#jake hangman seresin mini series

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Life Changes: B.B & J.S {TGM} pt.1

Part One: Rolling up the welcome Mat 

Summary: Two lovers thought their love would forever burn bright, however, things change and people change. What happens to be a big change for people can lead them to the best version of themselves. Life Changes and people have to move on. AU

Summary didn’t make any sense, but part one is basically the introduction to the short series. I also love Kelsea Ballerini’s ep so the first part will be based off those songs. 

Pairing: Bradley ‘rooster’ Bradshaw x ex-wife! reader, Jake ‘hangman’ Seresin x Reader. 

*UPDATE: this has been in my drafts for almost five months so enjoy, I suppose! also timelines are off.* 

Warning(s): mentions of divorce, mentions of alcohol, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage, co-parenting, young marriage, anxiety, a few cuss words, maybe slight cheating if you squint (I do NOT condone btw). 

I went from using her song titles to quotes from her songs as the “title” also I skipped “blindsided” even though it’s my favorite, because this was too long! 🫣

*GIF not mine, all credits to owner/maker* 

Young love is a controversial subject. Some people say that it lasts, and most people will tell you that it will end. When you’re 19 and in a relationship with someone six years older than you, you tend to be a bit naive. Thinking that everything would go your way and the relationship would last a long time. When Y/N and Bradley eloped right after finding out his adoptive father pulled his navy papers, Bradley wanted to move on with his life, try for naval academy again, and follow in his father’s footsteps. If Bradley and Y/N had been 100% sober and if Bradley wasn’t angry and thinking irrationally due to his emotions, the two would have never gotten married as fast as they did. They had just started dating a few months prior. To say they were both shocked when they sobered up and actually realized what they did, would be an understatement. 

Y/N and Bradley only wanted to get married once, so they agreed to make it work, even on days they felt like giving up. Truth be told, they didn’t know each other as well as they thought they did. Marriage had showed both of them sides that they didn’t even know existed when they started dating. That was a given knowing that they had not dated for long.

In the end, no matter what they faced the two pulled through. They wanted too, they wanted to beat all the odds that were against them. They had gone through three years of marriage. That was when their lives changed in a big way. Y/N had found out that she was expecting their first baby. It was a shock and surprise to both of them. They had been using protection as they were both unsure if they wanted kids at this time. In the long run, both of them weren’t sure if they wanted kids with each other. Were they even as in love as they could be? Probably not. They both doubted the relationship from time-to-time and sometimes wondered if it was worth it. They just never communicated their concerns. 

During Y/N’s pregnancy, Bradley was there for her for everything. Her cravings, he bought them. Swelling? He rubbed her feet and stomach. Back aches? he ran a warm bath. He promised himself and her that he would be there for every moment of the pregnancy. He knew that he would hate himself if he wasn’t there for his child. A few weeks after confirming their pregnancy, they got a gender blood test and found out that their child was a girl. It was an emotional time to for the parents to be when finding out the gender. 

After the birth of Baby Bradshaw was when the strain on the marriage happened. The two had been told by mutual friends that Babies make marriages hard and the first year after having a baby was the hardest. After Oaklee turned a year old, the couple was expecting their marriage and relationship to get easier. The opposite ended up happening, the two never knew why they were drifting apart. They were in what most people would call the “roommate” phase in their marriage. 

When Oaklee Bradshaw was almost two, the couple had started fighting verbally. It was new to both of them, seeing as they usually ignored their problems until they went away. Bradley had established himself and was working towards being a reliable naval aviator and Y/N was home with the baby. After months of fighting, the couple finally decided to try couples therapy, which consisted of meetings together and separate. The two were really trying to make their relationship work for their daughter. It just didn’t look like it would work out that way. 

1. “Mountain With A View” 

Bradley was stationed overseas, somewhere close to the Netherlands, Y/N only knew that because his location always showed that he was in or near Amsterdam. She wasn’t sure what her husband was doing while he was over there, part of her didn’t even know if she cared. She was currently in California, which is where her and Bradley had lived since Top Gun. Oaklee just happened to be with Y/N’s mom, she had flown in to see her granddaughter for a few days. 

It was currently seven in the morning and the girl was sat in a cafe that overlooked Big Sur. It was a popular place in California, and she had drove seven hours to the place that offered her some comfort. Y/N knew that she should be missing her husband, but why would she? All they ever did was fight recently, and she ended up sleeping on the couch instead of working on their problems and sharing a bed. On the rare occasion that the couple shared a bed, they were nowhere near each other. Bradley hadn’t even called to properly talk to her, they sent videos back and forth. Bradley’s were all for Oaklee and the ones she sent were of their daughter. A simple ‘good morning’ and ‘goodnight’ text was all that she got while being his wife. Something that had changed over the years. 

“Excuse me,” the girl waitress stopped by Y/N’s table. “The guy over there wanted to know if he could pay for your next order, if you had one?” she asked kindly. 

Y/N followed her hand in the direction that the waitress had pointed. A broad, muscular, blonde was sat there with a friend. He was completely minding his own business like he didn’t just offer to buy your items. “If he’s sure, I’ll just take a regular coffee.” she said softly. The waitress then walked off to get the coffee in a to-go cup. 

Once the coffee was dropped off, Y/N thanked the waitress and got her items before heading out of the cafe. On her way out she purposely walked passed the man’s table. “Hey, I just wanted to thank you-” she started as she waited for him to introduce himself. 

“Jake. Jake Seresin.” He introduced with a smirk growing on his face. 

“Thank you, Jake.” She mumbled softly trying to hide the blush coating her face. “You made my terrible day okay.” she added before bidding goodbye and leaving the cafe. She knew that she would probably never see that man again. So there wasn’t anything wrong with approaching a stranger. 

**

“Y/N, tell me. What has you feeling the way that you described? Is it because Bradley is overseas?” The marriage therapist asked as she had the couples file in her lap. Y/N had stopped in for a walk-in session on her way back to San Diego. She had driven seven hours from home and didn’t remember driving that far. 

“As bad as it is... Bradley being gone is the biggest relief.” Y/N admitted as she felt her tears fill up her eyes. It was a different feeling, thinking about how their relationship was. When saying these things out loud it stung much more than she thought it would. “I drove seven hours to Big Sur this morning. I don’t remember any of it and my trigger had to be knowing that Bradley left his wedding band at home.” the girl chewed on her lip as she thought about her husbands wedding band. 

“He isn’t allowed to wear it on some conditions, correct?” The therapist asked as Y/N shook her head to answer. “What if he kept it at home so he wouldn’t lose it.” 

This is what Y/N hated about therapy, she felt as if the woman across from her felt she was dramatic. “No, he always kept it in his uniform pocket.” Y/N stated as she crossed her arms to make herself feel less exposed. “I’ve been sleeping on the couch most nights.” she finally confessed. “We are way past the roommate phase and heading towards the enemies faze.” 

“I’m sure that isn’t true.” Dr. Lionels spoke. 

“I’m done fighting for our marriage. I am not living another year of us just being “fine” when I should get to be happy.” with that, the younger girl got up and headed to her car. She wasn’t going to sit in a space where she felt as if she was judged for her feelings. ”This is when I set myself free.” she mumbled before slowly taking her wedding ring off. 

Her finger felt naked without the band sitting on her left ring finger. At the same time she felt a wave of sadness, anger, and disappointment. The tears were something that should have happened ages ago. Until willingly giving up on her marriage, she felt numb. 

*six months later*

“We promised to make this work!” Bradley yelled causing Y/N to flinch. Oaklee was asleep in her bedroom, and she was hoping that her angry husband wouldn’t wake up their daughter. “We swore to each other no matter what, that we would get through it. We both agreed to being the only marriage!” he was pissed. Y/N could feel the body heat and anger radiating off of him even though she was seated at their island. Her ring laying on the counter where she tried to give it back to Bradley. 

“All we do is fight!” Y/N sighed, not having any argument left in her at the moment. “This isn’t love, Bradley. You know it, I know it, and I want Oaklee to know that marriage should be about love.” She sighed as she put her head in her hands. 

“This has to do with that number texting you doesn’t it?” Bradley asked making the girl groan as she threw her phone at Bradley. 

“I am not and I have never cheated on you.” she mumbled as she watched her legal husband go through her phone. “I’m tired, Bradley. I want us to find ourselves again.” 

Bradley threw the phone back on the counter before running a hand through his hair. “You’re just like your freaking parents.” Bradley yelled again causing his wife to wince. “You’re giving up because it’s easy. It’s easier than working this out.” 

“It’s easy?” Y/N yelled standing up from her seat. “How is being divorced at 25 easy? You’re 31 Bradley, you have time to find another girl that you love and settle down. I want us both to be happy and I know we aren’t. I sleep on the couch when you’re home. How is that healthy?” she shouted before running a hand down her face. 

“Why are you not willing to work on us? When did you realize you were done... how long have you been lying to me?” He asked. He was still mad, but he had quieted down. 

“There were multiple times. The big deal breaker?” Y/N started as tears welled up in her eyes. “The weekend you were coming home but decided to go to some beer show or fest with your navy friends.” 

“I’ve apologized for that.” Bradley whispered. Y/n knew that he was getting emotional thinking about why you needed him so bad. 

“I lost a BABY, Bradley!” She shouted one last time before the tears started rolling. “I lost our baby, and I needed you.” 

“There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t regret not coming home that weekend.” 

“It’s too late. We don’t get a happy ending.” 

2. Just Married

*1 year earlier*

“Hey, it’s me again, I’m sorry to keep calling. You said that you’d be coming home for a week. I was just wondering if plans changed. Oaklee hasn’t been sleeping well and I was hoping you’d be home soon to help. Just… call me back when you can.” Y/N sighed as she hung up her phone again. Just in time for Oaklee to start crying again.

The baby Bradshaw was teething and it was taking a toll on Y/N. Her mother had flown back home and it had been a week or two since she had last saw the therapist. Y/N had made friends with the guy that had paid for her coffee. She had ran into him a day later and found out that he was stationed due to him being in the navy.

“Baby, please calm down for momma.” The girl cooed as she rocked her teething baby back and forth. She had already fed the baby and changed her diaper and clothes.

After another 30 minutes, y/n had finally gotten the baby to settle down and laid her in her crib. She was hoping for a moment of silence, instead her phone started blaring from the kitchen. She groaned as she made her way towards the kitchen. Part of her hoped it was Bradley saying he was in the states now. Much to her dismay, it was not.

“Hey,” she answered the blonde pilot that had called her. She knew that people would blow the friendship out of proportion if they knew she was friends with him.

“Hey, me and a few friends are going out tonight. I was wondering if you wanted to come?” He asked. The loud obnoxious voices in the background made the girl roll her eyes as she leaned against the counter. “As friends, of course.”

“I can’t.” She mumbled before placing him on speaker. “I’m married for one, and second, I have a baby and she’s been sick lately. She’s teething and I forgot to pick up baby orajel.”

“Text me your address and I’ll pick you up some.” Jake said before ending the call.

Y/N didn’t know what to do. She knew Oaklee needed the relief, so she texted Jake her address and told her what he needed to pick-up. Part of her felt guilty for being friends with another navy guy. She felt as though she shouldn’t have a guy friend with how her relationship with her husband was becoming.

“Y/N what are you doing.” She whispered to herself. As she sat thinking about her marriage. She wasn’t even doing anything wrong. She never flirted with Jake, she never did anything that would classify as cheating to her and Bradley. Why was she feelings guilty? Maybe because he had been doing more for her than her husband. But it wasn’t Bradley’s fault, right? He had a job. One that required a lot of energy and late nights and early mornings.

The doorbell ringing through the house broke the girl out of her thoughts. Seeing Jake standing at the door with a bag from the local drugstore and a bag of takeout food, made Y/N forget all about her inner battle. She had not eaten much today because she was worrying about her husband and daughter. 

“I know you said to just bring baby orajel,” Jake started as he walked in the house. The blonde felt that it was normal to just walk in Y/N’s house now. After all, they had been friends for a bit now. “I figured that you haven’t had anything to eat today, so I brought your favorite.” He added as he liad both bags on the kitchen counter. 

“You really didn’t have to do that.” Y/N told him as she gave him a small smile.

“I know.” He shrugged. His gaze staying on the woman in front of him as she got the baby teething supplies out of the plastic bag. “Have you heard from your dick of a husband?” he asked in an annoyed tone. 

Y/N gave her friend a look, but shook her head, nonetheless. “Don’t say that. He’s just busy. It isn’t easy being stationed multiple countries away from your kid.” She purposely did not even mention herself. She knew that she was not number one in Bradley’s life, but she knew that he loved their daughter. Even if he did want to have his fun and let her do most of the caring. She knew that his job was stressful, and he needed some free time. 

“Busy?” Jake asked as Y/N avoided his gaze at his tone. “I have a friend that is stationed over there right now. Yes, they have daily tasks and some days they are not available to check in, but I know good and well that he should at least call to check on his wife and daughter.” There was no masking his anger when he spoke. He knew that the girl in front of him deserved better, someone who was willing to try and make her happy. 

“I am not talking about my husband right now.” The woman stated before walking away with the medicine. Oaklee had just started fussing and she was silently thanking her daughter for interrupting their conversation. 

After putting the baby medicine on Oaklee’s gums, Y/N fixed her some food and a trainer cup, while her and jake ate. The dinner was mostly in silence besides the few noises that the child was making. Once dinner was done, Y/N had led them to the living room where she placed Oaklee in her play area to let her play with her toys before bed. 

“I’m sorry about earlier.” Jake spoke softly as he sat down beside the tired mother. “Your marriage is none of my business. I just, I want you to be happy y/n/n, you deserve to be happy.” 

Y/N blinked away the tears that she felt and bit her lip to keep her lip from trembling. “I can’t carry the weight of our relationship.” She admitted as she finally looked at Jake. His eyes softened at her confession. “I feel guilty for spending time with you, but I haven’t done anything wrong. We’ve been going to couples therapy for a while. It doesn’t seem to be working and it only makes me realize how messed up my marriage is.” She mumbled before turning her gaze to her daughter who was talking her baby language to one of her toys. 

“Will you promise me something?” Jake asked softly causing the girls head to turn towards him again. “Promise me that you will leave before you let, whatever you call your relationship, ruin the kind of person you are. Don’t let it ruin your aspect of marriage and love.” 

“Did I ever tell you that my Husband and I got married drunk? If we were sober, I would probably be single.” Y/N mumbled trying to get the man in front of her off the topic. 

“Y/N, promise me.” 

“I promise.” 

* 

It had been a few days since Y/N needed Jake to bring Oaklee some medicine, she had finally heard from Bradley. It turned out that he was not getting a break anytime soon. 

“So is there no way that I will be seeing you? I’m sure Oaklee would love to see her daddy.” Y/N spoke through her phone as she placed Oaklee down in her bed and gave her the cup she uses. She grabbed the baby monitor on her way out of her daughter’s room. 

“I told you that there was not a way for me to get to come see you. I know you hate traveling.” Bradley spoke on the other end. 

“I hate flying.” You corrected. “I could probably get passed it if there was a way for me to see you.” 

“I would rather not put you through that.” The Bradshaw boy replied. Y/N could hear the chaos behind her husband, no matter how much he tried to mask it. “Listen, I have to go, Nat-I mean Phoenix is waiting for me, for us.” With that the call ended. 

‘Nat, huh?’ Y/N thought as she scrolled through her phone and called a number that she hoped she would never call. 

“Langston family law firm, how can I assist you?” A woman’s voice came through the phone. 

“Hello, this is Y/N L/N and I need to speak with a divorce lawyer.” 

3. “It hurts, putting shit in a box and now we don’t talk. and it stings rolling up the welcome mat, knowing you got half.” 

If Y/N would have told her younger self that she would be getting divorced at the age of 24, almost 25, she would have laughed at you. After many arguments about trying to fix the marriage, Jake, and Phoenix, Bradley had bitterly accepted the fact that there was nothing left to do. Turns out that Jake and Bradley actually knew each other. By the time Y/N was getting divorced, she had learned that Jake’s callsign was “Hangman” and apparently Phoenix was not a big fan of him. Jake knew a lot of the girl that Bradley was spending time with.

“When’s hangman coming to help you move out?” Bradley asked. There was a snarky tone in his voice that made the younger girl roll her eyes. Y/N knew ignoring him would be the best option when it came down to it. “I always knew there was something going on between you two. After everything we went through, I just don’t see how you could do that.” 

“Do what?” Y/N finally raised her voice in frustration. “I didn’t do anything! He was a friend and that is it. He is still a friend. Don’t even get me started on you and Natasha!” She yelled. Bradley paled at the fact that she knew Phoenix’s real name. He had never mentioned it, and he was hoping that he had hidden her information pretty well. “Exactly.” she whispered. 

“She’s a friend.” Bradley stated softly. He was starting to feel guilty about it. He knew that there was more than just friendship between him and the other pilot. He just hated to admit it to his soon to be ex-wife. 

“I don’t believe that.” Y/N told her before grabbing the tape and taping down the flaps on the box. “I can promise you that I never did anything with Jake while you were away. He was a friend and that was it.” 

Bradley inhaled deeply as he watched the woman he used to know as his wife pick up a box and start heading out of the room. “What about now?” He asked. He was curious if you had any sort of relationship or feelings for the aviator that many people could not stand. Sure, Jake could be cocky and arrogant. But no one had ever seen him the way that Y/N had. 

Y/N shrugged as she turned around with the box to look at her ex-husband. “It is none of your business what I do. I could go have his baby and it would not be anything to you.” she told Bradley before turning and leaving the room. 

That was the last conversation that Y/N had with Bradley until they each filed for divorce with their lawyers. 

*A few months later* 

“Why the hell would he file that? I thought we agreed to the first document that was written up.” Y/N yelled as she stood in front of her lawyer and Jake. Her daughter was with her mother, since the woman had flown in to make sure that her daughter was focusing on what she was going through.

“Well, Ms. Y/L/N. Since the divorce isn’t finalized he has a right to fight for whatever else he was wanting. You also have a right to deny it and take it to court.” The lawyer explained as the young woman looked over at her best friend.

“He wants 50/50 custody, the house, both vehicles, and most of our savings. What is that leaving me with?” Y/N asked softly as tears gathered in her eyes. Out of everyone in the world, she never figured Bradley would turn out like this. “I willingly gave him our house and I never fought him over the bronco. But our savings wasn’t only his military money! Some of that was from my job as well.”

Jake looked at the girl he’s loved for almost a year now, of course she didn’t know. “Is there anything she can do?”

The lawyer looked over the documents from Bradley’s lawyer and what he had written up. “50/50 is almost guaranteed unless his schedule doesn’t correspond. Unless you have some kind of proof and can fight him on it. As for your vehicle and savings. If he bought the vehicle, and you have a job. He will most likely get that. Yours savings on the other hand, is it an automatic withdraw from your check?”

“Yeah.” Y/N nodded as a tear fell down. She quickly wiped it and avoided gaze with the two men across her.

“With proof, you can keep the amount that you have contributed. If you can get me a copy of that, I will send evidence to his lawyer, and we’ll try to keep it out of court.” Y/N’s lawyer spoke as the girl nodded to what he had said. 

After the meeting, Jake led the lawyer out of Y/N’s small apartment. While the young woman stood there in her kitchen thinking about how a small drunk mistake turned into a big mess. 

“You okay?” Jake asked her softly as he walked over and stood beside her. 

“As okay as one can be.” She mumbled as she let out a sigh. “How can someone do that to their child’s mother?” her hand came up and push her hair out of her face. “I put my career on hold so I could work as well, and he wants to act like he is the only one that made money.” 

Jake was not sure what to say. He know what he wanted to say, but he also knew that it may be a bit insensitive to talk about her ex-husband like that. “He’s an idiot.” Jake started causing her to snort in agreement. “You and Oaklee deserve better. You girls deserve someone who will take care of you, drama free. You shouldn’t even have to be going through this when you put more effort into therapy than he did.” 

“That what freaking sucks. He’s getting half of everything and he was not the only one paying bills or paying payments on the stuff we owned.” 

4. “There’s a thin line between love and hate, it was love but it wasn’t fate.” 

“Are you okay?” Y/N mother asked her as the older woman observed her daughter who was getting ready to go sign their official divorce papers. She was taking their daughter with her today, because Bradley wanted to take her out for a few hours after they signed the papers. 

Y/N nodded and gave her mom a sad smile, “I am so sorry that I am a big disappointment.” She whispered as tears came to her eyes. “I really wanted to make this marriage work. I wanted to listen to what you and dad always taught me, since you two never worked out. I never wanted my daughter to be in a split home.” 

Y/M/N gave you a tearful smile, “honey, it takes two to make a marriage work and I know that you gave it your all. That was why I was willing to come help with Oaklee so much. I understand exactly what you went through. That’s why I always told you to stay away from Military men.” 

Y/N let out a small laugh. “What about me? I thought we were on good terms!” Jake made himself known in the room with faux hurt. Y/N wiped the tears that fell and gave her mom a small smile. 

Y/N knew her mother loved Jake. Her mother never was a fan of Bradley, saying that he was too old for her daughter. “You are the only exception for my daughter.” Y/N’s mother spoke as she gave the Naval Aviator a pat on the back. “Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go pick up some dinner for whenever our girl gets back, I assume you’re staying for dinner?” Her mother asked Jake as she waited by the door to hear his answer, 

“If you women are okay with that.” Jake replied, his gaze focused on Y/N. 

Y/N nodded and gave him a small smile, “Of course.” she whispered. Y/N’s mother left with a smirk on her face, one that neither of the two noticed. They were too caught up in each other and the older woman knew that. “I, uh, I have to go in about thirty minutes. You are more than welcome to stay here if you want. It shouldn’t take me long to sign the papers.” 

“Is Oaklee still going with Bradshaw?” Jake asked as he glanced over at the two-year-old who was playing with her toys in the corner of the room. Y/N nodded not being able to say anything. Her daughter has been in her life for two years and never has she spent the night away from her mother before. “As much as I dislike him, I think he’ll take care of her. He doesn’t want the charges against him if something were to happen to her.” Jake said softly. 

“Jake,” Y/N started before biting her tongue. She knew that she was starting to develop feelings for the man in front of her. It was just how it was destined to turn out. He had been there for her, even when Bradley wasn’t. “Thank you, for everything.” 

Jake shrugged before running a hand through his short hair, “I love her like she’s my own.” He shrugged. “I have always loved kids and I always wanted kids, even if we aren’t together.” he mumbled. 

Y/N started to say something before a scream erupted through the room and tears followed. “Spidey!” Oaklee started yelling as she backed away. Jake quickly went over there and picked the little girl up before squishing the spider that was crawling up the wall. Y/N made a mental note to clean it up later, since it was getting time for her to leave. “thank you daddy.” Oaklee squeaked. 

Y/N’s eyes widen in shock at what her daughter had just called her best friend. The woman knew why, she was around Jake more than her own father. “Jake, I am so sorry.” She quickly said as she tried to take Oaklee from Jake. 

“Don’t apologize, she’s fine.” He assured as he handed Y/N her daughter. “She’s two, honey, she’s fine.” he promised.

Y/N gave him a thankful smile before the trio said their goodbyes and the two girls made their way to the car. In the end, Y/N ended up with 50/50 custody, except Bradley agreed for exceptions, her car, as long as Bradley’s name was taken off of it, and the amount she had donated to their savings account. Of course, she would get no interest earnings, but she was just happy to be able to get what she had put in there from her checks. 

It was about a twenty-five-minute drive to the office where the couple were signing the papers. Both of their lawyers had to be present, and they agreed that they were no longer allowed to make changes. The whole drive to the office had Y/N thinking. The fact that her daughter Oaklee Bradshaw was calling Jake Seresin dad, was a sign that she never got to see Bradley. Why else would she call him that? There would be no better explanation than her own father not spending time with her like he should. 

“Let’s get this over with.” Y/N mumbled to herself as she got Oaklee out of the car seat and walked into the office. The two-year-old was resting on the younger woman’s hip as she walked into the office where her ex-husband and the lawyers were. 

“Mr. Bradshaw, Ms. Y/L/N. This is the document you both finally agreed too.” Your lawyer spoke as he laid them down in front of couple. “Read over them and if you agree sign them and we will go make copies.” Bradley’s lawyer spoke this time. The couple read over the document and after about five minutes, they both signed the bottoms of each others pages and handed them back to the officials. “We’ll be right back.” 

