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âŠpairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
âŠsummary: Bucky Barnes never thought marriage was in the cards for him. Not after everything. But then there was you...your laughter in his kitchen, your hair on his pillow, your hand in his. And suddenly, patience wasnât an option. So he folded a ring out of notebook paper and proposed with that, because waiting for the âright timeâ felt impossible when you were already his home.
âŠword count: ~900
âŠgenre: fluff, romance, domestic chaos, proposal, soft!Bucky, clingy!Bucky
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Bucky Barnes wasnât a patient man. He tried. God, he tried.
He told himself heâd wait...wait until he found the right ring, the right moment, the right setting that wouldnât make him feel like a mess of nerves. After all, you deserved perfection.
But the longer you stayed in his life, brushing your teeth next to him in the mornings, hogging the blankets at night, laughing until your sides ached at his grumpy one-liners, the more impossible it became to wait.
And the moment that broke him?
When Sam caught him staring at you like a lovesick puppy while you refilled your coffee mug in the Tower kitchen.
âYou know,â Sam had said loudly, smirking at the sheer pathetic devotion written across Buckyâs face, ânormal people blink when their girlfriends walk by.â
Bucky ignored him. Sort of âSheâs not my girlfriend,â he muttered under his breath, but Sam heard it anyway.
âUh-huh. Sure. Tell me again when youâre married, old man.â
Bucky rolled his eyes, but his heart was hammering in his chest. Married.
The word wouldnât leave him alone.
The idea came to him late one night. You were asleep, curled into his chest, your hand loosely gripping his shirt. Bucky had been scribbling notes in the margins of a book just little thoughts he didnât want to forget when the page had torn slightly.
On instinct, he folded it. His hands, always restless, smoothed the paper into something small and circular.
And when he looked down, there it was. A ring.
Crinkled, uneven, but a ring
Bucky froze. His heart felt like it was going to break through his ribs.
He held the paper ring between his fingers and stared at you. Your lips parted slightly as you breathed, your lashes brushing your cheek, your body so soft and trusting against his.
And he thought why the hell am I waiting?
The next morning, chaos erupted in the Tower.
Natasha noticed the way Bucky hovered near you at breakfast, paper fidgeting between his hands.
Clint raised an eyebrow. âWhatâs with Barnes? He looks like heâs about to defuse a bomb.â
Steve smirked knowingly. âMaybe he is.â
Tony, of course, couldnât resist. âIf this is about you finally confessing that youâre in love with our girl here, just know Iâve got champagne chilling in the fridge.â
You choked on your orange juice. âTony!â
Buckyâs ears went red. âMind your business.â
âImpossible,â Tony replied with a grin.
But the teasing only pushed Bucky closer to the edge. He couldnât stand it. He couldnât stand another second of pretending he wasnât already halfway married to you in his heart.
That night, he couldnât hold it in anymore.
You were curled up on the couch, legs tucked under you, flipping through a book. Bucky was pacing again.
âBuck,â you said gently, peeking over the pages. âYouâre wearing a hole in the floor.â
He froze. The paper ring crinkled in his hand.
âDoll,â he rasped, voice rough, unsteady. âI canât wait anymore.â
Your brows furrowed. âWait for what?â
And before you could move, before you could even process, he was kneeling in front of you.
The book slid from your lap.
Bucky held up the ring pathetic, folded, wrinkled paper and his hand trembled as if it weighed a thousand pounds.
âI know this isnât how itâs supposed to go,â he whispered. âI donât have a fancy diamond, or a speech planned out, or even the guts to do this the right way. But I donât care anymore. Because I love you. And I need you. And if youâll let me⊠I want forever. With you. Even if it starts with paper.â
Your breath hitched. Tears blurred your vision âBuckyâŠâ
He panicked, words tumbling out faster. âIâll get you a real one, I swearâhell, Iâll get you a hundred. But right now? All I have is this. And all I need is you saying yes.â
Your heart ached. Overflowed.
You didnât answer with words. Instead, you lunged forward, crashing your lips against his, tears slipping down your cheeks.
When you finally pulled back, breathless and laughing through your tears, you whispered, âYes. A thousand times, yes.â
Buckyâs head dropped to your shoulder in relief. His arms wrapped around you so tight you thought you might never breathe again, but you didnât care. You didnât want to.
When he slid the paper ring onto your finger delicate, careful, reverent you held your hand up like it was the most precious thing youâd ever worn.
And in that moment, it was.
Of course, the Avengers found out within minutes.
Clint barged in with pizza. âSo whenâs the wedding?â
Nat smirked. âCalled it.â
Sam whistled. âMan didnât even buy a ring. Thatâs tragic.â
But then he caught sight of your face your smile, the way you looked at Bucky like he was your whole world and Samâs smirk softened. âActually⊠nah. Thatâs perfect.â
Bucky just glared at them, metal arm tightening around you protectively. âShe said yes. Thatâs all that matters.â
You leaned into his side, still giggling. âAnd Iâm keeping this ring forever.â
Later that night, when the Tower had quieted and you were curled in bed again, you held up your hand, watching the paper ring crinkle under the dim light.
âYou know, Buck,â you teased softly, âmost people wait for the diamond before they propose.â
He kissed your temple, voice low and rough. âCouldnât wait. Not when itâs you.â
Your heart melted all over again. Because maybe it wasnât diamonds or gold. Maybe it was better.
Because Bucky Barnes had given you his whole heart, folded into paper, trembling in your hands.
And you wouldnât trade it for anything in the world.
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scarlet johannson did not spend an entire decade fighting tooth and nail to make natasha into an actual character instead of the sex object writers wanted her to be while also having to endure the most vile, misogynistic questions during press tours for people to now disrespect her legacy because yelena is 'better'. the only reason why that is, is because of everything scarlet went through. natasha singlehandedly paved the way for every other female superhero in the mcu and don't you forget that
Dancing on Broken Glass part 3 is in the works! Hereâs a little snippet.
You took a deep breath before deciding to walk out of the spare bedroom, the door down the hallway has mocked you for a year now. You couldnât let your thoughts drift to that now as you tried to remember if you had left anything on last night after getting home from the beach. Did you leave music on last night? No, you couldnât have, you havenât dared touch one of the last things Bradley had. It was on his favorite station, playing the best for the best he would tell you as he danced you around the kitchen, the smell of whatever was cooking, and the sound of your combined laughter together had always been the best moments.
Okay if I started working on this again would anyone be interested? I know itâs been a VERY LONG time but I have had a very overhaul of my life and some emotional shit dealt with and Iâd love to get back into writing again
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Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.
Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister (but biological relation is never discussed), reader goes by Buttercup and is tattooed, angst (so much angst I made myself cry), panic attack, drinking, sadness, reference to divorce, kids breaking your heart, references to babies, swearing, references to the military, fighting and marital strife, PPD, references to sex (but nothing explicit)
Seresin Residence, Miramar, 12 years ago
Jake sighed as he pulled his truck into the driveway of the little beach bungalow he had scrimped and saved to buy for his family. Normally, he was excited to get home after a long day of training, but lately? Lately, it seemed like all they did was fight. Some days, it was him fighting and Buttercup sitting there, taking it. Others, it was all out warfare, each of them screaming at each other. And after the fight they had had that morning, Jake wasnât too pleased to be home.
The fight had worn on him all day. He had been absolute shit in the cockpit because of it, and heâd already had a verbal dressing down by just about everyone. Cyclone and Warlock had ripped into him pretty good. Rooster and Phoenix had taken pleasure in seeing him knocked down a peg or five. Maverick had only shaken his head at him in disappointment, and that had probably hurt the most.
With a groan, Jake got out of his truck and grabbed his duffle, heading to the front door. Three months ago, he would have kicked his boots off with a playful, âHoney, Iâm home!â before racing to snuggle his daughters, pecking his wife on the lips as he went. But not today. Today, he toed his boots off and tossed his duffle into the laundry room.
It was quiet. Too quiet. Maybe they were all asleep. He wouldnât be mad about it if they were. Maybe if Buttercup got some quality sleep, sheâd be in a better mood.
Jake sighed and flipped on the light in the living room, startled when he spotted Buttercup sitting in her preferred armchair.
âHey,â he drawled. âYou surprised me. I thought you were asleep. Where are the girls?â
âAsleep,â she murmured, eyes tracking him as he grabbed a beer from the kitchen.
âGood. They eat okay today?â
âCharlie doesnât like not breastfeeding, but sheâs getting used to it. Abbyâs still not eating enough.â
Jake ignored her cold, indifferent tone. âSheâll get there.â He flopped onto the couch and reached for the remote.
âJakeâŠâ
âButtercup, itâs been a long day,â he groaned. âI really donât want to fight tonight. The girls are asleep. Go have a bath or something, let me watch TV, and Iâll order us a pizza for dinner. Okay?â
âSo, thatâs it then?â Finally, her voice had a touch of a bite to it. âNo comment, no nothing from you? You said no and thatâs that? Your word is law?â
Jake groaned and let his hand flop back onto the sofa. âI donât know what else you expected me to say. Iâm part of the U.S. Navy. Meaning I have to be in the United States. I canât move to England just because you got a job interview for a publishing job. There are dozens of publishers that are stateside. Why not go for one of them? Iâm sure theyâd let you work remotely. I donât see why you want to move to a different continent.â
âTheyâre the only ones who have offered to take a look at my writing on top of my publishing responsibilities,â she hissed. âWhich you would know if you paid any attention to me.â
âOkay, so you can do your whole writing thing from anywhere, canât you? Skip the whole publisher thing and focus on writing! When youâre done writing or whatever, you can send it to a publisher! Youâd at least get to stay with me that way!â
âHow am I supposed to focus on my writing, Jake? I barely get a chance to breathe, let alone sit down at a computer and write!â Buttercupâs voice was weak and desperate, and grating on Jakeâs nerves. He hated it when she sounded like that, and sheâd been sounding like it more and more. He wouldâve done anything to make it better, but he was too tired to try. âYouâre not around during the day, so you donât know what its like! One of them always needs me, and Charlie is fussy, and Abbyâs not eating enough, and I can barely breathe! And you want me to what? Follow you around from base to base, taking care of our daughters on my own while youâre on deployment after deployment?â
âThat is what you signed up for when you married me!â Jake shouted, his frustration and exhaustion finally bubbling over. âI thought you wouldâve known that based on how often your brother gets to go home! This is what it means to be in a military family! This is what you signed up for!â
âI signed up for you!â she shouted. âI signed up for a man who loves me, who is home to share the load with me! Not a man who has his head shoved so far up Uncle Samâs ass that he canât see the sun!â
âDonât you dare!â Jake stood. âEverything I do is for the safety of this country and for you and our daughters. Donât you want our girls to grow up in a country that is safe?â
âI would rather our daughters grow up knowing their father! They barely see you anymore! And itâs only going to get worse as they get older!â
âIâll be promoted by the time that theyâre older! That means less time deployed!â
Buttercup was shaking her head, shrinking back in her seat. âYouâll never give up flying, Jake. You wouldnât take a promotion that meant you were grounded. Itâs not who you are.â Buttercupâs voice shook. âJust like sitting at home, waiting for my husband to come back while I take care of our home and children isnât who I am. I need more.â
Jake scoffed, red creeping into the edges of his vision. He felt like he was running on autopilot, unable to stop himself or control his anger. âSo, what? Weâre not enough for you?â
âDonât do that!â Buttercup snapped. âOur family is everything to me, but I need more! I need something outside of just being a mom and your wife!â
âOkay, so London is that then? Will London be enough for you?â Jake was wrangling every ounce of his strength to pull himself back, to not do this. They were both tired, both stressed. She hadnât been herself since the babies were born, and it didnât help that he had been deployed when they had sworn to him that he would be grounded for his first few months of fatherhood. If they could just get on the same page again, everything would be okay. But that would only happen if he could get Hangman to take a backseat and let Jake handle this.
Buttercupâs eyes flooded at his mocking tone. âFuck you, Jake.â
Loud cries echoed through the house and Jake huffed before heading down the hall. âGo take a bath, Buttercup. Iâll take care of the girls.â
In the nursery, Jake pulled Charlie into his arms and sighed, rocking his red-faced baby girl in his arms. It would all be okay. The first year was always going to be the hardest. If they could make it through that, they would be stronger than ever.
