of course, she’s neck and neck with you because I’m one lucky guy.”

Celeste’s tiny arms jerk in response to his words. It will be several weeks before her smile is more than a muscle reflex, but Jake insists that she smiles the most at him.

They’d had several first names picked out for her, although Jake was adamant from early on that he loved Natasha’s middle name and wanted to pass it on to their daughter. Elena means “light” and that’s what his two girls are in his life. He’s probably figured it out by now, but Natasha can’t resist Jake when his sweet, sentimentality slips past his cocky guard.

Celeste is perhaps a little on the nose for a girl with pilots for parents, but they both liked how pretty it sounded and how the vowels of her full name sailed so smoothly along the tongue. Natasha still chokes up remembering Jake murmuring it to her while he cradled her to his bare chest in the hospital, his hands then still slightly awkward as he adjusted to holding so tiny a person. Having a baby has turned both of them into saps.

“Whoa there, Ci,” he yelps quietly when Celeste jerks. “Strong as Mama already. No one’s going to mess with you, are they? And don’t worry, Daddy won’t let them.”

God help whoever dares mess with their little girl, Natasha thinks. Especially if she has Jake’s wit and penchant for verbal annihilation. They’re going to get a pair of tongue lashings they might never forget. Or recover from. The thought makes her huff a laugh, and both Jake and Cici look over at her at the same time.

Cover blown, Natasha fully opens her eyes. “I am not bailing you out for harassing a four year old at daycare,” she capitulates.

Celeste’s mouth opens and closes now that she knows Natasha’s awake, and Jake reluctantly relinquishes her to be fed. They learned quickly that their daughter will give them a short grace period to notice she’s hungry before she unleashes a full blown, bleating scream for food.

“I would never harass a child,” Jake scoffs. “Just have a firm conversation.” He helps her adjust the pillow to support Celeste while she eats. Natasha has only enough attention to spare to give him a skeptical look as Cici becomes more impatient about being fed. The defensiveness melts from his face, and he brushes her damp hair from her forehead to place a tender kiss there.

Natasha feels pretty lucky too.

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TGM Masterlist

photo via @babyrooster

Welcome to my TGM hyperfixation! I guess it's not going away anytime soon. Call me Autumn. While I love the TGM guys, this is also a Phoenix stan account and most of my fics are from her POV.

I'm here to interact with my readers and love getting to know you all so please never hesitate to jump in with an ask, message, comment, or reblog. I love those, and I promise that you are beyond cool enough to talk to me and no idea that you have about any of my fics is too overthought or trivial to share. Personally, I enjoy writing for other people so the more I hear from you, the easier it is for me to deliver. After some thoughtful conversations, I understand “likes” mean many things and allow people to express their appreciation in ways that they are comfortable. That said, because likes mean so many things, I find it helpful as a writer to get a line every so often. So, if you’re comfortable, I’d love to know what you love, what you resonate with, or any thoughts you have. If you want to say “I loved this” but do not want a reply from me, you can use 🌷

My asks are open, but I ask that if you're dropping something there, please at least take a moment to let me know what you like about how/what I write so I can give you more of it!

Alright, onto the fics below!

Tumblr Crash Course/Welcome - if you're new here!

28 Days of Phoenix Fics

Ode to Phoenix Masterlist

Phoenix + Hangman a.k.a. Hannix

Talk to Me Masterlist - multi-chapter, wip, also on AO3

Hannix Football Rivalry AU Series - 18+, NSFW (includes Your Jersey or Mine?)

Every Time It Comes Around - 18+, NSFW

Every Time It Comes Around Pt. II - 18+, NSFW

Every Time It Comes Around Sequel - 18+, NSFW

Every Time It Comes Around Sequel Pt. II - 18+, NSFW

Phoenix + Rooster

Surprised You Back (unfinished fic)

Welcome to the Family, You’re Getting Teased

Cookie Monster

Phoenix + Rooster + Hangman a.k.a. the Throuple Series

Have You Heard How Much I Love You

Celebrate Me Home - Part of @notroosterbradshaw‘s #hellodecemberplaylist challenge

Love in the Small Things - AO3 user @Unk365 prompt

Hangman

I’ll Make It Worth Your Pain (Hangman x GF!Reader) - 18+, NSFW

If Lost Return to Jake (Hangman x GF!Reader)

Headcanon

Top Gun Headcanon - The Twins Edition

Based on Talk to Me for now

Talk to Me Easter Egg Chapter 12

Talk to Me Easter Egg - Chapter 3

Talk to Me Easter Egg Chapter 1

Top Gun Headcanon - Hangman Edition (warning: sibling death, death, grief)

Top Gun Headcanon - Birth Order Theory Edition

Top Gun Headcanon - Astrological Signs Edition

TGM Fic Recs

2022 - Favorite Top Gun Fanfics

2023 - Phoenix Fics & Writers

Old Pinned Masterlists

Feb 2023

AO3

Other AO3 fandoms

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autumntouched · 1 year

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🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ content: in the jersey au jake has 3 kinks:

1. nat wearing his jersey and/or his cowboy hat

2. making her 💦💦 before and during sex

3. “fuck, let me cum inside you” speaks for itself

put all 3 together and it’s game over

I promise…this is happening!! Natasha has it all planned out 😏 Jake may or may not finish by saying, “That’ll do it” absolutely confident and right that he just got her pregnant

#i love your notes #talk to me #hannix football rivalry #ficspo

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Day 25 of Ode to Phoenix

Summary: Part of the Hannix Football Rivalry AU Series in which Jake is a Cowboys fan (lol like Glen) and Natasha is a 49ers fan (like Monica and me)

Jake and Natasha's Wedding, Pt. I - The Ceremony

Pairings: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: None for this part, just fluff

A/N: This fic got really long so I'm posting it in three parts. I'm sorry this took awhile, and I'm a little nervous about it but needed to stop rewriting and get on to your ACTUAL requests. Thank you so much to everyone who submitted song suggestions! As you'll see, I may have gotten a little carried away. Please don't judge my song picks too harshly. Okay, hope you enjoy!

I'm sharing the full Hannix Wedding Playlist here, but the key songs are also included when they appear in the fic.

The Wedding | Pt. I - The Ceremony

Natasha wasn’t exactly sure how she was going to feel on her wedding day but the eye of a hurricane hadn’t been on her list.

She sits quietly in a corner of the room off the beautifully decorated outdoor terrace that overlooks the mountains. As soon as Jake shyly told her that he wants to see her face from the moment he lays eyes on her as his bride, she chose a light veil that cascades down her back. Her dark hair is swept into a low side chignon with a few pieces left out to frame her face. For the ceremony, she wears Jake’s great-grandmother’s pearl comb in her hair, pearl drop earrings and their matching necklace.

Although it took some searching, Gabby helped her find the perfect wedding dress. The elegant, yet simple, sleeveless fitted bodice has a low square neck and open back that flows into a slightly flared skirt and train of floating layers of lace. A sash defines her waist. Her dahlia, peony, astilbe, and eucalyptus bouquet rests on a table beside her. Folded and tucked into the ribbon wound around the stems are her handwritten vows, although she’d memorized them weeks ago. Lightly, she drums her soft pink nails on her knees.

While the photographer flits around, the wedding planner and her mother try to herd the bridal and grooms parties together. Payback is doing his frantic best, with Amelia’s help, to keep the flower girls and ring bearer from wrinkling or tearing their clothes while protecting his dress whites from a game of tag.

Everyone else is so worried about today going perfectly but as long as Jake is standing there when she walks outside, Natasha couldn’t care less about the rest.

“You ready, Captain?” her dad asks, voice brittle with emotion. Gabby was always “Princess” and from the day she told him she wanted to be a pilot, Natasha became “Captain.” He’s wearing a tailored black suit that flatters his stocky yet athletic figure and swarthy complexion. His hair and trimmed beard are more gray and white than they are black now, and his rugged face a little weathered from too much sun. But he still has the youthful energy of her childhood.

She reaches for his hand. Even now, his grip suffuses her with a sense of safety and steadiness. “I’ve never been more sure of anything I’ve done,” she promises.

He kisses the top of her head. “You’ve always been sure of yourself.”

Natasha smooths her thumb over her engagement ring, now on her right hand. “This feels different though,” she admits hesitantly. “It’s the one thing I’ve ever been scared of doing.”

That’s not entirely true. There are plenty of things she’s been scared of in her life. She’s a military aviator. But flying, her career–all the other things–they always feel like they are largely within her control, even when things don’t turn out as expected. If she works hard, prepares well, and plans accordingly, the rest falls into place.

Loving Jake doesn’t come with control. Left up to her, a cocky, smart ass, antagonistic fellow aviator is not who she would have picked to fall for. Even falling in love had been a question mark on her life road map. But they were in too deep before they even realized they’d left the shore a long way back, everyone else well aware of the only three words left to say between them. Those three words, though they’ve been said many times since, still terrify her because they mean there’s another person at the controls of her heart.

Her father tilts her chin up so she looks him in the eye. His gray eyes are soft yet pained. “Nasha, I promise that you aren’t your mother and me. We didn’t know each other or ourselves half so well as you and Jake do. And I’m proud of you for that.”

She squeezes his hand as he clears his throat and swipes a tear from his cheek. “Thank you, Dad.”

Mama comes over to them, practically floating in a midnight blue dress with lace sleeves. “Your gown’s going to get wrinkled sitting down, bumblebee,” she worries. Natasha gets to her feet to keep Mama calm and lets her fuss over the back of the gown. She meets her dad’s gaze and they suppress their smiles. This is how her mother deals with her nerves.

“I’ve got it, Mama,” Gabby sighs. She’s stunning in her dark green bridesmaid gown with her hair flowing down her back in luscious brown waves, one side swept up with a gold, floral hairpiece. “Luca’s waiting for you.”

Natasha gives Mama a final hug and reluctantly watches her leave. Lise, the wedding planner, motions for the groom and bride’s parties to follow her out too. The room falls still and oddly hushed with only her sister and father left at her sides.

Gabby picks up the bouquet and smiles at her almost shyly. Natasha’s heard horror stories of family members falling out while planning a wedding, but she’s never felt closer to her sister and isn’t sure she would be here without her. Had it been up to her with all of the planning and decisions that had gone into this day, she’d be marrying Jake in a courthouse with no one but them and a witness. “Jake’s going to lose it when he sees you,” Gabby says reassuringly.

Natasha’s heart flutters with nerves for the first time. She hasn’t seen Jake since he kissed her goodbye early this morning when she left to get ready. It’s a little unfair. He opted for dress whites for the ceremony so she’s seen him in his wedding attire. But he’s never seen her like this. Silly as it is, because Jake wouldn’t care if he married her wearing jeans and a t-shirt, she hopes he likes the dress she picked. “He’ll kill me if he cries,” she laughs. Only because he’ll owe her money for betting she’ll cry more. He never learns, but she loves him for that too.

“He’s not going to be able to help it, Captain,” her dad warns while her sister looks her over with a wry twist to her mouth.

“Yeah, he’s going to be a fast widower then because you’re stunning, Nasha,” Gabby adds, her face brightening with anticipation. “C’mon, let’s see if we can hear what’s happening.” She pulls Natasha to the door, and they’re like little kids again with their ears pressed to the wood trying to listen in while their parents talk.

When the guitar instrumental of “Your Song” starts, Natasha grabs Gabby’s hand knowing that Jake’s entering the ceremony now. She imagines him walking down the aisle, tall and handsome while he struggles to look appropriately solemn instead of grinning from ear to ear. They’d agreed to let the other pick the song that they would walk down the aisle to, and she chose this one for him. Its sentiment is deceptively straightforward but there are profound depths within it, as there are in him and their life together. She also wants Jake to know how proud she is for everyone to know that he is the most important part of her life.

