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is it too soon to do this yet? - jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader

Word Count: 1,977 words

Summary: this aint for the best, my reputation's never been worse so, you must like me for me. we can't make any promises now can we babe? // is it cool that i said all that? is it chill that you're in my head? cause i know that it's delicate. is it cool that i said all that? is it too soon to do this yet? 'cause i know that it's delicate.

Content Warning: fluff!! possibly insta-love for those put off by that.

Author Note: first: i wrote something?? on time??? second: for @ohtobeleah 's galentines writings :))) unedited/unbetaed we die like idiots

you had been here for a good time. your friend was getting married and her bachelorette was taking place in this quiet coastal town near a naval base. had that been part of the appeal? absolutely. who didn't want to watch a bunch of walking red flags as they did their daily trainings on the beach?

a little dive bar friday night with a shoddy jukebox, cheap beer and countless sailors - it had been the most fortunate surprise when you'd walked in with no other plans but to show off your sashed friend.

luckily for your group, sailors were suckers for a good bride to be and her girl crew. even luckier for you since you'd been playing DD for the last three days of the five day trip and you were finally able to take a damned sip of alcohol, which you rightfully deserved. glass in hand, you approach the jukebox to survey the music choices as the other girls were served shots (you wanted a drink not a hangover). you're about to pick out a song when you realize the machine hadn't been modernized and it still took cash. sadly, you spin back to the bar but not before dousing the man behind you in the makings of your whiskey sour.

"fuck, i am so sorry-" a hand grips your arm and he shakes his head.

"no, no, don't worry, i'm just upset on your behalf. what a waste of good whiskey." you look up, green eyes charming their way into easing your guilt. "I was gonna offer you a song, but ugh- maybe i ought to offer you a drink instead?"

he ends up buying both.

and as your friends sing along to the ancient song on the jukebox, you sit with this lone aviator and get to know him. long after your friends have retreated to the airbnb.

it was funny to think that was almost a six weeks ago. you'd flown to california for one week of fun and never went back, thanks to a rouge cowboy with eyes that matched the jumpsuit he donned to work each day.

you'd been crashing at an short-term rental since your friend's bachelorette, save for the weekend of the actual wedding, when jake had been your plus-one. everyone had relished in how the string of fate had connected you like this.

they'd also spoken of how insane you were. to uproot your entire life for the sake of what was supposed to be a one night fling. but it didn't bother you. not when the expansive reach of his hand had guided you through crowds that night. had danced with you and made a part fool of you both. i am a fantastic dancer, i have no idea where these guys are getting the idea i'm a trainwreck. his voice so easy and content on the drive back to the hotel that night.

now here you were, cooking for the two of you in his apartment as you waited on your boyfriend to get back from work. the label was maybe a week old at this point, but it fit him like a damn glove. so much so you'd started reaching out to potential leasers to sublet your apartment back home. maybe you were rushing into this. your job had been fine with you staying out in california longer - you were remote anyways, that had been the main perk of the job. but moving? for a man you'd known maybe a month?

the door slams shut and the entire apartment shakes. jake's place was small, tiny even, so you're greeted with his tense expression the minute you look up from your spot at the kitchen counter. "hey baby, how was-"

"fine." he grits the word out, dropping his duffel to the floor and disappearing down the hall. the bedroom door shuts with a click instead of a bang this time.

this wasn't boding well for you. you had a grand plan to make dinner, watch movies and have a nice and easy night in together, maybe talk for a bit. you'd wanted to discuss going to see an apartment this weekend. you didn't want to move in together, but you needed to look for a place of your own instead of crashing here so much. if this was going down that road. yet, the pilot seems to be in the worst mood to have that kind of discussion.

when he finally comes back to the kitchen, he slinks in behind you and presses a quick kiss to your head. "how was that call you were dreading." he's changed out of his uniform, a pair of sweatshorts on his waist, a dark t-shirt on his shoulders as he glides to the fridge. the tension is still carried in his frame even if he isn't outwardly acting as if there is something bothering him.

"ugh, it was - it was fine." now you're shutting off just like he was. it might be just you mirroring his actions, or maybe it was more. uncertainty? uneasiness? doubt?

the crack of teeth on an apple pulls you from your mind. you look to the fruit in his hand as he steps out to the living room on the opposite side of the kitchen wall. "i- dinner is almost ready, you know."

the tv stirs to life, echoing off the walls of the bachelor pad. the lack of decorations or real furnishings had been one of your reasons for wanting to pull the trigger on the move. to have some of your belongings back in your life, some familiarity.

"yeah, i'll eat." finally you're over it. you're not taking this from him, not when you had shit on your own mind that needed to be addressed. turning the burner off you step out of the kitchen, coming to the coffee table and snagging the remote. with it switched off, he looks at you with offense. "i said i'd eat what is the big deal?"

"what is going on with you?" your hands come across your chest as hangman snags the apple with his teeth as he dives into his pocket for his phone.

"nut-ing" the word comes out odd since his jaw is unable to move. you raise your eyebrows at him, which earns a similar reaction from the blonde. groaning he pulls the apple from his mouth. "rough day at work. got my ass handed to me by my superior, everyone talking shit because i flew better than anyone else- just in a piss poor mood. i'm sorry." you stare at him with concern now. it was just a bad day? then why was he suddenly as secure as a vault? locked away with high tech security and an obnoxiously long passcode.

"that's not all of it." you pry, slowly coming to sit down next to him. but when you do, he immediately stands up.

"yeah it is." he moves over to the kitchen again, tossing the apple core away. frustration eats at you again, tilting your head as your tone sharpens as he starts to step down the hallway.

"are you going to talk to me like your girlfriend or just like some bitch you're keeping around? cause right now it feels more like the second one." he freezes and his head drops back.

"look, i don't do the talking about emotions thing, i don't do the-"

"oh bullshit." you stand and march down the hallway, coming to stand behind him as his head sinks. "you put your heart on your sleeve when i saw you cry at dane and avery's wedding. and when you laughed to me about your childhood dog when you were drunk the night before at the rehearsal. or how you just seemed to stare at me with no concern in the world when we went out for ice cream last week - you do emotions. you do them and you feel them more heavily than most people i know." he slowly spins to look at you. "so start talking." the command is softer than the rest of your words.

finally, he relents. you sit on the couch with bated breath as he explained that he doesn't have the social life he had presented to you that first night. that his coworkers all think he's an asshole, that he's a dick and he isn't the kind of person to be friends with. "up until now, i didn't think i was the kind of person to be a boyfriend, let alone a friend."

it stung a little. jake as little as you had known him, had been one thing - confident. reassured in his personality and his work. he had this charisma around him that lured you in without him needing to really try. "i don't know how you believe that." you speak softly, pushing hair out of his face as it falls, gel from this morning weak from the impact of G-force pressures and california humidity. "you're a fun guy. you always make me laugh. i feel so.. safe around you. it's hard to imagine anyone else not appreciating that like i do."

jake's laid back on the couch now, looking up at you before looking at the ceiling. "yeah, well i guess the reality is that i'm easy to hate, hard to love. an acquired taste."

"that couldn't be further from the truth." it slips out so easily. green eyes perk up in curiosity.

"angel, i'm- to make it quick, i'm a menace. people know my callsign and they know my reputation. a selfish dick looking to get to the top and on top of women. hell, i don't know why you've stuck around as long as you have, so clearly somehow i've rubbed off on you."

your legs shift as you try to adjust on the couch to look at him better. "jake, i'm not going to be that girl. it would be a little weird if i was that girl, i mean, it's been what, a month?" he's slowly raising onto his elbows when you start in your ramblings, "but, you just- you take me by surprise in the best way, at every turn. yeah, sure they have some idea of you but it's not jake. it's not the guy who's impulsively buying karaoke machines to have idiotic nights in, or the guy who's sneaking pictures before anyone can notice because you're sentimental. or even the guy who hides the tears in his eyes at the end of how to train your dragon-"

he points at you with an amused expression, "you saw the way that dragon curls around him, he saved him." you can't hold back the laugh.

"my point is: hangman is so, so far from jake. cause i mean, i love jake, he's... he's my guy. and i don't get what's so hard to love about that." you give a small smile until it computes in your head what you've said. "i ugh..." jake keeps a coy grin on his features, leaning into his chin now that he's rolled onto his stomach, knowingly catching onto what you've said. "is it cool that i said that? i mean i- we can pretend that i didn't and forget this ever happened-"

he cuts you off with a soft press of lips to your own. the taste of apple juice still lingers on his chapped skin, before he pulls away. "it's cool." he offers, a hand coming to take your own.

"i promise i won't say it again." there's a mad blush on your face and jake just laughs.

"ah, don't you go promising nothing. let's just go finish dinner, yeah?"

and jake takes his rightful place next to you at the stove, towering over you as his head bounces along to the music you've put on, glancing at apartment listings that you pull up.

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Touch and Go

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: You and Jake had been sleeping together for months, and as sure as you were of your feelings for him, you were unsure of his for you. He, however, certainly knew how he felt about you, and after you decide to go on a long trip without telling him, he lets you know just exactly what’s on his mind.

Notes/warnings: 18+ (No Minors!) public smut, fingering, angsty-ish stuff, fluffiness, love confessing and all that, self-doubt, insecurities, cursing-type language, best-bud Rooster (not really a warning but I love him). This was not supposed to be this long at all, but ya know, things happen and unexpected stuff (smut) weasels its way into your careful plans without permission, which I personally think is rude, but here we are.

Words: 4101

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The moment you realized you had fallen in love with Jake “Hangman” Seresin, you were disappointed in yourself for an entire three months. The relentless teasing and flirting had worn you down, and while he didn’t seem to know he succeeded in making you feel something for him, it made that fact no less true.

But you didn’t know if he felt something for you. Sure, he showed his hatred when other men approached you with some suggestive smirks on their lips, but you always figured that was more of a possessive tick so that he could keep his fuck-buddy his fuck-buddy, and no one else’s. You knew how unfair it was of him to expect you to stay by his side while he went around flirting with anything that had an ass and decent tits, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. If he wanted you, he had you, at any time, any place, and you felt like an idiot for it.

When you first met, his flirting irritated you to no end. Being friends Rooster and Phoenix quickly brought you into the little group of pilots, and it took all of thirty seconds for Jake to descend upon you with his winks, and grins, and appreciative stares that traveled up and down the form of your body.

Back then, his attitude and cockiness repulsed you. For weeks you did your best to stay away from him, but he always managed to find you, pulling out his charms in full force until the day came when you started to find them less annoying and more exciting. And after you started sleeping together, being around him was something you couldn’t stop yourself from craving. It wasn’t just his cock that made you surrender every time he asked if he could come over to your house, it was the way he was with you after. Once you were both sated, laying next to each other with heavy breaths in sync, he would roll over on the mattress, wrap his arm around your waist, and tug you closer until your back was to his chest. Then he’d kiss your exposed shoulder and nuzzle his nose against the line of your neck before passing out.

Those nights, often as they were, began to make you think he had some variation of feelings for you, but the mornings would come and he’d be gone. You’d banish all hopeful thoughts of mutual affection until the next day when the two of you found one another again and repeated the same little game.

“Ok, Y/N,” Rooster stressed your name as he tried to block every path you could take to get to the dresser in your bedroom. Every step you took he’d sidestep and create a muscled wall before you; over and over again until you threw your duffel bag on the ground with a loud groan. “Y/N, you really can’t leave right now.”

You plopped back on your bed, rubbing your hands up and down your face as the pilot stared at you. “Why the hell not?”

“Because he will lose his shit, and you know it,” Rooster said. “Why, Y/N! Why on God’s green earth would you want me to suffer like that?”

“You,” you snapped. “How would you be suffering?”

Rooster rose his muscled arms in disbelief before letting them fall back into place, slapping against the outside of his jean-clad thighs with a clap. “You’re kidding me, right? He’s annoying as shit when he gets like this. He’s going to be a total ass. He’ll be so agitated in the sky that he’ll be shooting all of us down left and right. We’ll be doing push-ups until the end of next week!”

Raising an eyebrow, your head tilted in consideration. “Maybe you guys should stop playing that game then.”

“You’re really missing the point here, Y/N.”

But you weren’t. You knew what Rooster was getting at, what everyone had been getting at for months. They all had some theory that whenever you went out of town, even if just for a night or two, Hangman became even more of an arrogant, selfish prick than he already was. You, however, knew that Jake, regardless of how easily he could snap his fingers and find a woman in his bed, just didn’t want the annoyance of having his go-to sex partner out of arms reach.

“Look, it’s not even just about today,” Rooster continued. “We have a mission in sixteen days—not exactly a simple one—and if you’re not here when—”

You held up your hand to stop him. “Don’t finish that sentence, Rooster. My presence does not affect his ability to do his job.”

“You’ve never been gone when we’ve had to go on a mission,” he said, and he looked at you like those words should have been enough to make you understand the severity of the situation, but you just shrugged.

“Rooster, one does not have to do with the other. For whatever reason, you’re seeing something that is not there. I—” you put a hand on your chest “—am not an emotional pillar for Jake Seresin.”

“I don’t know about that,” he mumbled. Leaning back against your dresser with arms crossed, Rooster’s lips pursed in dissatisfaction. “How long are you going to be gone again?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “A month.”

He straightened his form and dropped his arms. “A month?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re killing me,” Rooster whimpered, but when you didn’t respond, he said, “You’re going to say goodbye, right?”

You stood and snatched your duffel off the ground then gently shoved your friend to the side so you could grab some underwear to toss in the bag. “I said goodbye to everyone last night at the bar.”

“Not to him.”

You shrugged again, “Well, he wasn’t there. He was probably busy with some other woman I’m sure he picked up.”

“Other woman?” Rooster’s eyebrows pinched. “Y/N, Hangman doesn’t hav—”

“Rooster, I don’t want to talk about this right now,” you said with a soft smile before you inched up on your toes to kiss his cheek. “I have to catch a plane, and in order to catch that plane, I need to pack, and in order to pack—”

His lips thinned but then his head dropped and he said, “You need me to leave.”

“I do.” You nodded. “And I mean it in the most loving way possible.”

“If you loved me, cared about my well-being and that of the rest of the team, you wouldn’t go.”

You didn’t like the concern on his face. It created a swirling feeling in your gut. “I need a break,” you said, “from here. Just a little one, and then I’ll be back.”

The whole team had watched Hangman relentlessly attack a punching bag for the better half of the afternoon. The grunts he made in time with the smacks of fist against bag filled the room with an angry echo that cleared out every other pilot in the gym, with the exception of Phoenix and Rooster, who both observed the cocky blond with an eye of curiosity.

“What’s with him,” Phoenix asked as they watched Hangman attempt to release his aggression.

“Other than the usual?” Rooster snickered, but then his features straightened, and he said, “Y/N left this morning and didn’t tell him.”

“What?” The brunette faced him fast with a smack to his bicep that Rooster immediately rubbed at. “Why?”

