#Jake sersin blurb

[planetpiastri]

and if i say 19 with hangman 🤭🤭🤭 ily -allie

allie!!!! ur brain is massive this killed me (real) hope u enjoy xx @spideystevie

19. meeting each other at a kissing booth

word count - 1.6k

As you milled around the carnival, caramel candy apple in hand, you wondered just who exactly had signed off on this “fundraiser.” As if the pilots at TOPGUN needed more money. But when your best friend had dragged you here, their eyes sparkling with excitement at the thought of getting to flirt with some active-duty aviators, you hadn’t exactly argued.

The dunk tank had been oddly satisfying, you had to admit, and you’d walked away from the ring toss with a teddy bear of your own. Sure, maybe it wasn’t the seven-foot-tall one that nearly squashed the glasses-clad pilot who had been running the game, but that wasn’t the point. Even the annoying blond pilot who’d wiped the floor with the competition at the dart-balloon game (come on, the pilots weren’t even supposed to be playing tonight) wasn’t enough to ruin your good mood.

As you stood in line for the Skee-Ball machines, waiting your turn, your friend suddenly re-emerged from the crowd, talking so fast you couldn’t understand a word they were saying.

“Wait,” you said, biting back a laugh, “wait, wait, slow down! What’s happening?”

Your friend didn’t say anything, just grabbed you by the hand and started dragging you farther down the main thoroughfare, away from the Skee-Ball machines, completely ignoring your protests and questions. It wasn’t until you started to hear music—Kissing Strangers by DNCE, of course—and the brilliantly illuminated sign held over a small, curtained platform that you realized what was happening.

“Oh no,” you said.

It was a TOPGUN kissing booth, subtitles proudly inviting carnival-goers to give $5 for the opportunity to lock lips with an active-duty naval aviator.

“No way,” you said. 

“I only have a ten dollar bill,” said your friend.

“So just kiss someone twice!” you blurted, feeling panicked.

But your friend just grinned and pulled you into line. You barely had time to toss the rest of your candy apple into a bin.

There were two podiums on top of the small stage, with two different pilots in their white service dress. You remembered that the white uniforms were supposed to symbolize peace or something, and pushed down a snicker. The line chattered, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. There was something absurdly juvenile about it all, but you had to admit that it was addicting, and you found yourself getting excited.

Both pilots had signs taped to their podiums, telling people their callsigns. To the right, it read ‘Fritz,’ and to the left it read ‘Payback.’ It seemed like the pilot working the booth was assigning kisses at random, and you glanced between both aviators, nervous about who you’d end up locking lips with.

Before you knew it, you and your friend were next in line, standing in front of the pilot in his khakis, sorting the five-dollar bills people were handing over. Just as your friend started to hand over the ten-dollar bill, the pilot known as Fritz stepped down from his podium and whispered something in the third’s ear.

The third—his nametag said ‘Garcia’—nodded and clapped Fritz on the shoulder, saying, “You’re good. Should be Hangman or Bradshaw back there, send either one out.”

“You’re the best, man,” said Fritz before jogging back onto the stage and disappearing behind the red curtain, already undoing one of the buttons at his throat.

“You paying for both?” Garcia asked your friend, taking the ten dollar bill. When your friend nodded, he said, “Alright, you’re with Payback, you’re with whoever’s next.”

“Okay,” squeaked your friend, sending you an excited smile before stepping up onto the platform and standing across from Payback’s podium. The pilot shot them a charming smile and they just about wilted.

“Where does this money go?” you asked Garcia suddenly, trying to calm your nerves with some small talk. “Surely the military doesn’t need more funding.”

Garcia laughed. “It’s for charity,” he said. “I think prostituting ourselves and keeping the money is a violation of some kind.”

“Oh,” you said. “Oh, that’s nice.”

Feeling a little better, but not that much, you climbed the stage, heading towards the unmanned podium and feeling like every eye was on you. You drummed your fingers nervously on top of the podium, wondering who was about to come out. You didn’t have to wait long; as if on cue, the curtain twitched open and another white-clad aviator stepped out.

Oh no.

It was the pilot from the balloon-darts.

“Sorry for the wait,” he said, adjusting his shirt and stopping in front of you. “I know you must’ve been dying of curiosity.”

“Something like that,” you said.