After the lawyers left, Bradley turned to Y/N and gave her a look. “You’ve lost weight.” He mumbled as his eyes scanned the girls body. 

“Try staying worried, stressed, and heartbroken for a few months and it will do it to you.” Y/N muttered as she sat Oaklee down to let her walk for a minute. She knew her daughter couldn’t sit still for a long period of time. 

“Oaklee, will you come see daddy?” Bradley asked as he opened up his arms for his daughter to come to him. 

“Where’s daddy at?” The two-year-old asked Bradley as she looked around the office. Y/N bit her lip to keep from laughing knowing that the girl was probably looking for Jake. 

“Daddy’s right here, baby girl.” Bradley urged as Oaklee slowly walked towards him. 

“Where’s my other daddy?” Oaklee asked as she turned back towards her mother. Bradley gave Y/N a look as the younger woman just shrugged and avoided his gaze. 

Y/N could tell that Bradley was angry by his facial expression. It was the same look he had when she told him that she was considering getting a divorce. “What? are you teaching my kid to call hangman dad now?” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and let out a small scoff, “I am not teaching her anything, Bradley, she sees Jake more than you, that is your fault.” 

Bradley let out a sarcastic laugh, “It’s my fault? Yeah, it is my fault that I am stationed overseas and helping fight for your freedom. Your little boyfriend is stationed in California, so try again.” 

Y/N shook her head in disbelief, “Look me in the eye and tell me that you never had even a second of free time to check on your daughter, to facetime her, or even to come home to her on a weekend.” Y/N snapped staring at her ex-husband dead in the eye. Bradley didn’t say anything as he looked down. He knew that there were a few chances he could have called, facetimed, or even came home. He just didn’t want to admit it out loud. “One last thing,” she whispered. “Look at me and tell me that Oaklee would not see Natasha as a mother figure if you have main custody.” When Bradley didn’t say anything, Y/N knew exactly what she needed to know. “Exactly.” 

Once the lawyers came back in, they finished up their business and started packing everything up. Y/N took Oaklee out to Bradley’s Bronco and got ready to put her in the car seat. “You should be getting a paper in the mail, about the car being out of your name. It is strictly on my credit and my name.” She assured as she buckled Oaklee and gave her a kiss on the head. “Mommy will see you later, okay?” 

The little girl nodded but she had tears forming. “But mommy, I want you tonight.” 

“I know baby, I’ll talk to daddy and see if mommy can see you later.” Y/N promised as she kissed her head one more time and shut her door. “Drive safe with her, and please don’t drink around her. She’s so young and I don’t want her around it just yet.” 

Bradley gave a nod and stopped in his tracks, “Y/N,” Bradley called making the younger girl turn around. “I’m sorry.” He spoke up. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I thought that it would be the best way to get back at you after you told me you were done. I never should have brought Oaklee into it. If I could take it back, I would be a better husband and father to you two.” Bradley apologized making Y/N give a small nod back. 

“Can you be honest with me about one thing?” Y/N asked causing the older man to nod. He knew that he owed you a few answers. “The Natasha thing?” 

Bradley sighed as he pinched his nose. He hated himself for what he did with Natasha before he was even getting divorced. “I have feelings for her,” he admitted. “We also slept together, after you told me that you wanted a divorce, but before we were separated.” Y/N nodded, finally feeling like she was getting the closure she needed. “What about Jake?“

Y/N knew that Bradley thought there was more to the story than friends. There wasn’t though, she wanted to stay loyal in case there was a chance of fixing their marriage. She now understood that it would never work without love, and they just weren’t in love. “Just friends.” She spoke causing a saddened look to appear on Bradley’s face. “I didn’t want to ruin the chances of fixing my marriage, but I realized now that it would never work without being in love with each other and we just weren’t.”

“Do you have feelings for him?” Bradley asked.

Y/N shrugged, not knowing how to put it. “He feels like home.” She mumbled not sure how she felt about admitting it. “It isn’t going anywhere.”

Bradley gave the woman a knowing look, “you told your best friend that about us when we started out as friends.” Y/N bit her lip thinking about her being a young teenager. “Listen, I’ll bring Oaklee home if she doesn’t want to spend the night with me. I’m not going to make her cry, because I know it’s going to take some time for her to adjust.”

“Thank you.”

5. “I hope I learn to love myself like I loved you then.”

It had been about two months since the divorce papers are signed. Oaklee was slowly getting used to seeing Bradley, as of right now the schedule was only on the weekends and whenever he wanted to drop by. Y/N had got accepted and enrolled to cosmetology school so she could have a career in doing hair, makeup, and everything else. It wasn’t teaching like she originally wanted, but it was something she liked doing. It was a Friday night and Y/N had just dropped Oaklee off to Bradley at their meeting spot.

Jake had cooked dinner for the two of them since Y/N never felt like cooking on the days she dropped her daughter off. It was a simple Italian dinner, something that he could throw together since he had work until later.

“Thank you for the food.” Y/N said as the two settled down on the couch beside each other. They both had a wine class in their hand. The crimson liquid swirling around as they got situated.

“Anytime.” Jake stated as he took a drink from his wine glass.

“Do you think it gets easier?” Y/N asked as he gaze was focused on Oaklee’s little play corner in the small apartment. “I know I’ll see her Sunday night, it just, I miss her a lot.”

“I’m not sure about what to tell you, because I know that you’re an amazing mom, so I know it will be hard on you either way.” Jake spoke softly.

Y/N gave him a small smile, “Did I ever tell you about the moment I knew I was over Bradley?” She asked as she got to thinking about her second child she would have had. “I was tired, of the makeup for time sex, never hearing from him, I found out that I was pregnant with our second baby, about a month after he left. He acted so excited, and he said he was coming home a few weeks later. The Friday that he was suppose to land in California, I started experiencing light blessing and cramping. It wasn’t bad so I didn’t think anything.” Y/N spoke.

Jake already knew where her story was going. “He didn’t come home did he?” Y/N shook her head in response.

“He went out to a bar instead of hopping on the flight to come home. On Saturday I was in severe pain and I was bleeding so heavy. I went to the hospital and the baby didn’t have a heartbeat. They ruled it a miscarriage and sent me home with some pills to ensure I passed it.” Y/N finished the story of her second baby. “Once I found out that he could’ve came home, I couldn’t bring myself to want to fight for us anymore.”

“How long was this before you met me?” Jake asked as he laid his wine glass down.

“A few months.” Y/N shrugged as she followed his earlier actions and sat her wine glass on the table next to his. “You’ve honestly made everything easier. You’ve been there when he wasn’t, and I can’t thank you enough for that.”

Jake’s shoulder fell into a shrug, “I’ll always be there for you, how many times have I told you?” 

It was y/n’s turn to shrug as she thought back to when the two first met. The little cafe was where they actually met, but the first time they actually saw each other was after that and how he was flirty and then she told him that she was married and he let her know that he wasn’t a relationship guy. 

“You’re special to me, Jake. I know you aren’t a relationship type of guy, but if you ever change your mind, let me know.” she spoke softly. 

Jake sucked in a breath. When he met Y/N he knew that she was on his list, until he actually got to know her. He quickly fell in love with the woman she is and now he knew that she had feelings for him. “For you, I am already so ready to be a relationship guy.” 

The night ended with her and Jake becoming more than friends and crossing their lines over to lovers. 

Hi! I am not a big fan of the last few songs in this, but here is part one. i wanted to show a small snippet of how her and jake met and where she stood with Bradley. I am aware that timelines do not match up, but it is a fanfic for a reason. I believe this will not be bigger than three parts, but it just depends if I need to add a filler chapter. 

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[writing-and-wondering]

Scared to Love You - II

Pairing: Hangman x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, Alcohol

Request: Yes! For a sequel :D Here is the lovely anon request <3

Word Count: 2.6k

Synopsis: Follows the events of part I ! Newly in a relationship, you and Hangman decide to have a little fun with the rest of the dagger team.

A/n: Hi ! I will be creating a Scared to Love You mini series that will include anything from blurbs, to head cannons, to full blown stories about Jake and Artemis. Thanks for the love !!

After your trip to the med wing, you were allowed a days rest before returning back to work. You didn’t mind, as that time was used to relive what had happened under the fluorescent lights of the hospital room. 

Jake Seresin loved you, and you loved him. It didn’t feel real and yet it was the most world stopping, most wonderful thing you have ever come to know. He loves you. 

Love. 

Such a simple word, but something that you had thought of your entire life, yet never truly believed it would happen to you. All the stories you’ve read about love seemed to be just that; stories. Nothing more. Not real. 

But this was real. It was so real in the way your heart fluttered when you thought of him. It was real in the way his voice made you light headed, especially when he called you Darlin’ in his southern drawl. It was real in the way he made you feel so completely and utterly loved, and adored. 

After being cleared to go back to work, you were giddy with excitement at the thought of being in the air again. It had only been two days, but there was nothing that could compare to the feeling of being surrounded by nothing but the vast, open sky. 

It was real in the way he kissed you after coming to your room once he was off. His sweet touch something that lit a fire inside of you, one that you never wanted to burn out. 

Especially when there was a certain cocky voice always filtering through your headset.

In entering the briefing room, you find that you’re one of the last to arrive. You smile at Phoenix and Bob as they wave at you before you take a seat in front of them. Glancing over to the pair of seats next to you, your heart flutters as Hangman winks at you, a smile playing on his lips. 

You roll your eyes at him, but can’t help the way your mouth twitches upwards. Once Maverick comes in and begins going over the days events, you find yourself focusing on the blonde man sitting within your peripherals. 

Hangman is casting you looks, ones that you try to ignore as you attempt to focus on Maverick’s words. It’s no use, you’ve fallen far too deep. 

In dealing with deciding on who to focus on, you miss the knowing glances passed around the room behind you. Bob even turns around and gives Rooster a thumbs up as Hangman shoots yet another puppy-dog glance your way, but the growing heat in your face causes it to slip by you unnoticed. 

After training, it is no surprise when Coyote suggests a night out at the Hard Deck. Everyone agrees instantly. Phoenix comes up and nudges your arm, as she did still owe you a drink. 

Yeah, you’re done for. 

Once changed and freshened up, you head out to the bar clad in one of your favorite band tees. As you walk over to the others, Phoenix smiles at you and hands you the drink that was sitting next to her arm on the countertop. You raise an eyebrow at her and she just nods to the cup, “Try it, you won’t be disappointed.” 

With a shrug, you take a sip of the drink, your lips smacking, “Wow. That’s strong.”

She laughs, “I thought that’s how you liked it?”

You drink it again, the alcohol warming your stomach, “I do, but a little warning next time would be appreciated.” 

“Eh, where’s the fun in that?” 

Giving her a playful glare, you take another sip. It was a good drink, you had to admit. But it was also a very strong drink. Still, it didn’t leave your lips as you turned your head towards the entrance, as if sensing who was walking through. 

Hangman smiles at you as he heads over, accepting the beer that Coyote hands him. He cocks his head towards you with a wink as he brings the bottle to his mouth. You inhale sharply, opting to chugging your drink in order to not give away what you’re thinking. 

“Are you trying to get drunk?” Rooster asks as he looks at you from where he sits next to Phoenix. You cough a little as you bring down the now empty cup, “Maybe... or maybe Phoenix just knows how to order a good drink.”

Phoenix smiles at you before turning to Rooster, “See? You just have no taste.” 

Rooster’s mouth falls open, “That’s just not true.” 

You roll your eyes at the pair before making your way over to the bar, the rest of the bickering fading away. You order a rum and coke, leaning on the bar as you wait. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hangman head over, his bottle held lightly in his hand. Upon reaching you, he leans his arms on the bartop next to yours, “I have an idea.” He says, his voice low.

“Do tell.” You prompt, subconsciously leaning closer to him. He inhales deeply, “Keeping this a secret is proving to be difficult.” 

“It’s been two days.” 

He groans, “I know, but having to pretend like I don’t want to kiss that beautiful face of yours every time I see you is hard.” His face falls into a frown as he stares at you with that damned puppy-dog look. 

“Aw, poor baby.” You say, patting his cheek. He takes your hand in his and holds it to his chest, “Don’t do that to me, Darlin’. C’mon.” 

You raise in eyebrow at him, “What would you like me to do, then?” 

Hangman grins and inches closer until your faces are mere inches apart, “I have an idea.” 

“Yeah, just as you said before.” You note, shaking your head gently as a smile creeps onto your face. 

“But, you didn’t let me tell you before.” He says, his eyebrows raising expectantly. Rolling your eyes, you pat his chest, “I’m letting you now.”

He grins, “Ooh. Okay, so...” He leans over and whispers his plan into your ear. You chuckle lightly as you lean in to hear him better. His breath ghosts across your cheek as he finishes speaking. 

You smile at him once he’s pulled away, “That’s a fun idea.” 

“Yeah?” Hangman straightens out the hem of his shirt, “I thought so.” 

“Smart guy.” You nod before giving him a wink and walking away with your newly filled glass. 

Once you return to your spot beside Phoenix, she gives you a look, a glint in her eyes, “Have fun over there?” She asks, nodding over to Hangman. 

You lean back against the counter with a sigh, “The most.” She hums at your answer but you chose to ignore it in favor of watching Hangman pick up a pool stick. 

He looks over to you with a mischievous look in his eyes, “Care for a game, Artemis?”

“Sure,” You push yourself off of the counter and pick up a cue, “Just as long as you don’t get too butt hurt when you lose.” 

Hangman’s mouth falls open as he slaps his hand over his chest, “You wound me.” 

You shrug, “Not my fault you burn easy.” 

He hides the smile on his face by taking a drink, yet you still see it and it causes your heart to flutter. 

“So, will there be any stakes to the game?” Coyote asks as he hands Hangman a bit of pool chalk, who looks to you with a raised eyebrow, “Yeah, I was thinking of some.” 

“Of course you were,” You cross your arms, “Let’s get on with it, Bagman.”

“Hangman.” He corrects, “But, I’ll let you pass on that one.” 

He chuckles as he chalks up the end of his cue, “Alright. If you win, I’ll by your drinks from here on out.” 

You place your hand over your heart and breathe out, “Oh, I’m so relieved.” 

You nod, “And if you win?”

Hangman leans his hands on the pool table, “I get to kiss you.” 

A couple of oooh’s filter through the group, which only causes Hangman’s smile to grow. 

You cock your head to the side, “Is that so? Hardly seems fair.” 

“I think it sounds pretty fair, Darlin’.“ He states, holding his hand out for you to shake on the deal. You drum your fingers on the pool table for a moment before reaching over and grabbing his hand, “Game on.” 

Hangman smiles as you shake hands. You tighten your grip and pull him closer, squinting at him, “Rack ‘em.” 

His eyes flick to your lips before he pulls back, “Gladly.” 

Shortly after he sets up the balls, the game begins. The others around you begin placing bets on who’s going to win, to which you can only laugh. With the bets they’re making, someone is going home tonight with a hurting pocket. 

Much to Hangman’s dismay, you’re winning more than halfway through the game. As you line up one of your shots, you look over to him, “You sure you wanna buy all my drinks? I’ve been known to order some pretty pricey ones.” Your eyes don’t leave his while you take the shot. After hearing the sound of the balls landing in the pocket, you straighten up with a satisfied grin. 

Hangman’s eyebrows raise in surprise as he looks over the pool table. You can tell he’s impressed and it only makes you more confident in how the game will play out. 

Bending over the table, Hangman looks up at you, “I wouldn’t get too cocky, Artemis. There’s still time for me to come out on top, but don’t worry-” He lands his shot without ever taking his line of sight off of you, “I’ve been told that I’m a very good kisser.” 

Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head as you play into his words, despite knowing just how true they are, “Oh, I don’t doubt it.” 

Before he can say anything else, you’re leaning down to take your shot. You knock in three balls at once, landing you the win, “But, unfortunately for you it seems I won’t be on the list of people who have told you that.” 

Hangman stares at you, his mouth open in disbelief. 

The others around clap and holler as money gets handed out to the winners of the bet. You smile at Hangman and lean on your cue, your hands folded under your chin. 

He shakes his head and tosses his stick on the table, “I’ll be damned. It seems you’re not only a goddess in the air, but also one at pool.” 

You feel your heart flutter at his compliment, the simple nod to your callsign’s origin making you beam. Hangman steps forward and holds his hand out for you to shake, “You’re good at the game, Artemis.” 

You take his hand, “That’s not the only thing I’m good at.” And then you’re tugging him towards you and kissing him. Your arms drape behind his neck as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer to him. 

“I knew it!” Rooster shouts, causing you both to break apart as you laugh, your head falling against Hangman’s chest. 

“Fucking finally!” Coyote says, reaching over and shaking his friends shoulders. Hangman smiles at Coyote as he pulls you flush against him, his hand resting comfortably against your waist. 

Fanboy points between the two of you, “How long has this been going on?” He asks, his eyes wide with shock. 

“About two days.” Hangman answers simply, to which Fanboy’s jaw drops. 

“Would’ve been longer had you both not been blind idiots.” Rooster comments, earning him a slap on the arm from you, “How were we supposed to know?” You ask, a smile playing on your lips. 

Phoenix leans over, “Literally everyone else knew.” 

“Well, except Fanboy.” Payback interjects, jutting his thumb towards his backseater. The latter looks to his pilot, “You knew?” 

Payback shrugs, “Coyote told me.” 

With a gasp, Hangman points to Coyote, “Were you just telling everyone my secrets?”

Coyote shakes his head quickly, “Not everyone, Bob already knew.” 

“Bob?” Hangman asks, turning to the glasses wearing aviator. 

Bob holds his hands up in defense, “Artemis told me!” 

Hangman looks back to you, his eyes wide, “You told Bob?” 

“He’s my buddy!” You respond, before motioning to the other two beside you, “Phoenix and Rooster also knew that I liked you- even before I did.” 

“Same here.” Rooster says, and then shakes his head, “You usually pick up on things pretty fast, Artemis, but I’ve gotta say-”

“This is true.” Phoenix confirms with a nod of her head, “But I’m pretty sure I also figured out you both loved each other even before either of you did.” 

His words are cut off as you slap his arm again, “You don’t get to say anything.” 

Rooster just laughs as he backs off, his hands held up in surrender. 

“So...” Hangman starts, his thumb subconsciously rubbing along the hem of your shirt, “Everyone knew, basically. Except us.” 

“And Fanboy.” Payback says, laughter shaking his voice slightly. Fanboy runs his hands down his face and lets out a very distressed, “No one told me!” 

Laughter filters through the group, reminding you once more that while they all may be a pain in your ass sometimes, you still love them. You lean your head against Hangman’s shoulder as he places a kiss to your hairline. 

 After the initial shock of the revelation fades, the night passes quickly with a few more drinks and games of pool before eventually wrapping up. Once the others have gone their separate ways, you find yourself walking on the beach, hand in hand with Jake. 

Stars litter the sky as the moon shines down on you, casting your path across the shoreline in a soft white glow. Jake swings your arm slightly as you walk, his fingers interlaced tightly with yours. 

“I still can’t believe everyone else had it figured out before us.” You say, glancing over to Jake. 

He shrugs, a gentle smile tugging at his lips, “Well, you know what they say about love.” 

“Hm?” You hum, the water rushing around your ankles. 

“It blinds you!” Jake says before reaching over and covering you eyes with his hands. You laugh, the two of you stumbling through the damp sand as you grab onto his wrists and pull them away from you. 

He fixes his hold on your hand before spinning you until you’re facing him. With a smile, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. Jake pulls you close, the two of you swaying a bit as he rests his hands on your hips. 

“Well, I can finally see clearly now.” You say as you stare into his eyes, admiring how they reflect the moonlight. Jake leans forward and places a gentle kiss to your lips, “Yeah? What do you see.” 

You pull back, running your hand along his jaw and then down to his chest, “You.” 

You can see the flush of his cheeks as he smiles. Who knew it was so easy to make Jake Seresin blush. 

“I can finally see you, too.” He says softly. 

“Do I look good?” You ask, eyebrows raised ever so slightly. 

He laughs, the sound pure sweetness to your ears, “Mhm, very good.” He’s then pulling you closer and kissing you. His touch warms your heart as he reaches up and cups the side of your face in favor of deepening the kiss. 

“I love you.” You say, your voice barely a whisper against his lips. 

Jake pulls away just enough to see you, the look in his eyes melting you. He tucks a stray hand behind your ear before caressing your cheek, “I love you, Darlin’.” 

You smile, nothing but pure joy radiating through you. Jake pulls you closer as he kisses you once more, his hand firm on your back as he dips you. 

The happiness that you feel as he holds you makes you wonder what you were even so scared about in the first place. Nothing seems frightening when he’s by your side. 

Nothing at all. 

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A/n: This is just a lead up to something else I have planned for them :D I hope you all enjoyed and thank you for reading <3

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[myfaveficrecs]

Hope (1)

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: None for this part

AN: Here is part one of the baby mini-series that won the polls a little while back. Hope you guys enjoy!

Your sister called you in as frantic a state you had ever heard her in. Apparently, your brother-in-law, Brian, was working out of town in Texas and fell from a roof, landing himself in the hospital. Thankfully he would be okay, just a broken leg and some bruised ribs but she needed to fly out to be with him. Since you were the only relative within a few hours, she needed you to watch her kids. You loved your nieces and nephew, honestly, you just weren’t very confident in your nurturing abilities. You never gave yourself a chance to wonder about yourself as a mother because you knew you wouldn’t have that.  

Your husband, Jake, was a naval aviator and the constant deployments and the amount of danger he found himself in as part of his occupation made you both uneasy. You have been together for 7 years, and you loved Jake and your life with him. But the idea of children was something you had long given up any hope for as Jake had made it clear that he did not want to have children when you first started dating.  

After hanging up the phone with your sister with assurances that you would be at her house in the morning, you went straight to the garage to find your other half bent over his other baby for a change, a 1956 red and crème colored Chevy Bel Air that his grandfather had left him. Upon hearing your footsteps on the cement flooring, Jake stood up and looked at you over his shoulder. He smirked, pulling a rag from his back pocket to wipe the grease from his long, calloused fingers. You almost forgot why you came in here at the sight of him covered in grease and a light sheen of sweat, grey t-shirt clinging to his body in all the best ways. His biceps made the sleeves much tighter than the fabric could almost handle. His dark blue jeans showed off his powerful thick thighs.  

“Like what you see, sweetheart?”  

“More than you know.”  

You sauntered up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist while giving him a coy smile. You always got tingly in all the right places when he smelled like engine grease, jet fuel, and just Jake himself. It was something you couldn’t necessarily pinpoint but if you could bottle it up, you would; you’d make a fortune from it. Jake wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his nose into your hair, pressing kisses to the top of your head.  

“Before you make me forget why I came in here, I have a favor to ask.” You pulled your face away from his chest to look in his eyes, lifting an eyebrow to put some levity into your request. You didn’t think Jake would be excited to go with you and you were expecting a little bit of a fight.  

“Oh yeah? Something you need from me, baby girl?” Jake’s smirk was enough to make you laugh, knowing his thoughts were in the bedroom, or possibly the back seat right now. You wrapped your arms around his neck to play with the hair at the nape and started to leave chaste little kisses all over his face while speaking in a sultry tone.  

“How about, you and I, take an extended weekend away, and you can help me, maybe, watch my sister’s kids while she sees her husband in the hospital?”  

Jake quickly pulled your head back by gently tugging your hair at the root and the look on his face surprised you. He was smiling. He wasn’t smirking, he wasn’t laughing, and he wasn’t appalled at the idea of spending some of his leave time taking care of the kids.  

“You must be truly desperate to come to me for help, sweetheart.”  

“Please? I would feel better if you were there. The kids love you, and you’re great with them. Besides, do you really want to be away from me for that long?” You hoped batting your lashes would have the same effect as it did when you wanted the pool installed last year. 

“How can I say no to that face? When do we leave?” Your surprise at his immediate approval quickly wore off, in time for you to reply.  

“I told her we would be there in the morning; her flight is at 8 so we should probably be there around 6.”  

“We can do that. What happened to Brian? Is he okay?”  

