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kiss me more - jhs
pairing -Â Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x female reader
précis - based on this
content/warnings -Â mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk, mentions of a hangover, fluff,
word count -Â 671
You're always excited to see Jake when the two of you have been apart.
But add the margaritas you've consumed during girl's night and the fact that you haven't seen him all day or evening, and your excitement is increased by a tenfold.
Tamara's husband is the one taking you all home tonight, not that that stopped Jake from offering--multiple times.
Unbeknownst to you, Jake's been preparing for your arrival all night. Your pajamas are folded nicely on your side of the bed, water bottle full of ice and water, and a bottle of Aspirin sitting on your nightstand.
He likes doing things to take care of you, but he also misses you. Ever since the two of you moved in together, the long days at work feel ever longer, and the nights you don't spend together last an eternity.
When the car stops, you're pushing at your seatbelt and yanking at the door handle before anyone can get out to help you.
"I'm fine!" You whine, when you feel a hand around your waist.
"Hush." Natasha laughs, dragging you up the lawn. "Let's get you safely inside so you can see lover boy."
You cheer, speeding up the last few steps to the door, almost causing Natasha to trip.
"Easy tiger," She chuckles. The second the door opens, you're flinging your body through the threshold and onto Jake.
"Jake!" You coo against his neck. One hand gently rests against the back of your head, the other one on your lower back, pulling you closer.
"Hi baby doll," He presses a kiss to your forehead. You're squirming in his grasp, trying to get closer.
He meets Natasha's eye over your shoulder, giving her a knowing look.
"Thanks Tash." He smiles. "I'll see you on Monday."
Once she leaves, Jake locks the door before gathering you into his arms.Â
"C'mere baby, you wanna go upstairs?"Â
"You nod against his neck."
"I've got your stuff upstairs and some snacks too."
"Thank you, Jakey."
He sits you down carefully on the bed before crouching down to take off your shoes.
When he sits up, you're on him again, arms slung around his neck.
"Thank you, thank you." You coo, peppering his face and neck with kisses.
"You're so cute!" You whine, smacking your lips to his cheekbone. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too, baby." He smiles, seemingly unaware to all the lipstick you're stamping onto his skin.
In typical hangover fashion, you awake to a pounding head and uneasy stomach.
You're groaning loudly, loud enough to wake Jake if he wasn't already up. He'd already gotten up, showered, and went out to your favorite coffee shop to grab drinks.
"How ya feelin' champ?" You can hear the amusement in his voice and you frown.
"Not good."
He chuckles. âYeah I figured.â He sets your coffee and a brown paper bag on your nightstand, right behind the bottle of pain-killers.Â
âThank you.â You say pathetically.Â
âYouâre cute when youâre drunk, ya know that?â He wonders, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. âAnd when youâre hungoverâŠand sober.â
âStop!â You whine. âYouâre not allowed to be this cute when I feel like shit.â
âSorry darlin'.â
You crack an eye open to look at him, before making grabby hands at him. He carefully slides on top of you, the pressure of his body warm and comforting on yours.
Youâre fussing with his face and hair, when you notice a smear of red lipstick on his neck.Â
âWhatâs that?â You wonder, thumbing at the stain.
His face blooms almost as red as the shade swatched on his neck. âShoot, I mustâve missed a spot.â
âFrom what?â
âWhy donât you get your phone, sweet girl?â He runs a hand over the back of your head.Â
Brows furrowing, you open your phone, clicking on your most recently used app.Â
A plethora of selfies fills your screen, your lips pouted, face squished against Jakeâs, who has red lipstick marks all over his skin.
âWhoops.â
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kiss me more - jhs
pairing -Â Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x female reader
précis - based on this
content/warnings -Â mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk, mentions of a hangover, fluff,
word count -Â 671
You're always excited to see Jake when the two of you have been apart.
But add the margaritas you've consumed during girl's night and the fact that you haven't seen him all day or evening, and your excitement is increased by a tenfold.
Tamara's husband is the one taking you all home tonight, not that that stopped Jake from offering--multiple times.
Unbeknownst to you, Jake's been preparing for your arrival all night. Your pajamas are folded nicely on your side of the bed, water bottle full of ice and water, and a bottle of Aspirin sitting on your nightstand.
He likes doing things to take care of you, but he also misses you. Ever since the two of you moved in together, the long days at work feel ever longer, and the nights you don't spend together last an eternity.
When the car stops, you're pushing at your seatbelt and yanking at the door handle before anyone can get out to help you.
"I'm fine!" You whine, when you feel a hand around your waist.
"Hush." Natasha laughs, dragging you up the lawn. "Let's get you safely inside so you can see lover boy."
You cheer, speeding up the last few steps to the door, almost causing Natasha to trip.
"Easy tiger," She chuckles. The second the door opens, you're flinging your body through the threshold and onto Jake.
"Jake!" You coo against his neck. One hand gently rests against the back of your head, the other one on your lower back, pulling you closer.
"Hi baby doll," He presses a kiss to your forehead. You're squirming in his grasp, trying to get closer.
