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bradshawssugarbaby · 2 months

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Girl, You're My Angel - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

summary: Bradley Bradshaw's a down on his luck first baseman in the MLB, struggling to find his stride in the game he loves so much. A wedding invite from his ex-wife is enough to convince him to go for a drink, trying to forget about everything going on. He wasn't banking on meeting you though.

pairing: baseball!Bradley Bradshaw x reader (nicknamed Angel)

warnings/content: baseball au, mentions of divorce, smoking, alcohol, reference to drunk driving, bar fight, mentions of blood, Bradley having a dirty mind.

word count: 3k.

taglist (also tagging those who were interested in Take One For The Team since it's a similar vibe and explains the lack of updates lol): @avengersfan25, @jessicab1991, @atarmychick007, @b-bradshaw, @nouis-bum, @mamachasesmayhem, @floydsmuse, @kmc1989, @dckweed, @katfanfic, @nerdgirljen, @whatislovevavy, @mrsevans90, @averyhotchner, @yuckosworld, @tgmreader, @allepaula, @lourd-ita, @mariaenchanted

The booming bass drum of a classic rock song thumped in your head as you gripped the cocktail glass in your hand. The liquid sloshed around in the glass as you danced, swaying to and fro with your best friends, trying your best to enjoy yourself on your girls’ night out. Your finals had just wrapped up, and you were this much closer to earning your masters, the only thing standing between you and getting that embossed sheet of paper, was your grades. To unwind after the cram sessions you’d mustered your way through for the past month, your friends dragged you out to some new amusement bar in the Gaslamp Quarter.

Across the bar, on the other side of the room, stood Bradley Bradshaw, a once promising baseball star who now, had earned himself a reputation as the MLB’s resident asshole - unable to take criticism or a loss without lashing out at someone. His recent stunt involved hurling his baseball bat across the diamond when he struck out in practice, frustrated with his sudden lack of skill, a skill that once came so naturally to him when his mind wasn’t preoccupied.

The invitation had come in the mail two days before the bat throwing incident. His ex-wife, the one who left him two and a half years ago, was remarrying the fucking prick she cheated on Bradley with. The invite had come completely out of the blue, and when Bradley opened it, he felt all of the air leave his lungs as his fingers traced over the gold embossed lettering, donning her name and the name of her new fiancé. He’d never admit it to anyone, but that single piece of cardstock had been enough to reduce him to tears, slumping down the kitchen wall as he hugged his knees to his chest, crying loud enough that it made him thankful he had no neighbours near by.

Bradley had pulled himself together, lit a cigarette from the pack he’d been nursing for the last few months, reserved only for social events and times of pure stress, and got in his vintage Ford Bronco, his first purchase when he signed his first contract. Taking a drag from the cigarette, his brown eyes scanned over San Diego’s downtown core as he cruised past a few of the typical nightlife spots - each one a little too public for what he wanted. All other options exhausted, he pulled up outside of a newer bar that had opened the previous week, neon lights advertising an arcade on one side and drinks on the other.

He figured if nothing else, a couple of rounds of Pac-Man on an old video game after a handful of beers might do him good. He could leave the Bronco parked there and walk to the hotel around the corner, and forget about how his ex-wife’s wedding was coming up in six months, how she’d had the audacity to invite him to see her marrying the guy he’d walked in on her with.

He sidled up to the bar, nodding his head to the bartender in thanks as he ordered himself a beer. Standing across from him was a group of women, not much younger than him, gossiping and giggling together. He sized the group up, thinking to himself that maybe a one-night deal was what he needed to take his mind off his ex.

You were the tallest girl of the group, with bright eyes, and hair brushed back in a sleek, high ponytail, sporting a form-fitting cocktail dress that made Bradley’s heart race when he saw you. He pounded back the rest of his beer, trying to find his confidence in himself once again in the comfort of the drink.

Bradley set his empty bottle down on the bar top before walking his way around the circular counter. He rested his elbow on the bar, leaning in with a broad smile as you looked in his direction. He offered a polite wave of his hand, chuckling awkwardly as he felt his confidence wavering as he spoke to you.

“Hey, could I buy you a drink? He said simply, his Virginian accent dropping into a thicker drawl than usual.

“I’m good, thanks, still got one,” You held up your half-full glass and shook your head politely, not wanting to reject him too brutally.

Bradley nodded his head once at you, his smile faltering for a second. He quickly regained himself, smiling once again politely before grabbing himself another beer and heading over to the arcade, resolving that a couple of old-school video games might make his night a little better.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to rejection - he’d been turned down almost as often as he’d been accepted, but for some reason, your rejection stung just that little bit more. Maybe it was the wedding invitation still making things sour, or maybe it was the fact that the mere sight of a girl hadn’t been enough to make his heart accelerate like this in a long time. He shook his head once, trying to focus his train of thought once again on something, anything other than what was currently occupying it.

Baseball? Too stressful, his game was starting to slip up on him. Buying a puppy? No, it’d just be one more thing he could let down. Hitting the gym? He already went 6 days a week - if he went any more frequently, he’d have to consider moving his bed in there.

His mind raced as he pressed the buttons on the video game, moving the small yellow circle across the screen, collecting points between sips of beer. Behind him, he heard a couple of guys shouting at a tv screen, the sound of the latest sports highlights blaring out in the background.

“This Bradshaw asshole needs to get his shit together. Twenty-nine and he plays about as well as my ten year old. Drop him down to the minors or get rid of the bastard. He shouldn’t be missing plays like this.” One of the voices shouted at the tv, his friends nodding their heads in silent agreement with his rant.

Bradley felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention as the insults about his playing continued to spout from this guy’s mouth. He couldn’t have been much older than Bradley was, one of those armchair commentators who probably hadn’t swung a bat since Little League. As the criticism continued, each jab focused directly at Bradley’s game performance, missing one play that cost a game - one that he’d already been feeling pissed off about - it became harder to ignore.

“I bet that hot little piece of ass wife of his left him because she knew he was a dogshit baseball player.”

Bradley spun around on his heels so fast that he swore the room was spinning. He turned to face the group, crowded in a corner in front of the tv, faces all glued to the female commentator. Bradley could practically hear the derogatory thoughts they were having about her and it only fuelled his anger more.

“Hey, man, if you’ve got an issue with how I play the game, I’d like to see you get off your ass and go play nine innings against Boston. Keep my ex-wife’s name out of your mouth.” Bradley scoffed, narrowing his dark brown eyes at the trio.

“You got a problem, jackass?” The other man growled, raising an eyebrow at Bradley as he slammed his drink down on the table. “She probably left you for that rookie because even she knew you weren’t good for anything.”

“That so? Your wife would probably like to go a couple rounds with me though.” Bradley retorted, a devilish smirk forming on his face as he folded his muscular arms across his chest.

Before Bradley had time to blink, the man drew back his arm and landed a hard punch to Bradley’s jaw. Bradley quickly delivered a stronger hit to the man’s face, watching him stumble backwards for a second. Bradley turned around and walked outside, getting ready to light another cigarette as he ran his hand over his jaw, assessing if he had any damage to worry about.

The man returned, practically running outside after Bradley. More heated words were exchanged, insults flying between them both before the man delivered another hit, this time to Bradley’s nose. He shook his hand off and headed off down the street with his friends, disappearing off to the next bar. Bradley held his nose, blood dripping down from his nostrils and onto his hand.

You and your friends had heard the commotion when it unfolded inside, and decided to head out, having enough excitement for one night. As you stepped out, you saw the man who’d hit on you earlier, this time with his nose bleeding onto the pavement under him. You ran over to him, raising an eyebrow.

“What did you do, hit on a girl who had a boyfriend?” You asked playfully as you rooted through your purse for something to help clean his nose.

“Called a guy out for saying my ex-wife was a “hot piece of ass”, actually,” Bradley nodded once, gratefully taking the tissues from you and using them to clean his nose.

“Stick your hand out for a sec,” you instructed, squirting a dollop of scented hand sanitizer into his large palm before raising an eyebrow at him, “You don’t have anything I could catch from helping you without gloves?”

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?” Bradley scoffed, trying to laugh but wincing instead, “And why the fuck does my hand smell like a flower?”

“Lavender hand sanitizer. It’s not as good as washing your hands, but it’ll do while we’re outside. And I’m going to hold the tissues in place while you rub it into your hands, but I don’t want to catch something. I’m just fresh out of latex gloves.”

“Good thing. I’m allergic,” he laughed, shrugging his shoulders as he tried to brave through the pain, “I’m clean. You’re fine. I get drug tested and physicals through work constantly.”

“What kind of a job provides those? Military?”

“Professional athlete.” He nodded as you pinched the tissues to his nose, applying pressure to help with the bleeding. “Fuck, that hurts.”

“Your nose is broken, it’s suppose to hurt.”

“What are you, a doctor?”

“No, just wrote my finals for a masters in nursing.”

“Close enough,” Bradley nodded slightly, cringing as you continued to apply pressure to his nose.

You rooted through your purse, laughing softly as you pulled a tampon out of your bag. Bradley raised an eyebrow at you, not quite registering what the item was until you pulled the plastic wrapping off of it, stuffing the garbage back into your purse.

“What the fuck do you plan on doing with that?”

“I need to stick it up your nose on the left side. It’s bleeding more than I’d like to see, and a broken nose should probably be set in a medical setting. This way, you won’t bleed all over my car.”

“Your car? You’ve been drinking.”

“Half a vodka-cran over the span of three hours? I think I’m probably not gonna blow over the limit.”

“You are not sticking that up my nose,” he replied stubbornly, arms folding over his chest like a petulant child.

“Look at your shirt,” you laughed, gesturing to the white floral print button down he was wearing, its collar now tinged with red and pink splotches.

“Fine,” he said with a reluctant sigh, “but if anyone finds out about this, I’m denying it.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you nodded as you offered him the plastic applicator.

Bradley rolled his eyes and reluctantly pressed the bottom of the applicator, pushing the tampon into the edge of his nose. He looked at you with another dramatic eyeroll and shook his head before walking down the street to a garbage can. He discarded the applicator before turning to face you, sighing.

“I can take myself to a hospital, you know.”

“I’m already here, I may as well come with you. Besides, I feel kinda bad about turning you down.”

“Oh, so you’re taking care of me out of pity?” He teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe. Even more so with a tampon hanging out of your nose.”

“It’s quite the fashion statement, isn’t it?” He laughed softly, unbuttoning his dress shirt. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, revealing a clean white t-shirt.

You unlocked your car, the familiar beep as the doors unlocked causing Bradley to stifle a laugh.

“What is that?!”

“My car,” you responded matter-of-factly, “What does it look like?”

“One of those cars for a Barbie doll that my goddaughter plays with,” he said as he flourished his hand, gesturing to your pink steering wheel cover and coordinating seat cover.

“Listen, I like pink. Now are you getting in, or do I have to make you?”

Bradley’s eyes widened for a moment, your playful threat of making him get into the car sending his mind into a frenzy again. He eyed you up and down again, and found himself shaking his head as he wondered what colour underwear you had on under your dress. He bet it was probably a coordinating pink set - the kind that Victoria’s Secret mannequins would model in the store window, with delicate little bows or lace or something adorning them.

Focus, Bradley. She doesn’t want to sleep with you. Stop thinking about her.

He sat down in the passenger’s seat, watching as you hopped into the driver’s side. As you pulled away from the curb, he raised an eyebrow at your choice in music as Taylor Swift started blaring from the speaker.

“You can change it if you want to,” you nodded. “You can put on whatever.”

“No, no, It’s fine. I actually like this song.”

“You said you’re a professional athlete? What sport do you play?”

“Baseball,” he said, slowly nodding his head, “my headshot’s on a flag outside of Petco Park.”

“I thought I recognized you, you’re that player everyone always talks about, right?”

“Unfortunately. It’s rarely good things.”

“How come?”

Bradley sighed, raising an eyebrow, “You know they talk about me but not why?”

“I don’t follow baseball, I've actually never even seen a game, live or on tv. I just know my friend does and she told me everyone talks about you. Bradshaw, right? Number 10?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Bradley Bradshaw. First baseman, used to have a promising career, then, you know, wife cheats on me with a rookie from a rival team, catch her in a hotel room that I paid for with him, and then, despite me stupidly telling her I forgave her and you know what, I was pissed, but I loved her anyway and I blamed myself for her cheating, she served me divorce papers. Said I was incapable of loving anything but baseball. Says the woman who refused to do anything with me when I tried to be loving and affectionate. My friends swear she only married me for the status and the paycheck. Her new fiancé just signed a multi-million dollar contract that’s being talked about as one of the highest in the league, so it sort of checks out.”

“Jeez,” you whistled, shaking your head, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. It was two and half years ago. I just, I haven’t found my stride again yet, I guess.”

“Is that why you got defensive about her?”

“They said she left me for this other guy because she knew I was a dogshit ball player. I mean, it’s probably not far off. But, I got an invite for her wedding in the mail today, and I was already on edge, so I sort of…snapped.”

“She invited you?!”

“Yeah, like that, huh? She probably thought I have someone new I’m seeing and that we could still be friends or some shit.”

“So you need a date?”

“I’m not going,” he said firmly, shaking his head. “I’m not going.”

“Why not? Free drinks for a night, you can wish her well while secretly hoping her husband’s ball career washes out on him in a year or two.”

Bradley chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he gestured his hand towards you, “I like your thinking actually, but I’m not going alone.”

“I’ll go with you,” you offered, shrugging your shoulders, “When is it?”

“In six months, you don’t need to come with me though. I’ll send her some cheap gift and call it a day.”

“No,” you insisted as you pulled into a parking space at the hospital’s urgent care clinic, “I’ll come with you. I love a good revenge story. Besides, it could be fun. I’ve never partied with a bunch of baseball players before.”

“You’re…you’re something else, you know that?”

“You mean, you don’t have dozens of women offering you a tampon to stop your nosebleed, driving you to the hospital and then offering to accompany you to your ex-wife’s wedding date?” you challenged.

“Can’t say that I do, no.”

“Well, I’m honoured to be your first.”

Bradley couldn’t help his ear to ear grin as he followed you into the hospital. Despite his bloodied, battered nose, which was hurting more than he cared to let on, and his fledging career, falling apart around him as he stood there, he felt genuinely excited. Excited to get to know you better. Excited to see where things went with you. He felt a promising sense in your words - like maybe, just maybe, he might be able to be done with one-night-stands and empty beds in the morning. He felt giddy, like a teenager going on a first date with his high school crush. He wasn’t sure if it was the pain from his nose or the alcohol talking, but he was almost convinced you were a guardian angel of sorts. Refusing to believe that someone like you could be anything but.

First things first though, he needed to bring you to a baseball game.

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beyondthesefourwalls · 5 months

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The Great Escape

Summary: All you wanted on your wedding day was some time alone with your new husband. Luckily for you, Javy was more than game to make an escape and has just the hiding place in mind.

Pairing: Javy Machado x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Suave Javy and fluff for days.

Notes: Back on my Javy agenda. Written for @thedroneranger's pick your poison challenge, with one of the prettiest boards I’ve ever seen. I’m so excited to be able to post it on her birthday of all days!

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You couldn’t contain your giggles as you slipped out of the ballroom, the sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and early 2000’s hip hop quieting as the ornate doors closed. All of your loved ones remained behind it, celebrating and more than halfway drunk from the open bar. But you and Javy craved a moment alone, and you were determined to get it, even if it meant sneaking out in the middle of an orchestrated dance battle Jake had agreed to start on your behalf.

One hand held the skirt of your dress up as the other was held firmly in his as you hurried down the long hallway, the sound of your heels clicking against the pristine granite floors mixing with both of your laughter.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” you urged, picking up your pace. Your mother hadn’t been far away from you all night, and you knew without a doubt she would notice you missing immediately and go looking for you. Like you thought it into existence, the door to the hotel ballroom opened just as you rounded the corner, Javy skidding in his shiny black shoes as he tried to keep pace with you without losing his grip on either your hand or the chilled bottle of Prosecco he had swiped from the bartender on your way out. You picked up into something closer to a sprint as she started calling your name.

You made a split-second decision and veered off into a stairwell, the heavy metal door hitting against the walls and echoing in the space. Javy’s body pushed yours into the cold, tiled wall, shushing you quietly even as he struggled to contain himself. You tried to stifle your echoing giggles, hoping to remain hidden. You both held your breath at the sound of clicking heels right outside the door, but once they passed by and didn’t return, you burst into more laughter.

“Wanna hang out here for a minute?” you asked, leaning against the wall as you caught your breath. Javy looked at you with a warm glint in his dark eyes, his lips curved into a smile just for you. The dim light filtering through the narrow windows cast gentle shadows on his face, and you could see when the look turned mischievous.

“I have a better idea. Come on, Mrs. Machado. Hike up that skirt, we’re going up.”

You squealed when he slapped your butt playfully, but the name sent a thrill through you that you didn’t even try and hide. You followed him up the stairs, your dress once again bunched in your hands. By the time you made it to the top, there were tears in your eyes from how hard the two of you laughed as you tripped over the material more than once.

“Why did I wear a ballgown?” you panted as Javy pushed open the door to the roof. He snorted, and the two of you spoke at the exact same time when you said:

“Your mother.”

“My mother.”

You laughed again as you stepped out onto the rooftop terrace, the cool night air hitting your flushed cheeks and providing a welcome respite from the chaos of the wedding reception. The San Diego city skyline twinkled around you as you took a deep breath of fresh air, taking it all in. The night breeze tousled your hair as you stood there, reveling in the stolen moment of solitude and embracing the peace that came along with it. It was the first time you had been alone with Javy since you slipped the new piece of hardware on his finger and said I do just a few short hours ago.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, the cool bottle of the prosecco still clutched in his right hand chilling you when it bumped against your arm. "Mrs. Machado," Javy whispered against your ear, his voice filled with tenderness. He peppered gentle kisses along your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You tilted your head to the side, savoring the sensation as he continued to shower you with his affection.

“I love the sound of that,” you admitted freely.

Javy hummed in response, turning you in his arms so that you were facing him. He looked down at you with that same devastatingly handsome smile you fell in love with the moment you met him. He brushed a kiss across your painted lips, soft and sweet and not nearly enough for what you wanted. “Me too.” He leant his forehead against yours for just a moment, savoring the feeling. When he pulled away, he smirked at you and held up the bottle in his hand.

“Feel like popping this with me?”

“God yes,” you nearly moaned.

His eyes were fixed on yours as he carefully twisted the wire cage off of the bottle. The anticipation in the air was palpable as he held it at an angle, and with a swift motion, he twisted the cork and a loud pop echoed through the night air. Neither of you had taken into account all the running you had done to get to your rooftop destination so when the bubbles frothed over the rim, cascading down onto your hands and his, you both laughed in surprised delight, jumping away from the overflow.

“Smooth,” you joked, “you’re a regular casanova.”

Your husband winked dramatically, shaking off some of the excess liquid from his hand. “You know it, baby. To us,” he toasted, taking a swig before handing you the sticky bottle.

“To us.”

The taste of prosecco danced on your tongue as you took a sip, savoring both the sweetness and the moment you were having it in. You passed the bottle back and forth as you leant against the railing of the rooftop. Javy pulled you closer, his arm draped around you, pressing your body to his.

"I can't believe we did it," he said, his voice filled with awe. "We're married now."

You smiled up at him, feeling your heart swell. You couldn’t quite believe it either. "I know. It still feels surreal."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, sighing. "I couldn't be happier, Mrs. Machado."

"Me either, Mr. Machado,"

His eyes sparkled with a mix of love and adoration as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours in a teasing caress. The taste of bubbles lingered on his breath, intoxicating you even more than what was in the bottle. You melted into his embrace, wrapping an arm around his neck and deepening the kiss. Javy’s hands wandered down your back, his touch igniting a fire within you. You gasped against his lips as his fingers traced the delicate curve of your spine, sending electric currents through your body. The taste of the wine mingled with the heat of your kiss, creating a heady blend that you wanted to bottle up and keep forever.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, the world around you fading away into a blur of lights and distant laughter. It was just the two of you, the way both of you preferred.

When your lips finally parted, Javy's eyes locked with yours, full of an intensity that took your breath away. His voice was husky as he whispered against your mouth, “What are the chances we can go down and say our goodbyes and ditch the rest of the party?”

Your heart raced at the suggestion, unable to resist the allure of being alone with him. But you huffed out a laugh, absolutely knowing better. “You’ve met your new mother-in-law, right? We probably have ten more minutes max up here before she threatens to call the police and send out a search party.”

He groaned, cursing under his breath, though you knew it was playful. “Well, you know what that means then.”

You arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, scratching lightly at the back of his neck as you waited for him to elaborate.

A mischievous smile played on Javy’s lips and he pulled you impossibly closer with a hand on your back while the other covered the one holding the bottle of prosecco, raising it. He took a sip before speaking, the look in his eye wicked in the best of ways. “We have ten minutes to finish this bottle, and I have ten minutes to kiss your lipstick off so that everyone knows exactly what we’ve been up to.”

You giggled happily just as he kissed you, and you thought the taste of the sparkling wine would never taste as good from a bottle as it did from his lips.

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Notes: Happy Birthday, Jay! I hope I did Coyote Casanova justice for you💚

Thanks to @roosterforme and @mak-32 as per usual!