“You just gotta wait a couple more seconds, doll,” he said, winking at you before walking over to Garcia, who handed him his callsign tag for the podium. You watched as he confidently, assuredly stuck it slightly crooked against the post.

Hangman.

Over his shoulder, your friend was already kissing Payback. You realized you’d already been up here longer than most people.

“There we go,” said Hangman, straightening up. “Whenever you’re ready—”

You seized him by the lapels and hauled his mouth against yours, planning on mumbling out a cool, “Let’s get this over with,” but not having enough time.

If Hangman was surprised by your forwardness, he didn’t show it. His hands, big and sturdy, grabbed your waist, offering a calming and stabilizing pressure as his lips threatened to knock you off your feet. 

All those people who’d said fighter pilots knew what they were doing weren’t kidding; or at least they weren’t kidding about this fighter pilot.

He turned his head, your mouth falling open almost instinctively as he kissed you deeper. He tasted like something sweet, like kettle corn, or maybe caramel. Later, you’d realize that this wasn’t usually how kissing booth smooches usually went down, but at the moment, the only thought in your head was more. 

Your hands skated up over his lapels and wrapped around the back of his neck, and the hands at your waist tightened intoxicatingly. Your stomach was pressing against the sharp corner of the podium as you strained to move closer, and you could feel him doing the same. 

Someone in the crowd whooped, and you jerked back with a gasp, wiping at your mouth.

Hangman blinked, that cocky facade momentarily paused. “Uh,” he said.

“Worth the five bucks, I’d say,” you panted, your cheeks already getting hot. Oh my god, everyone had just seen you making out with a pilot. 

A smile slowly curled up the corner of Hangman’s mouth. He was still leaning over the podium, looking up at you with an expression that just made you want to grab him and kiss him senseless—again. “My thoughts exactly,” he crooned.

You glanced back towards the line to the booth, realizing everyone—even Garcia—was staring at you with wide, impressed eyes. You took another step back from Hangman, almost stumbling, your hands still touching the corners of your mouth. You couldn’t meet his eyes when you said, “Uh—I’ll see you around, I guess. Have a nice night.”

“See you around,” he replied, his voice carrying over the stage and getting a chuckle out of the gathered crowd. Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t look back, walking determinedly back in the direction of the Skee-Ball. You didn’t even particularly want to play Skee-Ball anymore, you just needed to do something with your hands that wasn’t making out with Hangman.

God, you didn’t even know his name!

Your friend had vanished after their kiss with Payback—probably to go flirt with that pilot running the ring toss some more. You were fine with that. Maybe they hadn’t seen your kiss.

Maybe an hour later, you were on a winning streak at Skee-Ball, zoning out and doing anything but thinking about what had happened earlier. When you felt a tap on your shoulder, you figured it was your friend, so you just said, “Gimme a minute, I’m almost done.”

“Kissing and Skee-Ball. Is there anything you aren’t good at?”

You whirled around, warmth already rising in your face again as you realized Hangman himself was standing behind you, dressed in simple jeans and a tee-shirt now. The sight of him out of his uniform was enough to stop the embarrassed word vomit that was about to spill out. Instead, you pulled together your scrambled thoughts enough to say, “You’re done at the booth?”

He shrugged. “We’re not allowed to work longer than an hour at a time.”

You fought back a smile. “Poor you.”

He grinned down at you, but you twisted your mouth into a tight spiral, refusing to let him know how charming you found him. “What do you want?” you asked, not meaning for it to sound so impatient.

“Right, my bad,” he said, blinking and seeming to remember something. He fumbled with his pockets, and you were shocked to see him fumble with anything. From your limited view of him tonight, he hadn’t seemed like a guy that did much fumbling. But eventually he pulled out his phone and held it toward you, saying, “Can I get your number?”

Your mouth fell open in surprise. “Seriously?”

He smirked, but it didn’t seem cocky or rude now. “What can I say? Nothing compares to your first.”

You snorted, taking his phone and punching your number in. “I think the saying is, ‘nobody forgets their first.’”

“That too.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling in spite of yourself and stepping to the side so that he wasn’t essentially pinning you to the Skee-Ball machine. “I’ll see you around, Hangman.”

“Wait,” he called. “My name is—”

“Save it,” you interrupted, waving a nonchalant hand. “Text me.”

And you walked back into the carnival to find your friend, a warm and pleased flush filling your whole body.