“Fell off a roof on that construction job he took in Texas. He’s ok, just broke his leg and bruised some ribs but she needs to go get him and bring him home. They think he might need surgery first though.”  

“Alright, well, I’ll finish up here, and you pack us a bag and we can go to bed early, ya know, so we can make sure to get plenty of rest.” Jake said while wiggling his eyebrows, making you laugh and playfully smack his chest while walking away from him.  

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The drive was great, despite the early time. You were not a morning person by Jake was by default. He sang along softly to the radio while enjoying a thermos of coffee which lasted the 2 hour and 45-minute drive to LA. Pulling into your sister’s driveway, you were immediately embraced as soon as you opened the car door by two rambunctious and happy children. “Auntie Y/N!! You brought Uncle Jake!” Then you were completely forgotten in favor of their favorite Uncle.  

Jake laughed happily, toting both Madison and Andrew to the back of the car before you shooed them away with a laugh, grabbing your bags out of the trunk. You loved how at ease he was with them. He seemed to let down every guard he held up and let his inner child out when he was around the kids. It was a beautiful thing to witness. Madison gladly held onto his neck while sitting on his hip, Andrew getting the piggyback ride he always loved because “Uncle Jake is a giant!”  

Andrew was the oldest at 6 years old while Madison was now 4. Both children had dark brown hair and freckles along their noses. You would think they were twins if it weren’t for their ages and their eye colors. Andrew had a beautiful blue that almost looked gunmetal grey. Madison had eyes that almost looked teal with just the right amounts of blue and green mixed together. The 4-month-old baby, Jamie, you had a feeling was going to be the problem child. She already gave your sister so much grief and you loved every second of it.  

Stepping into the house, Jake quickly fled into the living room while the kids pulled him to the couch to finish watching The Fox and the Hound with them. Your sister greeted you with a quick hug, looking frantic while trying to make sure she had everything packed and her plane ticket in hand before the cab could pull into the driveway for her to leave. The kids were unaware that their father was injured and would be coming home early as a result. Your sister wanted to keep them from worrying as long as possible.  

“I’ll call you when I land and after I get to the hospital. Phone numbers are on the fridge, along with the preferred foods. Jamie is asleep in the bassinet; the monitor is beside the couch. Bedtime is 8:30 and- “  

“I know Amy. Relax, we will be fine. Besides, I’m the aunt, feeding them junk food and loving them until they are spoiled rotten is what we do best.” You gave her a sarcastic grin while pushing her towards the door. “C’mon kids, come say bye to Mommy!” The pitter patter of four little feet, which sounded more like a herd of elephants met you both at the front door, tackling their mother in a group hug and being smothered in kisses with reassurances of calls and how much they would be missed. The whole scene made you smile fondly.  

Jake wrapped his arms from around you, leaning his chin on your shoulder with a smile mirroring your own. “Be safe Amy, have a good trip.”  

Your sister gave him a smile and looked back and forth between the pair of you with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “You know, when are the two of you going to give me a niece or nephew? Don’t you think it’s about time you had a little one running around?”  

While you started laughing, Jake quickly looked at you and gave an uncomfortable smile. Amy quickly joined your laughter before leaving out the front door with a wave. The kids rushed to the front living room bay window to wave goodbye to her one last time and to see her off.  

“Sorry about that, you know how she gets.” You said while turning in his arms, rubbing your hands up and down his back to try to reassure him that it wasn’t something that you expected him to fulfill anymore. He tightened his arms around you while taking a quick peek at your niece and nephew with a fond smile on his face.  

“I don’t know, I think we could try it. Now we’ve got the house and I’ve got a permanent station. I mean, it’s the best time to try. I’ve always wanted a kid with you, I just didn’t think it was something we’d ever get.”  

“Now, it seems like it could really happen. You’re great with kids so I know you’ll be amazing with ours. They’re going to have awesome aunts and uncles. You’ll teach me how to be a good Dad. I know mine wasn’t the best example, but I know what I don’t want to do.” Jake gave you the biggest shit eating grin he could muster and looked over your facial features. Once he noticed your shock, his features softened to the loving gaze he saved just for you. You were frozen at his confession, and in true Jake fashion he knew you needed a moment to process your thoughts. Giving you one last squeeze and a sweet and short kiss to your lips, he rejoined the kids watching the movie, squeezing in between them and snuggling with them under the large brown blanket from the back of the couch while they laid into both of his sides, his arms wrapped tightly around them.

Staring at the beautiful scene in front of you, you finally started to allow yourself to hope for a family of your own with the love of your life. Your smile was contagious as he looked over at you and winked. Maybe you would get your dream after all. 

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@almostgenerallyalways  

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@endofdays56 

@princessphilly 

@wolfmoonmusic 

@phoenix1388 

@wintercap89 

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[ssprayberrythings]

christmas mini series in progress

hello !! <3

im new to the side of tumblr of writing for your faves so bare with me but i've been working on a 'jake seresin x reader' christmas mini series that im planning on publishing hopefully within the next couple of days !!

i was wondering though if anyone had any tips regarding creating a visually pleasing masterlist and organizing your account where it's easy to find what you post !!

also if anyone has any tips regarding anything else, please feel free to share or submit in my ask box! i've been on tumblr for years now however this is a new element im stepping into so im open to any tips and/or suggestions !!

thanks so much, can't wait to share what i've been working on and hopefully others enjoy reading it as much as i've enjoyed writing it !

#jake seresin #jake sersin series coming #hangman x reader #top gun maverick #new writer #jake seresin x reader #glen powell #christmas mini series coming yay

[seresinhangmanjake]

Fic Rec Masterlist

As requested, here is the list of all the fics recommended for my road trip :) Thank you to everyone who sent them in!

*if I missed any, let me know*

Many of these are 18+ and please read any warnings

Jake "Hangman" Seresin:

Damn Those Dog tags - @horseshoegirl (series)

Don't Hang'em Til Noon - @sailor-aviator (series)

If You Please - @the-authoress-writes (one-shot)

This is Only Temporary - @lenafromthenordiccoven (mini-series)

The Backup - @ereardon (series; in progress)

Snowed In - @ereardon (mini-series)

Sleepy Baby - @discount-shades (series)

Contract Spouse - @discount-shades (series)

Dead or Alive - @discount-shades (series)

Fuck: The Universe - @roosterbruiser (series)

Snitches Get Stitches - @goldenseresinretriever (series)

Oh, Deer - @wkndwlff (one-shot)

She Blinded Me with Science - @wkndwlff (one-shot)

Pulled Strings - @missathlete31 (one-shot)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw:

it's a slow build, baby, until afterburn - @callsign-madusa (series)

Terms of Endearment - @ohtobeleah (series)

The Actress and The Aviator - @greenorangevioletgrass (series)

That Summer - @ereardon (series)

Golden Hour - @ereardon (series; also with Bob; in progress)

Cruel Summer - @roosterbruiser (series; with Jake)

Cardinal Rule - @mamachasesmayhem (series; in progress)

Heavy is the Head - @mamachasesmayhem (series; in progress)

Honeyverse - @mamachasesmayhem (series)

Je te Laisserai Des Mots - @jupitercomet (series)

How You Play the Game - @roosterforme (series)

The Boyfriend Experience - @notroosterbradshaw (series)

Sunday Scaries - @wkndwlff (one-shot)

Bottoms Up - @wkndwlff (one-shot)

Ao3:

Wingmen - TheDarkSeaofSecrets

My Brother's Best Friend - Lyndun407

The Mission - Lyndun407

Recommended Masterlists:

Masterlist - @roosterforme

Masterlist - @wkndwlff

Masterlist - @bobfloydsbabe

Masterlist - @demxters

Masterlist - @hangmanssunnies

Masterlist - @top-hhun

@talkfastromance4

Masterlist - @callsign-phoenix

Masterlist - @kryptonitejelly

Masterlist - @callsigndragon

@callsignlucky

Masterlist - @jupitercomet

Masterlist - @beyondthesefourwalls

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[honkytonk-hangman]

Line of Sight

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

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Summary: You're almost certain that Jake Seresin could care less about you, that is, until you're in a tight spot and the one guy you assume will hang you out to dry, instead comes to your rescue.

Warnings: language, creepy club dudes, hangman being a little cold but actually he's just shyyyyyy

Notes: this is for @ussgallifrey who let me bang on about the feelings this man has given me <3 honestly this might turn into a mini-series because i havent even begun to resolve all my emotions about this whole vibe yet

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“Wait, is that Rooster?” you frown, trying to duck your head to see around the crowd of people at the club bar, your straw falling away from your lips as you do. “And Payback, and–” you cut yourself off, now certain of who and what you were seeing, and turn to look accusingly at your companions. Next to you, Phoenix follows your line of sight, but shrugs, seemingly unbothered about the impromptu appearance of the rest of Dagger Squad. Across from you, Halo winces guiltily, and lowers her brightly coloured cocktail away from her face.

“I may have mentioned our little soiree, and extended the invitation…” she admits, before hurriedly placing down her drink altogether and lifting her hands in a surrendering motion. “Look, in my defence, we’re all friends, and whatever you think about Hangman–”

“–It’s not what I think, Cal! It’s him who clearly doesn’t think much about me!” you stress, a little frustrated that your carefree girls night was now going to end up like all the other weekend nights you’ve had since befriending Dagger.

You loved Dagger, you really really did. They had welcomed you unofficially into the squad with open arms after Phoenix and Bob had adopted you one night at the Hard Deck. You’d been stood up, then dumped unceremoniously, and after crying off all your makeup in the bathroom, you’d been comforted by Nat, who had then introduced you to all her friends, all of whom seemed to dedicate the rest of their night to cheering you up. 

It was funny now to think that that was how this all started, but soon enough you were close with all of them. Well, almost all of them.

Hangman had been nice enough that first night, but after that it seemed as though he could care less about your presence at all. He wasn’t ever actively rude or mean to you, not at all, instead it was like you were just perpetually a stranger. Him snarking at you would be a step up, in your opinion. At least then you’d feel like he saw you as a friend, but as it stands now, his tight smiles and quiet chortles felt like a slap in the face compared to the mega-watt grins and regular peacockish behaviour he’d display with his other friends.

You hate yourself a little that it affects you so much. You know it shouldn’t, but you can’t help it. You liked Hangman. Although a little prideful and pricklish, you could see yourself getting along with him quite well, could exchange banter with him nicely, if he’d ever actually give you a chance. It certainly didn’t help that you weren’t immune to the way he looked, perfect in every single sense, smoulderingly hot even when he wasn’t trying. He was exactly your type, right down to a T, including, you suppose, the fact that he didn’t want you at all.

It had been bothering you more and more recently, and where once you would just shrug him off, now you realise, you’ve been actively avoiding hanging out with your friends, just to sidestep the kick in the guts that came every time he fixed you with a level, seemingly emotionless pity-smile. This week would mark one year since the night you’d been dumped and subsequently picked up again, and if you’d thought about it for longer than five seconds, you’d have agreed with Halo that you should have been celebrating with all your friends.

Phoenix easily waves down the boys, and soon enough your tall standing table is filled out with the rest of the team, and you let yourself relax for a moment as you accept several hugs, the longest of which is with Javy, who shakes you a little as he does, before he reaches for your drink and finishes it off in one.

“Happy one year, bay-bay!” he announces cheekily in the face of your protest, and you playfully swat him away. Coyote relents, but leans back just enough, with his mouth open, and you roll your eyes, before plucking the maraschino cherry from your now empty glass and placing it between his teeth.

The display is enough to make you laugh genuinely, and you watch with a far more relaxed and happy grin as Javy pushes back from the table, pointing at you, Phoenix and Halo.

“Another?” he asks, quickly gathering everyone’s orders and announcing the first round was on him as he disappears toward the bar. Unfortunately, that is when you realise his empty spot at the table is stepped into by someone else, and despite yourself, you can’t help but look.

If you hadn't known that he’d only just arrived, you might have fooled yourself into thinking Hangman been here all along, with how natural he looks leaning with one arm against the table, his eyes scanning the club behind you over your head as you take him in.

You refrain from cursing at just how good he looks in civvies. It was rare you’d see him in anything aside from either his flight suit or his tan uniform, and you’re fairly certain the only other time you had was at one of Dagger’s many beach parties, where he’d been barely dressed at all. Now though, Hangman is filling out a pair of dark wash jeans and a silk jade-green button down like nobody's business, his hair for once not slicked back and styled for work, and he has what you can only assume must be several days worth of stubble.

He looks goddamn good, and you almost vibrate all the way across the room because of it.

Bright green eyes suddenly lock on to yours, and you most hope he calls you out for staring, teases you relentlessly, but after a moment, he simply nods at you, and turns inward to the table.

“You look great,” he says simply, and after letting out a quiet sigh, you choose not to let this ruin your night.

“Thanks, so do you,” you reply, maybe a little sadder sounding than you intended. Hangman glances back over at you and your heart skips just a little when he lifts his chin at you.

“Same dress you were wearing the night that asshole dumped you, right?” His voice holds slightly more humorous inflection than usual and you hate yourself a little bit more for living for the crumbs he gives you.

“Yeah. figured it was thematic or whatever. Look at me now, and all that,” you wave a hand, and really try hard not to sound so glum this time, but you’re not sure it works. Hangman cocks his head, and you swear you see a playful glint spark in his eyes just as he opens his mouth, but unfortunately you never get to hear what he has to say, because Javy chooses that moment to reappear, placing down an armful of drinks and beers right between you.

With the reappearance of his friend, Hangman seems to go back to ignoring you, and you go back to pretending that it doesn’t bother you.

—

Five minutes ago you had been dancing wildly and laughing with Rooster and Phoenix, three drinks down and getting your giggle on. Now though, you’d managed to lose both your friends in the crowd, which had been okay at first, you weren’t exactly a wallflower and didn’t mind getting your flirt on with a stranger or two, but now, you were wishing hard that at any moment either Rooster or Phoenix might show back up again and save you.

While you weren’t a wallflower, you also weren’t anywhere near as cock-sure as Halo or Phoenix, you weren’t the type of girl who felt comfortable stamping on a creep’s foot and telling him to fuck off and that you weren’t interested.

Which is exactly what you wanted to do right now.

You were trying to be polite still, for some reason, but the drinks in your system prevent you from really reacting as necessary, even as you attempt to move the hands of the guy you're dancing with back to your hips and away from your ass.

“Hey, look, I’m going to get a drink!” you yell over the music, trying to extract yourself from this guy, but just as your luck would have it, he nods happily and makes to move with you, his hands still trying to feel you up.

You move anyway, hoping that at least you might be able to lose him in the crowd, but your new shadow seems determined to stick with you. You really don’t know at this point how to shake him, and as a last resort, you desperately begin scanning the edges of the crowd for any of your friends, so you can try and make eyes for them to bail you out.

Strangely, all your friends seem to have disappeared from the table you’d left them at, even Rooster and Phoenix are nowhere in sight, but you do catch sight of something familiar toward the bar. For once you don’t dread the sight of Hangman and his expressionless gaze, and for once, you attempt to maintain eye contact with him as he glances almost dismissively over at you.

Maybe it’s the look on your face that causes him to doubletake back at you when he briefly looks away, but whatever it is, you’re glad for it, because the next thing you know, the blond is frowning at you, his eyes flickering between you and your unwanted companion. You watch as he straightens up from leaning against the bar, his face filled with the kind of determination that you had only seen on him during the more heated rounds of pool at the Hard Deck.

You could almost let out a cry of joy when he pushes away from the bar and begins beelining towards you, seemingly making sure that he doesn’t lose sight of you even despite the throng of people that he has to weave in and out of. When he’s only a few metres away, his expression shifts from almost angry, into an easy cocky smile that he’s never directed toward you before. It nearly throws you off step, but even if it had, it wouldn’t have been an issue. In a few short strides, Hangman is in front of you, his arm smoothly slung around your shoulder and he uses it to tug you a few steps into his side, and away from your prior dance partner.

“There you are,” he says sweetly, actually sounding glad to see you for once. In your sheer relief at his rescue, you let your hand fall to his chest, your fingertips gliding over the soft silk of his shirt, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. You blink up, mouth open to utter a soft thank you, and get ready to excuse yourself from the other man’s company, but a tugging at your hand cuts you off.

“Uh, I thought we were getting a drink,” the other guy interrupts, looking accusingly between you and Hangman. The blond barely even looks at him, an insult you know well, before he’s focused back on you, and arm around your shoulder pulling you even closer into him, and forcing your dance partner to release you.

“I’ll take it from here,” Hangman says to him, though he’s gazing at you, doing a damn convincing job of seeming lovesick. “You thirsty, sweetheart?” he adds as he begins to turn you, lead you away from the scene, and you find yourself embarrassingly speechless, only able to nod at for once being on the receiving end of Hangman’s notorious charm.

“Whatever, just so you know man, she didn’t say she was taken,” you hear from behind you. 

“She shouldn’t have to.” Hangman doesn’t even stop moving as he turns his head to shoot back, though his voice is filled with more annoyance than you’ve ever heard from him before. You could almost trick yourself into thinking he was actually mad on your behalf.

“Fucking slut.” The words are just loud enough for the both of you to hear, and even though you tense up at the accusation, you expect the both of you to keep moving, at least until you’re away from this guy. That doesn’t happen though. Hangman does stop this time, though unlike before, you don’t see a trace of anger on his face. Instead, he takes a step back toward the other man, his arm dropping from your shoulders to wrap snugly around your waist. He smiles wide and full, completely infuriatingly, and you see him size up the creep, look him deliberately up and down before he tips his head and opens his mouth.

“And yet, she’s still not going to fuck you,” he stays smiling, wide and cheshire-like. You feel yourself drop into a pool of complete and utter enamour with him, as at last he pulls you away again, leaving your unwanted partner behind, mouthing dumbly at the killer of a takedown he’d just endured, now totally forgotten by the both of you.

You’re still recovering from the utter annihilation when you finally reach the bar, and at last Hangman lets his hold on you drop, and he comes to stand next to you at the bar. He’s still grinning, though it looks like it's to himself, but it widens ever so slightly when he glances down at you while motioning for the bartender. He orders himself another beer, and the same cocktail Javy had stolen from you earlier before you’re finally able to get your thoughts straight again.

“Thanks for that,” you say, nodding towards the dance floor. Hangman looks almost surprised for a few seconds before he shrugs and pays the waiting barman.

“S’nothing.” he waves you off, but fixes you again with a slight frown moments later. “Are you alright? You looked pretty upset when you were trying to shake him.”

You think this might be the most genuine emotion the man has ever shown you, and you’re too far gone to question why, for now you simply want to bask in it.

“I’m no good at telling guys to piss off. Mostly they get the hint, but sometimes… that’s why I always stick with Phoenix or Halo,” you explain a little bashfully. You know how confrontational Hangman can be, you’d seen it for yourself tonight, so you know he likely sees your lack of assertiveness as some kind of weakness. Maybe that was why he didn’t like you?

Hangman frowns again, deeply this time, and hands you your drink. For a while he doesn't say anything, but it makes you anxious the way he doesn’t stop staring at you even as he takes a good long drink of his beer. After a moment he relaxes somewhat and glances away. You’re hoping maybe he’ll drop it, or maybe some of your friends will come along and spare you whatever comes next, but he doesn’t, and they don’t.

Hangman points back toward the dance floor with his beer hand and fixes you with a hard, intent stare.

“You feel like that again, you come find me, alright? I’ll tell them where they can go,” the blond tells you firmly, making you blink and splutter, but he holds up his hand and waves you off before you can deny him.

“Halo doesn’t always come out with us, and Phoenix and Rooster are currently eating face, so,” he takes half a step toward you and leans lower into your space, almost making you stumble back. “Next time,” he slings his arm across your shoulder again and grins almost maniacally. “Let Hangman sort them out for you.”

For the first time you really feel like perhaps Hangman is warming up to you. No longer were you feeding off the crumbs of attention, now you see the man revel in your sputtering embarrassment, fully teasing you like you’d wish he would for the past year. You were in his sights now, and you feel your whole body trill with satisfaction.

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[kryptonitejelly]

Grease & Tequila - a Flyboy One-shot

Top Gun: Maverick - Jake Seresin x Reader - part of the Flyboy!Universe

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader

Genre: romance; fluff; angst; best friends to lovers

Warnings:  general hangman being hangman; sexual tension; general cursing; will contain mentions of a break up / previous relationship; general use of pet names; fem!reader; pining; general naval / flying inaccuracies; alcohol; being drunk.

Length: One-shot

Summary: Set 5 months pre the Flyboy!era. The one where Jake gets the call that you and Dan have broken up and he has to be on the next plane to New York, now.

Flyboy | Mini-Series Masterlist

(not fully updated as of today, but if you follow / search the tag “flyboy universe” / “flyboy” / “flyboy fic” / “flyboy!jake” on my tumblr you’ll find recent asks / headcannons / blurbs!)

A/N: It’s been a while, and this isn’t all that exciting, but I think it definitely (I hope) sets the scene for Flyboy and helps everything click into place.

DISCLAIMER: all work posted here is purely fanfiction; it does not in any way purport to be an accurate representation of real life or the general workings of any institution.

“Lieutenant,” Admiral Craig’s voice booms out as Jake opens the door to his office. The Admiral waits for Jake to shut the door completely before he starts up again, “I got your last minute absence request.”

“That is correct, Sir,” Jake nods, as he comes to a stand in front of the Admiral’s desk. He stands with his feet hip width apart, hands behind his back, eyes meeting the older man’s.

“Everything okay?” The Admiral asks, his gaze steady on Jake’s. It was rare for a last minute absence request to come across his desk, which meant that when they did - it was usually pressing.

“Just something I need to attend to, Sir.” Jake responds, his mask not slipping, but the Admiral hears the weight behind his words. There is a silence pause between the two men, before the Admiral picks up his pen, signing the bottom of the two sheets of paper before him with a flourish. He was never one to refuse these requests as long as he deemed them legitimate, but he made it a point of looking the requestor in the eye to make his own assessment of the situation before approving them. He didn’t need to know the why, unless it was volunteered by the requestor him/herself, but he needed to know that it wasn’t being abused and Jake Seresin, for all his ego and cockiness, was a dedicated solider. He wouldn’t ask, unless it was absolutely necessary.

“Approved,” the Admiral says simply before passing one of the sheets to Jake. Jake’s mask doesn’t crack, but the Admiral sees a twitch of relief as Jake remembers how to breathe, “Godspeed.”

“Thank you Sir.”

-

Jake shifts irritably in his seat as he waits for boarding to be complete. He had reached out to Grandma Doris’ personal assistant once he had gotten off the phone with you, even before he had submitted his flight request, his text to her was just one sentence, twelve words long - I need to be on the next flight to New York, please. He usually would not have bothered her, but this - this was a pressing situation, he just had to get on that plane. She had, the blessing that she was, gotten hold of two flight options for him, the next flight to New York, and the next next as a backup, both in first class no less, with a simple request to let her know when he needed a flight ticket back from New York.

“May I offer you a hot towel, Mr Seresin?” The stewardess stops beside his seat. Jake shakes his head, offering her a polite half smile.

“No thank you.”

“How about some nuts, or maybe a drink?” She tries again.

“How long more do you think it’ll be till take-off?” Jake’s question is abrupt and she is quiet for a second, slightly taken a back. He isn’t rude, but is, obviously antsy.

“I think another twenty minutes Mr Seresin,” she says as she follows his gaze out of the window.

“Thanks,” is all she gets from Jake as he continues to stare out of the window beside him as if willing take-off to come faster.

-

“Anything else?” The cashier of the fried chicken shop just around the corner from your apartment building asks Jake as he rings up the total on the till.

“That’s all, thanks.” Jake says as he slides his card out of his wallet before tapping it against the screen of the payment machine which is proffered to him.

“Here’s your receipt, please wait on the right.” Jake slides his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans before stepping towards the right. The tequila which he had picked up on his way out of the airport is in his backpack, the shape of the bottle pressed against his back, a reminder that he was just that much closer to what he came to New York for.

-

The ride up the elevators to your apartment is excruciatingly slow, and Jake taps his foot against the ground the whole way up. He hadn’t had to buzz you to let him up, managing instead to catch a couple on their way out and slip into the building - something which he made a mental note of in the back of his mind - perhaps it was time to convince you to move to somewhere with a doorman or concierge for increased safety.