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blurredcolour · 7 months

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Shake It Off

Summary: Called to the Lee/Hamilton wedding near the start of your shift to aid an eighty-year-old woman experiencing chest pains, you hope against hope not to run into someone from your past. But the man you meet there might just be your future.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Paramedic!Reader

Warnings: Medical Scenarios, Awkward Social Situations, Dress Whites, Language, Military Inaccuracies, Paramedical Inaccuracies, Rating - T.

Author's Note: Inspired by the song Shake It Off by Taylor Swift, written for @laracrofted's 1989 Challenge! Thank you very much for hosting the challenge, Amelia!

Word Count: 3075

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Maybe he won’t be here.

The thought was fleeting, and born of desperation, as you pulled up to behind the fire truck in front of the Horton Grand Hotel.

There are plenty of people with the last name of Lee, the fact that this call is taking us to the Lee/Hamilton wedding doesn’t mean he will be here. Maybe it won’t even be a Navy wedding.

Jumping out of the driver’s seat of the ambulance, your hopes were immediately dashed as a tall man in dress whites stepped forward when you reached the rear doors.

“Damn, angel, you are devastating.” He drawled smoothly and you fairly felt his eyes, mostly obscured beneath the brim of his combination cap, tracing down your uniform as you reached forward to help your partner Delgado unload the stretcher.

“Good evening, sir.” You replied with crisp professionalism. “We’re here because someone called 911?”

“You brought one of those AEDs, right? Because I think you stopped my heart…” His peach-pink lips stretched back into a grin to reveal two rows of perfectly straight, white teeth.

“You’re our 80-year-old woman, sir? Please describe your chest pain.” Delgado replied flatly and you bit your lip to prevent your smirk, loading your gear onto the gurney.

Delgado was your first regular EMT partner since your move to San Diego nearly a year ago, wooed by the $50,000 bonus Falck offered to try and stabilize their work force. He was young, his social skills more than a little rough around the edges, but he worked hard and knew his stuff. Listened to your personal woes without too much complaint and was quite honestly the closest person you had to a friend here - working the graveyard shift as a paramedic really did not afford a lot of social opportunities.

And right now, you did not at all mind that he was there to get between you and the pretty boy in uniform. Because that meant he might be willing to run interference with someone else if the need arose.

“Ms. Mable is just this way, follow me.” The handsome stranger replied easily, undeterred, and turned to lead the pair of you through the lobby, smoothly tucking his cap under his arm as he stepped inside – a well practiced move you did your damnedest to ignore. Particularly the flex of his bicep.

Following just a few steps behind him, you guided the foot of the stretcher as Delgado came last, pushing the head of it. The lobby was narrow, no more than a tiled hallway really, with a wall of windows overlooking a New Orleans style courtyard – currently filled with women in formal dresses, men in suits, and a sea of dress whites. You quickly ducked your head, focusing on following the shoes of the man in front of you.

“I’m honestly not sure what happened, she seemed to be having a great time, dancing and laughing…and then she started clutching at her chest, having trouble catching her breath.” You perked up as he finally began to say something useful.

“Did the firefighters move her somewhere more quiet?” You asked as he led the pair of you past the sign welcoming guests to the Lee/Hamilton Wedding and over to a door beside the front desk.

“Yes, we were using this space for the wedding party anyway, so we set her up in the meeting room, just here.” Pulling open the door, he gestured for you and Delgado to proceed inside.

The crew from the fire truck had set a makeshift bench out of banquet chairs for her to sit upon, the wheeled meeting chairs pushed into a corner to make as much room as possible, but it still felt cramped. The patient was resting comfortably while Lombardo, their firefighter/paramedic, was assessing her vitals and reviewing the cardiac monitor.

Ms. Mable was all of five foot two, a cloud of perfectly styled, white hair upon her head, not a strand out of place despite the dramatic turn her evening had taken. Her face was etched with the lines of a life well-lived, yet she was easily holding court amongst the crew of physically intimidating individuals, animatedly recounting a story about the cutting of a cake with a sword, based on the few words you were able to catch. They stood in their suspendered Nomex trousers and heavy boots, entranced by her performance, as a woman in her mid-fifties sat close at hand, keeping a watchful eye on the proceedings.

“Thank you for your assistance, sir.” You quickly tossed back over your shoulder to your guide before diving right into the scene, pulling on your nitrile gloves, all concern about the possible presence of a certain individual vanishing in the face of your job.

Once Lombardo had fully handed the scene over to you, as it was quite apparent that this was most likely a case of angina for which the woman already carried a prescription of nitroglycerin, you settled in to talk with Ms. Mable yourself. The departure of the first responders made the room feel infinitely more spacious.

“I hear you were tearing it up on the dance floor this evening…” You smiled warmly as Delgado continued to track her vitals.

“I’ve always had a hard time saying no to good-looking pilots….my Gerry was a pilot, you know. Fifty-three years together and he got away with everything. So, when this handsome, blonde flyboy from Texas kept asking me to dance there was no way I could turn him down.” The corners of her eyes creased with mirth, and you grinned warmly as the woman laughed beside her, shaking her head fondly.

“Breathing and cognition are good.” You turned back to Delgado who added the notes to the electronic file with a nod. “How many sprays of nitroglycerin did you end up taking, Ms. Mable?”

“Two, five minutes apart, just like the pamphlet says. I really am feeling much better, I’m so sorry to have made such a fuss but my daughter, Deborah, had already dialed before I could stop her.”

“No apologies necessary, it’s always better to be safe than sorry.” You nodded to her daughter reassuringly. “Are you local or just in town for the wedding?”

“Oh, lived here for the past forty years ever since Gerry was stationed at Miramar. Once you give up snow for palm trees and sand it’s impossible to ever go back. I saw you’re not wearing a ring, dear, is that just for the job?”

Delgado snorted indelicately and if it were not for the paperwork involved you would have delivered a swift kick to his shin.

“No, Ms. Mable, just haven’t found the right man yet.” You steadily increased the volume of your voice to drown out Delgado’s utterance of ‘not for lack of trying.’ “You have a cardiologist whom you see regularly?”

Mable blinked a little at the sudden change in your tone but answered all the same, “Dr. Atwal, same age as my grandson. But he knows his business, so I listen to him. San Diego is a fabulous place to meet a young fellow you know, so many eligible men out there. A lot of handsome pilots especially…even here tonight.”

A flash of movement, accompanied by a swell in the noise of the reception down the hall, caught your attention and you raised your eyes to see the face of your guide from earlier peering through a small gap in the doorway.

“Lieutenant Seresin…” You heard Ms. Mabel sigh fondly before her heart rate began to increase alarmingly. Your eyes snapped to the cardiac monitor to review the screen for evidence of any abnormal rhythms, aware of Delgado doing the same in your periphery.

“Now Ms. Mabel, how many times do I have to ask you to call me Jake…” He drawled and that’s when you placed his accent…Texas.

He was the handsome fly boy at the centre of all the tumult then. Somehow this did not surprise you at all.

��Where would the fun be in that, Lieutenant?” Came Mable’s repartee with a wicked grin and you straightened, well aware that you needed to put a stop to this before she reached her maximum doses of nitro just for a little flirting.

“Lieutenant Seresin, would you mind stepping out so we can do our jobs? Thank you.” You turned to look up at him authoritatively, wishing you weren’t able to see how green his eyes were in this light. How his hair reminded you of spun gold, especially when it was highlighted by the medals and pins and buttons of his uniform.

“Apologies Miss, just wanted to check on Ms. Mable here…” You noticed the way his grip tightened on the wood of the door and his eyes flitted to the floor guiltily.

He was not the first nosey by-stander you had asked to step back, nor would he be the last, and yet your heart spasmed as though you had kicked his puppy.

“Much better, and she’ll continue on that path if we can finish up, thank you.” You found yourself reassuring him, willfully ignoring Delgado’s scoff.

Whether your boot knocking into his was intentional or an accident was something he, thankfully, did not question. With a sigh of relief, the Lieutenant closed the door, and you were able to turn your attention fully back to your patient, whose heart rate was normalizing, yet her eyes were full of mischief.

“Quite the catch, isn’t he?” She fairly crowed.

You cleared your throat forcefully to refocus and looked over everything once more. “Ms. Mable, I really don’t think you’re having a heart attack. Of course, we do recommend going to the hospital to have everything checked out by the doctors there.”

She was already shaking her head halfway through your statement. “Absolutely unnecessary, young lady. Where’s the thing to sign? I don’t need another ambulance ride.”

“Mom, are you sure? She said they recommend…”

“Deborah, no. If you want, you can drive me, but this is excessive.”

After a little more back and forth, Ms. Mable ended up signing the ‘refusal of service against medical advice’ form and you and Delgado packed up your gear.

“Have a good night Ms. Mable, but maybe stay away from blonde pilots from Texas?” You teased warmly before making your way back out to the lobby.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom. Finally, a chance to pee somewhere with nice smelling soap.” Delgado excused himself, leaving you alone next to a circular table near the front entrance.

The sound of the wedding party drifting through glass doors behind you in the courtyard fanned the banked coals of your anxiety into roaring flames once more now that the distraction of your duties had been removed. Brigham had to be here somewhere, this was surely his pilot’s wedding…

You surged forward toward the front doors, wanting to at least wait outside, and nearly ran headfirst into Lieutenant Seresin.

“Easy there, angel. Sorry about that. Already on your way to your next call?” He steadied you easily, hands on your shoulders. Enveloping your shoulders.

Shaking your head quickly, you laughed once at yourself. “Just heading outside to wait for my partner, the gurney takes up a lot of space.” You stepped out of his grasp and swallowed thickly. “Have a good night, Lieutenant.” You tried once again to make your escape but found him walking along with you, on the other side of the stretcher. Helping.

“Ms. Mable refused to take a ride with you?” He asked, sliding his cover onto his head as you stepped outside.

You shrugged softly, not really at liberty to discuss it, opening the back of the ambulance and loading the stretcher inside. “Thank you for your help, I appreciate it. I hope you enjoy the rest of the party.”

He smirked, leaning against the back of ambulance unhurriedly. “You seemed to be missing the part where I’m much more interested in getting to know you, angel.”

You opened your mouth to try and summon some form of polite refusal when you heard his voice.

“Yo Hangman, are you harassing anything in a uniform these days?” Followed by that irritating laugh that you had never really had a chance to try and find a reason to love.

You watched the muscle between Lieutenant Seresin’s eyebrows twitch before he turned to face the jokester, revealing Brigham “Harvard” Lennox. He looked exactly the same as your second and final date nearly six months ago, appearance slightly improved by the dress whites, though you noticed his cap was negligently still tucked beneath his arm. His arm upon which a dewy-skinned, long-limbed, glossy-haired woman hung.

He blinked a little in recognition as his eyes fell upon your face and you offered a polite smile.

“Nice to see you again…” he said a name, not your name, but at least the first letter was the same. For the sake of letting this agony end, you would have let it go, if not for Delgado’s untimely return.

His reflexive correction of your first name as he walked through the group to hop up into the back of the ambulance without a second’s hesitation immediately thickened the ambient tension.

“Oh right, yeah, been a while huh?” Brigham grinned vacuously, not even having the grace to appear embarrassed. “Lookin’ good…” He added disingenuously, glancing over your uniform with less than kind eyes, moving his arm to wrap around his date’s silk-clad waist. You watched as her perfectly manicured gel nails came to rest on his bicep, a silent proclamation that her job, if she had one, was nothing like yours.

“Oh shit, this is that pilot who ghosted you a while back.” Delgado blurted out from over your shoulder where he was stowing the last of the gear, and you clenched your fists.

“Weapon systems officer.” You snapped despite your desire to keep the exchange civil, but halfway through the correction, you realized you were speaking in unison with Lieutenant Seresin.

You didn’t miss the way Brigham’s jaw clenched in dismay before turning to see Delgado backing away with both hands raised in surrender. “Whatever, I’ll be up front.”

“So, which one of your ‘exam questions’ did she fail, Harvard?” Lieutenant Seresin asked, tone light and playful but with a dangerous edge to it.

The latter scoffed and shook his head. “What are you even talking about Hangman?!” He protested loudly.

“Baby, I’ll meet you at the car, ‘kay?” Brigham’s date pulled back, patting his chest, and tottered away on her heels.

“No really,” Lieutenant Seresin dropped the friendly façade and looked over his colleague seriously. “Which was it then? Exclusivity? Kids? Careers?”

As he listed each topic his eyes flicked between your face and Brigham’s increasingly scarlet and annoyed expression. You tried to keep an impassive mask but there was a slight tick in your jaw as you involuntarily clenched your teeth at the word ‘career.’ You had long suspected that had been the reason his texts had stopped coming. The fact that you wanted one and he wanted someone to dedicate their lives to supporting him in his.

Lieutenant Seresin’s eyes flashed in recognition, and he rounded on Brigham. “Apologize to the lady for ghosting her over having career ambitions, Harvard.” He said firmly.

“What the hell are you even talking about Hangman, you don’t even know…” Brigham sputtered in protest and a small part of you wanted to tell Lieutenant Seresin not to worry about it.

“You were an idiot, Brigham. Now apologize.” He repeated firmly and any thought of excusing Brigham’s behaviour died in that instant, because it was true. He had been an idiot and it had been painful. You had been rather convinced it was going nowhere fast, but sudden and complete silence had hurt all the same.

You almost missed the apology as the first time Brigham delivered it; he used that wrong name again. Lieutenant Seresin’s eyes narrowed into an icy glare, and it was quickly amended to your proper name.

“Now go find your date before you screw up that relationship too.” Lieutenant Seresin gestured with his chin for him to go away before barking after him, “Cover!”

Brigham slammed his cap onto his head and only walked faster toward the parking lot as you chewed on your lower lip savagely lest you do something unseemly like indulge in laughter at his expense. You took a steadying breath before turning back to face your unexpected ally.

“Come on, they’re holding calls!” Delgado shouted from the front seat, and you exhaled with that withheld laugh. One that Lieutenant Seresin echoed.

“In an effort to restore the reputation of the United States Navy, and prove to you that Brigham Lennox is an aberration, will you let me take you out for a drink?” He tilted his head with an inviting curl of his lips.

He had absolutely no right looking that attractive, or being that good of a man, or putting Brigham in his place so handily.

“I…I’m sorry I just started my shift at nine…” You fussed with your stethoscope nervously, trying to pull it into place around your neck even though it was already right where it was most comfortable.

“What time do you get off, then?” He persisted. “I’ll buy you breakfast.”

You frowned in thought, weighing the pros and cons of spending more time on another Navy boy, when an all-call came through the radio, drowning out your internal dialogue.

– All available units, MCI northbound interstate five just after First Avenue underpass, please respond –

Your eyes widened as Delgado immediately picked up the receiver.

“Medic 3-6 responding, approximately seven minutes out.”

“Lieutenant, I have to go.” You looked to him quickly, stepping up into the ambulance, closing one door and reaching for the second as he swung it towards you. You stopped it suddenly with your palm, yanking a business card containing your station information from your front pocket and slid it into his free hand.

“My shift ends at nine, won’t be ready before 9:30. As for when I get off…” You couldn’t hold back your smirk any longer, your heart skipping a beat, making you thankful you weren’t hooked up to the cardiac monitor just then. “…we’ll just have to see about that.”

His blinding grin was the last thing you saw before you pulled the other door to the rig shut, shouting for Delgado to pull out, lights and sirens ablaze.

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Bradley!

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: I will always be a little salty that I wasn’t able to post this on his actual birthday, but I’m so glad that the shadowban has finally been lifted! This one seems like a good one to celebrate with!

Warnings: Lots and lots of fluff, hints at some spice (nothing explicit).

- Every year, when June 27th rolls around, you make it your personal mission to spoil your husband rotten for his birthday.

- Rooster is always incredibly low-key about his birthday, and never asks for anything, but you always spend weeks planning something special for him.

- On his first birthday as your boyfriend, you got the two of you tickets to a San Diego Padres game. Rooster had mentioned several times how much he enjoyed baseball, and how he remembered his dad taking him to a few games when he was little, so he was incredibly grateful for the gift.

- “Just please tell me you didn’t have them put my name up on the jumbotron,” Rooster teased, tugging affectionately on the bill of your baseball cap.

- “No, no, of course not,” you winked, giggling when he jokingly groaned.

- What you hadn’t planned on was the two of you getting picked for the Kiss Cam. Everyone around you cheered and whistled as Rooster planted a big kiss on your lips, waving to the cameras as you blushed.

- “Happy birthday, Bradley,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he settled an arm around you to enjoy the rest of the game.

- Another year, you planned a weekend trip to Miami for the two of you, figuring it would be a perfect time to hit the beaches and soak up some sun by the pool.

- Rooster ended up wanting to spend most of the time you were there in your hotel room. But, hey, he was the birthday boy. Who were you to refuse?

- “Happy birthday, Bradley,” you giggled in between kisses, feeling like you were the one getting the gift with him as your boyfriend.

- During the year of your engagement, you knew you wouldn’t be able to do anything too extravagant since most of your money was going towards the wedding or being saved for the future. However, with help from your friends, you were able to throw a lovely surprise party at Penny’s house.

- “I promised I’d drop something off for Penny on our way to lunch,” you told him as you drove the two of you in the direction of the Benjamin household. “Come inside with me. Penny made lemonade for your birthday,” you added with a wink once you pulled up outside.

- Rooster had been genuinely shocked when he’d stepped into the house and everyone had jumped out of their hiding places with a raucous shout of “SURPRISE!”

- Though it was nothing too elaborate, Rooster had been deeply appreciative of the barbeque and yard games in celebration of his birthday. He made sure to whisper in your ear over and over again how thankful he was and how lucky he was to have a fiancee as amazingly thoughtful as you.

- “Happy birthday, Bradley,” you grinned, playfully wiping some off the frosting from his cake onto the tip of his nose. He got you back by nuzzling it across your cheek.

- On his first birthday as your husband, you surprised him with a photo album you had made of all the pictures you’d discovered among his mother’s things. There were pictures of his parents when they were children, pictures of them as a young couple, pictures from their wedding, and tons of pictures of them with Rooster as a baby. You’d also included pictures of Carole and Rooster from his graduations and sporting events growing up, as well as some pictures from your own wedding, side by side with his parents’ wedding photos.

- “God, baby, this is amazing,” Rooster told you, reverently flipping through the pages as he sat beside you on the couch. “Thank you,” he murmured, choked up as tears glistened in his eyes.

- In addition, you’d also found a company online that could convert old home videos into DVDs and digital files. So you’d sent all the Bradshaws’ home videos off just in time to be able to play them for Rooster on his birthday. You’d both cried watching Goose’s and Carole’s bright smiles fill the screen, their infectious laughter present in every take as they brought Bradley home from the hospital, took him to the beach, celebrated his first Christmas, and shared so many other special moments together as a family.

- “This is the best gift anyone has ever given me,” Rooster whispered, squeezing your hand. He’d missed the sound of his parents’ voices and now he could hear them whenever he wanted.

- Once you and Rooster started having children of your own, his birthday celebrations became simpler. You and the kids usually surprised him with breakfast in bed or made a special dinner for him.

- Every year, you help the kids make cards for their daddy and pick out gifts which you claim are from the children. Rooster always makes sure to make a big deal about everything that they give him.

- Once the kids are asleep, you make sure to give your husband a little gift of your own.

- “Mrs. Bradshaw, you have really outdone yourself this year,” he whistled on his most recent birthday, smiling widely at the lingerie set you’d picked out just for the occasion. Lifting you up into his arms, he kissed you fervently as he turned and gently laid you down on the bed. “You spoil me too much,” he whispered, kissing his way down your neck.

- Laughing, you wrapped your arms around him and smiled as his hands roamed freely all over your body. “Happy birthday, Bradley!”

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theharddeck · 1 year

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the best me has his arms around you (jake x f!reader)

pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x fem!reader

summary: after a long deployment, Jake and his girlfriend share a slowdance after Javy's wedding. this fic was created as a part of @roosterforme 's #love is in the air tgm challenge 💕based off the song yours, by russell dickerson

warnings: none! just some soft, wedding-provoked, feelings if y'all want a part 2 with welcome home smut, do lmk

wc: 1.3k

It was a beautiful wedding.

The evening was cool, illuminated by twinkling lights strung around the courtyard of a historic hotel in Old Town San Diego, weaving among colorful strands of papel picado. Coyote and Cross had said their vows in the golden afternoon and the party had been going strong ever since. You were now at the point in the night where jackets were draped across the backs of chairs, beside high heels that had been unbuckled and abandoned, as guests were too tired to keep up appearances, but having too good of a time to call it a night.

You liked the height that your heels had given you, but your arches were suffering the consequences; Jake had known you would want to stay on the floor so he’d pulled you into his arms and balanced your bare feet on top of his cowboy boots. The thick leather was sturdy under your toes, and you locked your elbows around his neck and let your boyfriend dance for the both of you. It was more a sway than a dance, a soft and comfortable rocking as Jake moved you around the courtyard. You pressed your face into the soft material of his dress shirt still somewhat disbelieving that he was back.