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can i request a jake baby blurb, just him gushing over you during a navy ball

you loved the navy ball, it was probably one of the only times you could dress up. jake argued that you could wear formal dresses anytime so he wouldn't have to go.

this year, it had been after jake's promotion to lieutenant commander. you had been getting ready for hours, jake thought, he was ready in about 30 minutes.

"doll, we're gonna be late!" he yelled into the bathroom, "we can't be late."

"i'm coming, i'm coming." finishing up your makeup, you came out of the bathroom, immediately going to the mirror to make sure everything looked perfect.

jake was stunned, frozen in his spot, looking at you.

"okay." you smiled, turning to see jake looking at you, his eyes soft, and a small smile on his face, "what?"

"you look.." god he couldn't even explain it. "gorgeous, doll, gorgeous, i don't we need to go, we can just stay in."

"really?" you raised an eyebrow.

"yup." he nodded his head, "I wanna keep you to myself."

[readerthatreadsss]

Hey!

Last updated 07/30/23.

So...my last post has been gaining me a few followers so I thought I'd make a post detailing specific characters that I'll write for.

I'll also copy and paste my past post about what I will and won't write at the end.

Also, anything I write will be X fem! Reader.

(I will be constantly updating this post as I become more comfortable with writing for more characters)

Marvel men

-Miguel O’Hara

-Marc Spector/the rest of the Moon Knight system

-Matt Murdock

-Frank Castle

-Peter Parker (all three)

-Steve Rogers

-Bucky Barnes

Marvel women

-Valkyrie

-Natasha Romanoff

-Wanda Maximoff

-Shuri (WIFE-sorry lemme calm down)

-Carol Danvers

-Darcy Lewis

Stranger Things (it's a short list cause most of the characters in the show are literally children :)

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Hopper (yup you read that right cause I love DILFS)

-Robin Buckley

Criminal Minds

-Every single one of them. (Nah I'm just playing)

-Spencer Reid

-Emily Prentiss

-Aaron Hotchner

-Jennifer Jareau

-Derek Morgan

-Luke Alvarez

Triple Frontier

-Every character except Ben Affleck's.

TVD (The Vampire Diaries)

-Damon Salvatore

-Stefan Salvatore

-Elijah Mikaelson

-Rebekah Mikaelson

-Klaus Mikaelson

Miscellaneous (characters from random fandoms/movies)

-Javier Peña (Narcos)

-Lloyd Hansen (Gray Man)

-Joel Miller (TLOU)

-Jake 'Hangman' Sersin (Top Gun: Maverick)

-Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw (Top Gun: Maverick)

-Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

-Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

-Castiel (Supernatural)

-Soldier Boy (The Boys)

-Lip Gallagher (Shameless)

-Carmen Berzatto (The Bear)

-Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

-Siobhan Roy (Succession)

-Bruce Wayne (Robert Pattinson or Christian Bale)

More to be added...

(Looking over this list I have arrived at the conclusion that I am a whore-)

In terms of what exactly I’m open to writing? I can write headcanons, blurbs, and one-shots. Specifically smut, angst, and fluff. The more descriptive you are in your requests, the easier it is for me to write them. But I don't mind the challenge of having to make my own plot.

Kinks/scenarios I’ll write smut for? Almost everything EXCEPT;

-inc3st

-r*pe

-Lactation kink

-pegging (into it in real life but I have no clue how to write it properly I'm sorry)

-Wax play (note I didn't say temperature play because I will write some stuff with Ice)

-Age play (specifically where a character is purposely behaving in a childlike manner/ baby talk. Daddy and Mommy kinks are welcomed tho!)

-CNC and noncon (I’ll definitely write some VERY MILD dubcon if asked tho)

-sexual activities with m1n0rs

-Domestic Vi0lence/ SexuaI abus3 (spanking is a yes tho)

-Scat & Piss

-Race play

-SEVERE knife kink (like I'll write a small knick or slice that barely bleeds or something but anything else is a no for me sorry)

-S3lf Harm/Su1cide (this is not to say that I feel any way towards people who struggle with these issues but I don't think I'm able to effectively represent them in my writing without triggering myself (as someone who has/is struggled with depression) and the last thing I want to do is offend anyone)

Anyways, that’s it for now! Like I said, feel free to make requests or even just send me a regular question or comment to get to know me! 

