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give it a read if you haven’t already, it’s one of my favorites so far.

the way he loves you

Summary: The Dagger Squad starts to notice the subtle ways Jake Seresin shows his love for you, from quiet moments at home to stolen glances at the Hard Deck. As each of them pieces it together, they realize Jake isn’t just Hangman—he’s yours.

Warnings: use of Y/N, she/her, fluff.

Word count: 1121 (oops i got a bit carried away)

A/N: someone reposted my last “curious gazes” and requested one with all the daggers, and i’ve been thinking about it ever since. i finally got time to write it so i hope you enjoy, i’ve been loving these!!

***

Jake “Hangman” Seresin had a reputation for being bold and larger than life. To most, nothing more than a cocky, overconfident pilot, the kind of guy who never seemed to take life too seriously. But when the Daggers met you, they began to see a side of Jake they’d never expected—a side that made them realize there was far more to him than they ever realized.

And it happened in little moments, each one chipping away at the image of Hangman and revealing Jake.

***

Phoenix

Natasha had always been sharp. She could read people easily, and Jake was no exception. She’d noticed the changes in him before anyone else: how he wasn’t as quick to boast, how he lingered on his phone more often, smiling at something no one else could see.

Still, it wasn’t until that night at the Hard Deck that she put the pieces together.

Jake walked in with you by his side, and Natasha immediately noticed the way he looked at you. It wasn’t the casual charm he used on everyone else—it was softer, almost reverent.

“Guys, this is Y/N,” Jake said, his voice filled with a kind of pride that made Natasha blink in surprise.

You smiled and waved, introducing yourself as Jake’s girlfriend, though you didn’t need to. Natasha had already figured it out.

She watched as Jake stayed close to you all night, not in his usual attention-seeking way, but quietly, as if he couldn’t bear to let you out of his sight. When you laughed, he leaned in just a little closer. When you spoke, he listened like your words were the most important thing in the world.

Later, as Jake brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek and a soft smile, Natasha smirked and leaned over to Bob. “He’s gone.”

Bob

Bob Floyd noticed it in the details, in the quiet moments that others might overlook.

When Jake and you invited the squad over for dinner, Bob didn’t know what to expect. He’d never pictured Jake as the hosting type, but as he stepped into your cozy home, he could tell this was different.

“Make yourself at home,” you said warmly, handing Bob a glass of sweet tea.

Jake was in the kitchen, wearing an apron—an apron, of all things—as he stirred something on the stove. Bob couldn’t hide his surprise.

“You’re domesticated, Seresin,” Rooster teased, leaning against the counter.

Jake smirked without looking up. “Happy wife, happy life,” he said easily, earning a laugh from you.

“Not your wife yet,” you teased.

“Yet,” Jake said, glancing at you with a grin and tossing you a wink that made Bob’s chest ache with secondhand fondness.

Bob noticed the way you moved around each other, wordlessly passing utensils and dishes, finishing each other’s sentences. There was a quiet rhythm to it, a kind of unspoken understanding that came from deep love and trust.

When dessert came out, Jake set the plate in front of you first, brushing a kiss to your temple. Bob caught the way you smiled, the way Jake’s hand lingered on yours for just a moment longer than necessary.

Bob glanced at Phoenix, who raised her eyebrows knowingly. “That’s love,” she whispered, and Bob couldn’t agree more.

Rooster

Bradley Bradshaw noticed it during a pool game at the Hard Deck.

Jake had always been competitive, but tonight, he wasn’t playing to win against the squad—he was playing to impress you.

Every shot he made, he’d glance over at you, his grin widening when you clapped or cheered. But it wasn’t just the showmanship that caught Bradley’s attention. It was the way Jake handed you the pool cue, guiding you through your shots with a patience Bradley hadn’t thought him capable of.

“Am I doing this right?” you asked, laughing as you tried to line up your shot.

“You’re perfect,” Jake said softly, his voice so low that only you and Bradley heard.

Bradley rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the grin tugging at his lips. “You’re whipped, Seresin.”

“And happy about it,” Jake shot back, winking.

Bradley couldn’t argue with that.

Payback & Fanboy

Fanboy and Payback noticed it on the beach.

It was a rare day off, and the squad had decided to hit the sand for some football and relaxation. You’d tagged along, sitting under an umbrella with a book in hand while the others played.

Jake kept sneaking glances at you between plays, his grin growing every time you looked up and smiled.

When the game ended, Jake jogged over to you, dropping to his knees in the sand beside your chair. “Having fun?” he asked, brushing sand off his hands.

You smiled, closing your book. “Always, when I’m with you.”

Mickey nudged Reuben, jerking his chin toward the two of you. “Look at him. That’s not the Hangman we know.”

“Nope,” Reuben said with a grin. “That’s Jake. Big difference.”

Coyote

Javy had known from the beginning.

He’d been there when Jake first mentioned you, his voice tinged with something Javy hadn’t heard before: vulnerability. He’d watched as Jake navigated the early days of your relationship, unsure of himself in a way that was both endearing and rare.

At a barbecue one weekend, Javy pulled Jake aside, nodding toward you as you chatted with Phoenix and Bob.

“She’s good for you, man,” Javy said.

Jake nodded, his gaze fixed on you. “Yeah. She is.”

“You ever gonna tell her how whipped you are?” Javy teased.

Jake smirked. “She already knows, no need to say it.”

The Moment They All Realized

The squad’s collective realization came during another gathering at your house.

It was late, and the group was sprawled across the living room, laughing and swapping stories. You were in the kitchen, tidying up, when Jake disappeared without a word.

A few minutes later, he returned with a dish towel over his shoulder, carefully carrying a handful of freshly washed glasses.

“Need a hand, sweetheart?” he asked, walking straight to you.

The room went silent as the squad watched him press a kiss to your temple before helping you dry the dishes.

Phoenix broke the silence first. “Holy shit. He’s a househusband.”

The room erupted in laughter, and Jake looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “Jealous?”

“Absolutely,” Natasha said, grinning.

As the laughter died down, Javy raised his beer. “To Y/N,” he said.

You looked up, surprised. “To me?”

Javy nodded. “Yeah. You turned Hangman into Jake. And we love you for it.”

The squad cheered, and as Jake’s hand found yours, you squeezed it, your heart full.

Because while Jake might not have always been the loudest about his love, the people who mattered most could see it clear as day.

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HAHA this actually made me giggle thank you so much hehe

the way he loves you

Summary: The Dagger Squad starts to notice the subtle ways Jake Seresin shows his love for you, from quiet moments at home to stolen glances at the Hard Deck. As each of them pieces it together, they realize Jake isn’t just Hangman—he’s yours.

Warnings: use of Y/N, she/her, fluff.

Word count: 1121 (oops i got a bit carried away)

A/N: someone reposted my last “curious gazes” and requested one with all the daggers, and i’ve been thinking about it ever since. i finally got time to write it so i hope you enjoy, i’ve been loving these!!

***

Jake “Hangman” Seresin had a reputation for being bold and larger than life. To most, nothing more than a cocky, overconfident pilot, the kind of guy who never seemed to take life too seriously. But when the Daggers met you, they began to see a side of Jake they’d never expected—a side that made them realize there was far more to him than they ever realized.

And it happened in little moments, each one chipping away at the image of Hangman and revealing Jake.

***

Phoenix

Natasha had always been sharp. She could read people easily, and Jake was no exception. She’d noticed the changes in him before anyone else: how he wasn’t as quick to boast, how he lingered on his phone more often, smiling at something no one else could see.

Still, it wasn’t until that night at the Hard Deck that she put the pieces together.

Jake walked in with you by his side, and Natasha immediately noticed the way he looked at you. It wasn’t the casual charm he used on everyone else—it was softer, almost reverent.

“Guys, this is Y/N,” Jake said, his voice filled with a kind of pride that made Natasha blink in surprise.

You smiled and waved, introducing yourself as Jake’s girlfriend, though you didn’t need to. Natasha had already figured it out.

She watched as Jake stayed close to you all night, not in his usual attention-seeking way, but quietly, as if he couldn’t bear to let you out of his sight. When you laughed, he leaned in just a little closer. When you spoke, he listened like your words were the most important thing in the world.

Later, as Jake brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek and a soft smile, Natasha smirked and leaned over to Bob. “He’s gone.”

Bob

Bob Floyd noticed it in the details, in the quiet moments that others might overlook.