Rooster knew exactly why; well, once he put the pieces together, he did. What he and the team eventually learned to see in Hangman, you had not. They knew that the moment he met you his womanizing days were over, but somehow, that was a change in him you couldn’t see for yourself. The irritating blond pilot was in love with you, and everyone within a ten-mile radius could vouch for that, but after Rooster’s chat with you that morning, he knew you had no idea. He knew there was something holding you back from seeing the truth.

Rooster sighed. “Because those two have very different perspectives of their relationship.”

Rooster expected a lot after their day of training ended. He expected the group to head to the Hard Deck for some drinks, which they did. He expected Payback and Phoenix to pick up where they left off in their little pool competition, which resumed the moment the table was in sight. He expected Hangman to be moping, features twisted in agitation as he drowned himself in one too many beers, which he was certainly on his way to accomplishing. What he didn’t expect was to see your face, but there you were, shuffling through the front door.

When you walked in the bar, he immediately took in the state of your posture, your shoulders rolled over a little more than usual. The hollows under your eyes where darker and your hair slightly mussed. You looked miserable, exhausted, and Rooster didn’t let another beat pass before he was setting his beer down and quickly making his way over to you.

You released a heavy breath at the sight of a friendly face and he wrapped you up in his arms.

“What’s up, kid,” he asked, his eyebrows drawn in concern when he pulled back to closer examine the dulled look in your Y/E/C eyes. “What are you doing here?”

With a hand on your lower back, he led you over to the bar, and when Penny looked at him, silently asking if you needed a drink, he nodded then sat in the stool next to yours.

“I thought you left like, ten hours ago.”

Your neck craned forward and you rubbed at your forehead, thanking Penny when she set a fresh beer in front of you. Taking a generous sip, you said, “Flight got canceled. I spent all day at the airport before I decided to give up.”

“I’m sorry.” Rooster ran a comforting hand up and down your back. “When you finish that,” he nudged his head towards your drink, “do you want to go somewhere else? I’ll take you wherever you want.”

Impressively, you downed the rest of the beer, slammed it down on the counter, and hopped up out of your seat. “I’m ready now.”

Rooster chuckled. “Alright, let me just go let the group know I’m leaving.”

Nodding, you stayed put as Rooster wove through body after body until he reached his team.

“Guys, I’m heading out.”

“Already,” Phoenix asked.

“Yea,” Rooster stretched the word, and he quickly scanned the area for the blond pilot, but without him in view, he looked back to the group. “Y/N’s here.”

Bob beamed at your name. “She didn’t go?”

The confirmation was on his lips, but Rooster couldn’t get the word out before Hangman appeared and said, “Who?”

The pilots all looked at one another with questioning glances, one not knowing more than another who should speak first. But then Phoenix rolled her eyes. ‘’We have to tell him,” she said.

Of all, Rooster wasn’t surprised Phoenix would feel such a way. She was the first to notice when Hangman’s suggestive stares gave way to ones of desperate longing. She was the one to nudge his shoulder with hers and tell him that he was bound to look like a creep if he kept watching you the way he was whenever you were in the same room. She was also the one to tell him to get his shit together if he had genuine feelings for you, which clearly, to everyone but you, he figured out how to do.

He was always by your side the moment you entered into his sights. Unless he was playing pool, his arm was glued to your waist. Every time he would sit down, his first move was to pull you onto his lap. And Phoenix felt a certain level of pride in knowing that she got the cockiest pilot at Top Gun to show his true feelings.

So, it was no shock that when no one made a move to contradict her, she turned her head to meet Hangman’s stare, and stated rather directly, “Y/N’s here.”

“What!” The surprise had him standing a little straighter. Rooster knew his own expression, once Hangman glanced at him, would all but prove the truth: that you were here, you were forty feet away, hidden by masses of bodies in the bar, and you had no intention of seeing him. “Where is she, Rooster?”

He groaned at Rooster’s hesitation, and without waiting for a response, started to move in the only direction you could have been, eyes shifting around the other bar patrons as he tried to spot you amongst the crowd.

Rooster put a hand on Hangman’s chest to stop him, receiving an intense scowl in return that easily could have burned through to the back of his skull. A piece of him felt the guilt of it, of keeping a man away from the woman he loved, especially knowing the circumstances of the misunderstandings between you. But to Rooster, you came first. If you weren’t going to mention seeing Hangman, then he wasn’t going to force the subject. “She’s tired right now.”

“Too damn bad,” he growled and shoved Rooster’s hand off him.

The group watched Hangman weave his way through the room until the top of his blond hair blended in with every other head in the bar.

Phoenix shot Rooster a glance when the latter hadn’t followed after their teammate. “I’m surprised you’re not going to intervene.”

He shook his head, and a moment later as he watched Hangman lead you out the door onto the beach, he said, “It’s probably time they sort this one out for themselves.”

The second the humid, salty air hit your face, Jake released your hand. You stopped in your tracks in the sand, but he kept walking, and he made it all of ten feet before he whipped around to face you, anger taking root in his stare.

“You just—” he began, but then he paused, ran a hand down his face, and turned towards the water again.

You took a tentative step forward. “Jake—”

“Don’t,” he snapped at the sea, but then he was once again twisting in his spot and meeting your eyes. “I mean, what the actual fuck, Y/N.” His tone was just short of soft, your name falling from his lips like a hopeless plea for understanding. “How could you just—for a damn month?”

You felt yourself flushing from chest to cheeks and your eyes couldn’t help but lower to the sand beneath your feet.

“No, none of that,” he said, then his hands were on either side of your face, tilting your head up. “Look at me. Y/N, look at me.”

Slowly, you dragged your eyes up to meet his. Were he not holding you, you would’ve shied under the intensity of his gaze. Something swirled within the green of his irises, an uncertainty that was asking for relief.

“Do you have any feelings for me at all,” he asked.

“W-What?” Your voice cracked around the word. The last question you ever imagined coming out of his mouth he asked with such a surety that it nearly shoved you back a step, and his eyes averted at the reaction you failed to conceal.

“Just—” he released you and scratched at the back of his neck, “If you don’t, I want you to tell me now, because—fuck, we’ve been sleeping together for something like two-thirds of a year, so I thought…”

He began to turn away, taking a handful of steps before he paused and left you with only the profile of his face, it more defined by the background of the near pitch-black beach behind him. His hands rested on his hips and he opened his mouth to speak, but instead a laugh came out in the form of a deep huff.

“You thought what, Jake,” you pressed, a piece of you strengthening in his silence. You needed to know. You needed it like you needed your next breath. “Jake,” you called a little louder.

“Forget it—I don’t know.”

“Then why did you bring me out here?”

He shook his head to himself and lightly groaned before staring at you. That look was back in his eyes, that uncertainty; a sudden lack of confidence so unexpected in a man like him. He’d never shown a vulnerability outside of the four walls of your bedroom, and even then, you weren’t sure you could call it that. Two months into sleeping together, he switched, became soft, gentle in a way that stunned you, but that air of cockiness never fully left him. Now it seemed…different, altered by his own will, as if he knew that you needed to see it in him. Then he said,

“I love you, Y/N.”

Your lips parted just barely.

“I’m in love with you.” He walked towards you in sure, stable strides. Not the way you would have had you just confessed the same. You wouldn’t make the short distance with your knees that wobbled so traitorously you could barely stand as it was.

His hand rose to cup your cheek, hovering by your face for a moment before it dropped back to his side.

“I can never tell what’s going on in that damn head of yours,” he said, “So I never said anything. But I thought you at least felt enough for me to let me know if you were planning to disappear for a month.”

“I—” you swallowed. “I don’t understand.” And you truly didn’t, no matter how much you wanted to. Your brain overworked to collect a million memories you were sure were buried in the crevices of your mind, ones of him that would now prove himself wrong; ones of him flirting with other women since you started sleeping together, or ones where he acted like he didn’t want to be with you, but you couldn’t find them; nothing was there but the nagging piece that convinced you he didn’t care for you no matter how lost in that dream you ever let yourself get. “You—You’re always gone when I wake up. You never stay.”

“You never ask me to” he said, weakness in his tone. “I sneak out every morning before you wake up. I worry you think I will have crossed a line because you never tell me you want me to stay with you.”

You waited for him to take it back, tell you it was a cruel joke, but it didn’t come. He just stood there, patiently.

“Oh,” came out in a breathy whisper, “God.”

And before you had another second to think, you put your hands at the back of his neck, pulled him down and kissed him. If it surprised him, you couldn’t tell. His arms were instantly around your waist, tugging your body flush against his as his lips moved with yours.

You couldn’t feel anything but him, and you wanted him…now, your better judgement neglecting the fact that a bar full of people, if they had the half-thought to look out the windows or door, would have a front row seat to everything. But you didn’t care. You wanted him on top of you, your bodies in the sand, cooled only by the night breezes carried by the sea. You wanted his skin touching yours, his lips marking you with possessive kisses, his fingers inside of you, stretching and preparing you for the moment he replaced them with his cock. You wanted him to fuck you until you were crying from the mix of pleasure and the fresh understanding that you had his love. And by the way his hands started to sneak their way under your tee, he wasn’t doing much better at holding back from wanting the same.

You stepped backwards, mouths still connected as you slowly led him out of the direct light from the bar and closer to the shadows that lined the edge of the building. One of his hands slipped into the front of your leggings, through the slickness of your folds before he shoved two fingers inside of you.

Your kiss broke as a gasp fell from your lips and you wrapped your arms tighter around his neck to keep from collapsing. You breathed unsteadily into the crook of his neck, and it was only when he felt your fingers start to weave through the ends of his hair that he began to pump his own in and out, in and out, curling to hit that spot inside you that made your legs quiver.

“There we go, sweetheart,” he whispered, then turned his head to nuzzle his nose against your cheek.

It never took much to get you to cum for him. Knowing he was the one making you feel so good made everything that much more intense. He knew your body, knew your moans and sighs and cries. He could play with you and make you sing for him. And right now, you were putty in his arms, but you wanted more than his fingers.

“Jake,” you whimpered, and by the way he hummed in response you knew he had a smirk on his handsome face. “Please.”

He paused his movements and leaned is head back to look at you, making sure he was correct in what he thought he heard in your plea. You looked at him, eyebrows the tiniest bit pinched, as you chewed on your bottom lip.

“Ok, sweetheart,” he said, and nodded before he let go of you to take a few steps back into the bar’s light to check for any activity. He waited a good minute, watching the windows carefully as bodies shifted around bodies and laughs mingled with laughs, then, looking back at you, he repeated, “Ok.”

He walked to you, his fingers undoing his belt and yanking down his zipper, then he whispered, “come here,” right before he lifted you off the ground so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

Your back hit the outer wall of the building and you reached down the middle of your bodies to find the small hole you’d worn into your leggings at the inner thigh. Never had you been so happy to wear cheap clothing in public.

Jake held you stable as you split the inner seam of your leggings with one sharp jerk, then he reached in his pants and pulled out his cock. He pumped himself once, twice, then nudged the edge of your underwear to the side with his tip before shoving himself fully inside you.

His hand over your mouth muffled the moan he knew was coming, but it was quickly replaced by his lips. He groaned into the kiss at the feel of your walls squeezing him, dragging his cock out and then back in at a torturous pace until you adjusted enough for him to move faster. His thrusts reached so deep your vision practically blurred with each one, and you felt those tears stinging in the corners of your eyes.

You mumbled his name a couple of times, cried it a few more when his hips would snap into yours. He would go back and forth from watching the expression he gave to your face and leaning his head forward to nibble and suck at your neck and shoulder. But you wanted him to open his eyes and keep them on you, so said his name again, this time with a gentle kiss to his lips. His thrusts slowed.

“Look at me,” you sighed sweetly, and he did. You wished you could drink in that look in his eyes. The way he stared at you—the green brighter, like being inside of you gave him a surge of life—could make you drunk. You loved it. You loved him. “I love you,” you said.

He let out a sharp breath, as if he had been holding it in out of uncertainty. His head fell forward and warm kisses lined your collarbone.

“When you get into my bed tonight, Jake Seresin,” you continued while those kisses slowly made their way up the column of your neck, “do not get out of it until I tell you otherwise.”

With a smile, his eyes met yours. He kissed your lips and pressed a long one to your forehead. Then, just loud enough for you to hear, he whispered against your skin, “Yes, Ma’am,” before his hips began to move again.

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crazyk-imagine · 9 months

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The Rules of Friends with Benefits

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

Word Count: 4,321

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry."

You pause, "you're sorry?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Is it though?"

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

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

"Why me?"

"What?"

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

He's quiet.

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

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

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

He shrugs.

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

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

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

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

"In other words, they were horny."

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

You raise your hands and scoot back into your seat.

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

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

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

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

"Hey now-"

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

"So?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe."

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

"No."

"You are."

"I- no."

"Go take these to your kids."

"They're not mine."

"They might as well be."

“What are you writing there, Wings?”

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

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

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

“You sound so excited.”

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

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

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

He shrugs.

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

He nods.

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

“Makes sense to me.”

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

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

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

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

You snort. ‘If only you knew, Nat.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jake’s smirk only widens.

You regret starting this with him.

“Was he any good?”

That question gets her to stop. “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

SparrowBird

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

“Idiot” 3:24pm Sent Read

WannabeCowboy

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

SparrowBird

“Sure, it wasn’t” 3:26pm Sent Read

WannabeCowboy

“I swear it wasn’t” 3:28pm Sent Read

SparrowBird

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

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

WannabeCowboy

“I know” 3:34pm Sent Read

SparrowBird

“They can’t know” 3:39pm Sent Read

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

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

WannabeCowboy typing…

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

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

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

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

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

He says nothing.

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

He reaches up and gingerly removes her hand from him.

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

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

She rolls her eyes, “whatever.”

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

“Here you go, Wings.”

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

“It’s my humanly duty.”

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

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

“No one important.”

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

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

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

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

But there’s another thought that comes to mind.

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

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

BarGuy

“Hey. You in town?” 7:33pm Sent Read

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

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

SparrowBird

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

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

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

“You two down for a round of pool?”

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

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

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

“She’s scary.”

A hearty chuckle escapes him. “What?”

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

“Now, who’s dramatic?”

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

Rule #3: No having sex without protection

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

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

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

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

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

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

He barely flinches.

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

There’s that stupid smirk again.

“I can scream it if you want me to?”

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

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

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

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

“As if you need to ask.”

He regretted it as soon as the question was asked.

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

“I’d rather not.”

“Too bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

“God, you’re annoying.”

“Which makes the sex better.”

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

“Just pulled in, sweetheart.”

‘That’s a new one,’ you think.

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

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

“What’s wrong?”

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

“Protection?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You got something or not?”

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

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

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

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

There it is again.

Rule #4 No kissing

You close your eyes, head tilting back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He pecks your check and then corner of your mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rule #5 No falling for each other

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

Jake’s head snaps up. “What?”

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

“And?”

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

“No, I don’t.”

