#Leah’s 4K celebration 🎊

[ohtobeleah]

for #PL1 can you please do some jake seresin fluff with 15 18 👀💗 also congratulations on reaching the milestone!!!! u deserve it sm ♥️♥️

15 - “She’s/he’s not my boyfriend!”

18 - “I think it’s adorable how easily you blush.”

Okay what else do we need?” You asked your daughter as you strolled the isles of the grocery stores looking at your list as you both did this week's weekly shopping haul. 

“Aunty Nix said we need plums—“ Isabella reminded you politely as she held onto the side of the shopping cart. “And washing powder, because Rooster broke the glass jar, remember?” Neither of those items were on your list—but both items you needed. 

“Okay, you go get the plums for me and I’ll grab some ham for your sandwiches alright?” You watched as your seven year old nodded and let go for the shopping cart. “Okay, grab about eight? And watch out for bruises okay.” 

“I got it mum!” Izzy called out as you chuckled softly and watched her make her way through the fresh produce section as you strolled over towards the deli and took a number. 

You and your daughter had moved to Fightertown for a few months after you and your husband finally settled your divorce. You were still looking for a place to settle into so you were currently living with your half sister Natasha. From your mom's second marriage. Seems as though you were following in her footsteps when it came to love.

For a while it was just you and Izzy—but then you finally met the one and only Jake Hangman Seresin. To be quite honest Natasha was purposefully trying to keep you and Jake from meeting as long as she could. She knew once he’d met you it was game over, he’d weasel his way into your life on a more permanent basis eventually. 

And that’s exactly what Jake was trying to do. 

“Hi there Izzy girl.” Jake beamed as he ran into your daughter by the plums in the fresh produce section of the grocery store. “Stone fruit season is pretty good isn’t it?” 

“I guess, whatever the hell that means?” Izzy shrugged, focusing on picking out the best of the bunch. Jake just chuckled out his nose as he looked around, trying to see if he could spot you.

“Where’s your mum?” Jake asked as he picked up a quarter of a watermelon and placed it in his basket. Izzy just pointed in the general direction of the deli. Jake followed your daughter's trajectory and soon enough he felt the heat rising in the apples of his cheeks as he caught the sight of you. “Ah, hey—do me a favour will you and say this to your mum when you go over to her.” 

Jake crouched to whisper in your daughter's ear and she giggled. She knew you liked Jake and that Jake liked you. She saw the way he looked at you like you were some sort of goddess who walked amongst mere mortal beings. Bradley looked at her Aunty Nix the same way and they were engaged, surely it had to mean something right? 

Izzy knew that Jake really liked you because she couldn’t ever remember a time when she’d seen her dad look at you the way Jake does. 

“Child labour is a real thing you know.” Izzy sighed as she turned all her attention to Jake, he absolutely adored your daughter. She was so vibrant and witty and kept everyone around her on their toes. “What’s in it for me?” Izzy asked as she kept Jake's stare, just waiting for him to fold. 

“Five bucks—“ Izzy contemplated Jake's offer for a few seconds before she politely accepted the transaction. She could buy a few lollipops with five dollars. What a score. “Go.” Tussling Izzy’s hair, Jake grinned as she laughed organically. “Before I call child protective services on your mother for letting you out of her sight.”

Isabella took off without much to add with her bag of plums in her hand and a cheeky grin smeared across her face as she ran back toward where you’d just ordered two handfuls of shaved ham off the bone. 

“I'm back.” She exclaimed as she held up the bag of fruit. “I ran into your boyfriend too.” Izzy laughed as she watched your eyes widen in shock horror at what she’d just said. “He said to tell you that he thinks you’re really pretty mommy.” 

Looking around the fresh produce section, your eyes scanned every square foot before they landed on none other than Jake Seresin. Immediately you felt yourself getting hot with embarrassment, 

“He’s not my boyfriend honey.” You tried to play it cool as Jake made his way over, ever so casually placing a gentle kiss to the warmth of your cheek. It made you melt into a puddle at his forwardness. The feeling of Jake's large hand splayed across the small of your back made your heart do leaps inside your chest. “Hi Hangman—“ 

“Hi mama, fancy seeing you here on a Sunday morning?” Jake cooed, his signature smile plastered across his perfect face. You’d only just made it back to your sister’s place this morning before Izzy was waking up, you’d stayed the night at Jake’s after dinner at Alfonso’s diner. 

“Just doing the weekly shop—“ You replied as Izzy watched the two of you interact, watching a live story play out before her very eyes. “What about you, Flyboy?” 

“Same thing, maybe we could carpool next week? Save on gas?” Jake teased as he watched you try and calm down, still flustered to the highest heaven after your daughter had referred to Jake as your boyfriend. “Oh you should see your face Y/n, I think it’s adorable how easily you blush.”

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Leah’s 4K celebration 🎊

[ohtobeleah]

7 - “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” 10 - “I like it when you say my name like that.” & 13 - “You're so much fun to touch.” From the Smut list with Jake! #PL1

This one made me feel things. 🫠 (There’s a possibility to make this a series—and this would only be a teaser)

Warnings: Smut ahead. Age Gap. Jake Seresin x Younger F!reader. power dynamic.

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Here’s a little context if you care to listen. You found yourself in a shit position, your boyfriends' dad sat you down last night and told you he wanted to fuck you. 

Dumb decision. 

But like, is it really such a bad situation to be in when Jake’s just finalised his latest divorce and is looking to fuck anything with a pretty, young and tight pussy. 

He’s had his sights set on you for a while now, his son's new girlfriend. The one that doesn’t talk much. The one that wears dainty little sundresses with no panties underneath. The one with the doe eyes and the innocent little purity ring he knows is all just an act. 

“Did my son just leave you here alone?” Jakes asks curiously as he wandered into the kitchen, seeing you sitting at the island bench all for the taking—nursing a cup of tea that was now lukewarm. 

“It’s definitely not the first or the last time.” You let out a slight scoff but brushed it off. “I’m fine Mr Seresin, Kians just running late getting back from quickly ducking out with Connor.” Jake hums in response to your explanation as he crosses his arms across his chest and looks down between your tits. Fuck. He’s throbbing at the idea of sucking on your perky nipples. 

Fuck. He’s gonna fuck his son’s girlfriend. If you’ll let him. He had an appetite only you could cure. 

“Can I fix you something to eat?” Jake asked with a raised eyebrow as he moved a little closer towards you, leaning his ass against the island bench. Deciding to let a hand rest gently against your knee before he ever so slowly started the glide up the expanse of your thigh.

You didn’t stop him, hell—you weren’t even sure if you were having one of your seriously perverted dreams again until Jake finally trailed his fingertip up through your slick folders. He let the corner of his mouth twitch when you spread your legs a little further in the silence as you looked up at Jake, your boyfriends dad, with innocence little doe eyes that made him so feral he thought he might break the fly on his slacks from the throbbing erection he had. 

“I don’t know about you but.” Jake grinned as he pulled his hand out from between your slightly parted thighs, you could see your own arousal coating his single fingertip as he brought it up to his mouth to taste. Keeping eye-contact with you the entire time he did so. “I’m in the mood for something sweet.” 

“Mr Seresin—“

“Darlin, you can call me Jake.” 

“Jake, I um—Kian would kill me.” Jake doesn’t listen, quite frankly he doesn’t give a rats ass what his son would do if he found out. He just wanted to fuck you, he’d been thinking about it ever since Kian first brought you home and introduced you. Jake jerked himself off in the shower that night to the thought of painting your face white with his load. “We shouldn’t—“ 

“Just—“ Jake paused, he slowly but surely slipped his hand back between your legs as he came to stand between your open knees. The way you spread your legs so easily and willingly inadvertently pushed your sundress up into a bunch around your hips. Exposing yourself to your boyfriend's dad. What a day to go commando in the commanders home. “Tell me when to stop and I will.” It’s the shiver that runs down your spine and the whimper you let out as Jake's fingers dance between your folds to tease your sensitive bundle of nerves that has him convinced you want this too. You weren’t stopping him. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” He pressed a finger inside you at the whimper you gave him in response, smirking at you as he pressed his other hand to your cheeks—pinching your lips out like a fish.

“This will be our little secret?” Jake’s hand just squeezed your cheeks a little tighter as his finger curled up against your velvet walls. “Won’t it darlin?” 

“Yes—“ You managed to mutter out as Jake pressed another thick digit into you. Coaxing them forward against your velvet walls as you threw your head back as he wrapped his free arm around to tug at your hair a little and expose your neck as much as he could. “Oh! Jake—“ 

“You're so much fun to touch.” It was such a sight as Jake finger fucked you senseless on the swivel stool at his kitchen counter while his son, your boyfriend, was out. “I like it when you say my name like that.”

“I b-bet you say that to all the women you fuck.” Jake pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt just to trail them across your bottom lip before he watched you open your mouth. Taking his soaked digits inside your mouth to suck your own arousal from them. 

“I don’t give this much attention to all my sons' girlfriends.” Jake reefed his fingers from your mouth before he crashed his lips to yours. Cupping your cheeks in his hands as you worked to unbuckle his belt and undo his fly with such need it drove him wild. 

Holy fuck he was gonna fuck his son’s college girlfriend. Rooster was gonna have his head when he told him, not that he’d believe him anyway.

Within seconds it went from a heated makeout to a full on - My boyfriend's dad seduced me - porno. 

“Fuck!!” Jake was ruthless, he wasn’t going easy on you. He was pounding into you deep and hard and rough. He’d never felt anything like it. So tight, so warm, so fucking wet. To stop himself from moaning your name so much as he lost all control of his inhibitions he had to bite down hard against your shoulder as your legs wrap around his torso. Keeping him close while he had you prompt up on his desk. The same desk that had a famed photo of Kian. Your boyfriend, Commander Jake Hangman Seresins Son. 

“Oh god! Oh fuck yes!!” You cried out as the tip of Jakes girths and every so fucking huge cock smacked repeatedly against your cervix. It was damn near painful but you couldn’t stop yourself from loving every second. “Fuck! Commander Seresin I’m gonna cum around your cock.” Jake let out a long drawn out groan as he pulled his mouth away from your bare, now bite mark ridden shoulder to wrap his hand around your throat.

Constricting your airways as your orgasm came barreling towards you as you leaned back on your forearms. Jake had always had fantasies about splaying a pretty young thing out across his desk to fuck into oblivion. His three ex wives never seemed to fit the profile though. You however? You fit perfectly. Like a missing puzzle piece in some twisted way. 

“Naughty fucking thing, fucking your boyfriends dad huh? Those college boys will never be as good as this, will they darlin?“ The feeling Jake had when you came around him was like nothing he’d ever felt before. The buzz he got when you clenched your walls and tensed around him made him feral, made him weak in the damn knees. It made him fuck deeper and rougher into you without any hesitation or remorse. 

You were his play thing.

“Ohhhh fuuckkk Jake! I’m cumming—!”

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight Y/n, look so pretty all fucked out for me.” He was instantly addicted to your innocence and above all, the secrecy. The forbidden nature that fucking his son’s girlfriend was. “Show me that little purity ring of yours.” You did as you were told and held your hand up so Jake could get a good look at it. Fuck he was gonna blow his load inside you if he didn’t slow his roll. 