He and Javy had been deployed at the worst time, the two of them barely making it back overseas in time for rehearsal dinner. You’d seen Jake last night, but they’d both been exhausted from the travel, and bridesmaids and groomsmen were bunking together anyway, so tonight was the first time you really felt like you had your boyfriend back.

“You wanna sit down?” Jake asked quietly, his voice rumbling against your cheek. You shook your head against his chest, not wanting to break the moment. To be here, to hold him, to be held—it didn’t matter if your feet were bleeding raw, you’d have stayed.

So you did stay.

The DJ wound down, reading the energy shift, moving to softer songs, even taking slow dance requests. Older couples were drifting away, the bride and bridegroom quietly bidding everyone goodnight, until the only ones left were the ones who needed the quietness more than they needed the tradition. Jake’s hand was smoothing up your back slowly, playing with the chiffon gathered at the small of your back.

Cross had done well in picking bridesmaid dresses that weren’t awful, and you felt more like a Grecian goddess rather than a bridesmaid cliche. You felt Jake’s hand lift, and turned your head to see Harvard and his girl waving goodbye to him as they headed out. Brigham tipped his hat—his actual stetson, since apparently your boyfriend wasn’t the only cowboy in this place—at Jake and when the DJ’s next pick sounded notably more country than the previous selection, you knew it was Brigham’s doing.

Jake’s arms tightened around you as a steel guitar echoed around the courtyard, and you settled back into him. You’d probably need to call it a night soon; it’d been a long couple of days, and you needed to get back into a rhythm before rejoining the real world after the haze of reunions and the wedding. But for now, this moment was perfect, and you didn’t want to end it.

Jake coughed quietly, like he had something stuck in his throat but was trying to be quiet about it. Your hand slipped from around the back of his neck to his upper back when he kept coughing, and your brow wrinkled as you pulled back, the peace of the moment evaporating when you saw Jake’s face was red.

“Let me get you some water—” you started, but Jake didn’t let go of you.

“It’s fine,” he said hoarsely, trying to pull you back into him, but you shook your head, stepping off his shoes.

“Jake, it’s not; let me—”

Jake huffed, running a hand over his chin, smiling sheepishly at you. His eyes were watery, and you were wondering if you should grab something other than water, when he let out a long breath through his nose.

“It’s the song, honey,” he said, voice gravelly, and you blinked at him.

“What?” you asked, reaching up to push some of his hair out of his face. As he looked down at you, you realized him clearing his throat was to hide a rush of emotion. Jake pulled at you gently, asking, and you stepped back into his arms, giving him the space he needed to tell you what was going on.

“Just glad I’m yours, sweetheart,” he whispered into your hair, turning you slowly around the floor.

Your heart clenched at his simple words, overflowing at having him here, having him at all. It was always hard for him to be away, it always hurt, but this sweet man? Made it all worth it.

And he’d scoff at the adjective, probably pull up his shirt to flex his abs or wiggle his eyebrows suggestively while reminding you of his other winning attributes.

But past all his bravado and charm, past the way he seemed determined to keep people at arm’s length to protect them, past his need to remind people of how good he was, worried they wouldn’t think it unless he told them, past it all, he was a good man. You were just grateful you were the one he let close enough to find it out.

You wrapped your arms around him again, letting the lyrics of the song settle over you as Jake swayed both of you.

I came to life when I first kissed you

The best me has his arms around you

You make me better than I was before

Thank God I’m yours

Jake was humming along to the song, and you felt the vibration through his chest. You tightened your arms around him, your eyes closing as you leaned into his chest.

It felt like peace, being here with him.

Rocking slowly, held in the cradle of his arms. If you breathed deep, you could catch the remains of his cologne, determinedly lingering hours after it’d been applied, but stronger was the smell of his sweat. Soft and sweet, the familiar scent that’d long washed off the sheets and pillowcases in your shared home.

The thought of it sent a wave of deep contentment through you and you pulled up to look at Jake. Both of your eyes were a little misty, and as the last notes of the song faded out, you leaned up to brush a soft kiss to his lips. Jake’s hands tightened slightly around your waist, but his lips were gentle as he returned your kiss, like he also felt the reverence in this moment.

You pulled back, heart nearly bursting at the sight of him this close. The soft shadow of his lashes, the way his nostrils flared as he pulled in a deep breath, the way his once-perfectly-styled hair now fell slightly in his eyes.

You reached up to brush the golden strands away from his face, your fingers tracing from his cheekbone down to his Cary Grant chin, teasingly poking at the divet there. Jake’s mouth twitched into a smile, before he caught your hand in one of his, brushing a soft kiss against your knuckles. It was your turn to smile, then, a reaction you couldn’t stop any more than you could your next breath.

“Take me home, Lieutenant?” you asked softly, and Jake lowered your hand from his lips, but his fingers stayed entwined in yours. You walked around the few couples remaining on the floor, and when you got to your table, you picked up your heels while Jake draped his suit jacket over your shoulders.

The cobblestones were cold under your feet as you walked back to the car, but your hand was held warmly in Jake’s, his jacket settled on your shoulders, and you knew it was you—you were the lucky one, to be his.

smutty part two (please check your warnings and minors DNI!)

tagging: @bradshawsbitch @callsign-fangirl @laracrofted @mxgyver @princessphilly @hangmanbrainrot @wildbornsiren @datemephoenix @fuckyeahhangman @lt-bradshaw @double-j @teacupsandtopgun @gigisimsonmars

#love is in the air tgm #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #hangman fluff #jake seresin fluff #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #guys i'm real uncertain about this one but i promise i tried #sorry it's not...idk what it's not it's just not what i wanted #but it's been weeks and i think this is the best it'll be so i'm releasing it to the world haha #hope you like it 💙#misskielwrites

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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like the movies , hangman

note, the titles comes from all the cheesy romance books i read and romcoms. i watch. you might see tropes you recognize. with. it is inspired by books and movies, things might move faster than they do in real life. if you don't like that, don't read this. pair, jake "hangman" seresin x reader summary, after being left at the altar, y/n gets in her car and drives. with no destination in mind, she eventually ends up in front of a bar in san diego. she garners everyone's attention the moment she walks through the doors, one of those people being hangman. warnings, cursing, alcohol consumption (all legal), jerk former fiances word count, 4579 words

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"I'm sorry, he's gone." Those were the words that kept replaying over and over in your head. He wasn't dead, but he might as well be.

The words, "He's gone" kept playing over and over in your head, and it wasn't like you wanted to keep thinking about it, you were driving in silence, left alone with nothing but your thoughts. After almost half an hour on the road, you finally reached for the radio nozzle and turned it on.

You flipped through the channels, trying to find one that wasn't playing some kind of love song, and ended up on a station that played nothing but Christmas music, and even then there were some Christmas love songs that hurt more than the actual love song.

After driving all afternoon with no breaks, you were somehow still awake and moving, only running on a couple cups of crappy coffee and a bagel from that morning, you ended up at a bar.

You pushed open the bar doors, paying no mind to all the eyes that were immediately drawn to you. You plopped down on a barstool and waited for the bartender to come over and take your order.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked, her eyes warm and inviting.

"Something strong." She smiled and grabbed a glass, pouring you a shot of something.

The question she was about to ask quickly died on her lips after she watched you down the shot, "That bad, huh?"

"The guy I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with left me at the altar. I've been driving since 2 in the afternoon, and it's..." You looked up at the clock, "10, so I've had a pretty shit day." You nodded, keeping your eyes locked on the ring still on your finger.

As you continued to stare at it, the more you wanted it off. You didn't know why it took you so long to take it off, but when you did it almost felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

"You know what? This rounds on me." The woman smiled, "I'm Penny."

"Y/N." You smiled. She was called away by another customer but offered you another smile before making her way over to the man.

"White dress? Don't tell me you got a groom at home waitin' for you?" You turned around to match a face to the voice. You were fully expecting a jerky-looking guy but were surprised to find a man in service khakis, a pilot, standing behind you.

"Nope." You answered with a simple shake of your head.

"I gotta say, this is very Friends-like.” He commented, “Girl runs into a bar wearing a wedding dress.”

“She ran into a cafe.” You corrected.

“Potato-Potato.” He rolled his eyes, “Can I ask why you’re in a bar in a wedding dress? I know there's a story there."

"Not much to talk about." You shrugged.

"There's always a story."

"Oh, there's a story, just not a very interesting one." You tried to brush it off, "What's your name?" You attempted to change the subject.

"Hangman." He flashed you an almost cocky smile.

"Hangman?"

"It's my callsign." The smirk didn't once fall from his face as he held out his hand, "What's your name?"

"Y/N." You shook his hand.

The same ritual continued for the next couple of nights. You would sit at the bar, drinking only one drink, paying but not leaving until closing.

If you left right after you finished your drink, you would be stuck going back to the empty hotel room with nothing but your thoughts, and the thought of that was almost as scary as the situation you were in at that very moment. Alone and trying to navigate your way through this new life alone.

"Another one?" Penny offered.

"No, I'm good." You smiled.

"So, I heard through the grapevine that you're moving to town."

"From who?"

"Mrs. Neilson and I are pretty close." You smiled. The owner of the hotel you were staying at greeted you with open arms and welcomed you as if you had known each other for years when you first arrived at her hotel.

"She would be correct. I am."

"She also mentioned something about you looking for a job." Penny brought up.

"I am. Is there anything else she mentioned? Perhaps the name of my first pet." You joked.

She smiled, "She's kind of a gossiper, but she means well. Anyways, I bring it up because I could always use some help around the bar."

"Really? Wait, is this you offering me a job, because if it's not, this would be really awkward."

She laughed again, "Yes, this is me offering you a job."

"Sweet, all right, what time do you need me, boss?"

"Can you start tomorrow?"

"I guess I could move some things around." You joked.

"Great. Can you come in at 3? Just to start training?"

"See you then."

The next night, you were behind the bar, serving people drinks, "That was fast." You heard. You glanced over and saw Hangman.

"Didn't have many any other options." You shrugged, "So, what can I get you?"

"What do you suggest?" You gave him your input and poured him the drink when he gave you the 'okay', "How're you doing?"

You shrugged, "Working helps the "not thinking" part." You admitted.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You shook your head, "All right, changing the subject." He nodded, "So, heard you're looking for somewhere to live."

"What? Was it plastered across the pinboard in town hall or something?" You joked.

"Nah, saw a poster hanging in the bathroom down by the beach," He joked, and you rolled your eyes, "I heard you and Penny talking the other night."

"Oh." You nodded.

"And I have a spare room." You stared at him, trying to decipher what was going on in his mind, "I'm offering it to you."

"Thanks, I'm okay." You shook your head.

"Oh, come on, why not?"

"That's a stupid question." You scoffed, "You're a man, you could murder me or something. I think I'll take my chances at the hotel instead."

"Oh, come on."

"Why are you pushing this so hard? We barely know each other. We had one conversation."

"A very long and lengthy one. It was like 2 and a half hours. I know all your deepest darkest secrets."

"I might've been a little tipsy, but I wasn't at the "sharing my deepest darkest secrets with a stranger" tipsy level yet." You told him.

"Does anyone else know that you partially contributed to Louis, the family dog, running away?"

"All right, no, but that's not my point. I don't even know your last name."

"Seresin." He answered without missing a beat.

"Jake..."

"Come on."

"Let's make a deal. If you can't find someone within the next week, you come to stay with me for a few days, and if you do find a place, then you find a place."

"Why're you pushing this so hard?"

"Can't a friend just look out for a friend?"

"I wasn't aware we were friends."

"Ouch." He held a hand over his heart as if he had been hit there, "You sure know how to wound a guy." You rolled your eyes, "Do we have a deal, Ice Queen?"

You pursed your lips, stared at him, and against all better judgment, you shook the hand he had held out, "Deal."

"Is that the last one?" Jake asked as he slid the last of your bags into the bed of his truck.

"Yeah." You nodded. You spent 5 days looking for somewhere to live, and after finding nothing,

"Didn't really take a lot, did you?"

"When I was packing, I wasn't really thinking. I was just thinking about getting the heck out of there."

"All right, I get it." He nodded, "Just follow me home."

After you followed him home, he quickly started unloading everything into the guest room you would now call home, "Welcome home."

"I really appreciate you letting me stay here. And just so you know, I can clean and do all the housework since you, for some reason, won't let me pay for anything. My offer to pay for all my water and electricity still stands." You told him.

He smiled, "It's fine, really. I'm not really paying for anything as it is."

"Who's paying?"

"Uncle Sam." He carried one of your boxes into your new room.

"Well, crap, maybe I should've enlisted." You muttered.

You were getting settled in perfectly. You had a great job, had met some friends, and had a pretty cool place to live that wasn't too far from the beach, and things with Jake were even looking up.

You were becoming friends, and not like people you become friends with because you sit next to them in a class, you were actual friends who did things outside of school.

"I have work tonight, so you're on your own for dinner tonight."

He gasped, "You want me to starve?"

"Oh, whatever. You'll figure something out, and if not, there's always a frozen pizza in the freezer." You reminded him.

"Really? The Tony's pizza in the freezer? It tastes like cardboard." He complained

"Well, we have pasta in the cabinet." You shrugged, "Anyways, have a good day."

"Where're you going?"

"I have some errands to run for Penny."

"Wow, week 4, and you're already an errand girl." Jake joked.

"Harhar." You rolled your eyes, "See you later."

"Yeah, I'll stop by the bar with a snack for you after I'm done."

"Thanks, appreciate it. Have fun, don't burn the house down." You patted him on the shoulder as you headed out the door.

"I'll try not to." He called after you.

Later that night, true to his word, Jake showed up at the bar after whatever he was doing that day with a plastic bag full of some snacks, "There you are! I was starting to think you forgot all about me." You joked, taking the bag from him and looking in it.

"Nope, didn't forget. Your Redbull was hard to find. Had to go to two different stores to find it."

"Aw, you didn't have to. I would've settled for a regular one." You smiled.

"I'll remember that for next time." He nodded, a smirk on his face, "Now, can I please have a drink?"

"Of course." You smiled, grabbing him a glass and pouring him his usual drink.

"Y/N?" You heard from the doorway of the bar. You looked up and your eyes widened, "Wow, you don't know how long I've been looking for you."

You stared at the person who had entered the bar the entire time they made their way over, unmoving, "I almost gave up, but I couldn't leave you behind." He flashed you a smile that a couple weeks prior probably would have had you swooning.

"What are you doing here, Jared?"

"Coming back to get my fiance." That perked Jake's interest, and he looked between you and your "fiance" briefly, before turning his attention to Jared.

"I don't think we've met."

"Do I know you?"

"You will in about two seconds. It's nice to meet you, Jared." Jared, ever the douche, squared off against the guy who was at least five inches taller, "I'm Jake, but my friends call me Hangman."

"What? Did your parents hate you?"

"Did I leave out the Lieutenant part?" Jared visually paled, "Damn, I always seem to leave that part out." He snapped his fingers as if reprimanding himself for the mistake.

"Why are you here, Jared?" You repeated, ignoring Jake’s dramatics.

"Well, I've always stated." He glanced over at Jake from the corner of his eye, before keeping his attention on you, "I came back for you, and you weren't answering my calls."

"You aren't stupid, Jared. When someone doesn't answer your phone calls, it usually means they don't want to talk to you." You told him, turning around and going to help another customer.

"Oh, yeah, walk away. Like you always do. If there's one thing you're good at, I'd say it's walking away."

"Look, buddy..." Jake stepped in.

"No, you know what? I've got it. Tell Penny I'm going on break." You exited from behind the bar and nodded over to Jared who followed you out the door. Jared followed with a satisfied smirk, sure to flash it to Jake, "And you, I wouldn't be running a victory lap yet, seeing as you were the jerk who left his future wife waiting at the altar." It was Jake's turn to smirk as he watched Jared follow you outside.

Once outside, you turn to Jared, "All right, talk. You have 10 minutes, then I'm cutting you off." You crossed your arms. You stood there, listening to Jared ramble for about 5 minutes about how guilty he felt, for leaving you.

At the eight-minute mark, you were getting tired, "All right, stop, just stop it. This wasn't an accident, this was pre-meditated, and don't even deny it. I don't know why you came all this way, maybe to gloat or something, but now that you're here and you can see I'm fine, now it's your time to leave."

"Come on, Y/N."

"No, you can't come in with your little kind attitude, trying to get me back. Guess what, the girl you knew? She's gone, you left that girl at the altar. She's as good as dead."

"You've been gone, for what? A month? All right, times up. It's time to come home." He reached for your arm.

"No, I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying here, right where I am. This is my life now, and if you don't like it, then swell. You aren't a part of it anymore so it doesn't affect you."

"Y/N..."

"Go, Jared. Leave. Don't let the "Thanks for visiting" sign hit you on the ass on your way out." You waved sarcastically. You turned, but let out a loud exclamation in pain when he grabbed your arm.

Jake had been standing close by in case he had to step in, and when he heard your loud exclamation, he jumped into action and pushed the doors of the bar open.

When he stepped outside, he stopped in his place when he saw Jared laying on the ground, holding his face in pain, and you standing off to the side, wringing out your hand and wincing in pain.

"All right then, remind me never to get you angry, Rocky" He joked, helping you towards the back entrance of the bar so he could help with your injured hand.

"You wanna talk about it?" Jake asked as he smacked an ice pack against a table, then held it onto your hand.

You winced, "Nope."

"All right, Muhammad Ali,"

"Stop it with the boxer nicknames." You swatted his hands away.

"I won't ask. But when you're ready, I'm here for you."

"Thank you, Bagman." You joked. He softly punched your shoulder before making his way back out to the bar.

"Let me get this straight." You were on the phone in the backroom with one of the only people in your family who actually knew where you were, your best friend, who really was more a part of the family, Anna, "Jared came into the bar, guns blazing, and you knocked him out?"

"Yep."

"And how's Captain America doing?"

"Don't know. All I know is he paid for everyone's drinks. Bar rules."

"Right, right, and how about Iron Man?"

"Jake?" You asked.

"Yeah, I guess in this situation he would be Captain America 'cause he works for America, but whatever."

"Jake's fine."

"No smooching?"

"Hanging up now." You sighed.

"No, come on. I'm joking." Anna whined, "Come on, tell me all the juicy gossip. Have you seen him naked yet?"

"Goodbye, Anna."

"You're no fun." She groaned, "Whatever, I'll come down to visit soon and you can show me to all his fun pilot friends."

"Oh, I'll be eagerly awaiting."

"Shut up. I love you."

"Love you, too." You smiled.

Hangman was lounging on the couch, waiting for you to get home when his phone rang. He quickly reached for it, hoping it was you. His mood instantly lifted when he saw it was you.

"Did you lock yourself out again?" He joked.

"Well, not exactly." His face hardened when he heard a male voice answer the phone.

"Who is this?"

"Whoa, pump your brakes, sweet cakes. This is Julian calling from the bar on Gilmore, and when asked who she wanted to call, Y/N said you."

"How many did she have?"

"Well, Javi kept buying her drinks."

"Who's Javi?"

"Don't worry, kicked him out. He was getting a little handsy with someone else. You're all good, you don't have to worry about getting all macho. Our bouncer had a jolly 'ole time doing it."

"Alright, I'm leaving right now." Jake sighed.

"Great. And hopefully, you look as pretty as you sound." Julian flirted.

In record-breaking time, Jake got to the bar and saw you slumped over the bar, "Look, there he is. Your prince charming." The man, Jake presumed was Julian, grabbed your attention.

Your head slowly came up and you looked over at him, and when you saw him, you dropped your head back down, "Never thought I'd get that reaction." He joked, making his way over to you, "How much did she have to drink?" He asked.

"Only a few," Julian answered.

"What did she have to drink?" He asked.

"The pretty pink one."

"The pretty pink one?"

"Javi bought her two drinks and was on the highway to number 3, but I cut her off."

"Thanks, appreciate it." Jake nodded, running a hand up and down your back, "Come on, let's get you home and in bed."

"No, sleep right here." You shook your head.

Jake looked up at Julian for any help. Julian, in response, raised his hands in surrender, "I don't think Julian would like that very much."

"But comfy." You curled into the seat that Jake knew wasn't comfortable.

He tried to think of something. He glanced around the bar for anything but found nothing. So, the next best thing was to carry you out of the bar himself.

He slid your jacket around your shoulders and slipped your bag onto his shoulder before locking his arms under your knees and arms, "Come on, let's get you home."

"Bye, Julian." You waved a limp hand in his direction.

"Bye, honey." He laughed.

"So, what's with the evening drinking?" Jake asked as he carried you back to the car.

"He came back." You told him as you let out a yawn and snuggled further into his chest.

Jake hesitated, "Who came back?"

"Who do you think, silly? Jared." You giggled.

"Jared came back? What? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I tried, but your boss picked up and said you were up in the sky." Jake's mind was going 1000 miles an hour as he tried to formulate words and understand what you were saying.

"What'd he say?"

"He tried to get me back again." You explained, "And when I said no, he accused me of cheating, then called me mean names."

"What mean names?" Jake asked. You shook your head, "All right, you don't have to tell me." He gave an understanding nod, "Come on, let's get you home."

Jake drove you home, got you ready for bed, and was just about to turn off the lamp on your bedside table when you reached over and grabbed his hand.

"Stay, please." You whispered.