It didnât hit Jake that it was too late until a few days later, when he came home to find a teary-eyed Buttercup standing in the kitchen, handing him a pile of divorce papers.
Seresin Ranch, Clifton, Texas, Now
Early morning sunshine danced across her eyelids, and she tried to bury her face in the pillow beside her. It was way too freaking early to be conscious after the night sheâd had, she was bone tired, and she was sore in a deeply satisfying way. The dull ache in her muscles and the muted throbbing between her thighs were better than any soreness she had ever gotten from an extended workout. It was an ache that she hadnât felt in years.
Stretching like a cat, Buttercup slowly sat up against the headboard and blinked against the sun streaming through the grey curtains, and three things hit her in quick succession.
She was not in her bedroom. Her curtains were not grey, and her window did not face east.
She was naked. Her usual t-shirt and shorts were absent as the cool cotton sheets kissed her skin.
The soreness she was feeling was accompanied by a series of hickies and bruises that decorated her body like confetti. Her neck, her chest, her breasts, her stomach, and her inner thighs were littered with the dark purple marks, leaving her feeling like a teenager the night after prom.
Buttercup felt her stomach roil as the memories from the previous night washed over her like a tidal wave. The barbecue, fighting with Jake, dancing with Jake, having 3 a.m. grilled cheese with Jake and splitting a beer with him before giving him permission to kiss herâŠJake carrying her to his bedroom and making love to her sweetly and gently, then rolling her over and fucking her hard, then taking her again in the softest, tenderest way as the sun slowly began to rise.
What had she done? What had she done? This wasnât who she was. She had never been the type of person who just fell into bed with a guy, and certainly not when that guy was her ex-husband. But then, she had always been helpless against him. Back before things had soured between them, she had been almost as good as Maverick at keeping all of the Daggers in line, but one flash of those bright green eyes and those dimples, and she was basically Jello. She had never been able to tell him ânoâ, except for once.
Buttercup pulled her legs up tight against her chest and pressed the heels of her palms into her closed eyes until she saw stars. She was so stupid. So weak. She had put in over a decade of work to make herself stronger, strong enough to withstand being alone, strong enough to be a single mother, strong enough to hold her ground against him. And yet, like a teenage girl, she caved at the sight of gleaming abs and a cocky grin, and the sound of sweet nothings he had whispered in her ear.
What would the girls think if they found out? Would they think they were getting back together? Of course they would, that had been their plan since the beginning. But a one-night stand did not a relationship make, and neither did attraction. Attraction and chemistry had never been their problem. Communication had been, and, though they had clearly gotten better at it over the past decade, it didnât solve all the problems that still remained between them. Past hurts and past histories and words that had been said that couldnât be taken back.
God, how she wished she could take them back. She had been sick in the head and sick in the heart when she had uttered those poisoned words to him, wanting him to feel like she did in the most toxic way. She was toxic to him, not the other way around like so many had thought would happen. Her own brother had warned her away from Jake Seresin the minute they met, cautioning her that he would ruin her life, but he hadnât. He had given her the greatest year and a half of her life and two daughters that she wouldnât trade for the world. She was the one who ruined him. Just like her nickname, she was a poison, and she would only destroy him more if she stuck around.
The realization had her slowly pulling her clothes on, choking back sobs and dashing her tears away. He needed more than her. He needed someone who was strong enough to hold him up while he figured out what he wanted to do with his life once the girls had moved on. He needed someone who wouldnât panic at the very suggestion of him going back to the Navy. She needed to walk away so that he could find that person. Despite the pain lancing through her heart and the heaviness in her limbs, she had to. She wouldnât poison him anymore. Not when sheâŠ
More tears streamed down her face as she stumbled into his ensuite and desperately tried to make herself look like less of a heartbroken mess. He would be okay and, eventually, so would she. The girls would struggle, but she would fight like hell to make sure her girls still had so much love and support from both of their parents, even if they lived on opposite sides of the globe. They wouldnât suffer just because their mother was toxic.
A deep wash of her face and multiple splashes of cool water later, Buttercup, resolved and heartbroken, strolled out of the bedroom and made her way back to the kitchen, finding her daughters sitting at the island while Jake flipped pancakes.
âMorning, Mom!â
âMorning, Mum!â
âHey, darlinâ,â Jake followed up the sweet chorus of their daughtersâ voices with a shy grin, so unlike him but still so fitting that it made the ache in her chest deepen. âDid you sleep okay?â
Buttercup fought to keep her face straight as she regarded him with as much cool indifference as she could muster. âYes, thank you. And good thing too. Weâve got a busy day tomorrow.â
Plates clattered as Charlie set the island for breakfast. âWhat are we doing tomorrow?â
Buttercup fought the pain and panic rising in her throat as she looked at the smiling figures of her broken family. âA-Abby and I are going home tomorrow,â she croaked out. âOur flight leaves at 9 p.m.â
Silence fell like a heavy, suffocating fog over the kitchen. Abby had frozen in her seat, a juicy red grape dangling almost comically from her fingers halfway between the bowl and her mouth. Charlie wasnât doing much better, a plate suspended in midair while her face flushed. And Jake? She couldnât bring herself to look at him, to see the anger or pity or fury that was undoubtedly marring his handsome features.
It was Charlie who broke the silence first. âWhat?â
The question was so simple, but Buttercup had to brace herself before answering. âWe promised you a week together, and itâs been a week. Our flight has always been leaving tomorrow.â She managed a weak smile at her daughters. âI guess time really does fly when youâre having fun.â
âMumâŠâ Buttercupâs heart nearly shattered at the broken, pleading sound of her babyâs voice. âCouldnât we stay? Please?â
For the time being, Buttercup was winning the losing battle against the tears that were clogging her throat and flooding her eyes. âIâm sorry, sweetheart, but we canât. You start school next week and I have deadlines to meet. Uncle Bob and Auntie Nat have to go back to work too. But your dad and I have figured out a good schedule for visiting. You get more school vacation than Charlie does, so youâll get to come here for a few breaks, and Charlie will get to come visit us when she has breaks, and then weâre going to split the summer in half, okay? Iââ Buttercupâs voice cracked, and she turned her eyes skyward to prevent the tears from falling again. âI know itâs not what you want, but itâs the best we can do.â
âThatâs BULLSHIT!â Charlieâs cry was loud and harsh. âThatâs complete bullshit! You could both stay! Everyone should stay!â
Buttercupâs breath stuttered in her chest as she looked at her daughter, so full of pain and anger. âI know that you wish we could, sweetheart, but we canât. Iâm sorry!â
âYouâre sorry?â Charlie was crying now, hot tears running down her red cheeks. âI only get two weeks with you after 12 years and now youâre leaving and youâre sorry? Thatâs bullshit!â
âCharlieâŠâ Jakeâs voice was a soft warning.
âWhat?â She whirled on her dad. âIt is! She could stay here if she really wanted to! But she doesnât! She doesnât care. Not about you or me or anyone! If she cared, she wouldnât have left us in the first place!â
âCharlieâŠâ Buttercup couldnât stand the way her voice crackled with tears. âCharlie, Iââ
âI hate you!â Charlie turned on her, green eyes full of anguish. âI hate you!â
âThatâs enough!â Jake didnât yell, but his voice held that military tone that immediately silenced everyone in the kitchen, save for Charlieâs ragged breathing and Abbyâs soft sniffles. âYou do not get to talk to your mother that way. You can be angry all you want, but this is a joint decision between your mother and I, so if you hate her then you hate me too. And no matter how you feel about us, I know that I taught you respect. We do not lash out at other people because of the way we are feeling in this family. We talk it out, and if we canât manage how weâre feeling then we take a beat before we have a calm conversation. So, go take a beat. Take a lap of the ranch and cool off, Charlie.â Jakeâs tone was no-nonsense and left no room for argument. Chest heaving, Charlie stomped away and let the door slam behind her. Jake sighed and looked at his oldest daughter, sniffling quietly in her seat. âWhy donât you go with her, Abby?â His voice was gentler now. âI think maybe some fresh air and a walk will do you both some good.â
Not saying anything, Abby nodded meekly and shuffled out of the kitchen, the front door barely clicking shut in comparison to the slam that had rocked everyone to their very foundations.
Buttercup stood stock still in the kitchen doorway, hand wrapped around her throat as she fought the tears that were falling slowly.
âButtercupâŠâ She flinched violently away from Jakeâs gentle hand on her elbow, and he held his hands up. âButtercup, itâs alright. Itâs all gonna be alright.â
She shook her head, clutching at her throat to get the words out. âSheâs right. Itâs all my fault.â
âNow, I thought I told you I didnât want to hear any of that anymore,â Jake said, gently but with a hint of stern resolve. âNow, why donât we sit down and talk about this?â
âThereâs really nothing to talk about, Jake.â Buttercupâs sigh was bone-weary as she sank into one of the island stools. âWe have to go home. Abbyâs got school, Bob and Nat have work, I have deadlines that Iâm already behind on and signings I promised to do months ago and they want me to do edits for a script for one of my novelsâŠWe promised them a week together, and thatâs what they got.â She shrugged helplessly. âThereâs nothing we can do to change that.â
âI get where youâre coming from, darlinâ, I doâŠâ Jake leaned against the island across from her. âButâŠit wouldnât be too difficult to get Abby signed up for school here, and Bob and Phoenix are grown ups, they donât need you to take them home. And youâŠâ He sighed heavily. âYou can write from anywhere, so why canât you write here with us?â
Buttercupâs heart cracked wide open, years of heartbreak and loneliness and anger pouring out of her like hot lava. âI canât believe youâre asking me that again! What about the life Iâve built for myself? My professional reputation? My friends? Abbyâs friends? I have a life in London! I like my life in London!â
âI know that.â Jake kept his voice even and calm, even as he wanted to reach out and calm her. âI know I fucked it up the first time. I know I didnât get it the first time, how much the job and the move and everything meant to you back then. But youâre an award-winning author now, Buttercup. Youâre likeâŠnumber one draft pick in the NFL. You would have dozens of publishers falling all over themselves and each other to publish your stories now. Hell, with the way technology has improved in the last decade, nothing would stop you from keeping your publisher in London and Zooming into meetings with them from here. Isnât it at least an option?â
Everything he was saying made perfect sense. It was all logical and well thought out, and, for a moment, she could picture it. Staying in Clifton, on the ranch. Turning the guest bedroom into an office for her to write out of while staring out at the pretty scenery, waking every morning in the cradle of Jakeâs arms and cuddling with him until their daughters dragged them from bed. Giving them a real shot.
But a real shot meant the possibility of real pain. Pain that she had barely healed from the first time. Pain that she had put him through. Pain that he didnât deserve. He didnât deserve any of it, but to protect him, she would have to hurt him.
âI canât just give up my job, my life because of a one-night stand.â Her voice was cold, belying the white-hot pain that was shooting through her heart, her very soul.
âI thought I meant more to you than that?â
She could hear the pain in his voice and ducked her head, refusing to meet his eyes. âYou doâŠâ she whispered, so quiet that he wouldnât be able to hear her. The words âYou didâ came at a louder volume. âBut I worked too hard to get to where I am now, and so did you.â She gulped down air, feeling like the walls were closing in on her. âIâŠI finally healed from everything we put each other through, and we canât just fall back together again because itâs easy.â
Jake scrubbed a hand over his face. He knew what she was talking about. They had put each other through a lot, and it had taken over a decade to even start to heal from that, but they had healed. Wasnât he worth giving it another go? Werenât the girls worth trying for? He tamped down the anger he felt growing in his gut and asked, âWhen have we ever been easy?â
âYou know what I mean, Jake.â Her sigh was heavy, bowing her shoulders like she was carrying the weight of the world. âWeâre familiar. Weâve been living in the same house for a week, and, in a moment of weakness, we let ourselves fall back into old habits. And it felt good. But weâve been down this road before. We know what lies at the end of it.â Tears pricked her eyes again and she blinked them back. âBesides, you were just engaged to another woman. You were planning on going back to the Navy. IâŠI canât be the thing you hold onto just because youâre afraid of what your life will look like in six years.â
Jake felt the anger within him rise, and he relied on every ounce of his military training to remain composed, to not let the anger seep into his voice. âI donât think Iâm the one who is afraid here. Youâre running.â
âJakeââ
Despite the way she was shaking her head, hands covering her face, Jake moved around the island and gently put his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him. âI know you felt something last night. I felt it too. Just because we didnât work out the first time, doesnât mean we wonât work out this time. You donât have to be afraid of what might happen either, sweetheart.â His voice was filled with so much warmth and passion that Buttercup felt the tears fall faster and harder down her cheeks. This sweet man. She had never deserved him. His hands stroked her upper arms as he continued. âYouâve done such a good job on your own. Abby is incredible and your booksâŠâ Jake shook his head in amazement. âYouâre incredible. But you donât have to be strong and do it all on your own anymore. I know you can, but you donât have to. Let me help. Just stay and let me help.â He was begging and he knew it, but he couldnât help the tightness in his chest that told him that he had to convince her to stay. That he couldnât lose her again. âI know you felt it last night,â he ended in a murmur.