“My daddy gave it to me, keeps me close to god.” Yep, he was there. Jake was gonna bust, he could feel his orgasm pooling at the base of his shaft as his balls tightened and his thrust got sloppy. More desperate and needy. Chasing that high like it was his last act. 

“Hope he’s enjoying the fucking show then.” Jake chuckled as he shook his head and groaned out, tightening his grip around your neck enough to have your eyes rolling. 

But god you were just the prettiest thing. All choked out and full of his cock. 

“Down—“ Jake hissed as he pulled out to pump his slick shaft as he wrapped a tight first up into your hair, he’s ready to blow. “Down down down down now!!” He shoved you onto your knees. Watching as you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his shaft, taking him deep as he twitched and moaned and made a mess inside your mouth. Holding your nose up against his manscaped pubic hair. “Aahhh fuck!” 

No evidence. No proof. No worries. No problem. 

“Ohh—-yesss, Y/n—” Jake threw his head back as he let out a prolonged and deep growl that made you feral. It echoesd through the empty house. The one that your boyfriend had left you in to keep yourself occupied while he was out with his mates. “God you’re a good little fuck aren’t you darlin.” 

And keep yourself occupied you did.

“Baby! I’m home!” Kian called out from the front entrance. “Sorry I was gone so long.” All Jake did was crouch down before you. He smirked a he took his index finger and caught some of his load that had dripped down your chin.

Tasting himself before he kissed you once more.

“Our little secret, now get the fuck outta my office.”

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Leah’s 4k Celebration 🎊

[ohtobeleah]

PL2

6 - In bed at 2am, blissfully drowsy

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37 - “You're stuck with me, like it or not.”

With my favorite WSO good ol' Baby On Board (Sorry Fanboy)

I see you, and I raise you Bob Floyd with the Admirals Daughter.

Warnings: None :)

Bob had been freaking the fuck out ever since he’d gotten the call from the county hospital that you’d been admitted. The worst part about knowing you were in the hospital was the fact he couldn’t just up and leave in the middle of a tactical response seminar. But the second he was finished? The second Mav had stopped talking and dismissed the group of Elite Naval Aviators that sat before him, Bob was racing off down the hall, collecting his keys from his locker and making a rush to the county hospital across town. 

Because of course they couldn’t take you to the Base Hospital could they? No—that would’ve been too easy. 

“You have a patient here, Y/n Y/l/n—what room is she in?” There were two things about Robert Floyd that still seemed to shock people when they figured him out. 

“Miss Y/l/n, is resting and—“ Bob didn’t let the nurse sitting at the nurses station finish her sentence. 

“I asked what room she’s in.” The first thing that seemed to shock people about Bob was that he lost all sense of politeness and rationality when the people he cared about were in pain or in any kind of danger. Phoenix found that out one night at the Hard Deck when some guy touched her ass. Robert Floyd, who at that point had shown no sign of aggression or intention to ever engage in any sort of physical contact, stood up after he finished his last sip of lemon lime bitters and threw the hardest right hook he could. 

“As I was saying, she can’t have any visitors.” Bob didn’t like that response at all as the nurse went back to her paperwork. 

“Listen to me—“ The second thing about Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd that shocked people when they finally connected the dots, was that he was dating none other than Admiral Beau Simpson's daughter and had been doing so for a number of years before he even crossed paths with Cyclone at Miramar. “I’m gonna ask you one more time—“ But Bob already knew Cyclone from the many dinners he’d been over for during holiday seasons and family get-togethers. It didn’t however change the hostility the pair shared. “What room is my girlfriend in—“ Because there was something Bob hadn’t done yet that your father thought he should have done by now if he was serious about his baby girl. 

Bob hadn’t Proposed. 

“Floyd.” Cyclone called out from down the hall as Bob turned in the direction your fathers voice had come from. “She’s in room 1024.” Bob waisted not a second of time as he made his way towards your dad. 

“You’ve seen her?” 

“It’s locked.” 

“I don’t care—“ You were Bob's entire world, his best friend, the love of his life, his better half. “I need to see her.” As Bob tried to push past your dad, Cyclone put his hand on Bob's shoulder, catching his attention and stopping him from taking another step forward. 

“What are you gonna do kid? Are you gonna break the door down?”

“Yeah—“ Bob nodded as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “If I have to.” All Beau did in response was let his hopefully one day soon son in law go, watching as he made a direct line towards your hospital room. 

“I spoke to the doctors, they said she fainted at school but she’s fine Robert.” 

“If she fainted then she isn’t alright now is she!?” Bob spat back at your dad as he continued down the hall. Cyclone stayed hot on his tail. 

“They said she’s run down and a little dehydrated but she’s okay.” 

“Alright so then why won’t they let anyone see her?” Bob asked as he stopped in his stride and turned back to Cyclone who looked just as worried as Bob. 

“Because she’s sleeping, she needs it.” Bob knew better than anyone how hard you’d been overworking yourself. Between working full time and studying you were spread pretty thin. Bob thought you needed to take a step back, he saw the way you had been neglecting your own health in order to fit study into your already jam packed schedule. “Bob, she’s fine.” Bob let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in ever since he got the call you’d been taken to hospital. “She’s gonna be okay kid.” 

“What are you even doing here?” Bob questioned your dad as he ran his hands through his hair. 

“I’m one of her emergency contacts, they called me.”

“Yeah I know that but—“ Bob didn’t mean to sound rude, he was just stating the obvious. Beau Simpson had never been an overly passionate father figure. And it seemed as though Beau caught onto what his somewhat son in law had been insinuating. 

“You mean what’s a heartless shithead like me doing in a place like this?” 

“Yeah something like that.” Bob replied, was he proud of himself? No not really, but he knew his point had been made. 

“I would’ve come for you too if you ever worked hard enough to pass out.” Cyclone tapped Bob's shoulder as he smiled softly. “But you never have.” Bob chuckled softly too as both men saw a nurse stepping out of your room, gesturing that they could enter if they wanted to. “You go, I’m sure she wants to see you before anyone else.” 

“Thanks Sir.” Bob replied as he nodded and pressed his lips together. “Thank you for caring about her enough to come.” Bob left it at that, not quite hearing what Admiral Sysmpison said under his breath.

“You too son, you too.” 

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The next day after Bob had admittedly refused to leave your side overnight, you were both getting home to an empty house that had been left unattended overnight. 

However, as you slept soundly while Bob kept a watchful eye on you, he asked Fanboy and Phoenix if it wasn’t too much trouble, if they could swing by and just spruce the place up a little bit. 

They did without hesitation because they knew if there were still things that needed to be done around the home you and Bob shared, you truly wouldn’t be able to rest. And all you needed right now was rest. And plenty of it.

“Alright so here’s what you’re gonna do.” Bob cooed as he cupped your face and pulled you close the moment you both stepped through the threshold of your humble abode. “You’re gonna go upstairs and take a long, hot shower and relax while I cook us some food.” 

“I can help you cook.” You tried to argue but the look you got from your boyfriend in return was enough to tell you that he was serious about you doing nothing. “Alright alright, I’ll be in the shower.” 

“When you're done it’s straight into pyjamas, no ifs or buts.” Bob shouted after you as you walked up the stairs. You were so thankful to have Bob, someone who cared enough about you to want to take care of you and tell you to slow the hell down. You thought you were fine until you weren’t fine. Which was why Bob felt it was important and absolutely critical that he stayed home with you for a day or two to make sure you weren’t going to start back up into the almost psychotic routine you’d been putting yourself through to fit everything in. 

“Okay so I know you aren’t sick but I also know you can’t be feeling too crash hot so—“ Bob cooed as he opened the bedroom door a little wider with his foot to see you getting ready to hop into bed. “I thought chicken soup and toast might be good.” Bob explained as he padded across the bedroom, carrying two bowls of delicious soup on a tray.

“Is that your mum's chicken soup?” You asked curiously as the smell captivated your senses as Bob moved closer. “Oh god it smells so good.” Bob was as careful as he could be as he sat down beside you in bed, holding the tray he’d brought in with two bowls of soup and buttered toast to go with. 

“I didn’t have time to make it from scratch so I just got some out of the deep freeze.” You really did love Robert Floyd, and for what it was worth you’d say yes in a heartbeat if he ever did ask you to marry him. But it was something you weren’t too pressed about—you were just happy to enjoy the moments you had with him. “But here, we’re gonna sit down and we’re gonna eat this soup and we’re gonna watch Shameless because I know that you’ve been needing to find the time to finish it and now a time has presented itself.” Bob babbled as he passed you your bowl and took his own as he expertly manoeuvred his legs under the covers. “Don’t argue either.” 

“I feel fine, I promise—“ You tried to argue anyway as you blew on your spoon full of soup, sending Bob the biggest puppy dog eyes you could conjure up. “But this is perfect, thank you for this.” 

“Anytime.” Bob leaned in to kiss your cheek before the pair of you settled in for an afternoon in bed binge watching Shameless and trying to not think about the copious amounts of studying you had and the fact you had to miss work. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

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2am rolled around a hell of a lot quicker than it normally did. Maybe it was because you and Bob had spent the majority of the afternoon in bed together or perhaps it was the fact that after your bowl of Bob's mum's chicken noodle soup, you felt a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Blissfully drowsy in a love filled embrace you snuggled into the warmth of Bob's exposed chest as he wrapped you into him, half dazed and sleeping. 

“I could stay like this forever.” You mumbled as you tried to get yourself back to sleep. Bob had always been a little sleeper. So much so it felt like sometimes he was always alert to what was going on around him, especially you. “But I know reality is chewing on our heels.” 

“You're stuck with me, like it or not.” Bob cooed as he pulled you in closer. “I took the next few days off to just be with you.” He explained, knowing that in the next day or two he was going to finally ask you to marry him. “So, reality is gonna have to wait, miss overachiever, because you're stuck with me.”

Smiling into Bob's armpit, you beamed at the thought. Damn, he really cared huh. 

“I don’t think that sounds all that awful at all baby.”

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Leah’s 4k celebration 🎊

[ohtobeleah]

AND ANOTHER THING

Would all of TGM fuck you while pregnant? Absolutely.

But Bradley fucking Bradshaw? He cannot keep his hands off you. Whether he's cradling your stomach while you eat a whole jar of peanut butter or while you're riding him, this man is so fucking horny for you. And he makes sure you know it!!!!

You're at the new mother's support group and they're all complaining about how it's been so long since they got laid and you just stay silent because that's nicer than telling them he dicked you down that morning..

That 👏 morning 👏 and probably that night too. He legitimately has a problem, Rooster can’t keep his hands off you and now that you’re pregnant the desire is just burning. He needs you always.

The Daggers all call your Mother Hen. Because Roosters lay with Hens and all. And it’s pretty obviously that some little baby chicks will be hatching soon.

“You can’t get someone pregnant again when they’re already pregnant can you?” Roosters asking Jake who just gives him the most shocking expression ever. Bradley’s line of sight never faults from where’s your standing with Mav and Theo. Admiring the way your baby bump just makes you look like a goddess.

