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The Rules of Friends with Benefits

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Pilot!reader (Sparrow) Characters: Pilot!reader (Sparrow), Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Javy “Coyote” Malachi, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Penny Benjamin, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Beau “Cyclone” Simpson (breifly mentioned) Warnings: Fluff, angst, happy ending, mentions of smut, illusions to sex, not as graphic as it could be, the rules are like a voice over to the scenes, no one knew what was going on, everyone made a bet when they noticed a change, Bob was the only one to say reader and jake got together, penny making a joke about the dagger squad being his children, reader and cyclone don’t see eye to eye (implied), never bet with the dagger squad

Word Count: 4,321

A/N: A little background on Jake talking to Bob about being his back seater. The reader was originally Jake’s after she finished her practice round (as punishment, for both of them). Then Cyclone called in the only one he felt would be the man for the job, Bob. 

- Reader’s unmentioned call sign in Sparrow hence Jake’s Wings nickname

- Javy jokingly told Jake to ask reader about a fwb situation but never thought he’d actually do it

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You never thought you'd ever be asked something as insane as he just did. "I'm sorry, what?" 

He throws his head back and takes another shot. "You're acting like no one's asked you this before, Wings." 

You clench your jaw, annoyance filling you once more. "I'm not doing this with you." You scoot your chair back. 

"I'm sorry." 

You pause, "you're sorry?" 

"I," he sighs. "I told Coyote this was a stupid idea." 

"What was that?" You ask, curious as to what he mumbled. 

"Would it be so bad to sleep with me?" 

"Yeah. I don't want to catch anything," you say with a snarky smile. 

He doesn't find it as funny. "You know that's not true." 

"Is it though?" 

"Just because I may sleep with a few different women when we're off, doesn't mean I'm not careful." 

"Yeah," you reach for his drink, taking it for yourself. "I'll believe it when I see it." "Do you want to do this or not?" 

"Why me?" 

"What?" 

"Why did Coyote suggest you ask me? No, better question, why did you agree to ask me?" 

He's quiet. 

"I mean, did you think I'd be easy or something?" 

He realizes just how badly this has already begun and he needs to stop it before it gets worse. "I've got to stop you right there because that's not- that isn't,” he sighs. 

“How about we start with, why you want to “fraternize” with coworkers?” 

He shrugs. 

You raise a brow before the corner of your lips twitch upwards. “Do you like me, Hangman? You wanna see me in a whole new light, perhaps.” 

He shakes his head, letting out a huffing chuckle. “I’m glad to see you’re enjoying this.” 

“Oh, I am. I see it now. You want to sleep with me because... you’re desperate, none of your usual hookers are available and you’re stressed.” 

"Okay, they're not hookers. They were... nice women who-" 

"In other words, they were horny." 

He huffs, "you gonna let me talk or not?" 

You raise your hands and scoot back into your seat. 

"I think it'd be beneficial for us to do this kind of thing. Like you said, I'm stressed, and I know you are too. This line of work isn't the easiest." 

You gasp, "you're joking. I thought it was so easy." 

"See, that- that attitude right there I would love to-" 

You pause, licking your teeth. "You've thought about this before. You're a dirty, dirty man." 

"Hey now-" 

You shrug, "I don't blame you. I've overheard girls talking about you. Really makes a girl think." 

"So?" 

"If we're going to do this, we're going to need to establish some boundaries... or rules, I should say." 

"So- so we're doing this?" He was not expecting it to be this easy. 

You nod, "you make a valid point and I need something to help me take care of my stress." 

"I think I'm going to need another shot." 

"Go order us another round while I think of some rules." 

He doesn't need to be told twice as he walks towards the bar, easily calling Penny over. 

You shake your head before grabbing a napkin and jotting a couple of things down. 

Jake doesn't pay attention to any of the few women practically throwing these onto him. 

It surprises Pete and Penny when they see him, shrug these ladies off and away from him... until he walks back towards you with a smile on his face. 

-

Penny glances over at her boyfriend with a raised brow. "That's not going to end well." 

"Maybe." 

"You're really trying to argue with me." 

"No." 

"You are." 

"I- no." 

"Go take these to your kids." 

"They're not mine." 

"They might as well be." 

-

“What are you writing there, Wings?” 

You glance up at him, moving your arm to hide what you’ve written. “Not much, just... jotting down a couple of things.” 

He sets your usual order to the side, (unknowingly, he subconsciously) wants all your attention he can get. 

“A few rules, mainly. We can add more once we, you know, start this.” 

“You sound so excited.” 

You roll your eyes. “Don’t give me attitude. You know we should have some rules, even if one of us doesn’t always want to follow them.” 

“Oh, now you want to bring up our past. Well, what about the time when-” 

You push yourself off the stool and cover his mouth. “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. God you’re a child, licking my hand, really?” 

He shrugs. 

“I’m going to remove my hand. I want to hear nothing from you, you jerk.” 

He nods. 

“These are a few basic things I felt were necessary to get out there.” 

“Makes sense to me.”

Rule #1: No discussing the deal with those who aren’t either of the pertaining parties

“So, you’re looking exceptionally glowy this morning.” 

You shake your head, not giving into what your most trusted pilot friend (only female friend) and ally’s comment. “Glowy?” You ask, sitting on the bench as you tie your shoes. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about and don’t even pretend like you don’t. You’re not a very good liar.” 

You snort. ‘If only you knew, Nat.’ 

“Okay.” You grab your bag and head out for the day. 

“Is it that guy you told me about the other day?” 

“Which one? I’ve been a little... out there lately.” 

She doesn’t raise a brow, knowing you’re testing the waters, trying to find someone who’s benefits worthy before trying to settle down. 

“What guy?” You sigh and turn around to find the devil. 

“Bagman,” Natasha groans before yanking you with her. “We’re leaving. Go bother someone else. I want to enjoy the rest of my Thursday.” 

“Too bad. I hear gossip and what is a guy supposed to do, other than listen and enjoy of course.” 

Javy walks up behind the blond. “Have you seen him since?” 

You turn to narrow your eyes at the two of them, praying to all and any god listening, to make sure neither of them talk about this. 

Jake’s smirk only widens. 

You regret starting this with him. 

“Was he any good?” 

That question gets her to stop. “What?”

She grimaces, “why would you want to know that Bagman? You not getting enough of your own, you need to ask others for their night out, so you have something to get off too?” 

He’s quick to react, “what no! What’s wrong with you?!” 

“Me?! You’re the one asking if the guy she slept with was any good and you’re getting pissed as me?” 

He struggles to give a well-timed response and the two of you walk away. 

-

Once you’re in her car and buckled in, you text the idiot. 

SparrowBird 

“If you plan on breaking rule 1, let me know so I can figure out where to bury my embarrassed body” 3:22p Sent Read 

“Idiot” 3:24pm Sent Read 

WannabeCowboy 

“It wasn’t my fault, Wings” 3:26pm Sent Read 

SparrowBird 

“Sure, it wasn’t” 3:26pm Sent Read 

WannabeCowboy 

“I swear it wasn’t” 3:28pm Sent Read 

SparrowBird 

“We’re not in a relationship” 3:30pm Sent Read 

You feel bad about texting him about your non-existent relationship for some reason? Maybe you don’t want to make him sad thinking about it. 

WannabeCowboy 

“I know” 3:34pm Sent Read 

SparrowBird 

“They can’t know” 3:39pm Sent Read 

“I don’t want anyone to ask questions. You know how nosey everyone can get” 3:39pm Sent Read 

It’s true, everyone from your group is too damn nosey but it’s not why you told him they can’t know. 

WannabeCowboy typing…

Rule #2: No sleeping with other people (that includes dating)

“Sorry, darlin’ but I’m afraid I can’t tonight.” He easily turns her down, something he hasn’t done... ever. 

“What? Why not?” She leans in closer as if that would persuade him into changing his mind. “Am I not pretty enough?” 

“Oh no, you are. I just- uh- I’m too busy.” 

“I saw the girl you came in with. She’s the one you always talk about, right?” 

He says nothing. 

“She’s the one you always come to me about. She’s the reason you’re always so stressed, remember?” She tugs at the collar of his shirt. 

He reaches up and gingerly removes her hand from him. 

She pouts. “Is she finally giving you some attention or something?” 

He nods, “or something. So, even though you were, I say again, great. I can’t. I have to get back before she comes over, searching for me. I think I’ve let her drink melt enough tonight.” 

She rolls her eyes, “whatever.” 

He smirks as he turns around, walking away. He’s never felt this much satisfaction rejecting a girl before. ‘Is this why you did?’ He reaches beside you to give you your drink. 

“Here you go, Wings.” 

“Must you continue with that god awful nickname?” You ask, silently hoping he doesn’t stop. It’s special. 

“It’s my humanly duty.” 

You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, “see I don’t think it is, in your mind maybe.” 

He takes a sip of his drink. “Who was that guy that swooped in, not even a minute after I left to go to the bar?” 

“No one important.” 

“You sure? It looked like he was trying to do more than talk to you.” 

“He was, which is why I turned him down.” You avoid eye contact and take big gulps of your drink, staring out the window watching the sunset and the ocean waves crashing. 

Jake takes this opportunity to stare at you, wondering how someone like yourself would ever want to be in a “friend” with benefits situation with him. 

He can’t lie and say he’s not happy that you agreed to it, because he is. Oh, he is. 

But there’s another thought that comes to mind. 

You could easily find someone else to relieve your stress, he knows you can so why change that now? 

You look down at your phone when it vibrates against the table. You open it and find a text from that one guy you went to the bar with months ago. 

BarGuy 

“Hey. You in town?” 7:33pm Sent Read 

You glance up, checking to see where Jake’s attention is. 

He’s chatting with Javy, who must’ve come when you were too into your thoughts. 

SparrowBird 

“Nope. I don’t think I’ll be back in town for a while. Sorry” 7:45pm Sent Read 

After that you decide to turn off your phone, making a mental note to delete his number. 

He was a genuinely nice guy but the more you... hangout with Jake, the more you get to know him. 

“You two down for a round of pool?” 

You chuckle, “if you mean, are you two ready to get your asses handed to you by a woman. Let’s play, Coyote.” 

Javy eyes follow you as you walk towards the pool tables. “That’s the girl you want?” 

Jake’s offended. “What does that mean?” 

“She’s scary.” 

A hearty chuckle escapes him. “What?” 

“She’s got that crazy look in her eye. I think she plans on killing me.” 

“Now, who’s dramatic?” 

He pats his buddy’s shoulder before walking away. “Still you, man.”

Rule #3: No having sex without protection

One minute you’re in the air, the next you’re being berated for not doing what you felt was unnecessary and going against orders. 

You were so annoyed and then as soon as you stepped through the locker room door, you knew what was going to happen tonight. “What are you doing here?” 

He shrugs, “I thought you might want a little… company tonight. I know, it was intense today.” 

You roll your eyes and walk down the hallway, Jake on your tail. “I’m not talking about this with you.” 

“You don’t have to talk, Wings. I mean, you’re already going to be a mess underneath me for the first part-” 

You grab the collar of his flight suit and slam his back into the nearest wall. 

He barely flinches. 

You lean in, “could you have said that any louder?” 

There’s that stupid smirk again. 

“I can scream it if you want me to?” 

You let him go and stomp down the hallway, heading back to your place. 

-

Bob swerves around the corner, catching your body exiting the door before it closes. He glances between the door and an unkempt Jake. 

The smirk falls from his face when he notices Bob. “What are you looking at Baby on Board?” 

He shakes his head, “nothing. You ready to go in the air?” 

“As if you need to ask.” 

He regretted it as soon as the question was asked. 

Jake wraps his arm around the other man’s shoulders. “Let me give you a few pointers on being my back seater.” 

“I’d rather not.” 

“Too bad.” 

-

He called you as soon as he left, teasing you… in a non-Jake way. “I got your favorite.” 

You furrow your brows and not because the characters on the tv show you’re watching are doing some interesting things for a comedy show. “My favorites?” 