"You want me to stay?" You nodded, "All right." You scooted over and he crawled in next to you. The moment he was settled in your bed that was much too small for him, you cuddled into his side.

He stared down at you as you got comfortable, head resting on his chest while your arms were wrapped around his waist. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he laid in silence, listening as your breathing evened out.

He laid there, deep in thought as he digested what you had told him.

The next morning, you woke up with a gigantic pounding headache and a warm body next to you. You looked up, then closed your eyes again, opening them again incase you were dreaming and Jake sleeping in your bed was all just a figment of your imagination.

You stared at him for an extra couple of seconds before your brain started working. You carefully unwrapped his arms from around you and tiptoed out of your room.

You made your way into the kitchen, trying to think back to what had occurred the night before. You grabbed your jacket and keys off the counter and then bolted out of the apartment as quietly as you could.

You drove around for a few hours, trying to clear your mind. You picked up your phone and called Anna, "Do you know what time it is?"

"Anna, you're like an hour ahead of me. It's 10 o'clock here, which means it's 11 o'clock there."

"Exactly, sleepy time." Anna yawned.

"Well, wake up, 'cause I think I have a problem."

"All right, what's wrong? Is it about Jared?"

"Sort of." You nodded. You filled her in on all the drama that had occurred in the last 24 hours. After you told her what had happened, she stayed silent, too stunned to speak.

"Hello? Anna?"

"Well, this isn't fair. Why is your life so much more interesting than mine?" She whined.

You scoffed, "Well, I'm glad you think that way." You rolled your eyes.

"It's not like that. It's just, that you're literally living life like a movie."

"Well, whenever the credits want to roll, I'm ready and waiting." You joked.

As you worked that day, you were dreading the moment the clock stroke 7. That was when Jake came in. Like clockwork, he came in at 7 after work with a bright smile on his face, directed at you.

That night, things were a bit different. He came in at 6:50, with no smirk on his face and looking as disheveled as ever. The hair that he endlessly worried about was sticking up everywhere and looking out of place, and his dress khakis.

"Hey." He walked up to the bar, "Can I talk to you?"

You nodded, wiping your hands on the towel on your shoulder, then followed him outside, "So, what'd you want to-"

"What the hell is going on?"

"What're you talking about?"

"I wake up, and you're gone."

"I wasn't aware we were expected to wake each other up with sweet nothings and neck kisses." You joked.

"Y/N..." He sighed.

"Right, sorry, serious." You nodded, "I fled because I was scared. I didn't remember a lot of what happened last night, so I was a little discombobulated."

"Okay, fair, but no note?"

"Is that proper edicate when you leave someone in bed?" When he didn't answer, you continued, "Look, I'm sorry I left you there, but I didn't know what to think of it. I was confused, hungover, and trying to piece together what happened."

"Just... next time, give me a call or something."

"Next time? You know something I don't, Seresin?" You smirked.

"We'll see, depends on how you answer my next question." He crossed his arms, a smirk on his face.

"Ask away." You nodded.

"Y/N, would you like to get dinner together? Possibly catch a movie together?"

"Oh, that depends. I'll have to check my schedule." You pretended to ponder, before looking back at him, "Looks like I'm free."

"Great, I'll be knocking on your door tomorrow at 5, so don't be late."

"I'll try not to be." You smiled.

"I feel like I talked the entire night," Jake commented as you headed towards the movie theater that was only a few blocks from the restaurant you had just eaten at.

"I don't mind." You shrugged with a smile as you hugged his jacket that he had placed over your shoulders tighter around your body.

"Enough about me. Let's talk about you."

"What do you want to know?"

"Let's start out easy. What did you do before you... moved here?" He hesitated, choosing his words carefully.

You smiled at his thoughtfulness, "You mean before I got left at the altar. You can say it, you don't have to beat around the bush." He nodded, "I worked, well owned, and still own, a flower shop."

"A flower shop? Really?"

"Yeah. I bought it a few years after college, and I worked there with my cousin, but during the wedding, Anna, my cousin, told me to take a step back and started taking over the owner duties."

"Wow, I never would've thought." He chuckled.

"Yeah, but since I moved here, I sort of handed off the reigns to Anna, and from what I've heard, she's doing wonderfully, so I don't have anything to worry about."

"Do you miss it?" He asked.

"What? My life in Colorado Springs? Not really." You shook your head, "It was great to have all my family and friends so close and I love them all so much, but it was also suffocating. So, moving away for the first time ever, it feels like I can finally breathe."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Jake nodded a smile on his face and a look in your eyes you couldn't decipher.

"And plus, I've created a great life here, and I've only been here for like 3 months."

"Great life how?" He egged on.

"Well, I've got a great job, got a great group of friends, the beach is pretty awesome, plus, they have some pretty good burgers down here."

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Job, friends, beach, burgers? Nope, I think I've got everything." You pursed your lips as you thought about it.

"Really? I think you might be missing something." Jake pushed.

You pretended to think about it for an extra second, "Oh, that's right!" You exclaimed, and the smile returned to his face, "There is this amazing bookstore a couple blocks away from the grocery store we always go to."

He groaned and rolled his eyes, "I'm kidding." You laughed, "I met you, and you're kind of pretty amazing."

"Kind of pretty amazing? I'm awesome. I'm such a catch." He stated.

"All right, let's try to shrink down that ego of yours." You wrapped your arms around his waist, "You are a pretty cool catch."

"You are, too." He wrapped his arms around your waist, "I guess I have Jared to thank for something."

"Thank Jared? For what?"

"If he didn't leave you at the altar, you wouldn't have driven from Colorado to here-"

"The wedding was actually in San Francisco." You muttered.

"Why was your wedding in San Francisco?"

"Jared's family lives in San Francisco." You explained, "But, whatever, get on with what you were saying."

"Right, right. If he didn't leave you there and if you wouldn't have driven here, I wouldn't have met you and we wouldn't have been here."

"I guess we do have Jared to thank for this." You smiled.

"Now, let's never talk about him again."

"Let's." You nodded.

"Now, can I kiss you?"

"That would be wonderful." You smiled. He smiled back, then leaned down. As you kissed him back, you could see the credits rolling in your head.

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Short love: Chp 15

Summary: The is about widowed father Bradley Bradshaw who enlists his brother-in-law Jake Seresin and childhood best friend Robert Floyd to help raise his three daughters, eldest Donna Jo Margaret (D.J for short), middle child Stephanie and youngest Michelle in his San Diego home.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warning: Fluff, flirting

In the hotel room, the atmosphere was charged with excitement and anticipation. Jake stood before the mirror, his reflection clad in a sleek tuxedo, his hands slightly trembling with nerves. Bob and Bradley, ever the supportive comrades, bustled around him, adjusting his tie and straightening his lapels with expert precision.

"You're looking sharp, Jake," Bradley remarked, a proud smile gracing his features as he stepped back to admire their handiwork.

Bob nodded enthusiastically, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Yeah, you clean up pretty good, buddy," he teased, nudging Jake playfully.

Jake couldn't help but chuckle, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly at his friends' lighthearted banter. "Thanks, guys," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Bradley clapped him on the back, his expression turning serious for a moment. "You're going to do great, Jake," he said, his tone sincere. "Y/n is lucky to have you."

Bob nodded in agreement, his gaze softening with genuine affection. "Yeah, she's a lucky lady," he added, a hint of emotion creeping into his voice.

As the three men shared a moment of camaraderie, Jake felt a surge of gratitude for the unwavering support of his friends. With their encouragement and reassurance, he knew he could face whatever challenges lay ahead, secure in the knowledge that he wasn't alone.

With a final adjustment to his tie and a reassuring pat on the back from Bob and Bradley, Jake took a deep breath, steeling himself for the momentous occasion ahead. Today, he would marry the love of his life, and he couldn't wait to begin this new chapter with Y/n by his side.

As the final preparations were made, Jake couldn't shake the feeling of nervous excitement that coursed through him. This was the day he had been dreaming of, the day he would pledge his love and commitment to Y/n in front of their family and friends.

As he stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie one last time, Jake couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought him to this moment. He thought about the ups and downs they had faced together, the laughter and tears they had shared, and the unbreakable bond that had formed between them.

Bob and Bradley, sensing Jake's moment of introspection, offered words of encouragement and support. They reminded him of the love that he and Y/n shared, and the strength of their relationship.

With a deep breath, Jake took one final look in the mirror, his heart filled with love and anticipation. Today was the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held for him and Y/n.

As he made his way to the ceremony, surrounded by his closest friends and family, Jake felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that no matter what challenges they may face, he and Y/n would always have each other, and that was all that truly mattered.

In the room filled with excitement and anticipation, Y/n stood surrounded by her nieces, Dj, Stephanie, and Michelle, who watched in awe as she slipped into her wedding dress. The gown, a vision of elegance and grace, shimmered in the soft light, accentuating Y/n's radiant smile as she twirled in front of the mirror.

Dj and Stephanie, their eyes wide with excitement, giggled and whispered among themselves, while Michelle bounced up and down with uncontainable joy. They couldn't wait to see their aunt marry Jake, their beloved uncle, and officially become a part of their family.

Irene, Jake's mom, stood by Y/n's side, her eyes shining with pride and affection. With gentle hands, she helped adjust Y/n's veil and smoothed out the delicate lace of her dress, her presence a comforting reminder of the love and support that surrounded Y/n on this special day.

As Y/n looked around the room at the faces of her loved ones, she felt her heart swell with gratitude. She was about to marry the man of her dreams, surrounded by the people she cherished most in the world. It was a moment she had dreamed of her entire life, and now it was finally here.

With a deep breath, Y/n took one last look in the mirror, her heart filled with love and excitement for the future that awaited her. She was ready to walk down the aisle and begin this new chapter of her life with Jake by her side, surrounded by the love of her family and the promise of a lifetime of happiness ahead.

The room buzzed with laughter and chatter as Irene continued to fuss over the final details of Y/n's ensemble. The air was filled with a mix of excitement, nervous anticipation, and the sweet scent of flowers that adorned the room.

Dj and Stephanie, still enthralled by the magical atmosphere, couldn't resist asking a barrage of questions. "Aunt Y/n, do you feel like a princess?" Dj inquired with wide-eyed curiosity.

Y/n chuckled, her eyes reflecting the joy in her heart. "I feel like the luckiest woman in the world," she replied, exchanging a warm glance with Irene, who shared in the sentiment.

Michelle, not to be left out, tugged at the hem of Y/n's dress. "Aunt Y/n, when do I get to wear a pretty dress like yours?" she asked with a beaming smile.

Y/n scooped Michelle into her arms, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek. "One day, sweetheart, when you find someone special to share your life with," she answered, earning an approving nod from Irene.

As the final touches were made, the room echoed with the sound of joyous laughter and heartfelt moments. Y/n felt a profound sense of belonging and happiness, knowing that she was surrounded by the love of her family as she prepared to embark on this beautiful journey with Jake.

With a final glance in the mirror, Y/n couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the remarkable day unfolding before her. She was ready to walk down the aisle, not just as Jake's bride, but as a cherished aunt to Dj, Stephanie, and Michelle. The room exuded an air of love and excitement, a perfect prelude to the celebration of two families coming together as one.

As the time drew closer for the ceremony to begin, Y/n took a moment to soak in the precious memories being created in that room. She felt a deep sense of gratitude for Irene's presence, her gentle guidance a comforting reminder of the love that awaited her in her new family.

With a soft smile, Y/n reached out to hold Dj and Stephanie's hands, her heart overflowing with love for her nieces. "Thank you for being here with me today," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "You three mean the world to me, and I'm so grateful to have you by my side."

Dj and Stephanie exchanged a glance, their eyes shining with affection for their aunt. "We wouldn't miss it for the world, Aunt Y/n," Dj replied, squeezing her hand tightly.

Stephanie nodded in agreement, a warm smile gracing her lips. "We love you, Aunt Y/n," she said softly, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

Y/n felt tears welling up in her eyes as she embraced her nieces, their bond stronger than ever in that moment. With a deep breath, she turned to Irene, her heart brimming with love and gratitude. "Thank you for everything, Irene," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so blessed to have you as my future mother-in-law."

Irene smiled warmly, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy. "You're already a part of our family, Y/n," she said, her voice filled with love. "Today is just the beginning of a beautiful journey together."

With a final embrace, Y/n felt a sense of peace wash over her. Surrounded by the love of her family, she was ready to take the next step forward, hand in hand with Jake, towards a future filled with endless love and happiness.

As Y/n walked down the aisle on Bradley's arm, her heart beat with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. She couldn't help but steal glances at Jake, waiting for her at the end of the aisle, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

With each step forward, Y/n felt the weight of the momentous occasion, the significance of this day not lost on her. She was about to pledge her love and commitment to Jake in front of their family and friends, surrounded by the beauty of their shared love.

As they reached the end of the aisle, Bradley gave Y/n's hand a reassuring squeeze before placing it in Jake's. Y/n looked up into Jake's eyes, her heart overflowing with love and happiness. In that moment, surrounded by their loved ones, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

With a smile that lit up his face, Jake took Y/n's hand in his, his touch sending a wave of warmth through her. Together, they stood before their loved ones, ready to embark on this incredible journey together.

As Jake linked arms with Y/n to help her up a step of the altar, he couldn't resist whispering in her ear. "You look drop-dead gorgeous," he murmured, his voice filled with love and admiration.

Y/n felt her cheeks flush with warmth at Jake's words, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Thank you," she whispered back, her heart fluttering at the intensity of his gaze.

In that moment, surrounded by the love of their family and friends, Y/n felt like the luckiest woman in the world. With Jake by her side, she knew that she was truly living her fairytale. And as they exchanged vows and sealed their love with a kiss, Y/n knew that their journey together was just beginning, filled with endless love, laughter, and cherished memories.

Standing at the altar, Y/n took a deep breath before starting her vows. Her eyes met Jake's, and a soft smile played on her lips as she began to speak.

"When I first met you, Jake, I never imagined that I would one day move into a house to help a man raise his daughters. I never expected to fall in love with his brother-in-law," she said, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity.

The guests smiled, appreciating the honesty and uniqueness of Y/n's words. She continued, "But life has a funny way of surprising us, and I am so grateful for every unexpected turn that brought me to this moment. From the laughter shared with Dj, Stephanie, and Michelle to the joy found in our love, every step of this journey has been more beautiful than I could have ever imagined."

Y/n turned her gaze to Jake, her eyes reflecting the depth of her emotions. "You've given me a family, a home, and a love that is beyond my wildest dreams. Today, I stand here promising to cherish and support you, to be there through every twist and turn, just as you have been for me."

As she spoke from the heart, Y/n felt the overwhelming love in the air, surrounded by the people who had become her family. The promises she made were not just vows; they were a celebration of the extraordinary journey that had brought them all together.

As Y/n finished her vows, there was a hushed anticipation in the air before Jake's turn to speak. Instead of traditional vows, Jake surprised everyone by asking for a guitar.

With a smile, someone passed him a guitar, and Jake strummed a few chords before he began to sing. His voice was soulful and heartfelt as he sang his own lyrics, a tribute to his love for Y/n:

🎵 "From the moment I met you, my world was changed, You filled my days with sunshine, chased away the rain. I never knew love like this before, You're the one I've been searching for.

With every laugh and every tear we've shared, I know that our love will always be there. Through the ups and downs, we'll stand side by side, Forever and always, you'll be my guiding light.

You're the melody to my song, The harmony that keeps me strong. With you by my side, I feel complete, Together, our love is oh so sweet.

So here I stand, with all my heart, Promising to love you, never to part. With this ring, I give my all to you, Forever and always, I'll be true." 🎵

As the final chords faded away, there wasn't a dry eye in the room. Y/n looked at Jake, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. In that moment, she knew that their love was truly meant to be, a beautiful melody that would last a lifetime.

With the last notes of Jake's heartfelt song fading away, he stepped back up to the altar, his eyes locked with Y/n's. The room was filled with a palpable warmth, and the guests couldn't help but be moved by the sincerity and love that enveloped the couple.

As Jake reached for Y/n's hand, a shared smile passed between them. The time had come for them to exchange the long-awaited "I dos." Their vows, whether spoken or sung, had woven a beautiful tapestry of their love story, and now, in the presence of their family and friends, they were ready to take the next step in their journey.

"I do," Jake said, his voice steady and filled with conviction.

Y/n, her eyes shimmering with happy tears, echoed the sentiment, "I do."

The officiant smiled, pronouncing them as officially married. The room erupted in applause and cheers as Jake leaned in to seal their vows with a tender kiss. The joyous celebration of love continued, marking the beginning of a new chapter for Jake and Y/n.

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Sundress Season

Readers are race and size inclusive. Each one gets more and more smutty. You’ve been warned.

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Rooster

“Fuck me.”

You were there, a one shouldered brown sundress on your body, stiletto heel sandals on your feet that made your legs look extra long. And there was a pilot in front of you, first time back on the east coast in a while. Right now, he was staring at you like you were a glass of water and he was parched. Not what you expected but you were going to roll with it.

“Nice to see you too, Bradley. I thought you were staying in San Diego,” you replied, crossing your legs. You swear it looks like Bradley’s eyes were crossed as he stared at your legs.

Several moments passed and you smirked. Bradley finally replied, “You know I prefer it when you call me Rooster. Brad or Bradley only at other times. But yeah, I’m stationed in San Diego but I had to come out for Will and Stacy’s wedding.”

“How nice of you.”

You stood up, turning around and letting Bradley see the full effect of your dress. There was a strangled groan and you smiled to yourself. You had worn this dress on a whim, fully expecting to have wasted it but Bradley made your night.

Even though tonight was just a get together for Will and Stacy’s fellow UVA NROTC pals before the wedding, Bradley made sure he was by your side the whole time. And you teased him for it. It was fair game; he had been teasing you through the years with that perfect body. Now that you knew he was just as attracted, you were going to make him pay.

Well, that was your thought until you did Blow Job shots with a couple of other girls. Bradley’s eyes flashed brown fire and you found yourself pulled out of the hotel restaurant and into an elevator. Right now, as the elevator went up to your room, you had a Naval Aviator’s hand under your dress, his other hand holding your face as years of repressed attraction finally burst through.

Once you two were at your room, Bradley’s head was under your dress, his name on your lips. The next day, at the wedding rehearsal, you were deliciously sore and making plans for a trip to San Diego.

***

Bob

The purple sundress graced your curves, picked out by Bob this morning. The halter was the perfect support and you were wearing the light cotton thong Bob had picked out.

Bob was in a very playful mood. Part of you should be scared but you were excited. “No, take those off,” Bob said, holding a pair of brief panties. Not the sexiest and you frowned for a second. Then you saw what was in Bob’s other hand.

“Lieutenant Floyd, you are up to no good,” you gasped. Bob smiled at you wickedly, his slate blue eyes brimming with mischief.

Sliding the thong down your legs, you threw it at Bob. He picked it up and sniffed it as you put on the briefs. “I’ll do it myself,” Bob said before you pulled the briefs all the way up. He placed the egg vibrator into you, smirking as he realized you were already wet at the thought of the game. Then he pulled the briefs up, covering the vibrator.

The whole time at the barbecue you two were throwing, you tried so hard to focus on everything but the vibrating egg inside of you. But whenever you least expected it, your shy aviator made it go, turning you into a wet mess. Halfway through, you had to go to the bathroom because you could feel your slick on your thighs.

Like a stealth pilot he was, Bob followed you, locking the door behind him as you stood in front of the mirror in your bathroom. “You’ve been so good for me, letting me play with you. And you’re so fucking sexy in this dress.”

A hand pushed you down onto the sink as you felt cool air on your bottom. Your dress was flipped up, panties on the floor as the vibrations were turned up extra high.

“If you can cum without screaming in the next five minutes, I’ll let you top me tonight,” were the smooth words you heard before you shoved your fist in your mouth, the first orgasm already racking through your body.

*****

Hangman

Your blue dress rippled around your thick thighs as you swayed with each step. You looked good and felt good as you stepped into The Hard Deck.

Making your way towards the bar, a hard arm pulled you into a rock hard body. “Didn’t I tell you that this dress was for my eyes only?”

You smirked as Jake nipped your ear. The sundress had a dangerous slit and Jake’s fingers had found it already. “You know I don’t like sharing what’s mine,” Jake added.

“Hmm, that sounds like a Hangman problem,” you retorted, letting Jake guide you towards the back with his hand on the small of your back. Then he guided you outside of it, pulling you toward his truck.

Green eyes gleaming, Jake replied, “Darlin’, i love it when you get bratty.”

Then you were bent over and Jake whistled. You hadn’t bothered with underwear at all. Then there was a smack and you gasped. Then Jake spanked you again, admiring how your skin heated under his hands. At first, he was just going to punish you for disobeying. But he needed to mark his property properly.

Undoing his belt, Jake unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. Fingering his girl, he murmured, “Can you be quiet for me, darlin’? Or are you going to keep disobeying,” his Texan drawl intensifying with his arousal.

You shook your head as you felt two fingers curl right on your gspot. Jake’s ministrations and the high stakes of your position had you ready to go for him. And when he finally entered you, you gasped, pushing back.

“Love it when you fuck back on me, sugar. Yeah, this is your cock,” Jake harshly whispered as he fucked you hard. It was quick and rough, just enough for both of you to cum hard but quietly, Jake’s seed deep inside of your cunt.