Buttercup buried her head in her hands and sobbed. He was saying all the right words and she could feel the warmth and kindness pouring out of him, but she couldnât shake the feeling that she would ruin it all again. âIâŠI canât,â she cried. âWe have to be the adults here. I canât just leave my life behind and stay with you. Not again. We tried that once and it didnât work, and we owe it to our girls to be better this time. We have to be better this time. For them. What we want doesnât matter.â
Breath whooshed out of Jakeâs lungs as he took her in. His Buttercup looked so small and broken, sobbing at his kitchen island. He had done that to her. He had broken his strong, independent, fiercely loyal and kind woman. No matter how badly he wanted to keep her, he couldnât hold her back again. âThisâŠthis is really what you want?â
With doubt clogging her throat, she murmured, âIt is.â
Jakeâs shoulders bowed, and he grunted to clear the tingling in his throat and in the bridge of his nose. âThenâŠas you wish, I guess.â
Buttercup nearly ran down the path towards the dude ranch cabins. After a tense breakfast, one where no one said anything to each other, Buttercup got changed and got out of the ranch house as quickly as she possibly could. She felt like she couldnât breathe with the weight of Jakeâs disappointed gaze upon her and Charlieâs hate-filled words hanging in the air around them. Not even her sweet Abby had been able to look her in the eye, so she fled the moment it was acceptable to do so.
Now, she was marching to her brotherâs cabin to talk to him and his best friend, to get some sort of reassurance that she was doing the right thing. She quickly climbed the two steps up and came up short when the door swung open, Javy emerging in his jeans, carrying his shirt from last night.
âOhâŠâ They both froze and stared at each other. âHey Buttercup.â
âHey JavyâŠâ
âYou, uhâŠâ Javy shuffled his feet. âYou good?â
âNot really,â she admitted, staring down at her toes. âIs Nat in there? Or Bob?â
âBob spent the night in Mickeyâs cabin with him and Yale. But NatâŠâ A shy smile pulled at Javyâs lips as he shrugged. âSheâs asleep upstairs. Iâve gotta run to practice though. Can you tell her I said goodbye? And that Iâll see her for dinner tonight?â
Despite her own broken heart, Buttercup found herself smiling. âIâm glad you two were able to work it out. Iâll let her know.â
âThanks, Buttercup.â He grinned and placed a light jab against her shoulder as he passed. âAnd hey? Iâm sure whateverâs bugging you will work itself out in the end.â
âI donât think so, Javy. But thanks.â
Buttercup let herself into the quaint little cabin and headed straight for the bedroom, where her friend was just waking up. Buttercup thanked whatever not-completely-evil god that was out there that her friend was wearing a t-shirt. After the morning sheâd had, the last thing she wanted was to have her friend flash her by accident.
âHeyâŠâ Natasha yawned as she stretched her arms over her head. âWhatâre you doinâ here? Whereâsââ Natasha cut herself off, looking away from Buttercup.
âJavy had football practice. He says heâll see you for dinner.â That was all Buttercup managed to get out before flopping onto the bed and sobbing.
âJesus Christ, B!â Natasha scrambled up and pulled her crying friend into her lap. âWhat the hell?â A gentle hand ran up and down the length of Buttercupâs spine. âYouâre alright, girl. Câmon.â
âJ-Jake and I hooked up last night,â Buttercup blubbered, burying her face into the plaid comforter that covered her friendâs lap.
âAndâŠwas itâŠnot good?â Try as she might, Natasha was struggling to see the problem.
âIt was great!â
Both ladies were surprised at the strength of Buttercupâs sobs. It was unlike her to cry so much, but clearly, she had to exorcise some demons, and crying seemed to be the best way to get them out.
Natasha sighed and patted her friend on the back. âThen I am confused.â
âJoin the fucking clubâŠâ Buttercup muttered, wiping her face on the bedspread before sitting up, her tear ducts seemingly empty. âWeâŠweâre going home tomorrow. I canât believe I was so stupid as to hook up with my ex-husband right before weâre going back home.â
âNot gonna lie, lady, but you were basically eye-fucking him all night. Iâm not surprised that you two fell into bed together. The sexual tension was too great.â Natasha propped herself up against the oak headboard and stared at her friend. âItâs nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Lots of couples do one last fuck fest after a breakup or divorce.â
âIs that what you and Javy were doing last night?â Buttercup bit out, no malice in her voice, only exhaustion.
Natasha bit her lip. âActuallyâŠit was more of a âlets try this thing againâ than a âlets get this thing out of our systemsâ.â
Buttercup blinked her bloodshot eyes. âHow are you two going to try it again when our flight leaves tomorrow?â
One of Natashaâs calloused fingers gently traced the scar that ran over her eye, something that she only did on the rare occasion that she was nervous. âThatâs the thingâŠIâm not getting on that flight. Bob said that he could get me a refund with the airline since itâs, yâknow, his airline.â
âYouâre staying?â Of all the things she expected her best friend to say, it certainly wasnât that. âWhat about your classes? Your friends?â
Natasha shrugged. âOne of the other instructors can take over until they hire someone else. And thereâs a gym in town that needs a new female personal trainer. Javyâs pretty sure theyâd take me on the spot. And honestly, B? What friends? I had work friends that I only hung out with occasionally off the clock, and I had you and Bob. I lived in your home, ate your food, and hung out with you. No offence, because you know I love you, but not going back isnât that big of a deal to me.â
Buttercup nodded as she looked at her friend. âI hate that youâre leaving me,â she mumbled, pulling Natasha into a fierce hug. âBut Iâm proud of you for giving him another shot. You just make sure he knows that if he hurts you, Iâm only one transatlantic flight away from kicking his ass.â
âOrâŠyou could always stay too and be just a walk down the road away from kicking his ass.â Natashaâs voice was gentle and kind, but Buttercup was already shaking her head. âWhy not?â
âBecause we tried, and we failed.â
âSo did me and Javy,â Natasha nudged her.
âBut you donât have kids who will suffer if you try again and it still falls apart.â
âFair pointâŠâ Natasha hummed and turned towards her. âWhat if it doesnât fall apart?â
âI canât risk it, Nat,â Buttercup murmured, tears welling in her eyes again. âI canât hurt Abby and Charlie like that. They have to come first.â
âI get that.â Natasha reached out and squeezed her friendâs hand comfortingly. âBut you have spent over a decade putting Abby first. You have been an amazing mother to that girl. Maybe itâs time to start putting yourself first instead.â
Buttercup squeezed back, snuggling down in her friendâs bed and sighing. If only it was that easy.
The next 24 hours passed in a blur of emotion. Charlie still wasnât speaking to Buttercup, despite Jakeâs private talk with her when she returned to the ranch house after her walk. Abby wasnât faring much better, quiet but not angry the way her sister was. MoreâŠresigned. And JakeâŠwell, Jake did what Jake always did. He walled up everything he was feeling behind thick, military issue shields and pretended. It was what he was trained to do. Compartmentalize and prioritize. His priority was making sure that his girls didnât leave the ranch sad.
Buttercupâs eyes remained bloodshot for the rest of the day, and it broke Jakeâs heart to see his girl so distraught. Part of him wanted to ask her to reconsider, to ask if her decision to leave was what was making her so miserable, but he didnât. His Buttercup had only made one rash decision in her entire life: staying with him in Miramar. Every other decision had been meticulously thought out, including going to London to start over. He couldnât blame her for that, and he couldnât blame her for wanting to return to her life abroad, no matter how much it felt like it was killing him to let her go again.
So, Jake pushed it all down and tried to make it the best 24 hours he possibly could. He took his three girls on a trail ride after having a small goodbye lunch for their remaining guests. Fanboy, Yale, Payback and his family all enjoyed a small gathering despite the tense atmosphere. That atmosphere remained throughout the trail ride, though Jake had hoped it would help cool Charlie down. Dinner was similarly quiet, the five of them eating their spaghetti and meatballs in relative silence, though it seemed that both Rooster and Charlie were cheered to hear that Phoenix would be staying. Jake couldnât help the glance he spared at Buttercup when that news was shared before Javy swept Phoenix out the door to keep their dinner reservation in town. He knew he couldnât question why Phoenix was brave enough to stay and try to work things out, not when he knew why Buttercup was doing the brave thing by leaving. She was doing it so that the girls wouldnât suffer from the fallout if they couldnât keep their shit together a second time, and Jake couldnât blame her. He would do anything to make sure Charlie was happy. Problem was that this decision didnât seem to be making anyone happy.
Nobody got much sleep that night, the tension growing over the house like a big black storm cloud, what ifs and maybes swirling like a tornado. Day dawned without sun; the metaphorical storm having grown into a real one that had rain lashing at the windows. Breakfast was a silent affair, and Jake could barely choke down any lunch, one final meal before he had to say goodbye to his girls.
Bags were piled at the front door, waiting for the airport limo Bob had called for, complimentary because of his position with the airline. Six adults and two children stood in the doorway of the ranch house, waiting for the telltale sound of tire on gravel to signal the end. When Jake caught sight of headlights bouncing through the darkened sky, he sighed and gathered Abby into his arms.
âI love you, baby,â he murmured into her hair, and his heart broke as she clutched him tighter. âIâll see you at Thanksgiving, okay?â
âI love you too, daddy.â
Jake opened his eyes and saw Buttercup ringing her hands as she approached Charlie, who had her arms crossed stiffly across her chest.
âIâŠIâm sorry, Charlie,â he heard her soft words and his chest ached for her. For both of them. His two girls were so strong and so stubborn, and they were both in so much pain. âI love you, sweet girl. I hope you remember that.â When it became clear that Charlie was not going to embrace her mother, Buttercup sighed and pressed a kiss to her hair instead. âI love you, darling.â
Buttercup turned to Rooster, who wrapped her in a tight hug. âYou take care of yourself, alright, Buttercup?â he gravelled.
âI will. You take care of them for me, okay?â
âYou know I will.â
A similar exchange happened with Javy, though Jake was sure that it included some sort of threat about treating Phoenix well, based on the slight grimace on Javyâs face as Buttercup turned and hugged her friend.
It was at that point that the car pulled up to the front door and Jake forced himself to release his daughter.
âGo say goodbye to everyone while I take your bags out,â he whispered to her, trying his best not to crumble at her tear-stained face.
She nodded and ran over to Phoenix, almost knocking her over. âI love you, Auntie Nat.â
âI love you too, kid.â
She squeezed Rooster next, the two of them having a whispered conversation as Jake passed, taking the bags out to the limo. He didnât care that his white t-shirt was becoming see-through. He didnât much care for anything at the moment. He was completely numb, just like he had been when he watched Buttercup and Abby walk out his front door the first time. He took his time loading the bags into the trunk before heading back into the house, feeling like he was walking to his execution.
When he stepped into the foyer, his eyes went straight to Abby and Charlie, embracing by the stairs. He sighed and turned to Bob, shaking his ex-brother-in-lawâs hand before turning to Buttercup, who was watching her daughters with a sad sort of smile.
