#Jake 'Hangman' Seresin one sho

[make-me-imagine]

Secret Santa: Hangman's Ending

12 Days of Christmas: Day 12

'Secret Santa: Part One'

Plot: The day of the festival has arrived and you are filled with anxiety and hope as to who might be waiting for you.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Gn!Reader

Words: 1.2k

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"Well I sure as hell wasn't expecting that, newbie." You recall hearing the accented voice say.

Turning around you saw Hangman walking up to you with a grin.

"It's Y/n." You said with a stone face before a small smirk appeared "Maybe next time you wont underestimate me."

His grin remained as he stopped in front of you, he cocked his head slightly "I don't make that same mistake twice."

"Good."

You saw his eyes scan you, as though he was trying to figure you out. Hearing his name called from the other side of the hangar, he looked back at you one more time before he began to walk backwards

His eyes stayed on you "You going up again today?"

"Yeah, why, wanna race?"

He smirked "Why you like losing?"

You smiled and cocked your head to the side "I like winning more."

He grinned as he began to turn away, winking "That makes two of us."

That was the first time you had really talked to Jake, and it was the first moment he made your heart flutter. You never thought it would grow past butterflies, but now, as you stood outside the festival, fearful and hopeful, you knew it had always been more.

You tried to reason with yourself. Tell yourself if it was anyone else, you would give them a chance. But you knew that was a lie. Anyone other than Jake wouldn't do. You had given your heart to the cocky blonde years ago, and no one one else would take his place, at least not easily.

You felt overwhelmed as you roamed around the festival. Your eyes cast over every face, your heart in a constant anxiety induced flutter. Your hand nervously fidgeted with the apple necklace around your neck.

Sipping on some hot cocoa to hopefully settle your nerves, you almost jumped out of your skin when someone tapped your shoulder.

"Sorry!" the man apologized with a smile as you turned towards him. "I was just told to give you this."

Taking the note from his hand you smiled "Thank you."

Looking around for the source of the note, you didn't see anyone you knew. Opening the note, you read over the words with growing curiosity.

'You didn't think I'd make it easy on you, did you? Find me where you first beat me.'

"Find me where you first beat me?" You questioned out loud. Looking up and around, the words puzzled you, until your eyes fell onto a nearby sign. 'Christmas tree maze.'

Suddenly a jolt of realization rocked through you. One summer, about a year after you and Jake had met, you ended up at a county fair on your day off. You liked to turn everything into a competition, even though Jake always won. Never by a lot, but he always won. Until, you went into a corn maze, betting whoever made it out first, won. It was the first time you beat him, and you did so by almost a minute.

Entering into the Christmas tree maze, you hoped you were right. You weren't very competitive with any of the others. So surely, this was a message from Jake.

Weaving through the tree maze, you smiled at the occasional couple, or family you crossed paths with. Your nerves were high as you expected to see Jake around every turn.

After what felt like an eternity, you made your way through one last path, and saw the exit ahead of you. As you approached, you wondered if he was waiting for you at the end. Or if you had missed him somewhere in the maze itself.

As you stepped outside, you looked around at everyone nearby, and felt a jolt of disappointment when you didn't see him anywhere. Did you take too long? Did he go back in to find you? Was this all some cruel joke?

Before you could move, you felt two hands slip over yours eyes, and your breath caught in your throat.

"Nine minutes and fourteen seconds. I beat you by over a minute."

You smiled as you pulled away from him, and turned to meet his smiling gaze. Your chest was heavy with anxiety, but you kept it hidden.

"I would have won if I hadn't gotten blocked by the Partridge family." You excused, something either of you often did when you lost.

Jake smiled as he glanced over your shoulder, easily spotting the very family you were referencing. "Eerie resemblance." He muttered before he looked back down at you.

You watched as he pulled out a single gardenia out from behind his back, that you assumed he had in his pocket. You couldn't help the grin as he handed it to you.

Smiling up at him you cocked your head slightly "Jake Seresin, a secret romantic, who would have guessed."

He shrugged his head slightly before he squinted and leaned forward a bit "If you tell anyone, I'll deny it"

You continued to grin before you spoke softly "I wont tell anyone. They wouldn't believe me anyway." You added on.

He fake winced as he placed his hand on his chest before chuckling softly. Taking a small step closer, he spoke softly "I don't just want our relationship to be based around competition and inside jokes."

"We're in a relationship?" You asked, feigning surprise. "I don't recall you asking me anything of the sort."

He smirked as he rolled his eyes dramatically. "Forgive me for thinking the confession through gifts was enough." He smiled, but shook his head "No, you're right. I didn't ask. But I am now. 'Cause I really can't imagine anyone else being as perfect for me, as you are."

He took another small step closer and leaned in, his face only a couple inches away from yours. Your eyes stared into each others.

"I want to be in a relationship with you Y/n, I have since we first met. And I'm hoping I'm right in assuming you feel the same."

It was an open-ended comment, a question of what you would be to each other now.

You smiled and nodded softly. "You are"

His eyes flicked to your lips briefly, before he met your eyes again. "I've also been wanting to kiss you since we first met." He confessed, a small smirk on his face.

You repressed rolling your eyes teasingly, but smiled. "Then why haven't you?"

Without any hesitation, Jake quickly leaned forward, his hand gently cupping your face as he kissed you. It started out soft, but deepened after a moment. His fingers slowly slid from your cheek to cupping your chin, gently tickling your skin.

When he pulled away, his hand lingered on your face, a his eyes studied you softly. He hummed lighlty under his breath.

"What?"

"Better than I imagined."

You giggled softly as you gently smacked his chest.

He chuckled as he pulled you closer to him, your chests almost pressed together. Kissing you again, you gently took the collar of his jacket in your hands, as his hands tightened around your waist.

Parting again, you both had soft, content smiles on your faces. Without speaking, you both knew you didn't want this moment, or this feeling to fade. So you stayed like this, gazing at each other for a few more moments, absorbing the feeling of true bliss.

xx End xx

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[arcane-vagabond]

By Its Cover: Prologue

By Its Cover: Prologue

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (Last Name: Sinclair)

Summary: The frivolity of high society has never much interested in you. You preferred to spend your time reading, something your sisters couldn't fathom as they spent their time shopping the latest dress styles. The youngest of five children and the fourth daughter, not much was expected of you. You knew you might be married one day, but you hoped beyond hope that it would be to someone that might understand your intellectual pursuits. You begin exchanging letters with a mysterious stranger, and what's more, your older brother's rakish best friend seems to find himself in your path more and more as the season goes on. What's a girl to do? (Regency!AU)

Content Warning: Historical inaccuracies, Regency period, Period related drama, Talks of judgement, Period typical sexism, Talks of marriage, Death of a parent, Talks of making a debut, Reader's feelings are hurt, light angst, some fluff. I think that's it, but let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 1.6k

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Winter gave way to spring as quickly as one rumor gave way to another. Public opinion changed as quickly as the seasons, as far as you were concerned. Your whole life was spent in the thralls of high society, your entire life scrutinized by the judgmental lords and ladies of the Island before you could even walk or talk.