Her stomach suddenly turns to a mess of butterflies. There’s a knock on the door, and Lise pops her head in. “We’re ready for you, Natasha.” Early on in their planning, Lise kept calling her “the bride,” but for some reason constantly being referred to by her marriage title annoyed Natasha and she’d insisted on her name. But she can no longer escape that today, that is what she is.

Before panic can seize her, Gabby places the bouquet in her hands and kisses her cheek. “Just keep looking at Jake,” she whispers. Dad offers her his arm while Gabby moves behind her to adjust Natasha’s train and veil.

“Remember,” he tells her with a reassuring smile, placing his hand over the one she rests on his forearm, “today is about your life with Jake. The rest is all ceremony.”

That helps settle her nerves, and she’s further bolstered by the excitement of their friends and family as she walks past them to the end of the procession. Bob beams and waves at her and Rooster leans down to kiss her cheek. Nora pumps up her hands.

Lise directs her to stand behind Alexis, her nieces Cora and Olivia, and cousin’s son, Charlie, who clutches the petal covered tray with the rings like his little life depends on it. The girls all wear dresses with floating white skirts and an oversized bow at their back. Alexis’s hair is braided in a thick, ribbon threaded crown around her head while Olivia and Cora have half their dark curls pulled back in bows. Charlie wears an adorable black three piece suit with a dark green tie that matches those of the civilian groomsmen.

“So pretty,” Alexis sighs in awe, looking up at her through wide, round eyes. Today, with her hair up, she favors Nora more than Payback with her high cheekbones and square jaw.

“You look like a princess,” Olivia agrees, brushing the front of Natasha’s dress with her fingers. Cora nods from where she hides in her older cousin’s side.

“You all look like princesses too,” Natasha whispers back, making the girls smile.

Gabby takes her place as Maid of Honor beside Jake’s Best Man, his cousin, Zach. Several years younger than Jake, he’d been the talk of the rehearsal dinner with his height, thick waves of dark hair that swoop to his shoulders, and full lips. He hands Gabby her bouquet and murmurs something that makes her lean into him with a giggle. Ahead in the line, Rooster looks over his shoulder at them.

One by one the pairs disappear through the gauzy curtains that sway with the late afternoon breeze. Then the children with their tray of rings and baskets. Cora insists on holding onto Olivia, so the two older girls help spread her petals. Natasha waits until she hears the first strums of “Every Breath You Take” and takes a deep breath. This is it.

“The stalker song?” she’d asked when Jake suggested it, barely containing her laughter because she didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

He’d looked slightly sheepish and a little upset because he heard her judgment anyway. “We have only so many times to tell someone we love them, Nat. I just want you to know that no matter what happens to me, and even if you can’t see me, I’ll always be with you.” She’d had nothing to say to that, especially once she heard the instrumental version.

The curtains part and the guests are asked to stand for the bride. All eyes turn toward her as she walks down the petal scattered aisle on her father’s arm. A breeze lifts and flutters her veil, skirt, and loose tendrils of hair and carries the guests’ gasps and murmurs past her ears. When she shivers, Natasha isn’t sure whether it’s because of the change in temperature or the change to her life waiting only feet ahead of her.

Taking Gabby’s suggestion, Natasha looks for Jake and finds him on the dais at the front. Their gazes lock, and his jaw goes momentarily slack at the sight of her. He clenches his teeth just in time to keep his mouth closed and his face relatively solemn. Although his lips are taut with the emotion that he’s trying to blink out of his eyes, he’s beaming hard enough to wash the whole terrace in his pride.

She doesn’t bother to try to contain her smile as her heart soars beyond the height of the mountains behind him. Her father is right. Today is about the rest of her life with the man standing before her, looking at her like the universe moves at her command. Although she’s seen him in his uniform plenty of times, Jake’s never looked so dazzling and yet so vulnerable. It requires a significant amount of her restraint to proceed to the tempo of the music rather than run into his arms, so she takes the time to memorize every detail of the way he looks in this moment for forever.

Her father pauses so Mama, who’s already clutching a wad of soaked tissues, can hold Natasha’s face and kiss each of her cheeks. “I’m so happy for you, sweetheart,” she tells her.

“I love you, Mama.” Natasha is startled by the tears that rise to hers. Her sister-in-laws blow her kisses and wave her attention toward the front.

When Natasha turns from her family, Jake has stepped down to meet her. He waits, hands folded in front of him. Up close, she can see that he’s somehow even more handsome than she imagined. Especially with his blond hair a little longer at the top so that it folds into a neat wave, the closest he’s ever worn it to regulation, and his uniform slightly strained across his chest and upper arms.

Dad escorts her the last few steps, and they stop before Jake. “I’m trusting you to take care of her,” her father says with a fervor that surprises her.

Jake nods solemnly through the glistening tracks of tears on his face. “I promise, sir. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second she will be the most important part of my life.”

Natasha almost starts crying right then and there.

Her father looks down at her. “Are you ready?” She nods, not trusting herself to speak, and he takes the hand on his forearm and places it in Jake’s large, warm, sure one. Kissing her cheek one last time, he leaves them to go forward together.

Suddenly, it’s like the entire world shifts without anyone but them noticing. Her heart races as she stands on the verge of tying her life, her heart, her future to his. As if sensing her trepidation, Jake draws her to him. “Last chance to eject,” he whispers so that only she can hear. The smile around his eyes steadies her.

“Too late,” she promises, although her pulse threatens to drown out the words. “I’m not leaving without you.” He sways forward, gaze dropping to her lips.

“After, dude,” interrupts Coyote from his spot in the line of groomsmen to their guests’ loud amusement. “You kiss her after you’re married now.”

They chuckle, the last of her hesitation melting away, and Jake helps her onto the dais.

—

It’s not until their vows that her nerves return. She’s not sure whether she’s glad Jake is going first to warm up the crowd or worried she’ll have to follow him.

“Natasha.” He says her name with his usual mix of playfulness, adoration, and hint of cheek. His dimples are on full display, and she braces herself for the ride this could be. “You know it’s never enough that I think you’re the greatest, sweetheart. I expect everyone else to know it too. So it may not come as a surprise that I tried to crowdsource my vows in exchange for guaranteeing everyone a meal at the reception.

Several bursts of knowing laughter and groans among their parties and the guests tell her that isn’t a joke. She shakes her head at him in disbelief as he goes on. “I can’t tell if this hurt or helped our rsvps because I also told them they could only eat if I liked what they said. People took the assignment with varying degrees of seriousness. Some, like your wizzo, were clearly okay with starving for the night.

Natasha glances over at Bob who looks at her like you knew what you were getting into with this one. “There are children present so I can’t repeat exactly what he said in his response, but it was to the effect that he has more respect for you than he does for me. Which, if I’m honest, most of our guests, including too many members of my own family, seem to agree with. But if this were about me, we could have saved a lot of money not feeding everyone and had a much longer honeymoon. If the Navy could spare us for that long.

His eyes softening while everyone laughs at his compulsion to brag about them even in his vows is her only warning that he might have an emotional juggernaut up his uniform sleeve. “But today, and every day from here forward, is officially about you, Nat. And I say ‘officially’ because it’s actually been that way for a long time. From the day our paths first crossed in training, even before I took my head out of my as–behind, excuse me–to hopefully be the man you deserve, I’ve looked up to you for being the incredibly brilliant, competitive, and kind person that you are. I know you don’t put much stock in how beautiful you are on the outside, but what I see most is a reflection of how absolutely stunningly beautiful you are on the inside. Everything you touch, everything you join, everyone you know is better for having you as part of them. If you only knew the stories the people here shared about what you mean to their lives and what you have done for them, you wouldn’t be standing here about to put a ring on my finger.

She looks to the sky to fight every urge to cry until she realizes that means missing all of the effort Jake has gone through to put his love into words. Natasha surrenders and lets her eyes fall back to his face, willing only that her own doesn’t crumple into a bawling disaster. Tenderly and careful of her makeup, he dabs a handkerchief to the tears along her already soaked cheeks and chin before he continues. “The only reason I am standing here, willing to let you do that, is because I can swear that I will live by the example you set to wake up every single day and learn from my mistakes to do better. I will cheer you on to be the best at anything you do but always be there to make sure you know you are everything and enough as you are. And I promise to remember that as hard as it can be to say “sorry,” it is harder to know you’re hurting because of me. I will do my best to make you smile when you’re too hard on yourself. I will believe in you on those rare occasions you doubt yourself. I will hold you when you’re afraid to cry or be scared. I swear to always be there to take care of you, in sickness and in health, so I don’t waste a moment of this life with you. Natasha, I trust, that like everything else with you in it, our marriage will be better because of you. But I promise, too, to make sure that even on the hardest days, it is always the best part of both our lives.”

From the sound of sniffles and nose blowing, she’s not the only one who couldn’t keep her eyes dry during his vows. And crap. She has to follow that. Gabby offers her the folded square from her bouquet, but she motions for her to keep it. Natasha flexes each of her fingers then summons every bit of her composure to make her own promises to him.

“Jake,” she starts with a smirk, imitating the veneer of humility he can slather ironically across any word. A smile of recognition tucks into the corner of his mouth. “I’d saved time on my calendar to write my vows but then one day you made me so angry that I figured it was as good a time as any to start them so I could remind myself why I agreed to go through with this before the next time you decided not to listen to me.” Their guests laugh nervously on his behalf. She flashes him a reassuring grin to let him know that’s as hard of a time as she’s going to give him for allowing a lactose intolerant Alexis to have a milkshake while he was on babysitting duty. “What I found is that on the other side of whatever it is that you did to make me mad is something that I love most about you.

Her insides melt at the quiet surprise that loosens the lines around his eyes and mouth. “Sometimes you’re so confident in your own ability to solve a problem that you don’t listen when someone tells you how. But from that also comes your open sense of adventure and fun, your willingness to try a different way of doing things, and your unwavering belief that there is no problem too big for us if we work through it together. Sometimes you jump into things before you’ve thought them through. But that’s because you know that life can be too short to have all the answers and all the plans figured out. And you are always there to catch me as fast as you are to jump. You may be able to push someone’s buttons, but you know the right buttons to push because you are, contrary to what you might want people to believe, one of the most sensitive, protective, and caring people I’ve ever met. You are my fiercest protector but also the first to let me soar. You never second guess yourself or hesitate when someone needs your protection, and although that has gotten you in trouble from time to time, it’s what allows me to live as fearlessly as you. Because you are also one of the most fearless people I’ve ever known, one of the most brave, and one of the most honorable. And only you would think you have to make any promises or be anything more than you are for me to want today and every day to be your wife, to have the privilege of loving you, caring for you, and building a life with you.

At this point, she knows Jake will win their bet because only a single tear arcs out the corner of his eye. But Natasha couldn’t care less because she can tell from the intensity with which he’s watching her that he’s engraving every phrase into his memory. And if someone were to ask him a year from now, without hesitation or review, he’ll remember what she said today word for word. “You are my d-head because I love you as much for the things about you that make me angry as I do for the things about you that make you the man of my dreams. Because all of it makes you the man of my dreams, even if I didn’t know what I was dreaming of until you were right in front of me. You are never hard to love, Jake, only impossible to resist loving. And I know our dreams for ourselves are big, our goals incredibly lofty, but I promise in this life and any other, if all I get to do is laundry and taxes with you, I will be happy.”

—

Jake reaches for her hands to watch their ring warming ceremony while “Accidentally in Love” fills the late afternoon air. The tiny pouch of their wedding bands passes from guest to guest, each taking a moment to bless them, give them their well wishes, kiss them, cheer them. Everyone’s love poured into their own for today and the rest of their lives to come.

