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placed third in the wip poll but not in my heart is river lea. a song fic that made me realize this song is jake seresin personified. this is also one of my rare tries at an oc, in the form of delia rivers.

 “I’m sorry I approached you, I never meant to give you false hope of taking me home.”

Jake was bursting at the seams. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head as she talked, voice so level, so calm, so fucking honest… Jesus, it was riveting. 

“You’re sorry? And what made you change your mind? I could be a nice way to pass your night.” the flirty drawl was long gone, and in its place a genuine curiosity, and perhaps even a slight hint of needing to prove himself. Needing to be the best. For everyone. 

A shocked laugh spilled from parted lips, and Delia shook her head with a smile as it subsided “You scared me.” Jake’s jaw slackened in surprise, jerking his head slightly backwards with deeply furrowed brows - confusion written all over the place. Never had a woman said that she was scared of him.

“I scared you? Delia… I am sorry, why didn’t you say so? I would’ve left you alone I–” 

“No! No… Scared might be the wrong word... Perhaps intimidated is better suited,” she hedged for a short moment, uncertain if she should keep going “I realized I could never handle you, could never be what you are looking for tonight.” 

“And again, what am I looking for tonight?” 

“Someone to soothe the ache.” 

It was so simple. Jake blinked several times, and it felt as if she had punched the air right out of his lungs. Nobody had ever… how had she–? Jake knew he guarded his emotions well, and tonight had been no different. Another night, another darts competition, another– 

“And I… don’t think I can be that for you tonight.” Not without wanting more. 

  It felt as if the static of a faraway radio was buzzing in Jake’s ears, tuned in to the channel his mother would have on on Sunday mornings as she rose to make coffee for her husband. Wiping tears if he hadn’t come home that night. Poorly hiding them behind a weak smile when her son came down for breakfast. Shaking his head, he pulled a deep breath, shoulders tensing again, jaw clenched… 

He needed to run. 

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Sneak Peek | Hangman x Reader

Summary: You spent so much time around the boys, they counted you as one of them. You were firmly stuck in the friend zone with Jake, so it was time to move on with a guy who could see past your flight suits. It's not immediately obvious to either of you that cranky Jake is actually jealous Jake.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentioned smut, 18+

Length: 6000 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Happy birthday @beyondthesefourwalls!

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

"It's my turn to buy a round," you said, standing up from the table and grabbing the empty beer bottles before turning toward Jimmy and Penny at the bar.

"Thanks, Rodeo," Jake murmured, and you turned back briefly and smiled softly at him. His gaze slid down your body the same way it would with any other woman, the only difference was that he had started to notice just how many other guys were regularly checking you out, too. And he wasn't sure how he felt about that fact.

When you squeezed yourself between two stools at the bar to order four more beers, Bradley asked, "Who are you staring at, Hangman? Rodeo?"

Mickey laughed as Jake quickly shook his head and turned his attention back to his friends. "I just wanted to make sure she can manage carrying everything."

"I'm sure she's fine," Bradley replied with a laugh of his own. "I got a little nervous for a second there."

"Why?" Jake asked, his eyes slowly drifting back to you, watching as you slipped your credit card into the back pocket of your jeans. 

"Because first of all," Bradley said as he smashed open a peanut on the table, "Rodeo is practically one of the guys. And second," he added, popping the peanut into his mouth and chewing, "it would be weird if you start looking at her like you do all the other random pieces of ass you take home with you. Even though she is cute."

"She's cute, for sure," Mickey piped in. "But once you've seen a girl throw up in the parking lot after a drunken karaoke night, the appeal kind of wears off."

Jake smiled as you headed back toward the table, because the drunken karaoke night was when he got to drive you home and carry you to your bed while you repeatedly tried to tell him you could walk by yourself. 

"Oh, you know who else is cute?" Bradley asked just as you set four new beers on the table. "That redhead with the huge tits at the dartboard."

"Damn," Mickey groaned, and now you were looking in that direction, too. But Jake kept his eyes on you. 

"Do we have to talk about this in front of Rodeo?" he asked, sipping his fresh beer and starting to wish Bradley and Mickey would wander off. "In front of a lady?"

Bradley snorted so hard, Jake was surprised his beer didn't shoot out of his nose. "A lady?" he asked as he looked at you and cuffed you on the arm. "Nice try, Hangman, but Rodeo doesn't count."

"Well, you don't count either," you told him, and Bradley tapped the neck of his bottle to yours. "And neither do the two of you." Your gaze met Mickey's before settling on Jake. "You know I don't mind when you guys talk about girls. I get it. You're all hot."

But your knee was rubbing against Jake's thigh at the tiny table, and for a brief flash, he thought maybe he wanted to count in your mind as a guy you could be into.

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It was a strange dynamic, working with mostly a bunch of men all the time. They saw you in a flight suit once, and they never looked at you like you were a female ever again. And that was fine. It made your job easier in a lot of ways. There were fewer distractions, and you knew for a fact that they liked you for your personality. They wouldn't invite you to hang out all the time if they didn't.

But on nights like this, it did sting a little bit to watch the three of them tripping over themselves to go talk to the redhead who was clearly eating up the attention. You were essentially wearing the same outfit she was: jeans and a black shirt. And you thought you looked cute. And what exactly was wrong with your boobs? You looked down at your body and kind of shrugged. You didn't get it. 

Natasha handed you a pool cue, and you sank a shot. You made up the excuse that you wanted to play so the guys wouldn't feel bad about abandoning you to go talk to girls, but Jake had been hesitant at first, so you shoved him along. That was a mistake, because you were reminded of how solid and muscular he was under his soft shirt. 

The first few times you glanced his way, he was already looking back at you. If he were any other guy, you would have just asked him out by now, but you were so firmly in the friend zone with all of them that it was embarrassing. The rejection would be laughable. 

So you put your head down and focused on the game and the chit chat around you. But after a while you got curious, and when you looked up again, Bradley and Mickey were walking back toward the table where your empty beer bottle sat. Jake had won. The redhead was running her fingernails through his hair. It was all over for the night. 

You weren't jealous. You weren't. You just didn't understand why it couldn't be you. As you sank the eight ball, you said, "I'm beat. I'm going to head home."

"Me too. Want a lift?" Mickey asked, and you nodded, not sparing a single glance back at Jake. 

Maybe you were the problem. Maybe you weren't sexy. You spent most of Sunday scrutinizing yourself in your bedroom mirror and going through all of your clothing. There really wasn't much of it since your closet was lined with uniforms and flight suits. And when you looked in the mirror, it wasn't like you could even tell what the problem was. You were just you, but it was starting to feel like you'd been playing around in this male-dominated world for so long, you were just blending in there. 

"Fuck it," you muttered reaching for your phone. There was a text from Bradley detailing the pricing for tickets to a Padres game, which you desperately wanted to go to. It sounded fun. Then you realized the beer drinking and peanut eating would simply be moved to a different venue in which the guys would be looking at all the other women around you. Suddenly it didn't sound so fun.

There were also a handful of texts from Jake. He must have kicked his guest out early if he was asking how you were doing this morning. You sent back a short message before finding the app on your screen that had been dormant since you got stationed in San Diego last summer. Tinder. It was right there. 

Nervously, you entered your login information, terrified that you'd just end up with a bunch of guys you saw on base as your best options. They would undoubtedly take one look at you and have the same reaction your male friends did. But you spent the rest of the day thinking about it. You looked, but you didn't sample. You found some guys who were surprisingly not in the Navy, but you didn't swipe. And maybe part of the reason you didn't was because Jake kept texting you all day long.