[withahappyrefrain]

Awwww thank you for writing the Jake and Venus blurb!!

I also love how Javy knows exactly when Venus and Jake are getting married because you know Jake won't shut up about it.

Jake "Did you know I'm marrying the most wonderful woman in the world in 8 months and 3 days?" Sersin

Javy "it's almost like it's your first time mentioning it" Machado

Jake has a countdown in his calendar, on his phone, on his desk, etc.

Javy, being the best man, begrudgingly has a countdown on his phone.

And even if he didn't, he wouldn't need to. The whole dagger squad knows because Jake never lets them forget lol

Also I'm glad you enjoyed it!! <3

[topguncortez]

I have to request on anon because tumblr hates me but I swear it’s me

Can I get a dramatic confession of love for Floydsin? Thank you ❤️

jay💞

hehehe oh baby jay…. you ready for this? Did I watch the scene where Priscilla leaves Elvis while writing this?? Yes.

warnings: slight mention of religious trauma, slight mention of homophobia (christian parents)

The door slam loudly, enough to rattle the picture frames that were nailed to the walls. Jake sighed as he opened the door after it was slammed in his face.

The night didn’t start off bad, but it was sure ending on a sour note. What was supposed to be a simple night out with friends, celebrating Rooster’s engagement to his girlfriend, quickly turned badly when Hangman’s ex fling, Morgan, walked into the bar. Bob Floyd was never a jealous man, but he was when it came to Morgan.

Morgan was basically Jake’s girlfriend in everyone’s eyes. They went out, and held hands, and kissed, and slow danced to George Strait, and Hangman even took her home for Christmas last year. Morgan was the girl that everyone saw Jake Thomas Seresin with. She was perfect.

Jake had broke up with Morgan almost half a year ago, he said it was neutral, but Morgan said it was because Jake was head over heels in love with Bob Floyd. Jake said that she was crazy, making shit up but Morgan pointed out what everyone else saw. She saw the way Jake looked at Bob, how his green eyes were always watching the quiet WSO, how he would go to Bob whenever they would fight, how Bob was a constant in Jake's ever changing life.

"What are you doing?" Jake asked, as he walked into their bedroom, seeing Bob angrily throw his clothes into an open suitcase.

"Leaving," Bob muttered.

"Why?" Jake furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "Is this because of what happened at the Hard Deck? Cause I apologized-"

"It's more than just that!" Bob yelled, and it surprised Jake.

Bob never yelled. Even when they would fight over stupid things, Bob was always the level headed one. That's what made him such a good WSO, such a good partner. Bob was a listener, an observer, always watching every move around him. Bob had been watching, observing the way Jake talked and looked at Morgan tonight. Jake was relaxed, calm, and the second Bob walked up to him, placing his hand on the small of Jake's back, the blonde haired pilot stiffened and shoved Bob's hand away.

"I. . ." Bob opened his mouth and shook his head. His mind was swimming as he tried to gather the right words to say, "I love you, Jake."

Jake felt his heart stop when he heard those three little words slip out of Bob's lips. Those three words that Bob had told him over and over. The first time Bob had said those words was after a fight and make up sex. Bob was holding Jake to his chest, running his fingers through his blonde hair. Ever since then, Bob had always said it: before he leaves in the morning, when they go to bed, before every flight.

"I love you and, I don't think you love me."

"Bob-"

"You told me when I said it, that you just couldn't say it yet, and I understood but now. . . Seeing the way you looked at Morgan, the way you acted around her, touched her. Hell, Jake, you've never even held my hand in public."

"I didn't know you wanted-"

"You didn't know that I wanted my boyfriend to show me the slightest be of affection? To act like he actually likes me? I can't keep doing this," Bob said, his blue eyes were filling with tears.

"Doing what?" Jake felt his throat constrict.

"This," Bob, pointed between the two of them, "I can't keep fighting for an ounce of attention, an ounce of affection, an ounce of love, when you don't feel the same." Bob leaned down, flipping his suitcase closed and zipping it.

"Bob, please," Jake grabbed his boyfriend's hand to stop him from picking up the luggage, "I'll do better, I promise. If you want me to hold your hand, I will. If you want me to kiss you before your flights like Bradley does to Y/N, I will. If you want me-"

"Are you ashamed of me?" Bob, whispered.

"No, baby, no that's not."

"Then why haven't I met your parents? Why did you invite Morgan to go to your sister's wedding and not me?"