The lively tune, an anthem to them finding themselves in love before they even knew they were falling for one another, keeps the rings moving quickly. Jake’s parents clasp the pouch together then lift their hands to their lips to kiss it. When the bands reach Maverick and Penny, he salutes them and she presses them to her heart. Amelia cups them and blows into her palms. Natasha’s aunt makes the sign of the cross with the pouch and presses it to her lips. At last the rings come to her mother, who holds them while the rest of her family stacks their hands over hers then raises them in a loud cheer. Unprompted, all of their guests stand and applaud as the warmed rings are returned to Zach.

Carefully, he removes the band meant for Natasha and gives it to Jake. Everything goes quiet, still. So still that Natasha realizes she’s stopped breathing. She watches Jake’s face waver in its composure while he slides the delicate, twisted vine, diamond ring onto her finger. “Natasha, I give you this ring as a gift that lasts forever. Know that I am always with you, behind you, by your side, and I’ll ride in this life with you to the end.”

He wets his lips, cheeks and eyes pinched to hold back his tears. With her wedding band in place forever, he moves her engagement ring back to her left hand then caresses her knuckles with his thumb. “I love you, Nat,” he whispers, touching his forehead and nose to hers. In this moment, it’s only them bound in the love neither of them expected to find but won’t let go now they’ve found it. Finally, she exhales.

It takes all of Natasha’s training to keep her hands steady when Gabby passes her the gold wedding band meant for Jake. Guiding it onto his finger, she promises, “Jake, I give you this ring as a gift that lasts forever. Know that I’m always with you, behind you, by your side, and I’ll ride in this life with you to the end.”

A swell of elation sends the words deep into her soul, permanently shifting the axis of her heart to align with his. She loves the way his hand looks with the band on his finger, and she’s not sure she’ll ever get tired of looking at it there. Jake touches her cheek, stroking away a tear she doesn’t realize she sheds.

“By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

The pronouncement is barely finished before he leans in to kiss her. The touch of his lips is light and tender at first, one arm wrapping firmly around her shoulders and the other her waist to hold her close. But as their groom and bride’s parties stamp their feet and whistle them on, he sweeps her lips apart with his tongue and kisses her knees out from under her. Natasha folds into him, grabbing onto his shoulders to keep herself afloat in the overwhelming rush of love he couldn’t put into words.

—

When the civilian members of their parties and their guests have filed out to await them at the terrace entrance, Maverick, Bob, Rooster, Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, and Jake’s groomsmen from the Naval Academy, John and Derek, line up before them. At Maverick’s command they march down the aisle in two rows.

Natasha laces her fingers through Jake’s. “Pull me close, wrap me in your aching arms.” He raises their joined hands to his lips and kisses the newly added symbols of their marriage, then the knuckles on either side. “Ready?” she asks.

“As long as you don’t let go,” he promises. When he helps her down from the dais, she wonders how it took them so long to realize that they could have all this together. She never wants to let him go.

The white uniformed lines of their friends stop and turn to face one another. They each march two steps back until there’s a passage between them for Jake and Natasha. Maverick calls the command to draw swords. As one, their friends pull their swords from their sheaths and cross them in the air, forming the Arch of Swords. Everyone applauds the fairytale-like salute, and Jake squeezes her hand as they begin their first walk as husband and wife.

When they reach Maverick and Fanboy, they lower their crossed swords, neither of them trying to conceal their grins. “The price of passage is a kiss!” Fanboy chants gleefully.

Jake cradles her jaw and softly kisses her lips to their friends and family’s cheers. They’re allowed to proceed to Rooster and Payback’s lowered swords. Payback winks as Rooster announces, “The price of passage is a kiss!”

This time Jake wraps an arm around her and pulls her into him. Natasha rises onto tiptoe, leaning into his chest, and letting her foot drift into the air. The applause grows louder. Rooster and Payback let them proceed to John and Derek.

They don’t know her as well so their smiles are less suggestive than the Dagger Squad’s. “The price of passage is a kiss,” calls Derek.

Jake slides a hand beneath her bun and with his thumb tilts her mouth up to his, sweeping his tongue across hers while several of their guests, her brothers among them she’s pretty sure, whistle loudly through their fingers.

When they get to the last pair of crossed swords, Bob beams at them while Coyote smirks as if he’s seen this coming from the first moment he saw them together. One final time, Bob and Coyote together tell them, “The price of passage is a kiss.”

Jake dips her, sending a firestorm through her veins with his last deep kiss. Their guests go wild clapping, cheering, and stamping their feet. He has to do all the work of setting her back on her feet, and she still stumbles to get her footing. They pass through the last set of raised swords, Bob and Coyote swatting each of them on the butt as they stumble forward into their new life.

Jake clutches her hand, not letting go.

Part II | Part III

Ode to Phoenix Masterlist

Hannix Football Rivalry Series AU

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WIP because I miss you all

I am LONG overdue on an ask for @nutmeg08, who is the kindest, most patient saint of a reader a writer could ask for. As a promise that I’m working on it, slowly but surely as my life is continually upended, here’s the Hannix WIP:

Natasha gasps when she sees the dinner arrangements Jake made for their first wedding anniversary. The private room overlooking the Atlantic Ocean is tinted with the pink, orange, and purple cast of the lowering sun. Candlelight glows among the beautiful, sprawling centerpiece of white dahlias and eucalyptus, a nod to her wedding bouquet.

She stops so abruptly to take in the magical spread that he nearly bumps into her. He catches himself on her hips, using it as an excuse to enjoy the scent of her perfume.

“Jake,” she breathes, stunned nearly speechless by the understated romanticness of his surprise.

“Happy anniversary, Nat,” he murmurs before placing a kiss behind her ear. She almost forgets the host waiting for them to take their seats until Jake prompts her forward. Natasha grips the handles of the bag with her gift for him, suddenly worried about how inadequate it seems compared to what he’s done for her. Already she’s wearing the diamond infinity ring he managed to slip under her pillow that morning.

The host lets them take their time settling in before leaving them with an open bottle of champagne. Jake watches her carefully hang the bag from her chair but says nothing about it.

Even once they’re seated, she can’t help taking in the sparkling waves, delicate flower petals, and the soft, warm light illuminating Jake’s relief at her wonder. Perhaps it’s the combination of his starched white shirt and sage blazer transforming the color of his eyes to a stunning green or it’s his appreciation for the plunging neckline of her little black dress giving him a generous peak at the curves of her chest. Either way, she’s finding it as hard to look away from him as he seems to be finding it to look away from her.

He raises his flute to toast her, but she beats him to it, before he can say something dumb to ruin the moment. “Even on the hardest days, Jake, you are always the best part of my life,” she tells him, recalling the vow he made her exactly a year before. “Thank you for such a beautiful anniversary.”

Her words startle him into sitting up slightly straighter, head at a tilt. Despite the impressive size of his ego, Jake doesn’t always feel like he lives up to making her happy. It took her a long time to see because he guards it so carefully, but there’s a sweet, vulnerable side of him that needs for those he loves to be happy for his own happiness. She reaches across the table to offer him her hand. He takes it, twining his fingers through hers.

They clink glasses, and he smiles around his sip of champagne. A year, and his face has only become more dear. The mornings she wakes up without his limbs sprawled over hers never feel quite right anymore, and the nights she falls asleep without his breath on the curtain of her hair are somehow too still. He’s filled corners of her life that she didn’t know were there to be filled.

“May I go now?” he teases.

Warily, she nods and raises her glass again. His thumb curls through her palm to stroke the three bands on her ring finger.

“To my favorite part of every day.” He can’t help himself and his dimples deepen when he leans closer to lower his voice. “And if I’m honest, a lot of nights too.”

Natasha tries to kick him under the table, but he anticipates her move and his calves close tightly around hers, shooting a dart of heat up her leg and straight to her core. He taps his glass to hers and lets his eyes rake over the vee of her exposed chest. “I’m thinking definitely my favorite part of tonight.”

Maybe her gift will measure up after all. But based on the way he’s looking at her, if she gives it to him now, they probably won’t make it through dinner. And she’s looking forward to the seafood.

“To my brilliant wife,” he nods before taking a sip. Natasha lets her glass hover at her lips to watch him swallow, his neck a strong, elegant line.

“You said ‘most’ nights. What about the nights I’m not your favorite part?”

Jake’s grin falls a little, and his fingers curl more tightly around the neck of his glass. “Those are the nights you’re gone, and I can only be so proud of you for flying toward your dreams.”

She smiles at his shyness. “Every time I start thinking I fell in love with you by accident, you remind me that you know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Half the time,” he concedes. They laugh, and his gaze flicks to her mouth then away.

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Day 27 of Ode to Phoenix

Summary: Part of the Hannix Football Rivalry AU Series in which Jake is a Cowboys fan (lol like Glen) and Natasha is a 49ers fan (like Monica and me)

Jake and Natasha's Wedding, Pt. III - The Reception

Pairings: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: Lots of alcohol, lots of kissing, PG-13 at the end (erections and suggestion of morning sex)

A/N: This fic got really long so I'm posting it in three parts. I'm sorry this took awhile, and I'm a little nervous about it but needed to stop rewriting and get on to your ACTUAL requests. Thank you so much to everyone who submitted song suggestions! As you'll see, I may have gotten a little carried away. Also, clearly some of these songs are homages to Top Gun and TGM. Please don't judge my song picks too harshly. Okay, hope you enjoy!

I'm sharing the full Hannix Wedding Playlist here, but the key songs are also included when they appear in the fic.

The Wedding | Pt. III - The Party

They barely have enough time to grab a few bites before their dances with their parents. Natasha and Jake had heatedly debated their dance playlist and when she agreed to “Buy Dirt,” Jake gave her the Spice Girls’ “Wannabe” as the dance floor opener. In no time, she’s surrounded by Gabby, Nora, her other bridesmaids Nina and Kayla, and Jake’s cousin, Fallon.

As the DJ goes through hits from their middle and high school years, Natasha laughs at Amelia and her girlfriend, Soraya’s, appalled expressions at Soulja Boy’s “Crank That” lyrics. Gabby and Nora wave it off and drag them into the dance line. Alexis rushes out to join her mother and picks up the steps in no time, although Payback looks like he agrees with Amelia and Soraya. Once the younger guests are on the floor, the DJ swings back into the oldies and it’s not long before most of the tables are empty.

Jake and Natasha are sure to get in a few songs with the children before they have to leave for the night. The girls dance around Jake, each wanting their turn to be held for “Best of My Love.” He gives them all a turn, swinging them up and holding their little hands in his. Natasha smiles to herself as she catches several people eyeing him adoringly or lustily. He has eyes for only her, soft and slightly longing, as he watches her sway Charlie on her hip. Exhausted from the excitement, their ring bearer is curled into her arms, fast asleep, before the end of the song. Jake carries him back to his parents while she and the girls dance to “ABC.”

It wouldn’t be a Dagger Squad party without tequila. She’s not sure where or when Coyote managed to stash a bottle during the ceremony but one appears.

Jake touches Natasha’s hip as she dances with the cluster of her high school friends. “May I borrow her a minute?” he asks them, which makes half her friends swoon at his Texas manners and the other half give her the most salacious winks. She rolls her eyes and flashes them both middle fingers. Between her dress and undergarments, Jake can’t do much more than grope.

“She’s all yours now,” shoos one of her bridesmaids, Nina.

“Where are we going?” she wants to know in between pausing to acknowledge their friends and family. Unless she is on the dance floor, it has taken her more than thirty minutes to go four feet throughout the night.

“You’ll see,” he tells her with a secretive smile, managing to keep them moving along for the most part until they escape into the lobby. Jake takes her hand and hurries her through an unmarked door into the back of the coat room before they run into anyone else. It’s not cold enough yet for it to have much use so there is plenty of space for the circle of their friends inside. Bob, Fanboy, Coyote, Rooster, Gabby, Payback, and Nora are already holding shots of tequila. The group opens for them when they duck in, and Bob passes a glass to her while Coyote hands another to Jake. Natasha grins and raises her shot with her Navy family.