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

“Coyote-”

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

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

“No, you don’t.”

This gets the blonds mind thinking.

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

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

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

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

You open the door, “hi.”

“Hey.”

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

He doesn’t join in on the chuckling.

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

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

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

And then you two wound up in your bedroom.

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

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

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

Is this what Javy has been implying this whole time?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yep.”

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

“Maybe I don’t have any more heat.”

“Like I’d believe that.”

“Why don’t you just go home?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” You snap at him.

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

“What?”

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

“Am I supposed to be grateful?”

“I’m not saying that.”

“Sounds like it.”

“Would you stop trying to push me away?”

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

“What? Our deal?”

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

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

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

“You care more than you want to admit.”

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

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

You shake your head.

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

You don't even know how to respond.

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

"Which one?"

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

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

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

"Really?"

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

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

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

“He knows?!”

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

“What?!”

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

You pull back, “your girl?”

“I thought we went through this already?”

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

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

You shrug, “I guess.”

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

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

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

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

“Me? Never, what makes you say that?”

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

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

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

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

“It was brat night.”

A few of the others start snickering.

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

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

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

Bob smirks and slips it into his pocket.

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softspiderling · 2 years

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hooked from hour one | j.h.s.

Summary: He watched as Rooster took you around, introducing you to everyone and Jake’s eye twitched. The two of you looked awfully comfortable around each other, with tons of physical contact. You and Jake hadn’t been dating long, but he thought that you were on the same stage as him when it concerned your relationship. Were you cheating on Rooster with him? But you wouldn’t do that, right?

or, the one where you share a mutual friend, but are unaware of it

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x reader

warnings: contains smut, minors dni

word count: 6,4k

author's note: omg this beast!!!! So glad to be finally able to share this with you! Been thinking and writing this fic for so long and I think I am finally happy with it now! Mind you, this will kickstart a verse, aptly called wingman's best friend (more on that later). Pls pls don't forget to leave a nice comment/reblog if you liked it, it would mean the world to me!!

From the moment Jake had stepped into the bar, he had his eyes on you. The way you were sipping on your drink, your fingers around the straw, the way you threw your back in laughter as your friend said something, the way you raised an eyebrow at every man that tried to hit on you and your friends.

Absolutely captivating.

Initially, Jake hadn’t planned on taking anyone home, just wanting to have a drink by himself, but he quickly changed his mind when he saw you. He wasn’t sure on how to approach you at first, however. Jake was usually a hit with the ladies and the gentlemen, but your confidence and the way you shot about just every man down that even stepped in your vicinity clearly put a dent in his confidence. He wasn’t about to ask you out just to be rejected. He had to play it smart.

“I got another whiskey on the rocks for you,” the bartender suddenly said, sliding the drink across the counter, the ice cube clinking against the glass.

“I haven’t even finished my first,” Jake answered, somewhat confused and the bartender swung a towelette over his shoulder, tilting his head to the right.

“It’s from the lady over there.”

And sure enough, you leaned back into Jake’s sight, raising your glass at him and he actually flushed, nodding at you in gratitude. It didn’t take long until you excused yourself to your friends, pushed your chair back and made your way over to Jake, a grin on your face.

“You know, I’ve got to give it you. You managed to get my attention without disrupting my friends and I,” you told him, taking a seat next to him.

“Well, you didn’t look like you wanted to be interrupted,” Jake said easily, swirling the whiskey around in the glass. He kept his tone light, even though he was buzzing underneath his skin. Jake couldn’t really put a finger on what exactly it was about you that made him so nervous. But you did.

And it was different than talking to the people Jake just wanted to take home. He didn’t just want to take you home. He wanted to take you home and keep you there. Which kind of made him sound insane since he just met you like five minutes ago.

“Good call. It definitely makes you more likable already.” You leaned your elbow on the counter turning to your side to look at him, drinking him in. When you told him your name, he was sure it burned into his brain, never to be forgotten.

“Jake Seresin.”

“So, Jake. What’s someone like you doing drinking by yourself?”

“I was feeling restless at home, so I thought I’d come out here for a drink. Friends were all busy so I came alone. You’re welcome to join me, though,” Jake suggested and you only smiled, as if you knew something he didn’t. Sliding a piece of paper to him, you pushed your chair back, leaving Jake puzzled.

“I am busy tonight. But you can give me a call, if you're lucky I am free.”

With that, you joined your girlfriends, who were standing by the door, clearly laughing at him. Jake guffawed at first, staring at your number on the counter and back to you. Winking, you exited the bar and Jake only huffed out a laugh.

Well, apparently he wasn’t taking anyone home. At least not tonight. You really got him good.

///

After Jake called you, not even 24 hours after you first met, you had your first date at a nice restaurant he picked. One date quickly turned into two, three, seven? Jake wasn’t sure. He stopped counting by the time you had turned up on his doorstep with a pizza on a random Monday evening. And it’s been nice. Really nice even. He couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed another person’s company so much. Right now, you were standing in his kitchen, trying to figure out dinner.

“Can you help me chop up the veggies? If you have a second cutting board,” you said, halving the cherry tomatoes. Jake complied, pulling another cutting board out of the cupboard, taking the leafy greens - bok choy he presumed - out of the water. With narrowed eyes, he reached for the knife, his eyes never leaving the cherry tomatoes.

“What’s your problem now?” you asked with a sigh, dropping the tomato, the knife still in your hand as you looked up at him, clearly exasperated.

“... I don’t like tomatoes.”

“My god Jake, don’t be such a baby.” You rolled your eyes at the minor inconvenience, but Jake made a sound that suspiciously sounded like a whine. Your head was turned away but he could tell you were laughing by the way your body was shaking.

“You didn’t seem to mind them on your pizza.”

“That’s different,” Jake argued, cutting the butt off of the bok choy. “That’s marinara sauce. Not tomatoes.”

“Is it a texture thing or a taste thing?” you wanted to know, pouring the halved cherry tomatoes in the bowl, checking on the shrimps in the stock.

“It’s a tomato thing,” he sniffed and you muttered under your breath. Jake was sure it was profanities.

“I’m not going to leave it out of the soup, but I won’t put that many in your bowl, okay? Will you at least try it?”

You had put the wooden spoon down, hands wrapped around his bicep and with the way you were looking at him, Jake was sure he’d do anything you would ask him too.

“Fine,” he grumbled, begrudgingly, his frown only disappearing slightly when you kissed his cheek, returning your attention to the stove. He watched as you put the finishing touches on dinner, only grimacing slightly as the tomatoes were added.

As you plated the bowls, Jake ripped open the package of chopsticks you brought, guessing correctly that he did not have them in his drawer, setting the table as well as he could. You brought the two steaming bowls to the table and sat down, looking at him.

“Go on, try it.”

Jake somewhat clumsily picked up the noodles with the chopsticks, draping them on the spoon before adding a tomato, with a pointed look in your direction, before putting it in his mouth, humming in surprise.

“The tomato is actually not that bad,” he admitted and you danced in your chair in victory.

“Told you so,” you gushed, digging into your own bowl. The two of you spent the next couple of minutes in silence, with the occasional slurp by Jake, not having mastered eating with chopsticks quite just yet.

“You know when you offered to cook dinner, I was expecting something like chicken alfredo or some steak and gravy, not shrimp tom yum,” Jake said in between bites and you chuckled, placing your chopsticks on the bowl.

“There’s nothing wrong with pasta or steak. I love that, but if you have it for lunch and dinner every day, you quickly get tired of it, trust me. When my best friend and I used to live together, I was the one cooking for like 90% of the time because Brad is a disaster in the kitchen.”

Jake paused, the name sounding somewhat familiar, but it quickly moved to the back of his head as your story progressed.

“I got tired of pasta, so I just started looking for more recipes, branching out a bit. And it’s definitely come in handy, I never have to wonder what I should cook for dinner,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders.

“That probably takes a lot of stress off your shoulders. I mostly eat on b- work. I eat at work,” Jake corrected himself quickly and you narrowed your eyes at him. “So I don’t really cook that often.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but apparently decided against it when you closed it again, finishing your dinner. After the two of you were done, you left Jake to do the dishes, not even fighting him on it as he offered to do it, instead making yourself comfortable on the couch.

When Jake was done, he walked to the living room, pausing in the doorway as he wiped his hands off, watching you tapping on your phone. “You know, “ he started, kneeling on the couch, “other people would fight me to do the dishes.”

“I made dinner,” you pointed out, looking at him with raised brows. “Quid pro quo.”

“I was kidding, I would’ve cooked for you if you had let me,” Jake needled, trailing his hands up your leg and you only watched, amused.

“Anything I can help you with, mister?”

“I was just wondering if you had planned anything for dessert…” Jake hummed, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts, the other hand ghosting over the buttons. “Otherwise I have some ideas.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, your eyes dark, and Jake could tell that you were getting antsy. “What’s on the menu?”

“You.”

Jake scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder, having you squeal, as he carried you into his bedroom, throwing you on the bed, not very gentleman-like.

You didn’t seem to mind.

As with everything Jake did, he didn’t waste any time, flicking the buttons of your pants open before he pulled them down swiftly, leaving you in your underwear. You propped yourself up on your elbows, and Jake looked up at you with a smirk before he literally buried his face in your pussy.

Using his hands to lift your thighs, Jake took his sweet time licking in between your folds and hearing you gasp was music to his ears. Pushing closer against you, he hitched one of your legs over his shoulder, plunging his tongue into you.

“Oh god, Jake!”

Your hands had found their way into his hair, tugging, not quite so hard that it was painful, but enough that it made him fuck you with his tongue even harder. The way you moaned over him drove him crazy and he grunted into you. His cock was uncomfortably straining against his jeans, but he was determined to make you come first, so he kept swirling his tongue against the bundle of your nerves until you were shaking.

“I’m close,” you writhed out and Jake detected a hint of surprise in your voice. He was tempted to ask about it, to tease, but at this point it would be kind of mean and he was pretty sure he’d regret it, so he filed it away for later.

Applying a bit more pressure, while holding the same rhythm, Jake swirled his tongue around you, lifting his eyes just at the right moment when you fell apart, your whole body shaking as you did.

Satisfied, Jake pulled away from you, biting his lower lip with his teeth, a shit-eating grin on his face after having made you come like that. Your chest was heaving as you recovered from your orgasm, eyes shut.

“I was that good, huh?”

“Shut up,” you muttered with a huff, dragging him up next to you so you could kiss him, while your hands were steadfastly busy with undoing his belt. Jake’s mouth was still glistening with you, but you didn’t seem to mind, as you eagerly kissed him. When you finally undid his pants, you wasted no time, immediately wrapping your hands around his cock and Jake moaned into your mouth, while you lazily jerked him off, hand slick from his pre-cum.

“‘m gonna ride you,” you mumbled against his lips, and he merely grunted in agreement, his hand reaching for your shirt, before he pulled it off over your head, tossing it somewhere on the floor. Throwing your leg over his waist, you straddled him, his cock just barely touching your ass. Jake reached up to unclasp your bra, sliding it off your arms and you pulled on his shirt impatiently.

With a laugh, despite his rock-hard cock, Jake took off his shirt and you immediately put your hands all over him, groaning.

“God, you’re literally sex on legs.”

“You know I really ought to eat your pussy more often if it gets you like this,” Jake grinned and you huffed, fingers brushing over his abs.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Jake.”

Leaning your hands on his chest, you bent down to kiss him, while one hand reached down to guide his cock against your entrance and Jake’s eyes fluttered shut in pleasure when he was engulfed by your warm walls.

“Oh fuck me…” you sighed, throwing your head head, adjusting to his length and Jake’s eyes fluttered open, smiling lazily at you.

“That’s the plan, if you’d start moving,” Jake said with a slap on your side and you glared at him, before you started to move, your eyes rolling to the back of the head. He’d never get tired of this sight, watching you fuck yourself on his cock with so much pleasure. Grunting when your nails started digging into his abs, he reached up to cup your breast, his mouth salivating. You laid your hand over his and squeezed; when your eyes fluttered open, staring directly at him, he nearly came then and there.

“Jesus fuck, you’re killing me,” Jake choked out, dragging you off his cock. Before you could start complaining, however, he already had you on your back, lining up against you, and plunging in, making you moan.

The sounds that filled his bedroom were obscene and he’d feel guilty for his neighbors, if he actually cared. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, as he pounded into you, which apparently wasn’t enough for you, judging by your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper.

“Harder,” you moaned against his mouth and he’d roll his eyes if he wasn’t enjoying himself so much. Of course he obliged. Your moans turned into cries of pleasure and Jake leaned his head on your shoulder as he thrusted into you, biting at your neck.

“Are you going to come for me, hm?” He whispered against your skin, the sound of his cock driving in and out of you, constant. “You going to come all over my cock?”

“Yesyesyesyes,” you whined, your back arching when the second orgasm hit you, your entire body shaking.

Jake followed quickly after, spilling his cum inside of you with your name on his lips. Carefully pulling out, he rolled to the side, as the two of you caught your breath. He pressed a soft kiss to your side, before he reluctantly stood up, knowing he’d needed to clean up, grabbing a towel from the bathroom. Kneeling in between your legs, he carefully wiped you off, making you hiss.

“Sensitive!”

“Sorry,” Jake said, not feeling sorry at all, wiping himself off as well before tossing the towel in the hamper, curling around you. A comfortable silence fell over you as Jake drew circles into your skin.

“So…” Jake started, drawling a bit. “You sounded a bit… Surprised when you came the first time.”

Jake could literally see you rolling your eyes, even though you had your back to him.

“No one has ever made me come with their tongue before,” you then said and Jake inhaled sharply, feeling a sense of pride and also possessiveness at your words. Pulling you a bit closer, he nipped at your neck, smiling.

“Where’s my award then?”

You rolled in his arms so quickly, Jake had barely time to react, and that was saying something. In a matter of seconds, you were back on top of him, giving him a devilish smile. Jake gulped at the sight of you, his cock half-hard again already.

“I was trying to give you some time to recover, but if you’re so eager…”

A few seconds later, you had your mouth wrapped around his cock and he was seeing stars like he was flying at night.

///

With a sigh, Jake pulled the helmet from his head, shaking out his hair. The squadron’s been testing out some new planes for the past weeks and today Jake very much experienced the limits of those planes. He couldn’t even wait for the others and headed straight to the changing rooms, putting his helmet in its designated space on his way. Unzipping his flight suit, he let it drop around his waist, stilling when he passed his locker. Without thinking for too long, he opened the locker, reaching for his phone.

Sweets: hey

Sweets: idk if I can do dinner tonight, work’s been tough

Sweets: don’t be mad

Furrowing his brow, Jake was disappointed you’d cancel dinner so last minute, especially because you’ve been looking forward to the reservation for like a week. So you must be really down, then. Jake bit his lip, thinking for a second before he decided to call you, phone already ringing against his ear.

“Hello?”