When Jake and you invited the squad over for dinner, Bob didn’t know what to expect. He’d never pictured Jake as the hosting type, but as he stepped into your cozy home, he could tell this was different.

“Make yourself at home,” you said warmly, handing Bob a glass of sweet tea.

Jake was in the kitchen, wearing an apron—an apron, of all things—as he stirred something on the stove. Bob couldn’t hide his surprise.

“You’re domesticated, Seresin,” Rooster teased, leaning against the counter.

Jake smirked without looking up. “Happy wife, happy life,” he said easily, earning a laugh from you.

“Not your wife yet,” you teased.

“Yet,” Jake said, glancing at you with a grin and tossing you a wink that made Bob’s chest ache with secondhand fondness.

Bob noticed the way you moved around each other, wordlessly passing utensils and dishes, finishing each other’s sentences. There was a quiet rhythm to it, a kind of unspoken understanding that came from deep love and trust.

When dessert came out, Jake set the plate in front of you first, brushing a kiss to your temple. Bob caught the way you smiled, the way Jake’s hand lingered on yours for just a moment longer than necessary.

Bob glanced at Phoenix, who raised her eyebrows knowingly. “That’s love,” she whispered, and Bob couldn’t agree more.

Rooster

Bradley Bradshaw noticed it during a pool game at the Hard Deck.

Jake had always been competitive, but tonight, he wasn’t playing to win against the squad—he was playing to impress you.

Every shot he made, he’d glance over at you, his grin widening when you clapped or cheered. But it wasn’t just the showmanship that caught Bradley’s attention. It was the way Jake handed you the pool cue, guiding you through your shots with a patience Bradley hadn’t thought him capable of.

“Am I doing this right?” you asked, laughing as you tried to line up your shot.

“You’re perfect,” Jake said softly, his voice so low that only you and Bradley heard.

Bradley rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the grin tugging at his lips. “You’re whipped, Seresin.”

“And happy about it,” Jake shot back, winking.

Bradley couldn’t argue with that.

Payback & Fanboy

Fanboy and Payback noticed it on the beach.

It was a rare day off, and the squad had decided to hit the sand for some football and relaxation. You’d tagged along, sitting under an umbrella with a book in hand while the others played.

Jake kept sneaking glances at you between plays, his grin growing every time you looked up and smiled.

When the game ended, Jake jogged over to you, dropping to his knees in the sand beside your chair. “Having fun?” he asked, brushing sand off his hands.

You smiled, closing your book. “Always, when I’m with you.”

Mickey nudged Reuben, jerking his chin toward the two of you. “Look at him. That’s not the Hangman we know.”

“Nope,” Reuben said with a grin. “That’s Jake. Big difference.”

Coyote

Javy had known from the beginning.

He’d been there when Jake first mentioned you, his voice tinged with something Javy hadn’t heard before: vulnerability. He’d watched as Jake navigated the early days of your relationship, unsure of himself in a way that was both endearing and rare.

At a barbecue one weekend, Javy pulled Jake aside, nodding toward you as you chatted with Phoenix and Bob.

“She’s good for you, man,” Javy said.

Jake nodded, his gaze fixed on you. “Yeah. She is.”

“You ever gonna tell her how whipped you are?” Javy teased.

Jake smirked. “She already knows, no need to say it.”

The Moment They All Realized

The squad’s collective realization came during another gathering at your house.

It was late, and the group was sprawled across the living room, laughing and swapping stories. You were in the kitchen, tidying up, when Jake disappeared without a word.

A few minutes later, he returned with a dish towel over his shoulder, carefully carrying a handful of freshly washed glasses.

“Need a hand, sweetheart?” he asked, walking straight to you.

The room went silent as the squad watched him press a kiss to your temple before helping you dry the dishes.

Phoenix broke the silence first. “Holy shit. He’s a househusband.”

The room erupted in laughter, and Jake looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “Jealous?”

“Absolutely,” Natasha said, grinning.

As the laughter died down, Javy raised his beer. “To Y/N,” he said.

You looked up, surprised. “To me?”

Javy nodded. “Yeah. You turned Hangman into Jake. And we love you for it.”

The squad cheered, and as Jake’s hand found yours, you squeezed it, your heart full.

Because while Jake might not have always been the loudest about his love, the people who mattered most could see it clear as day.

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not a chance

summary: jake seresin, from the day he was at his first wedding witnessing a grown man cry, swore that would never be him. why would he cry?…until his wedding rolled around.

wc: 496.

warnings: she/her, language (barely).

a/n: i’ve been wanting to write a little wedding fic for jake so bad and i finally got around to doing it because i missed you guys so so bad. i apologize for being so busy but i hope this makes up for it…i hope you love it 🥹💐.

**

Jake Seresin swore—swore—he would never be that guy.

He was eight years old the first time he saw a grown man cry at a wedding. His uncle had been standing at the altar, stiff-backed and composed, right up until the moment the bride appeared at the end of the aisle. Then, just like that, the man crumbled, wiping at his face like a kid who’d just skinned his knee.

Jake had tugged at his mother’s sleeve, whispering, “What the heck? That’s weird.”

His mom had only smiled, smoothing down his unruly blond hair. “One day, you’ll understand, sweetheart.”

No. He wouldn’t.

Jake Seresin did not cry. Not for scraped knees, not for breakups, not even for funerals. Emotions were meant to be kept in check, neatly folded away like his Navy dress whites.

**

Which is why, as he stood at the altar on his wedding day, he refused to be that guy.

Coyote, standing beside him as best man, had already predicted otherwise.

“You’re gonna cry, Hangman,” he’d said, clapping Jake on the shoulder before the ceremony started.

“Not a chance,” Jake had shot back, adjusting his cuffs.

Coyote had just grinned. “I got tissues in my pocket, just in case.”

Jake rolled his eyes.

And now, here he was—steady, controlled, completely fine.

Until the music changed.

Until everyone stood.

Until the doors at the end of the aisle opened, and there she was.

His girl. His wife-to-be.

Jake barely got the first glimpse of her before something tight wrapped around his chest, knocking the air clean out of his lungs.

He blinked once. Twice. Oh, hell no.

The dress was perfect, but it wasn’t the dress that did him in. It was her. The way she glowed like she was made of sunlight. The way her eyes found his instantly, like he was the only person in the world.

And just like that, he was gone.

His throat tightened. His vision blurred. No, no, no—A single tear slipped free before he could stop it.

Then another.

Shit.

He sucked in a sharp breath, jaw clenching.

Coyote let out a quiet snicker came from beside him.

Jake barely spared him a glance before a tissue was subtly pressed into his hand.

“Told you so, J” Coyote whispered.

Jake let out a shaky laugh, shaking his head, but he didn’t fight it anymore.

Because as his bride walked toward him, as the love of his life smiled at him like he was everything, he realized:

This? This was worth breaking his rule for.

**

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manifesting

summary: from the moment he laid eyes on you, he just knew, and he’s only ever referred to you as his wife.

warnings: she/her, mention of bars (idk), fluff fluff fluff!

word count: 521.

a/n: long time no see! i knewww i had to write something and this idea has been stuck in my noggin for quite a while. happy valentine’s day and i hope you love it!

***

The first time Jake Seresin saw you, he knew.

He hadn’t even spoken to you yet—hadn’t had the chance. You were laughing at something your friend said, eyes crinkling at the corners as you leaned against the bar at the Hard Deck, completely unaware of the way Jake was standing there, beer halfway to his lips, suddenly frozen in place.

That’s my wife.

The thought came out of nowhere, knocking the breath out of his chest. It wasn’t like him to get caught off guard, but here he was, struck dumb in the middle of the bar, watching you exist like you were placed on this Earth just for him.

The worst part? He didn’t even have the nerve to walk up and say hello.

Oh, he tried. Multiple times. But every time he got close, you were either walking away, mid-conversation with someone else, or—God forbid—he chickened out at the last second. He, Jake Seresin, who had never been shy a day in his life, had turned into a complete coward over one woman.

Still, it never stopped him from calling you what he knew you were.

Over the next few weeks, his friends caught on.

“Hangman, who the hell are you looking for?” Rooster asked one night, watching as Jake’s eyes scanned the Hard Deck like he was on a mission.

“My wife,” he answered simply.

Natasha choked on her drink. “Your what?”

“My wife,” he repeated like it was obvious. “She’s usually here on Thursdays.”

Phoenix’s eyes narrowed. “You mean that girl you won’t even talk to?”