“To the Seresin-Traces!” shouts Coyote.

They cheer loudly as their friends echo the toast and clink their glasses before throwing back the tequila. “Another one!” Jake calls while the alcohol is still igniting its hot, smooth path to her stomach.

Coyote pours another round, and they all wait in anticipation. Jake looks down at her, hair slightly disheveled from their enthusiastic dancing, eyes aglow with tequila and devotion. “To my stunning wife, the co-pilot of my life who loves me enough not to murder me when I annoy her, Lieutenant Commander Natasha Elena Seresin-Trace.”

It’s no longer only the tequila warming her insides when she grins at him so widely it feels like her cheeks will split. He looks immensely proud of himself for yet again catching her by surprise. Their friends salute her then down their tequila on her behalf. The second shot leaves her feeling loose and giddy. He drops a kiss on her cheek.

Fanboy cups his mouth. “Give us a real one! Give us a real kiss!” Everyone joins in chanting “Kiss! Kiss!” Rooster tucks a giggling Gabby under his arm.

Natasha crooks her finger for Jake to lean down to her but instead of going for his mouth when he does, she brushes his feathery, blond locks back into place. At that, the chant turns to hoots and whistles. They’re almost nose to nose when her eyes fall back to his, and hopefully none of their friends can see that he’s looking at her like he’d rather she was destroying his hair than fixing it at the moment. Their kiss is tequila laced, slippery but heated with alcohol and delayed desire. Jake’s thumb glides along the underside of her breast, and she bows her hips into his.

Coyote, Fanboy, and Nora start singing, “It’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes.”

“Whoa, okay!” Gabby protests. “No, please leave her clothes on!”

“So this is where you two got lost.”

Jake’s lips and hands freeze at the sound of his mother’s voice. The room is suddenly very quiet, all of them stunned like caught children. Natasha peeks around Jake’s shoulder at her mother-in-law, in a beautiful crimson and gold jacquard dress, who stands in the doorway between the closet and waiting room with hands on her hips.

“Mrs. Seresin, ma’am, I can explain,” Coyote tries valiantly when she holds her french manicured hand out for the tequila.

“I think that’s plenty for now, Javy.” He relinquishes the bottle. She tucks it into her side then sweeps her blue-gray gaze over all of them. “These two have a long night ahead of ‘em, so let’s not end it too quickly. I can let you have it back when I’m sure they’re not part of any more rounds.”

“Mom,” Jake rolls his eyes. “We’re not six. You can give it back. We’ll behave.”

Sandy looks at Natasha for her confirmation, and she nods along with Jake’s promise. “No more tequila. And we’d better get back out there.” Her eyes meet her husband’s then skitter away before they start laughing.

Realizing his mother won’t let Coyote have the bottle back until they leave, Jake and Natasha edge past her contritely. They wave to their friends and, finally bursting into laughter, hurry back to the dance floor in time for “Gasolina.” She can’t resist admiring how the back to back shots loosen Jake’s hips even more. He must feel the same about hers because by the end of the song, she’s tucked into the curve of his body with his arm wrapped around her stomach.

Both of them want their reception to set a record for most fun anyone’s had at a wedding. Jake doesn’t leave Derek alone until he asks Kayla to dance. When Rooster allows Zach exactly one dance with Gabby before he swoops in, Natasha introduces him to one of her cousins who is much closer to his age anyway. Amelia and Soraya also find their way to the younger adult guests, and from the group’s growing exuberance and laughter, she suspects one of the Dagger Squad members passed along the tequila. Jake and Natasha jump into the photo booth as much as they can to be part of people’s memories from the night.

When Lise hands Natasha the mic for the bouquet toss, the DJ asks everyone to clear the dance floor. Natasha waves Sebastian and Luca up with a chair then looks around for Jake. He frowns in confusion when she asks him to come up, but he struts forward to take the seat she’s pointing to.

“For the civilians in the audience, this is a Navy tradition,” she announces. Understanding then amusement dawns on her husband’s face. “Jake thinks I talked him out of it because it’s usually sung to a civilian bride and yours truly is also a Navy aviator. Which is partially true. But then I thought, why not let me keep tradition?”

There are whoops and claps from those who know where this is going.

Jake laughs when she’s flanked by Coyote, Maverick, and the rest of the Dagger Squad still in their dress whites to back her up singing, “You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips.”

He allows her a few lines of “You’ve Lost that Lovin’ Feelin’” before he tugs her into his lap so that they end up singing to one another along with their friends. Already fairly drunk, she finds it hard to keep track of the lyrics with the heat that radiates off him and the glitter of mischief in his green eyes. Eventually she gives up and lets herself stare at his lips, swollen from all the kissing they’ve already done, while he and the guys sing the rest of the song to her.

“I should probably get some water after this,” she giggles when he and Bob have to help set her back on her feet.

Jake puts an arm around her and walks her to the edge of the dance floor. “Let’s get you some before you wind up for that toss, babe.” And almost like magic, a glass is passed into his hand. They share the water, Jake holding a napkin under her chin so she doesn’t wet her dress.

“Better?” he asks after they’ve had a second glass.

“Better,” she promises, smiling up at him gratefully. He tucks away a stray strand of her hair and gives her a hand up onto the music stage.

She takes the toss bouquet from Lise as the DJ cues “You Can’t Hurry Love” and calls all the unmarried women to the dance floor. There’s laughter when some of the guys join the crowd, including Fanboy and Derek who’s flirtatiously trying to edge out Kayla.

Natasha gives them a moment to prepare before she arcs the bouquet behind her. She turns in time to see Gabby remind everyone that she played volleyball as, barefoot, she explodes from the corner of the group into the air to grab the flowers before they reach the other outstretched hands. Only Amelia, perched on Soraya’s shoulders, comes close to catching it. Gabby lands gracefully despite the length of her dress. Their sister-in-laws, Sofia and Alicia, rush her eagerly. Jake and Luca clap a bright red Rooster on the shoulders as Gabby triumphantly holds up her prize.

As soon as she steps off the stage, Natasha’s college friends swarm her after requesting their freshman year pregame song “Paper Planes.” Nina makes sure she eats at least two of the several rolls that she saved from dinner. Jake leaves to change out of his dress whites for the rest of the night. When Gloria Estafan and the Miami Sound Machine’s “Conga” comes on, her dad and Luca sweep her into the salsa, stretching her very rusty skills. She’s grateful when they’re able to slow down to Santana’s “Oye Como Va.”

Before she can catch her breath, “Honky Tonk Badonkadonk'' comes on and Sandy and Jack tug her into the line dance. Natasha has to remind herself of the steps to keep up with the kicks and turns so it’s not until she looks around for Fallon and Zach, or even Nora, and notices they’re all missing.

Just as she realizes that a significant portion of the bride and groom’s parties have disappeared, “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)” parts the dance floor. At the laughter from the fringes of the crowd, Natasha turns toward the entrance of the hall in time to see Jake swagger in ahead of Bob, Coyote, Fanboy, Rooster, Zach, and Derek. They’re dressed in cowboy hats and boots, no jackets, with their sleeves rolled up to their elbows. Although all of them are hot as hell in their new outfits (they really do have some good looking friends) as they kick ball change toward her across the room, she struggles to look away from her husband’s cocky smirk and low buttoned shirt. Natasha is far from the only one to scream and clap her appreciation.

There’s more cheering when Fallon, Nora, Gabby, Nina, and Kayla follow them through the doors wearing cowboy boots with knotted crop top blouses and jean shorts. The noise only gets louder when they start raining fake money on “passing out hundred dollar bills” before everyone steps out to swing their hips.

The women skip up to the guys, all of them pairing off except Jake. Like the others, Fallon box steps around Bob as he sways his hips, hand on hat. Whistles split through the music, and the DJ has to turn up the song for it to be heard over the excited commotion of their audience. Rooster smoothly spins Gabby behind him, through his arms, and around front before swinging her onto his back. Carrying the women piggyback, the guys gallop through the tables, Jake grinning at her hands covering her open mouthed shock. On “save a horse, ride a cowboy,” the women remove the guys’ hats and wave them in the air.

When Jake reaches her, he hovers over her as he props his cowboy hat on her head before scooping her into his arms.

“Are you serious?” she laughs as he carries her toward the head table. Everyone claps along to the music and follows behind them.

“You asked for your cowboy to take you away. Here I am,” he tells her. She can’t deny it nor the alluring flush of exertion spread down his neck and across his exposed chest. Holding onto his hat so she doesn’t lose it, Natasha stretches up to kiss the hinge of his jaw. She’s not sure how Jake manages to capture her lips without slowing his pace, but that’s only another reason she thinks he’s one of the most amazing men she’s ever known.

Jake’s family considers the garter removal and toss tradition, but Natasha hadn’t been keen for the senior officers to see her with her husband up her skirt. The compromise is removing the garter behind the screen of the head table. With their friends dancing along, she doesn’t have to be the center of attention.

At the guitar solo, he sets her down in her dinner chair and gets down on his knees in front of her. Biting back an eager grin, Jake dips under the layers of her dress. Unable to resist, he caresses her calf and brushes his lips along her knee and inner thigh on his way up her leg.

Natasha can’t help the gasp that falls from her lips or the shiver along her spine when his teeth graze her skin as they close around the garter. Grateful that his cowboy hat obscures her face, she leans forward over his head as he expertly slides the garter off. He’s practiced removing it on several occasions before, although thankfully this time he does so without slipping his fingers between her legs.

On “sang her every Willie Nelson song I could think of and we made love,” Jake pops out of her dress. Cheeks ruddy and eyes dark, he steals another kiss and waves the lacy garment in the air for everyone to see, raising a loud round of cheers. He puts the garter between his teeth and helps her onto his back, dress hiked up, so they can join the line of their friends for the final chorus of “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” Singing along with her arm wrapped across his chest, Natasha waves his cowboy hat in the air as he spins them.

She rides Jake’s back to the music stage for the garter toss. While Zach and Gabby help her down without her dress riding up, the DJ clears all but the single men from the dance floor. Returning the favor after the bouquet toss, several women also jump in, this time with Kayla wrapped around Derek. Natasha’s fairly sure they aren’t going to get through the night without making out, if they haven’t already.

The garter toss song, “Gold,” starts up while their friends playfully shove one another out the way in anticipation of the toss.

Natasha stands aside for Jake to throw away her garter. He grins at her then launches it over his shoulder. This time, it’s Bob who manages to get enough vertical height to snatch it out of the air. There’s a shout, and Fanboy rushes him for a deep kiss that leaves Bob bright red and a little dazed when he waves the lace over his head.

Looking a little surprised at himself, he accepts the congratulatory back slaps, hair ruffles, and shoulder punches from his competition. To Natasha’s embarrassment, and everyone else’s approving amusement, he slides her garter over his hair as a headband.

Jake laughs and swings her down, still in his cowboy hat, to the dance floor as it fills again. She beelines for Bob to try to convince him to take her garter off his head, but Fanboy intercepts her arm and slings it over his shoulders. Bob takes her other one and they shimmy back and forth with her between them until she’s laughing too hard to worry about her friend’s headwear.

Payback seems to be enjoying Nora’s costume change, the two of them grinding to the music. Alexis and the other children have long since been sent back to the hotel, accompanied by a babysitter and one of Natasha’s pregnant cousins.

Rooster and Gabby dance just as closely, her jean clad hips held firmly in his hands, his hat on her head. Coyote’s plus one, Gina, also seems to be a fan of the cowboy attire with her fingers hooked through his belt loops. While Natasha dances with their friends, Jake pulls two of his younger cousins onto the floor and spins them.