You had earned your reputation as a rather odd girl fairly young not quite seven years. Where the other girls were interested in dolls and hair ribbons, you found yourself enraptured by the world around you. On more than one occasion, you received a tongue lashing from your nanny as you tracked mud through the house after one of your many excursions into the garden, your mother heaving a tired sigh as you argued the merits of fresh air and stimulating your endless supply of curiosity.

“My darling,” she’d say pointedly, giving you one of her signature looks that reeked of motherly disapproval and exasperation, “while I find the fresh air and time in the garden as stimulating as the next person, it is unbecoming of a lady, dearest.”

You had recounted the tale to your father later that evening, the older man sitting at his desk with his feet propped up on the top of the wooden surface as he thumbed through a page of one of his many novels.

“I just don’t understand, Papa,” you muttered, your hair hanging from where you sat upside down on the chaise. “Why can Will go about doing as he pleases while I am to be tied down by all of these ridiculous rules?”

Your father had merely chuckled, marking his page before setting his book down to look at you.

“My darling Bug,” he smiled, taking his feet down and opening his arms wide to you. “Come here.”

You obeyed, righting yourself on the couch before standing to walk over to him. Bug had been bestowed upon you as your moniker well before you could remember. Your father had said that you earned the nickname once you were old enough to crawl all over the place, getting into things that you most decidedly shouldn’t. Your siblings had said it was because you were a pest.

Your father grasped your upper arms gently, the smile on his face as affectionate as always.

“William doesn’t get to do as he pleases,” he explained, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you pouted at him. “He will one day be lord earl of this estate, and as such he will take on many duties that will prevent him from doing a great deal of things. Indeed, he will take on many things that will see him as constrained as you.”

“I don’t believe you,” you grumbled, scowling up at him. Your father tilted his head back with a booming laugh, patting your head before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Nevermind all of that now, my little Lady Bug,” he hummed. “I’ve found a new story for you, would you like to read it?”

Your father was a fixture in your life, encouraging your love of learning perhaps more than he should have given the expectations set forth by society for you. Your mother saw no problem with your need for intellectual pursuits, but often grew exasperated at your clear lack of regard for decorum and stereotypical ladylike hobbies. Your elder sisters were the pinnacle of what proper ladies should look like in society, and you often found yourself being compared to them, much to your chagrin.

North Island, or the Island for short, was the nickname given to the group of nobles and upperclass that made up the elite, wealthy families that dictated the standards of polite society - the society you had the misfortune of being born into along with your elder siblings.

Your brother, William, was the pride of your family. He was a handsome, strong man that commanded the room with his very presence. He was jovial, charismatic, and intelligent by all accounts, and very popular amongst the other ladies of the Island.

Lydia was the second eldest after William, and was the the spitting image of your mother, with beautiful features that left all the men on the Island giving her longing looks. It was the Earl Reuben Fitch that won her hand in the end only seven seasons ago, and now they visited once in a while with their three children in tow.

Theodosia, or Theo for short, was the second eldest daughter, having entered into society only one year after Lydia, she was the prize to be won with her charming and elegant demeanor. Not quite as beautiful as Lydia, she made up for it with her wit, having won the affection of a viscount that same year.

Georgiana, or Georgie as your family was prone to call her, was only a year older than you and had made her debut the year prior. She had not settled for any of the men of the Island the year prior, setting her sights high and determining that the best had yet to come.

You rounded out the lot as the youngest, the strange, little sister that no one knew what to do with more often than not. The ladies of the Island often remarked that your head was too full of ideals, unsuitable for a lady of your noble family, and they lamented how your mother and father must have grown lax in their child rearing when it came to you. Or perhaps you were a hopeless cause. The reason varied day to day it seemed.

You were quite content with how your life was playing out. You had your books, the garden, and your dearest friend, Natasha Trace. Natasha, or Nat, was about a year older than yourself, having made her debut the same year as Georgiana.

“I’ll be happy once you make your debut,” she had said to you one night. “I won’t feel so alone at all the balls then.”

You had frowned at her words, the very thought of entering society growing less and less appealing by the day.

“Why must I debut?” You had asked your mother not too long after. “I’m the fourth daughter of an earl. Surely it is not that important that I marry.”

“Dearest,” your mother had sighed, setting her needlework down to look at you, “marriage is not all work. As the fourth daughter, you have more freedom to marry whom you would like. Your father would have wanted you to marry.”

“Father would have wanted me to do what made me happy,” you had muttered, turning to leave the room before she could respond.

Your father had passed years prior when you were only eight, and his memory still haunted the halls of the manner. William had taken up his title as earl, seeing to the estate with the help of your mother until he was capable of doing things on his own. Ten years your senior, he had done his best to fill in the holes your father’s absence had left behind, though he still needed reminding that he was, in fact, not your father.

“You’ll be making your debut this year,” he reminded you, scribbling away in the family ledger, casting you a spare glance as you scowled down at him.

“Please don’t make that face,” he sighed, setting his quill down to give you his undivided attention. “And please don’t make this more difficult than need be. Every young lady makes her debut at some point or another.”

“Why must I debut?” You frowned, your lips quickly forming into a smirk as a thought struck you. “Can I not live out my days on my own with you to support me?”

“You may not,” Williams replied flatly. “Bug, I know it can be nerve wrecking-”

“You have no idea what it’s like,” you interjected.

“But, it’s a part of growing up. You’ll find a husband who will make you reasonably happy and live out your days with him,” he finished. You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you clasped your hands together.

“William,” you began, “who would want me? The whole Island has deemed me strange, the black sheep of our family. You would really put me through this embarrassment for the sake of tradition?”

“I think you’ll find yourself surprised at who may want you,” William countered. “Many men on the Island are in need of a wife, and some may be willing to settle for someone of your nature given the right circumstances.”

A beat passed between you two, your heart stalling in your chest at his words.

“Settle?” You laughed quietly, but there was no humor to be found in your tone. “I am something to be settled for then?”

You hated how small you sounded in that moment. Of course, you didn’t care for what others thought of you. No, you were above all of that. Still, the thought that your brother saw you as some secondhand prize, something no one would seek out, hurt, and you willed the stinging tears behind your eyes to go away as you schooled your features.

William cursed under his breath, moving to stand, his face apologetic as he rounded the desk.

“Bug, that’s not what I meant-”

“No,” you snapped, sniffly slightly as you fought to compose yourself. “You’ve said quite enough already, brother. You’ve made perfectly clear where I stand as it is.”

He moved to say something, but you waved him off, already turning to leave the study.

“You’re busy,” you said flatly, “I’ll leave you to your business.”

William called out your name, but you ignored him, walking briskly down the hall and to the solace of your family’s library.

If you were something to be settled for, then you would at least make the most of what little freedom you had left.