“Yep. Favorite dinner, drink, and desert plus some whip cream which could be used later.” 

“You’re just trying to persuade your way into my pants.” 

“I’ve already been there but I’d like to visit again.” 

“God, you’re annoying.” 

“Which makes the sex better.” 

You roll your eyes. “Are you almost here?” 

“Just pulled in, sweetheart.” 

‘That’s a new one,’ you think. 

After dinner you two sit down and finish the season of your most recent binge. 

You don’t remember who started it, but you wound up in your bedroom and you pulled away from him. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, this- this is good, but it’d be even better if I knew you had protection.” 

“Protection?” 

You blink once. “Don’t tell me you’re seriously this dumb.” 

He looks offended but you don’t focus on that and continue talking. 

“I’m not talking about protection to save us from a bear attack, Seresin. I’m talking about the more important protection, you know, like a condom. We’ve been over this before.” 

The corner of his mouth curls. “What’s got you in such a mood?” 

“As if you don’t know?” You’re tired of the games he’s been playing with you since earlier this morning, at work no less. 

Your annoyance rises as you think about how easily he teases you in front of everyone, almost like he wants them to find out. But this is the only thing you’ve been looking forward to since your “talk” with Vice Admiral Cyclone. 

You get tired of trying to unbutton his shirt and rip it off. 

“You got something or not?” 

He glances between you and his, now destroyed, shirt. “I do.” 

“Good, I have some of my own so we’re both fine.” He pulls off the rest of his shirt before reaching down for your own, pulling it up to your chest. He leans down, kissing along your neck before moving down to, as you say (the next morning), attack you. 

“I don’t need you to take your time.” You grab him by his neck, holding so you’re a mere few inches apart, “it’s sweet but I need you and I need you now.” 

“I like what you’re telling me to sweetheart.” 

There it is again.  

Rule #4 No kissing

You close your eyes, head tilting back. 

As much as you hate to admit it, it feels so good… and you don’t want him to know. Jake has a big enough ego; he doesn’t need anything else to expand that. 

He knows it’s good, that he’s good; he’s holding back so he doesn’t let go too early. He wants to make this last, unlike the other times you’ve been together or any other woman he’s been with. 

Your grip tightens on the sheets, trying your best to not lift your hands and scratch him. 

God knows there doesn’t need to be anymore “talk” in the locker rooms. No marks, no more talks; it’s as simple as that. 

He doesn’t try to slow down or stop (when does he). His pace is relentless. 

You shiver when his lips move up against your neck, you don’t mind it though even if both of you agreed to this being a rule. 

Maybe you’re getting soft or maybe you’re giving in to the feelings you’ve been denying for so long. You can’t think too much into it as your body is moved closer to him, your hands slip onto his biceps. 

He lifts your lower half higher so you’re resting on his lap and begins nipping at your jawline. 

Your nails slowly dig into the skin of his biceps, he doesn’t mind. 

He pecks your check and then corner of your mouth. 

You let out a shuddered breath, stomach twitching at the sensation in your lower body and his intimate gesture. 

He lifts his head off you, studying your expression, wanting to see how close you are. He can’t help it and leans down, capturing your lips with his. 

You’re quick to fall into a rhythm with him. 

You know there’s no turning back, you’ve gone too far, you’re in too deep. 

No matter how many rules you two made, it was doomed from the start. 

There was always something between the two of you no matter how much you tried to deny it.

Rule #5 No falling for each other

“Would it kill you stop looking at your phone like that?” 

Jake’s head snaps up. “What?” 

His friend clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You’ve been staring at your phone over the last few minutes.” 

“And?” 

“You look like a sad puppy whenever you check the notifications and find that she hasn’t responded.” 

“No, I don’t.” 

“You do. Next time you do, I’ll take a photo.” 

“Coyote-” 

The man shakes his head. “Nope, don’t even try. You won’t win.” 

He rolls his eyes. “I hate you sometimes.” 

“No, you don’t.” 

This gets the blonds mind thinking. 

Could he really be becoming a different person because he has actual feeling you? Is that why he gets, well like this, now? 

He shakes his head, he couldn’t have feelings for you, right? 

Javy turns around to find his friend gone, he purses his lips because he knows the main reason why Jake left but did, he really have to leave him on his own? 

They drove to the bar together and he needs a wingman tonight. 

-

You open the door, “hi.” 

“Hey.” 

“What made you come over? I thought you had plans with your boyfriend tonight?” 

He doesn’t join in on the chuckling. 

“Okay, you usually laugh when I joke about Coyote, what happened? Are you okay?” 

He nods. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just-” Missed you is what he truly wants to say. “I was a little stressed after this afternoon.” 

You nod your head, “I kind of figured you would be. It wasn’t easy today.” 

And then you two wound up in your bedroom. 

He stares at you, like he did earlier when you walked through the door at base this morning but… something’s changed since then. 

Have you always looked this serene even while his hips snap against yours over and over again? 

How did he not realize that you're the one he wants to go out with and take on the most magical and memorable dates? 

Is this what Javy has been implying this whole time? 

He begs you to open your eyes, but you don't hear him. "Sweetheart," he takes a deep breath, not wanting to let you know how good he's feeling (now that he knows what he feels for you) because if he does, he'll moan. 

"Open your eyes. I need to see you... fall apart for me,” he adds in normal Jake fashion. “Do it for me,” and then he says something he’s never done before and calls you by your first name. 

You struggle to open your eyes and bite your bottom lip, close to sucking it in so a witty comeback doesn’t escape you and ruin the mood. 

"There she is," he smiles, leaning in. His eyes trail over your face, memorizing every blemish spot, acne scarring, and anything else you may see as an imperfection that he's going to forever classify as absolutely beautiful. 

The look in his eyes is much different than previous times. It's like, he's seeing you for the first time. 

You can feel the change coursing through your body (and not just because he's slowing his pace, wanting to draw this out). 

He hovers over you for a minute and then leans in closer to your face, his eyes travel over every part of it he can. He's trying to see if it's okay for him to do this and finds no objections, dare he say, you're even leaning up and meeting him halfway. 

Neither of you can think about how you're breaking rule number four and five, as you kiss him until you can't anymore. 

You two barely part, breathing the other in as you catch your breath. 

It just became more than a friend with benefits situation, and it’s become more complicated than it should have, which led to your blowup.

You lay side by side, staring at the ceiling trying to comprehend what happened and what this means. 

He turns to his side, watching you, something he’s never done before. “You, okay?” 

“Yep.” 

“Doesn’t sound like it. Usually there’s a little more heat to you.” 

“Maybe I don’t have any more heat.” 

“Like I’d believe that.” 

“Why don’t you just go home?” 

His brows knit together in confusion. “Woah. What just happened?” 

“What do you mean? I’m just helping you get out of here faster. I mean, you’re already out the door by now. Why take your time tonight?” 

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me, and I don’t care how long that takes.” 

“Well, I do.” You push yourself out of your bed and throw on the top you were grabbing your underwear and bottoms. “You need to get out.” You turn around and find him sitting up, watching you. 

“Okay, I hear, and I will, but can I just ask one thing?” 

“What?” You snap at him. 

“Why are you trying to throw me out of here so bad?” 

“What?” 

“I don’t have any other plans tonight; in fact, I ditched Javy so I could come see you.” 

“Am I supposed to be grateful?” 

“I’m not saying that.” 

“Sounds like it.” 

“Would you stop trying to push me away?” 

“I’m not trying to push anyone away. I think,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I think this was a mistake.” 

“What? Our deal?” 

You run a hand through your hair, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah, I do.” 

He gets out of bed, grabbing his boxers. “I don’t believe you.” 

“Yeah, and I don’t care whether you do or not.” 

“You care more than you want to admit.” 

“Why do you keep saying that? As if- as if there’s more to us than there really is,” you say, voice cracking with emotion. 

“Because I know something’s changed. For you and for me.” 

You shake your head. 

“It’s true,” he reaches for you, hands on either. “I’ll be the first out of the two of us to admit that I broke one of our rules.” 

You don't even know how to respond. 

"I broke the one rule we created because we already knew we were doomed." 

"Which one?" 

"One of the important ones, especially with what we do. You remember the conference we had not too long ago about how being in a relationship with your coworker isn't a good idea because of all the drama that can come with it." 

It takes you a minute to realize what he's talking about and once you do, you let out a quiet, "oh." 

"Yeah, that one. I can't stop thinking about you, you know?" 

"Really?" 

"Always, never stopped. Even when we supposedly hated each other. You were still there, lingering and that's why I knew it should be you I ask." 

"Is that what made you come up with this idea?" 

"Not at first. It was kind of Coyote’s idea.” 

“He knows?!” 

“No,” he shakes his head. “No, no one does... but he and Bob might suspect something’s up.” 

“What?!” 

“Hey, hey,” he pulls you close. “They’re not going to say anything unless we tell them to. You know Bob and I vouch for Coyote. And they know better than to mess with my girl.” 

You pull back, “your girl?” 

“I thought we went through this already?” 

You pretend to think about it before shaking your head, “nope, pretty sure we didn’t.” 

“Alright, fine. Would you do me the honor of being the one I get to call mine?” 

You shrug, “I guess.” 

“Oh, that’s how we’re going to play this.” 

“Yeah, whatch’ you going to do about it, stud?” 

“Throw you back into that bed and show you.” You smile before launching yourself at him. “Take me away... or go home.” 

He moves his hands from your thighs and slides them closer to your behind. “I’m starting to think you like my punishments.” 

“Me? Never, what makes you say that?” 

He smiles, shaking his head and gently sets you down letting you crawl wherever you think you can. 

-

Natasha turns her head, curious as to what she saw from the corner of her eye. “Did you get attacked by a suckerfish?” She asks, with a smirk.

You shake your head, “if only you knew.” 

-

“Damn, Hangman. You wind up in bed with a werewolf?” Reuben asks. 

“It was brat night.” 

A few of the others start snickering. 

-

You two see each other from afar, he winks, and you smile. 

Bradley, Mickey, Reuben, and Natasha are losing their minds. 

No one sees but Javy slides a twenty over to Bob. “It’s always the quiet ones.” 

Bob smirks and slips it into his pocket.

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Ticking time bomb - Jake Seresin Imagine x bestie reader

A/N: okay so you guys loved protective Jake in the first blurb, so here’s some more of him. This can be a stand alone or read as part 2 to Her protector

Warnings: cursing, verbal abuse, mentions of physical abuse, and Jake being protective again

The next week following the family day cookout were beyond tense in your household. You lived with your current boyfriend Nathan, and the fighting the two of you were doing just kept getting worse and worse. You were sleeping on the couch almost every night, you were crying yourself to sleep, and you were in a hole of despair. You had barely seen Jake since he stood up for you at the cookout, Nathan making sure he stayed far away from you. It absolutely broke your heart, but you felt trapped with absolutely no other choice.

It was a typical Saturday night, Nathan was out with his squad and you were at home watching a movie by yourself. You were curled up on the couch watching the notebook when he stumbled through the front door drunk as can be. “Hey, baby..” he started, trying to lean against the wall. “I saw your piece of shit ex best friend tonight. You’ll be happy to know he seems totally fine without you.” The words stung as you sat up, tears rolling down your cheeks. They couldn’t be true, could they? There’s no way Jake would just not care about you like that.

“You’re lying.” The words were a whisper that barely registered, your mind questioning if you even asked the words out loud. “I’m not. He is completely fine without you.” He had a shit eating grin on his face that absolutely broke you. You let out a shaky breath and unlocked your phone, a picture of you on Jake’s back instantly coming up. You two were in high school in this picture. Jake had just got done playing in a championship game and they had won and his mom had wanted a picture of the two of you to celebrate. You had missed school for two whole days to watch him play and the two of you had the biggest grins on your faces. He couldn’t be right. There’s no way.

You typed up a text to Jake asking how he could care so little about you and the response was clearly him being flabbergasted. What on earth are you talking about?

