flyboy universe - because i saw this and my brain went flyboy
jake being a menace, just something quick and fast, because merry christmas 🎄
“He could not,” the voice of one of Jake’s older nephews, a cousin’s son, rings out, hitting both your ears even before you step into the threshold of living room.
“He could too!” Another one of the brood protests, female this time, a niece of some sort.
“Could what?” Jake’s voice comes up behind you, filling the air with the question that had been hanging in your mind. You feel a palm coke to rest lightly on the small of your back, as he guides you both into the room.
“This,” the same female voice proffers up a phone from her perch on the sofa, in both Jake and your direction. You both catch sight of the video on her phone, only to see a two teens post football game, a boy running towards a girl with her arms outstretched, only to pick her up with a one arm lift.
“She thinks her boyfriend could pick her up like that,” the nephew supplements, a snigger hanging off the back of his sentence.
“He could,” the girl protests again, glaring daggers.
“That’s easy,” Jake says casually, as he tugs the back of his backwards baseball cap down, pulling the cap more securely on his head. It earns him a snort from both teenagers, and you watch them give him a once over, from head to toe.
“No offence Uncle Jake,” his niece begins, “I know you fly planes and all, but you’re old.”
It earns a chuckle from you, as you turn your head to catch the amused smirk that accompanies the amused glint in Jake’s eyes. Clearly, you find yourself thinking to yourself, they hadn’t seen their uncle on the beach with a shirt off. The oversized tees, sweaters and flannels he had been living in over the family Christmas break certainly hadn’t helped his case.
“Oh yeah?” Jake tilts his head slightly, his tone conversational and too casual, “wanna bet?”
“Ja-,” you begin, only to be cut off by an eager teen.
“How much?”
“20 for each of you,” Jake counters casually, slipping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.
You watch the teens exchange a look, before one answers on their collective behalf.
“Deal,” the response echos out just as a stream of adults, Emma, and a few cousins along with Grace enter the room.
“Ya’ll betting?” Emma asks first, eyeing the four of you.
“Apparently I’m too old,” Jake teases, slightly mocking but with no malice.
“To do this,” his niece shoves her phone out at the group of adults, the video replaying in screen. It creates a few knowing chuckles, and head shakes which go undetected by the unsuspecting teens.
“What did you bet?” A cousin asks.
“20, for each of us,” his nephew supplies, gleefully.
“Alright then,” his niece bounds onto her knees, hands resting on the back of the couch to look determinedly at Jake, “show us.”
You feel Jake’s fingers squeeze your waist lightly, and you look to meet twinkling green eyes.
“Oblige me?” He asks, “I’ll share my winnings,” he says to a snort of protest from the teens.
“I want 80%,” you caution him before stepping away, crossing the space to the other end of the vast living room.
“Watch and learn kiddos,” you see Jake say, throwing a wink to the two teens. You glance towards the side, to see amused grins colouring the features of the few cousins, Emma and Grace who are standing off towards the side.
It happens, Jake begins striding towards you, his pace slightly brisk, legs bringing him across the foyer in easy steps, before he bends, arm circling your leg, going beneath your butt cheek, and hoisting you up easily; you throw your arms around his neck in response, anchoring yourself, just as he tilts his head up for a kiss, which you meet by giving him a peck on his lips.
“No way,” you hear the teens exclaim, while grumbling, jaws slack in slightly shock.
“Pay up,” Jake turns, you still secure in his arms, as he grins at the teens.
“You really should pay more attention to Grandma’s photos,” Emma supplies with a laugh as she tilts her head towards a row of photos sitting atop a nearby mantle, “rightmost.”
You see the teens squint, only for their jaws to drop further open, as they catch sight of a picture of you and Jake from years ago, him in his football attire, with you hoisted up against him in one of his arms, you both grinning at each other in pure, unadulterated teen excitement.
The teens sigh dramatically as Jake takes a step back closer to them.
“I don’t have cash with me,” one protests.
“Venmo,” Jake drawls, as he bends his knees slightly to set you down.
“Uncle Jaaaaake,” his niece whines, as the adults standing at the side filter back around to settle into various parts of the living room.
“A bet is a bet,” Jake laughs, as he turns to kiss the side of your temple.
Inspired by this picture basically. In my mind, this is flyboy!Jake, because he is easy and my comfort character - but you can imagine him / read him as any Jake tbh. Credits to @lostinthefandoms11 for indulging my ideas that the slew of pictures from Glen’s sister’s ig has spawned.
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You are seated at one of the two chairs in front of the teacher’s table, nodding lightly, lips moving as you both exchange the necessary pleasantries while waiting for Jake to start the session. He had texted you just a minute ago - In the parking lot, see you soon - so you had both decided to wait, rather than begin, after all, you were both her last parent-teacher conference for the day.
Both your heads, you and Ms McKenzie’s, snap towards the door as it creaks open. Jake pokes his head in first, eyes darting around the room, only settling when they find you. You see the sparkle in his greens, the crinkle in the skin beside his eyes before a smile slips onto his lips.