Monday was your tipping point. You were all ready to fly in your boots and flight suit when you ended up surrounded by the guys in the hangar. "We getting Padres tickets, Rodeo?" Bradley asked. "Day drinking at Petco Park?"

You nodded at him. "Sounds fun."

Then Mickey cut in as Jake walked over. "Hey, Hangman. How was our little redheaded friend?" he asked with a smirk, but Jake's expression stayed the same as his eyes met yours. 

"Wouldn't know."

"Oof," Bradley said with a goading laugh. "What, you kicked her out without even talking to her afterwards?"

You swallowed and looked down at your boots as you thought about the guys on the dating app. Maybe a little change of scenery wouldn't hurt anything after all.

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"Can you just knock it the fuck off?" Jake snapped. "I didn't even spend the night with her." He watched you put your helmet on as you walked toward your jet. "And I don't like talking about this shit around Rodeo anymore."

"Alright," Bradley replied with a tiny smirk. "No need to get mad about it."

When Jake took to the air, you were all business, as usual. You and he flew well together, like you always did. But back on the ground at lunchtime, you barely spared a glance in his direction in the cafeteria. Instead, you were completely absorbed in something on your phone as you picked at your food.

"What's wrong?" he eventually asked, and you looked up at him like you were surprised he was still there. 

"Nothing," you murmured, taking a drink before returning your attention to your phone. "Just working on something."

"On what?" he asked, voice almost as snippy as it had been earlier. He found he didn't like it when your attention wasn't focused on him, which was absolutely infuriating, because it's not like the two of you were anything. 

"My Tinder profile," you replied smoothly as you licked your lips, and Jake thought he must have misheard. Since when were you looking for a guy?

"Tinder?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed. "I'm just trying to sort out which photo to use, because I like this one where I'm in my flight suit, but guys don't really tend to go for that sort of thing."

You turned your phone to show him, and Jake swallowed hard. It was a photo he had taken a few months ago. He remembered that day. Your sunglasses were hooked on the top of your suit, and your helmet was tucked under your arm, and your smile was infectious. 

"I like that one," he told you softly. 

But you just rolled your eyes and groaned. "But you don't count, now do you?"

Jake shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Why are you on Tinder anyway?"

Now you laughed as you set your phone down. "Why do you think?"

He didn't want to think about it, even though he knew why. You were looking to hookup with someone. Or maybe it was even worse. Maybe you were looking for an actual boyfriend. Someone to spend all your time with. You'd be at the Hard Deck after work less frequently. You'd be going to the Padres game with some faceless idiot, and he'd be the one carrying you home after you overdid it at karaoke night. Worse yet, you could have your pick of any guy on that app who caught your eye, but Jake knew for a fact none of them were good enough for you. 

"Rodeo," he grunted, unsure how to voice his concerns. You just tapped your screen a few times and then smiled at him as his heart clenched a little bit.

"I went with the photo from Reuben's wedding instead."

Jake ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't even have to ask. He also knew that photo well too. His voice was soft as he said, "Blue dress. Holding a martini. Hand on your hip." He didn't like the idea of a bunch of guys he didn't even know looking at you wearing something so pretty.

"That's the one! And now my bio is live on the app," you said as you tapped your screen one last time. "Wish me luck."

You stood with your tray and Jake told himself he would do no such thing.

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"That photo must have done the trick," you mumbled the following day in the rec room on base as Natasha helped you sort through your matches.

"I'm sure it did," she replied in awe. "You look hot in it."

You wanted to believe her, but it didn't even matter right now, because the two of you were staring at a photo of a hot guy who had sent you a message. You gasped. "Is this for real?"

"Looks like it," she replied. "If you don't fuck him, I will. Happily."

"What are the two of you over here whispering about?" You looked up into Jake's smiling eyes and gave him a grin of your own.

"Rodeo is getting all the Tinder hotties," Natasha replied, and suddenly Jake's smile vanished. "Let me know if he sends you a dick pic."

"He better fucking not!" Jake growled as he tried to reach for your phone. "Show me what this asshole looks like so I know who to pound to dust if he sends you one." You rolled your eyes and held up your phone so he could see. "His name is Tony? And he's a dentist?"

"What's wrong with that?" you asked quickly.

Jake crossed his arms over his chest. "If you have to ask, then you don't want to know."

You scoffed and opened your messages. "You're being dramatic. And I don't get on you about who you decide to hook up with."

"So you're just trying to hook up with this asshole?" he asked, his lips curling in disgust.

Honestly, you weren't really sure. But he sounded nice in the messages he sent. "Would it really be so bad if I was?"

Jake scrutinized your face like he was in pain, and you had the craziest thought flash through your mind that perhaps he was jealous. But then the pinched lines on his forehead vanished, and his voice was completely calm as he said, "You do what you want, Rodeo. But don't come crying to me about it later."

"Fine," you told him as he walked away. And that's what spurred you to reply to Tony's message with a more flirtatious one of your own. You were allowed to hook up with him. You were allowed to go out on a date. Maybe you'd even eventually request a dick pic. Jake wasn't in charge of your Tinder profile or dating agenda.

A few short exchanges back and forth was all it took, and suddenly you had plans for Saturday night that didn't involve hanging with the guys at the Hard Deck for once. Tony was going to take you out to dinner, and you were already excited.

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"Where the hell is Rodeo?" Bradley asked as he returned to the table with three bottles of beer instead of four. "She's usually here by seven."

Jake rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. "She's not coming. She's on a date with some smug looking asshole named Tony."

"Good for her," Mickey piped up, earning a glare from Jake. "I hope she gets laid. You wanna grab Javy and play pool?"

With a groan, Jake dragged himself out of his seat and forced his body through the motions. He hit the cue ball with perfect precision, but meanwhile, all he could think about was some other guy's hands all over your body while he shoved his tongue down your throat. "Fuck," he growled, trying to fight the urge to text you. If you wanted him, you knew how to reach him. 

Between shots, he glanced around the bar at all the other women, but he couldn't find a single one as pretty as you. He spent the rest of his night barely conversing with his friends while he hoped that your date was a complete flop. And when he left to head home alone, he caved and texted you to make sure you got back to your place safely. 

That was over twelve hours ago. Jake still hadn't heard back from you. It was damn near noon on Sunday, and he was left assuming that you spent the night with Tinder Tony. When you finally texted him back, the response made him toss his phone aside. 

Sorry, just seeing this now. Yes, I made it home safely. See you tomorrow.

Monday was worse. You were glued to your phone at every opportunity you got, and Jake could tell by the little smile on your face that you must be talking to that asshole. 

"Rodeo, how was your hot date?" Bradley asked, bumping your helmet with his while he winked at Jake. 

"Pretty good," you replied with a little laugh. 

"You get laid?" Mickey asked obnoxiously, and you rolled your eyes before glancing at Jake. He was dying to know the answer to the question, but also terrified to hear it. 

"Wouldn't you like to know," you replied, returning your attention to your phone. "Put it this way... I'm going out with him again for dinner on Wednesday."

"Who goes to dinner on a Wednesday?" Jake scoffed. "That's when we usually go to the bar! And what did you and Tinder Tommy even talk about the whole time? Dentures? Teeth?"

"No," you snapped at him. "He told me how pretty he thinks I am, and that he was nervous to meet me in person. And his name is Tony, not Tommy. So don't be rude when we stop by the bar after dinner on Wednesday."

"Can't wait to meet him," Jake grumbled, highly disappointed that your date had been even somewhat successful. And he still wasn't sure if you'd gone home with Tony. Or worse... if he'd gone home with you. 