A gentle hand on her shoulder pulled her attention to him right as he pulled her into a hug. She folded into him the same way she always had, like she belonged there. Jake told himself that her trembling was because he was soaked to the bone, and if he felt moisture soaking into the front of his shirt, he told himself that was just the rain too.
She pulled away a few moments later, surreptitiously wiping at her eyes as she murmured, âItâs time to go, Abby.â She met his eyes for a fleeting second. âThank you, Jake.â
âAs you wish, sweetheart,â he murmured and escorted them onto the covered porch, where he gave Abby one more hug before pulling Charlie into his arms as they watched Bob, Buttercup and Abby make a run for the limo.
Bob held the door open as Abby slid in. Buttercup glanced over her shoulder at Jake and Charlie, standing like statues on the porch. She waved a sad goodbye before sliding in beside her daughter. Bob gave him an understanding nod before joining them and slamming the door shut. The limo roared to life and started down the dirt drive, rain and wind whipping at the windshield as they went. Abby and Buttercup huddled together on the leather seats as Bob gave instructions to the driver, and then they were silent.
Jakeâs chest heaved as he watched them go, watched two-thirds of his heart walk away from him again.
âWait!â Charlie cried, throwing off his hold and taking off down the wet and muddy driveway. âMom, wait!â Jake lunged after her, grabbing her up in a hug as the limo disappeared between the trees, the falling rain too loud for them to hear her pleas.
Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Sixteen
A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic
Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and youâre desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bobâs wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child?Â
Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!ReaderÂ
Chapter summary: Ducky has a scare and both Jake and Bob rush to the hospital
WC: 1.6K
Masterlist here; previous chapter here
You were at work the first time you felt it.Â
A zap. A buzz, deep in your abdomen. It lasted for a second, a prolonged sting, before evaporating. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and willed it to leave. That was something you hadnât been prepared for about pregnancy. Not that you had prepared much, or at all, to start. But the accompanying anxiety that riddled every moment. Every flutter, every cramp or aversion or heat sensitivity drove you into a Googling rampage.Â
If you were this bad now, what would happen when the baby was born?Â
It happened again as you were taking your lunchtime walk near the water. A sting that echoed deep within the recesses of your expanding abdomen. You stopped, one hand on your stomach, eyes wide.Â
âAre you alright, dear?â An older woman stopped, concern lacing her features.Â
You nodded. âYes, thanks. All fine.âÂ
She watched you cautiously before nodding and slipping back into the crowds. You stopped toward a bench and placed one hand on the back, steadying yourself.Â
When the pain came again, and this time you knew it would, you grimaced, digging out your phone.Â
Jakeâs cell. It went to voicemail and your heart rate started to spike. Next you dialed Bob, and the same fate.Â
Panic started to set in.Â
Eyes bleary, you pressed Phoenixâs contact in your phone. It rang until an automated voice said the mailbox was full.Â
Finally, Bradley. He picked up at the last ring, breathless. âY/N? Are you alright?âÂ
âI donât know,â you whispered, heart racing. âI was walking and I'm in pain and I donât know what to do.âÂ
âOh Jesus.â There was a pause. Then, âCall an Uber, Iâll meet you at the hospital. Thatâll be faster than me picking you up.âÂ
âWhereâs Jake?â you demanded. âAnd Bobby.âÂ
âTest flight,â he replied. âPhoenix is with them. Theyâll be gone for another few hours.âÂ
âIâm scared,â you admitted.Â
âI know,â Bradley said. âSo am I. Iâm getting in my truck now, OK? Iâll meet you there, donât worry.âÂ
***
True to his word, Bradley was there by the time they were placing your IV.Â
âWhat happened?â he demanded.Â
The nurse looked up. âThis your boyfriend?âÂ
You shook your head furiously. âNo.âÂ
She shrugged. âToo bad.âÂ
You rolled your eyes as she left the room. âThatâs how they all are, you know,â you said as she eyed Bradley on her way out. âThe second yâall step into a room wearing those outfits, girls go wild.â You flicked your hand at his green flight suit.Â
Bradley stepped toward the bed. âAs much as Iâd love to hear how hot you think I am, so I can use it to taunt Seresin later, I need to know what happened.âÂ
âThey donât know yet,â you replied. âMy blood pressure is a little high I guess? Theyâre running some labs.âÂ
He ran his hand through his hair and you reached out, pressing your fingertips to his other arm. âHey. Itâs OK. Iâm really glad youâre here.âÂ
âI donât know how you do this,â he whispered. âThatâs not even my baby and Iâm panicked.âÂ
âYouâll be a great father one day.â His brown eyes lit up. âSpeaking of fathers, whereâs the one responsible for this?âÂ
âLet me call the station again,â Bradley replied. âIâll be right back.âÂ
âHurry.âÂ
***
âWhere is she?â Jake skidded to a stop in the waiting room as Bradley paced in a tight circle.Â
âThank fuck,â he muttered.Â
âBradshaw. Where is she?âÂ
âRoom 219.âÂ
Jake practically sprinted down the hallway. Your neck snapped to the right as you heard the door bash open, Jake standing with his hair mussed from his helmet, still wearing his flight suit and a pair of standard issue boots. âWhat happened?â he demanded, stepping closer as his green eyes flicked over the screens on the monitors behind you.
âIâm fine,â you replied. âRelax.âÂ
âRelax?â Jake looked like his brains were going to burst out of his skull. âYouâre joking, right? How the hell am I supposed to relax when I land and find out youâre in the damn hospital?â
âI thought military boys were good under pressure.âÂ
âThereâs a difference,â Jake gritted out, âbetween gunning down enemy fire, and hearing that the mother of your child is in pain.âÂ
You grabbed his hand. âIâm fine,â you whispered. âDoctors said it was probably just Braxton Hicks contractions, nothing to worry about. Theyâre doing some blood and stress tests to make sure.âÂ
Jake dropped his head against your hand and you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his forehead. He looked up, surprised, mouth open just as the door swung on its hinge again, Bobby practically sprinting into the room. âWhat happened?âÂ
You rolled your eyes. âYou boys are really needy arenât you?âÂ
His ice blue eyes zeroed in on yours. âThatâs my niece in there,â he said. âI want to know that sheâs OK.âÂ
âIâm fine, too,â you pouted.
Bob leaned over, wrapping you into a hug. âThank God.âÂ
As he leaned back, you shook your head. âLook at the two of you. Absolute messes.â Bob and Jake looked at each other, and you laughed. âDoctors said I should be able to go home in an hour. So Jake, why donât you go tell Bradshaw heâs OK to leave. And thank him for me?âÂ
âAlright honey.âÂ
You winced as the nickname floated in the empty recesses of the room. Bob lifted an eyebrow as Jake disappeared through the door. âHoney?âÂ
You were silent.Â
Bob leaned against the hospital bed. âI repeat, honey?âÂ
âLeave it alone, Bobby.âÂ
âYouâre my sister, I deserve to know whatâs going on.âÂ
âYou donât have to be dad,â you whispered. Bob looked up, angry, but you continued. âIâm an adult. I can make my own decisions. I donât need you watching out for me and policing everything I do.â He started to speak but you cut him off with one hand raised. âI love you. And I love you for taking care of me and looking out for me. But when I say I need you to trust me, I need you to ease up a little.âÂ
Bob sighed. âSometimes, I donât know who I am if Iâm not looking out for you.âÂ
You smiled and grabbed his hand. âI think you owe it to yourself to have a little fun. Be a little wild.âÂ
He grinned. âWild? No way.âÂ
âGo out, have fun, be reckless.â You patted your stomach. âHave a beer for me. Or five.âÂ
He shook his head and stood up. âDo you want me to drive you home or Jake?âÂ
âJake.âÂ
Bob walked to the door and pulled it open. âI feel like a dad dropping his kid off at kindergarten for the first time, watching you walk away.âÂ
âYou know when I get married someday, youâre going to have to be the one to give you away.âÂ
âDonât know if I can do that, Ducky.âÂ
You frowned. âWhat?âÂ
Bob sighed. âI canât give you away, Ducky. You never needed me that much. You never needed anyone. You were always enough, by yourself.âÂ
***
Jake wouldnât let you out of his sight for even a minute from the moment the two of you stepped through the door.Â
Finally, after you had settled into a pair of pajamas and eaten takeout, you turned to Jake. âYou stink, by the way.âÂ
He furrowed his brows. âExcuse me?âÂ
âGo shower, please, Iâm begging you.âÂ
He hesitated and you groaned. âWhat?âÂ
âYouâre going to make me stand there, arenât you?â you asked. âLike some overprotective new mother who puts her baby in a car seat and brings them into the bathroom while she takes a whoreâs bath.âÂ
âWhoreâs bath?âÂ
âYou know. When you wash your private parts in the sink instead of taking a full shower.âÂ
Jake laughed. âI donât know whatâs funnier. The idea of you doing that, or the fact that you said private parts.âÂ
You shoved his arm playfully. âShut up.âÂ
âFine. Iâll shower. But you better not move until Iâm back.âÂ
âOh, what a threat,â you replied, snuggling deeper into the couch and flicking on the latest episode of Love Island.Â
Jake emerged five minutes later, pulling a white t-shirt down over his still damp abs. Your eyes boggled for a moment before you could help yourself. âI saw that.âÂ
âI hate you.âÂ
âStop being so mean to me, itâll make me fall in love with you.âÂ
âYouâre damaged goods, Seresin.âÂ
âYouâre one to talk, Ducky.âÂ
âOuch,â you giggled. âIs this foreplay?âÂ
Jake crawled onto the couch, crouching over you, one of his hands next to your head, the other brushing back the hair on your cheek. âDo you want it to be?âÂ
âYes,â you breathed and Jake grinned. âBut the doctor said I needed to wait at least forty-eight hours to make sure my blood pressure went down before I did any vigorous activity. And I have a feeling vigorous would be the right word choice.âÂ
Jake pulled back, a smirk across his handsome face. âAlright, letâs make a deal. Iâll plan a date for us on Friday. You pull out the sexiest dress you have and weâll go out on the town.âÂ
You groaned. âSexy dress? Are you kidding? I'm a whale.âÂ
âIâll leave my card on the table. Buy a new dress.âÂ
âJake, I canât.âÂ
âItâs not a request, sweetheart,â he replied. âI like red on you.âÂ
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Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Fourteen
A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic
Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and youâre desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bobâs wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child?Â
Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!ReaderÂ
Chapter summary: Ducky and Jake have a breakthrough
WC: 1.2K
Masterlist here; previous chapter here
You held up a pair of baby Nikes. âWhat about these?âÂ
Phoenix shook her head. âDonât even bother with newborn shoes, they grow out of them right away itâs a waste.âÂ
âHow do you know?âÂ
âMy sister has three kids,â she said, roaming down the aisle of the baby store.Â
âAw, Auntie Natasha,â you cooed.Â
She grimaced. âDonât you dare call me that.âÂ
You laughed. âTry and stop me.âÂ
Phoenix rolled her eyes. âSo, where did you two leave off?âÂ
You groaned. We just awkwardly said good night and when I got up this morning he was gone on a run.âÂ
âGot it.âÂ
You turned to her, one hand on your stomach, the other resting against a bookshelf. âAm I being insane? Or is it crazy of him to ask me to move into a house together?âÂ
âBoth,â she replied. âYouâre stubborn, and heâs stupid. A really phenomenal duo.â Natasha leaned in toward your stomach. âYour parents are doo-doo heads, baby.âÂ
âHe doesnât want me, he just thinks itâs whatâs right. To Jake, itâs all about the logical next step. But nothing about this is logical.âÂ
âHave you two actually sat down and talked?â she asked. âSince you moved in together.âÂ
You paused. Natasha was right. You and Jake hadnât had a productive conversation in months. And the clock was ticking. You still had baby classes to sign up for and books to read and hospitals to tour. Not to mention all of the unknowns. What was going to happen when you had the baby? How was coparenting going to look?Â
âYouâre annoying,â you replied, putting a baby bottle in the cart.Â
Natasha laughed. âOnly because Iâm always right.âÂ
***
The faster Jake ran, the less space he had in his head to think of you.Â
As his feet hit the pavement, he tried to push the thoughts that had taken up residency in his mind to the fringes. He was tired of not knowing where the two of you stood or if you cared about him or if you were simply going to disappear one day, never to be heard of again. He was too tired to hide what he wanted any more.Â
He wanted you.Â
He wanted you and he wanted the baby and he wanted everything that came with it. But wanting you was more complex than it seemed. You were like a wild horse, spooked easily. He had spooked you before, when he mentioned the house. That was too fast and too big.Â
He had to take a step back and let you breathe. But Jake wasnât used to small. He was all about big gestures. He was trained to go fast, and that trickled down into his everyday life.Â
For the first time in his life, Jake wanted to go slow with someone.Â
***
You woke up to screaming.Â
It had been months since Jake had experienced a nightmare. And still, the yelling made your skin start to prickle with cold sweat. You were slower to get out of bed this time, bump barely covered by the thin tank top as you rushed down the hallway, swinging his door open.Â
Jake laid on the bed, thrashing. You approached carefully, reaching out and trying to grab his shoulder. His hand came out and smacked you, hard, across your upper arm and a gasp escaped from your throat. Jakeâs eyes shot open and you dug your fingers harder into his flesh, holding onto him.Â
âY/N,â he choked out, green eyes wild.Â
âItâs me,â you whispered. âIâm here. Itâs just a dream. Youâre alright.âÂ
His bare chest continued to heave, heavy thick breaths. You smoothed your fingers over his upper arm, across his shoulders.Â
âIâm here,â you repeated.Â
âStay with me,â Jake asked quietly. You frowned but he turned and there was a sadness buried along each crevice of his face. âPlease?âÂ
âScoot over,â you whispered. Jake inched over and opened up the blanket. You laid yourself down with a small grunt, the weight of the baby sitting on your uterus, and turned to your side to face Jake. He was still on his back, chest glistening with sweat, staring at the ceiling fan that whirled in a tight circle. âWhat happened?âÂ
His lips were pursed tightly. âItâs always the same,â he murmured. âIâm in the air. And then Iâm not. And Iâm just falling and falling.â He turned his head. âBut this time, I had time to think.âÂ
âWhat were you thinking?âÂ
âThat I would never get to meet our daughter.âÂ
Without thinking, you found yourself nestling into the space next to Jake, your head resting between his shoulder and arm as his fingertips landed on your back, your belly pressed up against his side. âIt was just a dream,â you whispered.Â
âDo me a favor,â Jake said softly.