The bottle of tequila is now in one of his hands, and the bag of greasy fried chicken and fries in his other - his remedy for your broken heart. Alcohol, fast food, and well, him. His eyes are fixed on the flashing red numbers as if willing the elevator to go faster. It stops with a ding, and Jake all but runs out.

-

He hears you before he sees you, hears faint noises and shuffling, the unlocking of a separate bolt and a lock before you pull open the door an inch to peer out past the safety chain. His eyes meet yours, and sees your eyes, glassy and red rimmed, no doubt from crying meet yours. The doors shuts fully for a second or two as you undo the safety chain before it is pulled open fully.

Jake takes you in the second the open door reveals you - the red tip of your noise, hair on top of your head in a loose, messy up do, body clad in an oversized t shirt and a pair of loose sweatpants and he feels a funny tug in his chest.

“I thought you might need this,” he says as he holds up the items in his hands. You hold his gaze for a second more, and then it happens, the glossiness in your eyes turn into tears which spill over onto your cheeks as you take a step forward, throwing your arms around Jake’s body, burying your face in his chest. Jake hears, but also feels the sobs that wrack your body against his front and he is quite sure that in that moment, the tug in his chest feels like a earth shattering crack.

“I got you,” he says gruffly, bringing both his hands down around you, while still holding onto both items. His words only intensify the sobs coming from you and all Jake can do is draw you closer.

-

“I’ve never liked him,” Jake snorts as he watches you down yet another shot of tequila. You are both sitting around the coffee table in the floor of your living room, greasy chicken and fries demolished, the open bottle of tequila three quarters gone - with more damage having been exacted on the bottle by you than by Jake. Jake isn’t drunk, but he definitely isn’t sober, which means that neither are you.

“He’s an asshole,” you half shout, your words slurring from the alcohol as you let your self sag backwards, leaning against the sofa before you let yourself droop sideways, your head coming to rest on Jake’s shoulder. Jake shifts, moving his arm around you. It allows you to scoot further into his side, your face turning slightly to rest against the side of his chest. You breathe in his scent, the faint smell of soap, laundry detergent and airplane along with his own natural musk, which wraps around you like home, and you feel Jake’s fingers running themselves soothingly along your arm..

“Say the word, I’ll beat him to a pulp,” Jake says, dropping the side of his cheek against the top of your head, his finger squeezing the top of your arm gently. His tone is light, joking almost - but yet not really. Nevertheless, the thought of Dan facing off against Jake makes you chuckle lowly. Dan was no slob himself, he maintained a decent level of fitness - occasional runs, regular visits to the gym, but he might as well have been one compared to Jake. Dan worked out for aesthetics, but next to Jake, who had worked out for functionality all his life, football, the Navy, Dan paled greatly in comparison.

“He’ll never stand a chance,” you say, amused as you close your eyes. Your head has started to get impossibly heavy, your tongue feels thick from the copious amounts of alcohol running through your system, and you let your head rest heavier on Jake’s chest.

“That’s the idea,” is what Jake says and it makes you giggle this time as you sink yourself further into Jake’s hold, seeking out a comforting, physical closeness. Jake can feel yourself pressing into him.

“C’mere,” he mutters, as the arm he has around you tightens. You feel movement, and Jake is reaching across your body, managing to slip an arm under your legs to pull you onto his lap.

“Jake,” your protest is weak because you don’t put up an ounce of a fight, opting instead to shift along with him so that you are comfortably nested on his lap, your ear against his shoulder, tip of your nose just about brushing the side of his neck, “I’m not a child.”

“Mmm,” Jake simply hums in agreement with your words, both his arms coming to form a loose, protective cocoon around you.

You both sit in a comfortable silence, a haze of alcohol enveloping you both. Truth to be told, the break up, the serial cheating - it all hadn’t come as a surprise to you. You had suspected on many occasions, but it had been easier to ignore and live in denial than to face the truth after 3 years of being with the same person. It had broken you for many reasons, and it still hurt like hell to lose a constant presence with which you had spent the past 3 years with, but you weren’t all that sure it had broken your heart, not when your relationship had been fizzling out for a while and you’ve suspected for months.

“He wasn’t good enough for you, you know,” Jake says as he turns his head slightly, managing to plant a half kiss on the side of your temple.

“You say that with every break up,” you laugh dismissively, “that’s what best friends are supposed to say.”

Your words make Jake frown and he moves himself to move you, making you sit up sideways on his lap so that he can look you in the eye. Your are slightly elevated from being seated on his thigh, and you find yourself staring down, holding his gaze. You slide the palms of your hands past his shoulders to steady yourself.

“They were all not good enough for you,” is what he says, unwavering as he holds your gaze. From your sideways position, you can feel one of Jake’s hands sliding around your back, and coming to rest on your waist, and the other coming to rest loosely across your lap.

“Or maybe I wasn’t good enough for them,” you say with a rueful quirk of your lips, letting yourself drown in alcohol induced post break-up self pity. Your words only make Jake’s brows furrow together, a flash of irritating passing through his eyes. It makes him move the arm hanging across your lap up to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing the space just below your eye. You let yourself luxuriate in the warm against your cheek, leaning into his hold. You see Jake’s gaze dart from your eyes to your lips, but the fuzziness of your mind doesn’t let you overthink at just how intimate the moment between you both is.

“You are too good for all of them,” is what he says. You see a flash of something in Jake’s eyes, and perhaps if you were sober, it would have been something you could more accurately place, but you can’t.

“I want to go to bed,” you say, your exhaustion suddenly hitting you and you let your eyes close, weight of your head still balancing on Jake’s hand.

“Ok,” is all he says as his thumb continues to move gently across your skin.

“Come with me?” You say, your ask clear, you didn’t want to be alone - it was simple, nothing more, no innuendo and you knew that Jake would understand.

“Ok,” he repeats as he finally drops his arm from your cheek.

-

Jake has a hand behind his head, eyes fixed up on the ceiling of your bedroom. You had fallen asleep the moment your head hit the pillow, no doubt attributable to all the tequila you had ingested, but also a sure sign at just how exhausted you were. He had taken a quick shower, ridding himself of whatever traces of airplane he had left on him, before tugging on the pair of shirt and shorts he had brought along with him and, true to his word - gotten into bed with you. There was no way in hell was he allowing you to wake up alone.

He lets the soft hum of your snores wash over him, and Jake tilts his head down to watch the rise and fall of your body from where it is curled up beside him in a fetal position under the covers. You look at peace, finally - but he can see the sunken skin beneath your eyes, a tell tale sign that not all was well.

“Baby,” he sighs, murmuring to himself, the term of endearment slipping too naturally from his lips, as you shift, your body finding its way a few inches closer to him. He doesn’t hesitate, removing the arm from behind his head to caress the side of your cheek. Your snores stop, turning instead to an sleep exhale of content, and in that moment, it strengthens Jake’s resolve. He feels the gears shift in his brain and chest, feelings that he had kept at bay in the recesses of his mind and heart for months, years, coming to shore. He had spent the past 3 years watching you fumble your way around with Dan, and even more before that with different men that you had dated, but it was enough - fuck that. He was sick of watching them hurt you, breaking your heart when you deserved so, much, more. Jake wasn’t going to let that happen again. The next person you dated was going to be your last, the person you dated, was going to be him.

-

“Text me when you land,” you twist your fingers around, interlocking them with each other as you and Jake stand on the sidewalk outside your apartment, waiting for his car to pull up.

“I will,” he says while watching you twist your fingers together. You weren’t ready for him to leave, and neither was he - ready for himself to leave, but the days since his arrival on Thursday night had blown past, and Sunday had come too soon, “text me whenever you need,” he says as he extends an arm, pulling you sideways into him. His action makes you stumble slightly, and you reach out with a hand, to grab him around his waist.

“I will,” your response is a parrot of his. It had been a great past few days, once you had gotten over the hangover that hit you both, but you harder, on Friday morning. Jake had forced you out of the house for two whole days of everything and nothing - strolls around the city all while forcing you to thread your arm through his, making sure you filled your stomach with an assortment of food, watching bad television together in your apartment. He had filled your space with laughter, familiarity, and physical touch when you needed it most and you weren’t ready for him to leave.

“I’ll miss you,” he says, leaning sideways towards you to brush his lips against the top of your head. Jake lets his lips linger for a second or two, and you let your eyes close - letting yourself be vulnerable, enjoying the moment.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” you voice is soft, small almost, the truth of your words both a happy feeling for Jake, but also a stab to his heart.

“I wish I didn’t have to either,” he says gruffly, removing his lips from the top of your head to pull you into a bone crushing full frontal hug. He could see a car approaching from the end of the road, his time with you dwindling now to just mere seconds, “I’ll see you soon,” he says, a statement, not a question as you cling onto him in similar fashion.

“Soon,” you echo, a promise between you both.

-

“So how long are you leaving your girlfriend for?” The driver asks his question conversationally as he pulls away form the sidewalk. Jake’s gaze lingers on you as he raises a hand to wave goodbye. He sees you offer a lopsided smile and a similar wave of your hand.

“I don’t know,” he admits to the driver without much thought, not bothering to correct him. Jake keeps his gaze trained on you until he is no longer able to.

“Hopefully you’ll see her again soon,” is what the driver continues with conversationally, “she looks crushed that you’re leaving.”

“Yeah, hopefully,” is all Jake can say as he settle back into the seat of the cab, his mind far away, his heart still with you.

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Masterlist

I reached 1k followers! Ahhhh! And I thought, what better way to celebrate than to start a master list for my works? Not that I've been putting it off or anything XD

Requests: Open! But please be aware that I won’t be doing every request that is sent in. I can only do so many and I usually stick with ones that I vibe with (unless I’m looking for a challenge haha), so please don’t be disappointed if I don’t get to yours.

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Freefall Series (Tailspin & Altitude)

Tailspin (Complete)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Altitude (see under Rooster for chapters)

Ride of a Lifetime

There Are Rules (Ongoing)

Part 1: There Are Rules

Part 2: There Are Exceptions

Part 3: There Are Consequences

Part 4: There Are Circumstances

Part 5: There Are Limits

Part 6: Final Chapter

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Faking It (Complete)

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Show Me

Trying To Study

Movie Nights with Bradley Bradshaw

It Was Always You

No Sex with the Ex

Christmas On Deck

A Little Pinch

Truly, Madly, Deeply

The Zipper Incident

Doctor Doctor, Gimme The News

Rooster's Brood

Part 1

Part 2

The Making of Rooster's Brood

Drabble 1

Drabble 2

Princess Bradshaw

The Secret

Drabble 3

Drabble 4

Altitude (Ongoing)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Rooster’s Guide to the Great Outdoors (Ongoing)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Less Talk (Ongoing)

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX: Final Chapter

Practice Baby

Devil in Disguise

Never Meant To See You Again

Ex Appeal

Brother's Best Friend

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Extras

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4k Celebration Drabbles

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[cevansbaby-dove]

Cozy lovers

Pairing: Jake Hangman X Reader

Warnings: None just more fluff.

You woke up to see Jake smiling at you.

You smile and say. "hey hangman" He smiles toughing your shoulder. "Hey firefly" you lean over kissing his lips softly. then your phone buzzies. "shit" You said grabbing it and seeing a text from Natasha.

Nat-Hey y/n hope your ok Jake hasn't showed up for duty yet and we fly out in ten...he is not answering our texts or calls have you heard from him?

You look at Jake. "Your up hangman" He sighs looking at the ceiling. "duty calls" He sits up in bed and grabs his Navy suit and gets dressed.

You smile. "I get to stay in this cozy bed" Jake smiles at you. "See you later" he kisses you once more then you look at your phone. "See ya I love you"

"I love you too" He walks out and you smile looking at your phone.

Y/n-he's on his way I might have had him in bed with me.

Nat-oooo you baddie you SEXY baddie!

Y/n-what I love having make up sex it's so worth it.

Nat- 🤣 Over and OUT!

Y/n-oh Nat! I wanted to invite you all to dinner here at our home when you get back if your free.

Nat-yes i'll let the guys know talk later firefly

Y/n-over and out Phoenix 🫡

Later that day

Jake came home and got a shower and then walks into the kitchen where you are cooking up some dinner. "hi baby" he kisses your cheek and you smile. "Heyyy oh I have some peolpe coming over for dinner if that's ok"

Jake grabs a carrot taking a bite. "Sure" You smile and call up Nat. "Hey Jake said sure so are you guys on your way?" You nod. "Alright see you soon then" You hang up and Jake looks at you. "Who was that baby?"

"I invited The team over for a dinner party" Jake smiles. "even Rooster?"

"Did I say half the team?" you look at him. "behave Mister Seresin"

"yes Misses Seresin" He said under his breath. "What was that?" he looks at you. "Nothing Firefly" He walks to you and says. "Need help?"

"no I think it got it" You said as you copped up some cheese for the cracker tray.

Jake looks at you and says. "if he pisses me off-" You say. "You'll walk away without trying a full out brawl understood?" He nods. "yes ma'am"

The team arrive and Pete and penny show up too. "Hey you two wow nice place"

Nat and Javy are chatting when you walk into the living room in this dress.

You smile as you hug the crew. Jake looks at you from across the room.

He smiles when your eyes meet yours. You wave at him and he rooster says by Jake. "you going to ask her tonight?" Jake looks at rooster. "yes you know what to do"

Rooster nods. "Sure man" You are laughing and talking to many of jake's friends.

Rooster says. "Can I have everyone's attention please?" You look at Rooster and Jake has his hands in pockets and Rooster says. "Hangman thank you for being kind to me, i'm sorry I tired to punch you...please don't be rude"

Jake laughs and Nat looks at you and says in your ear. "You going to tell him?"

You look at her. "When he's not around so many people" She nods and Rooster says. "Firefly my dear. Jake Has to say something to you"

You look at Jake and he walks to you taking your soft hands in his. "Y/N, My firefly...my badass Girlfriend, these past two years have been the best of my damn life...I want to do life with you...forever"

He gets on one knee and holds a ring out. "Will you Become Misses Jake Seresin?" You smile and nod. "yes Jake YES!" He stands up and slips the ring on and kisses you softly and hug him and say in his ear. "I'm Pregnant"

Jake pulls away and says. "Son of a- your joking!" Nat smiles. "She's not" Jake hugs you soaking in the moment of you as his soon to be wife and his unborn child.

A/n:And that's the end of this mini series thank you for reading!!

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Opposites Attract 2- J. Seresin

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x shy female!reader word count: 5.6k (Issa long one) warnings: top gun shit, mentions of death, mentions of sexual themes, angsty synopsis: The day of the faithful uranium plant mission is upon us, who will return home to their loved ones, and who will not. part 1

a/n: I will probably be making Opposites Attract into a mini series! let me know what you would like to see in it! also request are still open!!

Hangman had never liked deployment day, and he grew to hate it even more when he met his wife. He hated having to leave his friends and belongings behind to spend months on end on an aircraft carrier in the middle of the ocean. When he was young and single, he loved it. He would almost volunteer for any chance to go out to sea, but that all changed when he met Y/N. The first time he ever left her was the hardest. Being in the middle of the ocean, no way to contact her, no way to hear her voice or see her. The only thing he had from her was a letter she had stuffed into his duffle bag when he wasn’t looking. He would read that letter every night to the point he had basically memorized it. The second his boots hit the ground in Coronado Island, he was running to go find her. 

The goodbyes never got easier, but the welcome homes did. Hangman could hardly keep himself contained as he would stand on near the edge of the aircraft carrier, as they would salute as they came into dock. He’d have to constantly remind himself not to run in his dress uniform, that the admirals and captains were watching him, but he would fail himself and take off running towards her. And She was always there, waiting for him. From just standing by herself, to supporting a growing baby bump, to holding a small child on her hip, Y/N never missed when Jake would come home off the ship. 

Now, Jake prayed he’d be able to have that moment again. 

Jake knew Phoenix had probably told Y/N a little more detail than what Jake was willing to give to her. But that night after putting Alex to bed, Jake walked into their shared bedroom and found her crying on the bed. His heart broke at the sight, and he moved to her quickly, wrapping her in his strong arms as she cried. 

“Please,” She hiccuped, “Please come home.” 

“I will do everything I possibly can to come home,” Jake said to her, and kissed her temple. 

That night Jake helped her unwind, knowing her mind was running a mile a minute. He drew her a bath, filled it with the lavender scented bubble soap she loved so much. He helped her undress and made sure to tell her how beautiful she was. He lit some candles he found lying around the house, and helped her get into the bath. Jake sat on the ground by the tub, holding her hand and answering any questions she may have about the mission to the best of his ability. 

“So you’ll still be gone for three days?” Y/N asked. 

“Yes, a day to get out there, the mission day, and a day to come home,” Jake answered. He knew he should’ve just told her about it to begin with instead of dancing around the details. 

“So this. . .mission, plan thing, you don’t know who’s actually going on it? Captain Mitchell hasn’t told anyone yet?” 

“No,” Jake sighed, “Kind of annoying too that we don’t know who’s flying with who yet. But there will be six of us, two foxtrot teams, two solo pilots.” 

“And the goal is to just fly in and blow up this plant thing and then fight these missile things and come home.” 

Jake smiled, he loved hearing her try to explain his job. Y/N had grown up around the Navy, her dad being a WSO prior. She knew a little bit more than the average person, but at the same time she didn’t want to know. She would rather live in a world where she didn’t need to know her husband was flying at supersonic speeds to destroy the enemy a hundred some feet above the pacific ocean in his own flying death trap. But, whenever she did talk about it, her face would light up with this sort of childlike innocence, that reminded him of Alex, and it would bring a smile to his perfectly chiseled face. 

“That’s the goal,” Jake nodded, “If everything goes well-” 

“You survive,” Y/N said, “But if it doesn’t. . . someone comes home with a flag draped over their body.” 

Jake looked down at their hands. It was times like these where Jake wished he could’ve found an easier calling in life, like a doctor or math teacher. Y/N had heard the screams of wives and mothers as they opened the door to see two naval officers in uniform. Or watched as an officer stepped off the ship first, carrying a perfect folded flag and walked over to one of the family members waiting. Y/N could remember her stomach dropping as she watched an officer walk directly towards her, folded flag in his white gloved hands. She felt like she was going to be sick as he handed the flag to the woman next to her. Y/N had to act quickly and hold her up as her knees gave out and she screamed so loudly, the sound would stay with Y/N forever. 

“Hey,” Jake said, and moved to wipe a tear falling from her eye, “Don’t think like that, okay. I know it’s scary, but I am flying with the best of the best. We will all do what we can to come home, that’s our main goal, is to come home.” Y/N sniffled and nodded, nuzzling into the warmth of Jake’s hand, “Now come on, before the water gets cold.” 

“No,” Y/N pouted, “I wanna stay here forever!” 

“You’re like Alex,” Jake laughed, “Come on, sweetheart, can’t have you turning all wrinkly on me.” 

“Would you still love me if I was?” 

“Sweetheart, I will always love you, even when we are both old and wrinkly,” Jake smiled and leaned in to kiss her soft pink lips. 

That night Jake held her close, neither one bothered to wear anything to bed, sleeping completely naked. Y/N used to shy away whenever Jake would look at her body. She would cover herself up, or make him close his eyes and turn around. The first time Jake had ever seen her completely naked, he just wanted to stare at her for hours. She was perfect, every single thing about her. Jake took his time memorizing her curves and lines, telling her how perfect she was. She slowly got more comfortable with being nude around him and letting him see her. Jake about creamed his pants the first time she ever walked over in lingerie. He had no idea she could be such a minx. But now, it was almost second nature for them to sleep somewhat, if not completely nude, wrapped in each other's arms, feeling each other in their most vulnerable state. 

When the sun came up the next day, the two of them fell in sync getting each other ready for a busy day. Y/N and Jake both made breakfast, as Y/N prepared lunch for him to take. Jake also got Alex up too, the little boy only seemed to be happy waking up when it was Jake who got him out of bed. Y/N smiled at her two boys as Jake walked in carrying him on his hip. 

“Morning, love,” Y/N said and kissed his cheek, “We got a fun day planned. Penny is going to take us sailing!” 

“Penny?” Jake asked, looking at her, “Since when do you talk to Penny?” 

“Since she told me about the farmers market when I was at the grocery store the other day,” Y/N shrugged and went back to making Jake’s lunch. 

Jake nodded and kissed Alex’s temple before setting him down, only for him to run straight to Y/N. Jake was happy that Y/N was slowly breaking out of her shell. He worried about her when he was gone on missions or detachments like this one. She was shy, and tends to stick to herself. He remembered some of the hard phone calls when Alex was a newborn. Y/N would break down and beg for Jake to come home, or even threaten to leave and move back to San Diego to be closer to her family. She felt alone, she had no one there in Lemoore. But overtime, she had taught herself how to ask for help when she needed it and found solace in some of the older navy wives in their neighborhood. Now, being down in San Diego for the time being, she had found a friendship in the local bar owner. 

It made Jake happy, knowing that if something were to happen while he was gone, Y/N wouldn’t be alone while planning his funeral. The last thing he ever wanted to do was leave her alone to have to plan his funeral on her own. He had taken the precaution, and written down most of what he wanted. All the details, including his will and letters to his family were tucked away in a manila envelope that usually sat in the bottom of his desk at home. But for this mission, he had taken it with him, and it sat in the bottom of her suitcase. 

The days went and faded into the next. Jake spent as much time as he could with Y/N and Alex. And the rest of the squadron seemed to want to spend time with the two of them as well. They had become a small family in the matter of two weeks, all of them knowing the weight of the situation at hand. Y/N had even opened her home to them the night of Admiral Kazansky’s funeral, letting them drink and eat their sorrows away. She had only met the Admiral once, when she was young and her dad was still in the service. 

Alex had made new friends, calling them Uncle Bob, Uncle Rooster (much to Hangman’s dismay), and Aunt Phoenix. Jake had even gotten both Alex and Y/N on base one day so Alex could see some real planes take off and land. The little boy would not stop talking about how cool it was to see Maverick fly over them upside down. Y/N almost had a heart attack when Jake came home telling her that Bob and Phoenix had to make an emergency ejection. She insisted on inviting them over for a meal and sending them home with plenty of leftovers and homemade cookies. 

The dread morning of the mission, Jake didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to pack his duffle bag, or zip up his flight suit, or put his boots on, or shave his face. He wanted to lay in bed and hold his wife close to his chest. But, he woke up to a cold bed, and his wife was not by his side. Jake pushed himself out of bed, scanning the dark room. The sun hadn’t even risen yet, so he was very confused where his wife was. She was not a morning person, no matter how many early mornings she had with Jake, going to drop him off or pick him up, she hated mornings. 

Jake shuffled down the dark hallway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he made his way to the room his son was in. His heart broke at the sight in front of him. Y/N holding Alex in her arms, rocking him as he sniffled against her chest. The soft glow of the lamp showed the little boy’s red nose and eyes, and his blonde hair sticking to his forehead. He looked like he was sweating but he was shaking as Y/N pulled him in closer and adjusted the blanket on him. 

“Hey, I didn’t think-” 

“Is he sick?” Jake asked, walking over to them. 

Y/N sighed, “Running a little bit of a fever. He came in and woke me up, he wet the bed.” 

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Jake asked, kneeling down in front of the two. He ran his hand softly over the sleeping boy’s cheek. 

“You need your sleep. It’s a very important day.” 

“Screw sleep. Screw the mission. He’s sick.” 

“You can’t go AWOL.” 

“I can try and pull some strings. I’ll call your dad and-” 

“You can’t,” Y/N whispered, and leaned forward to place her hand on Jake’s cheek to stop his rambling, “You can’t. As much as I would love for you to stay here with us, you can’t. We will be okay.” 

“But what if you have to take him-” Jake knew she hated going to the doctor’s. She felt as though they never really listened to her, and would talk over her head using medical jargon that was hard for really anyone to understand. Jake would go with her, to help her ease her nerves and hold her hand. 

“I will be fine. We will be fine,” She tried to assure him, but Jake could see through it. He could see through it anytime he left, but all he could do was nod. There was no arguing when it came to her, or the contract he signed to protect and serve. So, he pushed himself up from the ground, kissed her softly and began to get ready to ship out. 