He meets Natasha's eye over your shoulder, giving her a knowing look.
"Thanks Tash." He smiles. "I'll see you on Monday."
Once she leaves, Jake locks the door before gathering you into his arms.Â
"C'mere baby, you wanna go upstairs?"Â
"You nod against his neck."
"I've got your stuff upstairs and some snacks too."
"Thank you, Jakey."
He sits you down carefully on the bed before crouching down to take off your shoes.
When he sits up, you're on him again, arms slung around his neck.
"Thank you, thank you." You coo, peppering his face and neck with kisses.
"You're so cute!" You whine, smacking your lips to his cheekbone. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too, baby." He smiles, seemingly unaware to all the lipstick you're stamping onto his skin.
In typical hangover fashion, you awake to a pounding head and uneasy stomach.
You're groaning loudly, loud enough to wake Jake if he wasn't already up. He'd already gotten up, showered, and went out to your favorite coffee shop to grab drinks.
"How ya feelin' champ?" You can hear the amusement in his voice and you frown.
"Not good."
He chuckles. âYeah I figured.â He sets your coffee and a brown paper bag on your nightstand, right behind the bottle of pain-killers.Â
âThank you.â You say pathetically.Â
âYouâre cute when youâre drunk, ya know that?â He wonders, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. âAnd when youâre hungoverâŠand sober.â
âStop!â You whine. âYouâre not allowed to be this cute when I feel like shit.â
âSorry darlin'.â
You crack an eye open to look at him, before making grabby hands at him. He carefully slides on top of you, the pressure of his body warm and comforting on yours.
Youâre fussing with his face and hair, when you notice a smear of red lipstick on his neck.Â
âWhatâs that?â You wonder, thumbing at the stain.
His face blooms almost as red as the shade swatched on his neck. âShoot, I mustâve missed a spot.â
âFrom what?â
âWhy donât you get your phone, sweet girl?â He runs a hand over the back of your head.Â
Brows furrowing, you open your phone, clicking on your most recently used app.Â
A plethora of selfies fills your screen, your lips pouted, face squished against Jakeâs, who has red lipstick marks all over his skin.
âWhoops.â
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kiss me more - jhs
pairing -Â Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x female reader
précis - based on this
content/warnings -Â mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk, mentions of a hangover, fluff,
word count -Â 671
You're always excited to see Jake when the two of you have been apart.
But add the margaritas you've consumed during girl's night and the fact that you haven't seen him all day or evening, and your excitement is increased by a tenfold.
Tamara's husband is the one taking you all home tonight, not that that stopped Jake from offering--multiple times.
Unbeknownst to you, Jake's been preparing for your arrival all night. Your pajamas are folded nicely on your side of the bed, water bottle full of ice and water, and a bottle of Aspirin sitting on your nightstand.
He likes doing things to take care of you, but he also misses you. Ever since the two of you moved in together, the long days at work feel ever longer, and the nights you don't spend together last an eternity.
When the car stops, you're pushing at your seatbelt and yanking at the door handle before anyone can get out to help you.
"I'm fine!" You whine, when you feel a hand around your waist.
"Hush." Natasha laughs, dragging you up the lawn. "Let's get you safely inside so you can see lover boy."
You cheer, speeding up the last few steps to the door, almost causing Natasha to trip.
"Easy tiger," She chuckles. The second the door opens, you're flinging your body through the threshold and onto Jake.
"Jake!" You coo against his neck. One hand gently rests against the back of your head, the other one on your lower back, pulling you closer.
"Hi baby doll," He presses a kiss to your forehead. You're squirming in his grasp, trying to get closer.
He meets Natasha's eye over your shoulder, giving her a knowing look.
"Thanks Tash." He smiles. "I'll see you on Monday."
Once she leaves, Jake locks the door before gathering you into his arms.Â
"C'mere baby, you wanna go upstairs?"Â
"You nod against his neck."
"I've got your stuff upstairs and some snacks too."
"Thank you, Jakey."
He sits you down carefully on the bed before crouching down to take off your shoes.
When he sits up, you're on him again, arms slung around his neck.
"Thank you, thank you." You coo, peppering his face and neck with kisses.
"You're so cute!" You whine, smacking your lips to his cheekbone. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too, baby." He smiles, seemingly unaware to all the lipstick you're stamping onto his skin.
In typical hangover fashion, you awake to a pounding head and uneasy stomach.
You're groaning loudly, loud enough to wake Jake if he wasn't already up. He'd already gotten up, showered, and went out to your favorite coffee shop to grab drinks.
"How ya feelin' champ?" You can hear the amusement in his voice and you frown.
"Not good."
He chuckles. âYeah I figured.â He sets your coffee and a brown paper bag on your nightstand, right behind the bottle of pain-killers.Â
âThank you.â You say pathetically.Â
âYouâre cute when youâre drunk, ya know that?â He wonders, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. âAnd when youâre hungoverâŠand sober.â
âStop!â You whine. âYouâre not allowed to be this cute when I feel like shit.â
âSorry darlin'.â
You crack an eye open to look at him, before making grabby hands at him. He carefully slides on top of you, the pressure of his body warm and comforting on yours.