Jake gave her a slow, lazy grin. “Manifesting, darlin’.”

Natasha and Rooster exchanged looks, then promptly burst into laughter.

“You’re ridiculous,” Rooster muttered, shaking his head.

But Jake didn’t care. Because deep down, he knew it was only a matter of time.

—

Years later, Jake leaned against the kitchen counter of the house you now shared, watching as you laughed at him—full-on, doubled-over, tears-in-your-eyes laughing.

“Wait, wait—” You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. “You’re telling me that for months before we even spoke, you were going around calling me your wife?”

Jake shrugged, sipping his coffee like it wasn’t a big deal. “Worked, didn’t it?”

You gaped at him, still half-laughing, half-astonished. “Jake. You manifested our relationship.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying, sweetheart,” he said, ever so smug.

You shook your head, stepping closer until you were standing between his legs, hands resting on his chest. “So, let me get this straight—you saw me once, decided I was going to marry you, and just… ran with it?”

Jake set his coffee down and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Darlin’, the second I laid eyes on you, I knew there was no way in hell I was lettin’ you be anything but mine.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in them betrayed you. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” he said, brushing a kiss against your forehead. “But I was right, wasn’t I?”

You huffed a small laugh, leaning into him. “Yeah, yeah. You were right.”

Jake grinned, pressing his lips to yours. “Told ya.”

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the way he loves you

Summary: The Dagger Squad starts to notice the subtle ways Jake Seresin shows his love for you, from quiet moments at home to stolen glances at the Hard Deck. As each of them pieces it together, they realize Jake isn’t just Hangman—he’s yours.

Warnings: use of Y/N, she/her, fluff.

Word count: 1121 (oops i got a bit carried away)

A/N: someone reposted my last “curious gazes” and requested one with all the daggers, and i’ve been thinking about it ever since. i finally got time to write it so i hope you enjoy, i’ve been loving these!!

***

Jake “Hangman” Seresin had a reputation for being bold and larger than life. To most, nothing more than a cocky, overconfident pilot, the kind of guy who never seemed to take life too seriously. But when the Daggers met you, they began to see a side of Jake they’d never expected—a side that made them realize there was far more to him than they ever realized.

And it happened in little moments, each one chipping away at the image of Hangman and revealing Jake.

***

Phoenix

Natasha had always been sharp. She could read people easily, and Jake was no exception. She’d noticed the changes in him before anyone else: how he wasn’t as quick to boast, how he lingered on his phone more often, smiling at something no one else could see.

Still, it wasn’t until that night at the Hard Deck that she put the pieces together.

Jake walked in with you by his side, and Natasha immediately noticed the way he looked at you. It wasn’t the casual charm he used on everyone else—it was softer, almost reverent.

“Guys, this is Y/N,” Jake said, his voice filled with a kind of pride that made Natasha blink in surprise.

You smiled and waved, introducing yourself as Jake’s girlfriend, though you didn’t need to. Natasha had already figured it out.

She watched as Jake stayed close to you all night, not in his usual attention-seeking way, but quietly, as if he couldn’t bear to let you out of his sight. When you laughed, he leaned in just a little closer. When you spoke, he listened like your words were the most important thing in the world.

Later, as Jake brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek and a soft smile, Natasha smirked and leaned over to Bob. “He’s gone.”

Bob

Bob Floyd noticed it in the details, in the quiet moments that others might overlook.

When Jake and you invited the squad over for dinner, Bob didn’t know what to expect. He’d never pictured Jake as the hosting type, but as he stepped into your cozy home, he could tell this was different.

“Make yourself at home,” you said warmly, handing Bob a glass of sweet tea.

Jake was in the kitchen, wearing an apron—an apron, of all things—as he stirred something on the stove. Bob couldn’t hide his surprise.

“You’re domesticated, Seresin,” Rooster teased, leaning against the counter.

Jake smirked without looking up. “Happy wife, happy life,” he said easily, earning a laugh from you.

“Not your wife yet,” you teased.

“Yet,” Jake said, glancing at you with a grin and tossing you a wink that made Bob’s chest ache with secondhand fondness.

Bob noticed the way you moved around each other, wordlessly passing utensils and dishes, finishing each other’s sentences. There was a quiet rhythm to it, a kind of unspoken understanding that came from deep love and trust.

When dessert came out, Jake set the plate in front of you first, brushing a kiss to your temple. Bob caught the way you smiled, the way Jake’s hand lingered on yours for just a moment longer than necessary.

Bob glanced at Phoenix, who raised her eyebrows knowingly. “That’s love,” she whispered, and Bob couldn’t agree more.

Rooster

Bradley Bradshaw noticed it during a pool game at the Hard Deck.

Jake had always been competitive, but tonight, he wasn’t playing to win against the squad—he was playing to impress you.

Every shot he made, he’d glance over at you, his grin widening when you clapped or cheered. But it wasn’t just the showmanship that caught Bradley’s attention. It was the way Jake handed you the pool cue, guiding you through your shots with a patience Bradley hadn’t thought him capable of.

“Am I doing this right?” you asked, laughing as you tried to line up your shot.

“You’re perfect,” Jake said softly, his voice so low that only you and Bradley heard.

Bradley rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the grin tugging at his lips. “You’re whipped, Seresin.”

“And happy about it,” Jake shot back, winking.

Bradley couldn’t argue with that.

Payback & Fanboy

Fanboy and Payback noticed it on the beach.

It was a rare day off, and the squad had decided to hit the sand for some football and relaxation. You’d tagged along, sitting under an umbrella with a book in hand while the others played.

Jake kept sneaking glances at you between plays, his grin growing every time you looked up and smiled.

When the game ended, Jake jogged over to you, dropping to his knees in the sand beside your chair. “Having fun?” he asked, brushing sand off his hands.

You smiled, closing your book. “Always, when I’m with you.”

Mickey nudged Reuben, jerking his chin toward the two of you. “Look at him. That’s not the Hangman we know.”

“Nope,” Reuben said with a grin. “That’s Jake. Big difference.”

Coyote

Javy had known from the beginning.

He’d been there when Jake first mentioned you, his voice tinged with something Javy hadn’t heard before: vulnerability. He’d watched as Jake navigated the early days of your relationship, unsure of himself in a way that was both endearing and rare.

At a barbecue one weekend, Javy pulled Jake aside, nodding toward you as you chatted with Phoenix and Bob.

“She’s good for you, man,” Javy said.

Jake nodded, his gaze fixed on you. “Yeah. She is.”

“You ever gonna tell her how whipped you are?” Javy teased.

Jake smirked. “She already knows, no need to say it.”

The Moment They All Realized

The squad’s collective realization came during another gathering at your house.

It was late, and the group was sprawled across the living room, laughing and swapping stories. You were in the kitchen, tidying up, when Jake disappeared without a word.

A few minutes later, he returned with a dish towel over his shoulder, carefully carrying a handful of freshly washed glasses.

“Need a hand, sweetheart?” he asked, walking straight to you.

The room went silent as the squad watched him press a kiss to your temple before helping you dry the dishes.

Phoenix broke the silence first. “Holy shit. He’s a househusband.”

The room erupted in laughter, and Jake looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “Jealous?”

“Absolutely,” Natasha said, grinning.

As the laughter died down, Javy raised his beer. “To Y/N,” he said.

You looked up, surprised. “To me?”

Javy nodded. “Yeah. You turned Hangman into Jake. And we love you for it.”

The squad cheered, and as Jake’s hand found yours, you squeezed it, your heart full.

Because while Jake might not have always been the loudest about his love, the people who mattered most could see it clear as day.

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this is so sweet, thank you so much! i will definitely work on one with the daggers ☺️💐.

through her eyes

warnings: she/her used, different pov, use of Y/N, fluff

wc: 795.

a/n: okay i really love the way this came out and i had so much fun writing it! i wanted to give a “different perspective” storytelling a shot and i did my best to really capture how much jake loves his sweetheart! let me know what you think! <3

inspired by @erodasfishtacos “curious gazes”

***

The first time Jake Seresin stepped into the building, it was a quiet Tuesday afternoon. I was sitting at my desk, scrolling through emails and counting down the hours until my shift ended.

Then the front doors swung open, and in he walked.

I don’t think anyone could ignore him if they tried. Blond, tall, with a confident ease in the way he carried himself, like he didn’t just belong here—he belonged anywhere he set foot. He was wearing a crisp button-down and jeans that fit him too perfectly for someone who clearly didn’t overthink his wardrobe.