That sealed your fate with Nathan. Him, lying to your face about your friendship with Jake. “Fuck you.” That was all you said as you walked out to your car, tears rolling down your cheeks. It has been bad this week, but this was the lowest point. You felt so isolated and alone. Your phone rang repeatedly with calls from Jake, all of them going unanswered as you sat in your car numb and disconnected. What even was going on anymore?

You just sat in your car in the driveway , watching the rain pour down your windshield. It was like Mother Nature was in tune with your emotions and she was playing with the weather. You felt your phone vibrate again and you checked it, seeing Jake’s name pop up from a text message. Fuck it, I’m coming over.

And with that, you knew you had no choice in the matter. You sat for what felt like seconds, but you knew it was longer than that. You saw Jake’s headlights come into view and you numbly opened your door, seeing the boy immediately come into view. “Oh, Peach..” his voice was quiet, a tone only you got to see. He looked you over quietly, making sure there wasn’t a single scratch on you. His nostrils were flaring with anger as he took you by the hand and carefully helped you out of your car and into his truck.

No words were shared as you laid your head against the window, your eyes watching as the lights of the town blurred by. You closed your eyes and managed to try and keep your breath steady and normal.

Jake kept his eyes going from the road to you, his chest aching in a massive way. This was his fault. He introduced you to Nathan. It had ruined his entire plan for that night at the party. He had his friends in on it and he was going to have them pick you two for seven minutes in heaven and he was going to confess his feelings to you in the closet, but of course, Nathan took you over that night. He let out an audible sigh that got your attention, eyes shifting over to his as he stopped at a stop light. “He said you didn’t care about me anymore.” Your voice was quiet, barely a whisper that broke the quiet tension between the two of you. The blonde boy scoffed, looking at you incredulously, “Please. You are one of the only people in the world I care about besides my mom and sisters.” You felt a blush rise up in your cheeks as you looked down at your lap. You knew it was true.

“I know,” The words were a bit stronger than your last ones, a small smile gracing your lips as the two of you pulled into the driveway of the house that Jake shared with Bradley, the bronco parked in the other slot in the driveway. “Can we watch the losers?” It was your favorite movie and it would cheer you up instantly. He agreed and the two of you made your way into the house. You curled up on the couch under a blanket next to Jake.

You were watching the movie one second and then the next Jake felt a weight on his arm and you were knocked out. He chuckled quietly and attempted to keep watching the movie until he eventually passed out on the couch next to you.

The two of you slept like that for a few hours until you heard raised voices and you stirred from your sleep slowly. “She’s not here, just leave.” That was Bradley’s voice. “Seriously, man. Get the fuck out.” That was Jake’s voice. “I know she’s here, I saw your truck in my driveway Fiona hit.” And there was Nathan. You let out a shaky breath as you finally came too and stood up from the couch, it squeaking quietly under you.

“Baby, I know you’re in there.” You could hear Nathan and he sounded like the man you fell in love with, your heart shattered. “Please come home. I’ve been up worried sick about you all night.” You could feel your throat constricting and you could feel Bradley and Jake both looking at you. You looked down at the floor, thinking.

You could see Jake wanted to approach you. He wanted to tell you to stay, but he didn’t. It wasn’t his place. “Please baby girl, I’ll stop drinking for you, I promise.” And those were the words that did it, you took a few steps forward and moved between the two aviators and into Nathan’s waiting embrace. He kissed your forehead, apologizing profusely. You could visibly see Jake’s heart break as the two of you walked away, Nathan promising to never hurt you again.

However, little did you and Jake know, that you would show up at his house just days later black and blue and needing him more than ever.

[hiding-in-my-blanket-fort]

A few fluffy headcanons, sprinkled with some mild hurt/comfort for Jake “Hangman” Seresin x GF!Reader with social anxiety:

Jake doesn’t get it at first. He’s used to having a lot of attention when he walks into a room and he uses it to his full advantage.

You try not to let it show because you don’t want to slow him down. And you definitely don’t want him to be disappointed in you.

So when you’re out with Jake and his buddies at a very crowded Hard Deck, and it feels like you can’t breathe, or the headache starts coming on, you disappear.

You think you can regroup before Jake notices you’re gone.

But that doesn’t happen. No matter how much Jake runs his mouth and puffs and preens, he still has one eye on you the whole time.

So he notices as soon as you slip out the door without saying anything to him.

He follows you out to the beach where you’re sitting, huddled up against the chilly breeze with your shoes off and your bare toes in the sand.

“Am I interrupting a romantic rendezvous with your secret lover?” he calls as he approaches with this smile on his face that melts you on the spot.

Because it just hits you that Jake is completely and totally out of your league and what the hell is he doing with you?

When you don’t reply, his smile falters a little. “This is the part where you say that I’m your secret lover and we can get the party started now that I’m here.”

You manage a very tired smile. “If it’s a party you’re looking for, you left it back there in the bar.”

Jake sits beside you on the sand, brushing his hand down the back of your head.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks softly.

For a few seconds, you don’t say anything, trying to convince yourself that you’re fine. But it all comes bubbling out that it’s so…much. All of it happening at once.

“I never know what to say. And I’m worried I’ll say something stupid and embarrass you. So I just sit there like a dumbass and I feel so fucking lost and out of place. But you…everyone’s eyes are on you but I feel like this stupid little wallflower. And I don’t want people looking at me but I’m not…I mean…I’m sure your friends think you’re way too good for me and they’re totally right. It’s just - “

Jake cuts you off by cupping your face in his hands. As soon as his broad palms, firm and warm, are pressed to your cheeks, you give a little sigh of frustration because sweet jesus, you love him so much but you’re afraid to lose him.

“Babe. Babe, slow down. Take a breath.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to compose yourself, shift your gaze to the sky, and begrudgingly inhale and huff an exhale.

“That’s better,” he says gently. “Now. Did someone tell you that? Did someone say I was too good for you?”

You shake your head and very quietly say, “No.”

“Then where on earth did you get that idea, sweetheart? You’re my girl. Mine. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else says or thinks. You don’t have to do a damn thing. You’ve already got me, hook, line, and sinker. Okay?”

As his words sink in, the exhaustion takes over and you melt against Jake. Your eyes droop closed and you sag into his hands.

“I didn’t want to let you down,” you whisper.

Jake looks at you with this completely baffled expression because he believes that’s literally impossible. You could never ever let him down. So he folds you into his arms, rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You stay like that for at least thirty minutes, more insecurities and anxieties bubbling up. Jake neatly and logically bats each one down in a way that encourages you to replace the thought with a better one of your own making.

After that, when you hang out in a social setting, Jake makes sure to hold your hand with a firm grip to keep you grounded and comforted.

The two of you also developed a series of hand signals that you used on everything from, “I’m tired and ready to leave,” to “Extra anxious today. Could you order for me at the restaurant?”

Jake often offers for the two of you to stay in on date night, instead of going out with friends. As much as you enjoy those days staying in together, you also make sure that you challenge yourself to hang out with his friends because it’s important to him.

You found out by accident that when you’re really overstimulated and shaky, you can nestle right into Jake’s arms, with your back to his chest and his chin resting on your shoulder. His body heat and his weight pressed against you feels like a weighted blanket (except it’s a 1000x better) which calms you down.

Jake is ALWAYS eagerly offering to be your human weighted blanket. “Happy to be of service, darlin’,” with that trademark smoldering smirk that makes you want to strangle him and kiss him at the same time.

Jake also understands when you prefer to remain in your corner solo. Since his presence draws attention, sometimes he’ll purposefully make a scene AWAY from you so that you can have some breathing room during social events.

After a social event, he knows the social hangover can be extra hard on you so he makes sure you both have down time. He sleeps in with you, holds you, naps with you, and makes sure to be extra gentle with you until you’re 100% again.

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[ilyasorokinn]

like the movies , hangman

note, the titles comes from all the cheesy romance books i read and romcoms. i watch. you might see tropes you recognize. with. it is inspired by books and movies, things might move faster than they do in real life. if you don't like that, don't read this. pair, jake "hangman" seresin x reader summary, after being left at the altar, y/n gets in her car and drives. with no destination in mind, she eventually ends up in front of a bar in san diego. she garners everyone's attention the moment she walks through the doors, one of those people being hangman. warnings, cursing, alcohol consumption (all legal), jerk former fiances word count, 4579 words

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"I'm sorry, he's gone." Those were the words that kept replaying over and over in your head. He wasn't dead, but he might as well be.

The words, "He's gone" kept playing over and over in your head, and it wasn't like you wanted to keep thinking about it, you were driving in silence, left alone with nothing but your thoughts. After almost half an hour on the road, you finally reached for the radio nozzle and turned it on.

You flipped through the channels, trying to find one that wasn't playing some kind of love song, and ended up on a station that played nothing but Christmas music, and even then there were some Christmas love songs that hurt more than the actual love song.

After driving all afternoon with no breaks, you were somehow still awake and moving, only running on a couple cups of crappy coffee and a bagel from that morning, you ended up at a bar.

You pushed open the bar doors, paying no mind to all the eyes that were immediately drawn to you. You plopped down on a barstool and waited for the bartender to come over and take your order.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked, her eyes warm and inviting.

"Something strong." She smiled and grabbed a glass, pouring you a shot of something.

The question she was about to ask quickly died on her lips after she watched you down the shot, "That bad, huh?"

"The guy I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with left me at the altar. I've been driving since 2 in the afternoon, and it's..." You looked up at the clock, "10, so I've had a pretty shit day." You nodded, keeping your eyes locked on the ring still on your finger.

As you continued to stare at it, the more you wanted it off. You didn't know why it took you so long to take it off, but when you did it almost felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

"You know what? This rounds on me." The woman smiled, "I'm Penny."

"Y/N." You smiled. She was called away by another customer but offered you another smile before making her way over to the man.

"White dress? Don't tell me you got a groom at home waitin' for you?" You turned around to match a face to the voice. You were fully expecting a jerky-looking guy but were surprised to find a man in service khakis, a pilot, standing behind you.

"Nope." You answered with a simple shake of your head.

"I gotta say, this is very Friends-like.” He commented, “Girl runs into a bar wearing a wedding dress.”

“She ran into a cafe.” You corrected.

“Potato-Potato.” He rolled his eyes, “Can I ask why you’re in a bar in a wedding dress? I know there's a story there."

"Not much to talk about." You shrugged.

"There's always a story."

"Oh, there's a story, just not a very interesting one." You tried to brush it off, "What's your name?" You attempted to change the subject.

"Hangman." He flashed you an almost cocky smile.

"Hangman?"

"It's my callsign." The smirk didn't once fall from his face as he held out his hand, "What's your name?"

"Y/N." You shook his hand.

-

The same ritual continued for the next couple of nights. You would sit at the bar, drinking only one drink, paying but not leaving until closing.

If you left right after you finished your drink, you would be stuck going back to the empty hotel room with nothing but your thoughts, and the thought of that was almost as scary as the situation you were in at that very moment. Alone and trying to navigate your way through this new life alone.

"Another one?" Penny offered.

"No, I'm good." You smiled.

"So, I heard through the grapevine that you're moving to town."

"From who?"

"Mrs. Neilson and I are pretty close." You smiled. The owner of the hotel you were staying at greeted you with open arms and welcomed you as if you had known each other for years when you first arrived at her hotel.

"She would be correct. I am."

"She also mentioned something about you looking for a job." Penny brought up.

"I am. Is there anything else she mentioned? Perhaps the name of my first pet." You joked.

She smiled, "She's kind of a gossiper, but she means well. Anyways, I bring it up because I could always use some help around the bar."

"Really? Wait, is this you offering me a job, because if it's not, this would be really awkward."

She laughed again, "Yes, this is me offering you a job."

"Sweet, all right, what time do you need me, boss?"

"Can you start tomorrow?"

"I guess I could move some things around." You joked.

"Great. Can you come in at 3? Just to start training?"

"See you then."

-

The next night, you were behind the bar, serving people drinks, "That was fast." You heard. You glanced over and saw Hangman.

"Didn't have many any other options." You shrugged, "So, what can I get you?"