A/N: Ahhhh!! The long awaited, much requested Regency!AU is finally here! Here's our first taste of Bug and Jake, so what do we think? As always, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. If you would like to receive updates on when I post, please go follow my sideblog (@arcanevagabond-library) and turn on post notifications! My work is cross posted on AO3 under the username sailor_aviator. Until next time!

[theharddeck]

the best me has his arms around you (jake x f!reader)

pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x fem!reader

summary: after a long deployment, Jake and his girlfriend share a slowdance after Javy's wedding. this fic was created as a part of @roosterforme 's #love is in the air tgm challenge 💕based off the song yours, by russell dickerson

warnings: none! just some soft, wedding-provoked, feelings if y'all want a part 2 with welcome home smut, do lmk

wc: 1.3k

It was a beautiful wedding.

The evening was cool, illuminated by twinkling lights strung around the courtyard of a historic hotel in Old Town San Diego, weaving among colorful strands of papel picado. Coyote and Cross had said their vows in the golden afternoon and the party had been going strong ever since. You were now at the point in the night where jackets were draped across the backs of chairs, beside high heels that had been unbuckled and abandoned, as guests were too tired to keep up appearances, but having too good of a time to call it a night. 

You liked the height that your heels had given you, but your arches were suffering the consequences; Jake had known you would want to stay on the floor so he’d pulled you into his arms and balanced your bare feet on top of his cowboy boots. The thick leather was sturdy under your toes, and you locked your elbows around his neck and let your boyfriend dance for the both of you. It was more a sway than a dance, a soft and comfortable rocking as Jake moved you around the courtyard. You pressed your face into the soft material of his dress shirt still somewhat disbelieving that he was back. 

He and Javy had been deployed at the worst time, the two of them barely making it back overseas in time for rehearsal dinner. You’d seen Jake last night, but they’d both been exhausted from the travel, and bridesmaids and groomsmen were bunking together anyway, so tonight was the first time you really felt like you had your boyfriend back. 

“You wanna sit down?” Jake asked quietly, his voice rumbling against your cheek. You shook your head against his chest, not wanting to break the moment. To be here, to hold him, to be held—it didn’t matter if your feet were bleeding raw, you’d have stayed. 

So you did stay. 

The DJ wound down, reading the energy shift, moving to softer songs, even taking slow dance requests. Older couples were drifting away, the bride and bridegroom quietly bidding everyone goodnight, until the only ones left were the ones who needed the quietness more than they needed the tradition. Jake’s hand was smoothing up your back slowly, playing with the chiffon gathered at the small of your back. 

Cross had done well in picking bridesmaid dresses that weren’t awful, and you felt more like a Grecian goddess rather than a bridesmaid cliche. You felt Jake’s hand lift, and turned your head to see Harvard and his girl waving goodbye to him as they headed out. Brigham tipped his hat—his actual stetson, since apparently your boyfriend wasn’t the only cowboy in this place—at Jake and when the DJ’s next pick sounded notably more country than the previous selection, you knew it was Brigham’s doing. 

Jake’s arms tightened around you as a steel guitar echoed around the courtyard, and you settled back into him. You’d probably need to call it a night soon; it’d been a long couple of days, and you needed to get back into a rhythm before rejoining the real world after the haze of reunions and the wedding. But for now, this moment was perfect, and you didn’t want to end it. 

Jake coughed quietly, like he had something stuck in his throat but was trying to be quiet about it. Your hand slipped from around the back of his neck to his upper back when he kept coughing, and your brow wrinkled as you pulled back, the peace of the moment evaporating when you saw Jake’s face was red. 

“Let me get you some water—” you started, but Jake didn’t let go of you.

“It’s fine,” he said hoarsely, trying to pull you back into him, but you shook your head, stepping off his shoes. 

“Jake, it’s not; let me—”

Jake huffed, running a hand over his chin, smiling sheepishly at you. His eyes were watery, and you were wondering if you should grab something other than water, when he let out a long breath through his nose.

“It’s the song, honey,” he said, voice gravelly, and you blinked at him. 

“What?” you asked, reaching up to push some of his hair out of his face. As he looked down at you, you realized him clearing his throat was to hide a rush of emotion. Jake pulled at you gently, asking, and you stepped back into his arms, giving him the space he needed to tell you what was going on. 

“Just glad I’m yours, sweetheart,” he whispered into your hair, turning you slowly around the floor.

Your heart clenched at his simple words, overflowing at having him here, having him at all. It was always hard for him to be away, it always hurt, but this sweet man? Made it all worth it.

And he’d scoff at the adjective, probably pull up his shirt to flex his abs or wiggle his eyebrows suggestively while reminding you of his other winning attributes. 

But past all his bravado and charm, past the way he seemed determined to keep people at arm’s length to protect them, past his need to remind people of how good he was, worried they wouldn’t think it unless he told them, past it all, he was a good man. You were just grateful you were the one he let close enough to find it out. 

You wrapped your arms around him again, letting the lyrics of the song settle over you as Jake swayed both of you. 

I came to life when I first kissed you

The best me has his arms around you

You make me better than I was before

Thank God I’m yours

Jake was humming along to the song, and you felt the vibration through his chest. You tightened your arms around him, your eyes closing as you leaned into his chest. 

It felt like peace, being here with him. 

Rocking slowly, held in the cradle of his arms. If you breathed deep, you could catch the remains of his cologne, determinedly lingering hours after it’d been applied, but stronger was the smell of his sweat. Soft and sweet, the familiar scent that’d long washed off the sheets and pillowcases in your shared home. 

The thought of it sent a wave of deep contentment through you and you pulled up to look at Jake. Both of your eyes were a little misty, and as the last notes of the song faded out, you leaned up to brush a soft kiss to his lips. Jake’s hands tightened slightly around your waist, but his lips were gentle as he returned your kiss, like he also felt the reverence in this moment. 

You pulled back, heart nearly bursting at the sight of him this close. The soft shadow of his lashes, the way his nostrils flared as he pulled in a deep breath, the way his once-perfectly-styled hair now fell slightly in his eyes.

You reached up to brush the golden strands away from his face, your fingers tracing from his cheekbone down to his Cary Grant chin, teasingly poking at the divet there. Jake’s mouth twitched into a smile, before he caught your hand in one of his, brushing a soft kiss against your knuckles. It was your turn to smile, then, a reaction you couldn’t stop any more than you could your next breath. 

“Take me home, Lieutenant?” you asked softly, and Jake lowered your hand from his lips, but his fingers stayed entwined in yours. You walked around the few couples remaining on the floor, and when you got to your table, you picked up your heels while Jake draped his suit jacket over your shoulders. 

The cobblestones were cold under your feet as you walked back to the car, but your hand was held warmly in Jake’s, his jacket settled on your shoulders, and you knew it was you—you were the lucky one, to be his. 

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smutty part two (please check your warnings and minors DNI!)