“Excuse me,” he said, flashing a polite smile as he approached my desk. “I’m looking for Y/N.”

There was something about his voice that matched his presence—warm and strong but not overbearing.

“She’s on the fourth floor,” I said, trying to match his calm demeanor. “Do you need me to call her down?”

“If you wouldn’t mind,” he said with a short nod, and his smile deepened, the kind that made me think he was used to people bending over backward for him.

When Y/N came down, she looked surprised to see him. But the moment her eyes met his, something shifted. She didn’t even have to say anything—her whole face softened, like his presence alone was enough to ease whatever tension she’d been carrying.

“Jake,” she said, her voice quieter than I’d ever heard it.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he replied, and the way he said it left no room for doubt about who he was to her.

***

After that, Jake became a regular.

Sometimes he’d pop in unexpectedly, and other times he’d send Y/N a quick text to let her know he was on his way. Either way, I could always tell when he was coming—Y/N would suddenly seem lighter, smiling more often when she would have to come down on my floor for the occasional paperwork.

He was always kind to me, too.

“Hey there,” he’d say, greeting me like an old friend. “How’s it going today?”

And we’d chat for a few minutes while he signed the visitor log or waited for Y/N to wrap up a meeting. He’d ask me about my weekend, recommend a good barbecue spot he’d found, or joke about how he should just get a key to the building at this point.

But the most striking thing about Jake was the way he looked at Y/N.

It wasn’t just the obvious affection—the little smiles, the way he always leaned in when she spoke, the way he’d reach for her hand as soon as she appeared. It was the way he watched her when she didn’t notice, like she was the only thing that mattered in a room full of people.

One time, she was running late, and he ended up waiting at my desk for almost half an hour. He didn’t seem annoyed—just leaned against the counter, looking perfectly content to stand there.

“She’s worth the wait,” he said when I apologized for the delay.

***

Over time, I noticed how he’d settled into Y/N’s world seamlessly, like he’d always been there.

He didn’t just wait for her—he supported her. He’d bring her coffee when she had early meetings, offer to help carry her work bag, and even joke with her coworkers when they passed by.

“You’ve got a good one there,” one of her colleagues said to me once after Jake had left.

“Tell me about it,” I replied.

***

But what stuck with me most was the way he knew her, truly knew her.

One Friday afternoon, Y/N came downstairs looking unusually tired. She plastered on a smile, but Jake saw right through it.

“Long day?” he asked, his voice soft as he stepped toward her.

She nodded, letting out a sigh. “One of those weeks.”

Jake didn’t press for details—he just pulled her into a hug, holding her like he had all the time in the world.

“C’mon,” he said after a moment. “Let’s get out of here. I’ll take you to that taco truck you love.”

She laughed, and it was the kind of laugh that carried relief, like she already felt better just standing next to him.

By the time they walked out the door, I was smiling too.

Because if there was one thing I’d learned from watching Jake and Y/N over the months, it was this:

Love wasn’t just in the grand gestures or the big moments. It was in the little things—the way he looked at her, the way he listened, the way he made her feel like she was the most important person in the world.

And even from my spot at the front desk, it was clear as day that Jake Seresin loved her with everything he had.

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through her eyes

warnings: she/her used, different pov, use of Y/N, fluff

wc: 795.

a/n: okay i really love the way this came out and i had so much fun writing it! i wanted to give a “different perspective” storytelling a shot and i did my best to really capture how much jake loves his sweetheart! let me know what you think! <3

inspired by @erodasfishtacos “curious gazes”

***

The first time Jake Seresin stepped into the building, it was a quiet Tuesday afternoon. I was sitting at my desk, scrolling through emails and counting down the hours until my shift ended.

Then the front doors swung open, and in he walked.

I don’t think anyone could ignore him if they tried. Blond, tall, with a confident ease in the way he carried himself, like he didn’t just belong here—he belonged anywhere he set foot. He was wearing a crisp button-down and jeans that fit him too perfectly for someone who clearly didn’t overthink his wardrobe.

“Excuse me,” he said, flashing a polite smile as he approached my desk. “I’m looking for Y/N.”

There was something about his voice that matched his presence—warm and strong but not overbearing.

“She’s on the fourth floor,” I said, trying to match his calm demeanor. “Do you need me to call her down?”

“If you wouldn’t mind,” he said with a short nod, and his smile deepened, the kind that made me think he was used to people bending over backward for him.

When Y/N came down, she looked surprised to see him. But the moment her eyes met his, something shifted. She didn’t even have to say anything—her whole face softened, like his presence alone was enough to ease whatever tension she’d been carrying.

“Jake,” she said, her voice quieter than I’d ever heard it.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he replied, and the way he said it left no room for doubt about who he was to her.

***

After that, Jake became a regular.

Sometimes he’d pop in unexpectedly, and other times he’d send Y/N a quick text to let her know he was on his way. Either way, I could always tell when he was coming—Y/N would suddenly seem lighter, smiling more often when she would have to come down on my floor for the occasional paperwork.

He was always kind to me, too.

“Hey there,” he’d say, greeting me like an old friend. “How’s it going today?”

And we’d chat for a few minutes while he signed the visitor log or waited for Y/N to wrap up a meeting. He’d ask me about my weekend, recommend a good barbecue spot he’d found, or joke about how he should just get a key to the building at this point.

But the most striking thing about Jake was the way he looked at Y/N.

It wasn’t just the obvious affection—the little smiles, the way he always leaned in when she spoke, the way he’d reach for her hand as soon as she appeared. It was the way he watched her when she didn’t notice, like she was the only thing that mattered in a room full of people.

One time, she was running late, and he ended up waiting at my desk for almost half an hour. He didn’t seem annoyed—just leaned against the counter, looking perfectly content to stand there.

“She’s worth the wait,” he said when I apologized for the delay.

***

Over time, I noticed how he’d settled into Y/N’s world seamlessly, like he’d always been there.

He didn’t just wait for her—he supported her. He’d bring her coffee when she had early meetings, offer to help carry her work bag, and even joke with her coworkers when they passed by.

“You’ve got a good one there,” one of her colleagues said to me once after Jake had left.

“Tell me about it,” I replied.

***

But what stuck with me most was the way he knew her, truly knew her.

One Friday afternoon, Y/N came downstairs looking unusually tired. She plastered on a smile, but Jake saw right through it.

“Long day?” he asked, his voice soft as he stepped toward her.

She nodded, letting out a sigh. “One of those weeks.”

Jake didn’t press for details—he just pulled her into a hug, holding her like he had all the time in the world.

“C’mon,” he said after a moment. “Let’s get out of here. I’ll take you to that taco truck you love.”

She laughed, and it was the kind of laugh that carried relief, like she already felt better just standing next to him.

By the time they walked out the door, I was smiling too.

Because if there was one thing I’d learned from watching Jake and Y/N over the months, it was this:

Love wasn’t just in the grand gestures or the big moments. It was in the little things—the way he looked at her, the way he listened, the way he made her feel like she was the most important person in the world.

And even from my spot at the front desk, it was clear as day that Jake Seresin loved her with everything he had.

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little things

Summary: the small things that Jake does that differentiate him from "Hangman."

Warnings: NO use of y/n, she/her mentioned, established relationship

Word Count: 687

a/n: i really really love this one, i tried my best to capture my perception of jake! i hope you like it! :) reblogs, likes, and comments always appreciated <3.

***

Most people knew Jake as Hangman—cocky, confident, and never without a sarcastic quip ready for whatever challenge the world threw at him. In the skies, he was fearless, always a playful grin on his face. His reputation as an aviator was built on confidence, sharp skill, and an ego that matched his abilities. But, at home, when the door to your shared apartment clicked shut behind him, he was different. He was just Jake.

You had seen sides of him that the world never would. The small, tender things he did that no one could know but you. The things that made your heart swell without him ever realizing it.

It started with the little details—like when you came home after a long day and, no matter how tired and sore he was, he’d have dinner ready. It wasn’t some gourmet meal, just simple comfort food, but it was always exactly what you needed. As you walked through the door, you could smell it, the warmth of his effort filling the space before you even saw him.

“You’re late,” he’d joke, tossing you a mischievous grin over his shoulder as he stirred something in a pot. “Were you avoiding me again?”