"What do you suggest?" You gave him your input and poured him the drink when he gave you the 'okay', "How're you doing?"

You shrugged, "Working helps the "not thinking" part." You admitted.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You shook your head, "All right, changing the subject." He nodded, "So, heard you're looking for somewhere to live."

"What? Was it plastered across the pinboard in town hall or something?" You joked.

"Nah, saw a poster hanging in the bathroom down by the beach," He joked, and you rolled your eyes, "I heard you and Penny talking the other night."

"Oh." You nodded.

"And I have a spare room." You stared at him, trying to decipher what was going on in his mind, "I'm offering it to you."

"Thanks, I'm okay." You shook your head.

"Oh, come on, why not?"

"That's a stupid question." You scoffed, "You're a man, you could murder me or something. I think I'll take my chances at the hotel instead."

"Oh, come on."

"Why are you pushing this so hard? We barely know each other. We had one conversation."

"A very long and lengthy one. It was like 2 and a half hours. I know all your deepest darkest secrets."

"I might've been a little tipsy, but I wasn't at the "sharing my deepest darkest secrets with a stranger" tipsy level yet." You told him.

"Does anyone else know that you partially contributed to Louis, the family dog, running away?"

"All right, no, but that's not my point. I don't even know your last name."

"Seresin." He answered without missing a beat.

"Jake..."

"Come on."

"Let's make a deal. If you can't find someone within the next week, you come to stay with me for a few days, and if you do find a place, then you find a place."

"Why're you pushing this so hard?"

"Can't a friend just look out for a friend?"

"I wasn't aware we were friends."

"Ouch." He held a hand over his heart as if he had been hit there, "You sure know how to wound a guy." You rolled your eyes, "Do we have a deal, Ice Queen?"

You pursed your lips, stared at him, and against all better judgment, you shook the hand he had held out, "Deal."

-

"Is that the last one?" Jake asked as he slid the last of your bags into the bed of his truck.

"Yeah." You nodded. You spent 5 days looking for somewhere to live, and after finding nothing,

"Didn't really take a lot, did you?"

"When I was packing, I wasn't really thinking. I was just thinking about getting the heck out of there."

"All right, I get it." He nodded, "Just follow me home."

After you followed him home, he quickly started unloading everything into the guest room you would now call home, "Welcome home."

"I really appreciate you letting me stay here. And just so you know, I can clean and do all the housework since you, for some reason, won't let me pay for anything. My offer to pay for all my water and electricity still stands." You told him.

He smiled, "It's fine, really. I'm not really paying for anything as it is."

"Who's paying?"

"Uncle Sam." He carried one of your boxes into your new room.

"Well, crap, maybe I should've enlisted." You muttered.

-

You were getting settled in perfectly. You had a great job, had met some friends, and had a pretty cool place to live that wasn't too far from the beach, and things with Jake were even looking up.

You were becoming friends, and not like people you become friends with because you sit next to them in a class, you were actual friends who did things outside of school.

"I have work tonight, so you're on your own for dinner tonight."

He gasped, "You want me to starve?"

"Oh, whatever. You'll figure something out, and if not, there's always a frozen pizza in the freezer." You reminded him.

"Really? The Tony's pizza in the freezer? It tastes like cardboard." He complained

"Well, we have pasta in the cabinet." You shrugged, "Anyways, have a good day."

"Where're you going?"

"I have some errands to run for Penny."

"Wow, week 4, and you're already an errand girl." Jake joked.

"Harhar." You rolled your eyes, "See you later."

"Yeah, I'll stop by the bar with a snack for you after I'm done."

"Thanks, appreciate it. Have fun, don't burn the house down." You patted him on the shoulder as you headed out the door.

"I'll try not to." He called after you.

-

Later that night, true to his word, Jake showed up at the bar after whatever he was doing that day with a plastic bag full of some snacks, "There you are! I was starting to think you forgot all about me." You joked, taking the bag from him and looking in it.

"Nope, didn't forget. Your Redbull was hard to find. Had to go to two different stores to find it."

"Aw, you didn't have to. I would've settled for a regular one." You smiled.

"I'll remember that for next time." He nodded, a smirk on his face, "Now, can I please have a drink?"

"Of course." You smiled, grabbing him a glass and pouring him his usual drink.

"Y/N?" You heard from the doorway of the bar. You looked up and your eyes widened, "Wow, you don't know how long I've been looking for you."

You stared at the person who had entered the bar the entire time they made their way over, unmoving, "I almost gave up, but I couldn't leave you behind." He flashed you a smile that a couple weeks prior probably would have had you swooning.

"What are you doing here, Jared?"

"Coming back to get my fiance." That perked Jake's interest, and he looked between you and your "fiance" briefly, before turning his attention to Jared.

"I don't think we've met."

"Do I know you?"

"You will in about two seconds. It's nice to meet you, Jared." Jared, ever the douche, squared off against the guy who was at least five inches taller, "I'm Jake, but my friends call me Hangman."

"What? Did your parents hate you?"

"Did I leave out the Lieutenant part?" Jared visually paled, "Damn, I always seem to leave that part out." He snapped his fingers as if reprimanding himself for the mistake.

"Why are you here, Jared?" You repeated, ignoring Jake’s dramatics.

"Well, I've always stated." He glanced over at Jake from the corner of his eye, before keeping his attention on you, "I came back for you, and you weren't answering my calls."

"You aren't stupid, Jared. When someone doesn't answer your phone calls, it usually means they don't want to talk to you." You told him, turning around and going to help another customer.

"Oh, yeah, walk away. Like you always do. If there's one thing you're good at, I'd say it's walking away."

"Look, buddy..." Jake stepped in.

"No, you know what? I've got it. Tell Penny I'm going on break." You exited from behind the bar and nodded over to Jared who followed you out the door. Jared followed with a satisfied smirk, sure to flash it to Jake, "And you, I wouldn't be running a victory lap yet, seeing as you were the jerk who left his future wife waiting at the altar." It was Jake's turn to smirk as he watched Jared follow you outside.

Once outside, you turn to Jared, "All right, talk. You have 10 minutes, then I'm cutting you off." You crossed your arms. You stood there, listening to Jared ramble for about 5 minutes about how guilty he felt, for leaving you.

At the eight-minute mark, you were getting tired, "All right, stop, just stop it. This wasn't an accident, this was pre-meditated, and don't even deny it. I don't know why you came all this way, maybe to gloat or something, but now that you're here and you can see I'm fine, now it's your time to leave."

"Come on, Y/N."

"No, you can't come in with your little kind attitude, trying to get me back. Guess what, the girl you knew? She's gone, you left that girl at the altar. She's as good as dead."

"You've been gone, for what? A month? All right, times up. It's time to come home." He reached for your arm.

"No, I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying here, right where I am. This is my life now, and if you don't like it, then swell. You aren't a part of it anymore so it doesn't affect you."

"Y/N..."

"Go, Jared. Leave. Don't let the "Thanks for visiting" sign hit you on the ass on your way out." You waved sarcastically. You turned, but let out a loud exclamation in pain when he grabbed your arm.

Jake had been standing close by in case he had to step in, and when he heard your loud exclamation, he jumped into action and pushed the doors of the bar open.

When he stepped outside, he stopped in his place when he saw Jared laying on the ground, holding his face in pain, and you standing off to the side, wringing out your hand and wincing in pain.

"All right then, remind me never to get you angry, Rocky" He joked, helping you towards the back entrance of the bar so he could help with your injured hand.

"You wanna talk about it?" Jake asked as he smacked an ice pack against a table, then held it onto your hand.

You winced, "Nope."

"All right, Muhammad Ali,"

"Stop it with the boxer nicknames." You swatted his hands away.

"I won't ask. But when you're ready, I'm here for you."

"Thank you, Bagman." You joked. He softly punched your shoulder before making his way back out to the bar.

-

"Let me get this straight." You were on the phone in the backroom with one of the only people in your family who actually knew where you were, your best friend, who really was more a part of the family, Anna, "Jared came into the bar, guns blazing, and you knocked him out?"

"Yep."

"And how's Captain America doing?"

"Don't know. All I know is he paid for everyone's drinks. Bar rules."

"Right, right, and how about Iron Man?"

"Jake?" You asked.

"Yeah, I guess in this situation he would be Captain America 'cause he works for America, but whatever."

"Jake's fine."

"No smooching?"

"Hanging up now." You sighed.

"No, come on. I'm joking." Anna whined, "Come on, tell me all the juicy gossip. Have you seen him naked yet?"

"Goodbye, Anna."

"You're no fun." She groaned, "Whatever, I'll come down to visit soon and you can show me to all his fun pilot friends."

"Oh, I'll be eagerly awaiting."

"Shut up. I love you."

"Love you, too." You smiled.

-

Hangman was lounging on the couch, waiting for you to get home when his phone rang. He quickly reached for it, hoping it was you. His mood instantly lifted when he saw it was you.

"Did you lock yourself out again?" He joked.

"Well, not exactly." His face hardened when he heard a male voice answer the phone.

"Who is this?"

"Whoa, pump your brakes, sweet cakes. This is Julian calling from the bar on Gilmore, and when asked who she wanted to call, Y/N said you."

"How many did she have?"

"Well, Javi kept buying her drinks."

"Who's Javi?"

"Don't worry, kicked him out. He was getting a little handsy with someone else. You're all good, you don't have to worry about getting all macho. Our bouncer had a jolly 'ole time doing it."

"Alright, I'm leaving right now." Jake sighed.

"Great. And hopefully, you look as pretty as you sound." Julian flirted.

In record-breaking time, Jake got to the bar and saw you slumped over the bar, "Look, there he is. Your prince charming." The man, Jake presumed was Julian, grabbed your attention.

Your head slowly came up and you looked over at him, and when you saw him, you dropped your head back down, "Never thought I'd get that reaction." He joked, making his way over to you, "How much did she have to drink?" He asked.

"Only a few," Julian answered.

"What did she have to drink?" He asked.

"The pretty pink one."

"The pretty pink one?"

"Javi bought her two drinks and was on the highway to number 3, but I cut her off."

"Thanks, appreciate it." Jake nodded, running a hand up and down your back, "Come on, let's get you home and in bed."

"No, sleep right here." You shook your head.

Jake looked up at Julian for any help. Julian, in response, raised his hands in surrender, "I don't think Julian would like that very much."

"But comfy." You curled into the seat that Jake knew wasn't comfortable.

He tried to think of something. He glanced around the bar for anything but found nothing. So, the next best thing was to carry you out of the bar himself.

He slid your jacket around your shoulders and slipped your bag onto his shoulder before locking his arms under your knees and arms, "Come on, let's get you home."

"Bye, Julian." You waved a limp hand in his direction.

"Bye, honey." He laughed.

"So, what's with the evening drinking?" Jake asked as he carried you back to the car.

"He came back." You told him as you let out a yawn and snuggled further into his chest.

Jake hesitated, "Who came back?"

"Who do you think, silly? Jared." You giggled.

"Jared came back? What? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I tried, but your boss picked up and said you were up in the sky." Jake's mind was going 1000 miles an hour as he tried to formulate words and understand what you were saying.

"What'd he say?"

"He tried to get me back again." You explained, "And when I said no, he accused me of cheating, then called me mean names."

"What mean names?" Jake asked. You shook your head, "All right, you don't have to tell me." He gave an understanding nod, "Come on, let's get you home."

Jake drove you home, got you ready for bed, and was just about to turn off the lamp on your bedside table when you reached over and grabbed his hand.

"Stay, please." You whispered.

"You want me to stay?" You nodded, "All right." You scooted over and he crawled in next to you. The moment he was settled in your bed that was much too small for him, you cuddled into his side.

He stared down at you as you got comfortable, head resting on his chest while your arms were wrapped around his waist. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he laid in silence, listening as your breathing evened out.

He laid there, deep in thought as he digested what you had told him.

-

The next morning, you woke up with a gigantic pounding headache and a warm body next to you. You looked up, then closed your eyes again, opening them again incase you were dreaming and Jake sleeping in your bed was all just a figment of your imagination.