âIâm already giving birth to your child but sure, whatâs another favor.âÂ
âDonât take her away from me.âÂ
You looked up, but Jake wouldnât meet your gaze. So you reached up, placing your hand against his jaw, tilting his head toward you. âYouâre her father. Nothing is going to change that.âÂ
âIf youâre gone, so is she.âÂ
âIs that what youâre worried about?â you asked. âThat Iâm going to keep her from you?â Jake nodded. Your fingers traced softly down his jawline. âI wouldnât do that.âÂ
Jake was quiet for a moment. Then, âThatâs only part of it.âÂ
You frowned. âHmm?âÂ
âIâm worried about losing both of you,â he murmured.Â
âJake,â you whispered.Â
âI know you want to see other people, but I donât want you to.âÂ
âBut youâre seeing other girls.âÂ
âI stopped,â he said and your breath caught in your throat. âThatâs not what I want.â Jake reached out and hovered his hand over your belly. You caught his hand in yours and placed it, gently, on your bare stomach. It was the first time in months that Jake had touched your belly. It was larger now, properly rounded and stretched, and you felt his breath suck in as his fingertips grazed over your warm skin.Â
âAlright,â you whispered. âWe give this a try. If thatâs what you want?âÂ
âItâs what I want.â Jakeâs eyes focused on yours. âBut is it what you want?âÂ
You reached up and lifted his face toward yours, sliding your thumb across his lips. âI think so, yeah. Worth a shot, right?âÂ
And then you leaned in, pressing your lips to his.Â
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Summary: Iâll be home in five weeks. Thatâs what naval aviator Y/N told her fiance before leaving for deployment in the Atlantic. But time ceased to stop when she met Bob Floyd, the ship surgeon. Shy and honest, Bob quietly slipped into Y/Nâs life, creating a complicated dynamic on an already intense mission. Falling for Bob was not in Y/Nâs plan, and as she continues to weave a web of lies, she must make a choice: return to the life she left on land, or forge ahead into the unknown with Bob. But before Y/N can decide, disaster strikes, leaving Bob to make the decision that will alter their lives forever.Â
I'm trying to prove a point to my brain: Reblog if you think fanfiction does not need sex to be good.
There is a trend Iâve noticed that smut fics tend to be much more popular than anything else and honestly I just want to have something to look at to remind myself and that writing doesnât have to have sex to be worth putting out into the community.
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Summary: You break up with Jake because his actions make you question everything youâve had between you, but he wants you to take him back.
Notes/Warnings: angst and fluff, those cursing words. Mentions of sex, but not the real deal. You know what, I cannot for my life stick to my word count plans. I always end up with a thousand more words than I intended. See, this was something I was playing around with while I worked on the rest of my requests, and then the fic gods turned on me and made me flesh this out because they have no respect. Also, itâs not proofread.
have the kind of writerâs block where i have tons of detailed, fleshed out ideas in my mind, and iâm so excited to write them. and yet, when i go to write them, nothing happens. they all just stay in my head.
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader x Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw
Summary: Growing up in the midwest meant that you weren't exposed to many of the dangers of the world, and it also meant that you missed out on some of what life had to offer. Taking a leap, you move to New York City with a few personal belongings and the little money you have left in your savings. You become good friends with your roommate and, by extension, the people at the club she works at. However, it isn't long until you catch the eye of not one, but two mafia bosses that rule the city with an iron grip. Will you stay out of their clutches, or will you give in and become another pawn in their wicked games? (Mafia!AU)
Content Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of guilt, Gentlemen's club (off hours), Flirting, Handsy Bradley and Jake, Pet names, no use of y/n. I think that's it, but please let me know if I missed something!
Word Count: 3.9k
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A couple of weeks had passed, and you were now entering your third month of living in the city. Annie had been right, you had become fast friends after long nights spent gabbing about anything and everything, and late mornings after the previous nightâs binge drinking. Your roommate was a fun, happy-go-lucky soul, and you loved her all the more for it.
Your job at one of the local bakeries near the heart of the city provided you with enough money for your portion of the rent, food, and enough to spend however you saw fit, a feat you still werenât sure how you managed. Your boss was a lovely older woman in her mid-fifties who greeted you with a smile every morning as you clocked in for your shift. Thankfully, she preferred to do the early, early morning prep work herself along with her daughter, so you werenât expected to walk through the doors until sometime around eight every morning.
You enjoyed the tediousness of the job, the routine giving you something to latch on to in the unfamiliarity of the big city. Annie had been coaching you diligently on how to navigate the never-ending, concrete streets and sprawling subways. Your Midwest manners were quickly stamped down by your burgeoning experience with the different crowds that inhabited the city.
âDonât walk around at night by yourself if you can avoid it,â Annie had told you during your first week there, the two of you headed back to the apartment after you had decided to go out for dinner. âThere are a bunch of crazies out here, Mousie. Me? Iâm used to this place, but you got that air about you that just invites people to take advantage.â
You hummed, trotting a few paces to try and keep up with her much longer legs. She cast you a sideways glance with a grimace of an apology.
âSorry, I didnât mean anything bad by it,â she sighed, hands pushed into her pockets as she slowed slightly to give you a break. âYouâll perfect the art of the âdonât fuck with meâ vibe before you know it, Mouse.â
And you liked to think that you had come along way in the few weeks you had spent in the city, perfecting your mean, scary face so that people wouldnât approach you. Some still did, but the number had certainly decreased. Though, you still felt the nagging feeling of guilt every time you outright ignored someone, averting your eyes and hanging your head as you walked a little faster down the street.
Today was a day you, thankfully, had off. Though, you still rose early, your body already used to the schedule of the bakery, and as you stretched in bed, your mind wandered to the container of chocolate chip cookies that sat on the counter in the kitchen. A gift from your boss, albeit they were cookies that would have been thrown in the trash anyway due to their age of only two days.
You lay in bed for the next half hour, dozing as the light of the day streamed in past your curtains, illuminating your still plainly decorated room. Annie had offered to take you shopping for more decor, but you had insisted on earning your own money and paying for your own decor.
âItâs not like I donât have the extra cash, babe,â she told you, lips pulled back into a grimace as she watched you flit about the apartment.
âIâm serious, Annie,â you told her, glancing over your shoulder at her as you set the mop to the side. âItâs not that I donât appreciate it, but I donât want to take advantage of your kindness either.â
âHow is it taking advantage if Iâm offering?â She muttered with a scoff. You had shot her a warning look before placing your hands on your hips.
âI need to prove to myself that I can do this,â you sighed, feeling your shoulders slump.
âAlright, alright,â she relented, giving you an understanding smile. âBut if I give you gifts, you have to accept them. Itâs a law or something.â
You smiled fondly at the memory, pulling a pillow close to your chest, one of Annieâs many âgiftsâ as she called them. Your eyes flickered open with a stifled yawn before you lazily rolled over on to your feet. You padded out the door and down the hall to your shared bathroom, Annieâs soft snores filtering out past her closed door. Her job often kept her up until the early morning hours, and there were days where you were headed off to work just as she was walking through the door.
You brushed your teeth and got ready for the rest of the day, settling on a pair of faded jeans, a plain, white t-shirt underneath a beige cardigan and a pair of simple sneakers. You didnât have much planned for the day, but you had been meaning to check out one of the bookstores downtown. Your groceries were getting low too, and you knew youâd have to go and get more soon, adding a trip to the grocery store to your list of things to do that day. You settled on the couch with a cup of tea, inhaling the aromatic steam that wafted up towards you as you turned on the TV, the news popping up to greet you. A string of violent crimes plagued the city, but you had slowly become accustomed to that news as well during your time there.
Eventually, you grew bored with the news, choosing instead to turn on the latest crime documentary from Netflix, the serious tones of the detectives and witnesses filling the quiet, morning air and lulling you back to a place somewhere between sleep and awake.
You werenât sure how much time had passed when the sound of Annieâs door opening jolted you awake. You blinked, shuffling to sit up on the couch just as she trudged through the doorway, rubbing sleep from her eyes and looking around blearily.
âWhaâ timeâs it?â She asked, voice thick with sleep as she rubbed her face. Her hair was sticking up every which way, her eyes still ringed with the tinges of last nightâs makeup. You knew she must have had a particularly late night.
âUh,â you started, glancing at the clock above the stove, âjust before noon.â
âShit!â She hollered out, eyes growing wide and panicked as she turned to sprint back into her room. You heard a commotion from her room before footsteps sounded in the hall, leading to the bathroom where the shower creaked to life, the spray hitting the tub. You sighed, hoisting yourself up off the couch to rinse your mug out in the sink. The shower didnât run long, and soon you heard the creak of the valves turning off, soft thuds and movement coming from behind the door. Annie burst out, drying her hair furiously as she padded into her room wearing nothing but the small towel wrapped around her.
âCannot believe I overslept,â she griped, her door closed just enough to provide herself some privacy as you waited in the kitchen.
âItâs a bit early for you to head down to the club, isnât it?â You asked, brow furrowing. Usually, Annie didnât head in for another couple of hours, and you heard her let out a huff as she appeared back in the kitchen dressed in a pair of jeans, fitted black top and matching heels. Even running late, she still looked immaculate.
âBosses want us there extra early today to try out some new routines,â she explained.
âBosses?â You frowned. âI thought your boss was Reuben?â
âHe is,â she assured you, digging through her purse to make sure her keys were still inside. âBut the big bosses are coming in today.â
âWho are the big bosses?â You asked, leaning over the counter. She paused, pressing her lips firmly together before giving you an uncertain look.
âNo one you wanna get involved with, Mousie,â she said finally. âI mean, theyâre nice enough guys, butâŠâ
She trailed off, and the implication wasnât lost on you. You offered her a tight smile, glancing at the stovetop clock once more before waving her off.