“You know I’m not avoiding you, Seresin,” you’d say, crossing the room to wrap your arms around his waist. “Just had a long day.”

And there it was—the subtle shift. His hands would rest over yours for a moment before he’d lean back against you, taking a deep breath, like he was the one who needed this moment of calm, just as much as you did.

After dinner, when you’d lounge on the couch, he’d make sure to throw a blanket over you, even if it was just to watch TV or scroll through your phone. He wasn’t the type to show vulnerability in front of anyone else, but at home, there was a softness to him. Sometimes, when you reached for the remote, he’d catch your hand, fingers warm and steady. Without a word, he’d flip it to your favorite show—sometimes the same one you’d been watching all week—and lean back, content in the silence.

***

It wasn’t just the big gestures that made you fall deeper for him; it was the moments no one else would see. 

Or when you had a bad day, his way of comforting you wasn’t through words. Instead, he’d just pull you into his arms, his large hands brushing through your hair, holding you close until the tension melted from your shoulders. Sometimes he didn’t say a thing, just held you, knowing that was all you needed.

He’d get you a drink from your favorite place on his way home, he would grab your favorite snacks from the store without you asking, or leave notes on the bathroom mirror, small messages reminding you to have a good day or to take care of yourself. You never even had to ask for these things. They were just a part of him—quiet acts of love and care that made you realize how lucky you were to have him.

And even though he would always say it in a teasing way, there was no mistaking how much he meant it when he said, “I got your back, always.”

You could see it, in the way he’d lean over the counter when you were trying to figure out your day, his forehead furrowed in concentration, always making sure you had everything you needed, even when he was buried (sometimes suffocating) in his own responsibilities.

At home, Jake wasn’t Hangman. He wasn’t the confident, cocky aviator who ruled the skies. He was the man who tucked you into bed after a long day, who made sure your water bottle was filled before you fell asleep, who laughed at your jokes even when they were corny. And in those moments, when the world felt like too much, you knew you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

Because with Jake, it was the little things that made everything feel right.

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then and now

Summary: Jake Seresin and Bradley Bradshaw’s rivalry turned into a friendship over the years. You, Jake’s high school sweetheart, watched their bond grow from complaints about Bradley’s mustache to mutual respect, showing you how much Jake had changed.

warnings: established relationship, she/her used, no use of y/n, character growth (???), FLUFF!

a/n: happy new year!! my first fic of 2025...wow! i have had so much fun with this blog and thank you for all the love!! :) i hope you enjoy this cute little read!! <3

w/c: 960.

***

Jake Seresin’s career had taken him to some amazing places, but coming home to you was still his favorite.

He stood in the doorway of your shared home, his bag dropped on the floor with a thud, his khaki uniform slightly wrinkled from the long trip. The moment he saw you coming down the hall with that familiar smile, everything else faded.

“Missed me, sweetheart?” he drawled, the corners of his mouth lifting into a grin.

“Always,” you said, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. Jake chuckled, gently rubbing the small of your back.

As you stepped back, brushing his hair out of his face, you caught the tired look in his eyes. “Rough trip?”

Jake groaned, tossing his keys onto the entryway table. “Rough doesn’t even begin to cover it. Do you know who I got stuck with the entire time? Bradley 'stupid mustache' Bradshaw.”

Your brow furrowed and a grin lifted onto your lips at the newfound nickname. “Bradley? Goose’s son?”

“The very same,” Jake replied, running a hand through his hair. “He’s so smug. He acts like he’s God’s gift to naval aviation. Walks around with that stupid mustache like he’s in an ‘80s movie.”

You laughed, patting his chest. “You mean like you walk around acting like God’s gift to, well, everything?”

Jake’s jaw dropped in mock offense. “Hey, that’s different. I actually am God’s gift to everything.”

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head, but your smile gave you away. “What’s he done that’s got you so worked up?”

“Besides thinking he’s better than me at literally everything?” Jake started pacing, his hands gesturing wildly as he ranted. “He called me Hangman like it’s a bad thing, said I don’t have anyone’s back. Can you believe that? I’m a team player!”

You stifled another laugh, biting your lip. You’d known Jake since high school, long enough to know that his bravado was often just a cover for how much he really cared—about his work, his teammates, and, even when he wouldn’t admit it, his newfound rivalry with Bradley Bradshaw.

“You’re a lot of things, Jake,” you teased, “but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to actually try getting along with him?”

Jake scoffed, waving you off. “Not gonna happen.”

***

But over time, you watched that stance soften.

Years passed, and Jake’s stories about Bradley became less irritated and more… amused. By the time they were assigned to the same mission (and not just the occasional practice) in San Diego, the exasperation in his voice had been replaced with something suspiciously close to respect.

You caught on early, especially when Jake started calling Bradley by his callsign, Rooster. The first time he casually mentioned, “Rooster actually had my back in the air today,” you nearly dropped your mug.

“Wait, wait,” you interrupted, setting your coffee down. “You’re telling me Bradley ‘stupid mustache’ Bradshaw had your back? And you’re not complaining?”

Jake shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching like he was trying to suppress a smile. “I’m just saying, the guy’s not entirely useless.”

“Wow,” you teased, leaning against the counter. “High praise coming from you.”

Jake rolled his eyes, but you could see the shift. By the time he was recounting the mission where he and Bradley worked seamlessly together to save their team, you knew something had changed.

“You know,” you said one evening, as Jake lay on the couch with his head in your lap, “I think you like him now.”

Jake groaned, covering his face with a pillow. “Don’t start, sweetheart.”

“I’m serious!” you insisted, laughing as you tugged the pillow away. “You two are practically inseparable now. Admit it—you’re friends.”

Jake peeked up at you, his green eyes soft. “I didn’t say we’re not friends. But don’t go telling him that, alright? I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

You laughed, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

***

The first time you saw Jake and Bradley joking together in person, you almost didn’t recognize them. It was during a barbeque on the beach in San Diego, the whole squad and their partners gathered around the fire pit.

Jake was standing beside Bradley, both of them laughing as they recounted some ridiculous story about their mission. The easy camaraderie between them was a far cry from the complaints you used to hear.

“Unreal, isn’t it?” Phoenix said, nudging you with her shoulder as she handed you a drink.

“What is?” you asked, though you already knew.

“Those two. They were at each other’s throats when this started. Now? Thick as thieves.”

You smiled, watching Jake throw his arm around Bradley’s shoulders, tugging him closer in a playful headlock. “It’s definitely been a journey.”

When Jake caught you watching, he grinned and motioned for you to join them. “C’mere, honey. Rooster’s trying to convince me he’s the reason we’re still alive.”

“Because I am!” Bradley called, holding up his beer.

You walked over, shaking your head fondly. “I can’t believe this. Jake Seresin, willingly standing this close to Bradley Bradshaw? I think I need to sit down,” you say, dramatically feeling your forehead with the back of your hand.

Jake rolled his eyes, pulling you into his side. “Don’t let it go to your head, darlin’. I’m just humoring him.”

Bradley smirked. “Yeah, okay, Hangman. Whatever you need to tell yourself.”

As they launched into another round of playful banter, you leaned into Jake’s side, your heart full. Watching their friendship grow had been funny, sure, but it also reminded you of just how much Jake had grown over the years. From the cocky high school boy you fell in love with to the man standing beside you now, he’d built something meaningful—not just with you, but with the people who mattered most.

And if he occasionally complained about Bradley just to keep up appearances, well, that was fine by you.

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any other day

Summary: a chance encounter at a farmer's market leads to an unexpected connection between you and Jake Seresin, reminding you that sometimes the best things happen when you least expect them.

Word Count: 793.

Warnings: mild awkwardness. straight fluff hehe. use of she/her. NO use of y/n.

***

If it had been any other day, she would have missed it.

Any other day, she wouldn’t have been at the farmer’s market at all. Her Saturday mornings were usually reserved for errands or sleeping in. But something about the crisp, San Diego air tugged her out of bed and into the lively buzz of the market. Maybe it was the way the sky stretched, an uninterrupted canvas of blue, or the whisper of autumn in the breeze that felt too perfect to waste indoors. 

She wandered through the rows of stalls, her canvas tote growing heavy with fresh flowers and produce. The air smelled of roasted coffee beans from a nearby booth, mingling with the faint sweetness of late-season apples.

She turned a corner near the baked goods stall, distracted by the scent of cinnamon, and that’s when she saw him.

Jake Seresin.