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[autumntouched]

Day 27 of Ode to Phoenix

Summary: Part of the Hannix Football Rivalry AU Series in which Jake is a Cowboys fan (lol like Glen) and Natasha is a 49ers fan (like Monica and me)

Jake and Natasha's Wedding, Pt. III - The Reception

Pairings: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: Lots of alcohol, lots of kissing, PG-13 at the end (erections and suggestion of morning sex)

A/N: This fic got really long so I'm posting it in three parts. I'm sorry this took awhile, and I'm a little nervous about it but needed to stop rewriting and get on to your ACTUAL requests. Thank you so much to everyone who submitted song suggestions! As you'll see, I may have gotten a little carried away. Also, clearly some of these songs are homages to Top Gun and TGM. Please don't judge my song picks too harshly. Okay, hope you enjoy!

I'm sharing the full Hannix Wedding Playlist here, but the key songs are also included when they appear in the fic.

The Wedding | Pt. III - The Party

They barely have enough time to grab a few bites before their dances with their parents. Natasha and Jake had heatedly debated their dance playlist and when she agreed to “Buy Dirt,” Jake gave her the Spice Girls’ “Wannabe” as the dance floor opener. In no time, she’s surrounded by Gabby, Nora, her other bridesmaids Nina and Kayla, and Jake’s cousin, Fallon. 

As the DJ goes through hits from their middle and high school years, Natasha laughs at Amelia and her girlfriend, Soraya’s, appalled expressions at Soulja Boy’s “Crank That” lyrics. Gabby and Nora wave it off and drag them into the dance line. Alexis rushes out to join her mother and picks up the steps in no time, although Payback looks like he agrees with Amelia and Soraya. Once the younger guests are on the floor, the DJ swings back into the oldies and it’s not long before most of the tables are empty. 

Jake and Natasha are sure to get in a few songs with the children before they have to leave for the night. The girls dance around Jake, each wanting their turn to be held for “Best of My Love.” He gives them all a turn, swinging them up and holding their little hands in his. Natasha smiles to herself as she catches several people eyeing him adoringly or lustily. He has eyes for only her, soft and slightly longing, as he watches her sway Charlie on her hip. Exhausted from the excitement, their ring bearer is curled into her arms, fast asleep, before the end of the song. Jake carries him back to his parents while she and the girls dance to “ABC.” 

It wouldn’t be a Dagger Squad party without tequila. She’s not sure where or when Coyote managed to stash a bottle during the ceremony but one appears. 

Jake touches Natasha’s hip as she dances with the cluster of her high school friends. “May I borrow her a minute?” he asks them, which makes half her friends swoon at his Texas manners and the other half give her the most salacious winks. She rolls her eyes and flashes them both middle fingers. Between her dress and undergarments, Jake can’t do much more than grope.    

“She’s all yours now,” shoos one of her bridesmaids, Nina. 

“Where are we going?” she wants to know in between pausing to acknowledge their friends and family. Unless she is on the dance floor, it has taken her more than thirty minutes to go four feet throughout the night. 

“You’ll see,” he tells her with a secretive smile, managing to keep them moving along for the most part until they escape into the lobby. Jake takes her hand and hurries her through an unmarked door into the back of the coat room before they run into anyone else. It’s not cold enough yet for it to have much use so there is plenty of space for the circle of their friends inside. Bob, Fanboy, Coyote, Rooster, Gabby, Payback, and Nora are already holding shots of tequila. The group opens for them when they duck in, and Bob passes a glass to her while Coyote hands another to Jake. Natasha grins and raises her shot with her Navy family. 

“To the Seresin-Traces!” shouts Coyote. 

They cheer loudly as their friends echo the toast and clink their glasses before throwing back the tequila. “Another one!” Jake calls while the alcohol is still igniting its hot, smooth path to her stomach. 

Coyote pours another round, and they all wait in anticipation. Jake looks down at her, hair slightly disheveled from their enthusiastic dancing, eyes aglow with tequila and devotion. “To my stunning wife, the co-pilot of my life who loves me enough not to murder me when I annoy her, Lieutenant Commander Natasha Elena Seresin-Trace.” 

It’s no longer only the tequila warming her insides when she grins at him so widely it feels like her cheeks will split. He looks immensely proud of himself for yet again catching her by surprise. Their friends salute her then down their tequila on her behalf. The second shot leaves her feeling loose and giddy. He drops a kiss on her cheek. 

Fanboy cups his mouth. “Give us a real one! Give us a real kiss!” Everyone joins in chanting “Kiss! Kiss!” Rooster tucks a giggling Gabby under his arm. 

Natasha crooks her finger for Jake to lean down to her but instead of going for his mouth when he does, she brushes his feathery, blond locks back into place. At that, the chant turns to hoots and whistles. They’re almost nose to nose when her eyes fall back to his, and hopefully none of their friends can see that he’s looking at her like he’d rather she was destroying his hair than fixing it at the moment. Their kiss is tequila laced, slippery but heated with alcohol and delayed desire. Jake’s thumb glides along the underside of her breast, and she bows her hips into his.

Coyote, Fanboy, and Nora start singing, “It’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes.”

“Whoa, okay!” Gabby protests. “No, please leave her clothes on!”

“So this is where you two got lost.” 

Jake’s lips and hands freeze at the sound of his mother’s voice. The room is suddenly very quiet, all of them stunned like caught children. Natasha peeks around Jake’s shoulder at her mother-in-law, in a beautiful crimson and gold jacquard dress, who stands in the doorway between the closet and waiting room with hands on her hips. 

“Mrs. Seresin, ma’am, I can explain,” Coyote tries valiantly when she holds her french manicured hand out for the tequila. 

“I think that’s plenty for now, Javy.” He relinquishes the bottle. She tucks it into her side then sweeps her blue-gray gaze over all of them. “These two have a long night ahead of ‘em, so let’s not end it too quickly. I can let you have it back when I’m sure they’re not part of any more rounds.”

“Mom,” Jake rolls his eyes. “We’re not six. You can give it back. We’ll behave.”

Sandy looks at Natasha for her confirmation, and she nods along with Jake’s promise. “No more tequila. And we’d better get back out there.” Her eyes meet her husband’s then skitter away before they start laughing. 

Realizing his mother won’t let Coyote have the bottle back until they leave, Jake and Natasha edge past her contritely. They wave to their friends and, finally bursting into laughter, hurry back to the dance floor in time for “Gasolina.” She can’t resist admiring how the back to back shots loosen Jake’s hips even more. He must feel the same about hers because by the end of the song, she’s tucked into the curve of his body with his arm wrapped around her stomach. 

Both of them want their reception to set a record for most fun anyone’s had at a wedding. Jake doesn’t leave Derek alone until he asks Kayla to dance. When Rooster allows Zach exactly one dance with Gabby before he swoops in, Natasha introduces him to one of her cousins who is much closer to his age anyway. Amelia and Soraya also find their way to the younger adult guests, and from the group’s growing exuberance and laughter, she suspects one of the Dagger Squad members passed along the tequila. Jake and Natasha jump into the photo booth as much as they can to be part of people’s memories from the night. 