Y/N sat in Alex’s room, still holding him as he slept, and looked up at the ceiling, trying to push back tears from falling. She leaned her head down, and placed her lips to the top of Alex’s soft blonde hair, and sniffled back tears. She could hear Jake shuffling about their room, packing things away and putting his flight suit on. Jake paused and looked at the purple suitcase that she had open on her side of the bed. He was yet to tell her about the envelope at the bottom of her suitcase. He felt his throat tighten up as he walked over, kneeling down and dug to the bottom, pulling it out. He felt his hands shake as he placed it on top of their freshly made bed.  He placed his elbows on the bed, and folded his hands in prayer as he closed his eyes. 

“Please God, let me come home to them,” Jake whispered. He opened his eyes to see the first rays of the morning sun start to peek over the horizon. He knew it was time to go. 

Y/N had gotten up from Alex’s room, but still held him in her arms. He was somewhat awake now, as she had him on her hip and was making Jake something to eat that he could take with him. Jake placed his duffle bag by the front door before making his way into the kitchen. He wanted to freeze the moment forever, watching his wife and son in the kitchen. If the last thing he ever saw was those two, he would have no complaints. Jake made his way over to the two of them, and Y/N gave him a sad smile. He kissed her forehead and took Alex from her arms. He was still sleepy, so he cuddled right into his father, burying his face into his neck. 

“Are you feeling okay buddy?” Jake asked him, running a hand over his blonde locks. 

“My tummy angry,” Alex pouted. 

“I know,” Jake frowned. 

“You gotta leave now, or you’ll be late,” Y/N said, softly and Jake nodded. Jake took her hand as they walked to the front door. He handed Alex back to her as he picked up his duffle bag. 

Rooster was waiting for him in the driveway, his head down and full of thoughts as well. Y/N felt her heart break for him, he didn’t have anyone waiting at home for him. Jake threw his duffle bag in the bed of his bronco, making Rooster lift his head up. It was like deja vu, watching the way Jake held his wife and kissed his son goodbye. Rooster looked at his dashboard, of the picture of his parents and then back at Y/N and Jake. His heart felt heavy as he watched Jake hand Alex back to Y/N, the little boy crying and reaching out for his father. Y/N put a hand on his head, trying to console him, but it was useless. Jake yelled another ‘I Love You’ before turning fast on his heel to get towards Rooster’s bronco. Jake knew it was easier for all three of them to leave fast, than to dwell and spend more time breaking each other’s hearts. 

“Is he okay?” Rooster asked. 

“Yeah,” Jake’s voice cracked. He shook his head and wiped a tear, “Just go.” 

Jake could see in the rearview mirror, his wife standing on the doorstep, holding their crying son, tears falling down her own cheeks as she watched the bronco disappear down the street. She placed her free hand on her belly, rubbing the area softly and saying a prayer in her head. 

— —  — 

The next day was hell. She sat on the beach at the Hard Deck, watching as Amelia and Alex played in the waves together. He was starting to feel somewhat better, and Y/N thought sunshine and giggles would help him feel better. The sun made her feel better than sitting in the house and staring at the clock, waiting for the hours to pass by agonizingly slow. 

Penny frowned at the sight of the young woman, sitting in the sand alone watching the two kids. That had been her once, waiting for any sort of notice that Maverick was alive and not lying dead somewhere. She was more than happy to keep Y/N distracted, knowing it wasn’t easy being the one left behind. Penny walked down from the deck and sat in the beach chair next to her, handing her a glass of lemonade. 

“How are you feeling?” Penny asked her. 

“Want me to lie?” Y/N asked, not turning her head from the little boy who was giggling as Amelia splashed him, 

“That wouldn’t do us any good.” 

“Well, if my timing is correct, he’s either flying towards the uranium plant or he’s sitting on the aircraft carrier,” Y/N said looking down at her watch, “I wish it was none of those.” 

“How far along are you?” Y/N snapped her head towards her. She opened her mouth to protest but Penny held her up, “When I ran into you at the store you had saltines and ginger ale in your cart, I’m guessing to help with morning sickness. And that first night at the Hard Deck, you had nothing but water and lemonade the whole night. You also have this glow about you.” 

“Eight weeks,” Y/N said, her voice tight, “I haven’t told him. I was going to before we came down here but. . .there was never a good time. And now he might die and never-” 

“Oh honey,” Penny said and pulled the girl in for a hug, “What can I help you with while you’re here?” 

“I don’t know,” Y/N said, pulling back from her. She wiped her eyes and looked at her wedding ring, “I guess all I can do is wait. He. . . Jake has this envelope, he’s had it since we first got together. It has everything in it, everything I could possibly need if he,” Y/N’s lip trembled and she choked back a sob, “Darn hormones, I’m not usually this weepy when he leaves.” 

“It’s okay,” Penny smiled and grabbed her hand. 

“It has all his wishes and stuff written down in it. I guess. . . If he doesn’t make it back, can, can you-” 

“Yes,” Penny said, not making her fight to say anything more. Y/N nodded and Penny squeezed her hand as Alex came running up to them, with a seashell in his hand. Y/N wiped her tears and put a smile on her face the best she could as Alex showed her the shell in his hand. Penny admired the girl’s strength as Alex grabbed his mother’s hand and pulled her towards the water. 

Penny had made dinner for all four of them that night. Y/N tried to help her, but Penny shooed her away, telling her she needed to rest, that she was working hard enough creating another Seresin child. Amelia helped Alex set up a fort in the living room, which Y/N made him promise Penny that he would help clean it up. Y/N and Penny spent the night laughing and bonding over the joys of motherhood and telling stories of growing up as military kids. Y/N shared her dreams of hopefully one day going back and visiting Italy, or taking Alex to Hawai’i to see the Pearl Harbor museum. 

When it was time for them to leave, Y/N was dreading going back to the quiet house. Alex was practically spent, and could hardly keep his eyes open as Y/N put him in his carseat. Penny invited her to go sailing with them tomorrow, but she declined. Y/N wanted to stay near home, knowing that tomorrow Jake and the squadron would be returning home. Tomorrow Y/N would know if he was dead or alive. Penny understood and hugged the girl goodnight. 

Y/N let Alex sleep in her bed that night, snuggling him close to her. That manila envelope sat on top of the bed side table, and seemed to be mocking her. She laid awake almost the whole night, the only thing bringing her some comfort was the gentle sound of her son’s breathing. Eventually, out of pure exhaustion, she fell into a dreamless sleep. 

The second the sun hit her face the next morning she was awake. Alex was still fast asleep, and she tucked pillows around him so he wouldn’t roll out of the large bed and onto the floor. Y/N threw on a pair of shorts and one of Jake’s sweatshirts, and began on her cleaning list. The house wasn’t really even that dirty, they had hardly brought anything with them, but it still brought her a sense of relief being able to do something rather than just sit and worry. When Alex finally woke up, she made him breakfast and then they both got dressed and went to the local grocery store to get things to make for Jake’s favorite welcome home meal. 

“Guess what today is, baby?” Y/N said, as she brushed Alex’s blonde hair. 

“Dada come home!” Alex smiled, showing his teeth. 

“Yeah! Dada comes home!” Y/N smiled brightly and kissed his cheek. 

The day ticked on, and morning faded into day, and Y/N watched the clock, feeling her nerves grow as the day progressed. Usually they were home by morning when it came to deployments and detachments but Y/N knew that this was a special assignment. She tried to not let her anxiety get the best of her, but when it was nearing early evening and she still hadn’t heard anything from him, or had seen him, she felt her heart drop. She bit back tears as she watched Alex color a picture for Jake at the kitchen table. 

“Momma, will dada like it!?” Alex asked with excitement, holding up the scribbled drawing. 

“Yeah,” Y/N bit back tears, “I’ll be right back, don’t move.” Y/N said, and felt her heartbreak as she looked at the door waiting for the moment that Jake came back through it. She looked down at her phone, no missed calls or texts, but time was ticking on, “How about you help me with dinner?” 

Y/N and Alex ate Jake’s favorite meal on the back patio. She tried to put on the best act that she could, smiling and telling Alex that Jake would be home soon. But as the sun set behind the clouds it was clear to Y/N, Jake was not coming home. Y/N gave Alex a bath and dressed him in his favorite pajamas and tucked him into bed. She held him extra tight, and read two books instead of the usual just one. 

“Momma,” Alex asked her, “Dada come home?” 

“No,” Y/N said, tears escaping her eyes, “Dada isn’t coming home.” 

“He still on ship?” Alex asked, his blue eyes filled with confusion. 

“I don’t know, baby,” Y/N said. How does a parent have this conversation with their four year old? How do you explain to him that his father is never coming home?, “Go to bed, sweetheart, I love you.” 

“Love you, momma,” Alex said, and Y/N kissed his forehead. She turned his bedroom light on, making sure the night light was on before going down to her room. 

Y/N let out a shaky breath as she sat down on Jake’s side of the bed and looked at the manila envelope with her name scrawled across it. She let out a sob as she picked it up, her vision becoming blurry with tears. She held it to her chest as she sobbed out his name. Never in her years did she think she would have to open it. She never thought that she would be living in a world where Jake wasn’t by her side. He was her everything; her protector, her equal, her other half, the love of her life. She knew she would never find a love like him again. There was no way she could allow herself to kiss another man, let another man touch her, lie down next to another man, let another man raise her kids. Jake was it for her. Jake was all she would ever need. 

She placed the envelope in her lap, running her fingers over his handwriting. Her fingers found the opening flap, and pulled it open. She closed her eyes as she grabbed the stack of papers on the inside, and set them on top of the folder. Opening her eyes, she noticed the handwritten note on the top of the stack. Her tears hit the paper as she held it up to read. 

‘To the love of my life, this is all you will need. I promised to always take care of you, and I will keep that promise. Even in death. I love you- your Jake.’ 

“No,” Y/N sobbed again, holding a shaky hand to her mouth, as she flipped through the documents. Jake had prepared everything, it was all written out in her hands. Her heart hurt too much to even read, as she set the stack back on the bedside table, and laid down on the bed, grabbing a pillow and burying her face into it. She let out screams that were muffled by the pillow she held to her face. She knew that she needed to calm herself down, that it wasn’t good to be this worked up for the baby growing inside her. 

The baby Jake will never meet. 

Y/N placed her hand on her stomach, and cried even more. All Jake ever wanted in life was to be a father, and the moment she had told him that he would be one, his eyes became so bright with love. Jake spent every moment of Y/N’s first pregnancy fighting with his inner demons on if he was going to be a good father or not, and he had told her about his fears of becoming a father and not getting to see his children grow up. The story of Goose Bradshaw was one that was somewhat known in their world, and Jake hated it. He hated the idea so much that at the drop of the word, Jake would leave his whole navy career behind to be a dad. 

At some point in time, Y/N must’ve cried herself to sleep, because she didn’t hear the opening of the front door, or the drop of a duffle bag, or the steps of boots down the hallway, or the soft call of her name. She woke up at the feeling of someone’s hands shaking her gently. She turned quickly, and gasped at the sight of her husband sitting in front of her. She let out a sob as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She hugged him with so much force it caught him off guard, having to steady both of them before they went crashing to the ground. 

All Jake could do was hold her as her body racked with sobs once again. He buried his face in her hair, taking a dip sniff of her shampoo. He felt safe being back in her arms. Y/N held onto him with all her strength, scared that this was just a dream and the second she opened her eyes, he would be gone. But once she somewhat gathered herself, she pulled back and hit his chest with her fists. 

“Where the hell were you!” Y/N cursed. 

Jake was surprised, she never cursed, “I was-” 

“I thought you died!” She hit his chest again, and continued to hit his toned chest as she spoke, “ You didn’t come home! I put your son to bed and then came in here and opened that blasted damn envelope and read the letter and-” 

Jake cut her off by pulling her into his arms again. He couldn’t believe the words that escaped her mouth. She thought he died. She opened the envelope and thought he was dead. A couple tears escaped Jake’s eyes as he pulled back and held her face in his hands. He smashed his lips to hers. She relaxed a bit in his touch. 

“I will never, ever leave you, ever,” He said, looking into her eyes, “I’m so sorry. Things hit the fan yesterday. We almost lost Maverick and Rooster-” 

“Are they okay?” 

“They’re fine, a little banged up, but they’re okay,” Jake said, “I’m so sorry baby I made you think that I. . . I’m sorry.” He hugged her again, “Is the little man still awake?” 

“No,” She shook her head and pulled back from the hug, “He’s long since been to bed.” Jake wiped a tear away with his thumb. Y/N looked up at him, and connected their lips. Jake kissed her back, as one of her hands went to pull on the hair at the back of his neck. His hands went to her waist, roaming her back, before going to her ass and pulling her into his lap. She gasped at the feeling, as his lips went from her mouth to her jawline, kissing up and down her jawline to her collarbones. 

“I missed you,” Jake said against her skin. 

“Show me,” She said breathlessly, “Show me how much you missed me.” 

Jake nodded, and rolled them so she was on her back and he was hovering above her. Jake took his time loving her. Every kiss had passion behind it. Every touch was like being touched for the first time again. Every thrust was slow and deep, making her feel him deep within her. Her back arched and Jake assured her over and over that he was there, and that he loved her and that he’d never leave her. When her orgasm hit her in waves, Jake held her tightly, and emptied himself deep within her. When they both came down, they laid next to each other bare, talking about random things and Jake would share bits and pieces of the mission. That was how the rest of the night would play out, making love to each other and letting each other know that they weren’t ever going to leave. 

— — — 

Jake sat on the back patio the next morning, watching the sunrise as the waves crashed, a cup of coffee in his hand. He wore nothing more than a pair of sweatpants and enjoyed the quiet morning. He knew after the activities of last night, that Y/N was probably going to sleep until late morning. He smirked at the memories of her clawing at his back or pulling on his hair, her soft moans in his ear. But then he frowned, remembering her tear stained face when he walked into the bedroom, and how she had thought he had died. He turned his head at the sound of the back door sliding open and smiled at his wife. She walked towards him and put her hands on his shoulders. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. 

“I thought you would still be sleeping,” Jake said looking up at her. 

“The bed was cold,” Y/N smiled, “And then Alex woke up not long after.” 

“Where is he?” Jake asked, just as Alex came running out of the house. 

“Daddy!” He smiled and Jake stood up from his chair to catch him in his arms. 

“My baby!” Jake smiled and picked him up in his strong arms, kissing all over his face. Alex giggled and tried to push his father away. And that’s when Hangman noticed Alex’s shirt. Y/N watched as his face contorted in confusion and then surprise as he looked at her, “Are you. . . Really?” 

“Yeah,” She smiled, biting her lip. 

“I knew it. . . I knew it!” Jake exclaimed and wrapped her in hug, “The night of the grill out, I noticed the way you placed a hand on your belly, you did that all the time with Alex and the-the you haven’t been cooking eggs in the morning and-” 

“Dada, I be a big brother!” Alex smiled, looking at his shirt. 

“Yeah, yeah you are!” Jake smiled, “I’m going to be a dad again.” 

“Yeah, you are,” Y/N smiled. 

And nine months later, Olivia Monica Seresin was born.

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[sailor-aviator]

Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Three and a Half

Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Three and a Half

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Your best friend, Bob Floyd, had insisted you join him for the summer at his family's home along the Carolina coasts. You had been hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed to his request. Now, here you were in a new town with strange locals who spoke in hushed whispers and cryptic retellings about glistening scales, glowing eyes, and haunting songs that echoed from the sea. You didn't believe them at first, but when you wake up on the beach one morning after having fallen overboard the night before, you can't help but think that maybe you hadn't imagine the strong arms and deep, green eyes of the man that had saved you.

Trigger Warnings: Mermaids and fluff with a hint of angst.

Word Count: 1,509

A/N: I've decided to count this as it's own little mini-chapter because it's too long to be a blurb lol So we're going to call it Chapter Three and a Half! If you're feeling kind/generous, please consider buying me a ko-fi! Also, if you DO NOT fill out the form below (Tag List) then you will not be tagged! I will be referring to that Google form from now on! As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! Asks/requests are always open! 18+ ONLY!! You can find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where I also post my updates!

Series Masterlist || Jake "Hangman" Seresin Tag List

The water was cool against Jake’s skin, the pleasant stillness of the ocean wrapping around him as he scoured the floor for the perfect items. A woven bag hung off his shoulder, floating up and away from his body as he moved through the water. The smaller fish darted away from him as he passed, the bigger ones eyeing him suspiciously. Jake paid them no mind, too focused on the task at hand.

He had already pried open several oysters to dig out the pearls that currently sat in his satchel, and he had even found a perfect conch that he was saving for a later time. He didn’t want to start off too showy in case you would find that distasteful. Besides, the thought of actually being able to hand you the conch shell put a smile on his face. No, for now he would settle for the pearls combined with the calico and whelk shells. He just hoped that he wasn’t veering too far in the opposite direction that he came off as not caring. Because he did. He cared a lot about what you thought.

Impressing and talking to girls had always come easy to Jake, but that was probably because he knew that he would more than likely end up with Mandy. Mandy wasn’t a horrible choice, quite the opposite in fact, but Jake always felt like there was something out there waiting for him. Now he knew why. Now he had another option. Now…now he felt the pressure most everyone else felt when it came to a significant other. He wanted things to be perfect for you, and now that he thought back to the shells in his satchel, he frowned.

He had gotten Mandy some shells once, back when they had first presented. He had wanted to make an effort for her, so sixteen year old Jake Seresin had spend hours at the bottom of the ocean floor picking out what he thought were the perfect gifts for his supposed betrothed.

But when he had handed them to Mandy, a proud smile on his face, she had laughed at him.

“Jake, be serious,” she had giggled, eyeing the shells in her hands. Jake’s smile had dropped, staring at her. “I’m not interested in stupid, old customs like this. If you’re going to get me something, get me something that matters.”

Jake had laughed it off at the time, but the sting of those words still hung over his head, and he paused on top of some coral as he thought about what it was he was doing.

What if you also thought the shells and pearls were stupid? What if you didn’t like them? What if you just threw them back into the sea?

What if you laughed at them?

Jake wasn’t sure he could take that kind of rejection from you. He was sure it would destroy him, in fact.

But then he thought back to how shyly you had looked at him when he had introduced himself to you, and he knew that you would never do that. Not to his face, anyway.

So he made his way towards the surface, looking for the shadow of the Floyd’s boat. He knew that’s where you’d be after the little confrontation with his friends earlier, and his temper flared at the thought of Bradley’s words.

“Figure your shit out with Mandy. If you don’t, then Skipper is fair game.”

He wasn’t sure how much his friend had meant those words. True mates were sacred, after all, but Bradley was as stubborn as they came. So Jake wasn’t too keen on taking any chances.

He spotted the silhouette of the boat rocking with the waves, and he quickly made his way towards it. He popped his head above the water, making sure to stay out of sight from the three people on board. Peering over the ledge at the back of the boat, he saw Walter and Bob engrossed in their fishing, and his eyes drifted down to where you lay on the wood of the deck, arms crossed beneath your head and one leg bent while the other stretched out. Jake stared at you, like he was under some kind of trance. You were beautiful, he knew that of course, but every time he saw you, it hit him just as hard as it did the first time. He hoped that a day never came where the breath wasn’t knocked out of him at the sight of you.

He took in the mark on your neck - his mark. It glimmered in the fading sunlight, a notice to all those that looked upon it that you were spoken for and that anyone who tried otherwise would have to deal with him. He could smell how your scent had changed since he placed it there. It was still sweet, a pleasant mix of sunshine and something floral, but now there was a hint of him added to it that gave it a certain spiceness. Jake practically purred at the thought of that change being permanent.

Your chest rose and fell softly as you basked in the summer sun, the beams beginning to lessen as it sank towards the horizon. You let out a contented hum in your sleep, mouth twitching up into a short-lived smile before evening out again. God, he wanted to hold you.

Jake smiled softly as you stirred from your nap, curling your other leg up as you stretched your arms out. He smiled softly at the way your own lips curled into a lazy smile, arching your back as you sat up. Ducking when you moved to stand, he could hear the sound of your conversations with Bob and Walter.

He knew he should be getting back to shore. He had made plans to meet with Mandy, to tell her that the future she had envisioned for the two of them would now only include her. He dreaded her reaction.

Jake heard footsteps approach the ledge, and he quickly moved around to the side of the boat, peeking around the corner as he saw you come into view. He watched as you stopped, spotting the gifts he had left for you, crouching down to get a better look. A smile twitched on his lips as he saw a spark of excitement alight in your eyes.

“Bob, come look at this!” You hollered over your shoulder, never taking your eyes off the shells you held in your hands. Jake felt a tinge of annoyance when you called for another man to come see the gifts that he had brought for you, and it only deepened as he watched the other man crouch down beside you. You held the shells out to Bob, and Jake almost saw red, but stopped at your next words.

“Aren’t these amazing?”

Pride swelled within him as he took in your excitement. It had been him. Him and no one else that had made you so happy. His cheeks started to ache from how hard he was smiling.

“These are some of the best specimens I’ve ever seen! And look at all of these pearls!”

Jake had taken a gamble at starting off with the less impressive finds, and his fingers itched at the prospect of seeing your reaction to the grander gifts he had already collected.

You stretched your hand out to show Bob the pearls you held in your hand, and the bespectacled man peered down at them with a frown.

“These are beautiful, aren’t they?” You all but whispered, staring at the orbs with a twinkle in your eye, a smile dancing on your lips.

Jake ducked under the surface, knowing that if he didn’t leave then, that he would risk exposing himself. He would when the time was right, but Jake knew that he was in a precarious situation.

You weren’t from North Island, and you had no idea that creatures like him even existed. The shock would be too much right now. No, he and the others would have to ease you into the idea of it all first, or risk scaring you off. He couldn’t bank on the bond keeping you there with him if he revealed the truth to you now, and the thought of you rejecting him? Seeing him as a monster? No, he couldn’t afford to think about that.

Instead, he thought about how you smiled at his gifts, cradling them so gently in your small hands. Yeah, his cheeks were definitely aching with how hard he was smiling. A song burst from his lips, echoing far and wide, one he was sure would be heard by almost everyone. He didn’t care, though. He didn’t care that he was about to go and endure Mandy’s wrath. He didn’t care that you hadn’t fully accepted him yet. He didn’t care about any of it. For the first time in a long time, Jake felt true happiness.

He wanted to hold onto the feeling for the rest of his life.

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[writing-and-wondering]

hangtemis thot: when jake woke up after they both fell asleep on the infirmary, he wanted to let artemis sleep while he went back to work, but he didn’t want her to think he just left without a care, so he gently woke her up with a kiss on the forehead and bid her goodbye before attending to his tasks. 💌

oh my gosh yes. i get so excited every time you want to talk about them and when i read this i just had to write a little blurb for it because it's too cute-

Jake wakes to the soft beeping coming from his watch. Reaching over you towards the arm that is currently asleep under your head, he turns off the alarm.

You let out a quiet noise as you shift closer to him, your face burying into his shirt.

Jake smiles to himself as he stares down at you, his heart swelling with the love he as for you.

Glancing over at the clock on the wall above the door, he groans at the realization that he has to leave you. Though you are excused for the day, he still has to go to work.

Gently brushing a stray hair behind your ear, Jake leans forward and places a kiss to your forehead.

He smiles into the kiss when he feels you lean towards it, your arm wrapping around his neck.

"Good morning," Jake says, his voice deep and quiet.

You blink up at him, a loving look in your eyes, "Morning."

Grinning at the sleep still heavy on your voice, Jake tilts your chin up to him as he captures your smile in a kiss.

"I have to go." He whispers. You frown, "Do you, though?"

Jake laughs as he reluctantly pulls his arm out from under you, "Unfortunately so, sweetheart."

You take his hand in yours and squeeze it tightly, "You better come back the second you're done."

"The second I'm done." Jake agrees as he leans over and kisses you once more, "I'll be looking forward to it all day."

You cup his face with your hands, your thumbs gently running across his cheeks, "Fly safe."

He kisses your forehead, "Always do."

Jake makes his way to the door and is just about to open it when your voice stops him in his tracks.

"I love you." You say to him, the smile evident in your voice.

Before you're even finished speaking he's rushing back over to you and kissing you, his hand around the back of your neck.