Pulling your dress down, you licked your lips. Jake groaned as he pulled you close to him. “You look fucked out, darlin’. Now though, everyone will know who you belong to.”

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alakeeffectgirl · 11 months

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cruisequarries PART TWO

PART ONE What did we get up to yesterday? 2018? Okay. I will put everything behind a spoiler cut again (there are more pictures/a video today).

Actually, let's rewind just a little, for some Fallout premiere pictures just because.

Paris, July 12th:

London, July 13th:

Seoul, July 16th (according to the designer's website, the hanbok Heather is wearing was designed as a wedding dress, mmhmm)...

I love this picture because they're making those faces at Chris. Here's the bit of Tom making Heather cry in Tokyo:

I highly recommend listening to Tom & Chris commentary track on Fallout, which starts with McQ introducing himself as the writer/director and then Tom introducing himself - as McQ's friend. After the Fallout press tour wraps up, work starts in earnest on Top Gun: Maverick, which Tom and McQ have been discussing - idly, on McQ's part - for years now. "Our relationship is one long conversation about movies," indeed.

While TGM is filming, pre-production is also happening on MI:DR, which McQ has signed on to direct. (These two are usually juggling at least two projects at a time, and really it's probably more like five projects at a time.)

In January of 2019, they're all back in LA so Tom and McQ can pick up some awards.

The McQuarries also go to a premiere and look fantastic (I love McQ's suit):

Tom and McQ go to Ukraine to scout Dead Reckoning locations later in 2019, meet President Zelenskyy, and McQ gets to put his arm around Tom for once instead of their usual other way around.

OH NO I ALMOST FORGOT - at the end of 2019, Tom took the whole McQ clan with him to Las Vegas to see Lady Gaga and ask her to write the TGM song. [cries in 'that's his family']

Production ramps up on DR - and then unfortunately, as we all know, COVID. Most of the cast and crew were in Venice when everything shut down, but Tom hadn't arrived yet.

Production resumes in Rome in October (their production struggles/trying to keep everyone employed/Tom rightfully yelling at people to follow protocols because a lot of jobs depend on them is all well documented), and then moves to Venice. Heather and the dogs are also part of this traveling band.

This isn't six feet apart, dudes...

Production breaks for the holidays, and resumes in Abi Dhabi for the airport/desert sequences, and also one of my favorite pictures of Tom and Heather, just for her expression.

Train sequence filming in Yorkshire in April of 2021, that's Heather in the blue coat:

DR production then breaks for a bit over the summer so Tom can take all his friends to Wimbledon, go to several car things, and make McQ watch football (the soccer version).

DR filming resumes in the fall/winter. Heather goes with to South Africa and they rent out what is basically an adults-only hotel (and save it from having to close!), for part of their stay. I love this picture because Gypsy looks so long-suffering:

OKAY IT'S 2022 NOW, time for the Top Gun: Maverick premiere tour to start - finally! (Do any of these people SLEEP? No. I think it's well-documented that Tom Cruise does not sleep, which is part of what makes him Tom Cruise, but also this means he calls McQ at two in the morning to talk about movies. There's a podcast somewhere where McQ says he thinks Tom might sleep "between the 2:05 email and the 2:40 email", or something along those lines.) (After getting back from South Africa, there was a bunch of test screening stuff for TGM, which is why there are those parking garage pictures. Wouldn't the movie be done, you'd think, since it was supposed to be out in 2020? COVID gave them a reason to tinker with it even more.) The San Diego premiere on the USS MIdway (all the McQs were there, but there aren't any good pictures):

Then Tom went to Mexico, and McQ went home to London for a few days before Tom returned, and they went to the Royal Windsor horse show together.

THEN EVERYONE WENT TO CANNES. Sorry I have just a shitty screencap with a watermark here but alas tumblr only lets you put one video per post. Tom and McQ stopped to get their picture taken en route to the actual photocall and Tom made Heather come back and be in the pictures with them. There is video here.

Cannes, of course, was amazing. I have garbage homemade gifs but they're too big for tumblr (also they're garbage) but all the Cannes red carpet footage is available on YouTube, here and here. (Worth it for Heather, tbh.)

They went straight from Cannes - on Tom's helicopter - back to London for the Royal premiere. Where the McQuarries looked amazing and McQ wore his McQ shoes.

And the after party, because heaven forbid they not all ride in the same car:

And then the McQuarries got a slight break, while Tom went to do more TGM press. But he was back in London by the end of June, and they went on what can only be described as a string of dates. First, they went to the Rolling Stones concert at Hyde Park.

McQ was on Tom's other side, but he's only visible in video (the Daily Mail might be garbage but they do come through with the media).

Then Tom and Heather went to The Eagles show at Hyde Park:

And they all went to see Adele - also at Hyde Park. (The woman in the pink sweater is Tom's CAA agent Maha Dakhil Jackson - I found the picture where you can see Heather over Tom's shoulder.)

Then for Tom's birthday, they went to the F1 British Grand Prix (with some other TGM folks, but they aren't three steps behind Tom like the McQuarries are).

Oh no, we're not done. Tom takes Heather to Wimbledon, where she holds his sunglasses (not visible in this picture).

McQ did not go with, as he was recording a Light the Fuse podcast - which he surprise-dialled in a bunch of DR folks - and his final surprise was Tom. Who was still at Wimbledon with Heather. McQ calls Heather to get Tom, and Heather plays dumb and is like, "oh I don't know where he is, did you try calling him?" and Chris says he already told the podcast guys that they were together. So Tom does his segment from the car he's in with Heather, and his part is only supposed to be like ten minutes but he talks for about forty-five and this includes telling the world they basically all live together. Then they went out to dinner!

And the next day they all went to Wimbledon with Maha and her husband.

I'm stopping here because this is already SO LONG and 2023 is going to be wild just by itself! PART THREE

#cruisequarries

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anything for you | part two

pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x Rebecca Hermann (fem!OC)

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, implied violence against women/children, discussions of murder (nothing explicit/gory), inaccuracies about hotel ownership, implied child neglect, descriptions of anxiety/panic attacks, discussion of insecurities, eventual smut, warnings to be added as needed

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note: here's part two, thank you to everyone who read the first part and left such kind comments - you're all so lovely!

Thursday, June 22, 2023 | San Diego, CA | 1332 PST

“When you asked if I was free for lunch, I thought this was going to be a fun, sexy thing.”

“And you thought garlic-and-onion-filled gyros were the appropriate pairing for a sexy lunch?” She snorts, rolling her eyes when he keeps talking, ignoring her teasing.

“I wouldn’t have said yes and ordered your favorite-” Jake pauses to shove a huge bite into his mouth “-if I knew you were just going to torture me with this stuff.”

“That’s disgusting, don’t talk with your mouth full.” Rebecca looks at him with disdain when he opens his mouth to show off his half-chewed food. “How you were voted California’s most eligible bachelor eight years in a row is a complete mystery to me.”

“I never had lunch with the selection committee.”

She smiles at his joke, then straightens up, getting down to the matter at hand. “So, what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I don’t care what color our napkins are.” He groans, flopping back into the loveseat where they’re sharing lunch.

“Well, neither do I!” She huffs, flapping the fabric samples toward his face. “Pick one: pearl white or ivory cream.”

“Those look fucking identical.”

“They basically are.”

“So why does it matter?”

“Because Michelle needs an answer today on what we want for the reception, so please pick one.”

“I want whatever you want, darling.” Her blood heats up; the combination of the condescending pet name and how attractive he manages to be while lounging on the uncomfortable corporate-chic cushions is practically lethal.

She practically whines his name, tired of the back and forth on a conversation they’d already had three times. “Stop being a patronizing dickhead and just pick one of the nearly identical napkin options.”

“The right one.”

“Perfect, a fantastic choice.” She tosses the samples on the table and pulls out her phone to text the decision to their wedding planner. “You know, it would be nice if you would help make some of the real decisions for this wedding, too.”

“But you’re doing such a great job! And besides, I’m giving valu-”

“If you say, “valuable input on the honeymoon” one more time, I will sit on you and shove that salad down your throat, I swear to god, Jacob.”

“You say that like I wouldn’t enjoy it.”

“Keep it up, and I’ll shove more than just the salad.”

He sits up, a huge grin lighting up his face. “Wow! You are so feisty today, Mrs. Seresin!”

“I’m not Mrs. Seresin yet; you pompous, jacka-” Her joking tirade is cut off by his desk phone.

“Honey, as much as I love it when you’re mean to me, gonna need you to hold onto that thought. I told Ginger to hold all calls while you were here unless it was an emergency.” He hustles to his desk, brushing his fingers against her cheek as he passes. “This is Jake Ser- okay. Okay, hold on, sweetheart, she’s right here. Just a second.”

He waves her over as he holds the receiver away from his mouth, “It’s your sister, and she’s crying.”

“What?!” She trips getting up, her mind immediately going to the worst-case scenario. “Delilah? Are you okay? What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“Th-they-they aren’t-t-t…”

“Try to breathe, honey. Are you okay? Can you tell me if you’re hurt?”

“N-not hurt.” It’s a relief to hear, but Delilah’s breathing is too unstable to be comfortable.

“Alright, okay. It’s okay. I’m right here. Don’t want to trigger an asthma attack, so we’re gonna take deep breaths together, okay? Just like we used to when you were little.” The sisters breathe together, the older one making sure her inhales and exhales are loud enough for the younger one to hear over the phone.

It takes a few minutes, but Delilah’s breathing starts to level out. “Thanks, Becca.”

“Of course, kiddo. Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“My academic awards ceremony is tonight, and I’m probably getting a big math award, but Dad just called me to tell me that they’re not gonna make it because it’s Mom’s birthday! They’re going to dinner and then to the bars with the guys from Dad’s crew! Can you believe it?” Her voice is weak but borderline shrill. “It’s my senior year – the last big thing besides graduation – and they’re not coming!”

The last three words send Rebecca’s mind into a spiral. All the times she had heard that exact phrase and then been the one to care for her sister flashing through her mind. At seventeen, being forced to be a primary caretaker to an infant Delilah during the limited free time she had in between school and work. At twenty-eight, and parenting her preteen sister because her biological parents decided to go on a month-long trip to the Caribbean. Every time they had deemed something else more important than their child. The countless volleyball and softball games missed, cash wasted on tickets for the school musical, parent-teacher conferences that were straight-up ignored half the time. When Rebecca was younger, she would mourn the gas money burned and the free time stolen as she acted as a personal assistant and valet to her sister, driving back and forth to practices, dentist appointments, dance classes, play rehearsals, haircuts, anything that Delilah needed. Looking back now, she was grateful they had gotten to spend that time together.

“We’ll be there.” She interrupts without thinking.

“You will?” Delilah’s voice is soft but pleased. The intention of her call was just to vent to her big sister, let out the frustration of being ignored again by her parents. “You don’t have to. I know you’re both busy.”

“Never too busy for you, babe. What time does it start? Do you want a ride?” She sinks into the desk chair, crossing her legs and leaning back, hoping the pressure building behind her eyes doesn’t turn into a full-blown migraine.

Rebecca can feel Jake hovering before he squats next to the chair. She ignores him in favor of letting the now happy voice of her sister wash over her. It’s a solid plan until a large hand lands on her thigh. His palm is warm where it lays against her skin, and his fingers gently rub the material of her skirt, letting her know he’s there. She turns her head to the right and peeks an eye open, watching him watch her.

“Is she hurt?” He mouths the question, looking relieved after she shakes her head.

She hesitates for a second before putting her hand on his, rubbing her thumb along the back of his hand in thanks. Jake takes the opportunity to hold her hand, playfully squeezing her fingers a few times, a ghost of a smile on his face. The sisters talk a bit more, confirming plans for the evening and saying “I love you” before hanging up. Rebecca drops the receiver into its cradle and leans back, looking at the ceiling. The office is quiet, the clock on the wall making the only noise in the otherwise silent room.

“Since we’re not preparing to storm Normandy, I take it everything is okay now?” She hums in confirmation, still staring at the ceiling. “What happened?”

“They’re not coming.”

There’s something about the way she says it – voice hollow, emotionless – that sets warning bells off in his head, but he still asks, “Who?”

“Fucking Seymour and Brittany.” She starts pacing. “It’s Brittany’s birthday, so they’ve decided that it’s not necessary to attend Delilah’s academic awards ceremony. Her senior year academic awards ceremony. Her last one. Where – because of her intelligence, hard work, and high academic ranking – it’s extremely likely that she’ll be receiving a boatload of awards. My father called her and told her they weren’t going to make it because they’re going out to dinner and then drinking with those idiots that hang around him! As if they couldn’t do that after the awards are over! It starts at six, and it’ll be like, at a maximum, an hour and a half!”

Jake stares in shock at the woman trying to wear a hole into his carpet. It wasn’t uncommon for her to curse or to be louder than usual when joking around, but the last time, the only time, he had seen Rebecca raise her voice in anger was that fateful night in February when she reamed him out after breaking into her house. Since then, her demeanor has matched the woman she had always been known to be. A kind and thoughtful person with a quieter disposition, one that hid a tough side she brought out only when needed, and a wit sharp enough to cut glass. Her voice is scathing, decades' worth of built-up frustration and resentment being released, and it freezes him in place.

“It’s just so unfair! I know they don’t like me, that I’m the “black sheep” of the family, or whatever the latest lame-ass attempt at an insult my father has taken to calling me. I don’t care about that. I worked my ass off junior and senior year to get a good scholarship, and I did. I practically put in full-time hours to save up enough to get out of that fucking house, and I did! The day after my eighteenth birthday, I packed up that crappy Camry – that I bought with my own money! – and moved into that sketchy apartment with five roommates. I worked hard to be the “outcast” of that family! I escaped, and they don’t like that, and that’s fine. I don’t need them to like me!”

Her voice was getting louder, the pacing and hand gestures more frenzied. She could feel her blood pressure rising, but she couldn’t stop. She hadn’t been this mad in years. She actually couldn’t remember the last time she was this angry.

“But it’s not fair that Delilah is treated like that! Like some show pony they can trot out when it pleases them. I know she’s the kid that was created on purpose, and I was the mistake no one wanted, but they just show her off like she’s some shiny object! Bragging about how smart she is and her amazing grades, her talent and how she gets cast in lead roles in the school plays and musicals, her athletic prowess, and how she definitely could have gone D1 if she wanted. But she doesn’t want to because she’s going to dedicate herself to helping others – something they know nothing about – but, of course, none of that actually matters to them! I can count on two hands the number of things they’ve actually showed up in the last eighteen years and still have fingers left over! And the worst part is she still believes they’re going to show up! That they’re suddenly going to give a damn about anything she does. That they’re going to treat her as more than a way for them to make themselves look better. And she doesn’t have anyone else because the only other family left is our grandfather, and it would take a fucking miracle for him to show up to an event where there’s even the slightest possibility that his son might be there. There’s no one else, so I said we’d g- oh my god.”

She stops on a dime, turning on her heel to Jake, who was shaken out of his stupor after the third curse word and now is staring in disbelief at his fiancé. “I said we’d go. You don’t have to go. I’m sorry I said you were coming without checking first-”

“I want to go.”

“-I just got caught up in the moment and didn’t think about it. You don’t have to-” His words register. “What?”

“I said it’s okay that you RSVP’d yes for me; I want to go.”

“You don’t have to. It’s not your sister.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, I’m aware of that. Otherwise, this engagement would be kinda awkward. And illegal.”

“What?” The joke goes over her head; she’s only half paying attention, her body still on a high from anger and the adrenaline rush that hit when she heard her sister crying.

“Because if she was my sister, then we’d be related, which is illegal or at the very least frowned upon…” He trails off, realizing he’s not getting through. “Wow, that really got to you, huh?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m used to their bullshit; I usually don’t get so mad. But hearing her cry on the phone like that, she was practically hyperventilating when you answe- wait. How did Delilah even get through?”

“I put her on the allowed caller list.”

“You did?” She’s surprised.

She probably shouldn’t be anymore. Except for the rough start to their engagement in February, Jake had a perfect gentleman.

His generosity is unfamiliar to her, unexpected from a man of the Dagger organization. And she hadn’t been expecting the same care to be so easily extended to her sister. She assumed she would have to make more demands to ensure Delilah was taken care of properly. But he’s done everything she was planning to ask of him, and more, before she even had the chance to bring it up. A college fund set up with safeguards in place so only a select few have access, protecting the money from her greedy father. A brand-new car: one that’s cute and practical, with a top safety rating, in her sister’s preferred color. A week-long trip over Delilah’s spring break to the three schools she was considering so she could make what Jake called “the most educated decision possible.” He even almost bought a house that neighbored the campus of her final choice, a decision that Rebecca had to talk him down from. She’s still suspicious that he secretly bought it, despite a lengthy lecture on why that was a dumb idea.

Despite his kindness, it was hard for them to interact with each other at the start of their engagement. The first month was awkward, filled with distrusting glances and silted conversations as she settled into the guest room of his ocean-view property. Their proposal announcement was spent answering questions about the financial impact of Rebecca joining Eagle Hotels as the head of the newly reformed community and charity outreach division instead of their whirlwind romance. The press conference was supposed to be the way to launch the couple to the public, grabbing attention and headlines at the fact that California’s eternal bachelor was taking a wife who was going to use the profits of his multi-million company to pour money into cancer research and other worthy causes. Instead, the next day, the media was speculating about the financial future of Eagle and the validity of their relationship, not believing they were in love – or even liked each other – due to the lack of chemistry and the visible discomfort radiating from them both.

After reading that even reputable publications questioned the engagement, Rebecca realized they needed to become friends. Being comfortable with each other would allow them to sell the relationship to the public and investors while having the bonus side effect of convincing the older members of the Dagger organization that were still doubtful. Getting to know each other on a surface level and becoming friends would allow that to happen without having to get too close. Her plan had worked. They became comfortable with each other, the speculation stopped, and the gushing over their relationship started.

It also had the unintended effect of him becoming even more thoughtful, taking her into consideration and asking her opinion, even when it wasn’t necessary. He makes her laugh, a perfectly timed terrible pun lifting her spirits on tough days. He gives affection freely. Keep gestures subtle in public, a hand on her lower back or whispering in her ear just to follow it up with a kiss to her temple, all done to get perfect paparazzi shots of the couple. In private, around friends and family, his hands are bolder but never disrespectful. A strong arm around her waist, a gentle kiss on her neck, a warm hand on her thigh.

It's not what she’s used to from men, and it flusters her, even knowing it’s an act.

Then, the reminder that it’s an act puts her guard back up. Reverting to constantly reminding herself that this is a business agreement, a marriage of convenience.

Nothing more.

It’s hard, though. He makes her feel safe. Something a man hadn’t done in a decade.

Even when something happens that rips her back to reality and she’s reminded that this isn’t a real relationship, she feels safe. She knew what she was signing up for when she agreed to the marriage. What it would mean to be the wife of The Hangman. That he was a dangerous man who had done horrible things. There’s been several nights when he comes home late, knuckles intact to ensure plausible deniability of the Dagger leader, but with dark red flecks on an otherwise pristine white shirt that betray his innocence. It’s clear from the fact that Jake lets her see him on nights like that, nights when business had to be taken care of, that he trusts her. She trusts him, not fully, but enough to know that with him, she’s safe. She knows that as long as it’s not his blood that he comes home covered in. But another night, another ruined shirt, and the reminder runs through her head on eternal rotation.

This isn’t real. It’s to protect your sister, your family. This isn’t real. It’s to protect your sister, your family.

“Of course I did. She’s family. Oh honey, come here.” He pulls her close after catching sight of her lower lip wobbling and hugs her soft body into his harder one. Mentally admonishing himself after the moment he takes to appreciate her curves when she’s practically crying. “It’ll be okay. She’s going to school; it’s paid for, and she can stay with us during her breaks. Or we’ll get her a good internship, so she doesn’t have to come back at all. And after we get married, she doesn’t ever have to see them again if she doesn’t want to.”

“I know.” She rests her forehead against his collarbones, breathing to try and stop the tears threatening to escape. “I’m just worried.”

“About what?” One of his hands starts rubbing her back, the other drifting down to his favorite spot on her hip. “We can fix it, just gotta tell me.”

“Everything? I don’t know; I just feel so guilty. For the longest time, I was resentful that I had to take care of her so much, and of course, it was them I was mad at, but I’m afraid it seemed like I was upset with her. And then there were so many years where I was more distant than I wanted to be because dealing with them was just so awful. And I couldn’t get her out of there, and I’m worried that those two have hurt her in ways that I’ll never be able to understand or fix.” Her voice gets tighter as she speaks, cracking on the last word.

“Hey, breathe. It’s okay. I know you feel bad, but you did everything you could for her. You did what you had to do to protect yourself. And even though you were kinda distant, you still spent so much time with her. She loves you so much; she wants to be just like you. And let’s face it – with both parents alive, no documented history of abuse, and your father being who he is, no judge in the county would have dared to give you custody. You did the best you could do, and it was enough. She’s kind, smart, and funny, and I’m 110% certain that is all of you.” He wipes a tear that falls. “And I’m here now. Together we’ll keep her as safe as we possibly can. I will do everything in my power to protect you both. Okay?”