Jake had crashed in your bed with you once a few months ago when you hosted game night. Mickey, Nat and Bradley all passed out in your living room, so you'd taken him by the hand to your bed. Every time he thought about it, he could practically feel the warmth of your body next to his and your foot hooked over his ankle. The idea of someone else there engaging in pillowtalk or fucking you just right was way too much for him to handle, because he was starting to feel like he wanted to be that person.

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Okay, so Tony was a little boring. A lot boring, actually. And on Wednesday night at dinner, he actually did mention dentures, and you could practically hear Jake scoffing from the Hard Deck. But Tony was hot and nice and he paid for dinner. Could you really hope for more than that?

"So, you mentioned stopping at a Navy bar?" he asked as you walked back to his car. "I keep forgetting you're even in the Navy. It just doesn't seem like you."

Maybe you should have used the other photo for your dating profile since you'd had to remind him twice already that there were a lot of women in the military now. "Yeah. It's called the Hard Deck. I usually hang out there on Wednesdays, and I thought maybe my friends could meet you?"

"Sure," he replied, and he even played boring music on the way there. But when he walked you inside, he kissed your cheek, and that felt kind of nice until Jake was looking. You felt embarrassed and a little guilty when he scowled at you from the pool table, so you eased yourself away from Tony and took him by the hand instead. 

"Hey, guys," you said cautiously as you approached the pool table. "This is Tony." 

Jake's jaw was clenched tight as he reached out to shake hands with your date in a death grip, and you cringed as he said, "Nice to meet you, Tommy." 

And it all went downhill from there. You had to correct him three times, even though you were sure he knew Tony's name. And even the other guys didn't really seem to mesh well with Tony. Bradley looked scandalized when he told them he didn't like beer or playing pool, and Mickey tried to make a dentist joke that just didn't land. 

You wanted to crawl into your bed and not come back out for a week. You also kind of wanted to ask Jake what his problem was. Tony was a nice guy. His hand on your back felt nice, and his goodnight kiss at your front door was nice. There was even some tongue, and you didn't stop his roaming fingers. Maybe another date or two and you'd ask him to come in.

"Would you like to get dinner on Saturday night?" he asked as his lips grazed your neck. "At the Boathouse?"

You closed your eyes and leaned back, and the image of Jake took over. His lips were on your earlobe, and he was whispering your name as you led him to your room. His hands were settling on your hips and squeezing gently as you melted into his touch.

"What do you think?" Tony asked, and you were jarred back to reality by his voice.

You swallowed hard and nodded as you opened your door. "Saturday night sounds good," you said as you ducked inside. "See you then."

You couldn't have Jake. You just needed to get it through your head that he didn't want you like that.

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Jake knew he was behaving poorly even as he was doing it. Tony looked annoyed by him, and you looked embarrassed, but he just kept calling him the wrong name and standing off to the side like a dick. He was actually the asshole. Not Tony. And he needed to apologize to you at work the next day. 

He found you in the hangar, pacing back and forth as you played with the strap on your helmet. When you turned, he started to say, "Hey, Rodeo, I'm really-"

"I need your help," you blurted out when you saw him heading your way. "I need you to come shopping with me tomorrow after work, because I wore my only two dresses already, and everything else in my closet is ridiculous. And Tony is taking me to the Boathouse on Saturday, so I can't just throw something together and call it a day."

Jake ground his back teeth together. The Boathouse was nice. As in, he could think of at least three people he knew who got engaged there. How much money did dentists make anyway? He was full blown jealous now. He knew that. But you'd asked him for help, so of course he was going to do whatever you wanted. Your eager eyes were enough to make him agree on the spot.

"Where are we going shopping?" he asked softly. 

You looked so relieved as you said, "The mall. I don't think it will take too long, and I can treat you to dinner as a thank you."

"No," he replied. "You don't owe me anything, Rodeo."

"Thanks, Jake," you whispered as you threw one arm around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. "I know I can trust you to tell me what looks good. Because you're a guy, and you know what guys like. I've been in such a rut, and I don't even know what looks nice on me anymore. But I trust your opinion."

He wrapped his arm around your waist and held you a little closer. If you trusted him, he wouldn't let you down. He never wanted to let you down. He would take you to the mall and tell you which outfits looked nice on you, even though he knew it would be all of them, and he would be cool about you dating Tony. "Sure, Rodeo. Anything you want."

When the time came, he was miserable. You seemed excited, bouncing on your feet in your jeans and sneakers as you collected dresses and cute little outfits to try on, but he knew none of this was really for him. You'd just be giving him a little sneak peak of what Tony would have his hands all over. 

"How about this one?" you asked, holding up a red mini dress that made Jake's mouth dry up. Then you moved it in front of your body and looked down. "It's probably too much for me."

He wanted to tell you that you couldn't pull it off, but he knew the fucking thing was made for you. "Try it on and see," he said softly, so you added it to your pile. Then he followed you like a puppy dog to the fitting room, holding half of the dresses for you to try on. When you passed the lingerie section, Jake had to watch you grab a few lacy items. "Have you slept with Tinder Tommy yet?" he snapped when you picked up a black bra and added it to your arms. 

You looked up at him with a soft pout. "Well, no. That's why I'm trying to buy some sexy stuff, you know? Just in case I want to take it there."

Jake had seen you in your bathing suit many, many times. You didn't need to be wearing anything made out of lace and silk to look sexy, but the sight of you in half of this shit would probably give Tony a damn heart attack. Then he realized as you led him along that he himself might not make it out of the fitting room alive.

"Just stand out here, okay?" you said softly, guiding him against the wall. He grunted in response and watched you line up everything you wanted to try on inside the fitting room before closing yourself inside. You kicked your shoes off, and then he watched you push your jeans down to your feet through the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor. You stepped out of them, and his imagination started to supply the rest. 

You were completely naked now, he was sure of that fact, and you were only a few feet away from him, separated by a flimsy door. His head tipped back against the wall as his breathing grew a little deeper. Your toenails were painted bright green, and you were talking quietly to yourself as you stepped into a black dress and started to guide it up your legs. 

"This isn't too bad," you muttered, and a few seconds later you were unlatching the door and pulling it open with an apprehensive look on your face. Jake's jaw dropped open as you stepped right up to him and asked, "What do you think?"

"Rodeo," he grunted, fisting his hands at his sides to keep them from touching you as you spun slowly in front of him. "Looks good."

You frowned a little more. "I was hoping for better than good," you replied, twirling away from him and back into the fitting room.

Jake's body was thrumming with desire as he watched that black fabric pool at your feet under the door. "It was better than good, Rodeo," he said, nearly choking on the words as you stepped to the side and bent to pick it up. 

"I'll try the red one," you informed him, and he had to press his lips together, knowing what was coming next. This time it took you a little longer, and he watched your feet under the door as you turned in front of the mirror. "It's really short," you finally said as you opened the door again. 

"Jesus Christ," Jake moaned softly. The thing fit you like a damn glove. Every curve and soft dip of your body was right there, begging to be touched. His palms were sweaty as he wiped them on his jeans, and then you spun, ending up just inches away from him again. 

He couldn't speak, and maybe you took that as a bad sign. "It's too much," you said with a little laugh. "I know it's too much, but it was fun to try it on anyway. It made me feel sexy," you said with a little shrug, barely able to meet his eyes. "I think the black one might be better for dinner at the Boathouse? Or do you think this one?"

Jake snapped out of his daze and remembered why he was here, suddenly pissed that this little fashion show wasn't just for his own benefit. "Come on, Rodeo. Tinder Tommy? Really? You think he deserves this?" When you just kind of shrugged at him, he said, "Get the red one if you're just looking to get laid."