As she suspected, Derek and Kayla soon sneak out onto the terrace. Amelia and Soraya don’t bother with discretion, making out in a corner of the dance floor until Penny ushers them off. Hopefully, Maverick doesn’t trace the heavily intoxicated young adults back to Coyote.

With the garter toss behind her, Natasha can change out of her wedding dress. Mama and Gabby accompany her to the suite where she and Jake had dinner to help her. With relief, Natasha finally has a chance to use the bathroom and freshen up before pulling on her wide-leg, one-shoulder white jumpsuit. Like her dress, the outfit has an understated elegance, adorned only with a draped bow over the shoulder strap and front pleats. Some, but not all, of her bridesmaids return in their green gowns.

The jumpsuit is much easier to dance the night away in, and Jake seems to like it as much if not more than her dress. He keeps sliding his hands into the pockets to touch her thighs and tease their crease, enjoying the way it makes her turn her head into his chest with a sharp intake of breath.

It’s her sword they use to cut the cake. As Nat King Cole’s “L-O-V-E” plays, Jake stands behind her and wraps his hands around hers on the hilt. She can feel his smile against her cheek. “Don’t miss!” he keeps whispering in her ear every time she tries to slice the cake until she’s giggling so hard, Natasha worries she might actually miss. As it is, their cut isn’t as clean as she’d like. He doesn’t smash the cake into her face, something she warned him would have dire consequences so help her it didn’t matter that they were married. Instead, he sweetly takes a forkful and feeds it to her, cupping his hand under her chin so none of it spills down her clothes.

What he does do, though, is take his bite then immediately kiss her so that she gets a mouthful of cake and frosting mixed with his tongue. Natasha reaches up to cup his neck and leans into her husband’s irresistible immaturity.

They spend the last songs of the evening saying goodnight and thank you to everyone who won’t be joining them at the after party, which is pretty much anyone older than they are to spare their careers. Maverick and Penny hug them hard and promise to see them at the late lunch the next day. Jake’s Naval Academy sponsor and his wife tell them how much they enjoyed getting to know their family. Warlock and his wife compliment them on a beautiful ceremony and fun night.

When “I’ve Had The Time of My Life” comes on to close the reception, the guests cluster around them clapping along to their last dance. Always ready to please a crowd, Jake lifts Natasha into the air. Not everyone knows the years she spent doing ballet so there are gasps of awe and excited surprise when she’s able to hold herself up before he lowers her into his arms. They sway with the other couples still on the dance floor until the music fades and the lights dim.

One final song, “My Life Would Suck Without You,” plays them out the venue and to their waiting limo through an arch of sparklers formed by their guests. They wave from the open window until the line of light disappears behind them. Buses will take the younger guests to a bar closer to their hotel for the after party.

As soon as he can, Jake pulls Natasha into his arms, his lips crashing into hers as his hands roam over all the places he’s wanted to touch but could only look at throughout the night. A strangled noise escapes his throat when he realizes that her jumpsuit can’t accommodate a bra, and he takes full advantage. It’s a good thing they’re done with professional pictures for the night because her hair is a wreckage of its bun by the time they’re delivered to their destination. Before they get out, Jake has to help her pick the bobby pins out of her curls so she can untangle and let them down.

They’re fully able to let loose at the after party, the bottle of tequila, now almost empty, making a second uninterrupted appearance for the Dagger Squad. There’s another dance floor, this one far more risque than the one they left behind. Payback is finally drunk enough to follow whatever Nora does. Amelia and Soraya clear half of the floor with their dance to Janelle Monae’s “Make Me Feel,” a wild blend of rehearsed choreography and drunk inspiration.

Natasha’s not sure how long Jake has her pressed up against the bathroom door, her arms stretched above her head with his tongue down her throat and hand down her jumpsuit, but by the time they get back to the party Coyote, Rooster, and Fanboy are doing their best Magic Mike impressions for Gina, Gabby, and Bob (who is still wearing her garter as a headband.) Natasha sips water and watches from Jake’s lap, his face buried in her shoulder and his breath hot on her skin while he calms his hard-on from their bathroom escapade interrupted by people too drunk to hold their bladder.

It’s the early hours of the morning when she curls into his side on their ride back to the hotel. They’re both drifting off when the driver opens the door for them. She packed lingerie in his favorite color for their wedding night, but she’s too tired to do more than scrub off her makeup and brush her teeth. He unzips her jumpsuit for her and carries her to bed naked. Jake’s shoulder is the only pillow Natasha remembers before she wakes up sprawled across her husband, the hand with her rings entwined with his and the ridge of his wedding band cool and solid on her back while his heart beat echoes in her ear.

She looks up to find him watching her, lying as still as possible so he didn’t disturb her sleep. He disentangles their hands to brush the nest of her hair out her eyes. “Good morning, Lieutenant Commander Seresin-Trace,” he murmurs, eyes glowing at her new name.

Dazed with sleep and happiness, she rests her chin on his pecs. “Mmm, good morning, Commander Seresin-Trace.” She presses a kiss to his heated skin. “I wish we could do it all over again,” she mumbles.

Jake pulls her up his chest. “That was the best day and night of my life, Nat, but I don’t think I’m going to mind the honeymoon.”

Somewhat nonsensically, she realizes, “But I’m not wearing honeymoon clothes.” She’s not wearing any clothes, for that matter. And from his slick hardness against her leg, neither is he.

He rolls her beneath him, and Natasha thinks with drowsy contentment as she stares up at the soft glow on his handsome face and disheveled blonde hair that she never wants to leave this cocoon of his heat and love. “Even better,” he says, his wedding band catching the light as he cradles her cheek to kiss her still slightly swollen lips.

Part I | Part II

Ode to Phoenix Masterlist

Hannix Football Rivalry Series AU

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autumntouched · 1 year

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that gif of glen holding the flowers is the equivalent of jake and natasha going to pick their daughter up from pre-k or kindergarten and all the moms (and honestly probably some of the dads) looking at him like 👁️🫦👁️ and he’s kind of oblivious to it as he has his daughter on his hip and nat just looks at him with a smirk 😏 she also probably kisses their daughter’s cheek and then kisses him in front of the moms

Um, yessssss 💗 Here’s a little something:

Natasha watches from the car as Jake strolls into the cluster of parents waiting to pick up their kids, a bouquet of flowers in hand for their daughter’s birthday. She doesn’t miss the heads that turn his way, the moms who suddenly huddle closer while they eye him, a few of the dads who stand straighter, chests out. Jake doesn’t seem to notice the giggles or the blushes that follow him. He’s too busy waiting to surprise Cici with her mother.

She’s been deployed for most of the school year so she’s only had a chance to meet a few of the parents. It looks like today is going to be a surprise for Cici and them.

Worried about disappointing their three-going-on-four year-old if Natasha’s deployment was extended, they hadn’t told Cici that she would be back in time for her birthday. Cici is expecting to spend the afternoon doing something special with her daddy.

The children burst through the doors and scatter to their parents. Cici practically flies to Jake who crouches to meet her. Natasha presses her knuckles to her mouth to hold back her tears watching the way her suddenly big girl throws herself into his arms. He swings her into the air, oblivious to half the mothers staring like their ovaries just burst.

Except for Jake’s eyes and a slightly lighter tint to her waves, Cici looks exactly like Natasha did at her age with her thick hair spilling out of the two braids that were neat when she left home that morning. She’s wearing her favorite unicorn dress, which Jake somehow managed to save from an orange juice mishap. Taking her cue when he turns, Natasha steps out of the car, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair.

Jake whispers something in their daughter’s ear, and her head whips around. Cici’s face lights up as soon as she sees Natasha and there’s a hint of Jake in the incandescent joy that breaks over her features. “Mama!” she shrieks, kicking her legs to be let down.

Natasha smirks as all eyes land on her and the other parents start to connect the dots. The ring on Jake’s finger belongs to her. She walks forward to claim her family.

Jake leans down with Cici still on his hip so she can put her arms around Natasha’s neck.

“Happy Birthday, bee,” Natasha murmurs, kissing her daughter’s cheek. Her eyes meet Jake’s, and she steps close enough to pull him down so she can kiss his mouth before she takes Cici from him. If he’s surprised by the gesture, he’s too eager to let it show, so happy to have his arms full with his wife and daughter and, what he doesn’t know yet, another Seresin-Trace on the way from her brief visit midway through deployment.

Cici’s much heavier than Natasha remembers when Jake hands her over, but she wouldn’t trade the weight of her daughter in her arms for anything. “You stay this time, Mama?” Cici asks solemnly before she lets herself get too excited.

Seeing her heart shatter at the innocent question, Jake rests a supportive hand between her shoulder blades.

“Yes, I’m going to stay this time,” Natasha promises. She can explain later that another deployment will come.

Cici hugs her tightly. “Daddy told me I could wish for you for my birthday! And I got it!

“Did he?” she asks, and Jake manages to make sheepish the sexiest, most adorable look in the world. Natasha decides she’s had enough fun making the other parents jealous. All she wants is to make up for the time she’s lost with her family. She starts toward the car. “What else did Daddy tell you?”

“You’re supposed to keep your wishes a secret, baby,” Jake cuts in quickly.

But Cici is on a roll now that her mama’s home. “He said that if I want a baby brother or sister he—what did you say, Daddy?”

Natasha pauses and turns, also wanting to know what he said. Jake blushes under Cici’s furrowed brows and Natasha’s raised ones. Realizing neither of them is going to relent, he lifts Cici’s flowers helplessly.

“I said I’d see what I could do to make that happen.”

She lets a slow grin spread across her face. “Cici, we might have to have a talk about being careful what you wish for.”

“Why do I have to be careful?” Cici asks as Jake’s eyes go wide and hopeful.

“I think Daddy and I should discuss that and the other things he told you that you could wish for first,” she deflects lightly with a playful kiss on Cici’s nose. “Unless he also told you to wish for ice cream.”

Cici jumps with her excitement, green eyes big and bright. “Ice cream! Can we get ice cream!”

Natasha’s answering smile feels like it will break her cheeks. “Yes, we can.”

“Daddy! We get ice cream!” Cici relays to Jake, who echoes back her excitement. At the car, Natasha sets Cici down so she can climb in herself. Jake helps her get strapped into her car seat then closes the door. They step back enough that Cici won’t be able to see them through the window. Not that she’s looking—she’s preoccupied with her flowers for now.

Natasha almost forgets they’re not alone the way Jake eyes her, gaze lingering over her breasts and abdomen.

“Commander Seresin,” a woman calls, “is that your—.”

Natasha reaches up and takes hold of his t-shirt to pull him back down to her mouth. “Looks like you’re going to have to remind everyone you’re married soon,” she murmurs against his lips.

“Later,” he grins, taking her by the hips. “For now, were you joking about Cici being careful about what she wishes for or…did we already grant that wish?”

“I was going to tell you later but since she brought it up—.”

He doesn’t let her finish, kissing her for all the parents to see. Natasha doesn’t mind. In fact, she enjoys it.

#i love your notes #talk to me #Hannix football rivalry

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autumntouched · 1 year

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that one kanye tweet that’s like “i need a room full of mirrors so i am surrounded by winners” is so hangman coded i’m dying

like just imagine him saying that to phoenix when she’s his fiancé/wife in the hannix football rivalry universe 😂😩

Warnings: NSFW just in case because this gets a little 🌶️ . No smut but racy texts. However, the Kanye quote comes before that if you want to stop after Nat’s response xx

I Need a Room Full of Mirrors

One of the reasons Natasha doesn’t mind shopping with Jake is that he has a fairly decent sense of fashion. Unlike the other men, who look bored out of their minds while they wait for their girlfriends or wives, Jake will put aside his phone to give her his genuine, enthusiastic opinion. And he doesn’t do it just for her—he’ll hype any woman who happens to be in the dressing room at the same time she is until all of them are going out to get his feedback on each outfit. Natasha can practically feel the smug glow on his face when he overhears them gushing to her about how lucky she is to have him.