When Lise hands Natasha the mic for the bouquet toss, the DJ asks everyone to clear the dance floor. Natasha waves Sebastian and Luca up with a chair then looks around for Jake. He frowns in confusion when she asks him to come up, but he struts forward to take the seat she’s pointing to. 

“For the civilians in the audience, this is a Navy tradition,” she announces. Understanding then amusement dawns on her husband’s face. “Jake thinks I talked him out of it because it’s usually sung to a civilian bride and yours truly is also a Navy aviator. Which is partially true. But then I thought, why not let me keep tradition?”

There are whoops and claps from those who know where this is going.

Jake laughs when she’s flanked by Coyote, Maverick, and the rest of the Dagger Squad still in their dress whites to back her up singing, “You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips.”

He allows her a few lines of “You’ve Lost that Lovin’ Feelin’” before he tugs her into his lap so that they end up singing to one another along with their friends. Already fairly drunk, she finds it hard to keep track of the lyrics with the heat that radiates off him and the glitter of mischief in his green eyes. Eventually she gives up and lets herself stare at his lips, swollen from all the kissing they’ve already done, while he and the guys sing the rest of the song to her. 

“I should probably get some water after this,” she giggles when he and Bob have to help set her back on her feet. 

Jake puts an arm around her and walks her to the edge of the dance floor. “Let’s get you some before you wind up for that toss, babe.” And almost like magic, a glass is passed into his hand. They share the water, Jake holding a napkin under her chin so she doesn’t wet her dress. 

“Better?” he asks after they’ve had a second glass.

“Better,” she promises, smiling up at him gratefully. He tucks away a stray strand of her hair and gives her a hand up onto the music stage. 

She takes the toss bouquet from Lise as the DJ cues “You Can’t Hurry Love” and calls all the unmarried women to the dance floor. There’s laughter when some of the guys join the crowd, including Fanboy and Derek who’s flirtatiously trying to edge out Kayla. 

Natasha gives them a moment to prepare before she arcs the bouquet behind her. She turns in time to see Gabby remind everyone that she played volleyball as, barefoot, she explodes from the corner of the group into the air to grab the flowers before they reach the other outstretched hands. Only Amelia, perched on Soraya’s shoulders, comes close to catching it. Gabby lands gracefully despite the length of her dress. Their sister-in-laws, Sofia and Alicia, rush her eagerly. Jake and Luca clap a bright red Rooster on the shoulders as Gabby triumphantly holds up her prize. 

As soon as she steps off the stage, Natasha’s college friends swarm her after requesting their freshman year pregame song “Paper Planes.” Nina makes sure she eats at least two of the several rolls that she saved from dinner. Jake leaves to change out of his dress whites for the rest of the night. When Gloria Estafan and the Miami Sound Machine’s “Conga” comes on, her dad and Luca sweep her into the salsa, stretching her very rusty skills. She’s grateful when they’re able to slow down to Santana’s “Oye Como Va.”

Before she can catch her breath, “Honky Tonk Badonkadonk'' comes on and Sandy and Jack tug her into the line dance. Natasha has to remind herself of the steps to keep up with the kicks and turns so it’s not until she looks around for Fallon and Zach, or even Nora, and notices they’re all missing. 

Just as she realizes that a significant portion of the bride and groom’s parties have disappeared, “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)” parts the dance floor. At the laughter from the fringes of the crowd, Natasha turns toward the entrance of the hall in time to see Jake swagger in ahead of Bob, Coyote, Fanboy, Rooster, Zach, and Derek. They’re dressed in cowboy hats and boots, no jackets, with their sleeves rolled up to their elbows. Although all of them are hot as hell in their new outfits (they really do have some good looking friends) as they kick ball change toward her across the room, she struggles to look away from her husband’s cocky smirk and low buttoned shirt. Natasha is far from the only one to scream and clap her appreciation. 

There’s more cheering when Fallon, Nora, Gabby, Nina, and Kayla follow them through the doors wearing cowboy boots with knotted crop top blouses and jean shorts. The noise only gets louder when they start raining fake money on “passing out hundred dollar bills” before everyone steps out to swing their hips. 

The women skip up to the guys, all of them pairing off except Jake. Like the others, Fallon box steps around Bob as he sways his hips, hand on hat. Whistles split through the music, and the DJ has to turn up the song for it to be heard over the excited commotion of their audience. Rooster smoothly spins Gabby behind him, through his arms, and around front before swinging her onto his back. Carrying the women piggyback, the guys gallop through the tables, Jake grinning at her hands covering her open mouthed shock. On “save a horse, ride a cowboy,” the women remove the guys’ hats and wave them in the air. 

When Jake reaches her, he hovers over her as he props his cowboy hat on her head before scooping her into his arms. 

“Are you serious?” she laughs as he carries her toward the head table. Everyone claps along to the music and follows behind them. 

“You asked for your cowboy to take you away. Here I am,” he tells her. She can’t deny it nor the alluring flush of exertion spread down his neck and across his exposed chest. Holding onto his hat so she doesn’t lose it, Natasha stretches up to kiss the hinge of his jaw. She’s not sure how Jake manages to capture her lips without slowing his pace, but that’s only another reason she thinks he’s one of the most amazing men she’s ever known. 

Jake’s family considers the garter removal and toss tradition, but Natasha hadn’t been keen for the senior officers to see her with her husband up her skirt. The compromise is removing the garter behind the screen of the head table. With their friends dancing along, she doesn’t have to be the center of attention. 

At the guitar solo, he sets her down in her dinner chair and gets down on his knees in front of her. Biting back an eager grin, Jake dips under the layers of her dress. Unable to resist, he caresses her calf and brushes his lips along her knee and inner thigh on his way up her leg. 

Natasha can’t help the gasp that falls from her lips or the shiver along her spine when his teeth graze her skin as they close around the garter. Grateful that his cowboy hat obscures her face, she leans forward over his head as he expertly slides the garter off. He’s practiced removing it on several occasions before, although thankfully this time he does so without slipping his fingers between her legs. 

On “sang her every Willie Nelson song I could think of and we made love,” Jake pops out of her dress. Cheeks ruddy and eyes dark, he steals another kiss and waves the lacy garment in the air for everyone to see, raising a loud round of cheers. He puts the garter between his teeth and helps her onto his back, dress hiked up, so they can join the line of their friends for the final chorus of “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” Singing along with her arm wrapped across his chest, Natasha waves his cowboy hat in the air as he spins them. 

She rides Jake’s back to the music stage for the garter toss. While Zach and Gabby help her down without her dress riding up, the DJ clears all but the single men from the dance floor. Returning the favor after the bouquet toss, several women also jump in, this time with Kayla wrapped around Derek. Natasha’s fairly sure they aren’t going to get through the night without making out, if they haven’t already.