She sniffles, “Okay. Thank you, Jake.”

“Of course, anything for you, you know that. Now let’s see a smile!” Her weak attempt at a smile is met with his wide grin. “There’s my girl!”

His smile turns confused when she bites back a laugh. “What?”

“You have lettuce in your teeth.”

How the fuck did I get here?

Rebecca has had that exact thought countless times since February. If someone had told her five months earlier that she would be sitting in the back of her high school’s auditorium next to Jacob “The Hangman” Seresin, and not only would he be her fiancé, but he would be willingly and eagerly attending her sister’s academic awards ceremony, and that it was his idea to buy a bouquet of daisies and make a reservation at the nicest steakhouse in the city to celebrate afterward, she would have taken that person to the emergency room for fear of horrific brain damage.

After the call with her sister Jake had cleared the rest of his schedule, insisting they spend the rest of the afternoon together. He spent the next few hours driving them around town, completing a to-do list that existed in his head. The first stop was a jewelry store to pick up two necklaces. One he immediately put around Rebecca’s neck. A beautiful white gold pendant with a teardrop-shaped peridot gemstone that rested perfectly on her decolletage. August’s birthstone for her and her sister’s birthday. The second box had an identical necklace, a graduation gift for Delilah, he explained. She didn’t have a chance to protest the much too expensive gifts before he was dragging her down the street to a bookstore where they argued over the best author of the twentieth century for almost an hour. Leaving with multiple books by Ian Fleming and Sue Grafton for comparison purposes and a promise to the owner to return. They popped into Rebecca’s favorite bakery for a snack and left with a baker’s dozen of treats and two iced teas. Splitting a chocolate donut, they dropped the rest of the pastries at the Machado household for Javy and Julianna to enjoy on their anniversary weekend. The last stop was a florist on Main Street to grab a bouquet before they picked Delilah up and headed to the school.

It had been a perfect afternoon.

The more she thinks about how smoothly everything went, how natural it felt, the more stressed she becomes. It shouldn’t have been easy. It shouldn’t have happened at all! He had more important things to do than spend the afternoon together. Why would he do that? She’s attempting to distract herself from the overwhelming feelings threatening to send her into a panic attack by flipping through the awards ceremony program when she sees it.

Her brain disconnects from her body; she can feel it happen. She knows the room is loud; it had been loud when they sat down, but now everything is muffled, and the only thing she can hear is blood rushing in her ears. Her body suddenly feels like concrete, heavy in a way it isn’t usually; an invisible pressure pushing especially hard on her sternum, making her breathing staccato and shallow. The folded booklet in her hands is now blurry, her eyes so unfocused she’s seeing multiple of the program swirling in front of her. Her hands start to shake in a way they haven’t done in a long time.

It’s the goddamn program. A voice in her head tells her. How are you supposed to deal with this? Seeing her name out of nowhere!

Another voice interrupts. No! It’s his fault. He’s being too nice; it wasn’t supposed to be like this! He wasn’t supposed to be like this.

She distantly thinks both of the voices are probably right. Because for the second time today, she can feel Jake’s concern from where he’s seated next to her – the auditorium is old, and the seats are packed together, reminiscent of a time with laxer safety regulations – and Rebecca knows that his eyebrows are scrunched together. They do that when he’s confused or worried; she noticed a few weeks after she moved into his place. She can feel his hand land on hers, and his breath is warm against her cheek where he’s leaned in close to check on her. He’s probably asking if she’s okay, asking what’s wrong, asking if she needs anything, shockingly sweet for a man suspected to be the cause of twenty-two deaths, but she can’t focus on him because right there, printed in black and white, is her mother’s name.

Monroe Mathematics Scholarship - $5,000 Given to the graduating senior who completed all the advanced mathematics courses with the highest overall four-year average and is pursuing higher education in medicine, engineering, or education. Established in 2009, this scholarship was created in loving memory of Laura Monroe and is generously donated by an anonymous alumnus. 2023 Winner: Delilah Hermann

“-ecca? Honey?” Her ears come back into play as a hand turns her face to the left. Dazed brown eyes meet worried green ones. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.” Liar.

The green eyes narrow. “You’re lying. What’s wrong?”

“I- just… flipping through the program and seeing her name sprinkled throughout it right next to the words “graduating senior” got to me. She’s not a baby anymore. She’s going away to school, at a school that’s far away from me. And I’m going to miss her.”

Not a lie. Not the truth either.

“Oh, honey.” He wraps an arm around her shoulder, right hand absentmindedly playing with her hair. “I know, it sucks. It was hard to send all three of my sisters off to school, especially Kayla, and we’re not nearly as close as you two are. I don’t have any words to make it better, but I get it if that helps?”

“Yeah, it helps a little bit.”

“Good. Now!” He pulls her in close, pressing their cheeks together as he dramatically gestures toward the front of the auditorium. “Who exactly is that punk sitting next to my sister-in-law?”

“You don’t recognize him? That’s Travis.”

“Travis Kazansky?” She nods as she settles back into her own seat and firmly closes the program, she still felt dazed, but the weight of his arm was grounding. “Actually, where are the Kazanskys?”

“Sarah mentioned that Tom’s treatment was harder than usual the other day. I think they were planning to stay home so he can rest. Poor Travis. His senior year has been pretty rough.”

“God, he got big. What happened? Why are they sitting together?”

“Well, he went through puberty; that tends to happen to children, especially those that are 18 years old.”

He lets out a sarcastic chuckle, “You’re so funny I almost forgot how to laugh. Why are they sitting together?”

“Probably because they’re friends, Jake.”

“Friends?! How did those two become friends?”

“Delilah was his trig tutor, and they became friends… how ever kids become friends these days. TikTok or whatever. I don’t know anymore.”

“I thought she was taking calculus?”

“She did take calc, but she was a tutor for lower-level math classes this year.” A small smile forms on her face, watching the two teenagers shyly flirt with each other, surrounded by their friends.

“Jesus, you two are smart. I don’t know where you got- Look!” Jake interrupts his own muttering to aggressively point down front again. “Look at that! He put his arm around her!”

“I see that. It’s very sweet.”

He looks incredulous. “Sweet?! That’s not sweet! He’s taking advantage of her!”

“You’re being ridiculous! He puts his arm around her, that is not taking advantage of her. He is a perfectly nice boy!”

“No, he is not “a nice boy” – he’s a teenage boy! He's the starting quarterback and captain of the lacrosse team!”

“Hmm, wow, sounds familiar.”

“Exactly! I know what he’s like because that’s who I was!”

She rolls her eyes at the overprotective brother routine. “And you turned out fairly decent. I think we’ll be okay.”

“No! He’s not good enough for-”

“Jake. What he’s doing is totally harmless. He’s a good kid, and we know his parents very well. I’m not worried about it. And I’m actually glad a cute boy is flirting with Delilah. I didn’t get that, so I’m happy she’s getting to experience it.”

He freezes, looking sideways at her, noting her wistful expression as she watches the younger blonde boy play with her sister’s perfectly curled hair. “No one flirted with you in high school?”

“No, which isn’t surprising. I was a dork and so painfully shy. Besides, no one wanted to be known for being the guy that flirted with the too-smart-for-her-own-good, fat girl.” She shifts in her chair, dislodging his arm from her shoulders, uncomfortable with the vulnerability she had accidentally shown. His response is interrupted by Principal Scott attempting to start the evening, the entire audience cringing at the feedback that reverberates through the hall.

“Well, it’s nice to know some things around here never changed.”

Jake is worried about the woman in his passenger seat; she hasn’t once made fun of his music choice or criticized his bad blinker habits. She’s been staring out the window since they left the restaurant, just watching the bright lights of downtown. “You didn’t cry as much as I thought you would.”

His bad joke works, as it so frequently does with her. “Oh, like you’re so tough! I heard you sniffle when Delilah got the math scholarship.”

“How could I not be proud of her? She won seven awards, and that was the biggest one I saw listed in the program, and she won it!” His eyes go big as he defends himself.

She leans back into her seat, crossing her arms across her chest. “It is a big award, must be a pretty successful alumnus who donated it. Wonder who it is…”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool of them, whoever they are.”

She goes to question him – fairly certain the anonymous alumni donor is him – when he makes an unexpected turn. “What are you doing?”

“Ice cream.”

Her eyes narrow, “I thought you didn’t want dessert?”

“Maybe I just wanted to have some alone time and get a lil something sweet with my something sweet.”

“You said no at the restaurant, that you were “too full” for dessert.” She points out.

“Well, I’ve since changed my mind.” He sniffs. “A man is allowed to do that.”

“Mmmhm. You’ve done that a few times tonight.”

He plays dumb. “What do you mean?”

“When Delilah mentioned that we were going to Morton’s for a celebration dinner in front of Travis, I thought you would blow a gasket. But instead, you invited him to join us; I didn’t even have to nudge you. And you didn’t complain once when you called the restaurant to adjust our reservation.”

“Anything for you, my dear.”

She starts chuckling at him. “Stop it! You are so full of shit. There was nothing! No complaining, no protesting the, the- oh, what did you call him when he put his hand on her back? Oh! No protesting the “devil child” joining our dinner? And by the way, I can’t believe you suggested that Travis drive Delilah home and then stuffed fifty bucks in his hand so they could stop and get ice cream!”

“He’s not a bad kid.”

“Oh, and what pray tell has caused this sudden change of heart, Mr. Seresin?”

“He was very polite and respectful.”

“And?” She pokes his arm, poking him harder when he mumbles something. “I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“…and he called me sir without any prompting.” He backs into a spot, completely avoiding eye contact once in park.

“Oh my god.” Her chuckles turn into full-blown laughter. “You are so ridiculous.”

“You’re so mean to me.” He looks genuinely sad, pouting in the driver’s seat.

She unbuckles and leans across the console, getting in his personal space with a smile bigger than he had ever seen from her. “I thought you liked it when I’m mean to you?”

Her voice is low, sexy, even as she’s mocking him with his own words from earlier in the day. Suddenly his whole body feels hot, and he laughs to deflect, praying to any available deities that his neck isn’t turning red. “You know what?”

“What?”

“Just for that, you can pay for ice cream.” He climbs out of the car, smile growing as he listens to her protests about how she wasn’t even the one that wanted ice cream, so he should be the one to pay. She’s still making her case when they meet at the bumper, but he doesn’t respond, distracted by how she hooked her hand through his elbow without thinking. He stares at the ring adorning her fourth finger, and his heart thumps.

This is what the rest of our lives are going to be like.

She gently pinches the inside of his bicep as she presses into his side to give more room to a young family juggling a stroller and three young kids on a sugar high, wiggling her fingers at the baby propped on his mom’s hip. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Always, my dear.”

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lukeevangelista · 2 years

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idk if you’ve already written something like this but i got inspo from the pic of quinn at demko’s wedding

just imagine it’s time for the bride to throw the bouquet and reader catches it. reader kinda just stands there not knowing what to do bc their relationship with quinn is fairly new. so then after the wedding and they both get home, the two talk about their future together and whatnot

I haven’t but I adore this.

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Lex turned around, her bouquet above her head as she went to throw it- the other girls jumping to get it as it went over their heads and straight to you.

Quinn and the other goes were watching from across the room as Brock nudged him jokingly, “Looks like you’re getting married soon Huggy.”

You stood there, not really knowing how to react as you twiddled with the ribbon on the beautiful arrangement.

Your eyes met Quinn’s, a blush covering your cheeks as you handed to bouquet back to Lex, thinking she would like it back as you muttered an apology.

“Let’s go.” You whispered as you crossed the room to him, the festivities coming to an end anyways.

You both felt the awkward tension as you two stood there a couple more minutes, bidding goodbyes to everyone before Quinn’s hand found the lower portion on your back, guiding you to the door.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.” You admitted as he walked you to the passenger door, him opening it.

“You didn’t.” He said as he shut the door, walking around to get into the drivers seat, “I was just shocked I guess.”

The car ride was quiet, but comfortable as you two passed through the streets of San Diego, finding the hotel you two were staying in fairly quickly.

“Can we talk?” Quinn chose to address the elephant in the room.

“About what?” You asked, trying to keep your emotions under control.

“You know exactly what babe.” He said as he sat on the bed, patting the bed beside him, “I know you saw my face.”

“I didn-“

“You did. I saw how your face dropped when you looked me. I promise, it’s not that I don’t love you. We’re just young and this is new, but one day, i would love to have a ring on that finger,” he spoke as he rubbed his thumb over your left hand ring finger, “you last name the same as mine and our kids calling you mama.”

“You…” you stuttered, “you just told me you loved me.”

“Because I do Y/N.”

“I love you more Quinn Hughes.”

#quinn hughes #soft thoughts w/ari

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evieismol · 10 months

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y’all I had another gt themed dream so obviously I must post about it. So basically I was a fairy (of the small, magical, forest variety, not the spooky irish fae variety) and I was like 3ish inches tall. Basically, the dream. And I had this really cool glittery wings.

Anyways, I lived in like a fairy community outside of Julian, CA in the woods but I girlbossed too close to the sun and ended up in San Diego somehow (the details of the dream were unclear, per dream logic, I just remember it was my own hubris at fault). I ended up like hiding in this cave by the beach and watching these humans at a beach party/bonfire by the Hotel Del Coronado and there was this one really pretty human girl who ended up seeing me. I guess fairies were like sort of known but somewhat rare to interact with in-universe?

So obviously I was freaking out but she was really nice and she lived in this really cool beach house in the la jolla area (i think this post is actually just me revealing i used to live in san diego w way too many details aboit neighborhoods and shit) but she was like staying at the hotel del for her sister’s wedding I guess? Idk. We hit it off and she helped me get back to my fairy village but then we started dating so I kept going back to sd to visit her. and it was so cute and fun and warm and fluffy feeling in the dream. Like I remember going to belmont park and riding around on her shoulder and then i woke up🥲

#g/t #giant/tiny #gt #sfw g/t #gt sfw

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dionysus-complex · 9 months

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went to San Diego, felt a little sad about Jimmy Buffett, ate very good Thai food, saw Senses Fail, got enough other people’s sweat on me to last me for a long while, slept off the late night in a cozy hotel, and then went for a beautiful hike today before driving back. overall a really nice Labor Day/3-year wedding anniversary weekend

#have grown quite fond of san diego as a city these past few years

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callsign-magnolia · 1 year

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I Hope You Dance // Ch. 41

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 7.0k

Chapter 40 | Masterlist

It was a warm and sunny day in San Diego, perfect for viewing venues. I pulled the Bronco up next to Penny’s Porsche, her and Mav leaning against it and talking. “There she is! The Bride-to-be!” Mav yelled as I got out, wrapping me up in a hug. Once he let go, Penny hugged me. “So, how’d you find this place?” She asked, turning to look at the victorian home in front of us. “Passed it on the way back home from looking at that last hotel.” She nodded as we walked onto the porch. I caught sight of the Kingston Estate as I sat in traffic coming back from the last venue I checked out. When I looked online they had a garden in the back, as well as a hillside that gave you a view of the ocean, perfect to get married in front of. We walked inside as a woman in a suit walked up to us. “Hi, you must be Miss Motley.” I nodded, shaking her hand. “I’m Margaret, will your fiancé be joining us?” I shook my head. “He’s currently deployed. He’ll come back in April.” She smiled and nodded. “Well here. These have our package options, we offer catering, a photographer and videographer, and we can even make your cake in house.” I raised my brows as she went over everything they did, and the prices on the sheet weren’t that bad.

“Now let me show you the ballroom.” “Oh, can we actually see the garden and the outdoor space first?” She nodded, having us follow her outside. We walked out a large set of gorgeous french doors, leading into a large open space. “Now this is where you would have the ceremony outside. We supply chairs as well as an archway that you can decorate as you, please. If it is too windy that day, we can move it inside, but hopefully we wouldn’t have too.” It was so open and spacious out here, the grass was soft and green, and you could smell the flowers from the garden when a breeze blew by. “You think Bradley will like it?” I turned to Mav who nodded. “Oh yeah, this is something he’d enjoy.” I smiled, nodding. “Okay, let me show you the garden.” We followed her around the corner and all kinds of flowers in many different colors invaded my vision. “Oh wow!” Penny gasped as we walked around. Rows on rows of flowers were everywhere, and there was even a small pond with fish inside. “I really really like this.” The smile wouldn’t leave my face and my muscles were aching. “Would you like to see the inside now?” I nodded and we followed behind her. “Okay, this is our main ballroom.” She opened the double doors to reveal a large room with white and black tiled floor. Tall windows allowed for the sunlight to pour in which made the room seem so warm.

“This is where your reception would be. We provide tables, chairs, a screen for pictures or videos, and space for a band or DJ. We can decorate however you wish. A lot of people these days like the bright neons, but we do have some warm yellow lights that we can hang.” I nodded. “Warm lighting for sure, I’m not a fan of a club element at weddings and neither is Roo.” She nodded. “We have a list of bands and DJ’s that have worked with us, and we recommend as well.” I nodded, just amazed at the room. “Against this wall here we have the bar. You don’t have to use it but if you do you have the option of an open bar or guests paying.” I nodded still mesmerized by the room. The gold chandelier hung over the center of the floor, the morning sunlight bouncing off it. “If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to our bridal suite and our grooms suite.” We followed her up the grand staircase, the windows showing a beautiful view of the ocean. She took us to the right, towards the groom’s suite, swinging the door open and allowing us into the large room. There was a pool table, a wet bar, a large bathroom with a shower, darts, a large couch and a few chairs and a tv. “There is a bedroom through here, many grooms decide to stay here the night before.” She opened the door to see a smaller bedroom that had a queen size bed. I nodded, as we looked around. “We also have a large closet with a steamer for tuxedos.”

It was nice, nicest I had seen yet and the best price for what we were getting. “Now, the bridal suite.” I was excited to see this, almost skipping behind Margaret on the way over. She swung the door open, and I gasped. Everything was white, bright and beautiful. Tall windows like the rest of the house with sheer white curtains around them, plush white carpet, a wet bar, tv, a living room set up, and a few vanities spread throughout the room. “The bathroom has everything the groom’s suite does, as well as a king-sized bed in that room.” We walked over and it looked so plush and soft, white blankets making it look crisp and clean. “Here we have a hook that you can hang the dress on, a lot of women love to have pictures of just the dress. These are bow windows, and they look beautiful at any time of day, and they make for great pictures.” The excitement was building in my chest. “What do we think?” I asked, turning to Mav and Penny. “Rooster is obviously going to like whatever you like,” Mav said as he tossed his arm over my shoulder. “But I genuinely think he will love this.” I nodded as Penny stepped up next to him. “This screams you guys. It’s classic but not super formal, I can see you guys getting married out there.” I nodded and we followed Margaret down to her office.

“So, what do we think?” I nodded. “I like it, a lot. It’s just screaming at me, but I do have to talk to my fiancé before I book anything.” She nodded, clicking around on her computer. “Okay, well we book out fast and far. When do you talk to him next?” I looked at my phone, looking for the date. “Tomorrow actually.” She nodded, looking up at the clock. “I have four more couples who are looking today. If they all book with us, this can book us out another five months because we already have stuff booked for next year.” My face fell at her words, I was worried we wouldn’t have the short engagement we wanted. “Is there any way I can hold a spot?” She pursed her lips, looking at her computer. “I’m not supposed to, but I’ll tell you what. The next available day we have for a wedding is Saturday December thirty-first. If you put down a deposit on that day, I won’t let anyone else book it. You can talk to your fiancé and call me, but if you don’t call me by Monday, you won’t get that deposit back.” I nodded, whipping out the cash I kept in case I found a venue. “If you do book on the 31st and hang around till midnight there will be fireworks.” I smiled as I handed her the money, nodding. “Thank you so much, Margaret.”

As we got outside, I couldn’t help but do a little dance. “Ah! I found a venue!” Penny and Mav laughed. “It’s really great, Magnolia.” Mav said and I couldn’t help the sigh that escaped me. “I know, and I can’t wait to talk to Rooster about it! I’m gonna go home and email him all the info!” They smiled as I got into the Bronco, tearing down the road, joyful as ever. I was surprised when I got home to find a small SUV in the driveway and an older woman standing on the porch. As I pulled in, she turned to me, her facial expression being unreadable as she did so. “Hi, can I help you?” I asked slowly, a little nervous as to why she was here. “Is Bradley here?” She was snippy, rude even. “No, he’s not. But I’m his fiancé, can I help you?” Attitude was dripping from every word as I crossed my arms over my chest and my hip popped out. “You-you’re the fiancé?” She asked, pointing a chubby finger at me. “I am. And you are?” My eyebrow raised as she seemed to huff. “I’m his aunt Matilda, but he calls me Tilly.” So this was his aunt Tilly, I haven’t seen pictures but she was not what I was expecting. “Well, why don’t you come in and I’ll make lunch.” I said as I walked by her, unlocking the door. She seemed a little stunned at my actions but soon turned and followed me.