Youâre fussing with his face and hair, when you notice a smear of red lipstick on his neck.Â
âWhatâs that?â You wonder, thumbing at the stain.
His face blooms almost as red as the shade swatched on his neck. âShoot, I mustâve missed a spot.â
âFrom what?â
âWhy donât you get your phone, sweet girl?â He runs a hand over the back of your head.Â
Brows furrowing, you open your phone, clicking on your most recently used app.Â
A plethora of selfies fills your screen, your lips pouted, face squished against Jakeâs, who has red lipstick marks all over his skin.
âWhoops.â
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kiss me more - jhs
pairing -Â Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x female reader
précis - based on this
content/warnings -Â mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk, mentions of a hangover, fluff,
word count -Â 671
You're always excited to see Jake when the two of you have been apart.
But add the margaritas you've consumed during girl's night and the fact that you haven't seen him all day or evening, and your excitement is increased by a tenfold.
Tamara's husband is the one taking you all home tonight, not that that stopped Jake from offering--multiple times.
Unbeknownst to you, Jake's been preparing for your arrival all night. Your pajamas are folded nicely on your side of the bed, water bottle full of ice and water, and a bottle of Aspirin sitting on your nightstand.
He likes doing things to take care of you, but he also misses you. Ever since the two of you moved in together, the long days at work feel ever longer, and the nights you don't spend together last an eternity.
When the car stops, you're pushing at your seatbelt and yanking at the door handle before anyone can get out to help you.
"I'm fine!" You whine, when you feel a hand around your waist.
"Hush." Natasha laughs, dragging you up the lawn. "Let's get you safely inside so you can see lover boy."
You cheer, speeding up the last few steps to the door, almost causing Natasha to trip.
"Easy tiger," She chuckles. The second the door opens, you're flinging your body through the threshold and onto Jake.
"Jake!" You coo against his neck. One hand gently rests against the back of your head, the other one on your lower back, pulling you closer.
"Hi baby doll," He presses a kiss to your forehead. You're squirming in his grasp, trying to get closer.
He meets Natasha's eye over your shoulder, giving her a knowing look.
"Thanks Tash." He smiles. "I'll see you on Monday."
Once she leaves, Jake locks the door before gathering you into his arms.Â
"C'mere baby, you wanna go upstairs?"Â
"You nod against his neck."
"I've got your stuff upstairs and some snacks too."
"Thank you, Jakey."
He sits you down carefully on the bed before crouching down to take off your shoes.
When he sits up, you're on him again, arms slung around his neck.
"Thank you, thank you." You coo, peppering his face and neck with kisses.
"You're so cute!" You whine, smacking your lips to his cheekbone. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too, baby." He smiles, seemingly unaware to all the lipstick you're stamping onto his skin.
In typical hangover fashion, you awake to a pounding head and uneasy stomach.
You're groaning loudly, loud enough to wake Jake if he wasn't already up. He'd already gotten up, showered, and went out to your favorite coffee shop to grab drinks.
"How ya feelin' champ?" You can hear the amusement in his voice and you frown.
"Not good."
He chuckles. âYeah I figured.â He sets your coffee and a brown paper bag on your nightstand, right behind the bottle of pain-killers.Â
âThank you.â You say pathetically.Â
âYouâre cute when youâre drunk, ya know that?â He wonders, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. âAnd when youâre hungoverâŠand sober.â
âStop!â You whine. âYouâre not allowed to be this cute when I feel like shit.â
âSorry darlin'.â
You crack an eye open to look at him, before making grabby hands at him. He carefully slides on top of you, the pressure of his body warm and comforting on yours.
Youâre fussing with his face and hair, when you notice a smear of red lipstick on his neck.Â
âWhatâs that?â You wonder, thumbing at the stain.
His face blooms almost as red as the shade swatched on his neck. âShoot, I mustâve missed a spot.â
âFrom what?â
âWhy donât you get your phone, sweet girl?â He runs a hand over the back of your head.Â
Brows furrowing, you open your phone, clicking on your most recently used app.Â
A plethora of selfies fills your screen, your lips pouted, face squished against Jakeâs, who has red lipstick marks all over his skin.
âWhoops.â
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kiss me more - jhs
pairing -Â Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x female reader
précis - based on this
content/warnings -Â mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk, mentions of a hangover, fluff,
word count -Â 671
You're always excited to see Jake when the two of you have been apart.
But add the margaritas you've consumed during girl's night and the fact that you haven't seen him all day or evening, and your excitement is increased by a tenfold.
Tamara's husband is the one taking you all home tonight, not that that stopped Jake from offering--multiple times.
Unbeknownst to you, Jake's been preparing for your arrival all night. Your pajamas are folded nicely on your side of the bed, water bottle full of ice and water, and a bottle of Aspirin sitting on your nightstand.
He likes doing things to take care of you, but he also misses you. Ever since the two of you moved in together, the long days at work feel ever longer, and the nights you don't spend together last an eternity.