The garter toss song, “Gold,” starts up while their friends playfully shove one another out the way in anticipation of the toss. 

Natasha stands aside for Jake to throw away her garter. He grins at her then launches it over his shoulder. This time, it’s Bob who manages to get enough vertical height to snatch it out of the air. There’s a shout, and Fanboy rushes him for a deep kiss that leaves Bob bright red and a little dazed when he waves the lace over his head. 

Looking a little surprised at himself, he accepts the congratulatory back slaps, hair ruffles, and shoulder punches from his competition. To Natasha’s embarrassment, and everyone else’s approving amusement, he slides her garter over his hair as a headband. 

Jake laughs and swings her down, still in his cowboy hat, to the dance floor as it fills again. She beelines for Bob to try to convince him to take her garter off his head, but Fanboy intercepts her arm and slings it over his shoulders. Bob takes her other one and they shimmy back and forth with her between them until she’s laughing too hard to worry about her friend’s headwear. 

Payback seems to be enjoying Nora’s costume change, the two of them grinding to the music. Alexis and the other children have long since been sent back to the hotel, accompanied by a babysitter and one of Natasha’s pregnant cousins. 

Rooster and Gabby dance just as closely, her jean clad hips held firmly in his hands, his hat on her head. Coyote’s plus one, Gina, also seems to be a fan of the cowboy attire with her fingers hooked through his belt loops. While Natasha dances with their friends, Jake pulls two of his younger cousins onto the floor and spins them. 

As she suspected, Derek and Kayla soon sneak out onto the terrace. Amelia and Soraya don’t bother with discretion, making out in a corner of the dance floor until Penny ushers them off. Hopefully, Maverick doesn’t trace the heavily intoxicated young adults back to Coyote. 

With the garter toss behind her, Natasha can change out of her wedding dress. Mama and Gabby accompany her to the suite where she and Jake had dinner to help her. With relief, Natasha finally has a chance to use the bathroom and freshen up before pulling on her wide-leg, one-shoulder white jumpsuit. Like her dress, the outfit has an understated elegance, adorned only with a draped bow over the shoulder strap and front pleats. Some, but not all, of her bridesmaids return in their green gowns.

The jumpsuit is much easier to dance the night away in, and Jake seems to like it as much if not more than her dress. He keeps sliding his hands into the pockets to touch her thighs and tease their crease, enjoying the way it makes her turn her head into his chest with a sharp intake of breath.

It’s her sword they use to cut the cake. As Nat King Cole’s “L-O-V-E” plays, Jake stands behind her and wraps his hands around hers on the hilt. She can feel his smile against her cheek. “Don’t miss!” he keeps whispering in her ear every time she tries to slice the cake until she’s giggling so hard, Natasha worries she might actually miss. As it is, their cut isn’t as clean as she’d like. He doesn’t smash the cake into her face, something she warned him would have dire consequences so help her it didn’t matter that they were married. Instead, he sweetly takes a forkful and feeds it to her, cupping his hand under her chin so none of it spills down her clothes. 

What he does do, though, is take his bite then immediately kiss her so that she gets a mouthful of cake and frosting mixed with his tongue. Natasha reaches up to cup his neck and leans into her husband’s irresistible immaturity. 

They spend the last songs of the evening saying goodnight and thank you to everyone who won’t be joining them at the after party, which is pretty much anyone older than they are to spare their careers. Maverick and Penny hug them hard and promise to see them at the late lunch the next day. Jake’s Naval Academy sponsor and his wife tell them how much they enjoyed getting to know their family. Warlock and his wife compliment them on a beautiful ceremony and fun night. 

When “I’ve Had The Time of My Life” comes on to close the reception, the guests cluster around them clapping along to their last dance. Always ready to please a crowd, Jake lifts Natasha into the air. Not everyone knows the years she spent doing ballet so there are gasps of awe and excited surprise when she’s able to hold herself up before he lowers her into his arms. They sway with the other couples still on the dance floor until the music fades and the lights dim. 

One final song, “My Life Would Suck Without You,” plays them out the venue and to their waiting limo through an arch of sparklers formed by their guests. They wave from the open window until the line of light disappears behind them. Buses will take the younger guests to a bar closer to their hotel for the after party.  

As soon as he can, Jake pulls Natasha into his arms, his lips crashing into hers as his hands roam over all the places he’s wanted to touch but could only look at throughout the night. A strangled noise escapes his throat when he realizes that her jumpsuit can’t accommodate a bra, and he takes full advantage. It’s a good thing they’re done with professional pictures for the night because her hair is a wreckage of its bun by the time they’re delivered to their destination. Before they get out, Jake has to help her pick the bobby pins out of her curls so she can untangle and let them down. 

They’re fully able to let loose at the after party, the bottle of tequila, now almost empty, making a second uninterrupted appearance for the Dagger Squad. There’s another dance floor, this one far more risque than the one they left behind. Payback is finally drunk enough to follow whatever Nora does. Amelia and Soraya clear half of the floor with their dance to Janelle Monae’s “Make Me Feel,” a wild blend of rehearsed choreography and drunk inspiration.

Natasha’s not sure how long Jake has her pressed up against the bathroom door, her arms stretched above her head with his tongue down her throat and hand down her jumpsuit, but by the time they get back to the party Coyote, Rooster, and Fanboy are doing their best Magic Mike impressions for Gina, Gabby, and Bob (who is still wearing her garter as a headband.) Natasha sips water and watches from Jake’s lap, his face buried in her shoulder and his breath hot on her skin while he calms his hard-on from their bathroom escapade interrupted by people too drunk to hold their bladder. 

It’s the early hours of the morning when she curls into his side on their ride back to the hotel. They’re both drifting off when the driver opens the door for them. She packed lingerie in his favorite color for their wedding night, but she’s too tired to do more than scrub off her makeup and brush her teeth. He unzips her jumpsuit for her and carries her to bed naked. Jake’s shoulder is the only pillow Natasha remembers before she wakes up sprawled across her husband, the hand with her rings entwined with his and the ridge of his wedding band cool and solid on her back while his heart beat echoes in her ear.

She looks up to find him watching her, lying as still as possible so he didn’t disturb her sleep. He disentangles their hands to brush the nest of her hair out her eyes. “Good morning, Lieutenant Commander Seresin-Trace,” he murmurs, eyes glowing at her new name. 

Dazed with sleep and happiness, she rests her chin on his pecs. “Mmm, good morning, Commander Seresin-Trace.” She presses a kiss to his heated skin. “I wish we could do it all over again,” she mumbles. 

Jake pulls her up his chest. “That was the best day and night of my life, Nat, but I don’t think I’m going to mind the honeymoon.” 

Somewhat nonsensically, she realizes, “But I’m not wearing honeymoon clothes.” She’s not wearing any clothes, for that matter. And from his slick hardness against her leg, neither is he. 