The dogs were happy I was home, but they were even more excited that Tilly was here. “Oh! Oh! Good doggy.” She said slowly backing away from Dahlia. “Dahlia. Bed.” She slowly turned, ambling over to her bed before flopping down on her side. Sadie had herself propped up on Tilly’s leg, expecting attention. “Sadie.” She got down, looking at me with a side eye before crawling into Dahlia’s bed and curling up next to her. “I’m sorry. Everyone is so used to them that I forget that some people aren’t fond of dogs.” She seemed to calm down once the dogs did, her shoulders visibly relaxing. “Mangy mutts.” She muttered, making me stop, and turn around. “I’m sorry?” She gave me the fakest smile I had ever seen. “Beautiful dogs.” I huffed, getting fed up with this woman already. “Thank you. Bradley has quite the relationship with them, especially Sadie. The little one.” She followed me into the kitchen, a confused look on her face. “Oh no, my Brad Brad is scared of dogs.” I cringed at ‘my Brad Brad’, pulling out some chicken to cook. “Mm, no he’s not. At least if he is he has an odd way of showing it seeing as the dogs’ sleep in the bed with us.” I was getting frustrated wit her. She shows up to our house, being rude and acting like she knows everything.

“Sleep with you? Do you live here?” It sounded incredulous. I nodded as I pulled out some veggies. “Yes, I do. Bradley and I share a house, a bed. We live together and we love it.” She scoffed, leaning back from the island that she leaned on. “In this house? My sister’s house? Which doesn’t even look like her house anymore! Bradley would never make these changes so I can only assume you pushed it on him! Disrespecting my sister and brother in laws memory!” I slammed my knife down, turning to her as she jumped in surprise. “Shut up! The renovation was Bradley’s idea and yeah, I had some input, but for the most part this was him! And disrespecting their memory?” I stormed back out to the living room, pointing to the pictures placed around the house. “Does this look disrespectful to you? Putting pictures of them and Bradley around the house so he can always see them? I dug these out, making sure that they had a special place in this house.” I stormed over to the fireplace. “Their wedding picture, this is Bradley’s favorite and I wanted him to be able to see it whenever he wanted. So don’t come into our house and start talking shit about how we’ve done things.” She seemed taken aback by my words.

“I can’t believe you would talk to me like this! Bradley wouldn’t stand for it!” “Oh, I know all about your relationship. How you shamed him for following his mother’s wishes and all but abandoning him at seventeen. You’re a piece of fucking work and at this point, you’re not welcome in my house.” She was shocked at my words. “I told him not to marry you! You broke his heart too many times! I don’t trust you!” I laughed as I swung the front door open. “I don’t give a fuck if you don’t trust me. Bradley knows I’m not going anywhere. Now, leave.” She huffed before walking outside. “I’ll just come back when he’s home. I had some stuff to give him anyway.” She was fuming as she stormed towards the car. “Well then see you in April, he’s deployed.” She glared at me before huffing. We stared each other down for a minute before she sighed. “Can I at least leave this stuff here? It’s the rest of his mom and dad’s stuff that was at my house.” I pursed my lips. I couldn’t let my feelings towards her keep Roo from getting stuff that means a lot to him. “Of course.” I helped her tote everything in before setting it in the living room. “Thank you.” I nodded at her. “I’d never stand in the way of what he wants.” She sighed, standing up straight. She turned towards the door, grabbing the door handle and swinging it open, gasping when she saw Maverick standing on the other side with his fist up. They stared at each other for a moment before she spoke up. “Pete.” There was so much malice in her voice, it almost made my skin crawl.

“Matilda.” There was just as much venom in his voice. “What are you doing here?” She asked, her hand on her hip. “He came to discuss wedding stuff with me. He’s been a big help since Bradley is deployed.” She huffed, looking up at him. “You will never be able to replace Nicholas.” Mav seemed shocked, so I stepped in. “Okay. First off, he’s not. Rooster asked for him to assist with the wedding while he was gone. No one could ever replace his dad and Maverick is not trying to.” “You don’t know what he did while my sister was sick.” It was taking a lot to bite back my anger at this point. “You mean like how he took care of Bradley while you bitched about Carol’s wishes?” I asked as I took the door from her. “You don’t know anything!” She yelled. “I know enough. Now, please leave. I don’t want to have to force you out.” She stormed past Mav, almost knocking him over in the process. “Have a nice day, Matilda.” Mav yelled after her. She just gave him the middle finger before tearing out of the driveway. We just laughed as I let him in. “Why was she here?” He asked and I motioned to the boxes. “She wanted to drop the rest of the Nick and Carol’s stuff off for Roo. I don’t know what’s in here.” I said as I walked over and opened the top box, gasping when I saw what was inside. “Carol’s wedding dress.” Mav looked at it as tears sprung to his eyes. I grabbed the pile of tulle on top, lace lining it on the outside. “This is her veil.” It was soft and Mav helped me pull it out completely. “I forgot how long it was.” He chuckled before wiping his cheeks. “You think Rooster would let me wear it?” Mav seemed surprised by my question, but a soft smile graced his features. “I think he’d love that.”

Mav originally came over to retrieve a pair of shoes Penny had loaned me, and he stayed to help me hash out a few small wedding details. It was nice to spend this time with him, I’ve known Mav my whole life, but since being out here he really feels like family. The next morning, I sat at the island, my computer in front of me as I sipped my coffee. I emailed Rooster all of the information on the venue yesterday in hopes he got to read it, and now we were about to finalize a few decisions on this call. I opened the kitchen windows while I sat here to let the warm breeze in as well as listen to the waves crash on the beach just out back. The call was loading, all Rooster had to do was pick up on his end. After a few minutes, the constant swirling circle on the screen disappeared and the face of my handsome fiancé replaced it. “Hey, pretty girl!” The screen was a little grainy but I could tell his smile overtook his face and his eyes had a certain glimmer to them. “Hi honey!” I said excitedly. “How’s your morning?” I smiled, picking up my laptop to show him the windows. “I have the windows open, there’s a warm breeze, and I can hear the waves crashing on the beach. Perfect for a Sunday morning!” He gave me a dopey smile, resting his face in his hands. “God, I love you.” I giggled as I sipped my coffee. “I love you too.” I grinned. “So, I did get to look at the venue and the pictures look amazing.” I nodded excitedly, grabbing the paperwork. "It’s even more amazing in person! They have Bridal and Groom’s suites so if one of us wanted to stay there the night before, we could. The ballroom is beautiful, with room for everything. The gardens are magical almost, I figured we could sneak in there right after the ceremony for a few minutes. Just to take a breather and be with each other for a minute before we dive back into the madness.”

He nodded, listening intently to me. “I think that’s a great idea.” I nodded, writing it down. “Okay, so she told me she would hold the one available date they had if I put down a deposit. I can call her after I talk to you, and if we want it it’s ours, and if we don’t she said she would refund us. She’s not supposed to do that but she’s making an exception.” He nodded. “So, what’s the date?” I sighed, not sure he would be on board with it. “December thirty-first.” I bit my lip, staring at him. “Of this year?” I nodded. “Book it! Take it!” He yelled out, making me giggle. “We wanna get married on December thirty-first of this year?” He nodded, and I jotted it down on the notepad in front of me. “I know it’s not the shortest engagement like you wanted, but I’m excited to get to marry you this year.” I shook my head. “I’ll wait a hundred if it means I get to marry you in the end.” His hand flew to his chest, clutching his heart as he leaned back. “It’s so sweet, I’m gonna die.” I laughed as I looked at the paper with notes I took with Mav last night. “So, you know how we were trying to figure out a second color for the wedding?” He nodded. “I was talking with Mav yesterday and I mentioned that, and he had quite the idea.” He raised an eyebrow. “What about Navy and Champagne?” He raised a brow in surprise. “Mav came up with that?” I nodded. “Sure did.” He chuckled. “I’m impressed, and I really like those color ideas.” I nodded. “So, JJ is gonna be the ring bearer.” I nodded, my bottom lip jutting out. “He’ll be able to walk by then.” Roo mimicked my face before laughing. “I don’t know how you can look so cute like that.” I shrugged with a grin at his words.

“I considered asking Amber and Kim if Anita and Isabella could be flower girls.” He sighed. “The only thing is, Anita is super shy. How’s she gonna act if all these strangers are staring at her?” I pursed my lips. “I had thought about that. Maybe have Jake sit up in the front row, that way if she gets overwhelmed, she can run to him. These ceremonies can be long for kids, so I don’t really expect them to stand with us. They can go sit in the front row if they want.” He nodded. “I considered having Jake be a groomsman.” I raised a brow. “I know you guys are getting on a lot better now, but I didn’t expect that.” He shrugged. “We’ve been emailing back and forth while I’ve been deployed, and we’ve just been getting closer.” I nodded. “Either way, he’ll be at the end of the aisle if Anita gets overwhelmed.” He nodded. “You know, I joked with Coyote, Bob and Payback that they would be flowers boys.” I laughed out. “I think Harvard, Yale, Fritz, and Omaha would be a better fit for that. I was gonna ask Coyote, Bob and Payback to be groomsmen.” I pursed my lips. “Who says we can’t have flower girls and flower boys?” He laughed. “We’ll work that out closer to time.” I nodded. “Okay, so I think that’s it. We will figure out food, flowers, photographers and everything when you come home.” He nodded. “But I was thinking we could do the engagement party not long after you get home. Do you have an idea of when you’ll be home?” He shook his head. “Just April. That’s all I know.” I nodded, my smile falling slightly. “Well then, we’ll just plan it for the first weekend in May to be on the safe side! Penny offered up the bar for anything we needed, and I may take her up on that for this party.”

I looked up, to see he had that dopey smile back on his face. “You’re so cute when you talk about our wedding.” A laugh escaped me, loud as I threw my head back. “You’re so cute with that dopey smile on your face.” He chuckled as Dahlia padded over, propping her legs in my lap so she could see the computer. “What is it? You hear daddy?” Her large nose almost covered the screen as she sniffed it, very confused as to why she could see and hear him but he wasn’t here. “Say that again.” I raised a brow. “What? Daddy?” A large grin grew on his face as mine heated up, the blush creeping up my neck. “Rooster, you’re nasty.” He shook his head with a laugh. “I mean, I was the one thinking about how when we have kids that’ll be my new title. You’re the one who made it dirty.” It’s like someone turned up the heat, I started feeling even hotter at his words. “Speaking of daddy.” I said as I reached behind the computer, grabbing the stick. I held it up, showing him the bold negative in the tiny window. “Wait, did you think you were pregnant?” I nodded. “I had the flu this past week and some of my symptoms could’ve been pregnancy related. Natasha was the one who suggested I take a test.” He sighed, leaning back. “I wanted to talk to you about it though. I think we should stop trying.” His face fell in surprise. “Not permanently. Just until after the wedding. I don’t wanna have to move our wedding around if I do get pregnant because I’m not walking down the aisle with a baby bump.” He nodded, still looking sad. “I also don’t think I’m ready to give up flying yet. My eye doctor told me I’d be lucky to fly after thirty-five anyway, and I want to do it as long as I can.” He bit his lip, looking down at his hands that were folded in front of him. “I forgot about your eyesight deteriorating.” I nodded. “I’m just not ready to give it up, Roo.”

“And I’d never ask you too. But if we did have kids, we would make it work. But I agree, maybe we should stop trying until after the wedding.” I nodded with a sigh as I propped my head on my hand. “So back to condoms, and I’m gonna get on birth control. I have a gynecologist appointment in a few weeks, so I’ll ask then.” He nodded. “Sounds good, pretty girl.” He looked just behind his computer sighing. “One minute.” I pursed my lips. “I love you, and I’ll see you on our next call. One more and then you’re home.” He nodded. “I know, I can’t wait.” I bit my lip. “You know when you come home, we’re gonna be in bed most of the time.” He nodded. “Oh, I know, trust me. It’s all I think about some days.” I smiled at him. “Bye, Roo. I love you.” He gave me a big smile, leaning back in his chair. “I love you too, pretty girl.” With that the call ended. A few tears slipped from my eyes as the call ended. “Fuck.” I muttered, wiping my eyes. Dahlia whined as she propped her head on my leg. “I know, baby. I miss him too.” I said as I pet her head and played with her ears. “Okay, now to call and confirm the venue.” The words alone made my excited. I paced the kitchen as I called Margaret who was ecstatic that we were booking for the thirty-first. As soon as I hung up, it settled in me. I was actually getting married to Bradley Bradshaw. The excitement was so much, I thought my chest would burst open. “I’M GETTING MARRIED!” I screamed as I danced around the kitchen. “I’M GONNA BE MRS. BRADHSAW! FUCK YEAH!”

That week I called mom, telling her we had a date and a venue, which she raved about. Almost more excited than me. I told the rest of the team the date, and they were excited as well. “We should grill out to celebrate.” Payback said as he stood from his seat. “We can do it at my place, tonight. I have all the food.” They nodded. “But we’re cooking. You shouldn’t cook for your own party.” I held my hands up in surrender. “I’m a-okay with that.” After we all finished our hops for the day, we went to the locker rooms, showering and changing into more comfortable clothes before heading out. “We’re all gonna drive back to our places and just ride in one car, so we’ll be behind you.” Payback said and I nodded. “Well, Coyote, Bob and Phoenix rode with me this morning.” Jake said just as I pulled the Bronco door open. “Well, if any of y’all wanna ride with me, you’re more than welcome too.” Phoenix immediately crawled into the backseat as Bob took passenger. “I see how it is.” Hangman huffed as I cranked the engine. “I love you, baby.” Phoenix said, blowing him a kiss. We pulled out and off base, taking in all the warm air that whipped around us. As we went down the road, Hangman passed us, blowing his horn as Coyote waved from the passenger seat.

“Guess they’re gonna wait in the driveway.” Bob chuckled. “Nah, we have a key. Rooster gave it to me just before he left for Texas. It’s on Hangman’s key ring.” I nodded. “They’ll probably let themselves inside, raid my cabinets for anything to cook.” The rest of the drive was spent with the radio filling the silence between us. Some seventies station Rooster keeps it on. As we pulled into the driveway, we saw Hangman and Coyote standing on the porch, staring at the front door. I furrowed my brows, getting out and grabbing my bag. “Figured you two would’ve been inside already.” As they turned around, I saw the door was open. “Did you open that?” Jake shook his head. “It was open when we got here.” My heart was racing. I probably didn’t shut it all the way, that had to be what happened. I stepped onto the porch reaching for the door handle when Hangman stopped me. “Hey, Magnolia, you don’t wanna go in there.” I furrowed my brows in concern. “It’s not pretty and the police are on their way.” My heart was thumping around in my chest. “Hangman I need to go in there. My dogs are-“ I stopped, realizing how quiet it was. “Oh my god.” I dropped my bag and shoved the door open. There was glass everywhere, pictures were smashed, the teddy bear Rooster sent me for Valentine’s Day was shredded and all over the floor. “Dahlia?!” My voice cracked, worried I was gonna walk up on my dog dead in the floor somewhere.

But I was relieved to hear a deep bark from the kitchen. I sprinted over, tossing open the laundry room door and there they both were, safe and sound. “Hi girls.” Tear rolled down my cheeks as I bent down, both rushing to me. “What happened? Huh?” Dahlia licked my face as Sadie nuzzled into my hand. “Okay, come on.” They both turned for the living room, but I caught their attention and sent them out back so they wouldn’t step on the glass. “They’re okay.” I said as I walked back through the living room. There was so much glass everywhere, it looks like all the windows in the house broke. “Who the hell would do this?” I asked to myself as I walked over to the mantle. The pictures of Goose and Carol, and pictures of my parents were fine. But any picture that involved Bradley and I were destroyed. “Magnolia.” I turned to where Phoenix had walked over to the piano. She was crouched on the floor, swiping some glass away. I walked over, careful not to step on any frames on the floor. “Dammit.” I muttered as more tears streamed down my face. I bent down next to her picking up the frame with my pregnancy test in it. The test was gone, and the frame was destroyed, the picture was scratched up from the glass. I wasn’t upset anymore, I was angry. I stood up, rushing up to the bedroom, seeing the same thing in there. Pictures were destroyed, the bedding was ripped apart, even a few of his Hawaiian shirts were ruined. I quickly rifled through my jewelry box, seeing that all the jewelry he gave me was still there.

I sighed, looking around the room. It was absolutely trashed and I had no idea who could’ve done this. I walked downstairs, running my hands through my hair. “This has to be tied to Aaron somehow.” Phoenix tossed her arm over my shoulder, pulling me close. “You think so?” I nodded quickly. “If any random stranger did this, that big ass tv would be gone, all my jewelry would be gone, hell they probably even would’ve taken the dogs! But all things relating to Bradley is destroyed. A few of his shirts are torn upstairs and someone shredded the bedspread. I’m just glad I managed to put away all the stuff his aunt brought over the weekend. If it was laying out, who knows what they would’ve done if they found that stuff.” I heard a car pull up and groaned. “Is that the cops?” Jake nodded as he walked outside. “What did she bring?” Bob asked, using his foot to sweep some glass away from the door. “Mostly stuff of his and his parents. His mom’s wedding dress was in there.” I heard a low whistle and turned to see the same two officers that showed up the night I saw someone sneaking around. “Miss Motley.” They nodded at me, looking around. “So, what happened here?” It was obvious but I knew it was a question they had to ask. “We showed up and the door was open, we peeked inside and saw the place was trashed.” Jake said as the officers wrote it down. “I came home and walked in and saw everything, I’ve walked the house and our bedroom is trashed as well.” They nodded. “If you guys can wait outside, we’re going to do our own walk through.” We all nodded, walking outside as they went around the house.

“Oh my god.” I groaned as I stood in the front yard. “I can’t believe this.” It felt like one thing after another. “I’m just trying to figure out who could’ve done this for Aaron if it was him.” I shrugged. “He has so many connections, and he’s in a federal prison, so he’s probably got some free reign. I’m sure he’s gotten a hold of someone.” Jake nodded. “It’s just so violating. This creep went through the house finding anything to do with Bradley and I, and destroyed it.” I sniffled, trying to keep the tears at bay. Bob came over, hugging me tightly. “You think they took that pregnancy test?” Phoenix asked and I shrugged as I leaned back on Bob. “I don’t know. What would they want with an old positive pregnancy test?” Just as I said that the two officers came out, a manila envelope in hand. “Okay, we haven’t found any clear evidence of who did this. We have a crime scene unit coming in to dust for fingerprints and things like that. But we did find this, it was under one of the pillows on your bed.” He handed me the envelope, and I popped it open. I felt sick to my stomach at what I pulled out. Black and white photos of me leaving the house, out at the hard deck. Rooster in the Bronco, even of him pulling the airstream. There were a few of us through the windows, one of him carrying me inside after the Halloween party. This guy has been watching us for months, and that scared me.

“This person seems to have been watching you for months.” Jake snatched the stack of photos, flipping through them, his face tensing more and more with each photo. “Once the CSI team gets in here, they will take a while to go through everything. We are going to go around and ask your neighbors if they saw anything, once the team is done then we will let you back in.” I nodded. “And what about after? She has some creep stalking her and you’re just going to leave her here all alone?” Jake snapped. “We will have an unmarked patrol car parked out front of her house for a few nights, see if we see anything and we will be making rounds through here during the day.” The officer nodded. “Damn right you will.” “Okay, you’re walking away.” Phoenix said, taking his hand and pulling him over to his truck. “Now do you believe me when I say someone has been creeping around my house?” I asked. “I'm sorry. What?” I squeezed my eyes shut at Jake's voice. “Yes and we'll do our best to catch this guy.” I nodded. “Look, my suggestion would be to go and get some food. We’re gonna be here a while.” I agreed and gave the officer my number before turning and getting in the cars as Payback and Omaha drive up. “Change of plans, we’re going out to dinner.” Payback nodded before I turned. “As soon as we get to the restaurant you’re spilling everything.” Jake snapped before opening the jeep door for me. I just nodded, not wanting to argue. There was a fire in his eyes that almost scared me. I had never seen him this angry and I never want to again. I got in, Bob joining me and we took off for a restaurant. We arrived at some Mexican place that smelled divine and that's when I realized how hungry I really was. Once we got inside and sat down, that’s when the grilling started.

“Does Rooster know someone’s been sneaking around the house?” Hangman’s questions triggered everyone else’s questions. ‘What?’ ‘When did this happen?’ ‘Should someone stay with you?’ I was grateful for their concern but I didn’t want everyone worrying about me. “No he doesn’t, and I would appreciate it if no one tells him. I’ll tell him when he comes home, cause I don’t want him worrying about me while he needs to be focusing on his mission.” I didn’t eat him to be distracted. Distractions cause accidents. “You’ve been keeping too many secrets from him.” He huffed and I scowled. “I’m telling him everything when he comes home.” Hangman crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You could’ve told him at Christmas.” I scoffed at the thought alone. “Yes, because on Christmas, after he proposed I was supposed to say, ‘Hey, by the way, your buddy Buck pinned me to the wall and kissed me and I got into a fight with him after.' No, we were enjoying our time together.” I snapped. “Look, just promise me you’ll tell him eventually and we will all make sure you’re taken care of till he comes home.” Everyone agreed, giving me soft smiles. “Okay. I’m gonna look into getting a security system as well.” Everyone agreed that was a good idea.