“Sorry I’m late,” he says, voice kept more neutral, further away from his usual drawl because of the setting.
“No worries Mr Seresin,” Ms McKenzie’s voice floats into the air, just that bit breathier and a pitch higher than she had it when speaking to you. You hear the slightest hitch in her breathe as Jake flashes her a polite smile, the rest of his body stepping into the classroom. You really can’t blame her - he looks delightful, hair damp, bits of it casually sticking out from having run a towel over and his fingers through quickly, dark casual button up with just that one button too much open, paired with a set of form fitting dark jeans.
Jake makes his way towards you both, but he doesn’t sit immediately. He reaches for you first to place a hand on the backing of your chair, fingers gently brushing your back as he leans down to kiss you hello. It is a quick kiss on your lips, but something that manages to feel way too intimate with just one other person seated across the table, her gaze directly on you both. Your smile grows the moment your lips meet his. Jake sits, keeping his hand anchored on the back of your chair, and you slide your hand to come to a loose rest on his jean clad thigh. There is a scraping sound against the floor as Jake drags yours chair just that few inches closer towards him. The classroom and teacher in front of him weren’t going to stop Jake Seresin from being him.
His movement is so natural, but Ms McKenzie’s gaze moves along with your chair. Her gaze dips to the hand which you hand which you have on Jake’s thigh and you see the flutter of a frown cross her features. You aren’t the only one who sees it, judging by the shift of Jake’s leg which deliberately drops your hand further down his inner thigh. You find yourself stifling a chuckle as you feel the pads of Jake’s fingers massage your back gently.
“So, you were saying Ms McKenzie?” Jake cuts the silence and her frown, his interjection making the teacher clear her throat hurriedly as she busies herself with picking up the sheets of paper she has in front of her.
“Ye-yes, as I was saying…”
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“So,” you wait until you hear the click of the classroom door close behind the both of you before you continue, “Mr Seresin,” you say while batting your eyes at Jake.
It makes him grin, with a slightly raised brow before he takes a step froward in a singular, smooth motion, his body pivoting to press you against the wall of the empty hallway. Your back lands against the cool wall, Jake’s hands slipping onto your waist, and your hands going instinctively up his chest.
“I see my wife has decided to amuse herself by mocking me,” Jake states, his lips skimming across your cheekbone, kissing their way behind your ear, and against the column of your neck.
It makes you chuckle as you tilt your head ever so slightly to allow Jake’s lips better access - married, children under both your belts, and you both are still unable to keep your hands off each other.
Jake brings his head up from pressing a kiss to your neck and you let your lips meet him in hello, properly greeting him for the first time today. He had left too early for base in the morning for you to have caught him.
“One of my most enjoyable hobbies,” you say, between the first kiss and the second which Jake goes in for without hesitation. “You know she wants you to coach the soccer team because she’ll get to spend more time with you, don’t you?”
You tease as Jake presses his body more firmly into yours, his hand skimming from your waist and up your side before it comes to cup the side of your face, his fingers slotting themselves through your hair behind your ear, massaging gently as you lean into his touch; you let your hand drops to his front.
“And I said no because I much rather spend that time with my wife.”
“Is that so,” you hum in response, your hands pressing against his abdomen. After years and children later, Jake still boasted an impressive physique, less lean than he had been years ago, and slightly thicker, but no less attractive.
“Affirmative M’am,” Jake cocks to his head to a side a lazy grin on his features.
“And if your little gremlin was any less of a monster on the soccer field than she is now?” You ask, picking up the nickname you both had for your youngest daughter. Jake was competitive, and you knew part of the reason he said no to coaching, the first being Ms McKenzie’s obvious attraction, was that there really was no need - not with the absolutely fiend your youngest was on the field. All your children had gotten Jake’s athletic ability, but your youngest - well, there was a reason even her grandma had nicknamed her your little terror.
“Well, she gets that from her mother,” Jake says in jest, leaning in to kiss your forehead before moving his lips down to yours again. If anything, she got it from him. This kiss is soft, gentle, drawn out, and he pulls away leaving you wanting more.
“Dinner?” He asks, as he steps away and extends his hand towards you, the knowledge that your children were at home, under the watchful eye of the babysitter. You take it, fingers tangling with Jake’s. Jake loved his children, but without a doubt, his first priority had always been, and was still, you.
i have saved down a few draft ideas but no time to write them (in addition to the 10000000 asks and drafts i WANT TO WRITE but have no time) but flyboy jake’s first son is called Jacob, fight me on this.
because he is just like jake, but also a whole different human being. of course he has the same colour eyes, hair, he grows up to be slightly taller, but equally fit with the same about of boyish cockiness to him. same drawl, same smirk, same scowl (which Seresin kid does not have those anyway)
jake loves all his children, but the first you call your little jacob, jakey, no m’am, jake is all like >:( no!!! wait what!!!! and so, little jacob’s nickname becomes koby or jayjay at home, because no matter how old you and jake get, no matter how many kids you have between you both - he will always be your jakey