You stared at him for an extra couple of seconds before your brain started working. You carefully unwrapped his arms from around you and tiptoed out of your room.

You made your way into the kitchen, trying to think back to what had occurred the night before. You grabbed your jacket and keys off the counter and then bolted out of the apartment as quietly as you could.

You drove around for a few hours, trying to clear your mind. You picked up your phone and called Anna, "Do you know what time it is?"

"Anna, you're like an hour ahead of me. It's 10 o'clock here, which means it's 11 o'clock there."

"Exactly, sleepy time." Anna yawned.

"Well, wake up, 'cause I think I have a problem."

"All right, what's wrong? Is it about Jared?"

"Sort of." You nodded. You filled her in on all the drama that had occurred in the last 24 hours. After you told her what had happened, she stayed silent, too stunned to speak.

"Hello? Anna?"

"Well, this isn't fair. Why is your life so much more interesting than mine?" She whined.

You scoffed, "Well, I'm glad you think that way." You rolled your eyes.

"It's not like that. It's just, that you're literally living life like a movie."

"Well, whenever the credits want to roll, I'm ready and waiting." You joked.

-

As you worked that day, you were dreading the moment the clock stroke 7. That was when Jake came in. Like clockwork, he came in at 7 after work with a bright smile on his face, directed at you.

That night, things were a bit different. He came in at 6:50, with no smirk on his face and looking as disheveled as ever. The hair that he endlessly worried about was sticking up everywhere and looking out of place, and his dress khakis.

"Hey." He walked up to the bar, "Can I talk to you?"

You nodded, wiping your hands on the towel on your shoulder, then followed him outside, "So, what'd you want to-"

"What the hell is going on?"

"What're you talking about?"

"I wake up, and you're gone."

"I wasn't aware we were expected to wake each other up with sweet nothings and neck kisses." You joked.

"Y/N..." He sighed.

"Right, sorry, serious." You nodded, "I fled because I was scared. I didn't remember a lot of what happened last night, so I was a little discombobulated."

"Okay, fair, but no note?"

"Is that proper edicate when you leave someone in bed?" When he didn't answer, you continued, "Look, I'm sorry I left you there, but I didn't know what to think of it. I was confused, hungover, and trying to piece together what happened."

"Just... next time, give me a call or something."

"Next time? You know something I don't, Seresin?" You smirked.

"We'll see, depends on how you answer my next question." He crossed his arms, a smirk on his face.

"Ask away." You nodded.

"Y/N, would you like to get dinner together? Possibly catch a movie together?"

"Oh, that depends. I'll have to check my schedule." You pretended to ponder, before looking back at him, "Looks like I'm free."

"Great, I'll be knocking on your door tomorrow at 5, so don't be late."

"I'll try not to be." You smiled.

-

"I feel like I talked the entire night," Jake commented as you headed towards the movie theater that was only a few blocks from the restaurant you had just eaten at.

"I don't mind." You shrugged with a smile as you hugged his jacket that he had placed over your shoulders tighter around your body.

"Enough about me. Let's talk about you."

"What do you want to know?"

"Let's start out easy. What did you do before you... moved here?" He hesitated, choosing his words carefully.

You smiled at his thoughtfulness, "You mean before I got left at the altar. You can say it, you don't have to beat around the bush." He nodded, "I worked, well owned, and still own, a flower shop."

"A flower shop? Really?"

"Yeah. I bought it a few years after college, and I worked there with my cousin, but during the wedding, Anna, my cousin, told me to take a step back and started taking over the owner duties."

"Wow, I never would've thought." He chuckled.

"Yeah, but since I moved here, I sort of handed off the reigns to Anna, and from what I've heard, she's doing wonderfully, so I don't have anything to worry about."

"Do you miss it?" He asked.

"What? My life in Colorado Springs? Not really." You shook your head, "It was great to have all my family and friends so close and I love them all so much, but it was also suffocating. So, moving away for the first time ever, it feels like I can finally breathe."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Jake nodded a smile on his face and a look in your eyes you couldn't decipher.

"And plus, I've created a great life here, and I've only been here for like 3 months."

"Great life how?" He egged on.

"Well, I've got a great job, got a great group of friends, the beach is pretty awesome, plus, they have some pretty good burgers down here."

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Job, friends, beach, burgers? Nope, I think I've got everything." You pursed your lips as you thought about it.

"Really? I think you might be missing something." Jake pushed.

You pretended to think about it for an extra second, "Oh, that's right!" You exclaimed, and the smile returned to his face, "There is this amazing bookstore a couple blocks away from the grocery store we always go to."

He groaned and rolled his eyes, "I'm kidding." You laughed, "I met you, and you're kind of pretty amazing."

"Kind of pretty amazing? I'm awesome. I'm such a catch." He stated.

"All right, let's try to shrink down that ego of yours." You wrapped your arms around his waist, "You are a pretty cool catch."

"You are, too." He wrapped his arms around your waist, "I guess I have Jared to thank for something."

"Thank Jared? For what?"

"If he didn't leave you at the altar, you wouldn't have driven from Colorado to here-"

"The wedding was actually in San Francisco." You muttered.

"Why was your wedding in San Francisco?"

"Jared's family lives in San Francisco." You explained, "But, whatever, get on with what you were saying."

"Right, right. If he didn't leave you there and if you wouldn't have driven here, I wouldn't have met you and we wouldn't have been here."

"I guess we do have Jared to thank for this." You smiled.

"Now, let's never talk about him again."

"Let's." You nodded.

"Now, can I kiss you?"

"That would be wonderful." You smiled. He smiled back, then leaned down. As you kissed him back, you could see the credits rolling in your head.

-

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Enchanted

TITLE: Enchanted PAIRING: Hangman/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Maverick drags his daughter Elizabeth to another Navy function.

[A/N - Inspired by "Enchanted (Taylor's Version).]

Another Navy Ball, another night of interacting with people Elizabeth Mitchell could care less about. She didn’t want to be there, but she did what she always did. Plastered a fake smile on her face and laughed at jokes she didn’t find funny.

Why did she always have to be her father’s plus one?

Her fake smile was replaced with a real one when her father’s wingman walked up to her.

“How are you, pumpkin?” Iceman asked her.

Elizabeth shrugged. Her eyes drifted around the room until they fell on quite possibly the most handsome man she’d ever seen.

His eyes met hers and it was like the room around them faded.

Iceman glanced over to see what had caught Elizabeth’s eye or rather who.

The man started to make his way through the crowd towards them. The man stopped in front of Iceman.

“Admiral Kazansky. I thought that was you.”

Iceman chuckled. “Lieutenant Seresin.” Iceman turned to Elizabeth, who looked completely enchanted by Jake. “Elizabeth, this is Lieutenant Jake Seresin. Lieutenant, this is Elizabeth Mitchell.”

Jake took Elizabeth’s hand in his own and raised it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. “Ma’am.”

Elizabeth snorted. “Ma’am?”

“I’m sorry. Would you prefer darlin’ instead?”

A shiver went down Elizabeth’s spine hearing his accent. “Darlin’?”

Jake smirked. “What about sugar?”

“I can assure you, I’m anything but sweet.”

“I’ll leave you two to get better acquainted,” Iceman said. He put a hand on Elizabeth’s shoulder. “Don’t break him. I need him to fly tomorrow.”

“I’ll try my best, Ice.”

Iceman slipped into the crowd.

“Let me guess, you’re a pilot,” Elizabeth said.

“Yes ma’am. Graduated top of my class at Top Gun,” Jake told her.

“Is that supposed to impress me? My father went to Top Gun too. Along with Iceman.”

“Anyone tell you that you’ve got a mouth on you?”

Elizabeth sipped her champagne. “None that have lived to tell the tale.”

Jake took the champagne flute from her and drank the last of it. He set it down on the table and pulled her onto the dance floor.

As they danced, Elizabeth tried to catch sight of her father, but he was nowhere to be seen. After a few songs, Elizabeth went to go grab a drink while Jake talked to some of his squadron.

“There you are,” Maverick said, appearing at Elizabeth’s side, “I’ve been looking for you.”

“I was…” Elizabeth turned back to point to Jake, but he had disappeared.

“Are you ready to head home?”

Elizabeth looked around one more time before nodding.

Jake pushed through the crowd, trying to find Elizabeth. He found Iceman standing by the refreshment table. “Where is she?”

Iceman sighed. “They already left.”

Jake ran to the front door just in time to see a car pull out of the parking lot.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

That night, Elizabeth couldn’t sleep.

Did Jake have a girlfriend? He hadn’t mentioned one. He was clearly hitting on her. He wouldn’t do that if he was in a relationship, right?

She couldn’t deny that she was attracted to him. If only she had gotten his number. Then at least she could get to know him better.

When her father entered the room the next morning, she had just fallen asleep. “Do you mind if we stop by the base before we leave? I need to get something from Ice.”

Elizabeth yawned and nodded.

They packed their car and headed to base.

She couldn’t wait to be back in her own bed, but she couldn’t deny that she missed life on base. How something was always happening.

They arrived on base and Maverick headed to Iceman’s office, while Elizabeth wandered around.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Elizabeth heard.

She whipped around and saw Jake standing there in his flight suit, along with another pilot. “Lieutenant Seresin,” she said.

“At your service, sugar.”

Elizabeth blushed at the pet name. “Sugar?”

“You didn’t like ma’am, remember?”

“Who’s your friend?”

“Lieutenant Javy Machado,” the pilot said, “At your service…ma’am.”

“You stayin’ on base?” Jake asked.

“On my way out, actually,” Elizabeth said.

Jake’s smile fell. “Oh.”

“I was…do you…”

Jake’s smirk returned. “Are you trying to ask me for my number, sugar?”

Elizabeth blushed.

Jake pulled his phone out of a pocket and handed it to her.

Elizabeth put her number in and texted herself.

“Will Elizabeth Mitchell please make her way to the main office?” a voice over the PA said.

“I’m so sorry. I have to go,” Elizabeth said. She started to leave, but

Jake grabbed her arm. He pulled her into him and kissed her cheek. “Until next time, sugar.”

Jake gave her a wink and Elizabeth blushed again. Jake let go of her and she hurried back to the main office.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You’re all flushed,” Maverick said.

Elizabeth touched her flaming cheeks. “Just hot with all that blacktop out there.”

“What were you doing out there anyway?”

“Admiring the planes. What else?”

Maverick chuckled. “You are your father’s daughter.”

Elizabeth’s cheeks were flushed the entire time home. She couldn’t wait to get home and text Jake.

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all of my past, i tried to erase it (lt. jake “hangman” seresin)

a/n: this has, by far, been one of the hardest things i’ve ever written. it’s also been one of the most rewarding. cheers.

summary: The edges of his past are more than a little frayed. 

title comes from conan gray’s “family line”

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warnings: a character study, childhood abuse, brief discussion of physical childhood abuse, suicide of a sibling, trauma, angst, hurt/no comfort, panic attacks, Hangster if you squint, a few run-on sentences i couldn’t bear to part with

word count: 893

The crisp breeze of fall rippled through him and Jake willed himself not to shudder. 

He swallowed, eyes following yet another leaf as it falls down, making a home in front of the grave. 

Another year gone. 

It still felt like yesterday. 

Still felt like yesterday, hearing her voice one last time. 

Hearing her voice for the last time, when he didn’t think there ever would be. 

His jaw clenched as he rubbed his hands together, the familiar feeling of teeth on teeth bringing him back to the present. 

He would not cry.

-

The room was buzzing, alive with noise. His skin was buzzing, too tight on his body. His trademark smirk was on his face, but it was too sharp, too mean. 

Javy’s eyes were watching him ever so carefully, waiting for the too tight rubber band to snap. 

He couldn’t do this.

The sound of pool balls clacking against each other echoed in his brain as his bottom lip became chewed raw. 

Everything was too sharp, too blurry, too loud.

Had been since the day she died.

“You with us Hangman?” 

His eyes snapped up to meet those of Bradley Bradshaw’s. The hazel orbs held nothing but concern, but Jake feared it wasn’t real. 