He rolls her beneath him, and Natasha thinks with drowsy contentment as she stares up at the soft glow on his handsome face and disheveled blonde hair that she never wants to leave this cocoon of his heat and love. “Even better,” he says, his wedding band catching the light as he cradles her cheek to kiss her still slightly swollen lips.

Part I | Part II

Ode to Phoenix Masterlist

Hannix Football Rivalry Series AU

Tag List: @melodiousoblivionao3

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Jail Birds - Rooster/Hangman

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Fem!Reader // Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Fem!Reader 

Prompt: You get one phone call, who is it going to be. (More of a Drabble)

Based on this post by the wonderful @imjess-themess ! Thank you @fanficgirl429 @blue-aconite and @imjess-themess​ for reading it over <3 

Enjoy xoxo

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“I have to go to the bathroom,” I yelled, hoping that anyone other than the two idiots in the cell opposite mine would hear me. 

I leaned against the sticky brick wall and crossed my arms. 

“There is a toilet right there,” Rooster said, pointing at a little bowl in the corner of my cell. 

I laughed, “You're joking?” 

“He is not,” Hangman added, standing beside Rooster, “Just go! It’s not like you haven't peed in front of us before.” 

“I am not against peeing in front of you. I'm just pretty sure if I go anywhere near that toilet, I will catch an STD.” 

We were joined by one of the officers that had brought us in about an hour ago. He smiled at me and then shook his head, “Sorry ma'am, but until someone comes to bail you out, that is your bathroom.” 

“I'm gonna die here.”

Hangman laughed at me before turning to the officer, “Um, do we get a phone call?” 

The officer nodded.

“So, who should we call?” Rooster asked, glancing between the two of us. 

Hangman made a suggestion, “We could call Bob?” 

“No! Don't bring that precious angel into this.” 

Rooster rolled his eyes at me, “You aren’t serious.” 

I ignored him, “I'd call Maverick, but I'm pretty sure I feel safer in jail.” 

“Do not call Maverick!” Hangman added. 

At that moment another officer joined us, a clipboard in his hand. 

“Does the name Pete Mitchell mean anything to you three?” 

We all nodded. 

“Robert Floyd called and said he is on the way, so you should be out of here shortly.”

“Shit,” the three of us said simultaneously. 

The officers whispered something to each other before turning to leave the room, “Just sit tight for now.” 

I sat down on the bench that was closest to the boy's cell, “He is going to ground us.” 

Hangman nodded and Rooster sat down on one of the benches in his cell. I walked over to the bowl in the corner of the cell and glanced into it and gagged.

“Yup, I’m not going in that, I’ll just wait.” 

An hour went by before the officer came back, this time with two familiar faces in tow. 

Maverick crossed his arms and approached the cell, Bob at his side. 

“So, who's going to tell me why you three ended up here in the first place.” He said, looking at Hangman and Rooster in disappointment. 

Rooster hesitated before pointing at me. 

My eyes narrowed. “Snitch!” 

“Just tell me what happened, or I’m grounding all three of you for the rest of your career.” 

Hangman and Rooster starred in my direction and I took a deep breath. “Fine. I may or may not have started a bar fight-.”

“It’s very clear actually, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.” Maverick stated, matter of factly. 

“You don’t understand, this guy said women shouldn’t be allowed in the Navy, let alone be allowed to fly planes, and I simply couldn’t accept that.” 

“And what did you do after he said that?” Bob asked. 

Rooster laughed and I ignored him. “I kicked him in the balls.” 

Maverick brought his hand to his face and rubbed his eyes. “Okay, I guess I can’t blame you for that one. I assume they got involved after that.” He pointed at the two idiots with their faces pressed against the cell bars. 

“Well, we weren’t going to let her fight an entire bar by herself,” Hangman said.

“We didn’t get very far though. I punched one, Hangman punched one, and Y/N kicked another in the balls. After that, the cops pulled us outside,” Rooster added.

“Is that all?” Maverick said sarcastically. He turned to Bob who was trying his hardest not to laugh. 

The three of us nodded and I stood up from the bench I was sitting on. “I really need to go to the bathroom.” 

Maverick contemplated his choices and my heart began to race at the thought of him actually grounding us. 

“Maybe you guys should spend the night and think about what you did-.” 

“What! No, dear god, no.” I cried.

“No!” Hangman whined.

Rooster spoke up last. “I’d rather you ground us.” 

“Shut up, Rooster!” Hangman and I screamed. 

Our captain finally nodded to the officer who then pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He motioned for me to exit and I quickly hugged Maverick. 

“Thank you!” 

The officer unlocked the boy's cell door and they quickly joined us.

“You’re on your own next time you get into a fight, I’m not helping you.” 

I rolled my eyes at Rooster who was now standing beside me. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that the next time I get into a fight it’ll be with you and you’ll have no choice.”

This time he rolled his eyes and I laughed before running to the nearest bathroom.

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LOST HOPE.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: A sunny day turns dark when someone decides to walk into the Hard Deck and start sho*ting while you were working. Jake gets the news and immediately heads to the hospital to receive devastating news.

Trigger Warning: mentions of shootings, miscarriage, blood, depression, nightmares.

“Seresin,” 

Jake’s heart dropped when he looked up to see the admiral Simpson. Everyone knew that when you got called by your last name and not your call sign, that something was wrong. Jake never expected it would be him getting the bad news. 

Jake got up from his chair, his breath shaking and his heart racing, and walked out to the hallway with the admiral. 

“It’s your wife, there’s been an accident.” 

That was all it took for Jake to bolt out of the door and into his Jeep. 

His car raced through the parking lot and off base. He didn’t care if he was speeding, he didn’t care if he was going to get in trouble with the admiral, the last thing he was worried about was himself and his actions. He was only worried about Y/N.

His panic thoughts grew louder. Beads of sweat dripped from his head. He wasn’t sure what to expect, was she injured badly, was she in a coma, was she okay and had a few bruises, or was she dead? He had to pulled to the side of the road. 

Jake stumbled out of the car. Vomit creeped up his throat and spewed all over the road. He took a moment and sat down to collect his thoughts. He took a few deep breaths and swallowed, picking himself up and climbed back into his car. 

He calmed down and took off towards the hospital again. 

When he arrived, he ran in, making sure to stop at the front desk. The nurse sitting there gave him the information he needed, and he sprinted through the back door into the emergency room. 

It was like tunnel vision. 

Last time Jake had tunnel vision was when he was fighting the enemy a few years back, right after he met you. He needed to make it home safely to you or you would never forgive him. 

Y/N had been in a trauma room, you know, one of those big rooms with the big lights above the bed and all the equipment needed if someone were to code. He came upon the room and busted through the curtains. You had been laying on your side with your hand cradling your stomach and the other holding a green throw up bag. The trauma and stress made you so sick. He knew instantly what was going on but didn’t know the full extent. 

He walked up to you, caressing you close and bringing his lips to your forehead. You had been crying, tears falling upon your cheeks while in excruciating pain. 