"I-" Jake, opened and closed his mouth a couple times and sighed, looking down at his shoes.

Truth was, Jake never told his parents that he broke up with Morgan and started dating Bob. Truth was, Jake never even told his parents that he was bisexual. It wasn't that he was scared, everyone who mattered to him knew that he was out. It was that he was worried about the small town Texas gossip, how his very Christian mother and father would react. He loved his parents, but they were stuck in their ways, and so were most of the people in the small town that Jake grew up. Morgan was the safe bet to take to his sister's wedding, but Bob was the one he really wanted to take.

"I can't keep hurting myself like this, Jake. And I love you too much to let you keep hurting yourself," Bob set his suitcase down off the bed, and walked towards Jake, taking his face in both of his hands, "It'll be okay, I promise."

Jake shook his head, and watched as Bob stepped back, and grabbed his suitcase.

"Bob! No, wait!" Jake said, following the WSO out of the bedroom and down the stairs, "No, you can't do this! Please," Jake was full on crying, tears and snot running down his face, "Do you still love me?"

"More than you will ever know," Bob said, and wiped his eyes. Jake slowly sat down on the stairs, looking at his feet as Bob stood in the entry way of the house.

"We'll be back together," Jake said, and he nodded like he was agreeing with himself, "When you're 40 and I'm 50. You'll see."

Bob's chin quivered as he tried to bite back his tears. Jake looked up at him, his green eyes wet with tears. Bob sighed and walked over to him, taking him in his arms. Jake held onto Bob tightly, like he might disappear and sobbed into his stomach. Bob titled his head up to look at the ceiling, trying to stop the tears from falling down his face.

"I have to go," Bob whispered and removed Jake's arms from around his torso, "You have to let me go."

"Will you please stay?"

"If I don't go now, I'll never leave," Bob, grabbed Jake's face one last time in his hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Jake held on to Bob's hands as he stood up and pulled out of his grasp.

"Please," Jake cried, reaching out for him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Bob didn't look back as he grabbed his suitcase and walked out the door, letting it slam close.

"I love you."

[kryptonitejelly]

so a Jake blurb I've always thought about is him during Christmas 👀 I know it's July but seriously, I have so many thoughts on who this man becomes during the holidays and I would also love to know yours

who cares if it’s only July, we’ll make it Christmas baby >:)) idc what anyone says, i insist he is big on holidays, especially the one’s he can spend with his family. also, i feel like he just has nieces.

Minors DNI (yes, we went with slightly suggestive…)

“Uncle Jake.” Jake feels a tugging on his jeans, and looks down to find a pair of eyes, as green as his own, staring up at him. His niece with the string of a round Christmas bauble clutched within her tiny fingers.

“Yeah baby?”

“Not a baby.” She frowns, wrinkling her tiny nose at him. It causes his shoulders to shake with laughter.

“Okay darlin, what can I do for you?” His ask is met by small hands extending outwards towards him.

“Up please. Can’t reach the top part of the tree.” He grins, and obliges, reaching down to pick her up under her arms. He settles her into the crook of his elbow and steps closer towards the tree, allowing her to hang the bauble precariously on a branch.

“Good?” He asks, and she nods, clapping her tiny hands together.

“Good.” She confirms, and he rubs the side of the beard he has let grow out for the holiday season against her face. She shrieks, a giggle falling from her lip as she sticks her hands out to push his face away. “Nooo, it tickles!”

“Looks like no one is a fan of the beard.” You say, coming around the corner into the living room, arms reaching out to catch the tiny girl that is squirming out of his arms and into yours.

“Hate the beard.” She stage whispers to you as she clutches her hands around your neck, you both eyeing his face.

“Sweetheart,” he says, and advances towards you. It makes the little girl yelp, and twist in your arms, scrambling to be let down in fear of the beard monster approaching. You let her down, only to have her dash off towards the kitchen calling for her grandmother. “That wasn’t what you said last night.” He says, dropping his tone.

You mind flashes to the night before, the image of him between your legs, eyes looking back up at you, beard tickling your thighs, adding extra friction as he licked a wet strip up your slit. Jake sees the flash of lust in your eyes, and smirks, pressing his lips against yours, his hands sliding around your waist to rest on your ass cheeks.

“We love the beard?”

“Sometimes.”