“You need to be admitted for a psych eval—“

[ohtobeleah]

Congratulations on hitting 4K!

May I please request:

#PL1

Rooster, Smut - “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

Thank you so much!

Warnings: Mentions of possible breast cancer. No actual smut ahead. Roommate reader x Bradley Bradshaw ***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~**

You were supposed to meet Rooster at the Hard Deck after your appointment, but when you actually finished with the tests you had to get done–the shower back at your shared apartment seemed like a better place to break down than in the middle of the Hard Deck that would surely be teaming with Naval Aviators. 

“Y/n?” Bradley began to grow increasingly more impatient as he got no response from you. “Y/n, come on, open the door?” He groaned as he tried turning the handle. He knew it wouldn't work, that it wouldn't open the door that separated him from his housemate, colleague, friend and above all the love of his life. “You've been in there for over an hour, open the door?” 

Rooster could do all the knocking and all the begging he wanted but you were in too deep in the shower you were enjoying. Or just using it as a coping mechanism to ward off the impending doom you felt had been cast over you ever since you took those stupid tests. Whatever way you wanted to look at the situation unfolding–you still weren't going to unlock the bathroom door and allow Rooster to come on in and assert his unwanted opinion on the matter. 

“Cover up, I'm coming in!” Bradley announced as he picked the lock on the bathroom door, giving you approximately three point five seconds to do literally nothing as you stood in the shower under the stream of hot water and drank your version of a Gin Sour from one of your fancy cocktail glasses. To Bradleys surprise when he finally made his way into the bathroom you’d been in for the better half of probably an hour and a half, you had not done what he’d asked and covered up. “Holy shit–” He sighed as he brought a hand up to cover his eyes as they threatened to trail higher than up your very naked, very wet legs. “What the hell are you doing in here? Our fucking water bill is gonna be insane!” 

“I'm basking in the glory of my imminent death Bradshaw–” You mumbled as you took another sip of your cocktail. “Doctor Rodriguez told me to enjoy the little things, so here I am, enjoying what was a perfectly good shower until you started banging on the door.” 

“What do you mean imminent death Clov, I thought you were just going for a check up this afternoon?” Bradley questioned as he turned away to lean on the shower door, facing away from you so he could uncover his eyes from the palm of his hands. “You never showed at the Hard Deck and weren’t returning my calls so I came straight home–spill.” Bradley pressed. “What gives with the crazy ass water usage.” You took another sip of your drink and thought about if you really wanted to go into heavy detail with Rooster about your health, or the possibility of your not so good health. He was only your housemate. Your colleague, there was no commitment to care. He didn't owe you anything–but something in the way he so desperately needed to be in the same bathroom as you made you think he cared enough to want to know the truth. 

“You really wanna know?” 

“Absolutely–'' There was no hesitation in Rooster's voice, no regret in his tone or fear that you'd drown on for hours and hours. He just wanted to know if you were okay, if you were alright. Because unbeknownst to you, you were the love of Bradley Bradshaw's life. “Spill the beans Clover.” So that's exactly what you did as you placed your cocktail down on the little rack and reached out for your shampoo bottle. 

“I didn't just go in for a random check up–” Bradley could gather that much himself but you thought it may have been a good place to start. “I actually went to get a test done, with the oncologist that diagnosed my mum a few years ago.” Bradley also knew that much like himself, you had lost your mother too, but much more recently than he lost his. 

“Cancer?” 

“Brca.” You replied and Bradley remained silent as he turned slightly to watch your sudsy hair fall down your exposed back. He didn't dare look down to where your ass began to swell. “It's a gene, I went to find out if I inherited a genetic mutation from my mum that means I'm probably gonna die of breast cancer.” You scoffed. “Little gene might even throw in ovarian cancer, free or charge just to make sure I'm good and dead.” 

“And?” 

“I don't find out the results for a couple of days but I'm preparing myself for the worst, hoping for the best.” 

“I'm sorry–” All Bradley wanted to do in the moment was hold you, give you false hope and tell you everything was gonna be alright. He was pretty good at that. 

“Yeah, it's a tough break for me right.” You paused as you turned around, not caring enough about the fact you were standing before Bradley Bradshaw fully exposed with just the glass shower screen between you. “But you wanna know the real pisser though?” You asked as Bradley just stared at you like he was trying to process everything you were telling him. “There are two variations of the gene—if I have one, then eventually having children will reduce my chances of getting cancer, but if I have the other? Then well—it’s uh, it increases my chances.” 

There was no hiding the tears that had fallen freely down your cheeks as you washed the shampoo from your hair. As you closed your eyes and focused on the stream, Braldey started removing articles of clothing. His signature throw over hawaiian shirt, his actual T-shirt, jeans, boxer briefs and slowly opened the shower door. 

“My sister Casey got tested a few years ago, she has the ‘baby good’ kinda death gene, so she got her buddy Andre to knock her up pretty quickly.” It was then when you opened your eyes after rubbing away the tears that you saw Rooster now standing in the shower with you. Chest to chest, you didn’t dare look down. “My other sister Lauren, daddy’s little girl—is of course, clean as driven snow.

“You’ve never been tested before?” Bradley asked as he stepped a little closer, you handn’t asked what he was doing or told him to get the fuck out so he took it as his sign to persue on. Deciding to reach out and push some of the wet strands of your hair behind your ear before he settled in to cup your cheek. 

“Fuck no—why would I wanna know if I was gonna live or die?” You smiled softly and Rooster did the same, you couldn’t help but to look down at his chest, to his torso and quickly at his manscaped pubic hair. Fuck. 

“Can the doctors do anything? If you uh, have the ‘baby bad’ kinda gene?” Bradley asked softly as he rubbed the pad of his thumb across your cheek to grab your attention. “Because if they can, then know I’m gonna be there by your side every step of the way.” 

“Rooster, I don't need your sympathy.” You shook your head as Bradley brought his free hand up to cup your other cheek as he stepped you into the corner. “What are you doing?” 

“It’s not sympathy, it’s just the truth.” Bradley was quick to establish the fact before he leaned in to kiss you softly and ever so deeply. You couldn’t help but to melt into his warmth, his touch. “And I’m doing what I should’ve done alone time ago before you had the chance to scare the fuck out of me.” 

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” You bit Bradley’s bottom lip softly as he pulled away to look at you. Look at you real hard because you were everything he wanted and he needed you to know that before you eventually found out what Brca gene you had. 

“I’ve never seen so sure of something before in my life.”

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[ohtobeleah]

Congrats on 4k Leah!🤍 I've been reading you work for a while now but I just started a new account so I can start writing something too and I'm here following you again🤎🤎 I love your writing so much! Please, never stop writing🤍 // This is my first time requesting on here so if I do it wrong, I'm so sorry🙇‍♀️ I'd like to request situation #28 and sentence #13 with Bob, please. Thank you so much🤍🤎 #PL2

Situation 28 - Love confession

Prompt 13 - “Tell me what you're thinking right now.”

The Waitress Song //

“Mama?” Your daughter asked as you held her hands as she stood on the edge of the pool table, balancing as your husband and his colleagues celebrated their promotions with a few rounds at the local watering hole. The Hard Deck. “How did you meet daddy?” 

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“What can I get you today, Flyboy?” There's a place Bob goes for breakfast every afternoon. The coffee’s rubbish and the bacon’s always hard to chew, and the toast is always soggy, but— he hardly notices. 

And the food takes such a long time to get made, even when he’s the only person in the cafe. And his table is always wobbly—but he hardly notices. 

You're probably thinking why he’d even bother eating there on a daily basis? There's heaps of other places on offer, why not change to another place if the bacon is rubber and the taste of the cuppa makes him pull faces and splutter?

It's the waitress. He loves her, the way she clears plates with a clutter, you make his heart race and flutter. He is absolutely aware that it's crazy to love you—A lady that's basically just a stranger with an apron down your brother. 

Bobs doesn’t need to ask your name and number because this relationship is built on breakfast, all he does is wait on you just so you can wait on him. 

“Just the usual?” You asked shortly after. Bob smiled softly as he handed you back the menu that’s always on the table prompt and ready. You took it with grace and fished the blue ball point pen from your bun. Finding a blank page in your notebook to write down Bob's order. 

Realistically you didn’t need to write Bob's order down. You knew it off by heart, you just liked having an excuse to talk to the cute naval aviator that would go out of his way to stop by after whatever shift he’d just come off or was about to start to order some less than mediocre food from the 24hr diner your uncle owned and operated for the last twenty years. 

“What’s it usually? A medium coffee to go, bacon and eggs with a side of toast and beans?” Bob couldn’t help but to chuckle softly. A beautiful crimson red crept across the apples of his cheeks that let you know he felt a little gooey on the inside that you’d memorised his order. 

First you started off just saying hi to him bye to him that'll be $5.95 to him but Bob didn't really mind, that was always alright with him, he just smiled and ate. He’d watch you float around and clean the counter. Admiring from afar. 

Sometimes the two of you might not have spoken for like a week, you knew in Bob's quiet times he liked to be alone and write a poem with his headphones on—so you’d let him do just that and admire from afar. 

“Uh—can I change it up a little today?” Bob asked as he rubbed the back of his neck. The longer he kept you standing there, looking all kinds of perfect—the longer he had to work up the courage to ask you out. “If that isn’t too much trouble?” 

“Sure thing Lieutenant Floyd.” You say almost delighted that you get to stay a little while longer. “What can I get ya this morning?” 

“A Newspaper please? bacon, a fried or poached egg, whatever’s easiest and a slice of toast, long black too if the coffee is any good today.”  The beans were always burnt, Bob thought to himself after having ordered them time and time again. And he knew if the cup was dirty you would just clean it with your shirt.

He couldn’t help but to wonder if you were his ideal girl, and what would happen if you dated in the real world. ‘Nah’ He shook the thought from his mind, he didn't think it would work. Bob wouldn't wanna risk what you have and have to tip 'cause of that. 

“Coming right up—“ You nodded and placed your pen back in your bun and tucked your order pad into your apron. “I’ll bring your coffee out first.” 

“Thanks.” It had been like this for months. The both of you were too afraid to make the first real move, so the move never came. Lieutenant Robert Floyd was one of your three regulars and the only one who’d managed to steal your heart. There was no way he ate here day in and day out just for the food—if he did he was crazy. But regardless you kept entertaining his foolishness. Wondering if he’d ever work up enough courage to just make a move. 

“Alright, one black coffee for you Bob.” You wanted to say that the food wouldn’t be too far away but you knew Bob would know that you were lying. It always took forever.

“Amazing, thank you so much Y/n, I feel like I’ve been up since forever.” Bob sighed as you carefully poured him a cup of fresh coffee. Placing the freshly brewed pot down on the table as you mulled over your next question. It wasn’t like you to be so forward, but you simply had nothing better to do. 

“Do you mind if I sit with you?” You asked as you watched the way Bob raised his eyebrows at your question. “I don’t mean to impose—I just don’t have an awful lot to be doing right now and I’d rather sit and talk then just think about talking to you from behind the counter.” Bob thought his head was going to explode with how hot he was running. 

You? Sitting with him? Could he just give you his last name already? 