When the car stops, you're pushing at your seatbelt and yanking at the door handle before anyone can get out to help you.
"I'm fine!" You whine, when you feel a hand around your waist.
"Hush." Natasha laughs, dragging you up the lawn. "Let's get you safely inside so you can see lover boy."
You cheer, speeding up the last few steps to the door, almost causing Natasha to trip.
"Easy tiger," She chuckles. The second the door opens, you're flinging your body through the threshold and onto Jake.
"Jake!" You coo against his neck. One hand gently rests against the back of your head, the other one on your lower back, pulling you closer.
"Hi baby doll," He presses a kiss to your forehead. You're squirming in his grasp, trying to get closer.
He meets Natasha's eye over your shoulder, giving her a knowing look.
"Thanks Tash." He smiles. "I'll see you on Monday."
Once she leaves, Jake locks the door before gathering you into his arms.Â
"C'mere baby, you wanna go upstairs?"Â
"You nod against his neck."
"I've got your stuff upstairs and some snacks too."
"Thank you, Jakey."
He sits you down carefully on the bed before crouching down to take off your shoes.
When he sits up, you're on him again, arms slung around his neck.
"Thank you, thank you." You coo, peppering his face and neck with kisses.
"You're so cute!" You whine, smacking your lips to his cheekbone. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too, baby." He smiles, seemingly unaware to all the lipstick you're stamping onto his skin.
In typical hangover fashion, you awake to a pounding head and uneasy stomach.
You're groaning loudly, loud enough to wake Jake if he wasn't already up. He'd already gotten up, showered, and went out to your favorite coffee shop to grab drinks.
"How ya feelin' champ?" You can hear the amusement in his voice and you frown.
"Not good."
He chuckles. âYeah I figured.â He sets your coffee and a brown paper bag on your nightstand, right behind the bottle of pain-killers.Â
âThank you.â You say pathetically.Â
âYouâre cute when youâre drunk, ya know that?â He wonders, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. âAnd when youâre hungoverâŠand sober.â
âStop!â You whine. âYouâre not allowed to be this cute when I feel like shit.â
âSorry darlin'.â
You crack an eye open to look at him, before making grabby hands at him. He carefully slides on top of you, the pressure of his body warm and comforting on yours.
Youâre fussing with his face and hair, when you notice a smear of red lipstick on his neck.Â
âWhatâs that?â You wonder, thumbing at the stain.
His face blooms almost as red as the shade swatched on his neck. âShoot, I mustâve missed a spot.â
âFrom what?â
âWhy donât you get your phone, sweet girl?â He runs a hand over the back of your head.Â
Brows furrowing, you open your phone, clicking on your most recently used app.Â
A plethora of selfies fills your screen, your lips pouted, face squished against Jakeâs, who has red lipstick marks all over his skin.
âWhoops.â
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kiss me more - jhs
pairing -Â Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x female reader
précis - based on this
content/warnings -Â mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk, mentions of a hangover, fluff,
word count -Â 671
You're always excited to see Jake when the two of you have been apart.
But add the margaritas you've consumed during girl's night and the fact that you haven't seen him all day or evening, and your excitement is increased by a tenfold.
Tamara's husband is the one taking you all home tonight, not that that stopped Jake from offering--multiple times.
Unbeknownst to you, Jake's been preparing for your arrival all night. Your pajamas are folded nicely on your side of the bed, water bottle full of ice and water, and a bottle of Aspirin sitting on your nightstand.
He likes doing things to take care of you, but he also misses you. Ever since the two of you moved in together, the long days at work feel ever longer, and the nights you don't spend together last an eternity.
When the car stops, you're pushing at your seatbelt and yanking at the door handle before anyone can get out to help you.
"I'm fine!" You whine, when you feel a hand around your waist.
"Hush." Natasha laughs, dragging you up the lawn. "Let's get you safely inside so you can see lover boy."
You cheer, speeding up the last few steps to the door, almost causing Natasha to trip.
"Easy tiger," She chuckles. The second the door opens, you're flinging your body through the threshold and onto Jake.
"Jake!" You coo against his neck. One hand gently rests against the back of your head, the other one on your lower back, pulling you closer.
"Hi baby doll," He presses a kiss to your forehead. You're squirming in his grasp, trying to get closer.
He meets Natasha's eye over your shoulder, giving her a knowing look.
"Thanks Tash." He smiles. "I'll see you on Monday."
Once she leaves, Jake locks the door before gathering you into his arms.Â
"C'mere baby, you wanna go upstairs?"Â
"You nod against his neck."
"I've got your stuff upstairs and some snacks too."
"Thank you, Jakey."
He sits you down carefully on the bed before crouching down to take off your shoes.
When he sits up, you're on him again, arms slung around his neck.
"Thank you, thank you." You coo, peppering his face and neck with kisses.
"You're so cute!" You whine, smacking your lips to his cheekbone. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too, baby." He smiles, seemingly unaware to all the lipstick you're stamping onto his skin.