"Okay," you replied, your little pout back on your pretty lips. 

He pushed away from the wall until he was nearly touching you. Practically snarling, he said, "Are you just looking to get laid?"

"Maybe," you said softly, looking at his neck. "He's actually into me, so maybe. I don't know, Jake. It's been a long time since a guy chose me, you know?" He opened his mouth to tell you that any guy in the world would choose you when you said, "I have one more dress."

Then he had to stand there and watch the red fabric hit your feet before you guided the tiniest little green dress up your calves. He was jealous. He was so jealous. And the fact that he'd had a whole fucking year to ask you out instead of fucking wasting his time was crashing down on him right now. You were going to wear one of these dresses to the Boathouse tomorrow, and Tony was going to take it off you. He was going to fuck you, and then someday you'd probably get married. Jake would be at your wedding sitting between Mickey and Bradley and making himself sick over this whole thing. 

The door opened. You were stunning. You didn't even leave the fitting room doorway this time in that green dress that was hugging your tits and your waist and showing off so much leg that Jake thought he was going to black out. "I can tell by your face that it's not good," you said with a wince. "It's a little too low cut, so I couldn't imagine wearing it in front of Tony."

His voice came out low and rough as he said, "You're wearing it in front of me just fine."

"But I don't count, remember?" You closed and locked the door, and Jake was immediately leaning against it. Literally each dress was hotter than the one before it, and Jake didn't know how to articulate what he was feeling right now. How on earth did he end up so far in the friend zone that he couldn't claw his way out if he tried? What the fuck made Tinder Tony so special? Why were you looking around on the app anyway? He couldn't even pinpoint when it had happened, but you were never going to take him seriously, even if he knew he could be what you wanted.

The rustling of fabric and the sound of the zipper had him resting his forehead on the door. "Rodeo, Baby, you can't...buy one of these dresses. Not for Tony. Okay? Come on. He's not good enough for you."

"Oh." That was all you said. You just replied with one word, and Jake's blood was boiling. He wanted to dismantle the entire fitting room and take you back home and tell you that you could do a hell of a lot better than some lame ass dentist who didn't like beer or playing pool. But you'd just muttered one word, and he was dying to know if he could ever stand a chance at making you happy. 

"Rodeo?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You unlocked the door and he stepped back a few inches so you could open it, expecting to see you in your jeans once again with the dress of your choosing in your hands. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, his heart hammering in his chest. "Absolutely not!"

Jake pushed you back further into the fitting room and managed to wrench his broad shoulders through the doorway before kicking the door closed. You were biting your lip, your eyes wide as his hands came to rest on your lace covered hips. 

"Jake," you whispered as he shook his head at the sight of you in a lacy black bra and tiny underwear. 

"What the hell are you thinking?" he groaned, fingers digging gently into your warm body as he listened to the little sound you made. "You're killing me here." Your hands came up to his wrists before you slid them up along his arms, and Jake took a step closer until his jeans were brushing against your bare belly. He would need to be removed from the mall in a body bag at this rate. 

Then you whispered, "I like you. And maybe there's a chance that you like me, too? And maybe that's part of the reason I asked you to come here with me."

Jake swallowed hard as he leaned in, dizzy from the way you smelled so sweet and felt so perfect in his hands. "Dump him. Dump Tony." You whimpered at his words as he slid one hand down further, teasing the lace covering your ass at the same time his other hand went up to tug at the side of the bra. "Because this? This should be for me."

"Jake." Your voice was a needy whine as you scraped your fingernails along his shoulders and chest, trying to pull him closer. But he shook his head as he pushed you back harder against the wall, lips hovering over yours as you whispered his name.

He knew what he wanted. He'd known for a while, really, but now he was ready to take it. "I want to kiss you. But if I do, I'm not going to be able to go back, okay?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "I won't go back to being Rodeo and Hangman, just friends. I will not do that. Not with you. Not when you count more than anyone else."

Your lips crashed against his, and Jake sighed in relief as he held you in his arms the way he'd been dying to for so long. The lingerie and all the little dresses were only for him. Your kisses and your smile and your fingers in his hair were for him, not Tony. He ran his hands down to your ass as you giggled and nipped at his lips. 

"Pick a dress, Baby," he muttered between kisses. "And we'll get the lingerie, too."

"Okay," you replied with a smile before you took his bottom lip between yours, making him moan. 

"Tomorrow night, I will take you out, and you can show me this little getup again if you want to."

You looked up at him with the prettiest smile he'd ever seen. "I want to."

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You nudged Bradley with your elbow. "Hey, she's cute," you said, nodding toward the brunette across the aisle. "You guys should go talk to her." He and Mickey both leaned forward to look without any subtlety whatsoever, and you laughed. 

"Maybe at the end of the inning," Bradley replied, manspreading so much in his seat at the Padres game that he kept bumping your leg and nudging your shoulder. But he was grinning, and you could already tell that he and Mickey were about to turn it into a competition to see who could get her phone number first. 

But there was one key player missing from their game now, and you smiled as you saw Jake apologetically climbing over everyone else in your row before plopping down into the seat next to you and kissing your cheek with a smile. "The line was long as hell for your favorite beer," he said as he handed it to you. "Did I miss anything?"

You shook your head as Bradley said, "You're just in time to watch the real show, Hangman. Rodeo, I want you to time how long it takes before I get her number." 

But you weren't really listening as Bradley and Mickey started to argue, and neither was Jake as he kissed your cheek again. You didn't feel like you were simply blending in, and you didn't feel like you were just one of the guys anymore. You were grinning and sipping your beer as Jake's lips met your ear and he asked, "Are you wearing that black set right now?"

"I'll let you find out later.

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Happy birthday, Alli! I hope you enjoyed the blonde one! Big thanks to @mak-32 @thedroneranger and @sylviebell for all your help!

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[thiswaytwoinfinity]

it's a bad idea, right? — sneak peek

can't two people reconnect? i only see him as a friend (the biggest lie i ever said)

I'm still working on this one but I'm really excited about it so I wanted to share a little sneak peek at it because Jake Seresin definitely needs a warning ;)

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“Sorry about that, ma’am. I thought those beers were mine. Didn’t mean to steal from you,” his low, twangy drawl went right through you, settling warm and comfortingly in your stomach. “I’d offer to buy you a drink to make it up to you, but, well …” 

Texas. That’s where that accent is from, you thought, instantly being transported back to your nursing school program in Austin. How many wannabe cowboys had spoken with that same drawl, trying to charm you and your friends during a night out? Not too many of them had succeeded with you, especially not after — 

“Jake? Jake Seresin!?” 

It had to be him. You’d know that smile anywhere, had seen those green eyes in your dreams for far too long after you both had moved on.

He was bigger now, muscles more pronounced and jaw more defined, more of those cheeky smile lines creasing around his eyes. His voice was deeper too, some of his accent smoothed out after years in the military, but it had to be. 

He swore under his breath, eyes widening as he made the connection as well.

He practically whispered your name, as if it felt a bit rusty on his tongue, but the second you nodded, he repeated it louder, warmer, like he was slipping back into his favorite jacket. 

“Shit, how long’s it been?” Jake wondered aloud, looking you up and down as if to make a note of every infinitesimal change that had occurred since you last saw each other. “You look great, honey. Beautiful as ever.” 

You rolled your eyes but felt your cheeks heating up at his compliment. Jake always had a way of making you feel like the most special person in the room — but then again, he made everyone feel that way, as you later found out.