“Uh—yeah no by all means.” Bob tried to hide the probably overbearing and possibly psychotic grin that threatened to consume his face as he watched you slide into the chair across from him. Sighing with relief that you were finally off your feet. “You work here every day don’t you?” 

“Yep.” You popped the p as you let your chin fall into your hand as your elbow prompted you up on the table. “Feels like one big eternal shift.” You explained as Bob took a sip of his coffee. Hiding the fact he wanted to splatter at the bitterness. “I’m sure my diner delirium is nowhere near as exciting or as thrilling as being a pilot for the navy though.” You gestured down to Bobs flight suit—this had been the longest conversation the two of you had ever had and Bob thought his heart was going to beat through his chest: 

He was infuriated with your smile, the effortless way it could be the brightest thing in the entire diner. He loved your laugh—for the very few times he’d been blessed with the sound of it. Surely it was the very sound that people were blessed with when they entered the gates of heaven. Then there was your hair. So uniquely gorgeous that he saw it in his dreams, dancing across the white satin pillow cases of Bob's bed. 

“Oh I’m not a pilot.” Bob corrected you with a humble glint in his eye. Swirling baby blue oceans that completely captivated your heart. “I’m a weapons systems officer.” Just as you were going to ask for more detail, more information—the sound of the little orders up bell rang out through the empty diner. 

“I’ll be right back with your food weapons system officer Floyd.” You beamed, sliding out and sauntering off towards the pass. Bob turned his attention around to follow you—his eyes lingered down from your neck to your back to the swell of your ass, he blushed a bashful hume of crimson red when he felt his flight suit rise in his crotch. You were perfect. His ideal girl and Bob didn’t even know you. 

Bob had to pretend he was looking at the light fixtures above your head when you turned on your heels, his order in hand and folded newspaper under your arm. 

“Orders up Flyboy—“ You chuckled as you sat back down. “So, what does being a weapons system officer entail?” No one had really asked Bob that question before, so as he looked down at the mediocre meal he’d ordered and chuckled softly to himself at how surreal this moment felt—he couldn’t help but to look at you like you hung all the stars in the night sky just for him. “What?” You smiled. 

“Nothing—“ Bob beamed back at you, his cheeks flushed and ever telling. “It’s nothing.” 

“Tell me what you're thinking right now.” You demanded through a grin so pure it stole Bob's heart, he watched as your hand crept across to steal a slice of slightly burnt toast off his plate. The moment you took a bite Bob knew he was in love with you—his mysterious diner waitress. Like you’d cast some sort of spell on his mortal body, Bob felt himself giving in, falling weak on his knees at the idea of spending every waking moment getting to know you more. 

“I uh—I was just thinking that I think I’m in love with you.” You froze, not expecting the shy eyed man sitting across from you to expose himself so openly. It was endearing though. “I’m so sorry—that was really out of pocket.” 

“No no!” You tried to hide the fact your head was filling with all the little scenarios you’d daydreamed about while working. Thinking of the future and what it would be like if Bob was really your future husband. “I uh, I don’t mind actually.” 

“Really?” Bob let out a sigh of relief as he looked at you across the table with all the love in the world dripping from his baby face. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m sure—“ You took another bite of the triangle but of toast before swallowing. “I think I might be in love with you too.” 

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“He used to come into mummy’s diner baby.” You explained. “When uncle Roger used to own it, before it was really good.” 

“Dad says uncle Roger can’t cook to save his life.” Your daughter countered as you felt Bob come to stand behind you, his hand snaked up across your hip before he was kissing your cheek.  

“Dad stands by that statement.” Bob added as he smiled against your skin, floral notes of jasmine and amber rose filled his senses. “He lost ten pounds from eating your uncle's food every day just so he could talk to mama.” 

“Could have just asked me out on a date, Flyboy—“ You teased, turning to kiss your husband softly. Bob hummed a laugh against you as your daughter climbed into your arms. 

“Ah, that would’ve been too easy.”

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[ohtobeleah]

#4 of pregnancy prompts with Rooster, where he just does everything for her and won’t let her lift a finger and she gets annoyed at him but still adores him for it #PL3

Prompt #4 "I'm pregnant, not terminally ill."

“Javy, I'm gonna need you to sit down before I tell you what I’m about to tell you—“ There wasn’t an awful lot you could say to help back yourself up in your current predicament. “And I’m gonna need you to promise me that you won’t freak out.” And there was no easy way to tell your older brother that you were pregnant, especially since you weren’t actually dating anyone—but what made it harder to explain that you were expecting was the fact that Bradley Bradshaw, Aka Rooster, was the father of your bastard child. “You have to remember I’m an adult—“ 

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Javy asked as he sat down on the barstool. You thought perhaps a public setting would help deter him from assaulting the naval aviator who you’d hooked up with a few times on the down low. The one who got you pregnant. 

“Nothings wrong—“ You reassured him. “I’m totally fine, actually, uh—we’re totally fine.” You corrected yourself as you placed a protective hand over your stomach and fished out the ultrasound picture you’d brought with you to show your brother. “I’m pregnant, surprise.” You sheepishly smiled and passed Javy the sonogram. “I know that mum and dad are gonna be like super crazy about this so I haven’t told them yet.” You added nervously. “But I thought if I told you, and you were as understanding as I know you can be, then I might make it a little easier to tell them soon enough.” 

Javy Machado sat quietly taking in the image that had been presented to him—he was gonna be an uncle. His little sister was pregnant, about to bring new life into the world. But there was one question he needed to know that sat on the very top of his tongue that he couldn’t go a second longer without knowing. 

“Who’s the guy?” Javy asked with a raised brow, you held your breath as you quickly made eye contact with Rooster over your brother’s shoulder. He was gearing up to run. “Y/n? Who’s the baby’s dad?” 

Again, let’s circle back to the fact you thought a public setting would be more beneficial to Bradley Bradshaw's survival. Jake Seresin reached for his phone and opened up his timer, he had a vet going with Phoenix and Fanboy that Rooster would be shit outta luck in five seconds. Mickey bet ten, Phoenix however had been more generous—she’d bet Bradley had a solid twenty seconds to live after Javy found you were carrying Bradshaw's bastard child. 

“Ready Rooster?” Jake teased as he slapped his wingman’s back as Bradley finished his beer. Standing from the stool he’d been perched on as if he were about to run for his very life. 

He was. 

“It’s Bradley—“ 

“Bradshaw!” Javy turned around to see Rooster standing there with a shit eating grin smeared across his stupid face. “Are you messing with me?” He turned back to you. “Y/n tell me you're messing with me and you haven’t been—“ Coyote paused as he cringed, he couldn’t even say it. “I’m gonna kill him.” Javy hissed through gritted teeth as he looked at you on final time and stood from his stool. “You!” He shouted at Bradley with anger seeping from his pores. “I’m gonna kill you!” 

“That’s your cue man—“ Jake laughed as he shoved at Rooster. “Run, run!” And that’s exactly what Bradley did, he ran straight for the front doors of the Hard Deck as Javy chased him down. 

“It was consensual!!” Rooster shouted as he laughed through a childish grin. “Bro! It was an accident!” Bradley ran as he tried to explain himself, he ran as he tried to make the situation easier to digest for Javy—the over-protective big brother. 

“You did not accidentally have sex with my sister!” Rounding one of the outdoor tables, Rooster stood on one side as Javy stood on the other—ready to pounce. 

“Okay well that part was intentional.” Rooster smirked, remembering every amazing, blissful and very intentional touch. “But the whole impregnating part was totally accidental—!” 

It goes on like this for the rest of the night, Javy is deathly serious about sending Rooster to meet his own father and Bradley is constantly looking over his shoulder until you take your brother home to cool off. 

“You know, Rooster isn’t a bad guy.” You mumbled under your breath as you drove back to your brother's place. The place you’d been staying at while you were in North Island. It wasn’t meant to be a permanent thing, but as it turned out your plans had since changed. “I was the one who thought it was better that you didn’t know we were kinda, well—not officially together but I thought it was best if you didn’t know we were seeing each other until we knew what we were?” 

“I get it.” Javy sighed as he let his head rest against the passenger seat. “It’s just, god I trust that guy with my life everyday and he’s been messing around with my little sister behind my back?” Javy tried his best to explain where he was coming from as he looked your way. “Doesn't feel good.” 

“Can you just promise not to kill him?” You chuckled softly. “I kinda don’t wanna have to have this baby on my own and co-parenting amicably sounds a hell of a lot better than dead baby daddy.” 

Javy promised you there in that moment sitting in the car trying to process you were pregnant, that he wouldn’t kill Bradley—although he spent the better half of the next two weeks giving him the cold shoulder and silent treatment purely because he knew if he spoke it wouldn’t be to exchange pleasantries.  

But one morning, Javy broke. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. He needed to put the fear of God into Rooster, not that there was any doubt Bradley Bradshaw wasn’t about to be the best father and co parent or significant other that he could be. 

So after the last hop of the day when the daggers were all busy showering and de-stressing and getting ready for drinks at the Hard Deck, Javy saw his moment and struck. Bradley had his guard down, he was vulnerable, a pair of boxer briefs the only thing that stood to protect him as Coyote slammed him into the lockers, pinning him there with his forearm across his chest and the other fist balled and ready to strike. 

“Javy—“ Rooster Damn near pleadeas he held his hands up in surrender. “I swear to god I didn’t do anything she didn’t ask me to!” 

“Listen up and listen good Bradshaw, because I’m only gonna say this once.” Javy hissed as he pressed the mustache clad aviator into the lockers a little harder. “My sister doesn’t lift a goddamn finger during her entire pregnancy so I make myself clear?” 

“Crystal man, clear as day.” Rooster shuttered, it wasn’t like he would have it any other way himself. “She’s my number one priority, so is that baby.” When Javy was content with Bradley’s answer and only when he was content did he let Rooster go. Watching as he dusted himself off and picked up his clothes that had fallen in the unprovoked attack.

“She doesn’t lift a finger—“

 “I got it.” Bradley snapped back, groaned as he tried to put his jeans on. “I’m not going anywhere Coyote, I’m not that kinda guy, I thought you knew that?” Javy thought that was far too rich coming from Rooster after he’d been sleeping with you behind his back. 

“I thought you were a good guy man.”

Javy shrugged, he didn’t know how to judge Bradley’s character anymore. “Then my sister told me you knocked her up.” Rooster wasn’t a malevolent guy, he knew that Coyote was still trying to process all of this. You were his baby sister after all. So it was only natural and to be expected that Javy would go above and beyond to protect you. So the sting in Javys' tone ran straight across Bradley’s back like water off a duck's feathers when he turned around to walk away—leaving the daggers completely stunned. “So now we got problems.” 

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As the months ticked over and your baby grew, so did your relationship with Bradley. He was in this just as much as you were and although things started casually? The two of you seemed to just meld into each other's lives seamlessly and ever so effortlessly. 

It literally came as no surprise to anyone who knew the pair of you and who had witnessed the ever growing and ever evolving love affair that had bloomed into a budding romance before their very eyes when Bradley and You, Baby Machado as the group had dubbed you—made things official. Which brings us all to right now. 