You sounded small, exhausted. Jake’s never heard you like this and he wasn’t sure if he liked it. What happened to make you, someone who was so inexcusably bright and happy all the time, sound so… Down?

“Hey. It’s me. Are you okay?”

You laughed, though it didn’t sound very happy. “Um, no. Not really. I’m sorry I had to cancel so last minute, I was really looking forward to eating there.”

“No, no. It’s completely fine, don’t worry about it,” Jake looked up when the door to the changing rooms opened, and Javy stepped in. Jake shushed him with a finger on his mouth, turning his phone the other way. “I could maybe pick up some food there and come to your place afterwards. How does that sound?”

Javy raised an eyebrow at him and Jake laid his palm over his mouth.

“That actually sounds good. Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later.”

“You’re the best.”

Javy side-eyed him as Jake hung up the phone, stuffing it back into the locker. Jake didn’t say anything as he stripped out of his flight suit, but he could feel Javy’s eyes staring at the back of his head.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

Javy rolled his eyes. “Didn’t know that things were getting serious with the bar girl. That was her, wasn’t it?”

“She has a name,” Jake pointed out and Javy sighed. “She’s not feeling very well and she has been looking forward to that restaurant for like a week. It’s not a big deal.”

“I know it’s not. I was just surprised. I am happy for you, man.”

Javy squeezed Jake’s shoulder and he huffed, hiding his smile before shrugging his hand off of him. God, Javy was so nosy sometimes. Jake knew he only had good intentions but he was pretty sure that Javy was going to pull a stupid stunt like give you the shovel talk when he’d introduce you to him. After Jake showered, he got dressed and drove to the restaurant to pick up several things from the menu. Packed with two take-away bags, Jake made his way over to your place, knocking gently on your door.

There was some shuffling on the other side of the door before it opened, revealing you. You gave him a small smile and Jake put all the bags in one hand, wrapping his arm around you and pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. He realized that it was very much a boyfriend move, but a kiss on the lips just didn’t seem appropriate, and he didn’t just not want to kiss you. So a forehead kiss it was.

“Come on, I already set the table,” you said, pulling him inside and grabbing the bags from his hands. While Jake took his shoes off, you put the take away boxes on the table, opening the pizza box before sitting down.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“Just water is fine.”

Jake walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a water bottle for you, stilling when he saw a six pack of his favorite beer standing in the corner. Breathing out a laugh, he grabbed a beer for himself and a water bottle for you, getting back to the table. If you noticed the beer in his hand, you didn’t say anything so neither did he.

///

Sweets: you up for a movie tonight? the new marvel movie looks great

Jake: what’s marvel?

Sweets: you’re joking right?

Jake: no

Jake stared at the small ellipses that kept popping up and disappearing, meaning that he had just riled you up on another level. Obviously he knew what Marvel was, Fanboy recently took the whole squadron out for the new Spider-Man movie when it came out. You couldn’t be friends with Fanboy and not know Marvel. When five minutes had passed, and the ellipses were still there, Jake decided to let you off the hook.

Jake: I was kidding. Of course I know what Marvel is.

Sweets: i hate you.

Snorting, Jake fingers flew over the screen of his phone as he replied to you, tensing when he heard steps coming towards him. Quickly, he slipped the phone into the pocket of his flight suit, only to relax again, realizing who it was.

“Who’s got you smiling at your phone like a fool?”

“None of your business,” Jake said lightly, reaching for his phone again, the message to you still unfinished. Jake leaned away when Rooster tried peeking on the screen, but apparently he saw enough.

“You didn’t tell me you had a girl!”

“You never asked.”

“She must be a saint to be putting up with you,” Rooster joked and Jake huffed, a fond smile on his face.

“You have no idea.”

“Hey, why don’t you bring her around for my birthday?” Rooster asked and Jake smirked, already having thought of it. “I think all of us would like to meet the girl who can tame you down into a puppy.”

Honestly, Jake wasn’t sure if you’d actually wanted to meet his friends. Were you at that point to meet each other’s friends yet? Is that where the relationship was headed?

“Watch it, Rooster,” Jake bellowed, though without any heat. “And I was actually thinking about bringing her, but I think she’s busy.”

“Aw, that’s too bad. But bring her around for drinks sometime?”

“We’ll see. I don’t want to chase her off by introducing her to you group of ragtags too soon.”

“Introducing who to us?”

Jake groaned when the rest of the squadron joined, Phoenix raising a meticulously groomed brow at him.

“Ooooh, does Jake have a girlfriend?” Halo teased and Jake rolled his eyes, brushing her hand off his shoulders.

“You know, now that you mention it, he has been constantly glued to his phone and ditching us instead of coming to the bar,” Payback hummed in thought, throwing his arm over Jake’s neck. “I thought we were friends.”

“Friends may be a bit of an exaggeration.”

“Don’t tease him, he’s a man in love.”

Jake couldn’t help the flush on his cheeks and everyone started hooting. He threw a dirty look at Javy, his supposed best friend, who definitely will be demoted to friend, soon if he didn’t stop airing out his dirty laundry. Jake looked at Rooster, for some type of support, but the other man only shrugged with his shoulders, having the time of his life.

“Just for this, I will bring her around even later than I already planned to,” Jake huffed. “Now come on, I have time for one drink before I go meet her.”

For the entire time Jake was at the Hard Deck, the squadron continued teasing him. Jake was annoyed, but he knew that you would love this. God, the worst thing is, you’d probably fit right in with the people Jake called his friends. When he finally announced his departure, they all yelled at him to send regards to you and that they would meet you soon. With a head-shake, Jake made his way home, changing into his civvies and drove over to your place.

You were already standing out by the sidewalk, climbing into his car when he pulled to a stop.

“Hi.”

Leaning over, you kissed him sweetly on the lips, before dropping your hands in your lap. “Thanks for driving.”

“Sure thing.”

You spent the entire drive to the movie theater talking about your day, without mentioning your jobs, and exchanged theories about the new Marvel movie. At the movie theater, you did the old dance and grab of paying for the tickets, with Jake paying and accepting defeat when you slapped your card out for the drinks and popcorn.

During the movie, Jake spent most of it staring at you, instead of the screen and he realized how right Javy was. He’d got it bad for you. After the post-credit scenes have rolled, you turned to him to say how his theory was so wrong, only to find him already looking at you.

“What?”

“Do you wanna spend the night?”

Caught by surprise by his, admittedly, very random question, you pursed your lips in thought, before nodding. “Sounds good. But I need to eat, I’m starving.”

“We can’t have that, now, can we,” Jake drawled, grabbing his hand and pulling you up. “Come on, I know a pretty good taco place.”

The taco place was on the way to Jake’s house and it wasn’t anything special, really. It didn’t even have tables, so you and Jake had to eat your tacos by the curb of the parking lot the taco truck was parked in.

“My friends were hassling me about meeting you today,” Jake told you, wiping his hands with the napkins and you raised a brow at him, swallowing the food in your mouth before answering.

“Were they now? And what did you tell them?”

“I said that they can meet you when I deem them worthy enough.”

Snorting out a laugh, you shook your head, throwing the last of your taco in your mouth. You shoved his forehead gently, which was kind of demeaning, but Jake smirked at you, wrapping his arm around you.

“They told me to bring you around tomorrow-”

“You know I’m busy, I already told you,” you cut in and he gave you a look.

“Yes, I know. I was listening to you.”

“Good.”

You got to your feet, dragging Jake with you. “Come on, let’s go.”

Jake took you home, and while it was a bit odd to have you with him while he got ready for bed, it wasn’t something that he couldn’t imagine getting used to. But when you crawled under the blankets of his bed, Jake had to pause a bit, that image burning in his head.

When Jake woke up the next morning, he felt your warmth pressing into his body and he smiled before he could even open his eyes.

“I can literally feel you staring at me,” you mumbled into his chest, leaning back to blearily look at him, your brows furrowed.

So definitely not a morning person then. Noted.

“You must definitely still be asleep then, because I am definitely not staring at you.”

Huffing, you buried your face in the crook of his neck again, groaning. “What time is it?”

Jake reached for his phone, squinting his eyes at the bright screen in the otherwise dark room. He usually liked to keep his curtains only partially drawn to get woken up with the sun rise, but you had vehemently complained against it when you got in bed the night before.

“Ten-ish.”

With that, you started stretching like a cat, almost taking Jake’s eye out in the process. You sat up, wiping your eyes and you had to be the most adorable fucking thing he’s ever laid eyes on. “Do you want to get breakfast before I have to go home? I need to run some errands before I head over to my best friend’s tonight.”

“Sounds like a plan, sweets.”

The two of you got dressed, and got ready in the bathroom, and Jake merely watched you in the mirror as you blinked, brushing your teeth.

“How many cups of coffee do you need before you’re actually awake?”

“Ask me again after I’ve had my first cup,” you mumbled, mouth full of toothpaste.

When you were finally done, Jake draped your button up over your shoulder, before herding you to the car, driving to the closest breakfast diner. Luckily, it wasn’t that full and Jake managed to find a booth, quickly flagging down a waitress to order. It was nice out, the sun out and bright, though there was still quite a morning chill.

You leaned your head against his shoulder as you sipped on your coffee, sighing softly, having opted to sit next to him, instead of on the other side of the booth.

“You know, I get it now.”

“Get what?”

“Why you never wanted to sleep over. You’re almost like a kitten, all small and complacent.”

Glowering, you side-eyed him.

“You wanna say that again after I’ve finished this cup?”

Biting back a laugh, he wrapped his arm around you, pressing a firm kiss on your temple. “There she is.”

You finished breakfast while occasionally swiping at each other before you paid the bill, raising a brow at Jake, daring him to fight her for it. He didn’t.

This time.

Twenty minutes later, Jake’s truck rolled to a stop in front of your apartment building and you unbuckled from your seat.

“Hey, before you go,” he stopped you, grabbing your hand gently. “What do you think about coming out for a drink with me and my friends sometime?”

You tilted your head at him, a small smile on your face. Jake actually got nervous the longer you took to answer, but you instead grabbed him by the nape of his neck, pulling him over the console for a kiss, in which Jake nearly lost himself, before you leaned away, biting your lip.

“I’d like that.”

Climbing out of the car, you gave him one last smile, before you shut the door, heading inside your building. Jake couldn’t help but chuckle at himself, shaking his head and making the drive back home. He spent the rest of the day doing some paperwork he had been pushing off, trying to get the rest of the squadron to not completely escalate regarding Rooster’s birthday present and occasionally texting you. When it rolled around seven pm, Jake got changed and made his way over to an old hangar of Penny’s dad, where Rooster was holding the party.

“Awe, you didn’t bring your girl?” Halo immediately asked when he got out of his car, having waited with Javy by the parking lot.

“No. And seeing you prowling around here like this, I’m glad I didn’t,” Jake replied dryly, patting Javy on the back before they walked inside the hangar.

“You can’t blame Halo. You’ve been holding out on your mysterious girl for so long, the suspense is literally killing us.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Javy,” Jake sighed, plucking his aviators off his nose. “You’ll meet her when you meet her. Now come on, Rooster’s over there.”

They broke up Rooster and Maverick, whose eyes were suspiciously misty, to embrace the other aviator.

“Hey man, happy birthday,” Jake said, hugging him tightly, clapping his back. “Let’s hope that this year’s finally the year where you shave off that mustache of yours, yeah?”

Rooster beamed at him, apparently having a few beer intus already, his cheeks red.

“Yeah yeah, Hang. I know you love me. I’m glad you came.”

Soon, the hangar filled with the rest of the squadron, Payback and Fanboy bringing in Rooster’s birthday gift - an entire cardboard box full of the most brightly colored hawaiian shirts they could find, and yes, Jake was outvoted - and they were currently trying to see how many shirts Rooster was able to put on before he’d suffocate.

With a fond shake of his head, Jake grabbed a beer from the cooler, snapping the bottle cap off. He was glad to have found this team. Before the mission, he only had Javy, and occasionally Halo, whenever she was stateside. Jake wasn’t sure what it would’ve looked like to you, if he was only able to introduce to you one and half friends, because he just didn’t have more. This was better.

Pulling another swig from his beer, Jake checked his phone for any new messages from you - nothing - when there was a commotion by the front. Jake couldn’t see exactly what it was through the crowd, but then Rooster emerged with a huge grin, holding a cake in the shape of a… Was that a rooster in a Hawaiian shirt?

Someone clearly had a good taste in humor.

Rooster placed the cake on the table before wrapping his arms around a girl, the one who brought the cake presumably, and kissed her soundly on the cheek. She looked vaguely familiar and Jake furrowed his brows, staring at her, until recognition dawned on his face.

It was you.

He watched as Rooster took you around, introducing you to everyone and Jake’s eye twitched. The two of you looked awfully comfortable around each other, with tons of physical contact. You and Jake hadn’t been dating long, but he thought that you were on the same stage as him when it concerned your relationship, especially after last night. Were you cheating on Rooster with him? But you wouldn’t do that, right?

And Rooster hadn’t mentioned dating anyone, has he? Or was Jake just not listening again?

By the time Rooster finally brought you around, Jake was crawling out of his skin, not missing the fact how your eyebrows rose up, before you shook your head, smirking. Jake was barely listening when Rooster introduced you.

“... this is Hangman. This one shoved Jeremy Maguire into a bush of roses when he tried to steal my scooter and we’ve been best friends ever since.”

Blinking, Jake stared at you, not having processed the information just yet, while you only peered at him, mouthing Hangman? at him.

“Hi, nice to meet you, Hangman,” you drawled and Jake furrowed his brows in confusion. Childhood best friends? he mouthed instead.

Rooster, however, was completely oblivious to your exchange. “I’d tell you not to hit on her, but I know you wouldn’t be able to handle her, so you better watch out,” he told Jake, before turning to you. “I’ll go grab some plates and a knife for the cake. Are you okay?”

“Yeah yeah, go on, B,” you said, waving him off. Rooster pecked you on the cheek, nodding at Jake before disappearing into the back of the hangar.

You, on the other hand, turned your full attention to Jake, crossing your arms. “So. Hangman, huh?”

Jake sighed in exasperation, finishing the last of his beer. You watched, and Jake, checking over his shoulder that everyone was otherwise busy, grabbed you by the arm, dragging you outside the hangar. You leaned against the wall, a smirk dancing on your lips.

“Your best friend Brad is Rooster?”

“It’s not like you didn’t know his name is Bradley, Jake,” you shot back, jabbing his chest. “You should have told me that you’re flying for the Navy.”

In hindsight, Jake probably should’ve been able to put two and two together. Now that he thought about it, there were so many instances where you were basically screaming at him that Rooster was your best friend.

Small world indeed.

“You didn’t want to know!”

“God, I should’ve been able to tell with that ego of yours,” you sighed and Jake snorted.

“Didn’t seem to mind my ego last night.”

You rolled your eyes at him and god you were so beautiful when you were annoyed. Brushing his hand up your arm, Jake fixed the strap of your dress.

“You look nice.”