Feared the love and care and friendship they had shown Jake since the return from the suicide mission was fake. 

Feared that he wasn’t good enough, had never been enough. 

But he’d known that all along hadn’t he?

Normally, he’d call his sister but-

He couldn’t do that anymore. Hadn’t been able to do that for a long time now. 

He chose to swallow the anxiety that makes him want to run, the fear that’s making him cold, and instead tighten his grip on his pool cue. “I’m good Rooster.” The words taste bitter on his tongue, ever a lie. “I’m very good. Too good to be true.” 

Rooster raises an eyebrow, like he doesn’t quite believe him. Hangman purses his lips, not wanting to let the words spill over. Javy’s right there, waiting to catch him if they do spill, if he falls. He wishes he wouldn’t. 

He doesn’t deserve it. 

They’re all watching him and Jake feels the burning beneath his skin. He needs to get out, get away, from their looks, their concern.

What is he supposed to tell these people? That today is single-handedly the worst day of his entire life? That this day each year marks more time passed without his little sister, his best friend, the only person who understood him, saw him for more than his cocky smirk and arrogant attitude? Reminds him of all the abuse he suffered at the hands of his father, that only one of them successfully got out? That he failed in his promise to protect her by failing to protect her from her own mind? 

The words scorched his insides, his brain, his memories, and he couldn’t let him scorch his lips, scorch the beginnings of bridges between him and these people. Between him and Bradshaw. 

But it’s already too late, long suppressed memories forcing their way to the forefront, demanding to be seen. 

The snap of a belt. 

Purple, green, yellow littering his skin. Littering hers.

We are not the same.

The sound of doors slamming shut. 

Disappointment. 

Tires squealing on the gravel driveway. 

Hushed whispers, promises that would only ever be broken being made in the dead of the night. 

We’ll get out of here.

I’ll protect you. 

The sound of his mother’s cries echoing through the house. 

Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this. 

His sister’s body, lying there motionless, cold to the touch. 

A scream ripping from someone’s throat, because it can’t be his own-

He can’t breathe. 

He needs to get out, get away, run from these memories, pieces of his past he’s tried so hard to leave behind. Javy’s clasping him on the shoulder, eyes full of worry. He shakes him off, turning as the group protests, watching him leave. He squeezes past the people in the bar. Everything feels too tight against him, the walls closing in. 

The door is within his sight now. He can almost feel the fresh ocean breeze, the fresh air, knowing he’ll stumble out to his car, dry heave into the sand, and go home, only to lay wrapped tight in his comforter trying to keep out the ghosts of his past that haunt him day and night. 

He doesn’t get that far. 

Someone else is touching him, grabbing on to his shoulder, and panic rips through him at the movement. As his eyes come into focus, he distantly hears Maverick introducing him to another Captain and he has to keep his chest from heaving. 

Keep up appearances, never let them see, never show your flaws, your faults, your weaknesses. 

You’re weak.

The Captain reaches out a hand, a smile on his face. “Wouldn’t happen to be Robert Seresin’s kid?”

The words stutter up his throat, the memories of the cruel man who claimed to be his father worming back in. “That- that’d be the one.” 

Maverick’s looking at him with the same concern at his wavering tone, at the fear wrapped around the words, the same concern his team mates had shown him, the confusion growing. It doesn’t matter though. 

He can run but he can’t hide from his family line. 

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Muse Food

Pretty sure I may have found Jake "Hangman" Seresin’s long lost brother/twin 😂 Hopefully folks find their muses well fed 😁

Meet actor Tom Hopper!

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Among Angels- rewrite/au version of Chasing Angels

Updated Jan 16th 2023

Summary: Being a Kazansky wasn't easy especially going into the academy, and it was even harder when your other grandfather disappeared on a mission. But Bianca Kazansky is ready to prove that she is more then just her name and help Maverick try and rebuild their family before Iceman dies. Because they all knew that Maverick always messed things and hopefully his daughter can help him fix before its too late.

Cannon divergent.

Iceman/Maverick

Mentions of Maverick/ Penny

Hangman/ Bianca Kazansky

Rooster/ Ellie Mitchell

Bob/ OFC (name coming soon)

Rooster/ Hangman

Phoenix/ Bianca

Moodboards

Playlist

headcannons 1, 2,

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Last Christmas- 2 shot

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Cowboy Take Me Away- 3 shot

1, 2, 3

All In A Heartbeat- 3 shot story

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Why Don't We Just Dance- 5 chapter story

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Anyone taking requests for the handsome hunk Jake “Hangman” Seresin??

I have a fic request! It’s football season so I would love to see a fic where Jake and reader meet at a Texas Longhorns football game?? Reader knows her football and it’s love at first sight!

If you write it please tag me or know of a fic similar, tag me!! I BEG OF YOU

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I have been in such a grumpy mood for the last like…. Week probably? And I really wish I had a Jake Seresin to pound me into the mattress and then cuddle me until I fall asleep. Is that too much to ask?

Things like this ^ In your ask box? Your wish is my command...

babe we're about to become best friends because this is EXACTLY what i want to receive in my ask box (nsfw under the cut bc i cannot help myself)

is it mercury in retrograde, is it your work being the worst, is it the fact that the world at large is on fire? yes

nothing's necessarily wrong, per se, but nothing is great, and Jake notices you've been on edge

so at first he's comforting

he tries to be steady, tries to be calming and soothing and hopes that he can pull you out of it. and you appreciate the effort, but it doesn't fix anything, not really, and he finds himself teetering between genuine concern over you, and being annoyed that you won't tell him what it is that he can fix. he feels guilty about that, until he realizes you're being bratty on purpose, almost like you're goading him into reacting...and then it finally sinks in

"so that's what you want, angel? for me to give you something to pout about?"

ten minutes later, he has you bent over the side of the sofa, his pants around his knees, your underwear pushed to the side as he pounds into you.

he has your hair in his fist, and he's grunting with each thrust, because he knows how much you like to hear how you affect him

and of course he's edging you

he's hearing you get closer and closer then stopping, firmly seated inside of you, while you whimper and beg for him to let you come, and when you stop shaking, he picks up the pace again

he has your hips pinned to the couch with his, so you can't even grind against the arm of it, and you love how strong he is, how firmly he's holding you, how he's so pushing you closer then leaving you because he wants the only thing in your mind to be him

how good he feels, how close you want him, how much you need him, and when a tear leaks from the corner of your eye, he carefully wipes it away and tells you to ask for it nicely

you do, moaning when he pulls out of you, gathering you into his arms and practically running you into the bedroom, dropping you onto your back on the bed and crawling over you a moment later

he has your wrists in his hands, strong fingers anchoring you as he slams into you again, and you both moan when he pushes all the way in, his hips resting against yours

he sets a fast pace, his face just inches above yours and your body winds up again as his dog tags drag against your chest; it's rough and deep and perfect

his head drops to your neck and he slows down, getting deeper inside of you and your eyes roll back as his lips suck on your neck while he grinds his cock into you and commands you to come

"alright baby, let go, milk this cock, you can do it"

you fall apart from his rough voice, deep thrusts, soft kisses, and it's so intense as it shatters over you

a couple moments later he comes inside of you, his body jerking as he finishes with a low groan

he lowers himself down next to you, using some wipes from the nightstand to clean you off before tucking you into his chest

he's warm like a furnace, and your eyes feel so heavy as your body finally relaxes, exhausted, after he's fucked the stress out of you

he nuzzles into your neck, kissing your cheek and your hair and you feel his eyelashes close as he pulls the covers up over both of you

"next time, just ask me, baby"

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Time Stops When You Leave

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Civillian!eader Characters: Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Civillian!reader, Reader’s friends (Sammy, Danielle, and Cassie), Javy “Coyote” Machado, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Penny Benjamin, Tiny the bartender Warnings: Drinking, ditching friends for dick, ubering bc responsible adults, no drinking and driving, Jake’s got a crush on the reader, Javy may or may not have a crush on one of the reader’s friends, Bob isn’t a good liar but tried his best, drunk friends’ equal horny people, mama bear Penny mode activated Word Count: 1,977

**Don’t drink and drive kids

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You sigh, staring into your drink, using the straw to stir the ice around and around. So much for a fun night out with friends. 

You partially blame yourself for thinking that they’d stay with you and not wonder off in search of a “overnight bed buddy”. 

So, here you are, once again… sitting alone. 

Sure, things could be worse but you’re alone in the most popular bar on the beach. 

Oh, seems like you spoke too soon because another wave of people just entered the bar. 

You debate on leaving now or waiting until all your friends are gone. You look around the room, seeing the crowd of people swarm every corner of the bar they could. 

The bartender slash owner of the bar stands in front of you once more, staring at you with a pitiful look. “I know.” 

“I didn’t say anything,” she starts. 

“You didn’t have to. I’m pathetic.” You drop your head, hitting the bar top harder than you thought you would. 

-

Javy looks up after taking his shot in their friendly game of pool only to find his friend staring off to the side. He furrows his brows staring in the same direction to see you basically slamming your head against the bar. “Something you want to tell me?” 

Jake turns to face him. “Huh?” 

“Someone catch your eye?” 

“What?” 

He scoffs, “no.” 

“Wait- isn’t that the girl who comes by every Friday with her friends that wind up ditching her?” 

“Why do you know so much about that?” 

Javy purses his lips, scratching his head. “Hey, isn’t that your turn?” 

“Yes, but don’t think you’re getting out of this easily.” 

-

You whine, rubbing the sore spot of your forehead. “Reminder to self, don’t do that.” 

“You, okay?” 

“I’m fine.” 

“Would it help if I got you another drink and a bag of ice for your forehead?” 

You narrow your eyes at her, “no.” 

“Okay,” she says, extending the word, “here’s your drink.” 

“Thanks.” 

“Are you sure you’re alright? Do you want me to call you sweetheart cab or an uber?” 

You shake your head, “no, seriously. It’s okay. I’m gonna drink this last drink before I switch to water and then head home.” 

“If, you’re sure. I’ve gotta-” 

You nod, waving her off, “have fun doing your job. I’m gonna still be here, drinking the night away.” And you’re left alone again, great just… great. You pull out your phone and ditch the idea of checking your social media apps and go straight for the games folder, that manages to kill about forty minutes before you’re bored again. 

Maybe going to the juke box is a good idea. 

You push yourself off the stool, steadying yourself when you feel the blood rushing to your head after standing up too quickly. “Wow, major head rush,” you mumble to yourself, grabbing everything plus your water. 

Now’s the time to decide what song to put on, maybe something a lot of the patrons hear would know because you noticed how the crowd mainly consists of younger people. 

When did choosing a song become so hard? 

“I would definitely steer clear of the newer songs.” 

You freeze, not realizing someone had come to stand beside you. “Why is… that?” You mentally cringe at the pace you spoke, still not turning to face him. 

“The people who come here prefer the classics.” 

You turn to see a familiar face, you just- you can’t figure out why he’s familiar. “And who would that include? You perhaps?” Seems like those drinks are still working their way through you. 

“Of course. Why else would I come over to talk to a pretty lady like yourself? I mean besides getting the chance to get to know the girl who’s ditched by her friends’ every time she comes in.” 

“I want to ask how you know that but it’s obvious to anyone who’s here every Friday what happens.” 

“Is it every Friday? You know, I- I never really noticed that.” 

“You’re lying but it's okay.” You glance back down at the juke box and click on an oldie but a goodie like he had suggested, letting the familiar tune echo throughout the bar. 

A smile tugging at the corner of his lips at the beat, it’s the same song your friends play whenever they get to the machine. Now he knows who the mastermind is behind the music, and he likes it. This just means he’s got to show you more and expand your music knowledge. 

“So, you’re the reason your girls choose to play this one.” 

You shake your head, “no.” 

He chuckles, “and I don’t believe you. I think you get it into their heads that they need to play this any time they walk by.” 

You scoff, “you’re rude besides when would I have the time to do that.” 

He shrugs, “they’re your friends.” 