As you break apart he runs his thumb across your lips, "I love you."

Then he's placing one last kiss against your forehead before rushing out of the room.

You laugh as you watch him go, knowing full well what will happen if he's late.

He may not be scared of love anymore, or of what the admiral will do, but he is scared of tarnishing his perfect reputation.

#jake seresin x reader #top gun: maverick #jake seresin blurb #jake hangman seresin #hangtemis #hangman and artemis #stly mini series #envelope anon 💌

[thewulf]

Thick and Thin || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Request: Reader is a former police officer, but now is working at the hard deck. Her last undercover work went terribly wrong and she was hurt really bad (got captured and held in a damp and cold cellar.... See rest here

A/N: We’re pretending the aviators are at Top Gun for a few months not a few weeks! This is Part 1. This will be a 2-part mini-series. More of a background and some interaction at the bar. The juicy drama will be in the next part :)

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 4,500+

“Hi Penny!” You chirped hugging your friendly lightly. The relationship between you and her  moving from boss and employee to friendship quickly over the last few months. You adored the self-assured woman who put arrogant pilots in their place daily. She quickly took you in under her wing showing you the ins and outs of being a bartender at the Hard Deck. The rest was history and you two became thick as thieves even with the age difference between you. It never bothered you. It didn’t bother her. She was your best friend and confidant.

You’d only been working there for about a month before you got sick again. Sick enough that you had to call in for a few days. You hated that you had to do this to Penny, but she understood once you explained your situation. She understood telling you to take the next few days off and rest up. It didn’t surprise you that you got nothing but support from her. You never told anyone the nitty gritty details though. Just a run of the mill glossy explanation.

You absolutely despised your new body after the incident. A body that had unfortunately been brutally attacked. A body that was constantly feeling the repercussions of a literal knife to the back. A body that could only take so much stress before it went down. Once you felt the fever set in you knew you needed to get to a doctor. Every fever after the abduction was a result of the injuries you sustained that horrific night.

In your past life you were a detective at the Milwaukee Police Department. Swiftly rising through the ranks being known as an overly thorough and excruciatingly precise officer. You rarely made mistakes, often wrapping up cases quicker than your counterparts. You were good. Great even. Until you made that one, almost fatal, miscalculation. Playing right into the trap of the serial killer your department had been hunting for the last year.

You should’ve known better. You were smarter than that. But the bliss of maybe finally being able to catch him, even if it was a sliver of a chance, made you slip up. Entering the abandoned house, you were quietly ambushed and put to sleep with a cloth being placed over your nose and mouth. You knew you were fucked when your arms instantly went limp making you drop the gun that was firmly in your grasp. Not long after you took another ragged breath in your knees gave out before your eyes shut completely.

Waking up in a daze you felt your hands tied above you letting your feet barely rest on the ground. Fuck. It dawned on you that he got you. Blinking rapidly, you tried to take in your surroundings, surveying a way out of this mess you managed to put yourself in.

The only light came in through a window on the far side of the basement you presumed you were in. It was cold, dark, and musty. You had to be in the abandoned houses basement. You prayed your team was on their way like they said they were. How far behind you could they really be? You’d had the chance to be knocked out and wake up and they still weren’t here? Spiraling in your own thoughts you heard a snicker from the corner of the room snapping you right back into the reality of the situation.

You shuddered seeing a man in the corner watching you slowly wake up while registering the trouble you were really in. Taking a few steps forward towards you, you saw a sick smirk coming from the man. Breathing deeply you knew you needed to find your courage. You couldn’t let this man get the better of you again.

“Miss Y/L/N. I must admit, I wasn’t expecting you. You’ve always seemed so much more… calculated.” He grinned slowly walking around you.

A frown adorned your face. Don’t let him get the better of you, “My team’s just slow.” You answered him knowing you needed to keep the conversation going. The longer he talked the longer you had a chance to get out of this mess.

A low chuckle emitted from the dirty man that was eyeing you like candy. You were able to get a closer look at him now too. You don’t know what you were expecting but it wasn’t that. He didn’t look the part. He was skinny, scrawny even. He was too dirty to be this precise. Too small to seem so big. It didn’t add up to you.

“That I know Miss Y/L/N. That I know. I’ve gotten away with what, eleven times now? Eleven. Fucking. Times. That’s pathetic.” He sighed taking a long pause making sure to eye you up and down, “Guess you’ll just be number twelve.”

Adrenaline raced through your veins as your heart rate spiked. Maybe it really was your time. Your team should’ve been here by now. He must have moved you. He had to of moved you. God, you prayed they would figure it out quick enough. Why didn’t Spencer Reid really exist? He’d be great right about now.

You shook your head trying to appear more confident than you really were. You just had to keep buying yourself some time. You just had to make him angry. A narcissist always had to be right. You had to make him feel wrong.

“Doubt it.” You chirped sounding surprisingly confident despite the feelings buzzing through your head.

He hummed stopping his walk around you, “You’ve got a mouth on you huh? A pretty one at that.”

Rolling your eyes, you knew it was working, “I thought you did your research? Don’t you know everything about me?”

Your eyes only grew wide when you saw his hand come for your face. Not having enough time to react you felt his hand contact the side of your face. Did he really just slap you? Fuck. You had to admit that one hurt. Head still twisted you spit the blood right out of your mouth.

“Ouch.” That stupid motherfucker made you bite your tongue.

This time he rolled his eyes giving you the same treatment you were just giving him. It made you smile knowing you had him worked up, “That’ll be the least of your concerns Y/N.”

“Why? Why’d you do it?” You had to ask. You needed to know before he killed you. You’d spent too much time chasing this guy not to know.

He shrugged reaching for something in his back pocket, “Why not Y/N?”

“Really?” That pissed you off. For no other reason? There had to be a reason, “Eleven people for nothing? Ruining their families lives for nothing?”

He nodded taking another step closer pulling a shiny silver knife out of that back pocket, “Really Miss Y/L/N. And your family is next my dear. Such a shame really.”

You swore you heard car tires rolling up on the house. Maybe just maybe it was your team. Just keep him talking for a little bit longer, “I don’t think so.”

He drew the knife to you neck, clearly more than a little pissed off. Pressing the blade down you felt a little trickle of blood down your chest. Damn. Maybe this really would be it. You had to think of something. Anything to buy you just a few more seconds.

“Now what makes you say that Y/N?”

You wish you could shrug but your hands were a little tied up, “The agents walking around upstairs.” You let out a rather loud scream hoping to draw the attention of your fellow officers down to the basement.

A sharp pain ripped from your back right side before he attempted to hightail it out the basement window. It didn’t quite register with you that you’d been stabbed until you heard the panic from the other officers in the room. You heard faint mumblings of, “Officer down. Stab wound to the side.” Before the darkness took over.

When you woke the doctors told you everything. You lost a kidney which put you at elevated risk for infections. The infections would lead to fevers. Fevers would lead to endless doctor’s visits for steroid shots and antibiotics. You didn’t believe them at first until the first fever took you down. You’d gotten taken out like a light ending up having to stay in the hospital for a few days. Learning quickly that you needed to take this seriously. After a few months you realized it wasn’t changing. This was your life now. You were newly riddled with health problems thanks to the asshole that stabbed you. He never did get to twelve. It made you happy knowing that you living was his last mistake. He was spending the rest of his life behind bars without a chance of getting out.

You were given permanent medical leave after month five. You were so fucking sad that you had to leave but it was best. You weren’t you. You were no longer great. You were broken. A sad pathetic broken version of yourself. Or so you thought.

After a while of bouncing around you ended up in San Diego staying with a friend for a while. She was lonely and you needed a place to go so she invited you to stay a while. A while turned into forever as you slowly fell in love with the place. The beach seemed to help heal you mentally which led to less bouts of sickness. The happier you grew the stronger you were.

That’s when you found Penny and decided this was your new home. You slowly began to fall back into the swing of a somewhat normal life. Only to be reminded of your inability to stay healthy after everything. Thankful you had Penny. You surely couldn’t have done it without her.

Things only got better when a new batch of aviators made their way to San Diego. It started with Jake’s incessant flirting. Bradley then caught on and began doing the same. After constant rejection to both of them they both finally caved and actually became really good friends with you. They had your back like no other. One of their eyes always seemed to be on you when you were working. Just making sure none of the clowns in the bar tried anything you didn’t like. Jake and Bradley had to tell a few drunk guys off a couple of times but nothing major ever happened.

Falling for Jake seemed to happen very slowly then all at once. At first it was the little things. He always seemed to make you laugh at work. He opened doors for you. You always seemed to have a small glimmer of hope that he would be going to the bar the same time you’d be working. You rejected him so heartily at first because you’d heard the stories from Penny. The horror stories of her and Mav. She was a hypocrite though, falling back in love with him the second he came back around. You had to hand it to him though, Mav seemed deeply in love. Like he wouldn’t let her go this time.

You realized you had fallen for him when you got a little too jealous seeing him flirt with all the pretty girls that came around. Nearly losing it when you saw him take one of them home one night. You hated to admit it, but she was far prettier than you are too. You were sure she wasn’t dealing with your shit ass body either.

Bradley caught on quick. He noticed your small glances towards Jake. How your body always seemed to turn towards him. How you laughed at his corny ass jokes. Bradley wasn’t jealous he was just a bit confused. How in the hell could Jake manage to get your attention? In Bradley’s head you were so far out of his league it blew his mind. But in yours you’d never even take a step up to the plate.

“Y/N,” Penny snapped getting your attention. Mindlessly cleaning dirty glasses, you realized you must’ve zoned out.

“Yeah?” Setting the clean glass down you turned towards your friend.

“Joe called off. It’s just me and you tonight.”

You groaned throwing your head back in annoyance, “Does he ever show up for Friday night shifts? We’re going to get killed tonight.”

She smiled softly at your annoyance, “More tips for us?” She tried to reason with you.

“Yeah, yeah. More tips. Blah blah.” You turned back to your work trying to get it done a little quicker hoping to help your very busy self later.

“That’s the spirit Y/N.” She laughed returning to stocking the bar up for the night.

“Love ya Penny.”

“I know you do!” She laughed turning her attention back to her tasks at hand. She too didn’t want to be too distracted before the night swept her away.

It was slower than usual for a Friday night. Suspiciously slow. You didn’t feel like you were drowning the entire night. Not that you were complaining. Not at all. You loved when it happened. You were able to chat with your regulars enjoying the casual banter with everyone. If there was one thing you loved about this new life was the interactions, you had with people at work. People liked talking with you at work now. Before it was interrogations and arguments. Now it was learning about the family or fending off heavy flirting from a pilot. You loved the change not realizing how much you actually enjoyed casual chatter with people.

Penny was secretly thankful it was dead as well. Even though it meant a few less hundred dollars for the night at least she could enjoy the night. She too hated when it got overwhelming. She got the chance to chat with Pete in between customers. She and Pete were as happy as ever. Especially once he got back from the mission. The two seemed to be attached at the hip.

You got excited when you saw the Naval squad you’ve gotten close with over the last few months come through the door. They’d completed the mission that they were all initially here for. Half of them had deployed off to other bases. The other half opted to stay as teachers, given the opportunity after they came back. You were more than overjoyed when both Jake and Bradley decided to stay for a while.

The two of them didn’t like each other but they didn’t hate each other either. They acted more as causal acquaintances.  Accepting that they were going to be around the other and it was best to lay off each other.

Your grumpy attitude nearly vanished when you spotted your favorite blonde boy walking over towards you. A big toothy grin crossing his face made you join him in a big smile. Penny caught your grin out of the corner of her eye taking note of the two of you. She had her suspicions of the two of you. Jake straight up admitting he had a crush on you to her and you refusing to admit anything, she was in for a treat.

Jake walked up sitting down on the stool in front of you. He winked at you before he opened his mouth, “So, I was thinking…”

You gasped stopping him dead in his tracks. He looked at you in confusion from your outburst, “Didn’t know you could do that Jake.” Throwing that wink right back at him you watched his confused face turn down into a frown. You loved this. Looked forward to it even. The back and forth that always turned into flirting with him. Over the last month your nerves morphed to some weird confidence when you talked with him You couldn’t get enough of it. Of him.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny sweetheart.” Jake rolled his eyes dropping that sweet nickname so casually. Looking away quickly you went to serve somebody else so he couldn’t see your blush. God, you hated that you wore your heart on your sleeve. Emotions literally written across your face.

Jake popped back up once you were done with the customer, “Can’t run away from me Y/N.” His smile grew into a smirk knowing he had you there. It wasn’t like you were going to leave Penny to fend for herself on a Friday night. Even if it was dead.

“You’re right,” You grinned, “But I can make you walk back and forth all night. And all I have to do is turn around.”

Shaking his head he leaned on the bar, “You sure do make me work.”

“Would you have it any other way Mr. Seresin?”

“Never sweetheart.” He gave you a soft smile. One that was really only reserved for you, not that you knew that. It wasn’t often that Jake felt comfortable around someone to let his guard down. But with you? He felt so different around you. Like you’d never judge him. He could tell you the most insane thing and you’d still find the silver lining in it. Jake adored that about you. Loved it even, “Can I continue?” He asked you faking irritation even though he was smiling.

“Sure. Still don’t know if it’s a good thing that you can think or not though.”

“You wound me.” He feigned hurt dramatically placing a hand on his chest, “Anyway, we’re heading to the beach tomorrow. You should join us.” He pointed to the aviators by the pool table.

Pouring him a beer you looked up to him, “The beach?” You thought for a moment. You wouldn’t have hesitated before. But you hadn’t put a bikini on since the accident. You weren’t even sure if you had a swimsuit anymore. You never looked at the scar. You sure as hell weren’t letting anyone see the damn thing.

“Yeah, that big sandy thing out there.”

“Smart ass.”

“The only and only darling.” Sitting down in a new barstool you opted to just talk to him instead of turning around.  

“I’ll think about it.” You tapped on the wooden countertop afraid to look him in the eyes.

“What’s there to think about?” He raised an eyebrow taking a drink from his glass. After setting it down he nodded towards you, “Thank you, by the way.”

“Sure thing, Jake.” Taking a second you thought of a weak excuse, “I might be working. Not sure yet.”

“Penny!” Jake yelled motioning for her to come over.

“Jake, I have paying customers I’m trying to serve.” She eyeballed you knowing you probably weren’t going to charge the man. Not that she cared that much, but she had to make a point as a best friend. Penny had hounded you about Jake. Just like Bradley had. Just like half the dagger squad had. But you still wouldn’t cave. You couldn’t cave. You loved this thing you had with Jake far too much to fuck it up. Especially if he didn’t feel the same way about you. So, you opted for friend. Flirty friend but friend, nonetheless. If he made a move, you’d dive in headfirst but until then you’d sit back. A solid plan in your own head.

“Carry on. Just one question, can I have Y/N tomorrow afternoon for some beach time?”

“Sure. She’s not even on the schedule.” Penny nodding giving you an overly sweet smile. Great.

You shot daggers at your friend. She was acting as anything but at the moment, “Okay, I’ll go.” You said as you turned back towards Jake.

“Great! I’ll pick you up around eleven?”

This time you raised your eyebrows. A habit you had picked up on from Jake, “You will?” His question took you by surprise. You were more than capable of driving yourself to the beach.

“I will. It’s only right since I invited you sweetheart.”

Penny nodded walking back to her tasks. Her suspicions about the two of you confirmed after watching the one innocent interaction between the two of you. It was so painfully obvious the both of you were into the other but were simply clueless. Penny was planning on teasing you later on that.

She knew underneath all the shit Jake was a good man. He had all the good characteristics of one. He was fiercely loyal. Defending his and his pilots honor time after time. Not only did he talk the talk he walked the walk. Jake wasn’t afraid to get a little down and dirty. Penny knew he would protect the hell out of you. He would love the shit out of you. He would comfort you when you were sick and be by your side when you needed him to. She was rooting for the two of you. She just needed to figure out a plan. She’d talk to Bradley about it. She knew he was trying as well.

“Alright.” You nodded, “You remember where I live?”

“’Course I do darling.” He bobbed his head up and down.

“Okay then. Eleven tomorrow.”

Throwing you one last wink he nodded towards you, “See you then sweetheart.”

Giving him a hesitant laugh, you gave him a short nod back, “See you then Jake.”

You thought you would’ve jinxed it by now, but it was still slow. Twelve o’clock on a Friday and you weren’t busting your ass? You felt like you were thriving. You noticed Bradley enter not too long after Jake giving you a quick wave. He decided to wait on bugging you until you were free. He’d wait until the end of your shift if he needed to. This was Bradley’s new favorite thing. Closing the bar with his best friend. You loved it too, but you’d never admit it to him. Giving him a hard time was much more fun.

Penny gave you a short break seeing as there weren’t many people there. You waved Bradley down pointing to the deck outside letting him know you’d be heading out that way. He gave you a quick thumbs up letting you know he’d meet you out there.

“Hey stranger.” You nudged his side. He was leaning on the rail overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

“I know you like him.” Sucking in a breath you shook your head. This was so Bradley. He never beat around the bush.

Tilting your head you gave him the most confused expression, “What are you talking about Bradley?”

He chuckled taking a long pull from his beer, “Jake. You like Jake. For whatever fucking reason you decided to go and like him.”

Eyebrows raised you studied your friend. Growing best friend. The man who really gave it to you straight. Like no other friend would. He wasn’t even asking for a confession from you. He was telling you, you liked Jake. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

To Bradley it was, “Jesus Christ Y/N. You like him, right? Come on now. Spit it out.” Bradley continued on. Just egging you on.

You shook your head, “So what if I do. It’ll ruin everything.” You admitted to him with only slight hesitation.

Bradley rolled his eyes, “Don’t be stupid now.”

Mouth dropping slightly, you rolled your eyes in return, a tad bit dramatically to boot, “That’s rude Bradley.”

Taking another long drink to make you think long and hard he finally continued, “Are you blind? He likes you just as much as you like him. Fuck. Both of you are the dumbest fucking people I swear.”

“Jesus Bradley. Rough day?” You giggled feeling someone comforted by his words somehow. He was comfortable around you.

He shook his head, “Good day actually. You two are just dumb. I’m annoyed s’all. You’re not really dumb. You’re just a romantic dumbass.”

“He doesn’t…”

Bradley leaned over to bar placing a finger over your mouth stopping you immediately, “I’m advising you to shut the hell up right now. Listen to me. He likes you. He might even more than like you. He never shuts up about you Y/N. Any of the guys can tell you. In the locker room he always somehow brings you up. It’s remarkable actually. I’ve got a bet with Fanboy about it.”

Shaking your head, you refused to hear him, “Bradley I’m not…” You paused thinking of the right words, “I’m not desirable. I’m half the person I once was. I’m weak and always sick. That’s not a life I’d want to put on someone. Especially not somebody like him. You guys are so fast paced, and I can’t be. One minute I’m fine and the next I’m in the hospital. I…”

Bradley sighed giving you a once over, “You just don’t get it. And that’s okay. Really it is. I can’t imagine what you’re going through. From what limited amount of information, you tell me.” He raised his eyebrows at you making sure to let you know he wasn’t pleased you were holding back on him, “You lived a life like ours. Go, go, go. I get it. I would be losing my mind if I had to drop this tomorrow and change my life completely. I’d be a mess. But stop and think Y/N. What did you look for in a partner back then?”

You paused before you spoke catching your sentence before it came out. Closing your mouth, you thought for a second. What did you look for in a guy back then? Back when you were unstoppable. Someone kind and understanding. Someone incredibly patient. Someone who was different than you.

You could admit that. Or you could keep deflecting like you always did, “I didn’t date much before really.”

Bradley smirked like he got you, “My point exactly.”

“What are talking about?”

“You didn’t have time to date. We, all of us,” he pointed to the pilots huddled around the dart boards inside, “didn’t really date much either before the mission. Now, we finally have the time. He doesn’t want to date someone that’s nonstop. He wants somebody that’ll be home. That’ll always be there. You’re not undesirable Y/N. Don’t ever say that again.”

You sighed knowing he was right. But there was that one thing that stopped you, “Bradley I’m sick.”

He shrugged, “Every now and then.”

“It’ll never stop.” You countered.

He continued shrugging, “Look I don’t know Jake that well, but he doesn’t seem to care Y/N. If it were me, I wouldn’t care. Nobody’s perfect. Life is about compromises and sacrifices. High highs and low lows.” Taking a final sip from his beer he set the glass down on the railing, holding it in between his hands.

You didn’t know what to say. He was right. Of course, he was right. Bradley always seemed to be right. And blunt. So, fucking blunt. Something you adored, and hated, about the man.

Bradley decided to break the silence, “Look, go after him. Don’t go after him. It’s up to you. But he likes you. A lot. He’s just like you though. Too damn scared to make a move.”

You sighed nodding your head, “I hear you, Bradley.”

“Good. Now get back in there. Penny look’s a little stressed.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later.” You stood pulling him out of the chair with you.

“You sure will.”

Part 2

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He Fell First (She Fell Harder)

A You Play Stupid Games, You Win Stupid Prizes (I'm Not a Game You Want to Lose) Oneshot

Past!Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Description: The Five times Bitsie couldn't keep her eyes (and thoughts) off Jake and the One time Jake couldn't keep his eyes off Bitsie.

Disclaimer: Female!Reader

Warnings: This fic encompasses the entire timeline of the events happening in You Play Stupid Games, You Win Stupid Prizes. As such, there are mentions of cheating, some cursing, sex, sexual themes, as well as a look into Bitsie's mental state during the rough non-consensual sex mentioned in Love Has No Limits, Part Two of the main story.

The content presented in this story is for audiences age 18 and over only. MINORS DNI. I will not be accepting taglist requests from Blank or Ageless Blogs for this story. I do my best to portray adult relationships in this fic. Please do not interact with this story if you feel you are not ready to read about these themes.

Word Count: 7202 

A/N: Hi All! So remember when I mentioned I wasn't ready to let Jake and Bitsie go when I ended the main series? Here we are! I'm so happy to share this new installment in their story with you all! It's also my first time writing a 5 plus 1 style fic, so I hope you all love it.

A lot of this story will not make sense if you've not read the main part of the series linked below.

Thanks to @horseshoegirl and @desert-fern for reading over this oneshot as I was trying to figure out how to write a 5 plus 1 style fic!

AO3: Cross-posted here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted here!

My Masterlist

Series Masterlist

1. Before Bradley Bradshaw

You're not sure why the blond on the other side of the aisle at the Commissary is staring at you. He's beautiful. You know that for a fact because you have eyes, and you're a little weak at the knees at the sight of how he fills out his khaki uniform. He’s probably only staring because you're a mess, with your hair in a messy bun, standing in the commissary wearing a ratty, holey T-shirt and ripped-stained jeans. Moving sucks. It feels like your spine is just stretching out again after hours in the car. Honestly, you’re not sure why you decided to have all your things shipped to Lemoore instead of directly to North Island. Three trips in your car later, and you’ve got everything you need with you, but you now have an avalanche of boxes waiting in your living room to unpack.

Your entire life in boxes is another reason you’d retreated to the commissary. It’s already 6 in the evening, and you want nothing more than to eat something and flop onto the sofa for the night. You’re hoping, at the very least, to pick up a few important groceries, such as milk, bread, eggs, and cheese, to tide you over until you can run to Whole Foods or Wegmans off base. It’s as you’re debating what type of cereal you should buy that the blond first catches your attention. It’s a Wednesday, and there are a surprisingly large number of khaki-clad navy personnel walking up and down the aisles collecting items they need. You’re probably one of the few in casual clothing, but that doesn’t warrant his staring.

It takes far too much effort to turn your attention back to the two cereal boxes in your hands. You can still feel the prickle of his gaze against the back of your neck.

“Y’know, if you’re deciding between Honey Bunches of Oats and Frosted Mini Wheats, I have to tell you that you’re probably thinking too hard.”

You startle, fumbling with the boxes, and stumble back into a broad, firm chest. His laughter is warm and musical as he steadies you with big, warm hands. 

“I’m sorry.” You’re flushed and hoping that you’re not as sweaty and disgusting as you feel with this Adonis of a man so close to you.

“I startled you, huh?” His grin is crooked and wicked, making you grin sheepishly.