The shop clerks love it too and will often slip them a discount, which Natasha can’t really complain about either.

“Mind if we stop in here?” he asks, hooking his thumb toward a menswear store.

She holds her hands out for the bags he insisted on carrying. “No, I got them, babe.” He drops a kiss on her forehead and strolls into the shop.

While he browses, she picks a few pieces for him and follows the saleswoman to the dressing rooms to wait for Jake. Natasha settles into one of the leather seats and responds to several texts from her brother.

“Right this way,” another saleswoman says a little breathlessly, cluing Natasha in to Jake’s approach. There’s a deep blush on the woman’s cheeks, and she tries to check the back of her hair while carrying some of Jake’s selections.

“I put the shirts I picked in that one,” Natasha tells him when he sets her bags down next to her. She points to the dressing room door where his name is written neatly in chalk.

Jake glances down the row of rooms and goes to what looks like a larger one at the end. He peaks inside. “May I use this one, ma’am?” he asks.

“Of course!” she exclaims, rushing to move his clothes at the same time Natasha asks, “What’s wrong with the one you have?”

“It’s not a problem!” the saleswoman chirps, nearly dropping her keys in her hurry to move everything from one room to the other.

“This one’s got more mirrors,” Jake tells her while he nearly sends the poor woman into shock when he brushes her hand taking a few hangers from her. Natasha fixes him with a raised eyebrow, and he flashes her a grin that looks fit to split his cheeks. “Babe, c’mon, I need a room full of mirrors so I’m surrounded by winners.”

The saleswoman giggles, but Natasha stands up and nearly chucks her phone at him. “Are you fucking kidding me? I must have been deprived of oxygen the day I agreed to marry you!”

That wipes the amusement off the woman’s face, but Jake doesn’t see from where he’s holding the door open. He pulls out his phone and taps it open.

“The room’s ready,” the saleswoman says, a lot less chipper than she was a few seconds ago.

“Appreciate it,” he smiles and disappears inside. Natasha’s phone buzzes.

Come inside. I have a few ideas about how to take your breath away enough to make you say yes to me all over

Natasha feels her face heat and glances around. Fortunately, the saleswoman scooted off as soon as she realized Jake wasn't available.

Show me later, and I’ll show you something else in the mirror, she sends back.

Wait. If it’s your middle finger again…

She stifles a laugh at that memory. No, unless you want to tell me where to put it this time. Better yet, maybe I'll let you show me...

One of the hangers falls to the floor, and Jake swears softly. Ok. Stop please or we’re going to have to leave

Natasha glances around and sinks back down into the chair so she can cross her legs against her own impatience. Lmao after you made that poor woman move all your stuff? I won’t let you

but maybe you were onto something with the mirrors 😉 do you want to know what thinking about seeing you shirtless from all those angles is doing to me?

Her phone buzzes with a picture of Jake’s tanned pecs and abs reflected three times over, his nipples hard from the cool air, their texts, or both, and yeah, he was fucking right about the mirrors.

Jake saunters out of the room in his first shirt. It’s not even buttoned properly. “How do I look?” he asks roughly.

Natasha uncrosses her legs. “Like a winner.”

#hannix football rivalry au #hannix football rivalry #natasha phoenix trace #jake hangman seresin #phoenix fic #natasha trace fic #i love your notes #talk to me #natasha phoenix trace x jake hangman seresin

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Day 5 of Ode to Phoenix:

Summary: Part of the Hannix Football Rivalry Series in which Jake is a Cowboys fan (lol like Glen) and Natasha is a 49ers fan (like Monica and me.) Jake proposes to Natasha

Pairings: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: PG-13/R. Kissing and a mention of having sex

A/N: This just kept getting bigger and bigger so the longer (smuttier) version of Pt. 1 is going to have to wait for another day. This fic has everything...football, music, a proposal! I invite you to dance along with Jake and Natasha. Churned out with no edits so please excuse any mistakes! The next few Ode to Phoenix posts will be shorter so I can get back to Talk to Me.

The Proposal | Pt. 2

Having grown up in the Bay Area and Colorado, Natasha isn’t sure she’ll ever get used to humidity. August in Virginia is stifling so everyone crowds inside during the day for the air conditioning. The house Jake bought when he was first stationed in Virginia Beach has three bedrooms but between her mom and his parents helping him move, that feels cramped. She’s grateful for their help setting up the house–the kitchen and living room are nearly done after only two days–but glad for the quiet when they go back to their hotel for the night.

“Want to go upstairs and work on the bedroom? I’ll finish up the kitchen,” Jake offers, closing the front door against the heavy air. “Or do you want kitchen duty?”

“All yours, handsome,” she says without hesitation. He grins. He earns a “handsome” for chores she’d rather not do. She pecks him on the mouth and heads upstairs to make the bed.

Natasha and Jake were lucky enough that they both managed to get stationed at Oceana, but he has to rotate ahead of her meaning that for a few months they’ll be long distance with two households. It’s the perfect opportunity for them to streamline the hodgepodge of belongings they’ve acquired between moving in and out with one another over the last two years so Jake asked her to fly in for the weekend to help him sort through everything.

Which makes sense on a practical level, but she’s starting to get suspicious of what other plans he might have while her mom and his parents are in town. Not that it doesn’t also make sense to have as many extra hands as possible because she has to fly out Monday and Jake will start work. At least tomorrow they get to take a break from unpacking–and her worrying that he’s going to drop down on one knee at any moment–to enjoy the Cowboys and 49ers facing off in a preseason game.

Well, maybe not enjoy because she’s going to be pissed if the Niners lose. A loss means having to wear one of Jake’s Cowboys jerseys for the rest of the weekend. But she’s looking forward to Payback and Nora coming by with their daughter Alexis. And Bob and Coyote. She’s excited that she’ll overlap with them and Mickey, who’s deployed at the moment. She talks to Bob in some way every day, but she misses seeing him.

Instead of working on the room though, Natasha finishes picking out her touchdown playlist for the next day. When Jake comes upstairs, she’s sitting cross legged on their very much not made bed. A pillow slams into her side, knocking her phone out of her hand. She looks up into Jake’s half annoyed half amused face. “Seriously, babe?” he complains.

“It’s not like we’re going to bed right now,” she defends herself. Most people assume Natasha is the household’s taskmaster but that would be Jake. Sometime during their relationship, she’d taken over managing their finances and taxes because Jake only did enough to keep them in order and left so much money on the table.

“Yeah, but I was looking forward to making out with you on top of a made bed.”

That catches Natasha’s attention. Oh. She grabs her phone and rolls off the bed. “One made bed coming right up.”

But when he notices that all she has on beneath his Navy t-shirt is a pair of boyshorts, he decides he can do without sheets. Jake hoists her up. Her legs circle his trim waist and squeeze when he kneads the curves of her ass. Her hair falls over her shoulder as she looks down into his burning green gaze and traces the lines of his smile with her thumbs.

Natasha is going to make a joke about him putting up with her but what comes out surprises both of them. “I love you, Jake.”

His whole expression shifts like the sun bursting from behind the clouds on an overcast day. “I was an idiot for every day I wasted not loving you,” he tells her.

She touches her lips to his in a succession of kisses that start brief and hard and become progressively slower and deeper. Natasha closes her eyes, arching into him as his arm, chest, and leg muscles tense and shift beneath and around her to slowly lower her to the mattress. The strength it takes for him to maintain control of their descent floods her with simmering heat. Her head rests on his outstretched arm as his tongue parts her lips. The room is quiet except for the rhythmic lap of their kisses, the soft sighs, faint moans, and sharp exhales as they put off the siren song of their arousal to revel in the intoxicating realm of their kisses.

Jake’s hand, rough from the work of moving, massages circles up and down her bare thigh. She gasps when his fingers trace the line where the fabric of her underwear meets skin. Natasha’s body stretches and trembles beneath his weight when Jake eventually makes slow, tender love to her.

She’s still feeling the faint, warm buzz of their night when she leans into the mirror to lay the strips of eye black across her cheeks for the game. Natasha checks her reflection. Her lucky childhood Montana 49ers jersey is now more of a crop top. Since Jake’s parents are here, she’s opted for a pair of high waisted, black shorts. She pins one side of her recently bobbed hair back. Not exactly her fiercest look for the showdown about to happen, but the eye black helps.

Downstairs, her mom and Sandy Seresin laugh when they see her game day get up. “Is the eye black really necessary?” Mama asks.

“I have to defend my turf,” Natasha insists, jumping in to help with preparing the food. Mama’s wearing her McCaffrey jersey in support of the Bay and Sandy is fully decked out in a Cowboys v-neck t-shirt and blue star earrings. Jake and his dad, Jack, are outside at the grill. It’s so hot she assumes they’ll want to shower and change when they come in.

Payback and Nora also laugh when she opens the door for them. “Y’all are really taking this seriously,” Payback observes with a roll of his eyes.

Natasha picks up Alexis for a hug and kiss. “Would you expect anything less?” she challenges, leading the way to the living room. Alexis is much heavier than the last time Natasha got to hold her and adorable with her hair cornrowed back into two little puffs. “How old are you, big girl?”

Alexis proudly manages to hold up three fingers after a little bit of a struggle. “Free!”

“Definitely a big girl then! Make sure you tell Uncle Jake you’re rooting for the 49ers today, okay?” Alexis nods solemnly.

“Phoenix, leave my child out of this!” Nora orders, following them into the kitchen with her platter of artichoke dip.

“Remember, you like the forty niners like Auntie Nat okay?” Natasha whispers to Alexis, tickling the little girl’s belly and making her giggle. “Can you say ‘Go Niners’?”

Alexis throws her fists in the air. “Go Nine-as!” she says with appropriate gusto. She must already be watching sports at home with her parents.

Natasha smirks at Nora’s tut of protest. “Perfect!”

She introduces Payback, Nora, and Alexis to her mom and Sandy. Jake comes downstairs in his Cowboys jersey. After he hugs Payback and Nora, he lifts Alexis into the air.

“Remember what we say to Uncle Jake today?” Natasha prompts from the refrigerator where she’s grabbing a round of beers for everyone. She tries to ignore the knot of excitement in her abdomen watching Jake holding a baby.

Alexis puts up her fists again. “Go Nine-as!” she says proudly. Alexis looks around, soaking up the uproarious attention that her cheer gets from the adults so she fortunately doesn’t see Jake’s face fall. He glares over at Natasha who raises a beer to him. Already 49ers one, Cowboys zero.

He’s heartened when Coyote arrives in a Cowboys shirt and Bob opts for entirely neutral attire, to Natasha’s vocal dismay. As her former backseater, he’s supposed to be on her side. It’s a nice house warming for their living room to be full of friends and family so soon. She ends up on the new sectional between Sandy and Mama during the pre-game show. Jake does most of the hosting because Alexis is busy playing with her Tiana doll in Natasha’s lap, the little girl’s head resting on her chest. Every time he passes her on the way to the kitchen, Jake finds some way to touch her and once he leans over to press a kiss to the top of her head.

When she glances up at him over her shoulder, she can see in his face that if it were up to him, they’d have their own baby on the way well before the end of the night. He’s going to have to slow his roll on that one though because she needs to get through this deployment tour. Which he knows because he’s the one who made sure that she got the job.

They’d found out through some friends that they were both in consideration for a position in the Strike Fighter Wing Atlantic command, a known stepping stone to admiral. Natasha was favored, and the Commodore was fighting hard for her. However, a few of the senior leaders were concerned that Jake and Natasha’s request to be transferred together with the anticipation of getting married meant an impending pregnancy. Of course, it was illegal for that to be a consideration but that didn’t stop those conversations from playing out behind closed doors. The Navy might be moving women up the ranks, but the infrastructure to support maternity leave was changing at a far slower pace and the command couldn’t afford to be down an officer.