Scoffing, you fixed him with a look that Jake knew meant that you were unimpressed. Straightening his shirt, you batted your eyelashes at him.

“What does Hangman even stand for?”

Jake smirked broadly. “You’ve seen me naked. You know what it stands for.”

“Fucking naval aviators will be the death of me,” you muttered before dragging him in closer, pressing your lips on his. Jake groaned quietly, kissing you back while one hand cupped your cheek, the other resting on your waist.

“Seriously?”

Immediately you and Jake sprang apart, as Rooster only looked at you, blinking unfazed. Jake waited for Rooster to grab him by the ear or something, for desecrating his childhood best friend, but he only shook his head at Jake.

“It took you five minutes to fall for her charms, huh? I expected better from you.”

“I- what?” Jake was at loss for words, mentally prepared for defending himself, but apparently that wasn’t necessary.

You smirked coyly at Rooster, your hands smoothing over Jake’s shirt. “He’s tongue guy,” you said, as if that explained everything.

Evidently, it did though, as Rooster’s eyebrows shot up, his face a mixture of shock and surprise. “Holy shit, he is?”

Jake was extremely confused at this point and he very much did not like how he was the only one in the unknown. Was this how it was always going to be at this point? He wasn’t sure if he liked that. Rooster wrapped his arm around Jake’s shoulder, laughter rumbling in his chest.

“The hell is going on here? Am I in the middle of some weird shovel talk or something?”

“No, she is definitely capable of taking care of herself, Hangman.”

“What’s that even supposed to mean?” Jake grumbled and you beamed at him, your eyes twinkling.

“Wait, he doesn’t know yet?” Rooster asked gleefully, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Wait, you didn’t pull that weird job thing on your first date again, did you?”

“It normally doesn’t even backfire like this. How should I have known that you guys know each other?”

“What’s with the job thing, anyway? Isn’t this the best time to tell me now?”

“Oh oh, can I tell him please?”

“Jesus, fuck off, Bradley,” you huffed, giving him a shove. Jake glanced between Rooster and you, actually getting concerned.

“What is it you do for a living, sweets?” He then wanted to know. Rooster, having noticed his tone change, cackled, rubbing his hands together like the little shit he was. Sighing, you glanced at Jake, before telling him what you did for a living.

“Are you kidding? Now that’s not really fair, is it?”

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disturbedbeautywrites · 7 months

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Time for a change - Jake Seresin Imagine x Bestie Reader

Warnings: physical and verbal violence, cursing, mentions of blood. Mentions of physical abuse and domestic violence

A/N: Here is officially the part 2 to ticking time bomb!

2 days, that’s how long your boyfriend kept the promise to be sober. That’s how long your relationship was good for. Two whole days. On the third day, he came home in a pissy mood from work and had decided to stop at the hard deck on the way home. You looked at the clock, the numbers changing to show it was now midnight. You hadn’t expected him home this late, but thought he just got held up.

However, him staggering in told you he wasn’t keeping his promises. You were fed up. “I’m not doing this. I’m done.” Your words were firm as you went to walk away from him, but he caught your arm in his grip. “No, you’re not.” He smiled at you as he held you tight enough to bruise your wrist. “Let me go.” It was a mix between a whine and a demand, your wrist trying to writhe itself free. He refused and just held you tighter, until he finally let go and you ended up hitting yourself in the eye, hard. You swore and staggered back as you put your hand over it, instantly seeing him become apologetic. “No, I’m done with this shit.” You shook your head and walked to grab your keys, storming out of the house and into your car. You sat there for a few seconds, trying to decide what to do.

12:30 flashed on your dash, the only light in a seemingly endless darkness of your front seat. Your head was leaning against the steering wheel as you swore under your breath and opened up your phone to snap a quick picture of your face. There was already a bruise forming around your eye, the purple and blue colors starting to poke out and rise to the surface. “Damn it!” You sighed and tried to figure out where to go. You had just broken off things with the guy you lived with, so you only had one other place to go.

You dialed Jake’s number and let your thumb hover over the call button before eventually giving up. You felt awful dragging him into this again. You didn’t even know if he was awake. It was almost 1 am by now, and no doubt he had things to do in a few hours. But, you still found yourself throwing your phone down and driving to the all too familiar house that Jake shared with Bradley. They claimed to not be best friends, but you saw right through the act.

You knocked on the door and waited, gnawing on your bottom lip anxiously. “Melanie, I told you I’m not-“ You heard a gruff voice at the door as it opened, revealing a slumber stricken Bradley. His hair was messy and his eyes were half open as he glanced down at you. “Oh, shit. Hey, Y/N.” His face softened as he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks and he let you inside. “He’s in his room.” He nodded towards Jake’s door as you walked over to it. You twisted the knob, sighing when you realizing it was locked. You knocked softly, hearing a rustling inside. “God damn it, Rooster. I told you to knock it off.” His sleepy voice brought out the Texas twang more and you sniffled and looked down at your feet, staying quiet. “It isn’t me, dickhead! It’s Y/N!” Bradley’s voice was irate and grumbling as he gave you a nod and headed back to his room, the door closing behind him.

At the mention of your name there was a pause before the door finally peeked open. He looked out at you with a raised eyebrow, his upset from the last interaction you two had evident. He waited for you to say something before he let out a sigh and leaned against the doorframe. “Fight?” He asked simply and you gave s curt nod, picking at your nails. “Bad one.” You hated this. You hated the small talk. You hated the awkwardness. “Listen, im here for you. But, how many more times-“ You shook your head and cut him off, not looking up at him. “None. I broke it off. I left.” Your voice was muffled as you finally looked up at him, the black and blue bruise showing up in the moonlight.

He swore under his breath as he lightly ran his finger tips along the underside of your eye, holding up your chin to get a better look. He inspected the bruise, tilting your head towards him. “Did he?” He couldn’t even get the full sentence out as you shook your head and showed him your wrist, that was now a dark bluish purple. “No, but the eye happened when I was trying to get away from him.” Jake tenderly wrapped his fingers around your wrist, using it to pull you into his chest. He held you close, his heartbeat soothing you as you finally let a few tears slip. “I’m not going to let him hurt you anymore.” His words were a solid promise, his lips pressing to the crown of your head as he held you as close as he could. “Come on, let’s get some rest then we’ll figure everything out tomorrow.” Jake let you into his room where you got comfy on his bed and quickly fell asleep, exhaustion taking over your body.

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The next day was full of talking with Bradley and Jake and trying to plan out when and how you could easily get your stuff. Jake and Bradley both agreed to talk to Maverick and try to get a few days off of work so they could go to your house without Nathan being there and get your stuff. It would be the easiest that way, you had all decided.

That would take place later this week, for now you were basically just going to be living in the clothes you have and the clothes your friends let you use. Natasha, for instance, was willing to let you borrow some of hers and she was willing to take you shopping. Jake was willing to let you steal his hoodies and his sweatpants and him and Bradley were willing to turn their gym room into a room for you. That was hard for them to give up, but Jake said it was worth it.

The three of you were lounging on the couch, not much noise between you before Bradley spoke up. “Do you guys wanna go to the hard deck? Coyote and the rest of the guys are going.” He looked up from his phone to the two of you, sorry evident on your face. “That’s his favorite place..” you mumble, nerves evident as you started to gnaw on your bottom lip. “I’ll protect you. Besides, I could go for giving him a piece of my mind.” Jake gave you his signature smirk as you looked up at him, eyes sparkling in mischief. “Jake…” Unease was very evident in your voice, your leg starting to nervously bounce as you sat up a bit. “Come on, you know we’ll take care of you. We always do.” Bradley was trying to comfort you now, throwing you a soft smile as you thought about it.

You hesitantly nodded and the two boys exchanged knowing looks as you all got up to go get ready to go. You all three climbed into the bronco, Bradley insisting on driving this time. You sat between the two boys, eyes out the front windshield as you tried to calm your nerves. You were walking into the lions den, you had an army behind you, but you still felt the fear creeping up and into your stomach.

When you pulled into the parking lot of the hard deck, the three of you got out of the bronco and walked inside. The rest of the squad was already there, and Natasha immediately walked up to you and engulfed you in a huge hug. She lead you over to the bar, ordering you a drink. Jake shot her a look that told her to keep an eye on you and she nodded in obligation. The two of you spent some time catching up and ranting before walking back over to the pool tables. Natasha walked off to talk to someone else and you slotted yourself next to Jake, his arm immediately going around you. “Having fun?” His words were soft and genuine as he squeezed your shoulder, hoping the answer was yes. You nodded and gave him a smile, opening your mouth to answer before it quickly snapped shut.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the bag man with my sloppy seconds.” You heard Nathan’s voice come through the crowd and Jake immediately put himself between the two of you. He pushed you behind him, bicep flexing as he grit his teeth and looked at Bradley. Him and the rest of the daggers made their way over, knowing this would get ugly. “I’m nobody’s sloppy seconds.” You tried to make yourself sound tougher than you felt, Nathan laughing harshly in reply. “Sweetheart, you need an emphasis on the word sloppy.” His words were like a dagger and you winced.

“You know he’s given me no choice but to kill him now, right?” Jake’s eyes were the coldest you had ever seen them and his voice was dripping with venom. He was tired of seeing this happen to you, it was time to take action and end this once and for all. He took a step towards Nathan, boy boys puffing their chests up as Jake pushed the other boy out onto the deck. “Oh, you think you can hurt me?” Your ex boyfriend’s condescending tone was like nails on a chalkboard as you just swallowed thickly and watched as he took the first punch, it landing on Jake’s cheek and mouth. Jake just smirked and felt his lip, feeling it start to swell up as he spit a little blood into the sand nearby.

Jake had always been very good at fighting, unfortunately you knew that personally. In high school, he got in quite a few fights protecting you or his sisters. He was very protective of his girls and he got really good at knowing where and when to strike. He reared back and landed a hard punch right to Nathan’s nose, undoubtedly breaking it according to the loud crunch that you heard follow the blow and the blood pouring from his nose. Nathan staggered backwards, swearing under his breath as he reached up to try and stop the bleeding. “You son of a bitch.” He was seething, almost looking like he was foaming at the mouth.

You looked around nervously, noticing a crowd starting to form to see who might win the fight. It made you nauseous and you just wanted to go home. You watched as Nathan barely managed to give Jake a black eye before Jake landed another devastating blow to your exes jaw, sending him tumbling to his knees.

“Wow, you sure gave up fast.” Jake had a cocky smirk on his face as Nathan just sat there, bruised and bloody. Jake was wanting to bask in the glory when he realized you were nearby and he immediately turned to look for you, his breath hitching in his chest. Where were you?

He searched the people around him before his eyes finally landed on you. You had moved towards the back after Jake threw the last punch, a shy but proud smile on your lips as you gave him a thumbs up. He made his way towards you, your arms immediately wrapping around him. “You worry me to death when you fight like that.” Your words were muffled by his shirt as he hugged you, chuckling as he looked down at you. He had a black eye and a split lip and it made you frown. “That has to hurt.” He shook his head and instinctively let his tongue run over the cut on his lip, half wincing. “It’s not too bad.”

You just sighed and shook your head, taking his wrist and leading him back towards the bar. “Well, at least let me get you a whiskey and get you cleaned up and hopefully no one calls the police.” You gave him a bashful smile as you pulled him back in through the hard deck doors, immediately going up to the bar and ordering a shot of whiskey for Jake. He drank the shot and then you pulled him towards the bathroom at the hard deck, ready to get him cleaned up.

“Nope, hang on.” Jake held back before he ordered a shot for you and another for him, the both of you downing it. “We need liquid courage before you save my life.” He was so dramatic. You rolled your eyes and just shook your head before you went through the door into the bathroom. “Sit down and just hush. Let me get to work.”

For the first time, Jake did as he was told.

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pinkdaisies9285 · 1 month

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Adonis Fooled Me

Jake Seresin x F!Reader (callsign: Kore)

Warnings: Angst, cheating, implied smut, this just pure sadness

Word Count: 2,118

Author's Note: It's finally here! The angst piece I promised and pulled out of nowhere. Not gonna lie didn't think I would write something this sad but here we are. It's loosely based on the myth of Adonis, Aphrodite, and Persephone! This was also spurred from listening to a lot of sad songs. Thank you again my lovely beta readers! Enjoy!

All you felt was pain, seeping from the invisible wounds that were created from this relationship. You felt like Icarus when he flew too close to the sun and began his fall back to the earth. You didn’t think that you would leave him like this. You thought that only Death’s cold hands would pry you from him, but you were wrong. You could still see the moment the final nail was put in the coffin.

His hands on her hips. The smile she gave him before he leaned in for a kiss. The look of dread both of them made when they saw you. The endless river of tears that marked your face while you ran out of the bar.

It was all too sudden but simultaneously, it felt like the final puzzle piece was put into place why he was avoiding your touch for the past six months. Why he didn't want to discuss a possible future with one another. Why he kept coming home “late from work.” It all made sense why he was slowly fading away from your sight and was going to her.

Her.

The one whose smile seemed like it could light up a room. The one who became his one and only. The one whose bed became his home and safe place. The one that seemed like a more plausible future to him.

At one point, you felt like you were all these things, but now you felt like a fraud. Like a toy that was left under the bed because it was broken. Broken was an understatement—everything you did to get him back to you was strenuous. Yet, you felt hollow, like you were never good enough. Good enough for the proud, cocky pilot he was. Good enough for the great Jake Seresin.

Everyone told you that you were imagining the downfall of this idyllic relationship. That you should know better about being in a relationship with a Navy man. He would be gone for long periods and that contact could be low. Yet, you knew in your bones that this wasn’t because of his job. His job had nothing to do with this except that the one he chose was the new coworker. The new pilot was known as Venus. She got the callsign from her looks and her ability to get through fights with ease. Dogfighting and war came to her like a second nature. Looking perfect was just a “bonus.”

His words, not yours.

While you were a civilian who worked at the local botanic gardens. Which resulted in your nickname of Kore. Which was given by the Daggers. When you first heard it, you felt special to be given a nickname, nonetheless one that is the name of a goddess. Who knew that your nickname would match your relationship. Who knew that you wouldn’t be the only goddess in his life.

Jake is everso an Adonis in the best and worst ways. From his looks to the suave one-liners he gave to women at the bar. He was a man worth the attention. That attention was what made you suffer. He made you believe that you were a match made by the fates but he left you for a better woman. A woman who could keep up with him in ways you couldn’t. A woman who revealed parts of him you didn’t even know about.

All these thoughts continued to twist the dagger in your heart deeper and longer. Pain that felt like it wouldn’t even ebb away. It would only grow and create a festering wound there. You knew that it would take a while for this pain to go away and the wound to heal. If it ever did.

—

And that wound did heal, somewhat. The ache dulled until it was a small pinprick that made itself present time from time. You healed your pain, it was messy but you did your best to build yourself back together stronger than before.