“Yeah, you kind of did.” You turn and gesture at the cereal boxes. “So, what makes you think you know the best cereal?”

“Well, I've been eating it my whole life, you know?” His eyes seem to twinkle as he responds.

“So have I. I happen to like Honey Bunches of Oats, you know?”

“All that tells me, gorgeous, is that you haven't put something truly delicious in that pretty little mouth before today.”

You squeak a little because you're not sure you've ever been so close to a man before.

“So, I would suggest Cinnamon Toast Crunch. It's sweet and spicy, just like you are.”

You can feel yourself flush, even as he reaches past you, pulls the correct cereal box from the shelf, and places it in your cart.

“See you around, beautiful. I hope you enjoy your time on North Island.”

You’re a flustered mess as you checkout at the counter several moments later. You think about this flirty stranger as you unpack your house and put everything away for the rest of the week and most of the weekend. A part of you isn’t sure how to handle such casual flirting. Could that stranger have been serious? Did he actually want to see you around North Island? Or was that just something he was saying to be kind?

2. Befriending the Daggers

As silly as it seems, you feel like you can taste cinnamon sugar on your tongue when you and your team are introduced to the Dagger Squad in one of the hangars at North Island.

The reason why is simple. The blond who had been haunting your thoughts all weekend is standing at attention in the front row. His cocky smirk makes your knees weak, and you’re sure that his eyes on you make you stutter as you introduce yourself. Throughout that first briefing, you can feel his gaze track across your form as you take notes in your spiky hand. You think you see him smirk when your hand cramps, and you need to shake your fingers out. Still, it catches your attention in a fleeting moment, not keeping it for longer than a few seconds before the briefing grabs you again.

What follows is a day full of briefings, the problem with the laser targeting system setting your mind ticking into overdrive. Looking at the faces of the others on your team, you can see hints of the same curiosity and the same drive to solve this problem. Of course, it would be asking a bit much to be able to view the plane telemetry data and hardware logs and hear the comms recordings so soon after your introduction to the team. Something tells you you’ll have to wait for that. 

“So, you’re joining us for drinks, right?” It’s one of the female lieutenants, Trace, you think her name is, who invites you out. “We go to this little place on the beach called The Hard Deck. Penny’s amazing!”

“You should join us, Bitsie!” His voice sounds just as good in the hangar as at the commissary, if a bit less worn and tired. The nickname is new, but coupled with the grin he’s leveling in your direction, you’re willing to accept it. You smile sweetly at the blond as he walks up behind Lieutenant Trace. 

“I’m Jake, Jake Seresin. How’d you like the Cinnamon Toast Crunch?”

Before you can respond, though, Trace muscles her way back into the conversation. “Stop making her feel awkward, Bagman.”

You smile gently over her shoulder at Jake as Natasha walks you away, talking a mile a minute. The Hard Deck is a surprisingly homey place. It’s warm and brightly lit, smelling of lemon polish and faintly of yeasty beer. It bothers you a little bit how Natasha doesn’t seem to want to let you go. Jake’s been waiting, sweetly, this whole time. You want to thank him for his cereal recommendations. But she’s introducing you to the others, and you're actually having fun.

Before long, you find yourself in a circle of women, and you’re surprised by how nice it feels. Mara, you've known and worked with for years, but you've never been close. Callie and Natasha are like two sides of the same coin. Both of them are whip-smart and take no shit. They’re the perfect counterparts to you and Mara.

 Looking back, you've never really had many female friends. Most of your colleagues are males, males who don't want anything to do with you outside of seeing you every day and inevitably getting shown up by you. So it’s nice standing at one of the bar’s high-top tables while getting to know your new colleagues and hopefully your new friends.

You’re laughing and smiling, vacantly swaying to the song's beat pouring out of the jukebox when the song cuts out. You startle, then hum as you hear the plunking of keys from the piano on the other side of the bar. When you’d walked in, talking to Natasha, you’d thought the piano was just an ornament, something defunct and unplayable. The tune leaves the wooden instrument echoing with age.

Natasha crows with glee at the sound; all the Daggers roused into a festive mood in moments. “C’mon, you two! You’re in for a real treat tonight!”

The raspy voice that starts singing melds beautifully with the old instrument, lustily belting the words of an old song into the air. It seems to be a normal occurrence. As Natasha dances and pulls you into the fray surrounding the piano, you feel relaxed enough to dance along awkwardly in her wake. The other Daggers are arrayed in a half-moon around the back of the piano, facing a man with auburn curls wearing a cheerful printed shirt. You recognize him as one of the Daggers you haven’t been introduced to yet. He’s feeling the jazzy beat of the song as his fingers dance across the yellowed ivory keys. 

When he peers over the rims of his RayBans, his eyes meet yours. In that instance, the world stops because his smile takes your breath away. You’ve never felt this seen, this beautiful. His eyes sparkle, the color of the whiskey in the glass atop the glossy wood of the piano. You’ve never heard this song before, but damn, if you don’t want to learn the lyrics via osmosis just to see him smile at you for singing along. You’re not sure when the song ends, or even that it does, notes echoing in the suddenly quiet expanse of your mind. You swallow when he stands up from the bench and downs the watered-down whiskey, tracking a droplet of the amber liquid as it drips down his neck. You have to remind yourself to be cool, to avoid glancing at his mouth as he swaggers up to you.

“Hi,” His voice is like woodsmoke, dark and gorgeous as it drips into your ears. “I’m Bradley Bradshaw, but you can call me Rooster. I’m one of the Daggers, but if I’d met you before now, I’m not sure I would forget.”

“Bradley…. Bradshaw?” You’re not sure when Natasha, Callie, and Mara moved away, but when you look, you’re all alone in the corner of the bar with just Bradley Bradshaw for company. 

“It’s a family name.” He drags one of his big hands through glistening curls, his bicep bunching alluringly in the frankly silly shirt he’s wearing. “My dad wanted the alliteration. My mom loved him too much to say no. So here I am.”

“It sounds like you love them a lot.” 

His smile falters at your earnest words, a frown dipping his lips down for a few seconds before the smirk rises back into place. “Yeah, I did.”

Your mind churns, because you feel like you’ve pressed unwittingly onto a still un-healed old wound. You feel like you should apologize, like you have to apologize, but he doesn’t let you. The play of emotions on his face is lightning-fast. Before you can think, he’s already leading you to the next conversation topic: you.

“But that’s enough about me. Tell me about you.” 

You flush and let your life story, a highly edited version, drip off your tongue. You’ve never felt like this before. You feel seen and inexplicably gorgeous, faced with a six-foot-tall man whose eyes seem to see right through you. He makes you feel giddy. 

“What’re you doing tucked away in this corner with Bradshaw, Bitsie?” Jake’s voice makes you smile in a completely different way than when Bradley was making you giggle earlier.

“We were just chatting, Jake.”

“Yeah, Bagman.” It surprises you to see the nearly cruel look on Bradley’s kind-looking face. “We were just chatting. Piss off.”

Jake lifts his hands as he backs away, though you don’t miss how he mouths, “Later, pretty girl” to you over Bradley’s shoulder. You don’t miss the frown creasing on his handsome face, either.

“Does he call you Bitsie often?” Bradley sounds surprisingly concerned as he curls one of his big hands around your waist.

“He just started today.” 

Bradley’s face makes you bite your lips. “I’m pretty sure he’s just teasing me, Bradley. It’s okay.”

“No, no, it’s not.” You can hear the rumble of his voice in your chest as he leans closer. “Sweetheart, he’s making fun of you. He doesn’t take you or your job seriously. He took your cute, little introductory speech and turned it into a mockery!”

“He isn’t making fun of me, Bradley.”

“Yeah, he is, sweetheart.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ears. “Bagman makes fun of everyone and everything. He doesn’t know how to give a compliment seriously if he tries.”

“He’s just going to hurt you, gorgeous.” 

“No, he’s not.” You scoff.

“Turn around, sweetheart.”

You turn as bidden, expecting to see Jake looking at you with that same sweet look on his face. Instead, what you see is Jake smirking down at a gorgeous willowy blonde with big boobs and sweet, dainty features. 

You, in your frumpy little business casual pants set, look terrible in comparison. When his eyes rise to meet yours, the smile falls a little, but it grows into something smarmy and ingenuine as his eyes meet the man standing behind your shoulder.

“See, sweetheart? The man flirts just to flirt. That’s all he means when he calls you Bitsie. He’ll flirt and then go home with someone else. You’re not his type. But luckily, you’re mine.”

His words make you smile, and you devote the brunt of your attention to Bradley Bradshaw again. You can feel the itch of eyes on you all night long. But when you sneak furtive glances over your shoulders at where Jake is standing with that blonde bimbo draped all over him, his attention always seems to be on her. But you can still feel the itch of his gaze in between your shoulders. 

3. Dating Bradley Bradshaw

After that first night, you keep a close eye on the Daggers, especially how they interact with each other. Jake Seresin always seems to be on the outskirts of the group. Only Coyote goes out of his way to include Jake. Even when he is a central part of the conversation, Hangman seems to prefer biting commands and witty repartee, which doesn’t endear him to his squadron. You hear them all, though, noting the jokes that are so sly and cerebral that they pass the others by. You notice his concern, the tightly wound worry in every muscle as he tries his best to ensure everyone comes back home safe and sound, even in the midst of training.

Something about his attitude still bothers you, though. Or maybe it’s how he always insists on calling you Bitsie instead of your name. He can’t seem to bring himself to give you any respect, either, and it’s starting to piss you off. If you didn’t know differently, you’d assume Jake Seresin didn’t believe you belonged here, working on this team and completing vital work for the Pentagon and the US Navy. So, you dread walking into the pilot’s ready room on base for coffee. You’ve been dragging all day, and you have it on good authority that the pilot’s ready room has the best coffee on base. 

Well, your thermos from home is empty, and you could use the pick-me-up, so you head over there, hoping you can avoid Jake Seresin. All you want is a decent cup of coffee before you’re back to staring at flight diagnostics until your eyes bleed.

The ready room is quiet, barring the ever-present roaring hum of jet engines in flight, and to your satisfaction, there is a pot of coffee waiting for you. You sniff at its contents, a little disappointed because there’s only enough for half a mug once you’ve assured yourself of its relative freshness. You make your mug happily, doctoring it to your satisfaction and taking the time to look around. Bradley and Nat have told you about the days they've spent here between hops while training for the Uranium Mission. The walls are covered in pictures, and you take the time to examine them as you sip your coffee.

When the radio flickers on with an echoey buzz as it connects to the comms of the jets in flight, you startle and whirl around.

“If you’re looking for the Chicken, he’s up in the air.” You have to fight to keep your dismay from showing on your face. You must be at least a little unsuccessful since there is an imperceptible smirk growing on Hangman’s face as he looks at you from one of the sofas. “At least you’ve found the coffee.”

“It’s the best coffee on base, after all.” 

You refill your mug and try your best to ignore Hangman. But when you go to take another sip, you’re met with only the dregs at the bottom of your mug. There’s silence between you as you scramble into the cupboards, looking for the fresh coffee. When you measure the beans into the grinder and fire the grinder up, you deliberately avoid looking for the aviator lying supine on the sofa. You find a modicum of your composure as you measure the grinds into a new filter and fill the carafe of the coffee maker with fresh water. You hit the buttons decisively and hum appreciatively as the scent of fresh bitter coffee wafts from the pot. From the radio set, you can hear Phoenix and Bob on the comms, mostly Bob, as he clues his pilot onto unseen perils in the sky. On occasion, you can hear Phoenix’s measured tone and Bradley’s rough rasp, too.

“So, Bitsie, how do you take your coffee?”

 You startle, sending crystals of sugar skittering across the countertop as Hangman’s voice gets even closer to you than it was before. You’re always impatiently waiting for the coffee to brew, so you always add the creamer and sugar to the bottom of your mug before pouring in the coffee. Hangman chuckles when he sees the sugar dripping lazily out of the torn open packet in a glittering stream. 

“Sugar, huh?” He pushes you away and begins to wipe the sticky substance away but stops once he sees the bottom of your mug. “Fuck, Bitsie, do you pour any coffee into your mug at all?”

“Oh, trust me,” you snap, on the defensive at the sound of his voice so close to you, “I desperately need the caffeine to put up with you, after all.”

Something about the joking look on his face fades away at your tone, though the smile doesn’t. 

“I drink my coffee black, you know?” He chuckles, leaning against the counter as he holds your mug hostage on the other side of him. “I like my coffee hot and full-bodied, a little bitter, but oh, so smooth on my tongue.”

He takes two measured steps into your space. With how close he is, you’re inundated with the scent of his cologne and the bitter tang of jet fuel. “Coincidentally, I like my women like that too.”

“And how do they like you?” One of his eyebrows rises at your statement. “Your women, Bagman. How do they like you?”

“Oh, honey.” He grins as he fills the mug up and turns around. “I promise they don’t have any complaints.”

He sips insolently out of your mug, tongue lapping at the traces of coffee left on the spoon he used to stir the steaming beverage before handing the mug filled with hot liquid back to you. Your mind stutters as Jake Seresin stares you down like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen. “Your coffee isn’t half bad either, Bitsie.” You can feel the warmth of his touch where his fingers brush against yours. “A little sweet, but it figures when the drinker is as sweet as you are.”

When you sip from the mug with your face on fire, it tastes even better than when you make it for yourself. You slip out of the room when a crackle of feedback attracts Jake’s attention. It doesn’t occur to you until you’re sitting in your chair and staring at the after-action reports of the Uranium Mission that you’re placing your mouth exactly where his was in an indirect kiss. 

For the rest of the afternoon, you find your mind tracking to green eyes and a sweet smile bared genuinely in your direction. Your brain feels like a stuck record, trapped futilely in the crosshairs of his gaze from when he’d been teasing you about your coffee preferences.

Worse than the bonfire lighting up in your stomach, there’s the guilt swarming in your belly after what happened. What happened with Jake in the ready room could classify as cheating, right? You’re not exactly sure because you’re not the most experienced. You also don’t want to tell Bradley because what if you have been unfaithful to him? You can’t confide in Natasha either, because she’s Bradley’s best friend. 

Suddenly, your coffee goes from tasting like god’s ichor to tasting like ash on your tongue. Fucking Jake Seresin. Why did he have to go out of his way to make your life miserable?

4. A North Island Night Out

The more time you spent around Bradley Bradshaw, the more it felt like you could fall in love. Bradley’s sweet and kind, and he never once makes you feel bad about your career choice. Sometimes, in those long afternoons stuffed inside a hangar with ceiling fans barely pushing at stagnant air, you wish you could say the same about Jake Seresin. The worst part is how he has reasons to be as cocky and arrogant as he is. He flies his jet like a man possessed, or maybe like a man with nothing to lose. Some of you can’t help but wonder what you would have faced if you'd been going out with Jake instead of Bradley. You're not sure you would have been enough to change his ways.

Bradley, on the other hand? He's like your knight in shining armor. He never minds your rambling or how you babble when you get sucked into a conversation. In fact, you'd argue that Bradley Bradshaw is the first person who has ever taken you seriously. He makes you feel superhuman, like there is never any problem you can't solve. His smile still has butterflies taking flight in thick, cloying swarms in your stomach. He makes you laugh, and god when he kisses you? You feel radiant, like one word will have you taking off faster than an F-18.

A part of you can’t believe him, even now. He hadn't laughed when you'd told him how inexperienced you were, in truth, what you wanted him to give you for your first time.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He'd groaned into your ear, “Just let me make you feel good, on your terms, as fast or slow as you want me to be.”

You know what he's offering. As fast or slow as you want me to be is his way of telling you to take your time. But you're sure you will explode if you have to make out with Bradley Bradshaw again while rubbing a wet patch into the thigh of his jeans, while his fingers massage over your nipples and his tongue tangles languidly with yours. 

You’ve had sex with him before, the sweet, gentle missionary kind. In fact, you’d argue that it was the perfect way to lose your virginity. But you can’t help but wonder if there isn’t more to sex with a man you love than a few slow moments in bed. You’re not even sure you orgasmed that night, or at least, it never felt like how you’ve made yourself climax. But ever since then, he’s kept you at arm's length. Sex was supposed to be the last step before all of the walls came down between the two of you. Maybe you can finally get Bradley to give you what you want, then? If only this date weren’t starting at The Hard Deck, though if you think back, most of yours do. It’s not like the Hard Deck isn’t a nice bar - it is. But The Hard Deck isn’t the most romantic of venues. 

When you drive up to the Hard Deck in your little car at promptly six in the evening, you’re dressed to the nines, wearing a cute little sundress with a flared skirt and fitted bodice. It pushes your tits up and is nearly completely backless. You’re not wearing much under the dress, just a little lace-edged thong and strappy heels elevating you a few inches. Stepping through the door, it seems like the entire bar falls silent. For several long moments, all you can hear is the tapping of your heels against the floor. People seem to float out of your way as you greet Penny, grabbing your drink from her, a soda in a glass bottle dripping condensation, and walk towards the pool tables in the back of the bar.

Heads turn as you walk past, and you can feel a smug smile curl your lips. On any other night, the arrangement of the Daggers around the pool table would have been normal. You’d be joining them by now, taking your place next to Bradley to hang besottedly on his every word. You’d be the only one not in uniform.

 Tonight, there isn’t a uniform in sight. Tonight, you’re dressed to impress. But you’re not dressed to impress the other Daggers, only Bradley. You hope your sexy little dress will be enough to have the romantic moment you’ve been longing for, finally. All your boyfriend needs to do is turn around and see you. 

Nat and Bob confer in hushed tones as Bradley racks up against the pool table with the cue in his hand. He’s wearing those jeans that you adore, the pair that fits like a glove and with fabric so worn that it’s soft against your hands. Hangman and Coyote are on the other side of the pool table, identical frowns on their faces as they strategize over the configuration of the balls on the worn felt emblazoned with jets.

But it’s Hangman who sees you first with a clattering of his cue as it impacts the floor. His eyes bug out, mouth parting as his eyes rake over you from head to toe. His reaction causes silence to ripple outwards with him at its epicenter. Dagger after Dagger pauses to stare at you. It’s a gratifying feeling. Nat and Callie wink at you, and Nat carefully prods a pink-cheeked Bob into resuming their conversation. The only person arrayed around the pool tables who doesn’t seem to know you’re there is the man you dressed up for. Jake is nearly mute as you clack forward, sipping on your drink greedily because something about his gaze has you feeling hot and flushed. The only time he backs off is when Bradley seems to realize you’re right there.

“Fuck, baby.” Your boyfriend groans in your ears. His voice makes your skin flare hot, and a desperate ache starts between your legs. “Look at you all pretty and gorgeous for me. Let me finish this last round, and then I’m all yours.”

One round turns to two, and then three, and before long, you’re left all alone in a corner of the bar while the Daggers, including Bradley, party like you don’t exist. All of that effort to make it a romantic night, and you’re sitting here like you don’t exist. If you have to watch another badge bunny drape herself all over your boyfriend, you are going to scream or do something drastic. Maybe making out with Jake will get his attention.

“It’s a shame, you know?” You nearly topple off of your stool at the words emanating from next to you. “You look so pretty, Bitsie, and Bradshaw can’t even open his eyes to see his girl waiting for him.”

Hangman sounds so sure of you, so sure that you’re better than Bradley Bradshaw deserves.

“He just wanted to grab another drink.”

“That was three hours ago, Bits.” When Jake chuckles, you can feel your hackles raise. “Didn’t you have dinner reservations or something like that?”

Before you can respond, because yeah, you did, Bradley’s standing there.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Bagman?” Bradley is slurring his words, listing from side to side as he stares the other man down.

“She’s mine, Bagman. Don’t you forget it!”

“If she’s yours, why are you ignoring her and walking around with badge bunnies draped all over ya?”

You can tell by how red Bradley’s face gets that he is one more word from launching himself at Jake. You’re unsure what prompts you to step in, but you do, sliding your hand up to the sweaty curls at the base of your boyfriend’s neck and whispering into his ear. You breathe your need, your want for him, into his ears. You have to ignore the scent of alcohol and sweat wafting sour from his skin, but you succeed in grabbing his attention. 

But a part of you wishes your seductive ploy hadn’t.

You got your wish; your need to have sex with your boyfriend granted. But it’s not anything like you expected it to be. Bradley left bruises on your skin and bruises on your heart. He’d been rough with his touch and his words. But more than that, you can’t help but wonder if this would have happened with Jake. If he’d make you feel better than Bradley ever could. Isn’t sex supposed to feel good? 

Faced with Bradley’s fumbling, you’d been anything but wet between your legs. You’d only started to get there when you thought, selfishly, of Jake. There was no foreplay, no making sure you’re alright. No kissing, no touching. There were no hallmarks of any of the care and gentleness Bradley usually treats you with. The whole experience has you feeling worse than you did in the car as he called you a slut for talking to a colleague and friend. Slut. It’s a word he’d used often with you in bed that night, too. A word that makes you feel guilty, dirty, and disgusting all at once. 

What does it say about you that you had to think of a colleague and friend to get wet instead of your boyfriend?

Whether you realize it or not, that’s the first crack in the shaky, perhaps already crumbling, foundations of your relationship with Bradley Bradshaw.

5. After Bradley Bradshaw

You have work to do; you know you do. But it’s been under a day since you told Jake Seresin how your relationship with Bradley Bradshaw imploded easier than if it had been bombed. Realizing Nat had known, known what he did and condoned the betrayal, his cheating, is another stab to the back that you weren’t expecting. You can't believe how Bradley could harbor less remorse and guilt over having sex with Britney than you did over some harmless, practically meaningless flirting.

What happened to ‘sisters before misters’ and all sentiments to that effect? You’re thankful, truly thankful, that Jake didn’t know and that Mickey and Mara were unaware as well. Being so far away from North Island has given you a sense of clarity you never thought you were missing. 

You’d be lying if you said Jake Seresin doesn’t have something to do with your newfound clarity, too. 

One night, a bushel-load of tears and an unburdening of your heart, and he’s already raised himself in your esteems. It’s in how he’d listened to you, which has your thoughts spinning. Back when your relationship with Bradley was still rock solid, you'd thought Bradley was the only man who could make you feel like the most important person in the world. But you didn't realize how often Bradley’s eyes would glaze over when you got excited. You’re not sure you’ve ever been able actually to talk to your ex. 

Jake let you cry, cry like you’d lost your reason for living. He’d held you while your suppressed grief had unleashed. He’d heard you spill your heart out to him and release all of your pain into the squalling storm winds. Then there was the rage in his face, in his voice, the rage he’d held tightly coiled in the corded muscles of his arm, in the jut of his proud jaw, when he found out Bradley had broken you, dominated your spirit, for a bet. 

You’re not sure why he’s been so nice. He has nothing to gain by being kind to you. He didn’t when he wanted to get you off deck in the middle of the storm last night. Though uncharitably, you’re sure he’d likely wanted you off deck so he could get off deck himself. He didn’t have to make you a cup of coffee or raid his own special stash of granola bars, either. But more than anything, you’d love to know why he let you cry snot and tears all over his uniform when it was well past lights out. You keep thinking back to how it felt to be in his arms, how good it felt.

Unbidden, you pull out the paper Jake had handed you while you were eating lunch in the commissary with Mara and Mickey. It’s nothing special, just a note written in ballpoint pen on run-of-the-mill lined notebook paper. The paper is silky smooth against the pads of your fingers, the edges ragged like he’d ripped the page out of a notebook he had lying around. You can feel the indentations the pen had left on the other side of the page. You can see how the letters slur across the page as he’d written, the ink smudging imperceptibly as he wrote hastily. They’re just lyrics transcribed on the page, and they shouldn’t be thought-provoking. 

It’s from a song you’ve heard a thousand times before, played ad nauseam on the radio with a catchy tune getting stuck in your head. More than the song lyrics, it’s the thought behind those lyrics. Honestly, you’re not sure how he got them for you. He called his sister in the middle of the night when he likely had to get special permission to do so just so he could get some stupid lyrics for you.

You can still see the twinkle in his eyes as he blushed crimson. He’d seemed proud, proud he was the reason for your laughter, proud that he’d pulled the wool from your eyes and showed you how ill Bradley had actually treated you. That look on his face made you feel like levitating. 