“Brilliant, no kidding.” 

He chuckles. “Looks like someone has an attitude. How many drinks have you had?” 

“Just enough to let me relax for a minute before I go home.” 

“Leaving so soon?” He asks, hoping he doesn’t sound like an idiot. 

“Not until all of them have left. I can’t leave my friends here if they’re completely shit faced and can’t get themselves an uber.” 

He nods, glancing down at his half drunken glass. “How much longer are you going to be here for then?” 

You shrug, “I don’t know, not much longer I imagine.” 

The conversation dies there. 

One of your remaining friends waves you over. 

“Sorry. My friend is calling me over.” 

He moves out of the way, letting you pass by unable to watch you go, feeling like he’s already lost you... even though he never quite had you. 

-

You stop in front of the table, taking note of how drunk, Sammy is. “You okay?” 

“Oh,” she pouts. “I was waving to the cutie at the piano over there. Again,” she snickers. 

You purse your lips. 

“Hey, sorry it took me so long. I-” He stops talking, noticing your now here. “Oh- uh- well, your friend is here now. I guess- uh- I guess you do have a ride home now.” He lowers his head, staring at the floor while he adjusts his glasses. 

Sammy takes a step forward, tripping over her foot, crashing into the polite and shy navy fellow. She giggles when she realizes that she’s in his arms. “Looks like I feel for you.” 

He nervously chuckles. 

“Oh,” she turns back to you, saying your name to “get your attention”. “You can go home now. Danielle has a date like right now and Cassie is on her way home to spend the rest of her night with her girlfriend, and I have Bobby boo,” she boops his nose. “To keep me company.” 

“Are you sure you can handle her?” You ask him. 

He nods, “I’ve had to carry the guy you were talking to, onto base while he babbled on about yo-” He stops realizing what he almost said. “Yosemite.” He blinks once, “we’re going now. I’ll make sure she texts you later.” 

You watch as the two leave, knowing that the guy Sammy’s with is a good one and that he’ll still be over tomorrow morning, just like how he has been for the last few months they’ve had their little “arrangement”. 

You shake your head, pulling out your phone to text the others that Sammy’s found her not official boyfriend. 

Looks like it’s time to go home and not just because you’re the last one here. 

-

You walk over towards the bar and pay for your bar tabs, thanking the gods above that they venmoed you a few days ago so you actually could pay the tabs without needing to go into your savings. “See you next Friday, Penny?” 

“So, you do know my name.” 

“After finally realizing that people were shouting Penny for some reason, yeah.” 

“Are you sure you’re okay to go home?” 

You nod, “yep. I’ve been drinking water for a while now and I’m gonna uber home.” 

“So, you didn’t drive here?” 

“Nope. We all ubered knowing we’d have a few drinks and wanted to be safe.” 

“Good. You can wait here, and I’ll send one of the bartenders out with you since it's dark.” 

“You got it, Peggy Sue.” 

“You just learned my name.” 

“And I’m giving you a new nickname in return.” 

She shakes her head, moving over to the side, taking care of the other waiting patrons. 

You don’t think much else about the pretty blond who chatted with you by the juke box as you wait till it’s time to leave. 

-

You stand outside making small chitchat with the Tiny, learning how he has a little one on the way and decided to wait on finding out the sex of the babies. 

“Oh my gosh. Twins?” 

He nods, fighting the urge to smile but failing as the corner of his lips tug upwards. “Just found out a week ago. I still can’t believe it, but my wife says she had a “feeling” for the last few weeks.” 

“That’s amazing. Do you have any names in mind?” 

“We have a list for boys and girls but were still trying to limit it down to five each.” 

“Okay. And how many do you have so far?” 

“Too many to count.” 

You chuckle. “Oh, it’s- uh- it’s okay. When the time comes, you’ll choose the right names.” 

The door slams open and you two turn. 

The blond from earlier pauses when he realizes you’re still here. “Tiny,” he nods once as a hello gesture. “I can- I can stay out here with her.” 

The soon to be father narrows his eyes at the lieutenant and takes a step forward. “I’m gonna be right inside, barely ten feet from the door.” 

“Yeah, yeah. You know me. I’m the person who tosses people out not the other way around.” 

Tiny waves him off and heads back into the bar. 

“What brought you out here?” He smiles, standing taller than he did stepping through the door. 

“I’m glad you asked.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “Could I- I wanted to ask for your number before you left.” 

“You ran out here just to get my number?” 

“Uh,” he thinks back to the beginning of the night and where you two are now. “Yeah, that’s exactly what happened.” 

“I’m gonna pretend that I’m giving you my number because I’ve had a few drinks and not just because I happen to like what I see.” 

The corners of his lips tugs upwards, “I wouldn’t entirely be upset with that.” 

“Good, now gimmie your phone so I can text me.” 

He hands it over without any issues. 

You quickly return the phone to him and just in time as a car’s headlights shine against the wall. “Looks like you ran out here just in time.” 

“Guess, I did.” He walks you to the car, opening the door for you. “Text me when you get home, okay?” 

You nod, feeling a little risky you wave him closer and kiss his cheek. “Prepare for my text, Bagman.” 

The smile falls from his face. “Wait- you know about that?” 

“I know more than you realize. Bye.” 

He watches as the car drives away and wonders what else you may know. 

-

As soon as you make it home, you quickly change your clothes and lay in bed. 

You grab your phone and text him. 

Cute Drunk 

Made it home Sent Read 1:17am 

Bagman 

Good... you have enough energy for a call? Sent Read 1:18am 

Cute Drunk calling... 

“Hey.” 

“Hey.” 

“I was joking about how much I know by the way.” 

He sucks ai in through his teeth, “why do I not believe you?” 

You scoff, “how dare you say such a thing.” 

“Am I wrong?”  

Next up: Part II

[emofairyprincessofarkansas]

“Wildflower”

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Can you give us peach cleaning Jake up after the fight?

The Mess I Made - Jake Seresin Imagine x bestie reader

Warning: Allusions to smut ahead! 18+ only please! Also, mentions of blood and physical violence

The bathroom of the Hard Deck was definitely not the most ideal or sterile place to be cleaning a wound, but at this point you were working with what you had. You told Jake to sit on the sink, knowing he would be at about your height if he did so. You grabbed a paper towel and ran it under cold water, working as quick and as fast as you could with a shot of whiskey slowly starting to cloud your mind.

You looked from the ever growing damp paper towel to the cut on Jake’s lip, taking a step towards him. “You know, i have a thing for nurses.” It was a lame attempt at a flirting joke by Jake and you playfully slapped his chest, pressing the damp paper towel to his lips. “Maybe this will shut you up.” You were teasing, a small smile on your lips as you held that there with one hand and looked down at his knuckles. They were bruised and bloody, definitely needing your attention as well. “You wish, darling.” The Texas twang always came out on that last word and you would be lying if you said it didn’t make your stomach twist into knots every single time.

You just shook your head and decided to keep your mind distracted, but you had noticed Jake watching you with a indescribable look in his eye. It was something new for you and you couldn’t place it. “Is there something on my face?” The question was innocent enough and he chuckled at it, shaking his head but his lips turned up into his signature smirk. “Nope.” He popped the p and you just nodded before starting to dab the excess blood off his lip again.

“I’m sorry he hurt you.” Your words were quiet and distracted as you busied yourself with cleaning up one of his knuckles now. He winced slightly before he let out a deep and breathy sigh, a small sign of pain. “Sweets, I think I hurt him worse.” His eyes searched your face before his face went to stone, a serious look on it. “It was either you or me, and in that instance I’m letting it be me all day long.” He put his finger under your chin to make your eyes meet his, the icy color of them boring into yours. “Understand?”

You nodded, breathless and not trusting your words. The atmosphere in the small bathroom was slowly getting more and more tense and you weren’t sure how you felt about it. The whiskey was starting to slowly make you feel more and more tipsy as the seconds tipped by and the same was happening for Jake.

You took a step to the side to get another paper towel when you heard Jake get up. You turned to look at him and your breath caught in your throat as you realized how close he was to you. “I want you to say that you understand I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again.” His words were sincere and genuine as he held your gaze again, less than a foot between you and him. “I understand..” Your eyes were locked on his before you found yourself looking down to his lips, feeling something start to churn deep inside of you.

Instinctively he started to move in closer, brushing some hair out of your face before cupping your cheeks in his hands. “Peach, tell me to stop…” He trailed off as he was leaning in, only mere inches between you now. You could smell the whiskey on his breath clear as day and it was mixing with the dizzying smell of his cologne. “I can’t.” And with that you closed the gap, your lips interlocking with his.

You were kissing your best friend! You were kissing Jake! Everything in you was screaming at the top of its lungs that this was a red alert situation. This shouldn’t be happening. This should not be happening. But, as the kiss continued and you felt Jake’s hands slide down to hold your waist, you felt all sense go out of your body.

He slid a finger under your shirt, his cold fingers brushing over the now exposed skin there. He pulled you closer, deciding to hoist you up onto the sink he was just sitting on. He moved to stand between your legs, his hands rubbing your hips as he deepened the kiss. This was so wrong. But, it felt so right at the same time. Your legs wrapped around his waist without thought, your hands tangling in his blonde hair.

The two of you were lost in each other, the kiss saying more than you two ever could out loud. Just as you two were getting way too caught up in each other you heard a knock on the door, an all too familiar voice outside. “Can you guys hurry the fuck up? Some of us have to piss.” You laughed as you heard Bradley’s voice slurring from the other side of the door. Jake flashed you a smile, both of your lips swollen and cheeks flushed. He helped you off the counter and helped you smooth out your clothes before the two of you walked out of the bathroom. “What the hell were you guys doing?” Bradley’s voice was accusing as he watched the two of you walk away, a laugh leaving Jake’s lips. “Don’t you wish you could know, Bradshaw?” The blonde smirked and winked at him before taking you back over to the other aviators.

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Demisexual!Jake Seresin x Reader headcanons

Saw this post where people were being little piss babies that Jake Seresin can't possibly be aspec. So *cracks knuckles* since people can't seem to stay in their own fucking lane, I'm gonna be That Bitch and write some aggressively positive demisexual headcanons for our favorite flyboy.

(Tagging my aspec!Jake partner in crime: @gonnabreakhisheart)

Jake is an outrageous flirt. But he doesn't mean 99% of the things that come out of his mouth. He's just blowing smoke and hot air, talking smack.

When someone flirts back, he cranks it up to 110%. But when it comes time to follow through, oh hell no, Jake aborts so fast and hightails it out of there.

Despite what other people accuse him of, Jake has had only two one night stands, and no one ever believes him when he says that so he stopped trying to convince them.

The first time, he was young and reckless, running on the adrenaline high of getting into flight school. His classmates pressured him into it, too, insisting that he was a man now and he needed to prove himself.

It was not a good night and the girl left him in the morning without saying anything, which made him feel like shit.

The second time, Jake had watched one of his pilot buddies die in flight training and it messed him up really bad. He had no one to lean on because he'd learned not to show emotion in the military.

So he ended up at a bar, trying to drown his feelings, and somehow found himself deep in conversation with this woman. She'd lost her boyfriend in a car accident a year ago so she understood what it was like to deal with grief.

They spent most of the night talking and finding comfort in each other.

But they both agreed to part ways in the morning. They still text occasionally and check in on each other now and then.

Jake's reputation as a playboy is purely hearsay and mostly fueled by the jealousy and insecurity of other men. But he gave up trying to deny the rumors a long time ago. His protests seemed to only dig his grave deeper.

So in true Hangman fashion, Jake uses his reputation as a shield. Only the people who will truly stick around for the long haul get a glimpse underneath his armor.

Jake actually takes FOREVER before he decides that he likes you. Being a pilot demands a lot of his time which he knows can be very taxing on a relationship and he's upfront about that right from the start.

He's had a lot of people come and go in his life, and he's careful about getting emotionally invested too early.

You and Jake were friends for years, and he was fiercely protective of you.