That was before you saw him again. You hadn’t visited the Hard Deck in a while and hoped that maybe you wouldn't cross paths with him. Yet, there he was standing near the dart board with Javy. He looked the same as before, before you left him with Venus. Venus, who wasn’t anywhere. You tried not to look for the beautiful pilot but that pinprick urged you to. Yet, everywhere you looked she wasn’t there. Which surprised you considering you thought she would be nestled up next to Jake while he threw darts. Something you used to do when you thought everything in the world was perfect.

“Kore?”

You turned around and saw Bradley looking at you confused and surprised, like he was seeing a ghost for the first time.

“Hi, Bradley. How are you?” you softly replied.

“Uhhh, great, and what about you?”

“The same I guess,” you looked away while muttering your reply. You felt eyes on your back so you turned your head and saw Jake was staring at you. He had a similar look to Bradley’s at first. Confusion and the look of seeing a ghost. Then it morphed into something like regret and woe. This made you confused because when you broke it off, Jake seemed unbothered about it.

Now, the Jake standing before you felt like a stranger. His face used to make you feel so flustered and shy. His words lifted you to a pedestal from which no one could kick you. His body would bring you to completion every time you intertwined. And all of that went down the drain with the simple words, “Okay, let's break up.”

Maybe that was the pinprick you still felt, the moment when his unfeeling gaze looked into yours. The moment that made your year-long relationship seem like it was nothing, completely down the drain. In your hazy dreams, you can still feel those cold eyes. Those same eyes were now looking at you with an array of emotions.

“Is that you Kore?” Jake had staggered over and was now a few feet from you. He seemed like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. They were fidgeting before he shoved them into his pockets.

“Hello Jake,” is all you replied with, you kept your tone flat and even. You were searching everywhere for an escape. You thought you could handle seeing him again, but this was awful. Mentally deciding that you couldn’t come back to the Hard Deck ever again. Seeing a way to get out, you skirt past him and try to return to the parking lot. Jake softly stops you by grabbing your arm. His clutch is gentle but firm.

“Can we talk?” He asked quietly. This was a surprise to you because there was nothing quiet about Jake Seresin. If anything, he was a loud personality that let the world know what was on his mind most of the time—looking down at your feet trying to decide what to say. Biting your lip, you realize that maybe you need some more closure about you and him.

“Fine, you get ten minutes outside,” you say with a small huff.

“Thank you, Kore,” Jake finally had a smile on his face after seeing you.

You quickly weave yourself through the crowd and step out to the beach. You don’t even look behind to see if he is following because you can sense that he trailed after you immediately. Stepping out onto the sand, so you are away from the noise and prying eyes, you turn and face the man who made you rebuild yourself.

“Okay, Jake your ten minutes start now.”

“Kore, baby–”

“Do not call me that,” you cut him off briskly. “ You lost that right a long time ago.”

“Sorry,” he looked down at his feet. “Kore, I want to apologize to you for what I did and how I handled the end of our relationship. If I could go back and change what I did–”

“But you can’t, Jake. You made a choice the moment you decided to fall in bed with her,” you refuted with tears in your eyes. You had tried so hard to stay strong, but that pinprick in your heart had quickly become a gaping wound again that sang of pain and woes.

“You’re right, Kore, I made a decision but that doesn’t mean that I don’t regret it. I broke things off with Venus instantly when I realized she wasn’t you,” He laughed looking down. “No one could come close to you, Kore, you made my life feel real.”

You could see a shimmer in his eyes when he looked back up. A single tear rolled down his face. You almost wanted to laugh. Tears? You didn’t want to see tears, you wanted to finish this conversation and attempt to move on. This anger coursing through your veins was what made you move. You were done with him and his antics. “Do you think I would believe that? That I made everything better for you while you made everything horrible for me?”

“Kore please just lis–”

“No, I’m done listening Jake. You got ten minutes to talk and wasted it in the first five. Do you think by trying to convince me that we need each other to feel “alive”, I’ll come back crawling to you? No, I know now that I can't fix the flaws that tore apart our relationship.”

“What do you mean flaws, Kore?” he asked looking confused about why you deemed your relationship to have flaws. He thought that the relationship between you two was perfect.

“You can’t be serious, Jake. The fact that I had to be at every single event dealing with your job but never mine. Or how about the fact that you struggled to even show me your own emotions during our entire relationship? There are so many more fucking things I could point out, Jake!”

By the time you finished saying this, you were huffing for air. It felt like no matter how deep of a breath you took, the oxygen wasn’t reaching your lungs. The anger you felt was starting to fizzle out but you weren’t done. You still had more to say about the somewhat tragedy of your past relationship with Jake.

Jake stood there stunned, he had never seen you like this. Your anger was like a dagger to his heart, while the words you used twisted it deeper. Jake felt like there nothing would change your mind. The ache he feels in his bones will never go away and you wouldn’t be the relief he wanted you to be.

“Jake, it's time to let me go. We’re not good for each other, we’ll only be each other’s downfall. I don’t want that, Jake. I wanted to be more than just a footnote in your story, but I’ll never amount to that. So this is goodbye, Jake,” you lamented. You started to make your trek back to your car, and you could hear Jake begging you to come back.

“Kore! Please, Kore, come back. I was wrong for what I did. Please, baby, come back. I know I can do better this time. Kore!!!”

You kept ignoring all these little white lies he was giving you and continued slowly staggering back to the car. When you made it back to your car, you simply opened the door and sat down in the driver’s seat. Finally, the dam opened, and the tears flooded out. The tears that were waiting for this moment. You thought you were done crying over this man but you guess you were wrong. As the tears slid down your face, you looked over to see that Jake was still standing there. He looked like a statue, frozen by Medusa to be forever stuck in that position. Standing there and yearning for your embrace.

Maybe that was what you truly were to him, Medusa. A being cursed to never feel too connected to anyone. He made you feel like a villain that was his damnation. Yet, he tried to make you believe just now that you were his saving grace. What a hoax that was.

You put the key in the ignition and start your car. Pulling out of the parking lot and beginning your drive back home, the streaks on your face began to dry. You felt numb. This entire interaction was bittersweet, nothing good came out of it. Jake was the man who made you rebuild yourself, and now you are back at square one. Jake Seresin was a man who could never learn to be better. He was a man that was damned to be an Adonis that fooled you.

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valhallaas · 1 year

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Love Me Tender

pairing: jake hangman seresin x artist!reader

word count: 2k

warning: none, only fluff

summary: when the greek god in your bed knows you better than you know yourself

a/n: this is for @roosterforme’s love is in the air tgm challenge! Thank you for letting me be apart of it. Writing soft Jake really did something to my heart, let me tell you. I hope you guys love it!

Rain pitter patters outside. It’s two in the morning, you should be asleep but it feels like the weight of the world is on your shoulders. How did Atlas do it? Bear so much weight, but never broke. Your knees are starting to buckle from the pressure. You asked for this, of course you did. There isn’t anything you’d trade it for. Turning your head, a satisfied smile rests on your lips. I’ll make it baby, he said. I’ll make it all night. Jake lays next to you, his breaths deep and even. You’d picked him up from the airport not too long ago. You’re sure he doesn’t even know what day it is. He’s just happy to be home. You’re happy to have him home.

Slowly, as not to wake him, you shift your covers and climb out of bed. A nice fire and a cup of tea sounded perfect to go with the rain. It’s not like you were getting any sleep anyway. Rubbing at your eyes, you make your way to the living room not bothering to flick on any lights. You’d been in this house long enough you could map it blind folded. Turning on the kettle, you made your way to the back sliding glass door to grab some wood. You’re more than thankful that Jake had cut more fire wood than needed last winter. He was always saving your back.

With the crackle of the fire you made it to the kitchen just in time, hearing the whistle of the kettle. It’s nearing three a.m. but you’re still wide awake. You’re stirring honey into your cup when you hear the creak of the floorboards. That didn’t last long, but that’s the way it goes. How either of you survive when he’s deployed is a mystery. He can’t sleep without you when he’s home.

Warm hands set themselves on your shoulders causing goosebumps to break out across your skin. Soft lips press against the back of your exposed neck, your eyes shut at the feeling. No, you hadn’t wanted to wake him, he needed his sleep, but you were glad he was here with you.

“What are you doin’ honey?” His voice is run through gravel, coated with sleep.

“Think I’m going to draw some.”

Jake hums, turning you in his grip so you’re facing him. His hands trail up from your shoulders to cradle your face. His thumb ghosts over your bottom lip, once, twice before you nip at it making him smile.

“I’ll get your supplies. Go get comfy.”

You should be drawing the view right now, but you’re not.

It’s not for lack of inspiration. There’s a reason you weren’t sleeping. You wanted to catch the storm. In any other circumstance you’d be completely captivated by the dark beauty of it all—the slow flowing raindrops rolling down the window. The dark clouds that keep the moon from shining in its dim light, all the stars hidden away. The quick flash that freezes the dried leaves and barren trees swaying in the winter air, giving you the perfect picture. Winter storms were your favorite and they were hard to come by. You normally wouldn’t pass this up. But somehow, your inspiration is solely coming from the man lying on the couch across from you. He’s sprawled out, relaxed, and completely at ease. His arms are folded behind his head, eyes closed as he breathes in deeply.

You told him to go back to bed, but he wasn’t sleeping without you. So this is the compromise. There’s a playlist on your phone playing through the speakers. One you always listen to when Jake’s away. Maybe that’s what keeps pulling your attention to him. The glow of the fire paints him in the warmest hues of yellows, oranges, and reds, making his lightly tanned skin glow. You smile, teeth biting into your cheek when green eyes flick over every few minutes to check that you’re still here with him, and it’s mesmerizing, his gaze. It’s almost the same color you thought his aura to be. Calm, steady, grounding, secure.

You keep your eyes trained on the sketchbook in your lap, attempting not to be conspicuous when you look up to study him every now and then. The idea makes you snort. As if your staring has ever bothered him. You stared so hard when you first met him that you hadn’t heard a thing he said to you for about three minutes. It was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to you, but hey, he thought you were the cutest thing.

It all worked out.

When he looks up at you now and catches you lost in thought as you admire him, his lips tilt up into a teasing grin. You wink at him before looking back down at the book. You’ve drawn him a hundred times before. This one is probably your favorite. Him at home, content with you. Holding the piece back a bit, you study your favorite parts. The gentle way his lashes rest against his cheeks. The slope of his nose. He looks peaceful. Godlike. Not that you’d ever tell him that, his ego did not need to hear it.

“What are you drawing over there, honey?”

You don’t have to look up from the sketchbook to know that his smirk has turned more haughty than before, and when he leans forward a little, you lean back at the same time to keep your sketchbook out of his reach.

He knows you draw him. He’s seen a few of them. He’s seen almost all of your artwork. In fact, he has one of your drawings tattooed on him. He got it while on your honeymoon. You thought he was crazy but he thinks he was being romantic. Whatever. But this one, it feels different. More personal. It’s not him being vulnerable on the page, but you as well.

“Just the rainstorm,” you lie, with a little shrug, looking back out the window for added effect, scrunching your eyes slightly as if to examine it in depth.

“The rainstorm,” he repeats. He doesn’t believe you. Not like he has to. He knows without a doubt you’re lying. “That why you keep looking at me?”

“Maybe I just missed you, ever think of that?” You counter, but it comes out in a harsh whisper, like you're trying not to cry. Closing the sketchbook quickly, you nearly jam your finger in between the pages. His gaze burns over you, taking you in from your averted gaze, hands clenching your sketchbook, your rigged posture, back pressed so hard against the couch, as if purposely trying to keep a distance from him.

“Baby, I’m right here.”

You huff. As if you don’t already know this. Like you haven’t had your eyes on him since you crashed into him at the airport, arms around his neck and legs around his waist. It’s why you can’t sleep—because he’s home. He’s here and all you want is him close. You want him with you. You want him living inside you where he can’t ever escape; where the thought of losing him is only a nightmare. Your eyes have gone misty, something you can’t hide when you glance up at him when you feel a finger lazily drag up your leg. You raise your brows trying to feign innocence as you place the sketchbook on the other side of you. He could easily reach it if he wanted to, you’d have no chance at keeping it from him, but it seems that he can sense the anxiety radiating off of you. Jake’s smirk falls into something softer, gentler. Something you’ve only seen a handful of times—something that he saves just for you.

“Dance with me.”

You hesitate for a small second. “What?”

His eyes brighten as he pulls himself up into a sitting position. He grabs your phone that’s sitting on the coffee table and raises the volume. Suddenly, it’s three years ago, the beginning of June and you’re standing in the middle of an empty Texas pasture dressed in white. The song tugs on your heartstrings more than it ever has before. Jake’s eyes slightly crinkle with his smile.

“Dance with me.” he says softly as he extends his hand out for you to take.

For, my darling, I love you And I always will Love me tender, love me long Take me to your heart For it’s there that I belong And we’ll never part

Without much effort you're in his arms, swaying to the song that played during your first dance as a married couple. You can’t seem to stop the tears that fall from your eyes. You aren’t sad, but this feels like a lot. He’s got you wrapped up in him. One arm wrapped around your waist holding you to him, while the other is cradling your head, fingers weaved through your hair. Your head rests on his shoulder, hands tight around his waist, both of you lost in each other, in the magic of the firelight, the silence of the early morning.

“Do you regret marrying me?” Jake whispers in your ear.

“No.”

“You’d choose this life again?”

“I’d choose you every time no matter what it meant. I can deal with this, Jake, long as I get you back every time. Every time.”

His eyes rest heavy on you, and your pulse starts to race when the soft light in his eyes slightly darkens into something else. His gaze lingers on your lips long enough for you to tilt your chin up, bringing your mouth closer to his, and when his lips realign to that familiar smirk you know, like always, he’s more aware of the effect he has on you than he should be. Maybe you should be embarrassed by that, but it makes things easy. You never have to ask, he just knows. Like how you’re standing here with the electric hum of excited energy flooding your veins already, desperately waiting to feel his mouth on yours. He lowers his head slowly, eyeing you with a playful gleam telling you that he’s teasing you — that he knows his slow pace is driving you crazy. But it doesn’t last long, the moment you run your tongue along your bottom lip, his playful attitude breaks, and his lips collide with yours. You pull him closer as his hand slips down to grab at your thigh. Without much thought you jump, wrapping your legs around him as he carries you back to your bedroom.

With Jake, kisses are more than just feeling his lips against yours. It’s his calloused fingers slowly brushing the inside of your thighs, in a slow teasing motion, that drives you crazy until you're grinding against him. Desperate for him to touch you, really touch you. It’s the taste of his spearmint tongue brushing against your own, sending white-hot jolts of pleasure straight down to your core. It’s the smell of him—intoxicating, mouthwatering, enough to make you weak at the knees. But more than anything, it’s the sound of him—of the deep exhales when your fingers dip into the band of his pajama pants to tease him, the throaty groan when you grind your hips down into his, the position of you resting over him on your bed one of power, one he gives only you. It’s the surprised laugh that echoes from him whenever you nibble on his bottom lip or pull away to catch your breath.