âYou better get going before youâre even more late,â you warned, nodding to the time. She cursed again, shouting a quick âthanksâ over her shoulder as she sped out the apartment, the door slamming closed behind her. You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes affectionately after her before grimacing at the apartment. Perhaps you would make it to that bookstore another time. For now, you settled on grabbing your own purse to go grocery shopping.
You had just made it back into the apartment when your phone buzzed. You settled the bags on top of the counter, your fingers aching with the strain of the multitude of bags before fishing your phone out of your bag. Annieâs name flashed across the top, and you quickly unlocked your phone before your eyes landed on the all too familiar words.
I forgot something at the apartment.
Could you grab it for me and bring it by the club pretty please? :(
You huffed out a laugh, typing out a quick response to let her know that of course you would bring whatever it was she forgot to the club for her.
Youâre the best! Came her even quicker reply, and you just knew she had been pacing nervously backstage, biting her fingers in that terrible habit she had when she was nervous.
Itâs a pair of silver heels and a hot pink boa. They should be on my desk chair. You canât miss them!
You shook your head, noting how she herself missed them in her rush out the door this morning, but dutifully made your way to her room, pushing the door open as you stepped inside. Sure enough, the heels and the boa lay draped on top of the chair in question, and you quickly gathered them up in your arms to bring back into the kitchen. You grabbed your phone, firing off a quick reply.
Iâve gotta put groceries up really quick, but then Iâll head over. Give me about an hour?
Anything for you, Mouse! I owe you!
You laughed outright at that. This wasnât an uncommon occurrence for your roommate, and you often found yourself making the trip down to the club to bring her something she forgot. You set your phone down and made fairly quick work of the groceries, storing the bags underneath the sink for later use. You grabbed your things before grabbing the heels and the boa, pausing to grab the box of cookies that still sat on the counter before making your way out the door and locking it behind you.
It was about a twenty-minute train ride to the neighborhood where Annie worked, and you exited the subway with a squint as your eyes readjusted to the daylight. You walked a block south, coming upon the familiar, unassuming building with a sign that read âThe Hard Deckâ in a pretty, pink scrawl across the top of the entrance. A man dressed in all black stood by the door, his face mean and intimidating with eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. You grinned up at him as you approached, and a hint of a smile pulled on his lips as he caught sight of you.
âHey Tony,â you greeted, wiggling your fingers with the hand that held the heels and the boa. âHowâs your day been?â
âItâs better now that youâre here, Mouse,â he chuckled, relaxing his posture somewhat. âI take it Annie forgot something again?â
âYeah,â you shrugged, rolling your eyes playfully. âName a time she hasnât, you know?â
He laughed at that, his head resting against the brick of the building as he rolled his shoulders out.
âShe used to tear out of here like a bat from hell before you came to town, ya know,â he grinned. âWonder what sheâs gonna do when youâre not around anymore to spoil her like this.â
âWell,â you started, âhopefully that wonât be for a while yet. Now, do you want a cookie before the others eat them all?â
âThought youâd never ask,â he laughed, pushing off from the side of the building to peek into the box you held in your hand. He grabbed one, taking a bite and humming as you walked past him and into the building.
When you had first found yourself stepping into Annieâs work, you had been apprehensive, expecting a seedy, little hole in the wall with sticky floors and tacky decor. Instead, you were greeted with a clean, sultry business that Annie told you had earned a reputation of being the best in the city.
âItâs actually pretty classy,â she had told you when you first asked her about what she did for a living. âItâs a lot of high end clients that frequent there, and they tip pretty well too. Itâs decent pay to begin with and the manager is a pretty good guy too.â
You had met Reuben on one of your first trips to the club, the handsome man not being at all what you expected from a manager. He was young, for one thing, hovering somewhere between mid-thirties and forty if you had to guess. He was dressed to the nines every time you saw him, a friendly smile always on his face as he greeted you. He was nowhere to be seen now as you strolled into the Hard Dark, voices filtering out from different areas of the large room and from backstage as your eyes swept the area.
There were no windows, the only lights coming from the artificial ones that hung overhead. The main color was black, a red carpet curving across the floor and red drapes hanging from off the walls with gold accents placed everywhere. It gave a feeling of old Hollywood, almost.
âThere you are!â
You turned just as Annie rushed over to you, pulling you in for a tight hug. She pulled away, grabbing her heels and boa from you.
âYouâre a lifesaver, Mousie!â She beamed, and you waved her off.
âI wasnât doing much anyway,â you told her, shifting the box of cookies into your now free hand. âI brought the cookies too for everyone.â
âYouâre so sweet, babe. Come hang out with us for a while,â she cooed, pulling you further towards the main stage. Familiar faces of the different staff greeted you as you walked through, several waving and others following you once they spotted the bright pink box in your hands. You often brought goodies from the bakery, making you an instant hit with the employees at the club.
âWhat did you bring for us today, Mouse?â Bryan, one of the bartenders called.
âCookies!â You called back with a smile.
âYouâre such a godsend, hun,â said Lindsey, one of the other dancers. âI never have time to go to this place before it closes.â
âOne of the perks of being roomies with an employee there,â Annie grinned at her, swiping a cookie as you set the box down on the stage and opened the lid. Several others clambered toward the stage to snag a cookie before retreating and allowing the next wave in. You were so caught up in the conversations happening around you that you didnât notice the figure come out from the back.
âWhatâs going on here?â A deep timber asked. You noticed Annie stiffen visibly beside you before turning your head to look at the newcomer. He was tall, brown hair curled against his forehead that pointed towards a pair of golden brown eyes. Scars littered the golden skin of his face, and you couldnât help but notice the strong muscles that lay hidden beneath his dress shirt. Your lips twitched at the sight of the mustache that hung above his upper lip, but you quickly tamped it down as you took in the nervous faces around you. He swaggered over towards where you stood, the small crowd parting easily for him, and you had to tilt your head back just to meet his gaze.
âShouldnât you all be working?â He pointed out. His voice was light, playful even, but the underlying warning in his tone was palpable, and all but Annie and yourself hastened to get away. You swallowed slightly, shifting uneasily at the change in the atmosphere. Annie stood still next to you, not saying a word which was unlike her.
âAnd who might you be?â He asked, leaning against the stage with a smirk. âThink I would have remembered a pretty face like yours. You lookinâ for a job, hm?â
âSheâs my roommate,â Annie replied before you could say anything. âSheâs just stopping by to drop off a few things I forgot is all.â
âIs that so?â The man hummed, peeling his eyes away from you long enough to cast her an unreadable look before they shifted back to you. âSo youâre the little mouse Reuben mentioned pops by from time to time, huh?â
âI guess,â you muttered, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt as you looked anywhere but at him. You felt his smirk grow as he leaned into you, his nose almost brushing yours in the process. You squeaked at the sudden proximity, eyes widening as the smell of his cologne encircled you, the scent of sandalwood, vanilla, and something woodsy ensnaring you as he spoke.
âMy nameâs Bradley, Mouse,â he murmured, lips curling into a sultry smile as he laced a finger through the loop of your jeans. âYou gonna give me a taste?â
You had the distinct feeling that he wasnât talking about the cookies that still sat on the stage. Without thinking, you grabbed the box, bringing it between you and Bradley, putting some distance between the two of you enough so that you could try to scramble for a coherent thought.
âHere,â you squeaked. Bradley looked stunned for a second, brown eyes wide as he looked from you, down towards the box. There was a moment of still silence before he tossed his head back with a loud laugh, one that caused several people nearby to jump. He looked back at you with a wicked grin, taking the box from your hand and putting it back on the stage with an added chuckle. He grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him and bringing a hand up to cradle your face as he leaned down, his breath fanning over you.
âI might just have to keep you, honey,â he purred, eyes hooded as he drank you in. Your face warmed at the combination of his words and his hand around your waist that slowly started to wander.
âWhat are you doing, Rooster?â
You jumped at the new voice, turning your head with a gasp as your eyes landed on the stranger standing next to Reuben. His square jaw was clenched in what you could only assume was annoyance, narrowed, green eyes moving from Bradley down to you. His face softened slightly, brow arching as he took you in. You thought you saw his lips twitch in the hint of a smirk before neutrality settled over his features once more.
âHey, Mouse!â Reuben greeted, his friendly demeanor almost unnerving. He acted as if you werenât being held captive in the arms of a strange man, instead looking from you towards where Annie stood behind you. âI didnât know you were stopping by today.â
âAnnie forgot something,â you offered weakly, breath still ragged from how close Bradley still held you.
âRooster,â the blond man spoke up, his voice commanding attention, âyouâre scaring the poor thing. Why donât you let her go?â
Bradley grunted but let you go slowly, shooting you a wink as you backed up a couple of steps. The blond man stepped forward, hands shoved into the pockets of his expensive looking pants as a slow smirk crawled onto his lips.
âSo youâre the little mouse weâve heard so much about,â he drawled, stopping just in front of you. You shrugged, not saying anything as you averted your gaze. The man arched a brow at you, taking a hand out of his pocket to place a finger underneath your chin, lifting it so that you met his emerald gaze.
âWords, darlinâ,â he purred, something twinkling in his gaze as you looked at him. You swallowed thickly.
âYes,â you replied, earning a hum. The manâs finger traced along your jaw before his hand cupped the side of your neck gently, almost possessively.
âGood girl,â he praised, and something inside of you unexpectedly preened at the words. He leaned forward, the smell of patchouli and a hint of citrus hitting your nose at the movement. His lips brushed against your ear as he murmured, âmy name is Jake.â
A shiver ran up your spine, and you felt his lips curl into a grin at your reaction.
âShouldnât we be getting back to business?â Bradley snapped, looking put out as Jake withdrew from you. The blond snorted with a roll of his eyes as he stepped back towards his companions.
âSince when do you give a shit?â He asked, the challenge hollow as he kept walking, Reuben quick to fall in line behind him. Bradley frowned as he watched Jake walk past, a muscle twitching in his jaw. His eyes looked back at you, lips curving in a thoughtful smile before shooting you a wink and following his two companions.
You let out a breath you hadnât realized youâd been holding, Annie coming up behind you quickly.
âI am so sorry,â she cried, blue eyes big and sorrowful.
âWhy are you sorry?â You asked with a snort, brushing your hands down your rumpled shirt. âTheyâre the ones whoâve never heard of personal space, apparently.â
âBabe, do you not realize who they are?â She asked, brow furrowing as she studied you, lips pursing as she shook her head.
âOf course you donât,â she muttered, placing a hand on her forehead as she sucked in a breath. âGod, Iâm so fucking stupid sometimes. How could I forget to tell you one of the most basic things?â
âAnnie, what are you talking about?â You asked, crossing your arms as a sinking feeling came over you. Her eyes snapped open as she looked at you with an uncharacteristically solemn expression.
âThereâs a lot more to this city than you realize,â she told you. âThere are groups always grabbing for power and control of it, and right now there are two who are going head to head: the Daggers and the Harpies. You just met the two men who are in charge of the Dagger syndicate, Mouse: Jake âHangmanâ Seresin and Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw. â
Your heart sank, and your head involuntarily whipped around towards where the group of men walked off to. You spotted them sitting in one of the booths, Reuben talking animatedly about something or other, but your stomach did a flip as you realized that both Jake and Bradley were already looking at you. The blond arched a brow at you while the brunette waggled his fingers at you with a playful smirk. Annie followed your gaze, sighing before continuing.
âAnd it looks like youâve gone and caught their eye.â
A/N: Thought we might take a quick break from talking about Angel!Jake and go back to Mafia!Jake and Mafia!Bradley, and they're finally here! What do we think of them from our first meeting? As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. If you would like to receive updates on when I post, please follow my sideblog (@sailoraviator-library) and turn on post notifications! You can also find my works on AO3 under the username sailor_aviator. Until next time!
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Summary: You and Seresin unexpectedly become the caretakers of Bradley and Natasha's baby girl, Nicole. Can you two put your disdain for one another aside for Nic's sake? Based on the movie "Life as We Know It"
Warnings: Asshole!Seresin and swearing. no use of Y/N. Later chapters will contain mentions of parental death! Always check chapter warnings!
Word Count: 1.6k
AN: Thank you to everyone who responded telling me I should make this work a reality! Named their daughter after Goose because he will always have my heart! Love to all my Goose girlies!