Trying to get a guy's number at a bar? GOOD LUCK Jake is gonna be hovering at your shoulder, poking his nose into your business and making sure your potential date knew that you had a curfew, home by 10pm. Or else.

You relentlessly dropped hints that HE could ask you out, which you'd been hoping might happen for...an embarrassingly long time. But he never got the hint.

So YOU finally ask him out, which he tries to laugh off with a joke because you can't possibly be serious. Until he realizes you're not kidding and he finds that it's surprisingly easy to say yes to you.

At the beginning of the relationship, Jake doesn't know what to do with himself. He's on the verge of bolting because this is too good to be true.

About the six month mark, Jake settles down and he starts looking at you in a new light. You fell asleep on his couch, comfortable and safe in his presence while watching television and something in his heart tugs.

In the morning, when he sees you in the kitchen with your messy bedhead as you poured yourself some cereal, wearing the oversized pajamas you'd borrowed from him last night...oh my god, that's the hot button. That's when Jake realizes he found something truly special and he's going to fight for it.

He gets a dog tag engraved with your name and wears it all the time alongside his military dog tags.

He has a picture of you in the cockpit of his airplane. Before every flight, he kisses his fingertips and touches the picture as a good luck charm so he makes sure that he comes home to you.

Honestly, instead of sex, Jake prefers weird 3am chats with you where he can make you laugh until you're gasping for breath.

Jake loves taking a bath with you, especially when you slip into the tub behind him and wash his hair. The first time you did it, he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. No one had ever done that for him before.

He has zero ability to stay mad with you after a fight. He leaves to cool off and then comes back with this kicked puppy-dog look on his face. He takes your hand, kisses your knuckles.

"I hate fighting with you, baby," he whispers.

"Well, if you would just admit I'm right, we wouldn't have to fight."

He can tell you're teasing and you end up hugging each other really hard for several long minutes because you both know just how lucky you are and you don't want a stupid fight to come between you.

Sexy headcanons below the cut (18+ only)

Jake actually doesn't like quickies. They're never satisfying and they're always over too fast.

Cuddlefucking drives him batshit crazy. There's something about how time seems to slow down with the lazy touches, sleep-warm skin, the kisses that feel more like a dream than a reality.

He's actually very worried about hurting you. He's heard some terrible stories from guys in the military who clearly don't like their girlfriends, and he would never dream of treating you like that.

So if you want something more intense, Jake will require an in-depth conversation with clear guidelines and a lot of reassurance that this is what you want.

For that reason, Jake is very uncomfortable with hate sex. It doesn't make any sense to him. He doesn't hate you and he doesn't want to bring that vibe into your relationship.

Jake really looks forward to aftercare. He takes note of everything you liked for future reference.

He loves to absolutely worship your body. Massaging that kink out of your shoulder. Stroking the washcloth over your chest and back in the shower. Propping your leg in his lap as he rubs lotion into your skin.

Jake doesn't care how much shit people give him for saying it but he LOVES missionary. He wants to look you in the eyes. He wants to guide your leg around his hips. It's a classic for a reason.

One time, the two of you decided to get adventurous and try a new position. It was complicated as hell and you fumbled around so much that you ended up collapsed together, Jake's face beet red from laughing so hard.

You didn't actually have sex that night. But you fell asleep in each other's arms without a stitch of clothing between you, and then you had leftover pizza for breakfast, which felt just as good.

Jake is a MONSTER when it comes to non-sexual intimacy. He soaks up every drop like a dying man in the desert.

Sitting on the couch watching tv? He's going to tuck his head into your lap and coax your fingers into his hair.

Brushing your teeth? He'll slide his arms around you from behind and nuzzle into your neck.

Out to dinner with his buddies? He has a hand resting on your thigh.

When you're walking side by side, if you don't hold his hand, Jake will take your hand and tuck it into the crook of his elbow. Every single time. And he gives you this look like, this is your spot, don't you know that by now???

When it's cold, he wraps his hand around yours and tucks it into his coat pocket to keep you both warm.

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(day one) not a real superhero , hangman

note, this is part of my mini halloween series, so for the rest of the series, check out this masterlist. none of the fics in this series are connected, so they can be read as standalone. another note, this scene is very much inspired by this scene from criminal minds when jack comes out dressed as his dad. check it out here is you want :) pair, jake "hangman" seresin x reader summary, tyler seresin had been planning his halloween costume for weeks and decided on spider-man, but as the day gets closer, he's not so sure. so, with the help of his mom, he decides to surprise his dad with a new costume. warnings, children/kids word count, 724 words

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Since his class had been shown the first ever Spider-Man with Tobey Maguire, that was all Tyler Seresin talked about. So, you showed him the others, and that became his entire life.

By the time he had become Spider-Man's number one fan, it was too late for him to be Spider-Man, so he decided to be his favorite superhero the next year.

"I'm ready," Tyler announced from his room. You were waiting in the living room for him to come out and show you his costume.

"All right, bud. Come out and let me see." You hollered back. You heard his door open, then heard him run down the hall, "Ooh, look at my little Spider-Man." You cooed. You quickly noticed his apprehension, "What is it?"

"I don't it." He admitted.

"Why not?'

"It's itchy." He scrunched his nose.

"Did you try the long sleeve shirt underneath?" You asked and he nodded, "What happened to wanting to be Spider-Man? You were so excited."

He shrugged, "I don't know."

"Well, you have to figure it out before next week." You reminded him.

"I already know what I want to be." He stated.

"You do?" You raised your brow curiously, "All right, spill the beans." He leaned down and whispered his costume idea into your ear, "I love it."

-

You had sent Jake out to the store to pick up some candy, so you set your plan into motion, "You sure you don't need any help?" You asked Tyler.

"I'm sure." He nodded.

"Okay, just shout if you need it." You told him as he made his way into his room and got changed. You waited in the kitchen, preparing a snack for yourself, for Jake to get home.

“Okay, I bought almost all the candy in the store, and I think the people there are mad at me, so we can’t go back there anytime soon.”

“How much did you get?”

“Like 5 bags.”

“Jake, how many trick-or-treaters are you expecting?”

“I don’t know, a lot.” He shrugged.

“What are we gonna do with the extra?”

“I’ll take it to work. Ya know, naval aviators love candy."

"Oh, I don't doubt you guys do." You nodded. You noted there was something else in the bag, "What else did you get?"

"Well, I couldn't leave without something for you." He smiled, whipping out a bar of your favorite candy.

"You're too sweet." You beamed, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

"So, where's our little Spider-Man?" Jake asked, placing his keys in the dish on the counter.

"He has a surprise for you, but you have to close your eyes." He raised a brow, but followed your instructions and even covered his eyes with his hands, "You ready, bud?" You called out.

"Yeah." He hollered from his room.

"All right, come out whenever you're ready." He came down the stairs and gave you a big smile when he finally made it to the kitchen entryway.

You elbowed Jake softly in the side, signaling he could finally look at his surprise, "Did Peter Parker change occupations or something?" He joked.

"Daddy," Tyler whined.

"I'm kidding, that doesn't look like Spider-Man, though," Jake commented.

"He's not a real superhero."

"He isn't?" Jake took in the costume, and you could tell he was thinking a little too hard about it, "All right, who are you? Please don't tell me you're Uncle Chicken." Tyler laughed at the nickname.

"No." He shook his head.

"All right, I give up."

"I'm you, daddy." Tyler beamed proudly.

Jake beamed back just as proud, finally understanding what his son was saying. He was Tyler's hero, and that was the greatest pleasure in the world.

"You look almost perfect, but I think you're missing something." Tyler's brows furrowed together, "I'll be right back." Jake rushed off to grab whatever it was he was grabbing.

Jake finally ran back into the kitchen, his hands behind his back. He pulled out his pair of aviators behind his back and carefully placed it on Tyler's head.

"There, now you look perfect." Jake stepped back with the proudest look you'd ever seen on his face. Tyler smiled back up at his dad, "You ready to go get some candy?" Tyler nodded, and Jake picked him up, hiking him up his hip and heading out the door.

-

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Take My Name

TITLE: Take My Name PAIRING: Hangman/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Jake never saw himself as the marriage type until he met Dani.

[A/N - I love Phoenix, but I had to make her kinda of a bitch in this. I’m so sorry, Queen. Inspired by “Take My Name” by Parmalee.]

Jake knew he was going to marry Daniella Bayers the moment he met her at the Hard Deck. She was the only woman who seemed to be immune to his charms. She had seen right through him.

“You could have any woman in here, so why me?” she asked.

“Well, darlin’, because I don’t want any other woman. I’d like to get to know you.”

Dani turned him down that night, but Jake was persistent. Every time he saw her in the Hard Deck, he’d try and ask her out. After a while Dani started to feel sorry for him and gave him a chance.

The rest was history.

They’d been dating for three months, but he knew she was it for him. In fact, he had to hold back on so many of their dates because he didn’t want to scare her away.

Dani was on Jake’s mind every minute of every day. In fact, one more than one occasion he had lost focus during a training exercise and nearly crashed his jet.

Right now, the two of them were having their weekly Friday night date night at Jake’s house. He’d moved out of the base’s dorms shortly after returning from the Uranium mission.

A random movie played on the TV, while empty bowls and plates sat on the coffee table. 

Dani was curled up into Jake’s side with her arm thrown over his torso.

Jake’s arm was around her shoulder and playing with her long brown hair. Jake looked down at her and before he could even think, the words left his mouth. “Marry me.”

Dani’s mouth dropped open and she pulled away from him. “Jake…”

“Dani, I’ve never felt like this about anyone. I always swore I was never going to get married and then I met you.”

“Jake, this is crazy. We’ve only known each other a few months.”

“I don’t care. I want you to be my wife, Dani.”

Dani stood up from the couch. She couldn’t think with Jake touching her. “Jake, please think about this. What will everyone say?”

“I don’t care what they say. Fuck them. I just want you.”

Jake knew his fellow pilots would tease him about wanting to get married since he had never talked about it before. But he wanted someone to come home to. Someone to build a life with.

“I don’t have a ring for you or anything, but I know you’re the one for me. If you wanna walk out and leave, I won’t stop you. But the other part of me really hopes you’ll say yes,” Jake told her.

Dani stared at her boyfriend. He was looking at her with such love in his eyes.

She’d never met a guy like Jake. Sure, he’d been a cock-sure asshole when she first met him, but deep down he was a good guy. He was loyal and cared about his team-mates, even if he had a love-hate relationship with Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw.

Jake moved from the couch down onto one knee. He took Dani’s hand in his own. “Daniella Bayers, will you make me the happiest man on the planet and marry me?”

Tears filled Dani’s eyes. “I’m scared, Jake. What if this doesn’t work out?”

“But what if it does? You took a chance on me once. I’m asking you to do it again.”

Dani finally nodded. “Okay. I’ll marry you, Jake.”

A huge, Texas grin spread across Jake’s face. “Yes?”

Dani smiled. “Yes!”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next day, Jake and Dani went and picked out their rings and then headed to the Hard Deck to celebrate.

Jake, being Jake, had to make a scene. He waltzed through the doors of the bar and said, “May I introduce the future, Mrs. Seresin!”

“Oh wow. Congratulations Hangman,” Penny said.

“Thank you Penny, my dear.”

Maverick gave Jake a manly slap on the back and congratulated him as well. “Thanks, old man.”

They walked over to his friends, who were in shock.

“Never thought I’d see the day Hangman settled down,” Rooster said.

“What can I say? I’m a changed man, Bradshaw.”

“Does no one else see a problem with this?” Phoenix asked, “You’ve know her what? Two months?”

Dani thought with Phoenix being one of the only female pilots in the Dagger Squad, she would be a little more understanding.

“My dad said he knew my mom was the one on their first date,” Rooster defended them.

“And there’s nothing wrong with a long engagement,” Coyote said, happy for his wingman.

“Congratulations, Hangman,” Bob said, raising his glass of water to them.

“Thank you, Baby on Board.”

Jake didn’t care what anyone said.

Dani would take his name and become Mrs. Daniella Seresin. No matter how long it took, she would be his wife.