You can’t deny it anymore. Bradley Bradshaw may have made butterflies swarm in your stomach, but Jake Seresin made you feel like lightning arcing through the air. He makes you feel wild and free.

+1. The Day Easton is Born

A part of you feels like you should be angry that it took only four years before you stopped being the sole item of your husband’s attention. But you’d be lying if you didn’t feel the same way that Jake did, especially because the cute little thing that’s caught his attention has caught yours, too. 

He’s about four hours old with squishy cheeks, a red face, and a voice that would make his daddy proud. You’re sure that his voice is just like his dad’s, but you can’t say you’ve ever heard Jake’s voice ever hit the octaves this adorable sweetheart hits. It hurts a little bit that you’ve been ordered not to move, too, because everything in you is itching to pick your baby up and hold him in your arms. But Jake’s on baby duty at the moment. If it’s a poopy diaper, you’re more than ready to let him take that burden on.

You tilt the bed up until you’re reclining and tip your head gently to the side until you see the heart rate monitor reassuringly blinking your vital signs at you. When you turn your head to the other side, Jake's standing over the small changing table in your room, leaning down and looking into it. His face looks gentler than you've ever seen it, soft, like a man stripped bare to his basest parts. He has no walls up, no fears, just wonder as he stares down at the little bed. Well, maybe he’s looking a little less awestruck and a little more disgusted because your newborn son does, indeed, have a soiled diaper.

He’s not wearing a shirt. This fact doesn't surprise you because Jake wanders around your house half-naked all the time. At the same time, you’re both in a hospital, and it’s at least 10 degrees colder than it should be. You’re wrapped up in a soft pajama set and wearing a thick cardigan, but you’re still cold. When Jake hefts the small wriggling body of your son into his arms and settles him against his chest, now clean, your heart swells. The baby coos, a little snuffling exhale of breath that squeaks a little as he settles into Jake’s arms. Jake doesn’t seem to realize that you’re awake, either.

“Awww, hey, Buddy.” His voice is a tender rumble, big hands cradling precious cargo with the same surety he flies his jet. “Let’s not wake up Mama, huh? She’s so tired.”

“You took us by surprise, our sweet boy. We weren’t expecting you to show up in the middle of a Longhorns game, for sure. I will say that your arrival was a little more exciting than a game-winning touchdown. I wonder if your Uncle Javy will let Daddy watch the game on his DVR when you’re home? In any case, I do not look forward to replacing my Longhorns rug. You had to pick that rug to make your appearance on, didn’t you? Say, East, what’s the likelihood that your Mama would let me keep it if I wash it off?”

You have to stifle your snickers because the baby chirps and half burps in response. You can vaguely see the dark blue of the baby’s eyes as he blinks in Jake’s firm hold. East’s lips purse and part, and you know it’s only a matter of time before you’ll be in need again. But you’re so in love, and hearing Jake talk to your son might be your newest favorite thing.

“Yeah, I had that feeling. You’ll learn sooner or later that your Mama’s words are law. She’s going to be the disciplinarian between the two of us, for sure. You’re already wrapped around my fingers. I’m not sure I could tell you no for anything.”

He sighs, sounding choked up as he trails a finger down the baby’s soft cheek. “I’ve got so much I want to teach you. How to smile and utilize those perfect Seresin dimples. How to talk your way out of any problem you face. How to make your Mama smile (and maybe cry) every Mother’s Day as we show her how amazing she is.”

He presses a soft kiss to the top of the baby’s head and rocks slightly back and forth on his heels, an action that doesn’t soothe your son even a little. East is squalling already, and you have a feeling he will ratchet up a bit higher in volume if he doesn’t get what he wants.

“Hey, Cowboy.” Your voice is soft as you get Jake’s attention.

“Morning, Bitsie-baby.” His smile is wide as he stares down at you.

“There’s no way it’s morning, Jake.” He shrugs and rocks back and forth a little more as the baby objects a little louder with each sway. “And gimme my son.”

Jake smirked as he transferred the baby, eyes softening as you situated East against your chest, snickering as the baby latched hungrily onto your breast for his midnight snack. 

“So he’s your son when you want him, but he’s mine when he’s got a nasty diaper?”

“Sounds about right, Seresin.”

“Well, he’s a Seresin, alright.” Jake snickers when you swat at his abs. “Made right for your tits, and aren’t they a pretty sight.”

“Not in front of the baby, Jacob.”

“Well, I dunno when I’m going to see them again one on one!”

“Try me when East’s two years old. Because I’m going to need that long to recover from having your big-headed child.” Your voice is as dry as the Sahara Desert as you laugh at your husband.

“Fair enough.” He tucks a wild strand of hair behind your ear and settles on the edge of the hospital bed. You snuggle into his side as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”

“I’ll take beautiful over the complete mess I probably am.”

“You look gorgeous, Bitsie!”

You snort. “Jake, I haven’t showered in 48 hours, I was in labor for most of it, and I just had a baby. So what about me looks beautiful to you at this moment?”

“Everything.” He presses a gentle kiss to your temple. “You’ve given me the best things in my life. You gave me your heart and a second chance with you. You gave me a family in you and our little Easton. You’ve changed my life.”

“If I didn’t find you gorgeous because of all of our relationship, then I’d definitely argue it is the memory of the lingerie you were wearing under your dress at last year's Navy Gala.”

“I think that lingerie was pretty life-changing for both of us, Cowboy.” You cradle Easton close and gesture for one of the many burp cloths arrayed on the table on Jake’s other side. “I’m about 90% sure that was the night we made East.” You pat the baby’s bottom gently, grimacing when he lets loose a surprisingly loud belch before cooing angelically. “Well, you certainly burp like your dad, don’t you?”

“Hey!” Jake tugs the baby out of your arms, swaying side to side as the baby’s eyes droop closed. He snuggles East close before laying him into the crib. You watch approvingly as he pulls the crib closer, the same worries about your newborn son in his mind as yours. “I’ll have you know, kiddo, that your mama loves my burps.”

“Don’t lie to our son. He’s not even a day old, Seresin, and you’re already lying to him!”

“Am I lying if I’m telling him the truth? His mama does love me.” You wrap your arms around his waist as he settles back into the hospital bed next to you.

“Yeah, she does.” You kiss his torso, nuzzling in close as he holds you close.

“I love you so much, Jake. I fell in love with you a long time ago, and I’m not likely to stop now. Having this,” you gesture to the hospital room at large, “is better than my best dreams. Though, I would prefer it if you could convince your mom and sister to let us have some time with East alone before they descend on us.”

“You got it, beautiful.” He runs his hands gently up and down your back. God, you're not sure you can give him up, not anymore. Right now, you're pretty sure that if Jake gets out of the hospital bed, you'll freeze solid.

“You were always my dream, Bitsie baby. Forever and always.” You barely hear the words, sleep pulling you under riptide-fast. But a part of you knows Jake doesn't mind. It's always been a not-so-secret fantasy of his, having his family at arm's reach. 

Honestly, you could get used to it too. Your Jake Seresin pillow is the best of the best, after all.

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Love Me Tender: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader (Mini Drabble)

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You’re last ones in The Hard Deck that night. Rooster’s still playing the piano as he sings quietly to himself, the serenade of ‘Love Me Tender’ flooding through the almost empty bar. Jake sways gently with you in the space by the pool table, where Bob and Phoenix play a game of nine ball. Jake’s cheek is pressed to yours as he holds you close, the scent of sea still clinging to his skin.

It’s been a minute since you did this, took a moment to just simply be. Life’s been too busy, there hasn’t been much time for the two of you, he’s been on mission aboard a carrier over the past few weeks, and you’ve been covering shifts for one of the other K9 handlers whilst they’ve been on leave.

“I’ve missed this.” He murmurs, his lips ghosting across your jaw as he speaks. “I’ve know I’ve not been around…”

He trails off as you tip your head up to meet his gaze. You know his relationships prior to you have been transient, a series of disasters that have ended due to the nature of his job. He worries sometimes, about what happens when he goes away, that you’ll wake up one morning and realise you’re better off without him. That you’ll find someone more solid, who’s a fixture in your everyday life.

“I’ve missed you too Jake.” You tell him. You see the edge of his mouth tipping up into handsome smile of his, the one that makes you weak at the knees. “Why don’t you come home with me tonight and I’ll show you just how much.”

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A/N: I only intended for this to be a one shot/imagine but due to the overwhelming support and interactions with my last post, I will turn this into a mini series. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. In honor of this becoming a multi-part series I have given it a proper name. I hope you continue to enjoy as much as I enjoy to entertain. 💜

Summary - Jealousy creates a divide and conflict between friends and love interests.

Pairing - Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Female!Reader (Single Mother Reader)

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Roses and Thorns - Part II

Y/n slowly opened the front door of Bradley’s house, taking her shoes off at the door. She walked down the hall, a white light flickering across the living room as she approached. Bradley sat on the couch, focusing on the tv.

“Hey B.” Y/n greeted, walking over to the couch. Bradley turned around quickly, his face lighting up as soon as he saw her.

“Y/n, how’d it go?” He asked eagerly.

Y/n hummed a chuckle, plopping down on the couch next to him. Y/n looked over at him and smiled. “Really good actually. I really enjoyed his company.”

Bradley huffed out a chuckle of disbelief. “Now that’s unexpected.”

Y/n punched him in the shoulder gently. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Bradley flinched lightly as the flat part of her fist made connection with his shoulder. The sound was louder than it actually hurt. It was all for dramatic effect. “I’m just saying I know Jake. The women he meets aren’t exactly the ‘dating’ type if you know what I’m saying.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. Bradley had always been over protective of her. She can’t even begin to count the amount of times he probably scared off a boy who liked her. She couldn’t be too upset with him though, He was an excellent judge of character, predicting every breakup she had. He was always there to pick up the pieces when they happened, and she did the same for him. Bradley always hated Rose’s dad from the beginning. He always said he never got the right vibe from the guy. In all, he was good until she brought up the pregnancy. Y/n told Bradley first, and just as he had predicted, rose’s father ran for the hills.

“Are you saying I’m not the dating type?” Y/n commented to provoke an answer.

Bradley violently shook his head back and forth. “No no no, you most definitely are.” He made a face after saying that, as though he was confused or disgusted by what he had just blurted out.

Y/n smirked a little, turning her attention back towards the TV. “Where’s Rose?”

“Passed out in the guest room.” He spoke. Bradley shifted his weight to look at y/n, placing a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

“Please stay here. I can’t stand the thought of you being in a hotel when there’s a perfectly good bed here. For free.” Bradley squeezed y/n’s shoulder and shook her gently to emphasize the last two words even more.

Y/n waved her hand dismissively at her friend and shook her head. “I couldn’t possibly impose.”

“I insist,” Bradley said more eagerly. “Having Rose around is nothing but a good time. Please.”

Y/n looked at him, raising an eyebrow quizzically. When Bradley poked out his bottom lip in a pout, she knew it was over.

“Alright!” She threw her hands up in surrender. “But you’re coming with me to get my bags.”

“Deal.” Bradley jumped up, grabbing y/n by the arm and dragging her through the house, the both of them laughing wildly.

Jake had arraigned for him and Bradley to meet at The Hard Deck to go over todays students notes. It had become somewhat of a tradition for the two, meeting there almost every night. Although, tonight Bradley was late and couldn’t figure out why. As he drank a beer, notebook in hand and observing his handwriting, he heard a chair scoot beside him. His attention was brought up to a blonde. Big curly hair, full plump lips and eyes so light blue they almost looked grey. She batted her eyelashes at him and gave him a gentle smile.

“I’ve not seen you around here before.” She commented, taking a drink from her own drink she electively brought over.

“Odd, because I’m here every night.” He commented, raising his eyebrow and his lips curling into a smirk. Old habits die hard he supposed, he flirted with the woman. This time, he had no underlying intention to take her to bed. But Jake Seresin wouldn’t be Jake Seresin if he turned down flirting.

The woman sucked on her teeth with her tongue, purposely leaning more into the table to accentuate her breasts in the low cut shirt. “Well maybe I just wanted an excuse to come talk to you then. I’m Megan.”

“Jake. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Her entire persona was radiating flirtatious tendencies. She had come over here on a mission, sober or not. And soon, Jake would find out why.

“I couldn’t help but notice the uniform, are you in the military?” She twirled her hair around her finger. Jake watched the yellow hair that was already curled stiffly move in between her fingers.

Jake took a drink of his beer and nodded at the woman's comment. "I am. Navy, I fly aircrafts."

"But the navy is the water, right? Ships and stuff? Because their mascot is a seal?" There comes a point in a date - or even just a conversation with a new person - where everything is going good up until they say that one thing. The one thing that twists your gut the wrong way or instantly causes you to become uninterested. Maybe its insensitive towards a minority or belittles an experience that you went through, but its the point of no return. Unfortunately, that had just happened to Jake. Whatever intentions this woman had with him were now unobtainable.

"That's not all that the Navy does." He said in a flat and monotoned voice, now very uninterested in where this conversation was leading. The Hard Deck was quiet tonight. A slow Tuesday evening with the few regulars chatting with Penny at the bar. Even the music wasn't at the level it usually was at. This was the reason that Jake was able to notice the bell on the door ringing, in walking Y/n, Bradley, and Maverick. Rose was on top of Bradley's shoulders, ducking her head way down as instructed when they walked through the door.

Jake felt his gut turn. He couldn't quite tell if it was jealousy or disappointment that he was feeling upon seeing Rose looking so happy while she sat high atop Bradley's shoulders. Bradley took his hands behind his head and lifted Rose up to remove her from the high perch. Penny happily rushed around the bar to greet the little girl who was now running on the ground towards the older woman. Jake wished that it was him walking into the establishment with the girl on his shoulders. He had never felt this way before, about anything.

"So what other things does the navy do?" Megan asked, breaking Jake from his trance.

"Huh?" He questioned, not fully hearing what he had said and now turning his attention towards her for a moment.

Just as she was about to speak again, her attention turned to the distance. Jake followed it, seeing Bradley and Y/n approaching the table. In between them, Rose had a hold of both their hands with either of hers. Bradley sat down next to Megan at the round table, leaving Y/n a spot across from Jake. She sat down, giving him a heartwarming smile. "Hi." She said plainly.

"Hi." He replied back sheepishly.

"Oh my god. She is so stinking cute." Megan raved from beside Jake, leaning down to look at Rose who had climbed in Bradley's lap. "What's your name, sweetie?" Megan asked.

Rose looked up at the woman. Jake could see the weariness in her big blue eyes as she scanned the woman's face. Rose didn't answer, instead she wrapped her little arms around Bradley's and hid her face. Bradley took his free hand and rubbed Rose on the back. "Hey you're okay kiddo."

Megan straightened her back out and looked up at Bradley. "Aw, what a good Dad."

From across the table Y/n let out a noise that sounded like a choke more than a scoff. She laughed and shook her head back and forth. Jake had never felt more jealousy in his entire life than he did in that moment. He didn't think it was possible to be jealous of Bradley Bradshaw, but in this moment, he was jealous monster. He wanted to be the one getting that kind of attention. If it were him, he would have said yes, whether he was the father or not.

"Definitely not the Dad." Bradley corrected her.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Y/n asked Megan in a challenging tone, her gaze flipping back and forth between the woman and Jake.

"I'm Megan." She chirped happily.

"And are you a friend of Jakes?" Bradley asked.

Jake finally gathered up the courage to speak his mind. "No." He said in a rather flat and rude tone. "She was just leaving." Jake gave her a sideways glance, waiting on her to take the hint. After a moment of staring, Megan rolled her eyes, dramatically getting up from the seat and briskly walking away. Once she was gone, Bradley placed Rose in the empty seat between them.

“Nice side piece, Jake.” Bradley teased his friend. Jakes gut turned sour. He looked over at y/n who wasn’t paying attention to the conversation as she looked over the drink menu. On a normal day, he wouldn’t mind Bradley’s banter. In fact it wouldn’t be far from the truth. But with y/n sitting right next to him he felt the need to lash out and defend himself. He didn’t have an interest in that woman and wanted desperately for y/n to know that.

“Not a side piece.” He grumbled at Bradley.

“French fries!” Rose piped up from her seat. Jake looked over at her and smiled. She looked up at him and batted her long, black eyelashes.

“We’re eating at Uncle Mavericks house baby, no French fries.” Y/n informed her daughter. Rose pouted her lip at her mother and looked up at jake. His heart melted, he looked desperately between the two other adults that were at the table. They didn’t seem to pay attention to Roses pouting lip. Jake hadn’t spent a lot of time around kids, not ones as cute as her anyway. Bradley and y/n had developed an immunity. Jake was completely and utterly vulnerable.

“I’m gonna go get one more beer before we get started.” Jake announced, standing up from his chair and walking over to the bar. He leaned over the counter, waiting to catch penny’s attention.

“What can I get for you Jake?” She asked, a kind and charming smile on her face.

“A Budweiser and a basket of fries please, Penny Dear.”

Penny smirked a little as she reached for a glass. She popped the keg and poured it for him. “The fries for Rose?” Penny asked. Jake felt his heart skip a beat and his face get red with embarrassment.

“As far as we’re concerned, they’re for me.” He gave her a playful wink.

Penny hummed a chuckle and set his beer down on the counter for him.

“You know, Bradley told us about your date with Y/n. We’re having dinner tonight, you should come.”

Jakes heart lifted at the opportunity to spend more time with y/n. “Really? I wouldn’t want to impose.”

Penny shook her head. “I insist. We will eat around 8.”

Jake smiled at Penny gratefully. He took his beer and his basket of French fries and returned to the table, plopping down next to Rose. This caught the others’ attention, which was drawn to the fries. Y/n smirked a little, looking between jake and the food on the table.

“Those wouldn’t be for Rose, would they?” She asked.

Jake smirked a little, popping a French fry into his mouth. “Nope. They’re all for me. Every single one.” Jake took a French fry from the basket and brought it under the table. His hand glided towards Rose. She looked at the fry then up at the man. Jake brought a finger to his lips in a shushing motion. Rose erupted into quiet giggles as she took the fry from his hand and shoved it into her mouth.

Jake looked back at y/n, who had a fond smile on her face. She shook her head at Jake, still with a wide smile. Jake smiled back at her, feeling a flutter in his heart.

Jake was nervous beyond belief pulling up to Maverick and Penny's shared home. He wondered if Penny had told the others that he was coming. He really hoped that was the case, it would be awkward otherwise.

He approached the door and slowly raised his hand to knock, thinking for a brief moment if he should turn around and leave. Nobody would miss him if he didn't show up. He listened to the voices that could be heard inside. The voices were muffled, it was hard to distinguish who was who, except for one. Rose let out a scream that turned into loud laughter.

That alone was enough to make Jake bring his hand back up and knock on the door. There were some voices and shuffling from inside the house before the door handle twisted and then swung open. Jake was met with the smiling face of penny, her hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He assumed she was still cooking considering he arrived a little early.

"I'm so glad you could make it." She said breathily, almost in relief. "You think I'd miss it?" Jake retorted.

"Jake!" Rose's voice exclaimed excitedly and he saw the tiny human running over to him. He knelt down and held his arms open to her. Rose tried to do the same thing her mom did that day on the beach, ducking her shoulder to tackle him. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Jake caught her in the air, flipping her around so she now hung upside-down in his arms up in the air. She let out a string of high pitched giggles which warmed Jakes heart.

"What's up, Kiddo?"

In-between laughs she managed to say, "Come play with us." Jake looked over to where Y/n and Bradley sat on the living room floor, the coffee table pushed aside and disregarded so there was more room. Jake walked over, dramatically swaying Rose from side to side before throwing her down on the couch.

Jake sat down on the floor next to Y/n and met her gaze. They shared a smile and Jake kept his gaze with her until she broke it. Y/n leaned in to whisper in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "She's been asking to see you since earlier today when you secretly bought her those fries."

"Really?" Jake exclaimed, almost too eagerly. The thought of the little girl wanting to see him again triggered something inside of him that could only be described as paternal.

"Oh yeah, it's been driving Bradley up the wall." Jake glanced over at Bradley with a smirk on his face. Bradley responded by rolling his eyes and picking up a stuffed animal off the floor.

Rose jumped down from the couch and walked over to the stuffed animal that Bradley had in his hands and took it from him. She walked over to Jake and handed him the toy that was previously in Bradley's. "You can be the Zebra."

"Rosie I thought I was the zebra." Bradley protested.

Rose looked over her shoulder at him and said "Not anymore." With as much emotion as a rock. Y/n's hands flew to her mouth as she snorted out a laugh. She looked like she was trying very hard not to laugh.

"Dinner's Ready!" Penny called. Which was probably good for Bradley, he looked like he was about to explode from jealousy. He got up quickly and went into the kitchen, leaving Jake and Y/n on the floor. They looked over at each other only for a brief moment before bursting into laughter.

Dinner was pleasant, the food was amazing, conversations flowed easily. Despite how many times Jake tried, Bradley would hardly look his direction. And when he, did it was in a scowl. Jake thought this behavior was odd. Bradley was normally such a passive and easygoing guy, so this sudden change of character was noticeable. At least it was to Jake.

Now, the 5 adults sat on the couch and in armchairs all talking, having a few drinks. Rose was playing with her various stuffed animals on the floor. It was 10 o'clock now, way past her bedtime assumably. A large yawn escaped her lips and she stood up, wobbling over to the couch. Rose grabbed onto her mothers pant leg and tugged a little. Y/n, still amidst conversation, picked Rose up and plopped her down in the space between her and Jake. He watched as the little girl swayed side to side, fighting off sleep before finally succumbing to it. Her little body flopped over into Jake's shoulder, out like a light. Jake smiled, moving her head from his shoulder and slowly lowering her down into his leg. He looked down at her sleeping body, little limbs spread out wildly. His heart warmed, that warmth spreading all over his body. Love, this feeling was love. But it wasn't the kind of love he was familiar with. It was new, warmer, lighter, it was as though a hidden cave was uncovered in his chest.

"Someone's wiped." Y/n speaking caught Jakes attention. He met her eyes, soft, motherly eyes and a gentle smile. She was even more beautiful now with her hair tossed up lazily and her mascara slowly wearing off of her face. If they were alone, he would have kissed her then and there. "I can take her." Y/n began to put her hands around the small girls torso.

"No need, I don't mind. I promise." Jake reassured her. Y/n gave him a smile that warmed him almost as much as Rose falling asleep on him. He didn't partake in much conversation after that, he mostly paid attention to the sleeping child. He brushed his fingers lightly over her soft h/c hair.

Unfortunately, all good thing must come to an end. It was time for them to depart. Jake offered to carry Rose out to the car. He walked out the door with Y/n in front of him and Bradley trailing behind. Jake took on the challenge of putting Rose in the car seat. It took a couple tries of Y/n laughing quietly at him. Once she was fastened in the car door was shut quietly.

"Thank you for your help with her. She's really taken a liking to you."

Jake smirked, leaning with one arm against the car and leaning into Y/n's face slightly. "That's good, because I've taken a liking to her."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, looking at him expectedly. "And?" She asked.

"And her mother just so happens to be a very beautiful, sexy woman who I also happen to like." He put on the charm, the largest smirk plastered on his face.

Y/n rolled her eyes with a large grin plastered on her face. She rolled up onto her toes and placed a kiss on his cheek before returning to her flat feet. "Goodnight Jake."

"Goodnight Y/n."

Jake walked around to his car, about to open the driver side door when he was stopped by Bradley. There was something off, his energy seemed hostile and angry. That feeling was proven when he spoke. "Where do you get off playing Dad, huh?"

"Excuse me?" Jake was flabbergasted by the outburst.

"You've never once mentioned anything about wanting a family, and your actions with women sure as hell have never exemplified that."

Jake squared off his shoulders and narrowed his eyebrows at Bradley. "Oh so you can parade around getting asked if you're the father but I can't enjoy spending time around a happy little kid?"

"Oh please we both know you're not interested in Rose, you just want to sleep with Y/n."

It took every ounce of strength inside of Jake not to lay Bradley out on the pavement. He didn't want Y/n to see that side of him. No matter how desperately he wanted to show it. Instead Jake smiled, clapping a hand roughly on Bradley's shoulder which caused the other male to jump slightly.

"Have a good night, Brad."

With that, Jake got into his truck, slamming the door shut and whipping furiously out of the drive.

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