In typical hangover fashion, you awake to a pounding head and uneasy stomach.
You're groaning loudly, loud enough to wake Jake if he wasn't already up. He'd already gotten up, showered, and went out to your favorite coffee shop to grab drinks.
"How ya feelin' champ?" You can hear the amusement in his voice and you frown.
"Not good."
He chuckles. âYeah I figured.â He sets your coffee and a brown paper bag on your nightstand, right behind the bottle of pain-killers.Â
âThank you.â You say pathetically.Â
âYouâre cute when youâre drunk, ya know that?â He wonders, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. âAnd when youâre hungoverâŠand sober.â
âStop!â You whine. âYouâre not allowed to be this cute when I feel like shit.â
âSorry darlin'.â
You crack an eye open to look at him, before making grabby hands at him. He carefully slides on top of you, the pressure of his body warm and comforting on yours.
Youâre fussing with his face and hair, when you notice a smear of red lipstick on his neck.Â
âWhatâs that?â You wonder, thumbing at the stain.
His face blooms almost as red as the shade swatched on his neck. âShoot, I mustâve missed a spot.â
âFrom what?â
âWhy donât you get your phone, sweet girl?â He runs a hand over the back of your head.Â
Brows furrowing, you open your phone, clicking on your most recently used app.Â
A plethora of selfies fills your screen, your lips pouted, face squished against Jakeâs, who has red lipstick marks all over his skin.
âWhoops.â
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reasons for there to be only one bed ËËË ê° đ ê±
Âč⟠theyâre undercover as a married couple, and as such need to act like one
ÂČ⟠thereâs technically two beds available, but itâs freezing cold and everybody knows body heat works best
ÂłâŸ itâs a camping trip, and one characterâs forgotten their sleeping bag
âŽâŸ a character goes to their friendâs house after an emotional upheaval in search of comfort, and ends up staying the night - but refuses to kick the homeowner out of their own bed, resulting in the two of them sharing it
â”⟠in a roommate scenario, one characterâs bedroom has been rendered unusable - and with the couch being unsustainable in the long run, they proffer sharing the one remaining bed as a solution
â¶âŸ there are two beds, but only one blanket
â·âŸ a characterâs taken ill, and the other party worries too much to leave them alone for even a minute
âžâŸ in a fit of anger after a mission gone wrong, both characters sleep in the only available bed because no one was chivalrous to offer to take the floor
âč⟠a characterâs had a nightmare, and needs company to feel safe enough to go back to sleep
Âčâ°âŸ the weather takes a tumultuous turn, meaning a late night hangout has to turn into a sleepover when a character gets stranded there for the night
ÂčÂč⟠itâs a late night at work and when they both grow too tired to continue on, the only option is the lone office couch
ÂčÂČ⟠a threatâs been made against one/all character(s) involved, and so under the guise of safety in numbers itâs deemed safest if they stay together - everywhere
ÂčÂłâŸ one character joins the other for a late-night conversation, and ends up getting comfortable in their bed next to them - evidently too comfortable, as the char in bed falls asleep on the visitor and effectively traps them there
ÂčâŽâŸ thereâs no bed in the shoddy refuge theyâve found after things went sideways, so when it comes time to sleep the only real choice is to stay close together
and, of course,
Âčâ”⟠itâs the last room available at the hotel after a long trip
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the roommate predicament my roman empire!!!! my comfort series!!!!!! đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»
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but i'm in so deep - jhs
I pairing: college jake âhangmanâ seresin x female reader
I précis: nap time!
I content/warnings:Â college au, roommates to lovers (that havenât gotten past the roommates stage yet), mentions of food, mentions of eating
I word count:Â 379
I a/n: another installment of the roommate predicament :)
You don't think you can physically do anything else. Your study group session ran long after a day of classes, and no one had made you stay but you were just as confused about the material as everyone else was.
You trudge through the front door of the apartment, dropping your bag immediately and sighing heavily.
"Jake?!" You call, slipping your shoes off and kicking them somewhere out of your sight.
"In here darlin'!" He calls from the kitchen.
He's on his laptop at the island, a textbook and notebook spread out in front of him.
"How was study group?"Â
"Long." You sigh again, flopping down on the chair next to him.Â
He frowns sympathetically, pushing a bowl of popcorn over to you. "You want some?"
"Sure, thanks Jake." You smile before grabbing a handful. You sit with him for a while, chin propped in your hand, before your eyes start fluttering closed.
"Shit," Jake hisses, palm coming out to stop your forehead from hitting the marble counter.
"Sorry was just resting m'eyes." You mumble groggily. You're about to crash again when Jake holds out both hands.
"You're so tired baby," He coos affectionately. The term of endearment falling from his lips with ease. It's not one he's ever used before not platonic enough in his opinion, but you don't seem to notice, too tired to notice much of anything.
"I was gonna take a nap anyway." He says with an earnest grin. "You wanna join?"
"Hm-mm." You hum.Â
He leads you to his room, not that you haven't been in there countless times.Â
He sheds his hoodie so he's in a t-shirt and shorts now, and he sets his blue-light glasses onto his nightstand.