Your seconds away from doing that when he breaks away from the kiss, grinning up at you like he knows you weren’t breathing. He probably does. The man knew you like the back of his hand from the moment you met. Jake only shakes his head, a soft laugh pouring out of him, his thumb running along your cheekbone. He’s looking up at you like you hung the stars and the moon. But that can’t be right, can it? Not when he’s magic, a myth. Something you can’t really phantom. A god in your bed, carved marble under your fingertips. He is Apollo and you, Icarus, willing to burn for a moment of his time. Willing to go to war with the sun, a battle you know you will never win.

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips.

He smiles against yours. “And I love you.”

#love is in the air tgm #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman Seresin x you #hangman x reader #hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin one shot #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick fanfic #jake hangman Seresin fanfic

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kryptonitejelly · 1 year

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OMGGG could u write a short blurb about eras tour with jake…. 😭😭😭 now its stuck in my head

😭😭😭 yes because it is stuck in my head too (also eras tour with bradley ugh ugh ugh)

“Cause karma is my boyfriend,” you find yourself singing out loud along with the 70,000 strong crowd. You lean into Jake at the same moment you sing out the lyrics, as he pulls you towards him, the both of you moving in one co-ordinated move.

Your eyes meet Jake’s, and you can feel the reverberations of the lyrics through his chest from the way your shoulder is pressed up against his body and it makes the grin on your face even wider. You let yourself take him in, the best as you can in such close proximity - black tshirt on with the words “KARMA” emblazoned in the front, and a handful of colourful, beaded bracelets hugging his forearm - the sight makes you giggle.

Jake had always been sporting, a man up for anything you wanted to do - but this, coming to a Taylor Swift concert with you and a hoard of your friends, letting you deck him out in the appropriate gear for the occasion, that was something that you hadn’t been entirely sure he would have done.

“Karma is a god,” you sing out loud to Jake and he pulls you closer towards him before singing back.

“Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend,” he lets actions accompany his words as he brings a hand up, fluffing the ends of your hair upwards with his palm.

“Karma is a relaxing thought,” you all but shout back with a laugh.

Best. Concert. Ever.

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What's Your Country Song? (TGM Mixtape Series)

When you're rolling down a two-lane highway and you turn your radio on, tell me which one hits you, baby, yeah, what's your country song?

-> a collection of works I've made based off of different country songs for the TGM universe.

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Neon Moon -> You're drowning your sorrows after calling off your engagement on Valentine's Day in a Mexican restaurant in San Diego. Alongside you, Bradley Bradshaw sits at the bar, going through a similar situation.

Remind Me ✿ -> Bradley Bradshaw is one hell of an aviator. He's one of the best at what he does. You only wish the same could be said of his performance as your husband.

All-American Girl -> Bradley's every part the doting dad to your daughter Tatum, but after talking to some of the other wives on base in your mom's group, you're worried he may be hiding his true feelings about fatherhood.

Hurricane --> Bradley's regretted breaking off his relationship with you for months, but when he sees you walking into the country club after his round of golf, he knows he has to fix things.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Cowboy Casanova ✿ -> Jake always refers to himself as a cowboy. Today, you've decided to test just how far that goes.

Heads Carolina, Tails California -> When you and your friends hear Jake Seresin's beach football mixtape, you can't help but join in the game.

God, Your Mama and Me -> Coronado's picturesque beaches have been a special, integral part of your relationship with Jake, and they're about to become a whole lot more important.

Beer Never Broke My Heart -> Jake's never been lucky in love, and as a result of past failures and heartbreaks, he's resolved to not fall in love anymore. That is, until he meets one of Bob's friends.

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Forever and Ever, Amen -> Deployments are hard for you. They're even harder for Bob. He reassures you he's never going to stop loving you though.

High On Lovin' You ✿ -> Bob's been taking on the doting dad role since the birth of your daughter, but lately, you've been finding yourself more and more attracted to how he cares for her. All The Pretty Girls -> Home for a long overdue visit, Bob is dreading seeing his family again. He doesn't fit in and he'd rather just be at home. Just as he's planning his escape, he sees you.

Beau "Cyclone" Simpson

Do I? -> Beau knows he's not the most attentive husband, but when he forgets his son Dylan's baseball tournament, he makes it his mission to make it up to you both. ✿ - denotes smut/18+ content.

credit to @mamachasesmayhem for the banner + @firefly-graphics for the divider 🤍

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Till Death Do Us Apart ⇴ J.Seresin

pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

content/warnings: 18+, bit of fluff and honeymoon phase, violence, angst, blood, drug use, guns, knives, swearing, allusions to sexual assault, death, murder, reader is said having longish hair

summary: Your wedding day was supposed to be the best day of your entire life, until it wasn't.

words count: 6.0k

notes: English isn't my first language so please take that into your consideration. Inspired by the movie Ready Or Not, but I've still changed a lot in the plot.

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The music was blasting from the speakers as Jake drove through town, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the back of your neck, messing up a bit your hairstyle. If he'd dared doing that an hour ago, maybe you would've asked for divorce before you even said I do. But now that he was wearing the matching band on his ring finger, your hair was the last thing on your mind. Your husband turned to look at you and smiled lovingly before pulling on a single pin, letting half of your hair fall down. His hand sneaked at the top of your head and he blindly searched for the second one in your thick mass of hair. He finally found it and pulled on it before throwing both pins on the backseat, somewhere you would take hours to find them to give them back to your hairdresser. Your hair was now flying behind you as the wind hit the convertible 1950 Cadillac your father let you borrow for your honeymoon.

Jake wanted to surprise you by not telling you where he was taking you. He only told you the most important thing was to bring your favorite sundress and his favorite lingerie set. He was still dressed in his whites and you in your long dress, the white clothes contrasting with the black body of the car. You still packed some comfy clothes in a duffle bag for you and your new husband. Your left hand left your lap and you caught sight of the sparkle of your engagement ring. You smiled widely and started playing with the short hair on Jake's neck. "You hungry, baby?" He asked, slowing the car and taking a turn. "I'm starving!" You exclaimed and he chuckled. You both agreed on getting married and then immediately going on honeymoon. Less expensive and more alone time. So you hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning. He parked the car on the parking lot of a fast food and turned down the engine before pecking your lips. "I grab your usual and we eat under the stars?" He asked, slipping a lock of hair behind your ear. "Whatever you want, handsome." You smiled at him and kissed him. He groaned against your lips and grabbed the back of your head to deepen the kiss. His tongue gently parted your lips before you granted him access. His wife. You were his wife. Finally. He pulled away reluctantly and kissed your cheek before getting out of the car and grabbing his wallet in his bag.

You waved at him when he turned to you before getting in the restaurant and you sank in your seat, your whole body on fire. "Newly weds?" A voice made you jump. You straightened up and turned to the voice, noticing a woman, probably in her fifties, standing not so far from you, smiling kindly at you. You glanced back at the restaurant, seeing Jake, in his beautiful dress whites, ordering your food. You smiled lovingly and turned to the woman. "Yeah, we're on our way for our honeymoon." You bit your bottom lip in excitement, something the woman noticed as she chuckled. "Dinner break, I get it. My husband and I used to travel a lot when we were your age. Enjoy it while it lasts." She winked at you and you laughed softly, fiddling with your rings. "I'm not planning on doing anything else." You simply said, turning back to the restaurant to check on Jake.

Jake thanked the waiter and grabbed the bag full of warm food. The smell only could make him salivate and he couldn't wait to sit under the starry sky with his wife. When he got out, he noticed how the sky turned orange as the sun finally started to set at the horizon. He walked to the car with a silly smile on his lips before frowning when he didn't see you in your seat. He got closer and noticed your stuff still on the backseat. He put down the food and grabbed his phone, dialing your number but he quickly heard your ringtone and found your phone in your bag. "Baby?" He asked loudly, looking around him. His heart started beating faster but he couldn't let panic overthrow him. He cleared his throat and walked back to the restaurant. "Excuse me, have you seen a woman in a wedding dress? White." He asked the first waiter he found. The young woman looked around her and shook her head, seeming sorry for him. He thanked her anyway and went to ask someone else. When he realized nobody must have seen you, he walked to the bathroom and stopped just before opening the door with the little lady pictogram. He sighed and pushed it open and calling your name, but still nothing. An elder woman looked at him weirdly and he gently grabbed her arm. "Have you seen a young woman in a white dress?" He asked once more, panic starting to show in his voice. The graying lady shook her head and left the bathroom. Jake quickly left the restaurant and joined the car once again, looking for any trace of you.

He heard faint footsteps behind him and before he could turn and ask the person if they had seen you, a damp tissue was smashed over his mouth and nose. He immediately grabbed the arm around him and pulled on it but when he inhaled, he started to feel himself weaken. His grip on the arm loosened and he winced when he felt something puncturing the skin of his neck. A sensation of burn followed in his veins and he felt like his entire body caught fire. He fell on his knees and a second pair of arms caught him under his armpits. The tissue over his nose then disappeared and he could finally breathe fresh air, but it was too late for him to fight it. He felt his eyelids shut down and his blood flow burning his temples.

When he finally woke up, he could hear the cracking of fire and the muffled sound of voices. He had a hard time opening his eyes and his neck hurt him really bad. When he wanted to bring up a hand to soothe the pain, he couldn't. His hands were tied down behind his back and that was when he finally opened his eyes completely, trying to recognize his surroundings. "Finally!" An older woman crouched down in front of him. "I thought you'd never wake up. Excuse my husband, dear. He can be really gruff sometimes." Her hand went to gently stroke Jake's cheek but he jerked his head the other way, groaning lowly. "Where is my wife, you bastards?" He grumbled, pulling on his restraints. "Don't worry, she's here. Somewhere in this house." The woman simply said as she stood up. "What have you done to her? Where is she?!" He shouted at her, startling her slightly. "Don't raise your voice at me, young man! I could've killed that poor girl if I wanted to. I'm sure you wouldn't like to be widowed on your wedding day." Jake bit his tongue to stop the insults begging to be uttered. "What do you want from us? Money? I'll give you money. Just don't hurt her." He almost pleaded, pulling once again on his restraints, but nothing to do, they just didn't break. "You really think we want money? Look around you." Jake did as told and noticed the expensive furniture. Hell, even the wallpapers looked expensive. He looked back at the woman who simply shrugged with a little smile on her lips. "See? We don't need your money. We just want to have fun. So you're going to listen to me very carefully if you want to find your precious little wife."

She crouched back down and pulled a gun from behind her back, Jake's eyes widened and his breath got caught in his throat. "I'm gonna open those cuffs but you're not gonna go anywhere until I'm out of this room. You're gonna hear music on the speakers..." She explained as she pointed at the said speakers in the corner of the room before she aimed the barrel of the gun at his face. "And when the music stops, and only then, you can leave the room and start looking for your wife. Understood?" Jake only nodded at that, and the only thing in his mind at the moment was finding you and leaving this place as soon as possible. "Good boy." She patted his cheek and slipped her gun in her back pocket before grabbing keys on the bed next to them. She leaned over him and he could feel her disgustingly hot breath on his neck. When he finally heard the click of the restraints, he immediately pulled his hands in front of him to rub his wrists. The woman anticipated his movements and in a single motion, grabbed and aimed her gun at him, making sure he wouldn't try anything stupid. He only glared at her as she stood up and walked back to the door, her gun still pointed at him. "Remember, you stay here until the music stops." She reminded him and left the room, closing the door behind her. As she did so, some classical music started playing in the speakers and he stood up and started looking around the room for something to defend himself and then defend you. After a couple of minutes, the music stopped and he looked up at the speakers, making sure he was not hallucinating. He rushed to the door, opened it and ran out of the room, looking around the hallway as he called your name.

Ten Minutes Before

When you opened your eyes, all you could feel was a terrible headache as the light hit your retinas. You looked down at your lap when you felt resistance at your wrists and saw the rope tied around them. You started to panic and stood up, looking around you to find something to cut open the restraints. You heard the door behind you open and turned around, now facing a man. "Who are you? Where am I? Where's Jake?" You asked quickly, stepping back and away from him. "So many questions. You have to excuse my wife, I don't think she introduced us correctly. Let's just start all over again, shall we? Hi, darling. You've met my dear love Daphne earlier in the parking lot. And I'm August, the one who knocked you out." He softly smiled and you could feel your throat tighten at his words. You reached at the back of your head and winced when you felt the light wound. You started panicking completely when you felt and saw blood on your fingertips. It wasn't much or enough for you to have a concussion but you couldn't stop the panic from creeping up your throat. "Where's Jake? What have you done to him? Please let us go!" You could feel tears start to well up under your eyes and the man stepped closer, trying to soothe you. "Hey, hey, hey... Calm down, everything is okay. Your husband is okay, he's here too." He said with a calm voice. "Jake's here?" You could hear the tremble in your voice, trying not to think about what those lunatics must have done to your husband.

"What do you want from us?" You asked, taking another step back. "We just wanna play." He smiled and then explained to you what was gonna happen. He would release you from the rope and let you find Jake after the music stopped playing on the speakers. "What happens next?" You asked again as he held a knife pointing at you. "What do you mean 'what happens next'? You're free, of course!" He laughed and grabbed your wrists before cutting the rope. "That's not it, it can't be." You muttered, staring at the knife pointed at you. "Well, you can stay here with us if you don't wanna play." He shrugged and walked back to the door. "Have fun, darling!" He said before closing the door behind him and leaving you alone in the room as classical music started playing on the speakers. You tried to calm yourself and think about what could be the trap. When you heard the music stop, you rushed out of the room and ran in the hallways, holding the skirt of your dress not to trip over it. Lucky for you, you changed your heels for more comfortable shoes after the wedding. You tried to be as quiet as possible, feeling like you were some sort of prey in this enormous house. You pushed open a door and chuckled in relief when you recognized a kitchen. You pulled open all the drawers and finally found kitchen knives. You grabbed the largest one and noticed a phone. You rushed to it and dialed 911 but the moment you held the handset to your ear, only white noise was coming out of it. You cursed and pulled on the phone, discovering that the cable was cut. You grabbed your knife and ran out of the room before anyone could catch you. You were about to walk down the stairs when you heard men voices. "She was so pretty in this dress, it's like she dressed up just for us. I can't wait to find her." You smashed your hand over your mouth in shock and stepped back, getting away from the voices. That was certainly not August's voice, that man sounded way younger. Which meant he was more faster than the older man. When you heard a door open, you ran out of there and rushed up the stairs to find Jake.