“Rooster!” You shouted as you stood in the cleanest house you’d ever been in. For efficiency purposes, you had decided to move in with Bradley when he asked you to one night as you sat on the back porch eating a pint of ice cream each. “Roos! Get in here will ya?” 

“What’s wrong?” He asked with a raised brow, doing up the buttons on his flight suit before he zipped up the zipper as he got ready for work. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Look around and tell me why you see?” You huffed out as you rubbed your stomach protectively. Six months had come and gone in the blink of an eye. Bradley did as he was told as he slipped behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he leaned in to kiss your cheeks between everything he said. 

“I see—“ *kiss* A perfectly clean. *kiss* Home fit for a queen. *kiss* 

“You also meal prepped last night and I don’t have work today or tomorrow!” You sighed as you spun out of Bradley’s warm embrace. He looked at you like you were from planet Mars as you picked up one of the throw pillows from the corner of the lounge and threw it haphazardly on the ground before you plopped with an exaggerated sigh. 

“Okay, what are you trying to get at here sweetheart because I gotta be honest with you, I don’t see what the issue is?” Rooster asked as cautiously as he could. He had alway gone above and beyond to make sure you never had to lift an unnecessary finger. Did the acts of service technically come from Javys threat? Sure—but that didn’t mean Rooster was always going to do whatever he could to make this pregnancy as easy as he could on his part. He loved you so much, he just wanted you to relax. Enjoy your down time. 

“The problem is Bradshaw, I'm pregnant! not terminally ill." Bradley didn’t know what to say so all he did was chuckle softly, that didn’t bode well in his favour. “I’m serious! What am I supposed to do all day if you’ve done everything there is to do around this place!” 

“Relax?” Rooster replied as he reached down to pick up the pillow you’d purposefully dropped on the carpet. “I agree and honestly I’m pretty thankful you aren’t terminal I’ll honey—“ He grinned ear to ear as he placed the pillow back on the lounge. “But like you said, you’re pregnant and the last thing I want the mother of my child doing on her days off is unnecessary housework.” 

“I’m gonna go insane if I don’t do something!” You groaned like a petulant child. This was the first time in your life that you felt like you weren’t totally independent and reliant on yourself to do everything. “You’ve even stocked the pantry with a copious amount of random foods! So if little spud here wants something I don’t even need to go out and get it I just gotta walk into the kitchen.” 

“It kinda seems like I’ve done everything I can to make this easy for you yet I'm still in trouble.”

Rooster challenged you as he leaned in over you and kissed your lips softly. “I have to get going mama.” He mumbled against your lips. “Why don’t you watch one of those true crime documentaries you’ve been talking about for the last few weeks? Veg out. Put your feet up.” 

Although you were annoyed that there was nothing to keep you busy, you felt somewhat blessed to have someone as caring and as thoughtful as Breadley Bradshaw as a partner. There could be worse things to complain about. There could be worse things to put up with. 

“What’s a girl gotta say to get you to say home hey?” You held Bradley down by the zip on his flight suit that ran up his buttons. “Why don’t you stay home and you can keep me busy by recreating what got us into the situation in the first place.”

“You don’t know how badly I wish I would honey.” Rooster cooed against your lips as he pulled away and stood up straight. “But I’m government property baby.”

“Yeah well, the government can kiss my pregnant ass.”

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[ohtobeleah]

Leah’s 4K Celebration Masterlist

Works Below: (The 4K countdown is on) Updated the list as the blurbs we’re written. All blurbs will be posted when we hit 4K!

Warnings will be given for certain blurbs/concepts

-> Request Are Closed:

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

99 Problems & Bradshaw Is All Of Them // Bradley knocks up Javys sister, you. And when the revelation comes to light Coyote doesn’t let Bradley slip. Not once.

Brca // Bradley comes home to find you in the shower after you went and saw the oncologist.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Haunted // On the way back from a night out with the Daggers, you and Jake get into a pretty serious car accident that ultimately takes your life.

Grocery Gals // Jake runs into you and your seven year old daughter at the grocery store. OR Jake bribes your daughter to get a little closer to you.

Threes A Crowd // You find out that your Fiancé has been doing you dirty, and Jakes the other woman.

Darlin Daddy // Your boyfriend leaves you at his house for a while unoccupied, so you fuck his dad to keep yourself occupied.

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

The Waitress Song // Bob, after months of pining, slips up and confesses he doesn’t come to your uncles shitty diner for the food. He comes for you.

Over Worked // You overworked yourself enough to land in hospital. But that doesn’t stop Bob from taking care of your when he gets you home.

The Laundromat // Bob asks you out on a date in the most unexpected and unlikely fashion. When the two of you are doing laundry at the base Laundromat.

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

The Abuela Trap // Mickeys Abuela and your Nani hatch a plan to set the two of you up over a coffee date. It works.

Spiked // A guy spikes your drink at the Hard Deck & tries to take advantage of you. Mickey thinks the fuck not.

Reuben ‘Payback’ Fitch

Seven Reasons // In a training session gone wrong, you and Payback have to eject. When you get seriously injured—he gives you seven reasons to stay and seven reasons to leave.

Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado

Baby Jacob? // You and your husband are having a baby boy. But Jake Seresin will be damned if that baby isn’t named after him.

Our Child // It’s the first time in your entire relationship that your financial state enough to afford a new car.

[ohtobeleah]

"Your child's been kicking me all day." "Oh, so now it's my child?" With Javy?? #PL3

"Your child's been kicking me all day." It had felt like such a long day, but in reality it was just the fact you were eight months pregnant with Javy Machados big ass baby boy. 

Javy had been so excited for this day for so long now that it was hard not to be excited too—but today? Today your unborn child had decided that they were going to use your internal organs as boxing bags. As you trailed beside Javy—he sympathetically squeezed your hand, bringing it up to his lips slowly as you walked around the car lot. 

"Oh, so now it's my child?" Javy teased as he walked with you, swinging your hand dramatically as you rubbed your baby bump with your other. “It’s only ever my child when he’s flipping around in there.” 

You couldn’t help but to laugh as you looked around at the brand new cars that littered the car dealership. It was and would probably be the only time in your life that you and Javy would be able to afford a brand new car. 

“Who else’s baby would it be?” You teased. “Because he isn’t mine, I wouldn’t ever disrespect my mama like this.” 

“He is 100% yours—“ Javy laughed along with you. You couldn’t have been more excited to become parents. “Wait—“ Javy paused as you both entered the building. “Is this our wedding song?”

You had to stop and listen hard to the music playing softly from the speakers above you on the roof. The subtle acoustics of A Thousand Years by Christina Perri had you immediately tearing up as you cupped your hand over your mouth and turned to your husband. 

“God don’t make no mistakes baby.” Javy chuckled as he wrapped his arms arounds your shoulders and drew you in as close as he could for a hug. “How crazy is that?” 

“This song never plays on the radio?” You added as you listened. “I’ve never heard this play on the radio since we got married, or even just on my phone for that matter.” 

“It’s gotta be a sign hey?” Javy cooed as he kissed your forehead. “Brand new car for our brand new family.”

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[ohtobeleah]

#PL1 with Hangman. From the Angst list possibly after an accident of some sort? 19 - “Please don’t leave.”

Warnings: Car accident! Jake Seresin x F!reader. Death of reader insert. Sad boi hour.

Haunted // Jake Seresin

“He still up there?” Rooster asked as he got out of the Bronco, removing his aviators as he strolled over to where Phoenix had been perched up against her own car. She’d called Rooster not too long ago, worried about Jake.

“Yeah–” Phoenix replied solemnly, never once taking her eyes off where Jake sat by your grave. “He just sits there, all day. Doesn't say anything, doesn't cry, doesn't sleep or eat or–” Before Phoenix could finish her sentence, Bradley interrupted, giving her the answer to all her questions in two simple but heavy words. 

“He's grieving–” Bradley and Phoenix stood by the cars they parked in the curbside spots of the carpark at the bottom of the Lakeview memorial cemetery. From the carpark they could see Jake clear as day, sitting by the fresh tombstone that had just been put in after a few months on backorder. Jake needed it to be perfect, he spared no expense in making sure it was exactly the way you would have wanted it. Not that you ever really specified what you wanted in a tombstone, but Jake knew. He knew you wouldn't have wanted anything extravagant or in your face. He knew you wouldn't want some sappy quote that wasn't what best reflected you while you were living. No.

Jake knew you would want something simple and elegant. So that's what you got. As he sat by your grave picking at the blade of grass that looked too long, absentmindedly twirling his wedding band around on his left ring finger, Jake thought about how it should have been him. It should have been him driving that night, not you. But it was you and Jake didn't understand why it had to be you. He didn't understand why he had to live the rest of his life with you not by his side. 

“He needs help, Rooster–more than we can give him.” Phoenix sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest, she'd been on Hangman watch for the better half of the day. “I really think he needs to talk to someone, a grief counselor or someone.” Deep down Bradley agreed, but he knew talking to a counselor was the last thing he wanted to do when his mother died. 

“He passed his psych eval before returning to work.” Rooster replied as he watched Jake stand from his spot next to your grave, picking up the wilted flowers he’d replaced with new ones as he did so. “He lost his wife Nix, you don't just bounce back from that.” Rooster placed his hand into the front pockets of his jeans, shrugging as he did so with a prolonged exhale. “I don't think you bounce back from that ever, you just learn to exist.” Bradley paused for a moment, he wasn't sure if he should say what he wanted to next. “Pretty sure that's what my mum did.” 

Jake was exhausted. Emotionally, physically, hell even spiritually. He was burnt out and running on empty. As he looked down at your name carved into the stone, Y/n Seresin, he swore he heard your laugh in the wind that blew around him. His mother would say it was but Jake didn't believe any God could be so cruel to take you away from him. He needed you, why the fuck did they take you away from him. 

“Happy Birthday beautiful, I gotta go, but I'll uh–I'll be back soon.” Jake sighed as he tapped the top of your tombstone with his knuckles, something he always did whenever he came to see you and always did just as he was leaving. “I love you.” He missed hearing a response to that, he’d give anything just to hear he was loved by you one final time. 

“He’s coming.” Phoenix pushed off her car. “You wanna take him or should I?” She asked as she turned to Rooster, taking her eyes off Jake for two seconds. But that was enough time for his grief to overcome his exhausted body. With each step Jake took away from you he grew weaker and weaker. Jake fell to his knees as he lost view of the world around him, Rooster didn't say a single word as he pushed off Phoenix’s car and booked it over to his best friend. 

“Hey man, you good?” Rooster cried out as he jogged up the small incline towards where Jake kneeled on the ground, noticing how Jake had never looked more broken. “Fuck” Bradley sighed to himself as he made his way over. Knowing that the events of the day Jake lost you would be playing through his mind on a loop ever since you left so unexpectedly. 

Six months earlier ~ The Hard Deck, October 31st. 