“You look good too, Seresin. Like a proper, respectable Navy man,” you admitted, though the words don’t sound nearly as begrudging as you hoped. 

You’re rewarded with one of those thousand-watt grins and for a second, you’re back in a Texas dive bar, flirting with the most handsome man you’ve ever seen to the tune of some cheesy country-rap remix. 

“I am good,” Jake promised, eyes locked on yours, and you think he might be back there with you, leaning up against the jukebox, the floors sticky under your feet. “I don’t know how respectable I am, but I am definitely good.” 

His voice drags out that sentence, low and flirtatious, and butterflies fill your stomach the same way they did all those years ago.

You could practically feel the ghost of his big hands on your hips, your lower back, caressing your cheek as the world disappeared around you that night, just the two of you creating your own little world in the corner of that dingy bar.

Your lips parted — to say what, exactly, you’re not sure — and you see his eyes drop to them for just a moment before — 

The woman behind the bar called out “Hangman!” with a tone of voice that makes it clear that it’s not the first time she’s said it and you both startle and turn to see her holding four bottles of beer out towards Jake, a look of exhaustion on her face. He jumped forward to take them, apologies pouring from his lips and he pointedly shoves several bills into the tip jar in order to earn an eye roll and a small smile from her.

Two sweating bottles in each hand, he turned back to you and almost seems a bit relieved that you’re still standing there. (As if you’ve ever been able to walk away from him.) 

“I have to drop these off with my friends,” Jake said, nodding to a table somewhere behind you, “And you should probably get those drinks to the people who sent you over here. But do — do you wanna catch up? There’s a deck out back with some tables, it’s usually pretty quiet this time of night.” He waited for you to nod, before pressing a quick kiss to your cheekbone. “I’ll meet you in five minutes.”

With one more charming smile, he’s off into the crowd and — not for the first time in your life — you’re left speechless and a little stunned, staring after Jake Seresin. 

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Tagging some people who asked to be added: @tvshowgirl81 @redbarn1995 @stoneyggirl @keepingitlokiii @averyhotchner

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[horseshoegirl]

Set Me Alight - Part 1: Banner Sneak Peak & Snippet

Camping was the last thing you wanted to do on your week off. It will be fun, Nat said. It won't be just the two of us going, she said. It's just hiking and a campfire and seeing the sights, she said. 

It was not fun. It was not just hiking and a campfire. It was a fucking bad idea. 

Why, you might ask? 

It was hiking in a state national park, deep in the wilderness, with only a few fire lookouts as the closest thing resembling civilization. It was miles, miles, from your home state. It was going to be fucking cold, and wet, and rainy. It would be muddy slopes, climbing up cliff faces, and watching out for blind roots and sharp rocks haphazardly sticking up from the ground. You knew you wouldn't even get to enjoy the amazing scenery because you'd be too busy making sure you didn't accidentally die by stumbling over said rock or root down a cliff. 

No, all that you could have handled, despite your initial protests. That wasn't the issue. 

Because 24 hours post leaving your house and arriving in Seattle, she had failed to mention that fucking Jake Seresin had been invited along too. 

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And those who expressed an interest!

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[sailor-aviator]

MMATS Finale Sneak Peek

“I did what I did because that could have so easily been you, Jake,” you choked out, tears welling up in your eyes. “I saw you in Cole. It could have been you losing control. It could have been you hurting people. Jake, I could have lost you.”

He paused at that, coming to a halt in his movement. He looked up at you, his pupils returning to normal as the anger and despair melted from his face, leaving behind a look of uncertain neutrality.

“But it wasn’t,” he told you.

You stared at him, slack jawed before pulling your shoulders back and pressing your lips into a thin line.

“It wasn’t,” you agreed. Jake’s own lips pursed as he shook his head, taking a step towards you and offering you his hand.

“It won’t be,” he promised, eyes shining in the low light of the porch, the glow having altogether vanished. Your bottom lip began to tremble, heat rising to your cheeks.

“I know,” you whispered, cursing at how your voice cracked. Jake’s gaze softened as he looked at you, crossing the distance to cradle your face in his hands. His thumbs stroked over the apples of your cheeks.

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[sorchathered]

Whoops.

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[ereardon]

"The snow is insane. You'll never make it more than two blocks. The bodega is right on the corner, just go there. The guy who owns it lives upstairs, he'll be there even if everything else is closed."

"Bodegas have food?"

You frowned. "You're joking, right?"

Jake looked at you, wide eyes. "I thought those were hardware stores?"

You put one hand on your hip. "You don't know what a bodega is."

"I'm not from New York!"

"This isn't how to order a good bagel, Jake, or what subway line takes you to Yankee Stadium. It's a fucking corner store."

He looked you up and down, lingering a little too long on your chest. "You've gotten meaner since college."

"And you've gotten dumber, apparently, if that's even possible."

#sneak peek #coming soon #jake seresin one shot #jake hangman x you #jake seresin

[theyrealllesbians]

Lets hear it for the boy

Rooster walked into the bar near base, desperately needing to calm his nerves and get out his head for a couple of hours before the first official day of the mission tomorrow. He had asked Phoenix and Bob if they wanted to join, but both declined, preferring to have a calmer night. He initially only went to the bar for a drink and maybe a short dance if he really wanted to. In no circumstance was he going to get laid. But Rooster was a sucker for a blonde and it just so happened that a blonde guy was bent over the bar when Rooster walked in.

Rooster sauntered over, purposefully pulling back his shoulders and taking long, confident strides. The guy's back was still turned, but it helped him get into character or at least draw some courage.

"I just want to preface," Rooster leaned into the guy's space slightly, teetering the line of smothering very quickly, "I don't do this very often. So, take it as a compliment that I'm talking to you. Anyway, what's your name?"

"Someone's arrogant."

"That or confident?" Rooster lifted his eyebrows too much for it to be considered a normal facial expression but balanced it out with a delicate smile.

"I'd stick with arrogant." The blonde guy decided with a small nod.

"Either way, you still didn't answer my question."

"And what would that be?" The guy reached out, toying with the hem of Rooster's shirt, pulling at the collar a little.

"Your name, cowboy?" Rooster nodded to the Stetson that was balancing on the guy's hair.

"Hazard a guess."

Rooster leaned in even closer, and stared into the guy's eyes for a while, getting distracted by the mesmerising blue of them. They reminded him of clear lakes he'd swim in as a kid, slowly wasting away his days in a sun-drunk dream. In fear of sounding too cliche, Rooster decided not to voice any of these thoughts, but instead allowed himself to drink in the memories for a millisecond more before pulling back.

"I don't know, your eyes tell me a lot, but they won't tell me your name."

"That's real unfortunate."

"It really is. Gonna give me a clue?"

"No way, good lookin'" Rooster preened at the compliment, despite schooling his face into one of disappointment.

"Rude."

"Not really."  

"Fine, if you won't answer that, then will you answer my next question?"

"Depends what it is."

"Are you a campfire?" The guy groaned, clearly sensing how tragic the next line would be. "Cause you are smoking hot." Rooster was grinning ridiculously and was surprised to see that the guy was mirroring his smile. Usually, he'd get told to fuck off or that the line was a deal breaker, so he saw it as a good sign that the guy could tolerate his pickup lines.

"That was terrible." The guy said, still smiling and laughing a little.

"You're smiling though."

"Hm, if we danced would that shut you up a little more?"

"I suppose it would," The guy dragged him by the hand to the little, makeshift dancefloor, "don't know why you wouldn't wanna hear more though?" The guy pulled him close by the hips, forcing them face to face, killing every word that danced on the end of Rooster's tongue.