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At this point, you were pacing. Nat was trying to be nice by setting you up with Bradley's friend from high school. He had just moved to the city for a job and Nat knew you needed to get back out there after your boyfriend of three years decided to break up with you because he 'didnât feel like things were going anywhere.'
You made your way into the kitchen, your heels clicking on the linoleum. The clock on the oven read 8:57 pm.
Is he seriously an hour late?
When you heard a knock on the door you couldnât stop the irritation in your voice, âFinally!â You walked over to the door, opening it with a smile that you hoped didnât have too much annoyance behind it.
You were greeted by a tall man with sandy blond hair. You couldnât deny that he was quite handsome and the way he said your name had a touch of a southern drawl.
You gave him a polite smile, "Jake?"
He shook his head slightly, "Seresin."
"Seresin?" Your brow furrowed in question.
"Seresin," he says it so matter-of-factly. "Yeah, too many Jakes in the friend group. Everybody calls me Seresin.â
You guessed that made sense, "WeII, it's nice to finally meet you, Seresin." You couldnât help but emphasize the âfinally,â albeit by accident.
Seresin looked down at his watch, "Am I Iate?"
"Um... just an hour." You bit your cheek a little. You didn't want to make him feel too bad, "But I just finished getting ready and Nat said you tended to be a little late.â
"Brad said you'd probably have somthing to say about it."
Bastard. You thought to yourself but fought to put a smile on your face. âOh, did he?" The two of you laughed unconvincingly.
Could this be any more awkward? You weren't sure you wanted the answer to that question.
"Well, should we go?" You gave him a nice smile grabbing your purse and house key.
âYeah, Iet's go.â He quickly walked ahead of you towards the street where he parked. Your heels clicked as you tried to catch up to his long strides.
"So, how long have you known Bradley for?" You tried your best to get to know the man. You waited to put some effort into this date, despite feeling that things weren't going to work out between you two.
"High school." Seresin was certainly a curt man.
"Oh. Wow. I've known Nat since college." When he didn't say anything you realized the walk to the street from your apartment was far longer than you remembered.
You looked at the cars lining the street and were led to a lifted black truck, "Wow... That's a large truck."
Does this man have a complex? You couldn't help the thought.
He wasted no time getting into the driver's side and rolled down the passenger window "Hop in."
What a gentleman... You opened the door and practically jumped into the passenger seat, a challenge in the heels you decided to wear for the occasion.
He looked at you, "So, where shall we go?"
"Umm?" You paused for a second, "Where did you make the reservations? âŠThat you said you were gonna make..." you looked over at him only to be met with a blank expression, "You didn't make them.â At this point it was more of a statement then a question.
"I said that?" Reservations didn't sound like him and he didn't look like the type to make reservations. Honestly, he seemed like the type to fly by the seat of his pants. âWe can go anywhere. I don't care. We can- You pick! We'II just slide in and grab a table."
Yet another decision for you to make... "Okay. Umm, how about Maverick? You ever been there? They have great food and-â
"Sounds good." The truck roared to life as he ignored your question and subsequent explanation.
Before putting the car in drive his phone began to ring at full volume.
Slow ride
Take it easy
"It's just my cell." He looked at the number and quickly put the phone face down.
"I figured...â You tried your best to hold back your annoyance. âYou can answer it if you-"
âNah, it'll go to voicemail," he interrupted.
Slow down, go down
Got to get your lovin' one more time
âPlease, just answer it, it's fine.â
He looked down at his phone, âItâs⊠I can wait." Another moment passed with that god-awful ringtone still blasting.
Hold me, roll me
Slow ridin' woman, you're so fine
âAII right. Yeah. It's a bit muchâŠâ he placed the phone to his ear. A somewhat nervous lilt in his voice, âHey... you!â He paused listening to the person on the other line. "WeII, you know me, always doing something." He paused once more "Yeah... Okay... Eleven? YeahâŠâ He looked over at you "You know what? Make it 10:30." He smiled at the response you couldn't quite hear. "AII right⊠AII right, Iater." He hung up the phone "Sorry... sick friend. You know how it is."
Sick friend? Does he think I'm stupid? You shake my head looking down at your purse, âYou know, we don't have to do this."
"ReaIIy? Okay!" He stared at you waiting for you to get out of his truck.
Your jaw practically fell open, âOh my God! Are you serious!?â You were just trying to be nice, not expecting him to jump at the opportunity to ditch you.
He rolled his eyes leaning in the steering wheel. âOkay, Iet's be honest. You knew the moment you saw me you didn't Iike me.â
âThat not⊠completely trueâŠâ you werenât blind, Seresin was attractive. Honestly, he was beyond attractive, he was hot! However, that didnât distract from just how much of a dick he was being. Your thoughts moved to how excited Nat was for you to get back out there. âBut our friends set this up⊠maybe we owe it to them to-â
âTo what? Spend a couple hours faking small talk? And for what? In hopes to get drunk enough to hook up with each other?â
âHook up?! What do I look like? Just some easy lay? What kind of an asshoIe are you?â
âLook, itâs a Saturday night, I wanna have fun. I can go see myâŠsick friend and you can go do... whatever it is you do on a Saturday night.â You could see the gears turning in his head, âDo you blog? You look like a someone who was on Tumblr at some point in their life.â
âDo I blog? Tumblr?!â Is this man serious?! âOkay, you know what?â You maneuvered in your seat to face him, âHereâs a tip, if you want to ensure that a date isnât a complete dumpster fire before it even begins: don't show up an hour late, have a plan, and don't set up a fucking booty call right in front of the person!â
Seresin feigned a shocked expression, âShe's sick!â
âOh, sure! And what were you going to do? Heal her with your magic dick?!â
âOkay, you wanna go out? Fine, we'II go outâ"
âOh God no! Are you crazy? I'm not going out with you now!â at this point you were definitely yelling, but you didn't care.
He let out a frustrated sigh, âI don't know what they were thinkingâŠâ
You hop out of the truck, stumbling slightly on your heels, âYeah, me neither!â You slammed the truck door before making your way back to your apartment.
Seresin called Bradley as he began to drive down the road. âHey man, howâd it go? Sheâs cute right?â
âYeah, but you forgot to mention she has a stick up her ass! Iâve never been good with the smart ones, B, you know this!"
At the same time, you called Nat as you made the trek back to your apartment. âOh no⊠that was quickâŠâ
âNat, what were you thinking?!â
âWhat do you mean what was I thinking? Sure, heâs a little rough around the edges, but you have to admit he is a cutie.â
You shake your head, unlocking your door. âGod, Nat, the only way you can make this up to me is if you promise I never have to see that asshole again.â
But never seeing Seresin was not in the cards.
In the years that followed the two of you were constantly around each other because of Bradley and Nat. At their wedding, you were the maid of honor with Seresin being the best man. You were side by side when they announced they were having a baby and when they found out it was a baby girl. You were some of the first people to meet Nicole after she was born and, for some reason, they asked the two of you to be her godparents. Before you knew it, 3 years had passed and both of you were now attending Nicâs first birthday.
You were helping put the finishing touches on the decorations when Bradley and Seresin walked in. You all gathered in the living room, glasses of champagne in hand.
Nat and Bradley stood next to each other, his arm around her waist and her head on his shoulder. They looked so happy and in love, something you hoped one day you would find.
âBefore everyone gets hereâŠâ Nat raised her glass, âA toast to Nic's favorite people.â
Bradley raised his glass along with his wife, "And our best friends. We made it through her first year with at least some of our sanity still intact, thanks to you two.â
You and Seresin raised your glasses toasting one another. Taking a sip of his drink, Seresin couldn't help but chuckle, "Aww, Nat! Are you crying?"
She tried to wipe the tears falling onto her cheeks, âNO!â
You all laughed at her sappy demeanor, blissfully unaware that soon everything would change.
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Summary: Youâre new in town and some guy named Jake is about to be your roommate. Being skeptical of new people keeps you lonely and uninterested in any entanglements, but Jake is desperate to change that.
Notes/Warnings: cursing, emotional stuff and vulnerability, fluff, angst, inaccurate navy stuff, typos for sure (fr didn't proofread tonight)
Words:Â 3537
The One I Want Masterlist
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âHe really didnât call last night?â Millie finally asks. Sheâs been watching you out of the corner of her eye for the better half of an hour, sitting in a plastic chair on the opposite side of the gift shopâs counter as she unconvincingly flips through the pages of a bridal magazine.
The stack Millie brought to your work was an attempt to distract you so you would have something to think about other than Jake, but youâve done nothing other than stare at the same wedding dress on the same page since Millie arrived. You canât even say itâs a nice dress that would compliment your friendâs figure, so youâre about as useless as they come for a Maid of Honor. Dresses, flowers, bachelorette partiesâit all sits nestled in the back of your mind, and youâd feel horrible for not taking the details of the wedding more seriously, but right now youâre not alone in using it as a distraction from missing the men in your lives.Â
At least Millie has received some reassurance. Rooster has taken every opportunity to call her, to comfort her, to express his love. But Jake? Nothing. The most youâve gotten is a âHeâs fine, just a bit drawn into himself lately. Got a lot on his mind,â from Millie who reported that information secondhand from her fiance.Â
That Jake has put you in a place of questioning is a blow to your heart, but in an effort to stay sane, you havenât allowed yourself to create potential explanations for him in your head. Heâll reach out eventually, and when he does, you trust heâll give you all the answers you need.Â
But for now, you shake your head.Â
âWhat is wrong with that boy?â Millie huffs, leaning back in her chair. âI was hopinâ heâd make up for his lack of calls with a beautiful handwritten letter confessinâ his love, but good lord.â
âHe already told me he loves me.â
The magazine drops onto her lap. Her jaw practically unhinges. âHow are you just tellinâ me this now?â she asks. âWhat did you say?â
Running your fingers through your hair, you close your magazine and shove it aside. âHe didnât let me say anything,â you tell her, relief washing over you at finally letting it out. âIt was over the phone as they were leaving, and he hung up before I could get two words in.â
Millie sighs. âOh, Honey.â She sits up and scoots the chair as close to the counter as possible so she can easier wrap your hand in hers.Â
âYou knowââ she begins, but then pauses as she rethinks, âOr, well, maybe you donât knowâbut you should know Jake doesnât throw that word around lightly. I havenât known him as long as the others, but I do know that you were a total game-changer. He told all of us that from the moment he saw you he was a goner.â
Heat floods your cheeks at hearing the words he once told you. Youâve believed him to be genuine for a long time, but itâs incredibly fulfilling to know he felt strongly enough to tell his friends before you were willing to consider your own feelings for him.
Being honest with yourself, you werenât in the same place the first time you saw Jake. You thought he was beautiful and magnetic, and being that beautiful and magnetic, you were convinced he was going to be just as troublesome. There was no room in your mind to consider yourself a goner. Your shields were unbreakable. But now, when you replay the last few months of your lifeâreplay the first time you really took him in, the first time his fingers touched yoursâyou can acknowledge that in choosing to stay here, the feelings youâve developed for him were inevitable. Goner for gonerâit just took you a moment to catch up.
Millie grins at the red tinge you canât conceal. âHeâs been Mr. Game Changer himself, hmm?â
Shooting her a look before playfully rolling your eyes, you say, âDonât tease me about things you already know, Millie.â
âThe next time he calls, do you want me to tell Bradley to knock some sense back into that pretty, blond head?â
You chuckle. âNo, itâs ok,â you say. âJake was patient with me. Itâs my turn to be patient with him. Heâll come through.â
âIâm sure it'll be soon. For you, heâdââ Millieâs eyes flick just past your head. âOh, fuck no,â she mutters as the storeâs door swings open and closes from behind you. âWe donât accept trash here. Please take yourself out,â Millie sasses, making you turn in your chair.Â
Brit doesnât acknowledge the tiny redhead. Her dark eyes are darts, so focused on you she hardly blinks. For some reason, though, you donât sense the animosity you did the last time she brought herself around.Â
âItâs been a while,â she says to you.
Millie scoffs. âNot long enough.â
As much as you want to, you donât feed into your friendâs comments. Defending you is appreciated, but you have a feeling that poking at the blonde will delay her departure, and Brit doesnât need to be in your life and space any longer than you desire to be in hers.Â
âWhat can I do for you?â you ask.