[topguncortez]

“Count your breaths with me, okay? Ready? One, two, three, four…”  with Hangman? I love everything you write and I cannot wait for the requests you get with some of these lines!!

I might've gotten a tad carried away with this. . .

TW: anxiety, panic attacks, self violence (hitting and hair pulling), therapy in the military world is called 'Behavior Health'.

It was like a cold knife had cut through his chest as he woke up with a start. It was dark, as he looked around the room for anything, something to ground him. To let him know it was a dream, and he had survived the Uranium Mission. That he had come to you, and that everything was alright. His team was whole, he was breathing, and he was going to get yet another face award for his “sacrifice and bravery”. 

On the outside, Jake Seresin looked okay. He still had that swagger to his walk, the cocky smirk on his face, the perfect blonde hair and teeth, and was still sitting at the top of the promotion board for Lieutenant Commander. He still went out for drinks with his coworkers, was still tossing people “overboard” for Penny, and still came home to make love to you every night. 

What people didn’t know was that Jake Seresin hadn’t been up in a plane in almost two months. 

What people also didn’t know was that Jake Seresin woke up every night in a cold sweat from the nightmares that plagued his mind. 

You didn’t even know about them. All that you knew was Jake stirred and moved in his sleep, and would get up to grab a glass of water, and would come back to cuddle you. You didn’t know that Jake had the constant replay in his mind of hearing how terrified his fellow pilot was, or how he imagined that Bradley was you, calling out for help, and Jake was just too late, every single time. 

“You okay?” You asked, sleep heavy in your voice as you rolled over and looked at Jake’s figure. He was running his hands through his hair and taking shaky breaths. 

“Yeah, baby, I’m fine,” Jake said, and looked around the room again. He knew it was a dream, he knew that it was all okay. He took a deep breath, and then shifted back down in bed, laying next to you, wrapping you up in his strong arms. You sighed in content as you snuggled in with him. You assumed he fell back asleep, that it was normal of Jake to fall asleep almost anywhere at any time, except he stayed awake and watched you sleep. 

The next day you were both up early to get ready for work. Jake was now a part of the new permanent Dagger Squadron on base, while you were still working as a Top Gun instructor on the other side of the building. You would occasionally see each other in passing, usually as you were headed to the locker room to change from your khakis into your flight suit. But today you wanted to surprise Jake, he had seemed more stressed than ever since becoming a permanent squadron, and preparing for his promotion boards. 

You walked into the hangar, and spotted him immediately, it was easy to spot his tall, strong stature. Usually he was hanging around Rooster or Phoenix and Bob, except this time, he was being yelled at by Cyclone. You stood by, and watched as Jake’s shoulders dropped as Cyclone finished yelling at him. You could hear Cyclone ask Jake a question, and all your boyfriend did was shrug and then get dismissed. You moved quickly to turn your back, hoping that he wouldn’t see you as he walked out of the hangar. 

“Bradshaw!” You called out to him, causing the aviator to turn towards you, “What was that about?” 

“That?” Bradshaw looked over to where you had pointed towards Warlock and Cyclone talking, “That was about your boyfriend avoiding flying for the last two months.” 

“What? How?” 

“Stupid shit, he has to go to the doctor, or you have to go to the doctor, or he’s sick or you’re sick, or he’s-” 

“That’s not. . .” You shook your head, and felt bile rising in your stomach. Jake had been skipping out on work to go elsewhere. Bradley’s eyes softened as he looked at you. 

“He probably has a reason for it. You know he’s not like that anymore. He loves you.” 

Rooster knew where you mind went at the explanation of Jake’s excuses for not flying. You knew Jake had a reputation, and you truly believed that he had changed. But you could see the same pattern as the girls before you had warned. 

“I gotta go, thanks Bradley,” You said, and walked away from Bradley. Your mind was on autopilot as you walked towards the locker room, knowing that was your best chance at finding Jake and confronting him about him skipping out on flying. 

You thought that his skipping on things was just things with you like date nights. You couldn’t remember the last time Jake had shown up for a date night on time and didn’t give you the excuse of ‘Not tonight baby, I’m too tired.’ You didn’t think that he was doing something behind your back, but now that was the only thing you could think of. 