Rooster groaned softly, not having entertained the thought he'd dance with someone. His hands gripped the guy's hips, not wanting him to move from where he was at all. Rooster hooked his chin over the guy's shoulder, nosing at his neck before allowing his lips to skim the same path.

"Come on, darlin'" Rooster was going slowly insane. "Put some effort in."

Rooster pulled the guy's hips in the last few inches, forcing them flush from thigh to chest. He snaked his arm round to the guy's stomach and rucked up the hem of his shirt, swirling his finger over the guy's stomach, dipping to his happy trail every so often. He ground his hips into the guy, drawing out a gasp that turned into a moan.

"Better?" Rooster asked sweetly, biting the guy's neck in the process before licking over it in one firm motion.

"Much." The guy whispered, stunned by the sudden change in character.

Rooster moved his thigh in between the guy's legs, somehow forcing them closer still, prompting the guy to grab onto the hand that was on his stomach and Rooster's hair. He started by toying with it idly, before grabbing a fist full and yanking not so gently. The guy spun around, throwing his arms over Rooster's shoulders in the process and smiling in gratitude when Rooster replaced his hands on his hips just as fast.

"You know what we say down south?" He breathed over Rooster's jaw.

"What?"

"Save a horse," He pulled back to look Rooster in the eye, "ride a cowboy."

Rooster groaned before taking the guy's hand that was coiled round his neck and used it to pull him to the only place, he knew worthy of a one-night stand, the men's bathroom.

I really hope this takes some people’s fancy as i actually love the idea that bubbling away in my head. But yeah, not to self promo or anything but i will post the chapters as i finish them on ao3 and maybe tumblr (i’ll see how i feel).

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[ariyadaivaris]

athena in real and also edge's debut featuring the hand of a very distraught security guard who did not appreciate our presence there

#ATHENA! ATHENA! ATHENA!!! I DIDNT KNOW SHE WAS GONNA BE THERE!!!! #even for the off the wall swerve v hangman match later i never felt as starstruck as i did seeing athena!!! she was right there!!! #the security guard story is that we left early to avoid the rush out only to hear some ruckus and realize something else was probably #going to go on (as is very common at ppvs)(i didnt say when my buddy suggested leaving early to avoid the rush because #i love to avoid rushes whenever i can) so we attempted to sneak back into the arena to see #and successfully charmed three guards into allowing it before meeting one who chased us out #she was DISTRESSED. she screamed 'NO!!!!!!' when she saw me taking a picture. 'YOU CAN'T BE HERE!!!' #there were two other people peeking in behind us too which was so funny. THEY CANT STOP ALL OF US #we did flee and then accidentally get locked into a stairwell for awhile after that. eventful evening!

[justalonelyslytherin]

Please don't hate me for part 2 of Hold Me Close once it drops. I swear the end will be fluffy and satisfying! (and the beginning is cute too).

Then he was gone. In the blink of an eye, he had let her go, pulled himself out of her space, and turned on the spot. She could only stare at his retreating back. Once his form had rounded the nearest corner she slid down the wall, sinking to the floor. The adrenaline washed from her, leaving behind nothing but emptiness.

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[iguana-braces]

🌹

Here's a little description from "Loud Mouth Façade" part 1, aka, meeting Hangman's parents! 😬

His mom was much more disarming, and much more proactive, doing her best to make sure the two men were never alone in the same room for extended periods of time. Not that the addition of your company kept his dad from making snide remark after snide remark at his son’s expense. Mrs. Seresin would tut and tell her husband, "Oh, don't say that," while Jake followed his own advice and ignored most of it. Eventually he relaxed enough to start offering up his usual witty retorts, although they lacked their distinctive bite. From an outsider's perspective, it was like watching them play Jenga with a house of cards, always one move away from complete disaster. 

#ask answered #Princessphilly #moots <3 #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #I might be hyping myself up way too much with these sneak peeks 😂

[daisyfieldrecs]

Jake Seresin Fics

Just Friends| One-Shot| Smut| @say-al0e

Aw Honey Honey| One-Shot| Fluff, Smut| @thebirdandthebee

You've Got the Real Thing Right Here| One-Shot| Fluff, Smutish| @birdy-bat-writes

And the truth of the matter is (I'll never let you go)| One-Shot| Fluff, Angst, Smut| @fidogo

do you want to lie, sir?| One-Shot| Fluff, Smutish| @simpforrooster

Oh, Lover Boy!| One-Shot| Fluff, Smut| @unmistakablyunknown

Oh, Baby| Series| Warnings in Each Chapter| @seresinhangmanjake

The Tipping Point| One-Shot| Smut| @cherrycola27

I Caught You| Blurb| Fluff| @roosterbruiser

do not disturb| One-Shot| Smut| @coconutcordiale

One Summer In San Diego| One-Shot| Fluff, Angst| @sunnysidevans

Don't Hang'em Til Noon| Sequel| Series| Fluff, Angst, Smut| @sailor-aviator

Fool's Fare| Series| Fluff, Angst, Smut| @sailor-aviator

Meet Me at the Sea| Series| Fluff, Angst, Smut| @sailor-aviator

Lay all your love one me| One-Shot| Fluff, Smut| @bussyslayer333

12:34AM| One-Shot| Fluff, implied Smut| @bussyslayer333

nothing but a gentleman| One-Shot| Fluff| @simpforrooster

Who Did This To You?| One-Shot| Angst| @justfandomwritings

start of a silver fox| One-Shot| Fluff, implied Smut| @topherwrites

How You Get The Girl| One-Shot| Fluff, Angst, Smut| @seresinsweetie

The Stakes are High, but this love is ours| One-Shot| Fluff, implied Smut| @sorchathered

Sneak Peek| One-Shot| Fluff, Smut| @roosterforme

and every photograph that's taken here is from the summer (the house that i grew up in)| One-Shot| Fluff, Angst| @jupitercomet

Heart Out| One-Shot| Fluff, Smut| @bussyslayer333

There's a honey| One-Shot| Fluff, Smut| @bussyslayer333

Take it| One-Shot| Smut| @bussyslayer333

Cowboy| One-Shot| Fluff| @thewulf

Commander| One-Shot| Fluff| @thewulf

Absolutely Gorgeous| One-Shot| Fluff| @thewulf

You're Not My Type| One-Shot| Fluff, Angst. Smut| @roosterforme

Kiss with tight hug| One-Shot| Fluff| @youvebeenlivingfictional

All This Love| One-Shot| Fluff, Smut| @honkytonk-hangman

Jukebox War| One-Shot| Fluff| @roosterforme

Specialty Goods| One-Shot| Fluff, Smut| @roosterforme

Better Than Revenge| One-Shot| Fluff| @roosterforme

When Jake Met Polly| One-Shot| Fluff, implied Smut| @honkytonk-hangman

SunKissing| One-Shot| Fluff, implied Smut| @honkytonk-hangman

Devil In Disguise| One-Shot| Fluff| @honkytonk-hangman

Blue Skies and Green Eyes| One-Shot| Fluff| @bradshawssugarbaby

Call Me When You Get Home| One-Shot| Fluff, implied Smut| @bradshawssugarbaby

Sundays Are for the Boys| One-Shot| Fluff, lil bit of Smut| @roosterforme

Gentle Jake Seresin| Blurb| Fluff| @mango-writes-savvy

Little Wonder| Series| Warnings in Each Chapter| @hangmans-wingman

This Isn't What It Looks Like| One-Shot| Fluff, Implied Smut| @phoenixsbby

Tiktok Trouble| One-Shot| Fluff, Implied Smut| @ultralightpoe

Beer Never Broke My Heart| One-Shot| Fluff, lil bit of Angst| @bradshawssugarbaby

Not Just Pals| One-Shot| Fluff, Angst| @thewulf

It Matters| One-Shot| Fluff, Angst| @thewulf

Who are You?| Pt.2| Pt.3| Series| Fluff| @thewulf

They All Know, He's In Love With You| One-Shot| Fluff, lil bit of Angst| @hangmanssunnies

#ficrecs #daisyfieldrecs #jake seresin #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #top gun hangman #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin fic #jake seresin smut #jake hangman fic

[horseshoegirl]

Lucky! You know what I’m going to ask for… I’m always in need of updates about Liz Jake and Sadie, my beloveds 🥰🥰🥰

Beth! This thing has been sitting in my drafts since I finished DTDT, and I'm so happy you sent this in cause it's literally brought me a new life. I've missed these three more than I can say, and I've been feeling a bit down about writing (I can't say why, but I NEEDED this).