We had a good dinner, even had a few drinks before we went back to my house. They apparently found some finger prints but it would take time to run them through the database. Once they left I went back inside to the mess. It was now seven o'clock, and I knew I wouldn’t have this all cleaned in an hour. “Want our help?” Bob asked, leaning against the door frame. I just shook my head. “No, it’s not your responsibility.” He scoffed and I looked at him in surprise. That’s very out of character for Bob. “It’s not yours either. Someone forced their way in here, it’s not like you made this mess yourself. So let us help you.” I sighed but reluctantly agreed. Soon everyone came in. Halo helped me clean up my room while everyone else cleaned downstairs. “Whoever did this really hates Rooster.” She said as she yanked the bedding off. “Either that or they were paid to destroy everything relating to Rooster.” I said as I looked at his shirts. I wasn’t sure if I had the sowing skill to fix them. I just hoped and prayed they weren’t some of his dad’s. Halo helped me make the bed, making sure the new sheets and bedspread we put on was nice and clean. Once that was done we went downstairs to see everyone cleaning up the last of the mess. “I um, kept all the pieces of the bear he sent. I didn’t know if you’d wanna try and fix it.” I nodded. “I’m gonna try, I’m also gonna attempt to sow some of his shirts back together. My mamaw taught me well but it’s been years since I’ve had to sow anything.” She nodded before everyone plopped down onto the couch. “It’s getting late, I’m sure y’all wanna go home and get in bed.” Everyone just shook their heads. “We’re not leaving until that officer shows up.” Fanboy said and I nodded, opting to sit between Coyote and Phoenix.

I held the shredded bear in my hands, realizing I couldn’t tell what pieces attach to which. Tears sprung to my eyes as I stared at it. Phoenix ran her hand through my hair, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Let it out, Magnolia.” Her words were like an earthquake causing a dam to break. Sobs racked my body as my cheeks got soaked with salty tears. Coyote pulled me down to his shoulder as Natasha adjusted herself. Her arms wrapping around my torso and her head on my chest as Javy held me close. “Why me? I just want to live my life and people keep messing it up!” I sobbed. Javy shushed me as Natasha squeezed me. “I know, I know and I’m sorry.” Her own tears covered doused my shirt as she cried with me. After about twenty minutes I had calmed down and the officer showed up. “I’m officer Watson. I will be parked just a few houses down.” He handed me a business card. “That has my direct number on it. If you hear anything, see anything you can call me, and I will come running.” I nodded. He seemed nice enough, but he also seemed young. “Thank you.” He walked back towards his car, and I turned back to everyone. “Well, now, we will leave you.” Fritz said as he stood, pulling me into a tight hug. “We’re all going to keep our phones on tonight. So, if you need us, you can call.” I nodded as he squeezed e one last time. Soon everyone went outside except Hangman and Phoenix. “Are you sure you’re gonna be, okay?” He asked and I nodded. “I still can’t believe they didn’t believe you.” I sighed and nodded.

“Well, I had a manic episode, and I was hallucinating from lack of sleep. I’m just glad they seem to now.” He nodded. “You sure you’re gonna be okay?” Phoenix asked, taking my hands in hers. “I’ll be fine. If I need you, I’ll call.” She nodded, hugging me tightly before stepping outside. “We’re a phone call away.” Hangman said before hugging me as well. Once they left, and I shut and locked the doors, I noticed how dark and eerie the house could be. I let the dogs out one more time before double checking that all the doors and windows were locked. Once I did, we went upstairs and got ready for bed. As I laid there, staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t help but think how this creep touched my bed, how he destroyed it simply because Rooster and I share it. When I realized I wasn’t gonna sleep much that night, I grabbed my phone, pulling up my email. Quickly I typed out a very short email to Rooster. ‘I love you, and I can’t wait for you to be home.’ Once I sent it, I felt a little better, but not enough to make me sleep. “You’ll let me know if you hear anything, right Dahls?” She just huffed as I ran my fingers down her spine. “Atta girl.” With that, I laid there, hoping for sleep, knowing it may not come.

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Little Black Dress

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

Author’s Note: I’ve been brainstorming this one for what feels like forever, and I’m so glad that I finally had the time to sit down and write it today!

Warnings: This one is NSFW (18+) for explicit sexual content and language. But there’s some fluff sprinkled in for good measure!

“Minx, are you almost ready? We’re going to be late,” Hangman called out, adjusting his bow tie in front of the hall mirror.

“Five more minutes!” Phoenix called back, the familiar little huff of annoyance in her voice making him smile.

Shaking his head with an amused smirk, he slowly sauntered over to the spacious vanity his fiancee was currently occupying, her back to him as she finished painting her puckered lips a shade of dark red that he instantly wanted to kiss right off.

Phoenix, perched atop the vanity bench in her fuzzy white bathrobe, glanced up at him in the mirror and rolled her eyes teasingly at the expression she caught on his face.

“Don’t even think about it, Bagman,” she smirked, snapping the cap back onto her lipstick tube. “Like you said, we’re going to be late.”

“Do we have to go to the ceremony?” Hangman questioned with a raised eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning one shoulder against the doorframe.

“Hmm, let’s see,” Phoenix began, putting the rest of her make-up away as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, wiping at a small smudge of mascara near the corner of her eye. “Do we have to attend my cousin’s wedding ceremony, the one that my whole family is going to be at and that we flew all the way out to Napa Valley for?” She tapped her chin as if in deep contemplation. “Yes, I think we do,” she laughed, slipping the pearl studs her parents had bought her years ago into her earlobes.

“You’re not even dressed yet,” Hangman countered, waggling his eyebrows suggestively as he pushed off the wall and made his way up behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders and gazing at her in the mirror. “I can make it quick,” he promised with a wink.

“Stop it,” Phoenix laughed, swatting at his arm playfully. “We are not having a quickie a half hour before my cousin’s wedding. Go call an Uber while I finish getting ready,” she told him, rising from her stool and pushing him towards the sitting room of their hotel suite.

It had been Hangman’s idea to book one of the fanciest rooms in the hotel.

“What do we need a suite for?” Phoenix had demanded when she’d seen the room he’d booked for them. “We’re going to be spending most of our time there at the wedding. The hotel is just a place to get dressed and sleep.”

“Maybe I like to get dressed and sleep in style,” Hangman had teased her, wiping her frown lines away with a finger. “And maybe I just want to spoil you a little bit,” he’d added in a whisper, his lips pressed close to her ear.

She’d swatted at him then, too, but he’d caught the little smile gracing those gorgeous lips of hers, and she hadn’t argued about it further.

“You’re killing me, Minx,” Hangman sighed, pretending to roll his eyes heavenward as he pulled out his phone to arrange for a car to take them the short distance to the vineyard where Phoenix’s cousin, Mariana and her soon-to-be-husband Gabe would be tying the knot.

While Hangman dealt with the Uber, Phoenix hurried over to the bedroom and slid into the black evening dress her mother had insisted she wear.

“It’s black tie, Natasha. You have to get real dolled up. I bought you something,” her mom had told her, a satisfied smirk on her face.

Her mom had flown out to San Diego a few days before the wedding so that she could spend time with Phoenix and Hangman before they all flew to Napa Valley. Or, as Phoenix pointed out repeatedly, so that she could try to horn in on the planning for their wedding. She and Hangman had only been engaged for a few months, but already her mother wanted everything planned, down to the last place setting.

Hoping to appease her mom, who she loved more than anything, at least a little bit, she’d accepted the black gown without complaint. It was strapless, with a sweetheart neckline and tight enough to accentuate every curve. It also featured a rather scandalous slit that rose all the way up her thigh.

“Jake will love it,” her mom had teased her with a knowing wink.

If his reaction to her sitting with her hair and make-up done in a hotel bathrobe was any indication, he certainly would. Laughing to herself, she reached for the black Louboutin heels one of her sisters-in-law had purchased for her years ago as a Christmas gift. She could probably count on one hand the amount of times she’d actually worn them, but she figured a wedding at a vineyard in Napa Valley was as good a time as any.

She was ready. She’d just need Jake to help her with the zipper at the back of her dress.

“Car should be here in five—” Hangman announced, both his words and his feet coming to a halt as he stopped just inside the bedroom door. His green eyes widened as he gazed at her, drinking in every inch of her body wrapped in the black dress her mother had evidently picked out just to please him. He let out a low whistle of appreciation. “Minx, you look—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Phoenix cut him off with a grin, secretly a little flustered by his naked amazement. She hated having so much attention on her, so she hoped everyone else at the wedding wouldn’t react in the same way. “Help me with my zipper, would you?” she asked, turning around and indicating the gap at her back.

Even with her back turned to him, Phoenix could feel the force of her fiance’s desire pouring off him in waves. His fingers were warm as they brushed against the bare skin of her spine, eliciting a small shiver she could do nothing to control.

“You look gorgeous, Minx,” he breathed out, his lips brushing against her shoulder as he slowly pulled the zipper up her back. “Fucking gorgeous,” he rasped, one hand resting on her waist as his other hand brushed her dark hair aside, giving his lips easier access to her throat.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Bagman,” Phoenix whispered, her voice catching slightly as she leaned back into his hold. That sleek black tuxedo was doing wonders for his already handsome form. She suddenly had to concentrate very hard on not giving in to his earlier suggestion of skipping the wedding ceremony. “We should go,” she breathed out, clearing her throat softly.

Hangman bit back a groan, torn between wanting to admire his stunning fiancee in her black tie get-up and wanting to tear that gown off her and spend the rest of the night showing her just how much he appreciated it. “You’re right,” he sighed, brushing his fingers down her arm. “But before we go, I have a little gift for you,” he said, almost having forgotten. “Close your eyes.”

“This isn’t going to be something perverted, is it?” Phoenix asked, quirking an eyebrow as she turned to look up at him.

“Just close your eyes,” Hangman chuckled, waiting patiently until she had done so.

He waved his hand in front of her face a couple times, just to make sure her eyes were really closed, then reached into his pocket and pulled out the small black velvet case he’d been carrying. Opening it up, he slid out the sleek pearl necklace he’d purchased with her mom’s assistance, the one that paired perfectly with the pearl earrings her parents had bought her all those years ago. Dropping the case on the bed, he gently lowered the string of pearls against her slender throat, brushing her hair aside so that he could clasp it behind her neck.

Gasping softly, Phoenix’s eyes flew open as her fingers brushed against the gift. Glancing up into the bedroom mirror, she couldn’t help but stare in amazement. “Jake,” she breathed out, turning to look up at him. “It’s too much.”

“Nothing’s too much for you, Natasha,” he murmured, reaching up to caress her cheek softly. “It looks perfect on you.”

“You didn’t have to—”

He silenced her with a kiss, his lips brushing tenderly against hers so as to avoid mussing the lipstick he knew she’d kill him for ruining.

At that moment, his phone buzzed with a notification that their car was downstairs and waiting for them.

“Time to go,” he sighed, taking her hand in his and leading her towards the door of their hotel suite. “God, babe, your ass looks amazing in that dress,” he commented as she ran ahead of him to grab her purse. He hadn’t even had a chance to fully admire her entire figure in the dress her mom had gotten her.

“Thanks. That’s what no underwear will do for you,” Phoenix replied with a wicked wink, opening the door. “Time to go.”

Hangman’s jaw dropped open and he let out a groan as he followed behind her. “You’re evil, Minx.”

“And we’re late,” she laughed, leading him down to the hotel lobby and outside to their waiting Uber.

The wedding ceremony was beautiful. Phoenix had even shed a couple surreptitious tears, moved by how happy Mariana and Gabe looked. She and Mariana were only a year apart, and they had been inseparable as children. She knew a rustic wedding on a beautiful vineyard with a stunning sunset as a backdrop had been Mariana’s dream since they were little girls. Phoenix was just thrilled that she was able to witness it.

Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that she’d be witnessing it with her own handsome fiance by her side, but Hangman’s presence, his strong hand resting on her lower back and his thumb unconsciously brushing away the tears that trickled down her cheeks, made it all the better.

Cocktail hour had been a rush of her loud and boisterous family members surrounding them and asking a million and one questions about their own wedding plans, but she’d finally managed to fend them off and now she and Hangman were safely seated at their table inside the main banquet room.

Despite their divorce, her parents had both been invited to the wedding, and they were seated at a table with her four older brothers and their wives. Since there wasn’t enough room at that table, she and Hangman had been seated nearby with some of her cousins and their dates.

Dinner had just been served and everyone was happily chattering away when Phoenix suddenly felt a warm hand descend upon her bare knee, which was currently exposed due to the strategic slit in her gown. She didn’t think anything of it at first, especially since Hangman seemed to be engaged in conversation with her cousin’s boyfriend, who was seated on the other side of him.

As she started cutting into her steak, however, she noticed that his hand had moved from the top of her knee to the inside of her thigh, where he was now tracing slow circles with his calloused fingertips.

Cheeks flushing slightly, which she could easily argue was from all the wine she had imbibed, Phoenix glanced sharply at her fiance, who didn’t seem to register her reaction at all. He was still talking to her cousin’s date, his food remaining untouched on the plate in front of him.

Determined to ignore his childish antics, Phoenix cut into her steak once more, choking back a yelp when Hangman suddenly pinched the inside of her thigh—hard. Shooting him a surreptitious glare, she attempted to kick him under the table, but he deftly managed to avoid her foot.

Damn him.

From the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, she could tell that he wasn’t oblivious at all to her reactions. She attempted to squeeze her thighs tighter together, but that only seemed to embolden him more. His hand slid further up her thigh, caressing her skin with the lightest of touches that made goosebumps rise on her arms and her stomach clench painfully in desire.

Clearing her throat, Phoenix reached for her glass of water and had just raised it to her lips when her bastard of a fiance suddenly slid his hand all the way up the slit of her dress and shoved it underneath the black fabric, palming her underneath the table.

Gasping just as she started to take a sip, Phoenix started sputtering, her water spilling slightly near her plate.

“Oh my gosh! Tasha, are you okay?” one of her cousins asked, starting to rise from her seat in concern.

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” Phoenix insisted instantly, waving her hands in a rush to keep her cousin in her chair. “Water just went down the wrong way, that’s all,” she added sheepishly, her cheeks flaming.

Reaching underneath the table, she pinched Hangman’s leg as hard as she could, but that only made him chuckle under his breath.

It had been a mistake letting him know that she wasn’t wearing anything under her dress. She wondered just how long he had been preparing this little surprise attack. Knowing him, he’d been plotting it since they left the hotel.

He was relentless. Even as he smiled and chatted with everyone at their table, his fingers were running up and down her exposed slit, his touch sending immediate signals of want and desire straight to her brain. She tried to eat her dinner, tried to focus on the conversations buzzing around her, anything to distract from the desire to squirm in her seat against his hand.

She was grateful that her younger cousin was doing most of the talking when Hangman, his head still turned away from her, suddenly slid two fingers inside her, causing her to bite down roughly on her tongue to keep from crying out and humiliating herself in the midst of her cousin’s wedding reception.

Fists clenched tightly on either side of her plate, Phoenix lowered her head for a moment and took a deep breath, biting down on her lower lip.

Apparently Hangman was paying more attention to her reactions than she thought because he suddenly leaned over and pressed his lips against her ear. “Keep biting your lip like that, Minx, and I might not be able to control myself much longer,” he whispered hoarsely, his fingers curling inside her beneath the linen tablecloth.

Pulling her head back, Phoenix wrapped an arm around his shoulders and smiled, leaning in close as if she was going to whisper something tender and private into her fiance’s ear. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to fucking kill you,” she hissed through gritted teeth.

“I love it when you talk dirty,” Hangman murmured back with a wink, still not removing his hand from between her thighs.

“Jake,” Phoenix muttered through clenched teeth, resting her hand on his thigh and digging her nails into his leg roughly. Her breath caught in her throat as he suddenly hit a particularly tender spot, sending shockwaves coursing through her body.

Just as she thought she might really climax then and there, right at the dinner table, Hangman suddenly pulled his hand away, leaving her feeling both relieved and bereft all at once. She had told him to stop, but now she was throbbing with need for him. Sometimes she hated how much she loved this asshole of hers.

“Babe,” Hangman suddenly said, loud enough for everyone else at the table to hear. “Should we take a walk in the vineyard? I heard there’s a path out back,” he added innocently.

“Oh, you should, Tasha! It’s gorgeous!” Phoenix’s cousin, Sofia chimed in. “Very romantic,” she added with a little wink.

If only Sofia knew that Phoenix was more in the mood to wring her fiance’s neck than to take a romantic evening stroll with him.

“That sounds great,” Phoenix nodded, dropping her napkin onto the table beside her plate. She’d managed to get a few bites of her steak in.

Hangman’s food was still sitting completely untouched.

Quickly adjusting her dress under the table, she let him pull her chair out, his hand resting on her lower back, rather close to the ass he’d complimented earlier in the evening, as he led her out the door and towards the vineyard path he’d mentioned.

Once they were far enough out of earshot and Phoenix was sure there was no one wandering through the vineyard, she spun around and smacked his chest, as hard as she could.

“Are you fucking crazy?!” she exclaimed, her dark eyes wide in both shock and exasperation.

“What?” Hangman chuckled, feigning ignorance.

“Jake!” Phoenix hissed, hitting his chest once more, though with much less force this time. “I swear, I could really fucking kill you sometimes!”

“But you won’t,” Hangman grinned, capturing her hands with his own and pulling her in for a kiss.

“Don’t be so sure,” Phoenix retorted, glaring up at him.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Hangman murmured, looking surprisingly sincere in his contrition. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have done it,” he sighed, tucking a lock of her dark hair behind her ear. “You’ve just been driving me crazy all night and I couldn’t help myself. But it was fucked up.”

Phoenix just stood staring up at him, the silence stretching between them as the evening stars began twinkling overhead, their presence hidden from the rest of the world as they stood in a row of grapevines. “It was,” she finally said, her dark eyes still resting on his infuriatingly handsome face. “But you know what’s even more fucked up?”

“What?” Hangman asked, his fingertips trailing along her jawline.

“Just leaving me like that,” she told him, wrapping her arms around him and letting her lips hover just a centimeter away from his.

Letting out a low groan, Hangman immediately covered her mouth with his, wrapping his arms around her tightly and squeezing her close to his chest. “God, babe, I need you so badly,” he rasped against her ear, his hands reaching down to cup her ass and pull her flush against him.

“Show me how badly,” Phoenix whispered, already reaching down to unzip his pants as his lips moved down her throat in a feverish rush.

Just a few feet behind them sat a wooden workbench, tucked securely in between some of the trellises. Lifting her up into his arms, Hangman carried Phoenix over and plopped her down on top of it, her expensive heels falling unheeded to the grass below as she tugged up her fancy black evening gown while Hangman fumbled with the button on his tuxedo pants.

“You’re killing me, Bagman,” Phoenix laughed breathily, letting out a soft moan of relief once her fiance finally managed to free himself from the confines of his pants and boxer briefs.

“Come here,” Hangman whispered, his voice low and hoarse as he tugged her towards the edge of the workbench, one hand reaching down to spread her legs wider. His lips connected with hers once more as he slid his hands under her thighs and wrapped them around his waist, while she reached out and guided him expertly towards her entrance.

“Jake,” Phoenix mewled softly, resting her hands on his shoulders once he was securely inside her. “Jake!” she moaned again, her head tipping backwards as he rutted inside her, his fingers digging into her back while he nipped at her neck.

“Fuck, babe,” Hangman panted, his breath coming in short, quick spurts as he thrust inside her over and over again, hard and fast and rough. He held her close in his arms, his lips pressed against her forehead as she writhed in his hold, clinging to him desperately.

“Right there, right there. Yes!” Phoenix cried out, clapping a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming out further. She locked her ankles around his waist, trying to pull him even deeper inside her as he stroked her clenched walls over and over again.

“Nat–Nat–Natasha!” Hangman moaned, burying himself deep inside her and pressing his face against her neck as he suddenly came hard and fast, filling her up as he clung to her.

“Oh, babe!” Phoenix gasped, following closely behind as she spasmed around him and reached a climax of her own, her heart hammering wildly in her chest as she rested her damp forehead against his.

“Damn,” Hangman laughed breathlessly, pulling back just enough to cup her face in his hands and gaze at how beautiful she was. “Damn,” he said again, at a loss for words.

“I cannot believe I just had sex at my cousin’s wedding,” Phoenix laughed incredulously, burying her face in his neck and shaking her head slowly.

Hangman grinned, pressing a kiss to her dark hair. “We’ll get you cleaned up before we go back into the reception, Minx. No one will know,” he assured her with a wink.

“Here’s hoping anyway,” she smirked, sighing softly as he slowly slipped out of her and quickly zipped his pants back up, bending down to pick up her shoes and place them back on her feet.

“I love you, Natasha Trace,” he told her, green eyes twinkling as he gazed down at her and tenderly adjusted her dress.

“That’ll be Natasha Seresin to you soon enough,” she smiled in return, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her up off the workbench and slowly lowered her down to the ground.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that, Minx,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. “I really, really do.”

“Should we get back before they miss us?” she asked softly, slipping her hand into his.

“Mhm, I guess we should,” he nodded, letting her lead him back along the path towards the reception space. “Better enjoy the party while we can. It’s going to be a long night.”

“The reception’s only a few more hours,” Phoenix told him, glancing up at him over her shoulder.

“I know,” Hangman replied, smirking at her wickedly. “But just wait until I get you back to our hotel room.”

Phoenix grinned as they headed back inside. Maybe this little black dress hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.

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