"C'mere." He coaxes, somewhat nervous now.
You flop into his bed, nuzzled in half against his side and half on top of him.
"M'so tired." You whine sleepily.
"I know." Jake soothes, running a hand down your back. "Go to sleep, it's okay."
You nod, practically smushing your face into his chest.
His heartbeat quickly lulls you to sleep, soft exhales leaving you. Jake sighs and lightly runs his hand down the back of your head.
Once he calms down and feels less flustered, he's also able to drift off into a comfortable sleep.
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but i'm in so deep - jhs
I pairing: college jake âhangmanâ seresin x female reader
I précis: nap time!
I content/warnings:Â college au, roommates to lovers (that havenât gotten past the roommates stage yet), mentions of food, mentions of eating
I word count:Â 379
I a/n: another installment of the roommate predicament :)
You don't think you can physically do anything else. Your study group session ran long after a day of classes, and no one had made you stay but you were just as confused about the material as everyone else was.
You trudge through the front door of the apartment, dropping your bag immediately and sighing heavily.
"Jake?!" You call, slipping your shoes off and kicking them somewhere out of your sight.
"In here darlin'!" He calls from the kitchen.
He's on his laptop at the island, a textbook and notebook spread out in front of him.
"How was study group?"Â
"Long." You sigh again, flopping down on the chair next to him.Â
He frowns sympathetically, pushing a bowl of popcorn over to you. "You want some?"
"Sure, thanks Jake." You smile before grabbing a handful. You sit with him for a while, chin propped in your hand, before your eyes start fluttering closed.
"Shit," Jake hisses, palm coming out to stop your forehead from hitting the marble counter.
"Sorry was just resting m'eyes." You mumble groggily. You're about to crash again when Jake holds out both hands.
"You're so tired baby," He coos affectionately. The term of endearment falling from his lips with ease. It's not one he's ever used before not platonic enough in his opinion, but you don't seem to notice, too tired to notice much of anything.
"I was gonna take a nap anyway." He says with an earnest grin. "You wanna join?"
"Hm-mm." You hum.Â
He leads you to his room, not that you haven't been in there countless times.Â
He sheds his hoodie so he's in a t-shirt and shorts now, and he sets his blue-light glasses onto his nightstand.
"C'mere." He coaxes, somewhat nervous now.
You flop into his bed, nuzzled in half against his side and half on top of him.
"M'so tired." You whine sleepily.
"I know." Jake soothes, running a hand down your back. "Go to sleep, it's okay."
You nod, practically smushing your face into his chest.
His heartbeat quickly lulls you to sleep, soft exhales leaving you. Jake sighs and lightly runs his hand down the back of your head.
Once he calms down and feels less flustered, he's also able to drift off into a comfortable sleep.
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but i'm in so deep - jhs
I pairing: college jake âhangmanâ seresin x female reader
I précis: nap time!
I content/warnings:Â college au, roommates to lovers (that havenât gotten past the roommates stage yet), mentions of food, mentions of eating
I word count:Â 379
I a/n: another installment of the roommate predicament :)
You don't think you can physically do anything else. Your study group session ran long after a day of classes, and no one had made you stay but you were just as confused about the material as everyone else was.
You trudge through the front door of the apartment, dropping your bag immediately and sighing heavily.
"Jake?!" You call, slipping your shoes off and kicking them somewhere out of your sight.
"In here darlin'!" He calls from the kitchen.
He's on his laptop at the island, a textbook and notebook spread out in front of him.
"How was study group?"Â
"Long." You sigh again, flopping down on the chair next to him.Â
He frowns sympathetically, pushing a bowl of popcorn over to you. "You want some?"
"Sure, thanks Jake." You smile before grabbing a handful. You sit with him for a while, chin propped in your hand, before your eyes start fluttering closed.
"Shit," Jake hisses, palm coming out to stop your forehead from hitting the marble counter.
"Sorry was just resting m'eyes." You mumble groggily. You're about to crash again when Jake holds out both hands.
"You're so tired baby," He coos affectionately. The term of endearment falling from his lips with ease. It's not one he's ever used before not platonic enough in his opinion, but you don't seem to notice, too tired to notice much of anything.
"I was gonna take a nap anyway." He says with an earnest grin. "You wanna join?"
"Hm-mm." You hum.Â
He leads you to his room, not that you haven't been in there countless times.Â
He sheds his hoodie so he's in a t-shirt and shorts now, and he sets his blue-light glasses onto his nightstand.
"C'mere." He coaxes, somewhat nervous now.
You flop into his bed, nuzzled in half against his side and half on top of him.
"M'so tired." You whine sleepily.
"I know." Jake soothes, running a hand down your back. "Go to sleep, it's okay."
You nod, practically smushing your face into his chest.
His heartbeat quickly lulls you to sleep, soft exhales leaving you. Jake sighs and lightly runs his hand down the back of your head.
Once he calms down and feels less flustered, he's also able to drift off into a comfortable sleep.