And Jake was a convincing choice. No one would question his qualifications for the job, and it would be easier for them to start a family if she became an instructor.

Subtlety isn’t exactly her boyfriend’s strong suit. And he always says he doesn’t gamble with money because his whole career is enough of a gamble. Without telling her first, Jake took one of the biggest swings of his Naval career. He went to leadership and told them in no uncertain terms what her career meant to her and that if the Navy ever forced him into a corner of protecting his career or hers, hers would always come first. He’d leave the military before he’d let them pass her over for something she deserved. He was also ready to take further action if he felt she wasn’t being given a fair shot.

She’d only found out because Rooster barreled his way into their house, wide-eyed and incredulous, and demanded to know what Jake had done because a friend was asking whether he knew the aviator couple that had the Secretary of the Navy’s office in Washington in an uproar.

Natasha got her orders within a week. Jake sat patiently through her stern lecture about making joint career decisions before she fucked him senseless for going to bat for her.

After Jake brushes her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck on his way back from the kitchen, she catches Nora giving Payback a significant look. Her husband simply lifts his eyebrows and hides a smile in a sip of his beer. Nora comes over to take Alexis back just before kick off.

Jake sets the portable speaker on the coffee table. “Not that you’ll need it,” he tells Natasha smugly, “but got your touchdown playlist ready?”

“Touchdown playlist?” Sandy asks.

“Get ready,” Bob warns wearily. “You might see some things you wish you didn’t when their team scores.”

“I still have nightmares about Hangman doing the worm,” Coyote adds. He’s lounging in one of the armchairs with his ankle crossed over his knee.

“Remember there is a child here,” Payback says, looking pointedly at Jake and Natasha. “I’m not ready to start paying for her therapy.”

Jake settles back into the bar chair he dragged in for himself. “What are you worried about? She’s going to be inspired.”

Their friend knows them well enough to doubt that. Natasha decides to team up with Jake for the last time over the next few hours. “You should probably save your therapy money for when she sees you on a dance floor.”

The former Dagger Squad snickers remembering how Nora had genuinely feared her new husband was going to hurt himself dancing at their wedding reception. He’d had more to drink than any of them had ever seen the normally restrained aviator consume. Jake leans forward to high five her, and Payback glares at them.

“I think I like it better when you two are not on the same team,” he grumbles.

Things only get more riled up once the game starts. San Francisco gets the ball first, and Mama cheers as loudly as Natasha watching them move the ball down the field. They’re both on their feet waiting for a deep pass to spiral into the wide receiver’s arms. He manages to catch the ball and hold onto it before he goes down.

“Yes!!” they scream in unison, high fiving. They wave their arms at the TV. “Oh, oh, oh first down!”

And when Kittle secures the ball in the end zone Sandy finds out what the touchdown playlist is. Natasha selects her song. Tupac’s “California Love.” She does the first victory dance of the game in front of the wall mounted, large screen TV. To everyone’s delight, Mama immediately jumps up to join her. But it’s all over when Alexis realizes her cue and slides out of Payback’s lap to shimmy herself into the dance. And fortunately, she gets her rhythm from her mother.

Jack and Coyote hurry to move the coffee table against the wall before someone falls over it. Which is a good call because Sandy leaps forward several feet when the Dallas defense intercepts a pass. Alexis covers her ears at the Seresins and Coyote shouting for the safety to run the ball down the field while Natasha and her mom scream for the offense to stop him. The interception delivers Dallas a tie at the end of the first quarter, and Coyote, Jake, Sandy, and Jack push the boundaries of Payback’s warning, thrusting their hips to Sir Mix-A-Lot’s “Jump on It.”

And Natasha can’t help but laugh at the perfect pick when Jake gets in her face at, “And this where the Cowboys play. They battle with my team from the bay.” She squares off with him, brushing off the shoulders of her jersey.

The second quarter is tense and scoreless. Then McCaffrey scores half way through the third. As soon as Mama hears the LSJUMB’s version of “All Right Now,” she comes hurtling from the kitchen.

“What the–,” Jake demands, watching Natasha and her mom kick, twirl, and step their way through her mother’s Stanford Dolly routine. Although Mama is no longer the svelte, dark haired dancer she was during college, she has no trouble keeping up with Natasha. Alexis, fully committed to her role as a Niners fan for the game, spins along.

On cue, the two of them count, “Five, six, seven, eight!” and jump.

Out of breath, Mama collapses next to Sandy on the sofa. They giggle over the glimpse into Natasha’s childhood going to Stanford football games. “I’m going to pay for that tomorrow,” Mama sighs happily, pushing her gray-streaked curls out of her face.

Jake follows her to the kitchen when Natasha goes to grab a few more beers. Completely ignoring the fact that anyone could walk in, he hugs her from behind and rubs his hand over her exposed stomach. He kisses his way up her neck, his breath sending delightful shivers down her back. “I think I’m going to need a private performance of that routine some time,” he whispers before kissing the sensitive shell of her ear.

She clutches the beers to her chest and glances toward the archway that leads to the living room. The coast seems clear. Under the rattle of beer bottles, she murmurs, “Mmm, did my little show turn you on, Bagman?”

“You have any idea how hot you look right now?” he groans. “Even if you’re wearing the wrong team’s jersey?”

And mostly for her own self-control, Natasha butts him away from her. “Better simmer down there, hot stuff,” she cautions a little breathlessly. “And help me be a good host.”

He’s going in for a kiss when the living room erupts in cheers. “I think you’re up,” she says, glancing down at his crotch to make sure his dance moves are the only thing he’s about to show off. Jake groans and takes the hint. He swipes a carrot on his way out and pulls his phone from his pocket. “Shake Ya Tailfeather” blasts from the living room.

Natasha holds a beer to her cheek to cool her face. Jake, Sandy, and Coyote are taking it way too low when she gets back, but Alexis and Nora are doing the Harlem Shake so Payback is really outnumbered here. Natasha hands him a freshly opened beer and pats his shoulder. Luckily for him because he does not look prepared for Nora and Alexis to have their own choreography to Jake’s next touchdown pick, “Savage Remix.”

With the 49ers down by a touchdown going into the fourth quarter, Natasha yells herself hoarse. Bob finally remembers his loyalty and starts cheering with her. She’s so preoccupied with the close game that it takes her some time to realize how quiet Jake’s become. He doesn’t make a sound when the Cowboys nearly recover a 49ers fumble. When she looks back at him, he’s sitting forward in his chair, leg bouncing nervously. His lips are pressed together so tightly that he’s gone white around the mouth.

“Jake?” she asks. He doesn’t seem to hear her at first. “Jake, are you okay honey?”

He snaps up and pushes a hand into his hair. “Huh?” Sandy and Jack are staring at him too now. He blushes when he realizes that everyone’s attention is on him. “Just thinking of you stuck in a Cowboys jersey for the rest of the weekend,” he smirks, easing back in the chair and loosening his limbs.

It’s a lie, but he’s not going to tell her with everyone watching. Natasha goes back to the game, but a small part of her can’t help checking on him every now and then. He goes to the kitchen and comes back with a beer, looking a little more relaxed. And then the 49ers drive to the endzone with fourteen seconds left on the clock and decide to go for the safety.

Natasha practically stops breathing, her heart hammering a bruise into her ribs.

“What’s happening, Mommy?” Alexis asks, noticing how still the room has suddenly become. Even Nora’s too engrossed to answer.

With only a few seconds left on the clock, the 49ers muscle their way to a one point victory. Natasha explodes. “Yes!” she screams like her team just won the Super Bowl instead of a preseason match up. She runs to the TV and kisses each of the players on the screen.

“Phoenix, I just cleaned that!” Jake yells weakly over Bob, Nora, and Alexis celebrating with her. Even the Seresins seem to enjoy the good fun of a game hard fought, Sandy and Mama hugging.

Natasha spins, arms in the air. “You’re wearing my jersey now Bagman!” she shouts pointing at him. She runs to the sofa and puts on the song she saved for a Niners victory touchdown, “SF Anthem.”

“Do I have to put the jersey on now?” Jake groans.

“Do it!” Coyote shouts. “Let’s see your shame!”

Bob claps his hands, savage. “We won’t leave until you put it on!”

“Fine,” he grumbles, red in the face. “Where’d you put it?”

Jake had refused to even look at the jersey before the game, claiming that it was going to bring the Cowboys bad luck. Looks like that didn’t matter in the end.

She races past him up the stairs to get it from her suitcase. He stomps up behind her, pouting. Natasha rummages through her bag until she finds it, but when she turns around to give it to him he’s already holding one up. It looks a little small for him though.

A slow smile spreads across his face when he sees her surprise. “I figured that if I had to lose this one, we might as well be matching.”

“Matching?”

Jake’s eyes crinkle and his grin looks fit to burst his face as he turns the shirt around. “I can’t think of many circumstances under which I’d be rooting for my Cowboys to lose.” Her eyes fall to the name written across the back of the red jersey. Seresin. “But making sure the day I ask you to marry me is absolutely perfect for you is apparently one of them.”

Natasha’s brain is stumbling to catch up. “Is that for me?” she asks slowly as understanding dawns on her.

“I promise I have your ring, but our moms threatened to murder me if they didn’t get to see that part so your mom insisted on holding onto it,” he says, voice cracking. He clears his throat and laughs nervously at her open-mouthed silence. “But I thought–well, you mentioned once that you’d want it to be just us when I asked so–.”

“Yes.”

He gives her disgruntled look. “Nat, I haven’t asked yet!”

“I thought the shirt was–.”

“See! This is why people get down on one knee so the asking part is clear!”

A sly smile starts across her mouth. “Are you arguing with me or proposing to me?”

“Goddamnit, I don’t know! Both, I guess. But I love you for that too, Natasha Trace, because somehow even when we’re arguing I only find more reasons to love you. And you’ve taught me that we don’t have to argue for us to see eye to eye. People always say that the person they love makes them better, but I love you because you make everyone better, not just me. And I love that you know how much I love a show but that never stops you from reminding me in all the quiet ways every single day how much you love me.

Natasha swallows, trying not to choke or tear up but this time it’s a losing game. Jake’s face opens up like she’s never seen, every defense down with his soul laid bare to her. He comes to her, leaving the shirt on the bed so he can take her in his arms. Tenderly, his hand cradles her face, thumb swiping away the tears she’s given up holding back. When she remembers this night, there will always be his green eyes leading her heart to his.

He finishes barely above a whisper, every word forever meant only for them. “I love that you push me and challenge me in every way to be better but you’re always there when I fall short. I love that I look up to you more than anyone in the world not because you’re perfect but because you have the grace to realize no one is without letting that stop you from being better. And I love that you were right about not going down on one knee to ask you to marry me because it means I don’t have to let you go, and I never want to. So will you marry me, Natasha Trace?”

“I don’t ever want to let you go either, Jake, so yes.”

Just before he kisses her, Natasha’s heart beats one last time as her own.

Jake is game to wear his Niners jersey downstairs for the proposal in front of their friends and family, but she loves him enough not to want him to have to remember their engagement that way. So, instead, she changes into the Seresin jersey that he got her.

When they come downstairs hand-in-hand, she’s not quite so surprised to find that the number of people they left downstairs has grown. Her father, brothers, and sister are there, as are Rooster and Maverick. Jake’s cousins, Fallon and Zach, as close to him as siblings, are waiting too. Even with all the shushing, it’s still so loud and crowded in the living room when Jake goes down on one knee that Natasha is glad she was also right about it being just them when he asked for the first time.

But she’s very happy to say “yes” again and every day after.

Jake slides the delicate ring they'd picked out together onto her finger and dips her into a kiss that raises enough noise to shake the house.