“Okay Mr Salt—“ You beamed as you rubbed your husbands back gently in small circular motions. “Let’s get you home yeah?” You had been celebrating at the Hard Deck, Halloween was and always had been one of your favorite times of the year. September 1st always brought about the decorations you meticulously decorated the house in each and every year. September 1st to October 31st saw the Seresin household dressed to the nines with fall themed decorations and filled with pumpkins spiced scented candles. Did Jake like halloween as much as you did? No–but he went along with it every year just to see you smile. He loved you too much to stop you from fishing out the old, nearly decrepit decoration box that had ‘Seasonal House Attire’ scribbled on one of the flaps out from the attic. 

He did make it a note to remind you how much of a dork you were though. But to Jake Seresin, calling his wife a huge Dork was just another loving term of endearment. 

“Yeah—“ Jake grinned through a small hiccup. “Yeah let’s get me home, lead the way Mrs Pepper.” You and Jake had gone dressed as Salt & Pepper shakers to the annual Hard Deck costume party. “I'll drive.” 

“Oh, no!” You chucked as Jake slung his arm around your shoulders. “You are in no condition to drive–” The original plan had been one or two drinks each, you'd have a big meal, water between drinks and you'd both be able to scissors paper rock to see who ended up driving home. But as the night progressed—Jake had fallen down the rabbit hole of drink for drink and shot for shot with none other than Bradley Bradshaw. “I’ll drive, here—give me the keys.”

Without so much as a second of hesitation, Jake handed you the keys after he’d fished them out from his back pocket. In Jake’s mind that moment plays out in slow motion, a decision that sealed your very fate. When Jake altered the course of what should have been his untimely demise by drinking a little more than he should have, he unknowingly unleashed death’s fatal trajectory on you, his loving and beautiful wife. 

When Jake thought back to this moment? He swears he dangles his keys above your open and awaiting hand for at least five agonising seconds. Then, the very moment that confirmed your destiny strikes.

Jake dropped the set of car keys into your palm. 

“Thank you.” You cooed, reaching up to place a quick peck against your husband’s cheek. “Looks like you get to be the passenger problem once again.” 

“Ah, I prefer passenger princess, thank you—“ Jake snickered as you walked over towards the front doors of the Hard Deck. “Good night everyone!” Jake turned momentarily. “We’re heading off—“

“Seeya guys!” Fanboy replied first as he waved in his Larry the Lobster costume. 

“Oh but the night is still so young?” Rooster sighed as he realised he was losing his drinking buddy. “Y/n, come on just one more round?” Bradley didn’t know it at the time but this would be the last time he ever saw you alive. None of the Daggers, Jake's friends, his found family and colleagues knew it. None of them knew that your doomsday clock had run out. 

“We’ve got a flight booked for Texas tomorrow, gotta be up early, Rooster.” You explained although he already knew. “We gotta get going.” 

“Alright alright—“ Rooster groaned childishly, understanding that he’d just have to go with the flow. “Go on, get outta here.” 

“I’ll text the group just before we take off!” Jake added as he walked with you outside into the chill of the fall night. Not knowing that in just a few short minutes his entire life would be turned upside down. 

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“Okay okay but what if it’s not you?” Jake sighed and his fingers intertwined with yours over the centre console. “Like it could very well be me?” 

“Uh, with your genetics my dear I find that incredibly hard to believe.” You and Jake had been trying to start a family for a while now. Nothing seemed to be working, all the tracking, all the phases, all the old wives tail tricks and tips you’d both been abiding by god's law. None of it seemed to be working. “When we get back from your mum's place we should probably see a fertility specialist, just to be sure we’re doing everything we can.” 

“Yeah—Alright.” Jake turned to look at you as he smiled softly and brought the palm of your hand up to his lips. “You’re always full of good ideas aren’t you.” 

“Maybe we should have gone as brains and brawn instead of salt and pepper?” You chuckled softly as you turned your attention back to the road, you’d only briefly turned your head away from the road ahead for a few seconds to look at Jake. 

“Babe!” Jake gasped as he let go of your hand, allowing you to grip the steering wheel with both hands. “Deer! Fuck!” Jake shouted as you over-corrected to miss the deer that had run across the road in the dead of night—it must have been spooked by your headlights. 

“Jake!” You screamed as you spun out, you tried to fix your mistake by slamming your foot on the break but if anything that just made the situation worse. “Oh my god oh my god!!” You could hear the sound of your tires screeching before the car left the opposite side of the road you were meant to be on and began to roll down the embankment beside the road. Not once, not twice, not three times—the car you and your husband had been travelling home in had rolled four separate times. Glass shattered under the pressure as aluminium twisted and crumbled in something that mimicked a paper ball. Until eventually everything went quiet as you landed upside down. 

Unconscious and bleeding. Your knees had been shoved up under the steering wheel column—slicing down to the bone. The seatbelt that had meant to protect you crushed your ribs and punctured a lung. The airbag that had deployed to stop you from hitting your face against the steering wheel had broken your nose and jaw on impact. Everything hurt, everything—

“Jake—I—“

Until it didn’t. 

“I’m here.” Jake was lucky or unlucky enough to remain conscious the entire accident until the car came to a halt upside down. “We’re okay—“ Battered, bloodied and bruised Jake gasped as he tried to make sense of what the fuck had just happened. 

“Baby?” Jake called out softly, Turning his head to see that you just hung there, limp and bleeding in a mess of the deployed airbag. “Baby you with me?” Again, you didn’t respond and Jake could feel himself panicking. “Oh god please don’t leave me—“ He begged. “Don’t take her away from me!” He cried out as he struggled to unclip his seatbelt. Falling to the roof of the car that was now the floor in a heap as he hissed and groaned from the glass that tore shreds into his arms face. “Fuck—Y/n, I’m here I’m here baby you’re okay aren’t you honey?” Again Jake was met with no response as he felt tears streaming down his cheeks. “Oh god, oh god this is NOT happening.” In an attempt to free you, Jake tried to reach up and unclip your seatbelt. 

But it didn’t budge—not in the slightest bit. 

“Oh god baby come on, you’re alright? Wake up for me honey come on? COME ON!?” But you just weren’t answering. You weren’t breathing. Jake tried to guide the hair out of the bloodstream that dripped down your forehead to your cheek but the gravity of being trapped upside down just made it fall straight back. “I love you so much, please don’t leave.” 

“Baby, there’s help coming—“ Jake begged you to stay, he begged you not to leave him, he tried his best to get out of that damn car but you were stuck in there good. So Jake just waited. He waited and waited and held your hand as he sobered up and remembered he was the one who gave you the keys, knowing that if he had been driving it would have been him. “You gotta hang in there just a little longer so the medics can get you out.” 

But you were already gone. 

“Jake!” Bradley shouted as he raced down the embankment he’d gotten a taxi with Bob and begged the guy to pull over as they went past red and blue flashing lights in what felt like snow motion—noticing the sandy blonde aviators crumbled car down in the ditch. “Jake! Oh my god are you alright?” Bradley couldn’t believe his eyes when he crouched down to look in the car that still remained upside down. The medics hadn’t even finished grabbing their gear from the ambulance yet, that’s just how fast Rooster had run. 

“I’m good, I’m fine—it’s Y/n, she’s trapped man, I can't get her out.” Jake shook his head as he sniffled hard, still holding your hand. 

Bradley knew just by the first glance that you were gone. There was not a more sobering sight. 

“Okay, okay we’re gonna get her outta there.” He placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Gotta get you out first though.”

“I’m not leaving my wife in this car Bradshaw—“ Jake hissed. “I can’t.” 

“I really don’t think the medics are gonna give you a choice.” 

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“I miss her so much—“ Jake cried out as Bradley made it over to where Jake kneeled on the grass. “So much Rooster.” 

“I know you do.” Bradley still to this day had no words that could bring Jake comfort or bring you back, but he was there for his best friend no matter what. “I got you man, I got you.”

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Leah’s 4K Celebration 🎊

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Meet cute prompt #3- getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids

w/ Mickey Fanboy Garcia!! (Imagining Desi reader) Holy shit, Mickey IMMEDIATELY comes to mind when I read that prompt! I could SO SEE his abuela doing this and reader’s Nani or Dadi (grandmother in Gujarati)

ALSO FUCKING CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!

Eeepp. This made me blush. Wtf, how cute is this. Also—thank you so much.

Prompt #3 Getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids.

“So Fanboy, how’d you meet this lovely wife of yours?” Hangman asked as he eyed you off across the pool table. You'd just smashed him in an impromptu game of pool. “She seems like a real–” Jake couldn't say what he was really thinking, he'd get his ass handed to him if he did. “Peach–” 

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“Abuela!” Mickey was practically digging his heels into the concrete of the sidewalk his Abuela was pretty much dragging him down by the earlobe. “Would you cut it out?” He smiled bright, trying to stop his cheeks from turning a shade of crimson as he flicked his Abuelas fragile fingers off his person. “I said alright, you don't have to drag me.” 

“Well if you hadn’t put up such a fight, to begin with Miguel I wouldn't be in such a rush.” Mickey hated when his Abuela called him that, Miguel. He much preferred Mickey or even Mick. Honestly, even Fanboy would be a better alternative to Miguell. 

Mickey always thought he was in trouble whenever his mum, his sweet Carino, called him Miguell–it was probably some deeply embedded signal of PTSD from the amount of times he had actually been in trouble when he heard the sound of his mother roaring out his government name. It was just a thing now, Miguell equalled trouble and trouble was something Mickey Garcia couldn't afford to be in right now as he trailed after his aging faster than he would have liked to admit Abuela. 

“All I said was I didnt appreciate being set up on a blind date.” Mickey sighed, rubbing at his earlobe that had been squashed under the weight of what felt like the entire universe. “Not that I wouldn’t have come–” It had only been in the last few years that Mickey had really started to find his voice amongst his family. He loved his Abuela with his entire heart but sometimes he wished he could just stand up to the little old woman who thought he should be married with kids and a house in the middle of a cul-de-sac by now. “You were the one who–” Just as Mickey was about to turn the blame back on his Abuela for being late to this coffee get-together she'd been banging on about for the last three days, Mickey felt a shape sting against his forearm. Stunned, he rubbed at the spot his Abuela had slapped opened palm like as he blushed a bright red, god this was so embarrassing. Right outside the cafe they were supposedly meeting people at “Ow! You can't hit me in public! I'm Government Property!” 

“No Mijo, you’re your Carino's property, she gave birth to you, you just work for the government. She brought you into this world and I brought her into this world and I will take you out of it quicker than you can fly your little plane around in a circle.” 

“I am a grown ass man Abuela–” Mickey slightly bent down to get at eye level with the woman he admired above and beyond. 

“Aye, not until you're married and can give me all the beautiful nietas and nietos under the sun.” Ah there it was. See? Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia was never going to amount to anything until he was a husband and father. “Now go, we’re late.” Mickey just stood up and fixed his buttoned up shirt. He let out a reluctant sigh as he held the door open for his Abuela, watching as she stepped inside the cafe on the corner of the street. 

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“Sit up straight, you shouldn’t slouch mera bachcha.” Your Nani placed a gentle hand on your shoulder as you stirred your tea. “You’ll end up like me, with a back that aches in the winter.” You couldn't help but to smile at your Nani as you sat up a little straighter. Anything to make her smile, anything to make her happy. Which was why you had agreed to meet with her and her friend for coffee and brunch. 