You didn’t think twice, when you pushed open the locker room door to the males room, you were ready to call out Jake’s name, but his name fell silent on your lips when you saw him standing at his open locker, just staring at the contents inside of it. He was still in his flight suit, and his helmet sat on the bench beside him, but Jake was frozen. His green eyes wet with unshed tears as he looked blankly at the pictures taped to the walls. 

“Jake?” You called out softly. You walked towards him, as if he were a scared animal, and stood against the lockers on the opposite side. Jake sucked in a deep breath, his hands going straight to his hair and pulling harshly on the locks, “Jake, what’s wrong?” 

“I-I don’t know,” He sobbed out. 

Your heart broke as you watched Jake’s hard outer exterior crumble right in front of you. You moved quickly, taking Jake’s hands from his hair to get him to stop ripping out his blonde locks. He looked at you with wide, frantic green eyes as he struggled to catch his breath. This had never happened to him before, he had never felt like this. Sure, he got nervous, would get that little tingle in his spine before a hop or a dog fight. But never in his years of living had Jake Seresin felt like his chest was on fire, and like the walls were caving in around him. 

“I can’t, I can’t-” Jake’s face was turning red, as he pulled his hands away from you and scratched at his throat, which was also turning red. 

“Jake,” You said, and went to grab his hands again. 

“No!” Jake screamed, falling to his knees. It startled you as he cried loudly, and hit himself, repeating something about not being able to stop it. . It took you a second, before you knelt down in front of him, and grabbed his hands so he would stop pulling his hair. 

“Hey Jacob, look at me,” You said, “You need to breathe, okay,” And Jake shook his head disagreeing as he choked on sobs, “You need to try, okay,” Jake looked up at you, tears still in his eyes, his breathing frantic. You placed his hand on your chest, so he could feel the rise and fall of your chest. 

“Feel my breathing?” You asked, and he nodded, “Try and copy me, okay. Pretend like you’re sucking on a straw, slow breaths with me. Count your breaths with me, okay? Ready? In for one, two, three. . . “ You counted to three in your head, “Out for one, two, three. . . “ 

Jake held your hands tightly as he tried his hardest to copy your breathing, slowing down his heart rate. He would hiccup as he was letting his body settle back down to a normal level. You wiped his tears from his cheeks as you kept coaching him on how to breathe properly. 

“That’s it, love, you’re okay,” You assured him, “It’s okay.” 

“I’ve never. . . What just happened?” Jake asked you, his chest still heaving a little. 

“It was a panic attack, Jakey, it’s okay. They happen,” You knew that he was probably beating himself up about appearing “weak” in front of you. He was the Hangman, he doesn’t show weakness or panic. He was cool, calm, and collected. This doesn’t happen to him. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him, and moved to sit down on the floor on your bottom, your back leaning against the lockers. Jake moved, not even carrying that he was laying on the dirty locker room floor, and laid his head in your lap. Your hands went straight to his soft blonde locks, “Rooster told me you haven’t been flying?” 

“Haven’t been sleeping either,” Jake mumbled, “I keep replaying that day, over and over in my mind. I know I’ve had my issues with Bradshaw, but he’s your best friend, and you promised me to make sure that we both came home alive and. . . I heard everything, from the moment Mav was struck to when Rooster went down, to when they thought they weren’t coming home. I was just praying and willing that whole time for my jet to go faster, so I could get to them, so I could save them.” 

“You got to them Jake, you did your job,” You said. 

“But what if I hadn’t? What if I didn’t get there in time? Or worse, the enemy fired back. And then I think. . . what if it was you?” Jake looked up at you, his green eyes wide, “The nightmares used to be about the team and Bradley, then. . . you started showing up. And now, all I can think about is listening to you call out my name for help and I try to get there fast enough, but all I see is you. . . your plane is getting ripped apart.” 

“I didn’t have a clear head, so I knew I shouldn’t be flying. I just didn’t know what to do. I-I’ve never had this happen,” Jake said honestly. 

“You ask for help, Jake. It’s okay to ask for help,” You say to him, “We can go talk to behavioral health tomorrow, and you can talk to someone. Jake, you don’t have to do this on your own, okay. I’m here and so is Rooster, and so is your whole team. You shouldn’t have to deal with this on your own.” 

“Thank you,” Jake said, and grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on the inside of your wrist, “I’m sorry I hid it from you, I just didn’t want you to see me as weak.” 

“You’re not weak Jake, this doesn’t make you weak. . . it makes you human."

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