Not that she knew his name yet, but the man was impossible to miss. He stood beside a stand selling jars of honey, and laughing with an older vendor who gestured animatedly to the rows of golden jars. The sound of his laugh carried, low and warm, like the hum of a favorite song.

It wasn’t just his laugh that caught her attention. It was the way he looked like he belonged in the golden glow of the morning–his olive green jacket rolled at the sleeves, jeans worn just right, and a baseball cap tugged low over sun-kissed blonde hair. He was casually leaning on the stall’s counter, listening intently as the vendor spoke, but something about the way he carried himself felt magnetic.

If it had been any other day, she wouldn’t have stopped to watch. But today, she lingered just a second longer, captivated.

It was in that second that his head turned, as if he’d sensed her gaze. His blue-green eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

She almost looked away–almost–but then he smiled. A slow, easy smile that made her breath catch in her throat.

Her lips quirked into a smile before she could help it. He straightened from his lean. He glanced at the jar in his hand, then back at her. “You ever had this stuff? It’s ridiculously good. They let you taste it if you ask nicely,” he teases, his voice carrying easily across the few feet of space between them.

“You’ve convinced me,” she says with a shrug of her shoulder, adjusting the canvas tote, stepping closer toward the stand. The vendor grinned and handed her a tiny wooden spoon with a dab of honey on it. She tasted it, and the sweetness bloomed across her tongue like sunlight.

“Okay, you were right,” she admitted. “That’s good.”

“Told you,” Jake said, grin widening.

They fell into an easy rhythm, talking as the vendor busied himself with other customers. Jake introduced himself and she found herself smiling more than she had in weeks.

“You come here often?” she asked, mimicking his casual stance by the counter.

“Every now and then,” he replied. “Usually when I need to bribe my sister with something sweet.”

“That’s thoughtful of you,” she said, raising a brow.

He shrugged, a little sheepish. “More like self-preservation. She gets pretty scary if I forget for her birthday.”

She laughed, the sound light and effortless, and Jake looked like he’d just won a small victory.

They chatted for a while longer, the conversation flowing so naturally that she lost track of time. When she finally glanced at her watch, she realized she’d been standing there for nearly twenty minutes.

“I should probably keep moving,” she said reluctantly.

Jake hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right. Yeah, don’t let me keep you.”

But just as she turned to go, he called after her.

“Wait–uh, before you go…”

She paused, looking back at him expectantly.

Jake shifted on his feet, the faintest trace of nervousness flickering across his once-confident demeanor. “Would it be weird if I asked for your number? I mean, only if you’re okay with it. No pressure,” he gets out quickly.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she managed to shake her head and keep her voice steady. “Not weird at all.” 

Relief washed over is face, and he pulled out his phone, handing it to her with a grin. As she typed in her number, she couldn’t help but think about how close she’d come to missing this moment. If she’d stayed home, if she’d turned the other way, if she’d stopped when she did–she never would have met Jake Seresin.

But she had stopped.

And as she walked away, her phone buzzing with a text from Jake moments later, she realized this might just have been the start of something extraordinary.

***

A/N: thanks for reading! i hope you liked this little thought i had today, i think meet-cutes are so fun to write. let me know what you think! :)

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winning them over

Summary: Jake Seresin nervously meets your best friends for the first time at dinner, trying his best to impress them. Despite his initial jitters, he charms them with his humor and earns their approval, feeling proud to be part of your world.

warnings: she/her mentioned, established relationship.

Wordcount: 706.

***

Jake Seresin had faced dogfights, high-pressure training missions, and his fair share of risky maneuvers in the air, but nothing had him sweating quite like this. Sitting next to you in the car, his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary as he navigated to the restaurant where he’d be meeting your closest friends for the first time.

“You’re quiet,” you said, a teasing smile playing on your lips. You reached over, resting your hand on his arm. “What’s going on in that handsome head of yours?”

“Nothing,” he replied quickly, his voice an octave higher than usual. He cleared his throat, trying to sound more casual. “Just… focused on driving.”

You tilted your head, seeing right through him. “Jake, it’s just dinner. They’re going to love you.”

He shot you a quick glance, his lips twitching into a half-smile. “I know. I just want to make a good impression. These are your people. You’ve known them forever, and it… it means a lot that you want me to meet them.”

You squeezed his arm gently. “You already mean the world to me, Jake. They’ll see what I see. Just be yourself.”

Easier said than done, Jake thought as he pulled into the parking lot. He let out a slow breath, straightening his shirt before stepping out of the car and opening your door. The two of you walked into the restaurant, and he mentally prepared himself for the gauntlet ahead.

***

The moment your friends spotted you, a chorus of excited greetings filled the air. Jake tried to keep his cool as you hugged each of them, introducing him with a proud smile.

“Ladies, this is Jake,” you said, your hand slipping into his. “Jake, this is Emily, Sarah, and Mia.”

Jake offered his most charming smile, the one that had disarmed so many before. “It’s great to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about all of you.”

“Oh, we’ve heard a lot about you too,” Emily said, her eyes glinting with playful curiosity. “All good things, don’t worry.”

The table erupted into laughter, and Jake relaxed—a little. He took a seat beside you, your knee brushing against his under the table, and felt a bit steadier knowing you were right there.

As the evening went on, Jake realized he’d been nervous for nothing. Your friends were warm, funny, and welcoming, and he found himself genuinely enjoying their company. They asked about his work, his hobbies, and—to his surprise—his favorite rom-coms.

“When Harry Met Sally, obviously,” Jake said, earning approving nods from Sarah and Mia.

“Good choice,” Sarah said. “You’re off to a solid start, Seresin.”

He glanced at you, catching the proud smile you gave him, and felt his chest swell. He’d been so worried about impressing them, but it hit him then that they weren’t just testing him. They genuinely cared about you and wanted to see you happy—and that made him want to try even harder.

By the time dessert arrived, Jake felt like part of the group. He even joined in teasing Emily about her questionable dating history, which had everyone in stitches. When the check came, he subtly slid his card to the server, earning a playful glare from Mia.

“Okay, Jake,” she said, crossing her arms. “We’ll allow it this time. But next time, it’s on us.”

“Deal,” Jake said, grinning.

As you walked back to the car later, Jake let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Well, how’d I do?” he asked, sliding an arm around your waist.

“You were perfect,” you said, leaning into him. “They loved you, Jake. And I love you.”

His steps faltered slightly at your words, but he recovered quickly, pulling you closer. “I love you too,” he said, his voice soft. “Thanks for letting me be part of this. Your friends are great.”

“They’re going to ask when we’re getting married, you know,” you teased.

Jake laughed, but his eyes sparkled with something deeper. “Well, when that day comes, I’ll be ready for their approval.”

And with that, Jake Seresin—always cool, always confident—felt more at ease than ever, knowing he’d not only won over your heart but the hearts of the people who mattered most to you.

***

a/n: okay i actually love this one so much! this thought came to me when i was driving home a few days ago and of course i just had to write it. i hope you enjoy! :)

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this is so sweet! thank you and i’m glad you liked it! 🥹

any other day

Summary: a chance encounter at a farmer's market leads to an unexpected connection between you and Jake Seresin, reminding you that sometimes the best things happen when you least expect them.

Word Count: 793.

Warnings: mild awkwardness. straight fluff hehe. use of she/her. NO use of y/n.

***

If it had been any other day, she would have missed it.

Any other day, she wouldn’t have been at the farmer’s market at all. Her Saturday mornings were usually reserved for errands or sleeping in. But something about the crisp, San Diego air tugged her out of bed and into the lively buzz of the market. Maybe it was the way the sky stretched, an uninterrupted canvas of blue, or the whisper of autumn in the breeze that felt too perfect to waste indoors. 

She wandered through the rows of stalls, her canvas tote growing heavy with fresh flowers and produce. The air smelled of roasted coffee beans from a nearby booth, mingling with the faint sweetness of late-season apples.

She turned a corner near the baked goods stall, distracted by the scent of cinnamon, and that’s when she saw him.

Jake Seresin.

Not that she knew his name yet, but the man was impossible to miss. He stood beside a stand selling jars of honey, and laughing with an older vendor who gestured animatedly to the rows of golden jars. The sound of his laugh carried, low and warm, like the hum of a favorite song.

It wasn’t just his laugh that caught her attention. It was the way he looked like he belonged in the golden glow of the morning–his olive green jacket rolled at the sleeves, jeans worn just right, and a baseball cap tugged low over sun-kissed blonde hair. He was casually leaning on the stall’s counter, listening intently as the vendor spoke, but something about the way he carried himself felt magnetic.