“Ah, here they are now.” Your nani stood to wave over her friend. 

“Nani what do you mean they?” You questioned as you looked over in the direction your nani had been waving before she sat back down. There was a little old lady beaming as bright as she could at you, trailing right behind her though was a gorgeous man with curly black locks that made his smile look so much brighter and clearer than any other smile in the world. 

“Rosemary, it's so lovely to see you and Y/n.” the little old lady greeted your nani with a kind over the shoulder hug. “Y/n this is my Mijo, Miguel–” Mickey's Abuela introduced Mickey as he stuck his hand out to shake yours. Only after he wiped the palm of his hand on his jeans. 

“Mickey, I'm uh, I'm just Mickey.” He corrected his Abuela with a soft smile as he drank in the sight of you, damn, perhaps this coffee date wasn't going to be so hard to get through after all. You were beautiful.

“It's nice to meet you, just Mickey.” You couldn't help but to tease the blushing man who had been shaking your hand for a little too long before he pulled away. You watched as Mickey sat down beside you on the empty chair and your nani and Mickey's Abuela settled into their own conversation, nearly forgetting the two of you had been dragged along to begin with.  “My Nani here told me we were meeting a friend here for brunch, but I think this was a set up.” 

Mickey Garcia never thought he’d be the guy who got the girl and had the family that lived in the middle of a cul-de-sac. But when he met you for the first time in that cafe on the corner of the street with his Abuela and your Nani sitting cross from the pair of you–fist bumping under the table that their chance at matchmaking actually worked, he thought for a second he maybe could be that guy. 

“I think this was the biggest stitch up ever.” Mickey agreed. “But I can't say I'm all that mad about it.” 

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“My Abuela and Y/n’s Nani set us up actually,” Mickey explained as he cradled your newborn in his arms. “I dunno about Y/n but I thought it was love at first sight.” You'd fallen in love twice with Mickey Garcia in your lifetime. Once in the cafe on the corner and once again when he became the father of your child.

“I can't deny you were real cute Mick.”

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#Leah’s 4K Celebration 🎊

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congrats on 4k!! you deserve it leah 🫶💕

PL2 with scenario 32 (date gone wrong) and sentence 31 (“i won’t let anyone hurt you”) with mickey?

Protective Mickey is a weakness of mine through and through so thank you for attacking my weak spot. 

Warnings: Sexual Assault. Mickey Garcia x F!reader. Please do not read ahead of you are sensitive to topics that include sexual assault and unwanted advances.

Mickey Garcia would throw his literal life on the line for you, he would give up his Mr ‘good guy’ Fanboy golden retriever energy to protect you from harm's way. He’d drop the gentle demeanour that he and Robert Floyd seemed to work pretty hard to maintain in a heartbeat to throw down with any man who put you in any form of danger, and he did just that, last night, when someone did just that, put his best friend in danger. 

Mickey, currently—could be found sitting at his desk with his knuckles bruised and a black eye. He was a mess to say the least and he most certainly wasn’t making the situation any better by watching the group chat pop off like he was the talk of the town. He knew come Monday morning he was gonna get a write up. But that was the least of his concerns. 

You were his number one priority. 

Mickey had snuck back into his room after he’d spent the better half of the night with his arms wrapped around you in a warm and ever so protective embrace with a bag of frozen peas from the freezer pressed to his eye. You were so out of it still but you managed to recognise the smell of Mickey's cologne, settling into his touch to wrap your arms around his tense shoulders.

Fanboy still wasn’t over it, he hadn’t slept all night. You would know because you too had laid awake all night just breathing in the familiar scent of Mickey Fanboy Garcia, still very much hungover, still very very dazed and confused. 

“Watching people spread falsified drama around town about you won’t help Mick.” You mumbled into Mickey's neck as you came to stand beside him at his desk, leaning over his shoulder as you watched the video Jake had sent to the group text of Mickey nearly beating the guy who’d spiked your drink and tried to take advantage of you, within an inch of his life play on his phone screen.

“S’not falsified, besides, can only see it through one eye so it’s only half as bad as it would be normally.” Mickey responded with a soft chuckle that rumbled through his chest as he held your hand that was gently playing with his chest hairs—firmly bringing it to his split lip and leaving a gentle kiss upon your palm. “Are you okay?” 

As you removed your arms from Mickey's body briefly, he spun around in his chair as you sat down comfortably into his lap—straddling his waist as you cradled his beaten up yet still so beautiful face between your hands. Your eyes glancing over every inch of him. You took  in everything before you as you shook your head. 

“No.” You held back a sob as tears threatened to spill over your lower lash line. You took a moment to breathe in deeply and exhale slowly—with your eyes closed tight, your body tensed up from remembering the events of the night prior. 

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It was as impromptu as your presence in North Island was, you’d come to stay with Mickey for a week or two after you’d finished up your apprenticeship at the bakery back home. You needed a break, a reprieve from the mundane. 

So when you found yourself sitting across from some guy at one of the booths in the Hard Deck listening to him drone on about his latest tactical response time for the US Navy, you knew you were a little far gone when it all sounded like a blur of words you didn’t understand. 

“So you two never—?” Hangman asked as he bumped Fanboys shoulder with his as they played a casual game of pool. “She seems like a nice girl? I could probably take her home to mama Seresin and she’d probably approve.” Jake got a chuckle from Mickey as he took his shot before standing to look over at where you were, happily laughing away with this guy who’d stolen your attention. 

“Y/n’s just Y/n.” Mickey tried to play down the fact he’d been in love with you since the fourth grade. “And I like to see you try Hangman—she’s got standards.” Mickey napped back at Jake as his jaw slightly hung in utter disgust. 

“I’m uh—gonna go to the bathroom for a minute.” You made it a point to politely excuse yourself from the gentlemen who was sitting across from you. He nodded and took another sip of his drink as you rose to your feet—a little wobbly. God you always pushed it two far, your liver must’ve fucking hated you at this point. Poor little guy, you promised yourself you’d never drink this much again as you made your way towards the bathrooms at the back of the bar. Mickey caught your gaze. He just needed to know where you were was all. 

Although you threw up the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl, thinking that it was just because you’d had a little bit too much to drink—willing yourself to lay off the alcohol for a while, you swore you hadn’t had that many cocktails. 

Everything was fuzzy as you sat on the somewhat clean bathroom floor with your head in your knees. You didn’t care about modesty or the fact that you were wearing a dress and if anyone walked in they would see your underwear. You didn’t care, but you would. 

You didn’t even notice when he walked in, you felt so off and incoherent  to the point you were almost blind it was a miracle you hadn’t said anything embarrassing. 

“I’m not feeling so good, Flyboy.” You tried focusing your eyes on the built man you thought was your best friend, only noticing the dark locks and firm shoulders that you held on to as he picked you up from the floor with ease and placed you on the marble countertop. It caused your dress to very much roll up your thighs, clearly exposing your panties. But you didn’t care, it was only Mickey? 

Right? 

“Mick? W-what are you?” You started to ask as the man who you thought was Mickey pulled your legs apart with ease, to tired, drunk, dazed and very confused to fight back at all.

“S’okay dollface, I’m gonna take real good care of you.” His lips attached themselves to your neck as you tried to move away. Like a succubus, the man made his way up the expanse of your neck. 

“Stop, Mickey, I'm serious! Get off me!?” You tried your hardest but it was to no avail, the man who now looked nothing like Mickey Garcia had pinned your hands above your head with one arm as he unfastened his belt and fly. 

“We were having such a good time out there, I thought maybe we could have a little more in here.” You were drunk, yes, but you knew you didn’t want this, didn’t ask for this, didn’t make any advances that could have led to this. The shock of the man pinning your arms cleared your eyes long enough for you to see it wasn’t Mickey - it was the guy you’d been on an impromptu date with and had flirted with for drinks all night. Turns out he wasn’t just buying you rounds, he’d spiked them too. “You’re so fucking sexy.” 

His hand was cold against your entrance as he pulled your panties to the side, he knew how high you were because he had fed you the drugs. Whatever the hell he’d spiked your last drink with.

“Y/n? You in there?” Jake asked as he knocked on the door. He tried his best to turn the handle but it was locked. “You ran in here like ten minutes ago?” A mumbled Jake Seresins voice broke through the haze and confusion as he knocked on the bathroom door which clearly stated ‘occupied’  

“HEL—!” You screamed, the man’s hand came up to cover your mouth before the p could leave your lips. Your worried eyes meet the man who stood between your legs as you struggled to breathe against his hand. 

“S’okay? We’re okay? Right dollface?” 

What he didn’t know? was that Jake had heard that. He knew it was you who just screamed, and he definitely didn’t like the sound of the last sentence he heard. Rage pumped through his veins as he barged against the flimsy door - catching the eye of Fanboy who was already on his way over after seeing Jake press his ear to the bathroom door, you’d been gone a hell of a lot longer than Mickey was comfortable with. What the hell was going on and where the bell was that dude you were just with? 

“Hangman? What’s wrong?”

“Y/n’s fucking in there! And I heard a guy's voice,  something’s not right” Mickeys heart sank as Jake barged against the door again. This was the Hard Deck. Things like this didn’t happen at the Hard Deck. 

Oh boy was Jake right because the guy you’d thought could have been a decent guy had almost his entire length inside you before the door came flying off its hinges - Jake and Mickey followed right after as the guy quickly pulled himself from you and started fixing his pants. 

Mickey took one look at the sight in front of him and felt his blood boil. With fire ignited in his heart he wasted no time grabbing the guy by his collar and slamming him to the wall—no questions asked. Mickey threw his first punch of the night as Jake picked you up and carried you out. 

“I got you—“ Jake soothed you as he assessed your state and immediately knew you weren’t all there. “Penny! I need you to call an ambulance and the fucking cops.” 

“THE FUCK GIVES YOU THE RIGHT!” Another punch landed against the guys face as Mickey seethed through gritted teeth. He saw nothing but red in front of him. How dare he touch you, assault you, violate your trust and kind heart. 

“I’ll fucking kill you before I walk out this door! Mother fucker! What gives you the right! To TOUCH her!?” Another punch landed, three to the nose in less than ten seconds. You can clearly see how the bruised hands came to be.

“She wanted it!” The guy cried out through a smirk and bloodied teeth before shoving Mickey off him and landing his one and only punch against Mickey of the night before he almost came close to visiting the gates of hell. 

It was all over pretty quick but it was long enough for videos to be taken and spread like wildfire- no context given. You really couldn’t in that moment of madness comprehend the severity of the situation. 

Jake handed you over to Mickey once he had finished talking with the police. Making sure a case would be brought against your attacker before talking with the medics to see if you needed to be admitted overnight, you quietly sobbed into his chest, confused and scared. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you.” Was all you remember Mickey saying before you passed out, not really remembering the rest of the night until you were laying in silence against Mickey's chest—breathing in the familiar scent that is Mickey Fanboy Garcia. “But I won’t let anyone ever hurt you again, I promise.”

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Leah’s 4k celebration 🎊

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PL3 "It would be so fun if you name it after me!" "No, it wouldn't."