It's not until Natasha is on the verge of sleep that something occurs to her. "Jake?"

"Hmmm?"

"What if the Cowboys won? What would you have done about the jersey?"

"Given you the Cowboys one."

Natasha flies up. "You got me a Cowboys jersey?"

"I'm sure you'll have a chance to put it to good use," he promises with a sleepy smirk.

E/N: Any thoughts on Jake and Natasha's first dance song for their wedding?

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Day 4 of Ode to Phoenix:

Summary: Part of the Hannix Football Rivalry Series where Phoenix is a 49ers fan and Hangman is a Cowboys fan. This is the sequel to Your Jersey or Mine?, which is NSFW and 18+ so you don't need to read it to follow this fic.

Jake is planning to propose to Natasha

Pairings: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: PG-13 with the innuendo. There's definitely a smuttier version but in case that's not for everyone, I'll post separately.

A/N: Apologies in advance to anyone who has a Christmas or holiday engagement! We're still in the universe where Natasha's parents got divorced when she was a kid so she has some things that she's working through.

The Proposal | Pt. I

Natasha lays back in the passenger seat scrolling through Instagram on their way home from a short snowboarding trip in between Christmas and New Year. Post after post announces people’s engagements to “their best friends.” She rolls her eyes and looks over at Jake.

Since their conversation about Super Bowl babies earlier this year, she’s had a growing, sneaking suspicion that he’s getting close to popping the question. Jake can be impressively discreet when he wants to be, so it’s her mom’s silence on the topic of their relationship that has tipped her off. And Gabby suddenly finding every reason under the sun to ask how she’s doing. So she sees this as the perfect opportunity to set some guidelines for his plans.

“I feel like Christmas engagements are so cliche,” she sighs. Natasha practically sees his ears perk up even though he strains to keep his eyes on the highway.

“Oh yeah?” he asks casually. He’s definitely on high alert because his shoulders are raised and tense.

“Yeah, everyone does it.”

He checks the lane to their left like he’s looking for an opening, but she knows he’s calculating his next step in this conversation and doesn’t want her to see his face while he’s doing the mental math. “Well, isn’t that when they’re most likely to be with their family?”

So he’s contemplated that scenario. Before they started dating–more like fell into dating and then stumbled into a relationship–neither she nor Jake had thought particularly long or hard about marriage. Getting married isn’t something even now that they feel personally inclined to rush into even though they both know this is it for them. Or at least she doesn’t. For all he likes to flaunt the rules, Jake can be surprisingly traditional. But if it weren’t for the Navy and the logistics of their careers, he would have had to do a lot more work to persuade her to marry him.

“Yeah, but it’s Christmas. What if they get divorced or one of them dies? Then that’s always going to hang over the holiday.”

It’s a real fear and reservation she has, so when he looks over at her there’s a softness in his face. People had laughed her off for saying that for so long that she’d stopped admitting it aloud and then even to herself. Which meant that it took several explosive fights for him to figure out why she wasn’t being her usual pragmatic self about his logical arguments for why they should get married.

The thing about Jake is he never makes her promises he knows aren’t in his control to keep. They’re both too honest for that. So he doesn’t promise to never leave her. What he does promise is, “You were doing just fine before I came along and even after, so the only thing I can know for sure is you’ll always be strong enough to go on without me.” She knows that doesn’t mean he’ll walk out on her because every day he does something to show her that she’s become the most important thing in his universe. Because Jake can also be surprisingly romantic, which is probably why Christmas floated through his mind. And he would want their families to be there.

He has to turn his eyes back to the road, but he reaches out and rests his steady, warm hand on her shoulder. His thumb runs soothingly along her collarbone. “Why don’t you tell me what other days are off limits to propose?”

“I’m not ruining anything?” And if there’s any sign that she’s fallen hook, line, and sinker for Jake “Hangman” Seresin, it’s that she would let him propose on Christmas if that’s what he truly wanted. How is she the same woman who used to block the number of any guy who had the audacity to send her a good morning text after a first date?

“Sweetheart.” He only uses “sweetheart” when he knows she’s at her most vulnerable. “The only thing I care about is making sure the day that I propose to you is one of your happiest memories.” Natasha’s gone from rolling her eyes at engagement posts to nearly crying at how much she loves him. She kisses his thumb on her shoulder. It’s the closest thing to his mouth that she can reach without causing an accident. And because he has to go and ruin every sweet, heart tugging moment, he adds, “I mean, until the day I fuck it up and then hopefully it’s not a day you mind letting live on in infamy.”

She laughs and tries to ignore the clench between her legs when the pad of his thumb strokes her bottom lip. He flashes his dimples at her, and the heat in the look they exchange promises they won’t be unpacking the car when they get home. “Don’t do it on my birthday, okay? Ideally not at all in October because that’s my favorite month. Or Christmas or New Year’s Eve. Or New Year’s. Not Thanksgiving. Or Labor Day. God, please not Valentine’s Day. That would be the only circumstance under which I’d say ‘no’ without changing my mind.” She’s joking. She’d always say “yes,” but she’d be forever furious about it.

“Noted. So when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you’re not the girl who wants the rest of her life to start as soon as possible. Just at the next most convenient date?” And although When Harry Met Sally is one of her favorite movies, and she’ll make him watch it again for New Year’s Eve in a few days, she nods at his gentle teasing.

“That’s the only thing that’s wrong in an otherwise perfect movie,” she points out. “If Sally can never order what’s on the menu, wouldn’t she be just as picky about the day Harry proposed?”

Jake shakes his head at her but gives her a wry, loving smile. “It’s supposed to be romantic, babe.”

She tucks her hair behind her ear and wriggles around so she’s facing him in her seat, propped up on her elbow. Natasha reaches out and rubs her hand over the top of his upper thigh. “Well, I think it’s very romantic that you asked me what I wanted.”

He groans because this conversation and her hand have very clearly started to strain the zipper of his jeans. “There are too many cops along here for me to pull over.”

“Better drive fast,” she grins.

“Now who’s reckless?” he grits out.

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i see your nat wearing jake’s cowboys jersey and i raise you nat wearing a dcc uniform, white cowboy boots and all

Y’all about to put Jake in the hospital 😭😂🔥

“What if we’re Baby and Johnny for Halloween?” Jake suggests the first week of September. He’s throwing together dinner for them while she works on crocheting a baby hat for her cousin.

Natasha grins. “I already have my costume for this year. You’re going to have to go solo, dickhead.”

“You picked a costume without me?” he whines like they’ve stuck to any of the other predictable couple norms in their relationship so far. Not that they’re even officially a couple.

“I thought it would be fun to surprise you.”

“You could’ve at least given me a heads up that was the plan,” he grumbles.

“Consider this the heads up then,” she tells him and counts out her stitches.

He turns to her from his stove. “You’re not even going to give me a hint what it is then?”

Natasha has to bite back the excited smile trying to give away her secret. “Why don’t you surprise me with yours? Call it even.”

Jake considers that as he stirs his homemade sauce. Then an evil grin spreads across his face, and Natasha wonders what she may have gotten herself into. “Deal,” he says. She loses count of her stitches again.

For the next several weeks, the tension of expectation builds as they catch one another smiling secretly and quietly to themselves. Coyote officially invites them to his Halloween bash. Natasha finds Jake peeking through her closet under the guise of helping her put her folded laundry away, and she’s glad she knows him well enough to have stored her costume at Bob’s. She does her own snooping at his place when he’s in the shower one morning, but he knows her too, and she can’t find even a clue before he emerges with his towel wrapped around his waist.

Bob offers to drive both of them to Coyote’s, and they agree to meet at her house so her wizzo only has to make one stop.

The night before, Natasha puts her hair up in pin curls so it will hold the shape through the party. She irons the costume Bob brought to work for her and hangs it up.

Her hair come out perfectly when she lets it down in time to fall some before they leave. Anticipating the look on Jake’s face when she opens the door, Natasha grins widely as she runs her fingers through the curls to stretch them into waves. She embellishes her heavier makeup with glitter and goes all out with falsies.

She opts for a push up bra under the Cowboys blue long sleeved blouse she ties between her breasts. Beneath the cheek high white shorts, she slides on a nude micro thong. Let Jake enjoy the whole package. She buckles the star studded belt low on her hips, shrugs into the mini white fringe vest, and pulls on the calf high white boots Jake’s mom sent her. She’d splurged, expecting this might not be the only time she wears them. The white cowboy hat stays in the closet. Her blue and white pom poms will be enough to keep track of, and Jake can enjoy the hat and boots another time with less in between.

She’s gone all out with the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader costume. It occurs to her as she looks herself over in the mirror that she’s never put this much thought or planning into what would turn someone on. Usually whatever is in her closet or drawers is enough. But with Jake…well, she wanted something meant just for him. And she doesn’t particularly want to think about what that means. They’re just having a good time. Exclusively with one another. Enough for Jake to expect them to wear matching costumes.

Just before he’s supposed to arrive, Natasha puts on the Cowboys’ anthem “How Bout Them Boys.” The tequila, limes, and salt are ready on the counter. The doorbell rings, and she does one last once-over in the mirror, fluffing her hair out, before hurrying to get it. He has her key but promised not to accidentally ruin the surprise by letting himself in.

She opens the door, and Jake’s jaw hits the floor. It’s a funny look on the normally suave Indiana Jones he’s dressed as, as ruggedly handsome in a jauntily tilted brown fedora, brown leather jacket over a deeply unbuttoned white collared shirt, with a whip at his hip.

But fuck, if he didn’t know what was going to make her worry about her white shorts showing too much. She’s slammed against the wall before she even tracks his movement. He has enough sense to kick the door shut behind him so her neighbors don’t get a front row view of his mouth and hands all over her, her leg hitched over his hip.

“I must be fucking dreaming,” he mutters between hard, ravaging kisses, his thumbs somehow already gliding under the hem of her blouse and bra with hands splayed across her bare sides. If she doesn’t get control of the situation, they’re not making it to Coyote’s party. But that’s a hard thought to follow with her palms already running over the ridges of his abs.

“The party,” she gasps before he claims her mouth again. They’re not going to be able to pregame like she planned because she’s sober and already tugging at his belt, gasping at the clinks of metal.

“Fuck the party,” he growls, tossing his hat away so much like Harrison Ford that Natasha’s knees give enough for her to slide down the wall.

She catches herself on his arm and the knee he’s thrust between her legs, and aren’t they too old for Halloween parties anyway? Natasha grabs the chiseled sides of his cheeks and pulls him back down to her mouth.

Bob’s ringtone blasts through her speakers and their hastily changed plans. She drags her mouth away from his. “We can do this,” she pants heavily, strong arming his shoulder to keep him at bay. “Go to the party. Leave early. Enjoy the rest of the night.”

He groans and lets his head fall to her arm. “I’m supposed to watch your ass in that all night and control myself?”

She whispers his reward for doing so in his ear, and he looks up at her through burning, indignant eyes.

“Fine,” he agrees, straightening up and fixing his costume. Natasha has to go the bathroom to retie her blouse after he attempts to help her and accidentally, probably on purpose, undoes it. Her face is too done up to splash water on so she paces until she’s pulled herself together.

She gets in front with Bob when he arrives to pick them up so Jake won’t be tempted to let his hands wander. He sits in back alone, arms crossed over his chest like a kid that didn’t get his way.

Bob takes one look at her in the front seat and one look at him in the rear view mirror and says, “You each owe me two hundred bucks if you hook up or fuck anywhere other than one of your houses tonight.” He doesn’t even bat an eye at the shock on her face or sullen scowl on Jake’s. “And you might want to pull your collar up, Phoenix, you already have a hickey.”

A/N: Anon., anyone want to let me know what Natasha promised Jake if he behaves? Does Bob make $400 for the night?

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