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here with me - tik
pairing -Â college! Tom âIcemanâ Kazansky x female reader
précis - mav makes a bet during the soccer's teams getaway.
content/warnings - language, annoyance towards maverick, fluff
word count -Â 933
a/n - college soccer player ice series
âOkay, you know this is actually really stupid.â You complain, curled up in the backseat of Caroleâs car. âEveryone else wants to sleep together, why canât we?â
âYou know how the guys are,â Ice huffs from the other end of the phone. âTheyâre turning it into a competition.â
âYeah, and whoâs idea was it?â You scoff. âMaverickâs. Heâs single and an asshole, he doesnât have any stake in the game, of course he would propose something like this.â
Something like this being, for your autumn break trip to a cabin, sleeping arrangements are all girls together, and all boys together. Despite the fact, that the trip is made up of some of the soccer team, and their girlfriends. Mav even thought it would be funny to have whoever caves first, buy everyone dinner on the last night.
You sigh loudly, ignoring Caroleâs chuckle from the driverâs seat. Her and Goose finally got their shit together, and theyâve been happily dating since summer.Â
âAnd of course you wonât crack, because you love to win.â You whine pitifully, more to yourself than your boyfriend. âIâll see you when we get there.â
You hang up and shove your phone into your purse, leaning your head against the window, watching a flurry of orange as you pass a multitude of trees.
Not much more time passes before youâre pulling up at the cabin, clearly the last ones there, if the amount of cars shoved into the dirt driveway, is anything to go by.
Ice, Goose, and Slider are quick to come out and help with the bags in the back of Caroleâs trunk.
âHiya honey,â Goose greets, before dipping Carole in a dramatic kiss. You turn to see Ice, and pout, before falling into his arms.
âHey baby,â He murmurs, pressing a kiss at your hairline.Â
âIcey,â You whine. âMissed you.â
âPretty girl.â He coos. âI missed you too.â
Following a week of mid-terms, youâd barely gotten to see your boyfriend. Both of you had stacked schedules with exams and papers, and Ice had a big game right before break began. You were looking forward to a long weekend with him, snuggled into his arms while you sleep, the way you hadnât been able to.Â
His arms squeeze easily around your waist, and he lifts you a bit until you canât help but smile. You fist your hands in the material of his sweatshirt.Â
âWas lookinâ forward to sleeping with you this weekend.â You tell him quietly. âI didnât sleep well last week.â
âI know, me too.â He says, lips at your temple. âIâm sorry angel.â
âNot your fault your friends are stupid.â
He chuckles, squeezing you one more time before setting you down. He grabs your duffel bag and purse, waiting for you to shut your car door, before heading inside.
âCarole and I are sharing a room, I think,â You frown. âThatâs what Marcy said in the group chat.â Marcy, Sliderâs girlfriend, was also very upset about the sleeping arrangements, had coordinated which room everyone is staying in. Your boyfriend nods and continues in, before stopping at a room and gently setting your bags down.
You notice two beds, neither much bigger than a twin, but still an upgrade from the college dorm bed Ice had snuck in, to share with you countless times the previous year.Â
âLook baby,â You whine. âWe could totally fit in here, you always cuddle up anyway.â
âI know, sweet girl,â He soothes with a kiss to your temple.Â
Carole comes in a second later, Goose rolling her suitcase while she spouts similar complaints that you had.
âJust because Mav isnât getting any, doesnât mean he has to ruin it for the rest of us.â She huffs, crossing her arms against her chest. Goose barely bites back his snort, throwing his head back in laughter before Carole sticks a withering glare on him.Â
You nod in agreement, turning towards her. âThatâs what I was just telling him, I mean why did anyone invite him anyway? Heâs fucking annoying.â
âOkay,â Ice warns softly. âNot that I donât currently share the sentiment, but Mavâs room is right down the hall and Iâm sure he can hear us.â
You roll your eyes but oblige, leaning into him. âAre we allowed to sit together on the couch at least?â
You packed everything you need for your night time routine and to sleep. Your face is washed, teeth are brushed, and now youâre scrolling on your phone, trying to chill before bed. Carole had long snuck out of your room and into Gooseâsâyou wish your boyfriend didnât take everything so seriously. Goose laughed in Mavâs face when he proposed the competitionâso itâs too quiet and you donât have anyone to talk to. Right in the middle of your scroll through Tik Tok, your phone buzzes with a text.
I miss u
You smile, imagining your boyfriend curled up in his bed, missing you enough to send you text.Â
Come in
You respond.
Carole left. We can push the beds together :)Â
He sends back:
We donât need that much room.