It's Javy's baby but Jake is trying to convince Javy to name Baby Machado Jake/Jacob

Eep Jake fucking would though would he! He’d be such a pain about it! Dropping hints and as soon as it’s revealed that you’re having a baby boy? He’s almost hard to be around.

After months and months of hearing Jake make his little remarks about how it would be so cool if you named your baby after him, it all comes to a head at yours and Javy's baby shower. Only two months before your due date. 

“You are absolutely glowing Y/n!” Phoenix beamed as she felt your baby kick against your swollen stomach. The baby blue bodycon dress you wore matched Javys baby blue throw over button up. “We can’t wait to meet your little one.” 

“Thanks for coming Nix.” You hugged Phoenix back as she took you in for a warm embrace. Bob roamed around with one of the Polaroid cameras you and Javy had brought for the special occasion. “We can’t wait either, but I think Javy is starting to get new dad jitters.” You giggled, rubbing your swollen baby bump as Phoenix pulled away. “I can tell he’s nervous, he’ll be such a great daddy though.” 

You and Javy had been together for three years, three beautiful blissful years. He’d asked you to marry him after one year and six months later you had tied the knot on a beach in Bali. An elopement that you later celebrated with your friends and family when you arrived back in the States. 

“Ah! There’s my girl.” Javy cooed as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist to splay them out across your baby bump. “How you holding up mama?” 

“I’m doing alright—“ You replied, letting your head fall back against Javys chest. Rocking slowly side to side as he joined in the conversation you and Phoenix were having. “My feet are kinda feeling a bit swollen but other than that he’s been good today.” You smirked as Javy held up your stomach from his place behind you. “Oh god and that just put the cherry on top of a perfect day.” Sighing out in utter relief as you felt your gravity shift, Phoenix laughed into her solo cup. 

“You can’t ever put her stomach down now Coyote—you’re stuck there forever.” 

“Aye! There’s the soon to be parents.” Jake grinned ear to ear as he entered the backyard shindig, present in hand for you and Javy to hopefully make the time all the more easier. “How’s baby Jake going?” 

“Oh god—“ Rooster groaned from beside Hangman as they walked in together, deciding to carpool. “You gotta stop with that crap man she’s not naming her kid after you.” 

“Why not though?” Jake contested. “It would be so fun if you named it after me!" He beamed as he greeted you, kissing your cheek before roughing Javys head. “Hi mama, you’re looking good.” 

“Thanks Hangman.” You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, Jake had always been far too friendly with you, in the most innocent way possible. You were his wingman’s wife. That made you family. “And no, it wouldn't." You sighed as Javy kept holding your stomach up. “You’ve been on this train for months— easy up, it isn’t happening.” 

“Sure it’s not.” Jake was in utter denial that you weren’t going to name your son after him. “I think it’s a great name.” 

“We already picked out a name though.” You giggled, still leaning back against your husband as you played with the wedding band wrapped around his left ring finger. “And it’s not Jake or Jacob or any version of a name that could remotely resemble yours.” You poked at your husband’s wingman as he puffed his chest and chewed his gum and looked at your through tinted aviators. “My son will not share the same name as you Hangman.”

“I don’t believe you for a second.” Jake kept the ball rolling. “I know it’s a little Jacob cooking away in there.” Jake crouched for a second to make himself eyeline with your stomach. “Isn’t that right little guy?” Everyone laughed, including you as you shook your head in defeat, it had been the longest running joke ever and you just couldn’t wait for it to be over. 

“Sure thing pal.” Javy added. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

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Leah's 4K Celebration 🎊

[ohtobeleah]

javy is hung and has a massive size kink so he always says things like you can take it or something about making you feel full

Javy and size kink 🤝

He’s so fucking hung. It’s scary. Like the first time you see him in his entirety you’re laying on your back on his bed and you’re just shaking your head and say: “Javy—that’s not gonna fit.” And that sentence does 👏 things 👏 to👏 that 👏 man 👏

“Let’s see how much you can take baby.” HES SO COCKY. slowly pushing into you, holding you tenderly and kissing your cheeks. Whispering nasty fucking things into your ear as he disappears inside you. “Bet you can take more of me, come on baby show me how much of my cock you can take, just a little more—so good for me aren’t you, so fucking good for me.”

And you’re listening, Javys voice is the only thing coaxing you to take all of him. But your eyes are rolling and your heads thrown back until he’s squishing your cheeks together between his thumb and fingers to pull your attention back to him.

“Look at me while I ruin you.”

[ohtobeleah]

no but don't imagine being jake's personal trainer (bonus if he looks like the pics that you've reblogged where he's in the gym ahem 👀) and you wanna go home already and he wants to do one more rep so you tease him and seduce him until he's a whiny mess in the (mercifully empty) gym and then tell him that he can't get any until you get home

i think the heat in my cheeks can power my whole block BYE

WHO PERSONALLY ATTACKED ME WOTH THIS ONE ☝️ WHO.

Like you (on fucking purpose) bend over in front of him to put his weights away, giving him a fully fledged semi at the sight of your ass in those tights. Jake thinks he knows what’s going on. But he isn’t 100% convinced until he’s literally the last one left in the hanger turned gym and you’re watching him from the empty bench beside his.

“You can go if you want—“

“Can’t leave unqualified persons in the gym after hours, I can’t go home till you do.”

“And you wanna go home?”

“Doesn’t have to be mine—“ That’s just the start of it, the light bulb moment that leads to you grinding down on Jake in a heated make out session that sees him rocking a chronic hard on and letting whimpers escape into your mouth as your tongues dance together.

“Fuck I need to be inside you—“ Jakes groaning as you suck the pulse-point on his neck and that’s when you strike after seducing him. ”Please, I need to be inside you.”

“Not until I’m home, then you can fuck me as hard as you like Lieutenant.” You smirk, bring your bottom lip as you pull back, still grinding down on Jake’s clothed length as his hands work to squeeze your ass. “And I work hard to program your strength program.” You tease, walking your fingers down his chest slowly. “So if you don’t break my back Seresin I know I’ve failed.”

“Jesus Christ.”

[ohtobeleah]

This is for your 4K celebration! Could I request the meet uglies prompt 14??

“both showing up to their lover's door, realizing that they've been cheated on with each other”

With Jake and female reader??

This one was actually hella fun to write. Bisexual Hangman is a whole mood for me.

Warnings: Sexually confused Jake Seresin

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“Okay handsome—“ You tapped your hands against Jake's suited up chest after you’d fixed his bow tie for the seventh time this evening. “Just, don’t do anything stupid between now and when your man comes strutting his stuff down that aisle.” 

Jake chuckled as he nodded soflty, looking down at you in your silk dress that matched the colour scheme of Jake and Bradley’s wedding. Something you never thought you’d be attending. It wasn’t on your bingo card.

“Who would’ve ever thought you’d be my best woman at my wedding—“ Jake had you laughing at the memory of the time you first met. It wasn’t technically the first time, but it had been the first conversation you’d ever had outside of a group setting, outside of work, outside of anything that would have ever seen the pair of you in the same room. And it was for all the wrong reasons. 

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You never expected something like this to happen. Never in a million years. But the proof was in the pudding—your Fiancé had been cheating on you: 

With some poster boy Naval Aviator. 

“Chris—!!“ No matter how much you yelled and hissed and spat venom against your Fiancé’s front door, he wouldn’t answer. You knew he was home though, his stupid pickup was in the driveway. “Open the door you coward!” It would be to no avail. He didn’t answer and he never would because unbeknownst to you, your cheating now ex Fiancé had dipped out the back door and decided to take his chances on foot to his buddies house. 

In the moment when you let out a frustrated sigh and sat down on at the little two seater dining table Chris��s had—you noticed a sandy blonde pulling up in his F-180 series. Immediately your heart sank but if you knew anything about your dirty rotten cheater of a Fiancé is that he would have kept you a secret from Jake Seresin too. 

And as he walked up to the front door with a confused look plastered across his perfect face you couldn’t help but to feel a little bad for the guy. Hell you didn’t even know he swung the other way, but as you thought about it a little more—the signs were there. 

“Swot?” Hangman asked as he came to a standstill just off the cusps of your Fiancés front porch. “What are you doing here?” Jake had only just started seeing this guy Chris who worked in the communications tower on base. For two weeks Jake felt like he finally had something good going for him. Just two weeks. 

“So you’re the guys that’s been fucking my fiancé huh?” You chuckled to yourself in disbelief—you knew Chris had been messing around with an aviator, you just didn’t know which one. Your bet’s had been on Floyd because again, the signs were there. “Damn Seresin, it’s bad enough that the girls in the admin building all compete for your attention enough as it is, but now they have to compete against the guys too?” You teased as Jake sat down in the empty chair across the small glass round table. “You could’ve had any one you wanted and yet you took mine.” 

“I didn’t know—“ It wasn’t that you and Jake knew each other very well. He knew your name, your face, your hair colour. It was all surface level, nothing of import that would’ve given him an indication that the man he’d been fucking in the bathroom at the Hard Deck for months was actually engaged. For two weeks Jake had something he thought was good, he kinda wished he never stopped to want more when he was just hooking up in the bathroom stall. “If I knew that Chris was engaged I wouldn’t have gone there.” Jake felt disgusted in himself. “He never told me about you.” 

“Yeah well—“ You paused as you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over your lower lash line. “It still doesn’t change the fact you were fucking the man I was engaged to, Jake.” 

Hangman didn’t reply straight away, he simply sat there with his elbows on his knees looking down at the ground between his feet. He felt awful, he’d unintentionally ruined a relationship—but he didn’t even know Chris had a whole life outside of the one they had started to weave. 

“How come the two of you don’t live together?” Jake asked softly as you looked at him with nothing but rage behind your saddened eyes. 

“We were saving up to buy a house, Chris didn’t wanna move in together before the wedding.” You explained as your rage softened at the sight of Jake's own heartbreak. “Not that it’s any of my business but I’m a little shocked that it’s you.” You added and that’s when Jake finally looked at you. “I thought you were—“ 

“Straight?” Jake finished your sentence for you through a soft chuckle. “So did I, until your uh—almost husband cornered me in the bathroom a few months back.” Jake explained and although it was hard to listen to, you appreciated the honesty. “Guess I’m still trying to figure it out, you know?” 

“I process your paycheque you know—“ You replied as you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back against the chair you were sitting on. “Every second Thursday I confirm your hours and process your pay.” Pausing, you held Jake's gaze as he waited for you to finish. “Everything I know about you comes from your Xero account.” 

“Everything I know about you is that you apparently process my pay.” Jake caught the smile that crept across your face for a brief second as the two of you laughed softly together on the front porch of your ex Fiancés home. “But, for the record—I’d like to take you out on a sorry I fucked your Fiancé burger run, because let’s face it, I don’t think that guys worth either of times.”

“Please—“ You groaned as you stood, Jake matched your movement and stood with you. “When the next apocalypse comes around there will only be two things that survive.” With a small pause and a sigh, you turned to Jake who was waiting for you to join him on this sympathy burger run. “Cockroaches and Chris Lieham.” 

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“Yeah well—I got a soft spot for sexually confused Naval Aviators.”

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