Jake couldn't remember another time when he was sweating that much. His heart was beating loud and fast in his chest it hurt and his hands were shaking, opening every door he passed to find you. He was calling your name loudly until he heard someone. He ran up to the noise and found a young man who was surprised to see him. "Hey, have you seen a young woman in a white dress? I'm looking for her, she's...she's my wife." He said, breathless. The man nodded and smiled at him. "Yeah I've seen her, she was running that way." He pointed in a direction and Jake could feel his heart beating faster, hope flooding his veins. "I can come with you if you want, we'd cover more field." He patted Jake's shoulder and the blonde had a strange feeling but decided to quiet it down for now. They stayed silent the entire time, quietly looking for you, Jake a little bit more panicked than the other man. Both men stopped in their tracks when they heard a noise coming from behind a closed door they just passed. They exchanged a look and the stranger quietly stepped closer to the door and turned the handle. Jake could hear his heartbeat in his ears and as the other man opened the door quickly, he could feel in his guts you weren't there. But someone was and that someone jumped out of the room, aiming a shotgun at him and shooting.

Luckily for him, he had the time to duck and he skedaddled out of there. He could hear steps following him and most importantly, gun shots. As he was about to take a turn, another gunshot echoed in the hallways and he cried out in pain when the bullet touched him in the upper arm. He immediately put his hand on the wound to slow down the bleeding. He kept running until he couldn't hear the voices anymore and he hid in a broom closet. He looked down at his arm and swore under his breath when he saw all the blood. He carefully removed his, not so white anymore, jacket before taking off his belt and using it as a wither. He gritted his teeth when he felt a bit more blood running down his arm and hoped those bastards haven't found you yet. He slowly opened the closet door and peaked outside. Nothing. He grabbed his jacket and wrapped it around his wounded arm not to let blood drops on the floor behind him. "Come on, baby. Where are you..?" He whispered, more to himself. He started walking along the hallways when he heard your voice. No. Your scream. He shouted your name and started running in the direction of your voice. He didn't care if those men with the guns found him again, he needed to make sure you were fine. He just couldn't lose you, and certainly not like that.

You were squirming in the man's arms, screaming and calling for help. Calling for Jake to come and save you. The bottom of your dress got caught in a small metallic hook on the furniture and ripped it. That was when you heard the rip that the events of the day all turned back in your mind and you felt tears running down your cheeks. That was supposed to be the most beautiful day of your life, not the worst. You were supposed to laugh and smile, not cry and shiver in terror. Bloody hell, your newly husband was supposed to be the one making you scream and ripping your dress off you. "Let me go, please! Let me go! Jake! Jake, help!" You screamed and tried to hit the man holding you and pulling you into a dark room. "He's not there, sweetheart. He left without you, baby." The man chuckled before laying you down on a bed and pinning your hands down. "Don't call me that." You spat on him and he let go of your wrists to wipe his face. You immediately got up and as you ran to the door, the man grabbed you by the waist. "Stop running away, beautiful. It would be a waste not to get a taste." You could feel his face nuzzling in your neck and inhaling your perfume before lowly groaning. "You smell even better than I thought. Now, come on, I wanna have my fun before my parents get their hands on you." He threw you back on the bed and before he could do anything, the door slammed opened. You only had a glimpse of white clothes before the man that caught you was pinned to the ground. "Jake!" You recognized him and stood up, catching his arm before he could sink down the knife he was holding into the man's chest. He probably found the knife you dropped when that lunatic caught you. "Come on, Jake, let's go. I wanna leave this place." You begged and Jake turned to you before slamming his fist into the man's face, knocking him out. "Let's go." He said, keeping the knife and taking your hand in his. You both left the room quietly and quickly found an empty room. You didn't turn the lights on not to be noticed and when you were sure you were safe for now, you threw yourself into his arms.

He let you cry and buried his face into your hair. When he pulled away, he was frowning and he noticed the blood in your hair. "What did they do to you?" He grumbled, inspecting you from head to toes. "Nothing more than that, I promise." You took his hand and noticed the home-made wither he had on his upper arm. "What happened?" You immediately asked, taking his face in your hands. "They have shotguns." He simply said before he turned to the door, hearing the men's voices. He pulled you behind the desk in the room and you both sat down, staying as silent as possible. When you were sure they were gone, you sighed heavily and closed your eyes, keeping Jake's hands in yours. "I'm sorry, baby..." He whispered, looking at you. "Don't you dare apologize, Seresin. It's not your fault." You opened your eyes and frowned. "Understood, Seresin." He smiled, loving how he could now call you by his name. You stayed silent for a few minutes, only staring into each other's eyes and appreciating the moment before the nightmare would start again. "How do we get out of here?" You asked him. "I have an idea, but it could get dirty." He grimaced before he continued. "But first, we need to get more comfortable. I'm not sure people designed wedding clothes to be practical during attempted murder." He rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. "If by practical you mean hot, you're on the good way." You tried to joke around and he chuckled. "I'm glad you found me." You added, looking at him deep in the eyes. "Till death do us apart, remember? I really hope you do because you promised those vows not even 12 hours ago." He joked back before grabbing the fabric of your ripped dress. He thought for a second before quietly apologizing and ripping entirely the skirt, making it shorter. "I promise I'll buy you a new one and we'll burn this one." He said before kissing you softly. You couldn't even remember when was the last time you kissed him, but it sure felt like years ago. He pulled away, slightly making you whine of the loss of him. "Come on, we need to move."

He made sure to never let go of your hand as you moved through the hallways silently. You were terribly amazed by the number of rooms in this house, every time you would open a door, it led to a new one. Every single time. It was like it would never end and you would never find the exit. When you found yourselves in the umpteenth room, Jake turned to you. "I think they might have an armory." He kept looking around, making sure nobody was following you. "You think?" You thought about it and he nodded. "We could use their own weapons against them, what do you think?" He asked you, still not letting go of your hand and resting his other hand on your shoulder. "I don't care what happens to those fuckers, I want to get out of here and go to our honeymoon." He softly smiled down at you and kissed your forehead. "I want that too. Are you ready for what's gonna happen? For what we'll have to do?" He asked you one last time and you nodded. "Are you?" You asked him back. "For you? I'm ready to kill whoever's on my way." He then pulled you into his arms and murmured sweet and loving words. "I love you. So much." You said, your forehead now resting on his. "I love you too, baby." You smiled at the nickname, a warm feeling spreading in your chest. "Let's go kill those sons of bitches." You pulled away from him and he chuckled at your words.

You managed to avoid Daphne, August and their two sons for as long as you could until you finally found the said armory. "Oh my fucking God, they're truly insane." Jake whispered as you both looked around the room at all the guns hooked on the walls. "Come on, we need to be prepared for whatever they have against us." You hurried to find a good gun with enough refill to shoot down all of them. Multiple times. Jake opted for a rifle and grabbed the bandoleer for it. With all the noise you made getting prepared, you didn't hear the voice getting closer until you saw the door opening behind Jake. "Jake, get down!" You shouted and one of the two sons aimed his gun at you but you shot first. A loud thud was heard and Jake stood back up, staring at the body next to him and the three holes in his chest. He then turned to you, your gun still in your hands and almost fuming like in those old Western movies. "Holy shit, baby." Jake sighed, getting closer to you and lowering the gun. "He's dead?" You asked, your voice getting weak and trembling. "You saved my life. You saved me." He grabbed your face, making you focus on him and not the bleeding corpse behind him. "I saved you." You repeated. "Good girl." He smiled and pecked your lips. "We gotta move, they must've heard the shots." He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room, stepping past the -still hot- body on the floor. Just as he said, you weren't gone for two minutes before you heard Daphne's voice from the armory, crying the death of her son. "Come on, let's go." Jake whispered to you and pulling you with him.

As you were running to find an exit, you benefited of that time to reload your gun, making sure you'd always have enough bullets. You only let go of Jake's hand for a minute but it was already too long because now you were being dragged back, a hand over your mouth and a knife against your throat. You still let escape a gasp and caught Jake's attention. He turned to you and aimed his rifle to the man holding you captive. "Let her go." He groaned, pulling on the lever safety. "You shouldn't do that." The man said and you recognized the second son. You gulped and grimaced when you felt the glade pressing against your skin. "Lower that gun and I won't hurt her." The brother said but Jake didn't move an inch, staying fully focused on his target. The man holding you lowered his hand holding your face to place it around your middle and pressed you against his body. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, dropping your gun on the floor and trying to get his hand off your body. But when you first tried to rip it off you, the knife he was holding pressed deeper into your throat, cutting your skin and making you whine in pain. Jake's grip on his shotgun weakened as he watched with terror the drops of blood running down your neck and disappearing into your dress. The man then took advantage of this and threw his knife at Jake's shoulder where the blade sank. Your husband dropped his weapon and screamed in pain as you screamed in horror. You could do nothing but watch the blood stain the white shirt of your newly husband as the man dragged you away from Jake. You cried for him, watched him drop to his knees as strength started leaving him. But he still found the strength to look at you until you disappeared from his sight.

You squirmed in the man's arms, begging him to let you go, to let you check on your husband. But he didn't let go. He dragged you into a room where you could see Daphne's red and teary eyes and August's enraged ones. The son threw your body against the table and you cried out in pain as the corner hit your ribs. August grabbed your wrists and pulled you on the table as his son maintained your ankles still. Daphne then appeared in your field of view and pointed a knife at you, making you stop squirming almost immediately. "You killed my son. We were nothing but kind to you and your husband but you had to kill my baby." She groaned the last words like a rabid animal. "You tried to kill us!" You shouted and she got the knife closer to your chest. "It's part of the game." She said as if it was obvious fact before she continued. "You were supposed to find your husband and leave. Or, we'd find you and play with you. You weren't supposed to use our weapons against us." She then lowered the knife to your stomach and the blade started ripping the fabric of your dress. You then felt hands rubbing up and down your legs. "Can I please have my fun with her first?" The son asked, looking at you like a piece of fresh meat. His hands then reached your thighs as he pushed up the dirtied skirt of your wedding dress. You only heard August grumble something and the young man's hands fell back to your ankles, but not without rubbing small circles on your skin. You felt like you would throw up. You turned to look at the window for a second and noticed how dark it was outside. You didn't know how long you had been there but it felt like months to you. That was nothing like the idea you had of your wedding night. You really didn't expect being pinned down a table and tortured then killed as your husband was bleeding to death in the hallway.

Daphne then lowered the knife to your thigh and slowly sank it into your skin, making you scream in pain. The fabric of your dress rubbing against the extra-sensitive flesh making you see dark spots as you felt your head spin. She then ripped the knife out, making you whine. You just couldn't find the strength to do anything more, your whole body was begging for mercy, aching in a way you never thought possible. But the worst was the pain in your heart, the sole thought of Jake made it bleed painfully. And just before you could feel yourself fall into unconsciousness, you heard the door slam open and two gun shots. The weight on your ankles disappeared and you could finally move your feet. Your wrists were next to be released just before hearing three other gun shots. You then heard Daphne scream and she dropped her knife next to your body. You slowly opened your eyes and thought you were in heaven when you saw Jake in the room, pointing the gun you dropped earlier at the woman. "You okay, baby?" He still asked you, never looking away from Daphne. You mumbled something he couldn't understand and stood closer to you, grabbing the knife and handing it to you so you could protect yourself if something happened. You regained your senses and when you secured the knife in your hand, you looked up at Daphne who got tears running down her face, glancing at her husband and at her son. You sat up on the table, feeling more blood coming out of your wounds and winced. Jake quickly glanced at you to make sure you were fine and wrapped the arm that was not holding the gun around your waist to support your body against his. You carefully grabbed the gun and aimed quickly at Daphne, shooting three more bullets into his head. She dropped dead on the floor, a puddle of blood forming under her as the last nerves in her body made her shiver. "Let's get out of here." You sighed, dropping the gun in the puddle at your feet.

Jake kneeled before ripping another piece of your dress and wrapping it around your stab wound on your thigh. You gritted your teeth at the pain but said nothing as Jake stood back up. You wrapped your arms around him and closed your eyes, savoring this moment of peace, even in the middle of a real massacre. "How's your shoulder?" You asked softly. "I managed to stop the bleeding. It's not that bad." He said, wrapping his wounded arm around your shoulder. He kissed the top of your head and led you out of the room. "We need to find a phone to call the police and tell them everything. They'll understand why we did it." Jake said as you staggered through the hallways. "No. The phones are dead. And I'm pretty sure we're not close to any police station." You managed to mutter, trying not to put all your weight down on Jake's bleeding shoulder. You heard Jake curse under his breath and felt him straighten up as an idea came up in his mind. "We're gonna burn down this place. It'll alert the surroundings pretty quickly and help is gonna come for us." He said as he readjusted his grip on you. Your leg hurt like hell but you were sure his shoulder did the same to him. Your husband opened a door and you almost nervously laughed when you saw the fireplace and the huge curtains not so far. You exchanged a look with him and he softly made you sit down a chair before ripping a part of the curtains so it could easily reach the fire. "Check the counter, there might be some alcohol." You said, pointing at the furniture next to you. Jake nodded and opened every door, taking out every whiskey, every liquor he could find. He gave you two opened bottle as he held two others. "Till death do us apart, my love." He tenderly smiled at you before he poured the alcohol all over the furniture. You did the same and stopped in your tracks when you caught a glimpse of yourself in a mirror. Your dress was ripped and stained, most of it was by your own blood but you knew some of it wasn't. You didn't look like a bride anymore, you looked more like a monster straight out of one of those children's tales. "Jake, can I have your jacket please?" You turned to look at your husband who was still pouring alcohol all around the room. He unwrapped it from around his arm and you could see the wither he made with his belt. He gave it to you and went back to what he was doing. You started removing your sleeves and delicately detached the blood-wet dress off you. Jake glanced at you and frowned. "What are you doing?" He asked, getting closer to you. "I'm gonna burn this dress." You simply answered, stepping out of it and putting on the white jacket Jake gave you. You held the -not so white- dress in your hands before letting it fall to the ground. When you saw Jake pouring the liquid on the curtains, you quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room when the fire reached the fabric and started spreading around the room.

You ran as quickly as possible to find an exit and when you finally found it, Jake broke it down with his unharmed shoulder. You could hear the first explosions behind you as you rushed down the stairs of the porch. Jake wrapped his arms around you to keep you warm since you were only wearing your honeymoon lingerie and his jacket. You sat down in the grass in front of the house catching fire, Jake sat behind you and holding you between his legs and his arms. You could feel the heat radiating from the residence. It was almost comforting to know those bastards were rotting in this house. Weirdly enough, your wounds didn't hurt as much as before now that you knew you and Jake were safe. You leaned back and rested your head on his valid shoulder before closing your eyes. "Don't fall asleep." Jake muttered before kissing your temple. "I won't. I promise." You said as you listened to the cracking of the fire. You then heard the birds singing and you wondered what time it actually was. Jake even started humming your favorite song to soothe you and you buried your nose into his neck, inhaling the rest of cologne he had. You could also hear some small explosions and some part of the house break down but nothing startled you, after the night you just had, you weren't sure anything could scare you anymore. Not even twenty minutes later, you could hear the sirens of the fire trucks and Jake gently stroked your arms. "Baby, the help is here. It's over." He then kissed the top of your head and you smiled, keeping your eyes closed. The nightmare was finally over.

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