Less than a minute later, your door is being pushed open and your boyfriend, clad in boxers and an old crewneck is suddenly sliding in behind you, arms circling your waist.Â
âMissed you.â He mumbles into your neck, the tip of his nose cold against the skin.Â
âYouâre not allowed to agree to any of Mavâs dumb bets, ever again.â You grumble. âLast time you had to bleach your hair and now this.â
âI know baby,â He coos. âNo more, I promise.â
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here with me - tik
pairing -Â college! Tom âIcemanâ Kazansky x female reader
précis - mav makes a bet during the soccer's teams getaway.
content/warnings - language, annoyance towards maverick, fluff
word count -Â 933
a/n - college soccer player ice series
âOkay, you know this is actually really stupid.â You complain, curled up in the backseat of Caroleâs car. âEveryone else wants to sleep together, why canât we?â
âYou know how the guys are,â Ice huffs from the other end of the phone. âTheyâre turning it into a competition.â
âYeah, and whoâs idea was it?â You scoff. âMaverickâs. Heâs single and an asshole, he doesnât have any stake in the game, of course he would propose something like this.â
Something like this being, for your autumn break trip to a cabin, sleeping arrangements are all girls together, and all boys together. Despite the fact, that the trip is made up of some of the soccer team, and their girlfriends. Mav even thought it would be funny to have whoever caves first, buy everyone dinner on the last night.
You sigh loudly, ignoring Caroleâs chuckle from the driverâs seat. Her and Goose finally got their shit together, and theyâve been happily dating since summer.Â
âAnd of course you wonât crack, because you love to win.â You whine pitifully, more to yourself than your boyfriend. âIâll see you when we get there.â
You hang up and shove your phone into your purse, leaning your head against the window, watching a flurry of orange as you pass a multitude of trees.
Not much more time passes before youâre pulling up at the cabin, clearly the last ones there, if the amount of cars shoved into the dirt driveway, is anything to go by.
Ice, Goose, and Slider are quick to come out and help with the bags in the back of Caroleâs trunk.
âHiya honey,â Goose greets, before dipping Carole in a dramatic kiss. You turn to see Ice, and pout, before falling into his arms.
âHey baby,â He murmurs, pressing a kiss at your hairline.Â
âIcey,â You whine. âMissed you.â
âPretty girl.â He coos. âI missed you too.â
Following a week of mid-terms, youâd barely gotten to see your boyfriend. Both of you had stacked schedules with exams and papers, and Ice had a big game right before break began. You were looking forward to a long weekend with him, snuggled into his arms while you sleep, the way you hadnât been able to.Â
His arms squeeze easily around your waist, and he lifts you a bit until you canât help but smile. You fist your hands in the material of his sweatshirt.Â
âWas lookinâ forward to sleeping with you this weekend.â You tell him quietly. âI didnât sleep well last week.â
âI know, me too.â He says, lips at your temple. âIâm sorry angel.â
âNot your fault your friends are stupid.â
He chuckles, squeezing you one more time before setting you down. He grabs your duffel bag and purse, waiting for you to shut your car door, before heading inside.
âCarole and I are sharing a room, I think,â You frown. âThatâs what Marcy said in the group chat.â Marcy, Sliderâs girlfriend, was also very upset about the sleeping arrangements, had coordinated which room everyone is staying in. Your boyfriend nods and continues in, before stopping at a room and gently setting your bags down.
You notice two beds, neither much bigger than a twin, but still an upgrade from the college dorm bed Ice had snuck in, to share with you countless times the previous year.Â
âLook baby,â You whine. âWe could totally fit in here, you always cuddle up anyway.â
âI know, sweet girl,â He soothes with a kiss to your temple.Â
Carole comes in a second later, Goose rolling her suitcase while she spouts similar complaints that you had.
âJust because Mav isnât getting any, doesnât mean he has to ruin it for the rest of us.â She huffs, crossing her arms against her chest. Goose barely bites back his snort, throwing his head back in laughter before Carole sticks a withering glare on him.Â
You nod in agreement, turning towards her. âThatâs what I was just telling him, I mean why did anyone invite him anyway? Heâs fucking annoying.â
âOkay,â Ice warns softly. âNot that I donât currently share the sentiment, but Mavâs room is right down the hall and Iâm sure he can hear us.â
You roll your eyes but oblige, leaning into him. âAre we allowed to sit together on the couch at least?â
You packed everything you need for your night time routine and to sleep. Your face is washed, teeth are brushed, and now youâre scrolling on your phone, trying to chill before bed. Carole had long snuck out of your room and into Gooseâsâyou wish your boyfriend didnât take everything so seriously. Goose laughed in Mavâs face when he proposed the competitionâso itâs too quiet and you donât have anyone to talk to. Right in the middle of your scroll through Tik Tok, your phone buzzes with a text.
I miss u
You smile, imagining your boyfriend curled up in his bed, missing you enough to send you text.Â
Come in
You respond.
Carole left. We can push the beds together :)Â
He sends back:
We donât need that much room.
Less than a minute later, your door is being pushed open and your boyfriend, clad in boxers and an old crewneck is suddenly sliding in behind you, arms circling your waist.Â
âMissed you.â He mumbles into your neck, the tip of his nose cold against the skin.Â
âYouâre not allowed to agree to any of Mavâs dumb bets, ever again.â You grumble. âLast time you had to bleach your hair and now this.â
âI know baby,â He coos. âNo more, I promise.â
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