I'm sharing more than a paragraph cause I've missed them so much, and I'm sure the DTDT crew who followed their journey would like a big update on these guys, too!

This is the beginning of The four times Sadie's Uncles ruined her dates and the one time they didn't!

“Will asked me to the prom.” 

It's a Friday night, on the eve of all the Daggers returning from another deployment on a special assignment. It’s just you and Sadie standing together, washing dishes, discussing everything the two of you wanted to do and catch Jake up on when he returned. 

“Oh, how did he do it?” You squealed, knocking her with your hip. Sadie ducked her head and blushed, reaching for more soap for her dish. 

“He did the ten things I hate about you bleacher dance.” 

“Shut up, he didn’t?” you gasped. You hoped your reply wasn’t too dramatic. You might have let it slip to Alyssa that movie nights now consisted of romantic comedies since your husband hadn't been a participant for the past few months, and Sadie had been impressed by Health Ledger dancing on the steps. 

Alyssa was all too happy to relay the message to Will, who happily jumped on the chance, even getting a few of Sadie’s teachers involved. You might have gotten the video from Alyssa earlier today, and you weren’t going to let on, knowing Sadie would want it destroyed if she knew of its existence. 

Lately, she hated seeing herself cry. 

She nodded, slightly embarrassed at the memory, though you knew she had to be giddy he’d even be that thoughtful or grandiose in his ask. 

“We are going to have to go dress shopping soon. Maybe get Nat and Penny involved. Make it a girl's trip.” 

Sadie doesn’t offer you a reply. Instead, she hands her plate off to you to dry before pushing herself away to the other side of the kitchen.  

“I’m scared, though, Aunt Liz. It’s so bad. I’m not ready for this to happen yet.” 

The plate slipped from your hand, falling back into the water. As you turned to face her, Sadie closed her eyes and started to nod rapidly, wincing as you took in her words. 

“Sweetheart,” you admonished, stepping away from the counter to stroke her hair away from her face. “Why is that a bad thing? I thought you would want to go to the prom with Will. Is something going on? Is he pressuring you?” 

She opened her eyes, worry clearly etched into them. Even as a teenager, how she could puncture your soul with one look had not changed.

“Uncle Jake doesn’t know we’ve been dating. Either does Bradley.” 

Ah, the penny drops. 

She’s right. It’s been five months since the two of you saw either of them and in that time, Will and Sadie went on several dates. There might have been even a kiss or two shared. And to Sadie’s request, she didn’t want Jake to know in the letters you’ve been sending. 

He was, you could say, a bit overprotective of his little girl. And she knew the trouble both he and Bradley could bring on to the both of them, should they wish to. 

 “Uncle Jake and Uncle Roo are going to kill him.” 

“Sadie Seresin-Beck, they aren’t going to…” 

She let out a grumbled sound and stepped away from you to the edge of the island so she could lay her upper body across the granite surface. She let out a frustrated cry, threading her fingers through her hair at the back of her head. 

“What are we going to do?!” 

Honestly? 

You had no clue. 

#horseshoegirlwrites #damnthosedogtags #jake seresin fanfiction #damn those dog tags #hangman x oc #jake seresin #hangman fanfiction #jake hangman seresin x reader #dtdt sneak peek #dtdt

[mynameismckenziemae]

All of Me

Part 1

(next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OFC/You

Summary: You find yourself bored at the beach on a rare day of R & R. Things get a lot more interesting when Jake runs into you (literally). One thing leads to another and you find yourself back at Jake’s for a steamy, fun filled night.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Non-explicit smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), slight mentions of losing a spouse, alcohol use, etc.

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Relaxation has never been your forte.

Starting when you were a little girl; always having to sleep with one eye open to avoid your drug-addict mom’s unpredictable moods and the men she brought home. That unwanted attention only increased with age and the way you began to fill out your clothes which only fueled the resentment your mom had for you.

That resentment came to a head shortly after you turned 16 when one of her ‘friends’ made a pass at you and she subsequently kicked you out. Because it was your fault, of course.

Your best friend's family had taken you in with open arms and while it was the first time you felt like you had a home, you couldn’t help but feel guilty that her parents had another mouth to feed and another body to clothe even with their constant reassurance.

So you put your head down and continued to work hard to graduate high school early with honors. You joined the Navy at 17 shortly after with nothing but a backpack and $368 to your name.

Boot camp wasn’t a walk in the park, nor was the next 12 years of medical school and residency. During that time you fell in love, married the love of your life, got pregnant, and then watched your husband wither away from a debilitating, aggressive disease to pass away shortly after the birth of your son.

With the help from your in-laws and best friend, Maggie, you were able to stay enlisted for the past 8 years as you had navigated being a single mother and widow while also pursuing and achieving your dream of becoming a doctor.

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Late last night you arrived home from an endless 6 (and hopefully your last) month deployment-a week earlier than expected. Normally coming back from deployments early is ideal, but your son, Drew, was at Disney with grandma and grandpa for a few more days.

So here you sit on the beach with a cold beer catching some rays while trying and failing to relax.

A rowdy group of guys playing some version of football down the beach keeps creeping closer with each play and the hot, sandy-haired quarterback keeps catching your eye. He’s peacocking for you; flexing and glancing your way. You pointedly ignore it and have to bite back your smile when he deflates.

It doesn’t stop you from sneaking peeks at his sweaty chest under the cover of your sunglasses though as you pull out the smutty book Maggie’s been begging you to read.

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Just as you’re getting to the good part of your book, something flies over the top of you; a foot knocks the beer that was nearly to your lips down the front of your white coverup.

“Shit! I’m so sorry,” there’s an apology before he’s even on his feet. “I didn’t see you ‘till the last second.”

Liar.

“It’s alright,” you reply, looking down as you try to soak up some of the liquid with your towel but it’s no use; it’s saturated with beer, and the wet fabric clings to your torso.

“Sorry!” One of his friends yells, likely the one who threw the football. “Let me buy you an apology drink?”

“No worries,” you call back, glancing back down with a grimace. “I’m good, but thanks anyway!”

“We’ll meet you at the Hard Deck then,” his friend calls before jogging over to the rest of the group already heading that way.

“I really am sorry,” the culprit repeats. Your breath catches when you turn back to him. He’s even more good-looking up close, especially with that sheepish grin. Even though his eyes are hidden by his sunglasses, it’s obvious he’s checking you out. Your nipples are now standing to attention, pushing against your bikini top through the newly see-through fabric of your top. “I knew you were here but I hadn’t realized how close we’d gotten. Are you sure I can’t buy you a drink?”