âI came here to say something.â
âWe donât have a good track record there.â
With arms crossed, Brit rolls her eyes. âRight, wellâŠI was pissed.â
Your eyes move to Millie. The fire within her is too powerful to die out against the challenge before her, and youâre positive the two could go on for hours if you let them, neither willing to back down. But you want Brit to get on with it. Surely she knows after her last failure that sheâs unable to affect you or Jake and the plans you have with one another, all of which do not include her. So what else is there for her to bother you with?
âMillie, itâs ok,â you say, snapping the tense band of their stare-off.
Her face softens when she looks at you. Words donât have to be exchanged for her to understand what youâre asking of her. She stands and walks to Brit with a pointed finger. âIâm gonna be watchinâ you through the window like a stalker the entire time.â
After stepping outside, she immediately turns to face the window, just as promised.Â
You stand as well and brace yourself against the wall, keeping the barrier of the counter between you. âIâd love to get this over with, so what do you want to say?â
Brit takes her time, running her fingernail over the packets of gum in their display before she decides to take a seat in the vacant chair. With her legs crossed, her hands clasp in her lap. âI donât know if you are aware, but Jake dropped by for a nice little visit a couple of days before he left,â she shares with you. Then she sighs as if bored. âHe said some things. A lot of things. Bared his soul and all that shit. It was rather dramatic.âÂ
While shocked, you suppose you donât need a million guesses to figure out why he would go to her before leaving you. He expressed his concerns weeks ago, and no matter how fiercely you tried to reassure him, you couldnât snuff it out completely. You could always see it in his eyesâa dimmed but persistent flickering of worry.Â
Brit yanks you from your thoughts. âYouâre not ever going to let him go, are you,â she says.Â
âNo.â
âYeaâŠâ She runs her tongue over her teeth, making that squelching sound you had hoped to never hear again. âHeâs not going to let you go, either. He made that clear.â
You get that feeling againâthat deep fulfillment from being with Jake. You couldâve lived your whole life and the adventures that come with itâfrom marriage to children to grandchildren, if that is what you and Jake chooseâcompletely unaware of him working behind the scenes to protect and defend and love you.Â
It seems silly to not have realized before, but youâre so new to this kind of love that inexperience has you approaching it in a fairly straightforward manner. You donât hide your emotions or actions from Jake anymore. Youâre sad, you cry, he comforts you. Youâre mad, you yell, he calms you. Youâre happy, you smile, and he smiles right with you. And youâve done the same for him. Open and honest and, as you once agreed, hearts bare.Â
You would do anything for Jake, and he for you, but you never considered that his affection extended past what you see. Not because it shouldnât; thatâs what love is, you know that. But the love of your past was hollow, very out of sight out of mind on their end; a disconnection that those men used to boost their egos by making fun of you to their friends or flirting with other women when you werenât around.Â
Unless taught differently, a person only knows what they've known. So the idea of Jake going above and beyond in that way simply never crossed your mind.Â
âAt first, I hated him for it,â Brit says, suspiciously even-toned. âShowing up at my door, desperately trying to appeal to god knows what while he repeatedly reminds me that he wonât be with me because heâs in love with you. I mean, can you believe the fucking audacity of a man to do that to a woman?â
You can, because you know hurt and embarrassment inside and out, and up and down. Without the context of their situationâwere it any other man spouting off to any other womanâyou could find it in yourself to feel sympathy as easily as you find your next breath. But Brit deserves the treatment sheâs describing; not for the sake of cruelly getting even after the harassment she doled out, but because she needs to hear the truth of the matter from Jakeâs lips. Sheâs in the wrong, what she has done is unacceptable, and perhaps most importantly: you are not the reason Jake doesnât want to be with her. Whether she eventually accepts that truth or not is another thing entirely.Â
âIâve spent these weeks hating him more than I thought possible,â she says.
You shake your head. âBrit, I donât understand where this is going, and to be honest, Iâmââ
âYou once asked me if I was tired,â she interrupts you, her tone raising to overlap yours. It succeeds in silencing you. âWell, Iâm tired.âÂ
If you could find your voice, you donât know what you would do with it. When she cornered you in the Hard Deckâs bathroom with a plethora of insults and threats, you shot back at her with few words and a final question. But considering her lack of self-reflection, it wasnât a question you imagined she might one day reassess.Â
Brit rises and straightens out her top. She gives you one final look. âSo, now you know.â
Then she exits the store and disappears around the other side of the building where the sidewalk meets the street.Â
âWhat the actual fuck was that about?â Millie asks, returning to your side.
Youâre still staring at the spot where she vanished. âIâll believe it when I see it,â you start, then swallow, âBut I think sheâs done with us.â
â
You love all of the things that still smell like Jake. The sheets, the pillow, the interior of his truck, the kitchen because thatâs the first place heâd go after putting cologne on in the morning. He lingers everywhere, and when you close your eyes, you can trick yourself into believing heâs right beside you. But after a while of sitting around the scent with your eyes closed, the illusion dissipates. If Jake was actually near you, only so much time would pass before heâd begin touching and kissing and whispering sweet things in your ear.Â
âYou know I canât help myself,â heâd say. And without him here, you canât convince the scene to play out.
Itâs like a bad dream that doesnât lose its power over you even after you wake. Itâs still in your brain, in the race of your heart, in the heavy gasps from your lungs. Dreams you often have that, even when sweet and beautiful, arenât. If theyâre not full of horrible images that leave you shaking in bed, theyâre reminders of good times with Jake, and itâs the good times that ache the most when theyâre over.
Tonight, though, itâs not the dreams that shoot you awake. Itâs the ring of your phone from an unknown number.Â
When Jake first left, every unknown number that popped up on your screen jolted an electric shock through your body. But after so many telemarketers and automated calls from the apartment building updating you on temporary changes to office hours, you stopped expecting anything else.Â
Grabbing your phone, you slam the tip of your finger onto the little green circle and lift it to your ear. âSeriously, calling in the middle of the night is so messed up! I told you to take me off your list!â
âWhat list?â
Your eyes widen, and every scrap of half-asleep grumpiness falls away at the sound of his voice. âJ-Jake?â
âHey, beautifulâŠâ
He sounds as tired as you are, but you can practically feel the smile on his face. Youâre sure itâs a weak smile, all he can muster due to the exhaustion, but itâs there and itâs for you.Â
Your vision blurs and you blink and fat droplets soak into his comforter. You rub your thumb over the damp circles. âI should slap you,â you say, your nose already becoming stuffy from your tears.Â
âOh, you should do much worse than that,â he replies. You lightly chuckle, so he lightly chuckles, then silence holds until he sighs. âIâm so sorry. I miss you so damn much.â
âSo much you didnât want to call before now? It's been a long time, Jake.â
âI did want to call,â he tells you. âAnd I could haveâI should haveâbut I justâŠI freaked out a bit.â
âWhy?â
Jake sighs again, and he mustâve pulled the phone away from his face because thereâs a muttering so faint you can barely hear it. But then loudly and clearly, he says, âBecause I fucked up, beautiful, and Iâm embarrassed. You deserved better.â
Your mouth goes dry.Â
Fucked up. Fucked. Up.Â
Before you can stop yourself, you catch a glimpse of what the next few moments could turn your life into.Â
Fucked up. Slept with someone. Sorry. Thought I loved you. Not your fault. You can stay at the apartment until I get back.Â
Pain, and heartbreak, and tears fatter than the ones youâre currently shedding. Lost trust that will never be found for anyone else. No more confidence. No more self-love. No more vulnerability.Â
Twelfth new place.Â
But then he says, âThatâs not how I should have told you I love you.â
One sentence. A snap of the fingers and every invading thought is shoved out of your head. You breathe. Shake your head. Swipe your fingers across your cheek to wipe away the first tear brought on by what you thought was about to break your heart.Â
âItâs not how I wanted to do it,â he continues. âI was going to tell you so many times in the week before I left, but I didnât know how you were going to react. Then I thought Iâd say it at the dock, but Rooster was next to me and Millie was next to you, and no way in hell was I going to have them there the first time I said that to you.
âBefore I knew it, we were on the ship and it hit me that I ran out of chances. But I couldnât go without you knowing, so I didnât think, I just did it,â he says. âI didnât realize how fucking lame it was until the next day. I mean, Rooster told Millie on a damn ferris wheel, and BobâŠâ There's a pause. âActually, I shouldn't tell you what Bob did for his girl; it shames us all.â
Finally, he takes a breath. âAnyway, after we were gone, whenever I wanted to call you I froze up because I had no idea what you would say and how you would feel. The thought of you being disappointed with me or with something I didââ
âJakeââ
âEspecially something like thisâit makes meââ
âJake, I don't care that you told me over the phone,â you manage to slip in between his words.Â
âY-You donât?â
âNo, of course not,â you snicker, running the back of your hand under your nose to clear away any snot. âWhat I care about is that you didn't let me respond,â you tell him. âI care that the only way I've known you're safe has been through Millie.â
This time, Jakeâs sigh sounds different; one more of relief than anything. Minutes of talking has anxiety lifting off of both of your shoulders by the pounds. Jake is okay, Jake is safe, Jake still loves you. Youâre okay, youâre safe, youâre not so disappointed in him that you didnât hang up the second you heard his voice.Â
âBeautiful, if I could kick myself I would.â
âIâm sure you could ask one of the others to do it.â
âAnyone in particular youâd prefer to do the honors?â
You hum. âJavy never skips leg day. Iâm sure heâs got a strong swing.â
Jake laughs loud enough for you to jerk your ear away from the speaker. âIâll surprise him with the good news in the morning,â he says.
Thereâs a handful of things you could say in response. Cute things. Witty things. Sassy things, like requesting pictures of said kick in the ass as proof. But you donât say those things. While youâd love to continue on the lighter path of conversation, you have more questions.
âWhy didnât you let me respond?â you ask.Â
Itâs amazing that you canât see him yet you can feel his shift in attitude. As if in slow motion, you picture each phase of the bright smile disintegrating off his face.
Jake clears his throat. âYou want the selfish or the less selfish reason first?â
âIn that order is fine.â
âOk. Selfishly, I didnât want to hear you say you donât love me,â he says. âBut that wasnât my first thought. My first thought was that I just needed you to know. I didnât care if you loved me too, I cared that you knew you were loved.Â
âIt was after it was out of my mouth that I realized you might feel pressured to give me a response, which I also didnât want for you. Then the selfish part came into play because what if you responded with anything other than that you love me too? Would it have made me stop loving you? No. But it wouldâve hurtâŠbadly.â
âYou honestly think that I donât?â
âI donât know, beautiful.â
You can see his weak smile again, and you can picture how this conversation would go if he were in front of you rather than a thousand miles away. With that smile, heâd hold your hand and brush your hair behind your ear. Heâd smooth your tears back into your cheeks with his thumb because heâd hate that theyâre there before he pulls you into him to kiss you.Â
âYouâve been through so much,â he says. âI donât expect you to be in love with me, but that doesnât mean it wouldn't hurt to hear you confirm it.â
You cry a little harder for the tears that shouldnât be shedding; for the uncertainty heâs been feeling; for the questions youâve been asking yourself over the last couple of months. All unnecessary. All of which couldâve been solved had he given you a chance to respond or called you at his first opportunity.Â
You empathize with why he didnât. Jake may be a man who doesnât throw the âloveâ word around often, but youâre a woman who has refused to throw it out at all. You protect yourself that way. You maintain some semblance of power by never speaking it aloud to someone who would not reciprocate. You understand what it means to tell someone you love them when youâve lost those you love, and youâve refused to do it for that purpose. Itâs a risk of facing more loss.
But itâs a risk Jake took that would have instantly proved worth it. You only wish he could have known that at the time.
âJake, Iââ
âPlease donât,â he stops you. âI donât want you to say anything until I get back. Either way, I mean. If you feel how I do, or, you knowâŠif you donât. Iâd rather not know until Iâm with you again.â
âYou would rather wait months to know how I feel?â
âWell, thatâs the thing, beautiful,â he says. âWe might be coming home sooner than expected.â