If it had been any other day, she wouldn’t have stopped to watch. But today, she lingered just a second longer, captivated.

It was in that second that his head turned, as if he’d sensed her gaze. His blue-green eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

She almost looked away–almost–but then he smiled. A slow, easy smile that made her breath catch in her throat.

Her lips quirked into a smile before she could help it. He straightened from his lean. He glanced at the jar in his hand, then back at her. “You ever had this stuff? It’s ridiculously good. They let you taste it if you ask nicely,” he teases, his voice carrying easily across the few feet of space between them.

“You’ve convinced me,” she says with a shrug of her shoulder, adjusting the canvas tote, stepping closer toward the stand. The vendor grinned and handed her a tiny wooden spoon with a dab of honey on it. She tasted it, and the sweetness bloomed across her tongue like sunlight.

“Okay, you were right,” she admitted. “That’s good.”

“Told you,” Jake said, grin widening.

They fell into an easy rhythm, talking as the vendor busied himself with other customers. Jake introduced himself and she found herself smiling more than she had in weeks.

“You come here often?” she asked, mimicking his casual stance by the counter.

“Every now and then,” he replied. “Usually when I need to bribe my sister with something sweet.”

“That’s thoughtful of you,” she said, raising a brow.

He shrugged, a little sheepish. “More like self-preservation. She gets pretty scary if I forget for her birthday.”

She laughed, the sound light and effortless, and Jake looked like he’d just won a small victory.

They chatted for a while longer, the conversation flowing so naturally that she lost track of time. When she finally glanced at her watch, she realized she’d been standing there for nearly twenty minutes.

“I should probably keep moving,” she said reluctantly.

Jake hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right. Yeah, don’t let me keep you.”

But just as she turned to go, he called after her.

“Wait–uh, before you go…”

She paused, looking back at him expectantly.

Jake shifted on his feet, the faintest trace of nervousness flickering across his once-confident demeanor. “Would it be weird if I asked for your number? I mean, only if you’re okay with it. No pressure,” he gets out quickly.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she managed to shake her head and keep her voice steady. “Not weird at all.” 

Relief washed over is face, and he pulled out his phone, handing it to her with a grin. As she typed in her number, she couldn’t help but think about how close she’d come to missing this moment. If she’d stayed home, if she’d turned the other way, if she’d stopped when she did–she never would have met Jake Seresin.

But she had stopped.

And as she walked away, her phone buzzing with a text from Jake moments later, she realized this might just have been the start of something extraordinary.

***

A/N: thanks for reading! i hope you liked this little thought i had today, i think meet-cutes are so fun to write. let me know what you think! :)

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at the heart of it all

Summary: you’re Jake’s date to a family wedding, where every moment highlights the quiet love the two of you share.

Word Count: 544.

Warnings: established relationship, no use of y/n, fluff (duh).

***

The warm buzz of laughter and music filled the backyard, lights strung across the trees casting a soft glow over the wedding party. Jake stood next to you, his hand resting on the small of your back, a grounding weight amidst the cheerful chaos.

“You okay?” he murmured, leaning down so his voice reached only you.

You nodded, the corner of your mouth tugging into a smile. “I’m good.”

Jake’s green eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he grinned. “You’re lying,” he teased lightly, his tone affectionate. “C’mon, darlin’, they’re my family. You’ve met them countless times. They’re harmless.”

“Harmless? The same people who’ve already shared six embarrassing stories about you?” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

Jake chuckled, the deep sound making your chest feel tight. “Okay, fair. But if they get too rowdy, just let me know and I’ll throw ‘em off the dance floor.”

You laughed, leaning into him slightly, the warmth of his presence calming your nerves. Jake pressed a quick kiss to your temple before stepping back to adjust his tie.

“Here,” you said, reaching up. “Let me.”

He stilled as your fingers deftly straightened the knot, his eyes fixed on your face with an expression so soft. “What would I do without you?” he asked, his voice low and sincere.

“Probably show up looking like a mess,” you teased, patting his chest once the tie was in place.

Jake’s smirk returned. “Good thing I’ve got you then.”

***

The reception was in full swing by the time Jake guided you back to your seats, a plate of food in his hands. “Here,” he said, placing it in front of you. “You haven’t eaten anything all night yet.”

“Jake, I-”

“No arguments,” he interrupted, shooting you a playful look. “I know how you get when you’re nervous, and I’m not letting you faint somewhere like this.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile that crept onto your face. “Thanks.”

“Always,” he replied, brushing his fingers against yours as he handed you a fork.

***

Later, as the two of you stood with a group of Jake’s cousins, he kept a steady hand on your back, his thumb tracing small circles that only you seemed to notice. When someone directed a question your way, Jake gave you a subtle, gentle nudge, his eyes meeting yours with an encouraging warmth.

You took a breath and began to answer the question, and Jake’s expression melted into something tender. Even in a crowd, he had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room.

***

As the night wound down, you found yourselves swaying together on the dance floor. Jake’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you close as the music slowed.

“Thanks for coming with me,” he said, voice soft against your ear.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you replied, resting your head on his shoulder.

Jake’s hand slid up to cup your cheek, tilting your face toward his. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m not letting go.”

Your lips met in a kiss that felt like a promise, a reminder of the love that had brought you here–to this moment, this new second family, this life you were building together.

***

A/N: i had soooo much fun writing this, i feel like i’ve enjoyed writing the meet-cutes but wanted to give a more “established” relationship a try! i hope you liked it!!

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any other day

Summary: a chance encounter at a farmer's market leads to an unexpected connection between you and Jake Seresin, reminding you that sometimes the best things happen when you least expect them.

Word Count: 793.

Warnings: mild awkwardness. straight fluff hehe. use of she/her. NO use of y/n.

***

If it had been any other day, she would have missed it.

Any other day, she wouldn’t have been at the farmer’s market at all. Her Saturday mornings were usually reserved for errands or sleeping in. But something about the crisp, San Diego air tugged her out of bed and into the lively buzz of the market. Maybe it was the way the sky stretched, an uninterrupted canvas of blue, or the whisper of autumn in the breeze that felt too perfect to waste indoors. 

She wandered through the rows of stalls, her canvas tote growing heavy with fresh flowers and produce. The air smelled of roasted coffee beans from a nearby booth, mingling with the faint sweetness of late-season apples.

She turned a corner near the baked goods stall, distracted by the scent of cinnamon, and that’s when she saw him.

Jake Seresin.

Not that she knew his name yet, but the man was impossible to miss. He stood beside a stand selling jars of honey, and laughing with an older vendor who gestured animatedly to the rows of golden jars. The sound of his laugh carried, low and warm, like the hum of a favorite song.

It wasn’t just his laugh that caught her attention. It was the way he looked like he belonged in the golden glow of the morning–his olive green jacket rolled at the sleeves, jeans worn just right, and a baseball cap tugged low over sun-kissed blonde hair. He was casually leaning on the stall’s counter, listening intently as the vendor spoke, but something about the way he carried himself felt magnetic.

If it had been any other day, she wouldn’t have stopped to watch. But today, she lingered just a second longer, captivated.

It was in that second that his head turned, as if he’d sensed her gaze. His blue-green eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

She almost looked away–almost–but then he smiled. A slow, easy smile that made her breath catch in her throat.

Her lips quirked into a smile before she could help it. He straightened from his lean. He glanced at the jar in his hand, then back at her. “You ever had this stuff? It’s ridiculously good. They let you taste it if you ask nicely,” he teases, his voice carrying easily across the few feet of space between them.

“You’ve convinced me,” she says with a shrug of her shoulder, adjusting the canvas tote, stepping closer toward the stand. The vendor grinned and handed her a tiny wooden spoon with a dab of honey on it. She tasted it, and the sweetness bloomed across her tongue like sunlight.

“Okay, you were right,” she admitted. “That’s good.”

“Told you,” Jake said, grin widening.

They fell into an easy rhythm, talking as the vendor busied himself with other customers. Jake introduced himself and she found herself smiling more than she had in weeks.

“You come here often?” she asked, mimicking his casual stance by the counter.

“Every now and then,” he replied. “Usually when I need to bribe my sister with something sweet.”

“That’s thoughtful of you,” she said, raising a brow.

He shrugged, a little sheepish. “More like self-preservation. She gets pretty scary if I forget for her birthday.”