“I was thinking about taking your friend up on the offer,” you answer truthfully, “but most of the bars around here have a strict “no shirt no service policy.”

You know Penny wouldn’t care but still.

“I’ve got more in the cooler though. You can have one if you get me one too,” you wink before peeling off the soaking garment.

He swallows thickly as he watches before he shakes himself out of it. “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

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“So, I, uh…I’m Jake,” he says, handing you a beer. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, I’m Reese,” you reply, shaking his hand after taking the bottle from him.

“Like the peanut butter cups?” He asks with a cheeky grin as he sits beside you in the sand.

“Wow,” you deadpan before taking a pull of your beer. “Never heard that one before.”You laugh at the dejected look on his face. “Yes, like the peanut butter cups.”

He laughs too, finally loosening up.

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It doesn’t take long for you to piece together that Jake’s younger than you and it’s obvious that he has no trouble keeping his bed warm. He learns quickly that you’re not easily impressed and changes his tune, turning the conversation toward you. You keep it vague, telling him you work in healthcare when he asks, knowing some men are easily intimidated by your degree, and in turn, he tells you he works in aviation.

Your heart pinches more than once as the afternoon passes. Your late husband, Andrew, had taken you to the beach for your first date and Jake reminds you so much of him; the way he makes you laugh; the charming cockiness when he talks about flying, the way he flirts and strokes your ego just right.

You hope your ego isn’t the only thing getting stroked when the sun begins to set. A shiver works through you, making you miss its warmth.

“Cold?” He asks as he rubs his rough, calloused palm over your arm. More goosebumps rise at his touch.

“A little,” you admit with a smile, but it quickly turns into a frown when you press your phone to check the time but it doesn’t light up. “Shoot, my phone died. So much for calling an Uber.”

“You can charge it at my place if you want. It’s not far,” he offers, brushing a strand of hair off your forehead.

“Sure, that’d be great,” you agree, knowing he’s offering more than a charger.

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He learn he was definitely offering more than the phone charger.

You ache in places you forgot existed as you reach for your phone buzzing on Jake’s nightstand.

Jake was better in bed than you expected.

He was a little quick on the draw the first time he had you with your back pressed against his front door, but he surprised you by dropping to his knees after he came, not even bothering to take the condom off. He’d paused at the thin line marring your lower stomach and you held your breath as you waited for him to comment or kick you out but he surprised you again by kissing your c-section scar instead before feasting between your legs like a man starved.

While you showered the sand and sticky residue of the beer off, he had ordered pizza.

After, he invited you to his bed with the excuse that your clothes were still in the dryer (even though you had both hard the buzzer). You’re not sure who fell asleep first, but you woke up a few hours later with his arms around you and his hard-on pressing against your ass.

You fell asleep after riding him, more relaxed than you had felt in years.

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You sit up as you read the messages from your son.

Drew: Mom!! Grandma and Grandpa said we could home early!

Drew: They said we’d be home by 10 with our new flight.

Drew: Is that okay? I just missed you so much.

Drew: Mommmmm

Drew: We’re boarding now.

Mom: I missed you too! Of course, it’s okay! I can’t wait to see you. I love you so much.

You look at the time when your text fails to deliver, 9:18 AM.

Shit. Time to go.

Resisting the urge to whip off the covers and scramble, you slowly get out of Jake’s bed, not wanting to wake him.

You’re quiet as you find your clothes in the dryer and gather your things.

There’s a notepad and pen on the small table near the door and your heart stutters when you see the dog tags hanging next to his keys.

Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

US Naval Aviator.

Well. He did say he was in aviation.

Your phone buzzes again and you quickly scribble a note before heading out the door.

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“Reese?” Jake murmurs, cracking his eyes open when he pats the bed, finding it cold.

“No way,” he mutters grumpily as he heads out of the bedroom to find the house empty and quiet.

The first woman he’d felt anything for in years snuck out while he was sleeping.

An orange sticky note stuck to the door catches his eye and he walks over to read:

Sorry to run out-something came up and I had to get home. I have a feeling I’ll be seeing you again soon though, lieutenant.

Jake smiles despite himself at the smiley face you drew beside your name and sighs before heading back to bed.

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A/N: Wellllll here’s the first part! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it ☺️

I’m leaving early tomorrow morning for a 6 day girls trip (to the beach) so I might be slow to respond/update but who knows, maybe I’ll get bored 🤷🏻‍♀️

Thank you to @lexixstewart again for the meet-cute at the beach idea 🫶🏻

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roosterforme's Jake Seresin masterlist (Hangman x Reader)

(hey, who the fuck let Jake in here?) roosterforme masterlist

Jukebox War Jake likes the jukebox at the Hard Deck, drinking beers, and cute girls who are a little bit mean to him.

You're Not My Type You only spent one evening with Jake, but it was enough to leave you wanting more and also have you hoping to never see him again.

Specialty Goods Jake is tasked with planning a holiday get-together. He’s unhappy about it, until you offer to let him sample the specialty goods. 

Better Than Revenge You thought you had the interest of one of the aviators who frequented your bar. He always had a soft smile when only looking at you. But when there's another girl hanging on his every word and his arm, Rooster helps you get Jake to come to his senses.

A Formal Reprimand Above all else, Jake prided himself on his spotless Naval record. When his wife inadvertently causes him to be formally reprimanded during a deployment, he plans to give her a fair share of the punishment when he gets home.

Alone With All Your Letters You had been with Jake for so long, he could barely remember himself without you. But he was ready for more, and he was tired of waiting for you to catch up to him. With a few ugly words, he broke your heart. And with one handwritten letter, you brought him to his knees. 

You and Me and She Makes Three Jake had feelings for you. And that was a problem, because he didn't do relationships. He was going to have to choose his independence over being with you. At least that's what he thought until he was presented with the opportunity to enjoy you and his freedom at the same time. 

Sundays Are for the Boys Football Sundays are a sacred tradition amongst Jake and his friends, and he's quick to make sure you know that. But when the boys discover your favorite drink in the refrigerator, Jake makes an exception to his rule.

This Sunday Is for My Girl Jake can barely remember what Sundays were like before you were part of his football watching tradition. When his team makes it all the way to the Super Bowl, his nervous energy practically has you on edge too, but you formulate a plan to distract him. The results are better than you could have predicted. (A continuation of Sundays Are for the Boys)

Sneak Peek You spent so much time around the boys, they counted you as one of them. You were firmly stuck in the friend zone with Jake, so it was time to move on with a guy who could see past your flight suits. It's not immediately obvious to either of you that cranky Jake is actually jealous Jake.

Adult Education (23 Part Series) Jake ends up sitting in on a college physics lecture purely by accident. He's rewarded with a cute smile and a cheap beer when he defends the professor. But since when is he like Bradshaw, getting turned on by math and college classrooms? (Part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own)

#jake hangman x reader #hangman imagine #jake seresin imagine

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ATF Ch. 13 sneak peek

[Full chapter dropping tonight!]

“What’s this really about, Jake?” 

He pushed himself up, reaching for the bottle of water you assumed Coyote had left on the counter. Jake took a sip before looking at you. “I’m a fuck up, Victoria. It’s who I am. It’s what I am. I’m a giant fuck up. I think I always knew it. But I didn’t really know it until you came along.” 

You sucked in a breath. 

“You’re fucking amazing. And every time I look at you I just think why am I not more like her? Why can’t I be good like her?” He raised his eyes to yours. “Why can’t I make her believe that I’m worth her time?” 

“Jake.” It was soft on your lips. Like butter. Jake could listen to you say his name on a loop all day.

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