She laughed, the sound light and effortless, and Jake looked like he’d just won a small victory.

They chatted for a while longer, the conversation flowing so naturally that she lost track of time. When she finally glanced at her watch, she realized she’d been standing there for nearly twenty minutes.

“I should probably keep moving,” she said reluctantly.

Jake hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right. Yeah, don’t let me keep you.”

But just as she turned to go, he called after her.

“Wait–uh, before you go…”

She paused, looking back at him expectantly.

Jake shifted on his feet, the faintest trace of nervousness flickering across his once-confident demeanor. “Would it be weird if I asked for your number? I mean, only if you’re okay with it. No pressure,” he gets out quickly.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she managed to shake her head and keep her voice steady. “Not weird at all.” 

Relief washed over is face, and he pulled out his phone, handing it to her with a grin. As she typed in her number, she couldn’t help but think about how close she’d come to missing this moment. If she’d stayed home, if she’d turned the other way, if she’d stopped when she did–she never would have met Jake Seresin.

But she had stopped.

And as she walked away, her phone buzzing with a text from Jake moments later, she realized this might just have been the start of something extraordinary.

***

A/N: thanks for reading! i hope you liked this little thought i had today, i think meet-cutes are so fun to write. let me know what you think! :)

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my masterlist!

last updated: mar.29.2025

💐: author favorites!

jake "hangman" seresin:

packing it up -> Jake Seresin had always kept his heart guarded, but then you came along, turning his world upside down just when he needed you most.

💐any other day -> A chance encounter at a farmer's market sparks a meeting between you and Jake Seresin.

at the heart of it all -> Quiet, tender moments that make you and Jake's relationship come to light at a family wedding.

winning them over -> Jake was rarely the nervous type. But meeting your childhood friends? Well...

then and now -> Watching the relationship between Jake and Bradley grow...even if Jake doesn't want to admit they're friends.

little things -> What makes Jake different from Hangman?

though her eyes -> The front desk worker at Y/N's office truly seeing how important Jake is, and how much their love means to Y/N.

💐the way he loves you -> The moments the Dagger’s realized how Jake loves.

💐manifesting -> Jake knew he was going to marry you from the very beginning.

not a chance -> Jake swore he would never cry over seeing a girl in a pretty white dress, until his moment finally comes.

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packing it up

–hi! this is officially my first tumblr fic, i thought of this when listening to “packing it up” by gracie abrams (i’m actually so obsessed with that song) and thought it really fit jake. i would love some feedback if you stop by for a read :-) warnings: jake seresin x reader. straight fluff. maybe slight angst if you really squint and tilt your head. she/her pronouns used. no use of y/n. probably grammatical errors :/.

Summary: Jake Seresin had always been the kind of guy who kept everyone at arm’s length, no matter how cocky or confident he came off as. He’d learned the hard way that getting too close meant eventually getting hurt. But when you walked into his life, everything changed. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was timing, but one thing was certain: you happened when he needed it the most.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin had always been fine on his own. Hell, he preferred it that way. He had his wings, his crew, and the endless rush of being a Top Gun pilot. It wasn’t that he didn’t want something more—it was just that life had a way of showing him that when things were going right, something was bound to go wrong.

So he kept his distance. He kept things casual, whether it was with women or friends. There was no need to get too attached when it always ended leaving him with nothing but disappointment.

But then you happened.

Jake didn’t believe in fate, not really. He’d always chalked up the little moments in life to coincidence, never willing to put too much stock into anything that couldn’t be explained by logic and reason. But the first time he saw you, that stubborn, independent look in your eyes as you stood sticking out like a sore thumb at the Hard Deck, he knew something had shifted.

You weren’t like the others. You didn’t need to impress anyone, didn’t care about what others thought of you. You were grounded, real. And that had unsettled him more than he cared to admit. You made him question everything he thought he knew about himself.

It had started slowly. “Accidentally” running into you on his way to the jukebox to play the same song for the third time that night (really just to be near you and the girlfriend you were with), the way you didn’t let him get away with his usual one-liners when he offered to buy you a drink. At first, Jake tried to keep it friendly, and nothing more. You were a civilian. His lifestyle was chaotic, unpredictable. He couldn’t promise you anything, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to pretend he could.

But every time you smiled, every time your eyes sparkled with something that wasn’t pity or curiosity, he felt his walls crumble just a little more. You didn’t need him to be perfect. You didn’t want him to fix his shit or his cocky behavior. You just wanted him.

And that scared the hell out of him.

It was a week before he was set out for a month-long mission. He had spent nights staring at the ceiling of his room, wondering what it would feel like to be somewhere stable, maybe even back in Texas. To be somewhere that didn’t cause the slightest of fear to bubble up. To be with someone who didn’t see him as just a flight suit or a handsome pilot.

That was when you called.

He picked up on the first ring, having a specific ringtone just for you, but he swore to himself that it was just a friendly thing to do. Nothing more.

“I was thinking about you,” you said, your voice familiar and warm, like a comfort he hadn’t realized he needed. “I thought maybe… you could come by? If you have the time before you leave?”

Jake hesitated. The thing with you was that you didn’t make demands. You didn’t chase. But he could hear it in your voice—an uncertainty that he’s never gotten from you. It made him pause.

And for the first time in months, Jake felt like he wasn’t running from something. He was running toward it.

He showed up, not because you asked, but because he needed to know what it felt like to have someone who cared. Someone who saw him for who he was underneath the persona he sometimes had a hard time losing.

That night, you had sat by the sand close to the Hard Deck. A place that had become common ground for the two of you. The air was cool, a slight breeze blanketing the two of you. Jake had never felt more at peace, and it terrified him. You were sitting so close, your shoulders brushing, but you weren’t rushing him. You didn’t pressure him to talk about the things he didn’t want to, and you didn’t pry into the past he so carefully guarded.

It wasn’t until you laughed at something he said—genuine and unforced—that something inside him broke. The walls. The distance. The shields he’d carried for so long.

“I wasn’t looking for anything,” Jake admitted suddenly, his voice low. “I didn’t want anything. I thought I was better off alone.”

You tilted your head, looking at him with those understanding, yet curious, eyes. “And now?”

“Now,” Jake whispered, his heart racing for reasons he couldn’t explain, “I don’t think I want to be alone anymore.”

Things changed after that night. It wasn’t instant; it was slow, careful, like testing the water before jumping in. He wasn’t used to that. Jake didn’t do vulnerability, and you didn’t demand it. But with every conversation, every shared moment, you both let your guard down just a little more.

There were nights when Jake would wake up in the middle of the night, startled, only to find you lying next to him, breathing softly, looking so peaceful that it almost felt like a dream. It was new for him, having someone so close to him, a feeling that he wasn’t sure he was ready for. One that he found himself craving all the same.

One night, as the sun dipped low in the sky, the two of you found yourselves at the Hard Deck, one of the rare nights that the rest of the Dagger Squad wasn’t accompanying the two of you. It was quieter than usual.

Jake looked over at you, your laughter filling the space between the songs. There was a moment of stillness, a pause where he realized just how much he needed this. He needed you.

He was so damn close to packing it up and walking away from everything just to protect himself from the mess he was making, but then… you happened.

“I swear I wasn’t looking for someone,” Jake muttered under his breath, and you tilted your head, giving him that soft smile that made everything feel right.

“I wasn’t either,” you replied, taking his hand in yours, your fingers lacing together with a familiarity that made his chest ache.

“I’m glad we found each other anyway,” Jake said, his voice thick with the emotion he couldn’t quite put into words.

You leaned in closer, resting your head on his shoulder as the warmth of the bar surrounded you both. For once, Jake didn’t feel the need to run. He didn’t need to pretend. You were right there with him, steady and real, and that was enough.

“I hope we get everything we could ask for,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the hum of the room. “Even if it’s just… this. Right here.”

Jake smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I think we’re already there.”

And for the first time in a long time, Jake Seresin felt like he was finally home.

i hope you loved reading this as much as I loved writing it! it was a bit tricky for me at first, but I think I really love the way it came out! feedback always appreciated!

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Introduction!

hiya, welcome to my blog!

flora. she/her. 23.

--this whole thing is quite new to me, but I have mountains of google docs with my silly little daydreams that i feel should have a home here.

--i usually stick to reading, but i feel like i would love to get my (probably cringy) ideas out there so they don't sit in my docs anymore.

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