“Someone had a gun,” you sobbed, gripping his flight suit, “they – they shot at us.” 

“Oh honey.” He said, cradling your head in his hands.

You didn’t take a bullet or get hurt at all; Penny had gotten you out of there before there was time for her to get hurt. You watched people get shot as you were escaping. You screamed in fear but also in agony as you fell to the ground. A pain struck your stomach and blood started streaming down your leg. You thought you had gotten shot but it was something more heartbreaking. You was experiencing a miscarriage. 

“The baby, the baby’s gone.” 

Your sobs were piercing. 

Anger rummaged through Jake’s veins while holding you. Not only were you shaking out of pain and fear, but Jake was also shaking. Shaking from the anger. How could someone walk into a place and start shooting? How could anybody take the lives of the innocent? He knew he had to keep his frustration in check for the sake of you.   

The mission was in 8 weeks. 

How was he going to be able to work and train for such a deadly mission while his own wife was going through the worst moment in her life? How was he supposed to show up with the motivation to fight when all he wanted to do was flight? 

Hours passed. Exhaustion caved in. Text messages rolled in. 

Rooster: I just heard the news, is Y/N, okay? 

Phoenix: OH MY GOD. Jake, are you okay? Is Y/N, okay? 

BOB: Do you guys need anything? 

Everyone had been concerned for you, but what no one knew was that you had been pregnant. Only Jake. You were 8 weeks along, both of you just hearing the heartbeat days ago. You and Jake were waiting until the 12-week mark to tell everyone, you know, in case of a miscarriage. And that is what happened. 

 Jake and you were over the moon. It was your first child. The both of you already had started planning names, how the nursery would look, and when Jake would bring the little one to the planes. What every first-time parent does. It was over in a split second. 

 As you waited for confirmation of the devastating news, the emotions were growing higher. You and Jake both knew that the medical team had to attend to the GSW victims first. You weren’t priority, and it broke both of your hearts knowing the news, just sitting in the pain of it all. 

The doctor came in. He introduced himself to both You and Jake. He was exhausted from all the traumas that came in. 

Jake grabbed onto your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze to reassured you that he was with you. He was here.

“I know today has been exhausting for the both of you,” he started, flipping through his papers. “We’ve got the confirmation back and it does look to be a miscarriage. Your ultrasound does reveal some tissue still left in there, so we need to schedule you for a D&C -Dilation and curettage. It’s a procedure to remove the unnecessary tissue.” 

You began to cry again. Jake only squeezing your hand again. He held back tears, you were already going through so much, he didn’t want to add it. The new was finally confirmed. It was a miscarriage. Your baby had died. 

“I am so sorry to the both of you. We have printed off resources and therapy options if need be. Please, let us know if there is anything else we can do for you. We are going to get your discharge papers going and a scheduler in here to get that procedure set up.” 

Jake let go out your hand and shook the doctor’s hand. 

When the doctor stepped out, sobs were the only thing that had filled that room for what seemed to be an eternity. It took another hour for you to be discharged and scheduled. Jake had texted Simpson to ask if he could bring a new clean pair of clothes for you. Jake didn’t want anyone who he was flying with to know except for his superiors.

Admiral Simpson: I will be right there. Do you guys need anything else? 

Jake: No, thank you. 

Simpson met Jake outside, giving him the bag of clothing. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on but knew that there was a shooting. Jake didn’t share much. After all, he was the one to tell Jake that you were in accident. He thanked him and walked back into the hospital.

Jake walked back into your room, a nurse getting your IV out and wrapping it up with some coband. You finally stopped crying but your eyes were so puffy red, and you were exhausted. You experienced so much in one day and all you wanted to do was go home and sleep for days. 

The nurse went over discharged instructions and gave you some stuff to help with the extra bleeding. The nurse put your clothes that you bled through in a hospital bag and gave your hand a squeeze and let youknow that she was extremely sorry and there are helpful resources out there. 

Jake helped you out of bed and helped you into your clothing. Thankfully, it was a pair of sweatpants and a large t-shirt so that you would be comfortable. You got your sandals on and he grabbed your hand and lead you out of the place that you would dread for a long time. 

You couldn’t help but feel guilty, sad, fearful, every emotion in the book. You lost the baby and you felt like it was all her fault. I mean, you weren’t even supposed to be at work – you had been sick for the past few days, but finally felt good enough to go. If you didn’t go in, this wouldn’t have happened and you would still have the baby. 

Jake didn’t let go of your hand at all. He would periodically give your hand a gentle squeeze, looking at you to make sure you were okay, but you weren’t. You were so numb that you barely felt his hand. The only thing you could only feel was the guilt of losing the baby and the sadness of not being able to meet your special one. The first child you were going to have and you lost it. 

You hadn’t realized that they you home until Jake had shouted a little bit. You swallowed, snapping out of your daze. You cried so much that you didn’t have any more tears to cry.. 

“Hey, you with me?” 

“Y-yeah.” Your voice was flat. Monotone. No emotion at all. “I think I want to go to bed.” 

“Okay, I’ll help you to bed.” 

Jake didn’t bother to grab your blood-soaked clothing or the rest of his work stuff. His main concern was helping you. Nothing else. You both walked into the house and up the stairs, you stopped at what would have been the nursery, seeing that the door was open. You saw the rocking chair and the little bear that laid upon it. You felt your heart break even more. 

“Let’s go to bed, Hal-”  

“Get rid of it.”  

You whispered and walked towards your bedroom. Jake simple nodded. You didn’t want any reminders; you already had the worst reminder of it all. Yourself. The girl who couldn’t keep her own baby alive.  

Jake grabbed your hand, leading you down on the bed. He made sure that you had two pillows, blankets pulled up to your face and a cup of water beside you. He bent down, pursing his lips against your forehead.  

“I’m going to shower and then I’ll be in bed.”  

You sighed, closing your eyes and dozing off.  

**** 

The nightmares that followed with the coming days were enough to put someone in a mental facility. Jake woke up several times during the next week due to you having night terrors and screaming, but he stayed up to make sure you were okay. He was mentally and physically done for.  

Jake woke up to you screaming and shaking uncontrollably. He got up, and walked over to you, he gently shook your shoulders to wake you up. When you woke up from your nightmare, you just began to cry in his arms. He held you for a little while until he saw blood forming on the bed.

“I’m going to run you a bath,” he said, slipping out from your grip. You just nodded and let him go. 

He walked into their bathroom and turned on the facet, making sure to throw in some Lavender Epsom salt and lit a few candles. He knew that it had to be around 2:30 in the morning and had to be up in 3 hours for work – but making sure you were okay and comfortable was his only concern. 

He walked back out, grabbing you by the hand and helped you into the bathroom, slipping you out of your dirty clothing and into the bath tub. You instantly sunk into the water, resting your head against the wall. He let you relax while he went and changed the bedsheets.  

Jake was scared for the first time in his life.  

He was scared for you and if you would ever make it out of this dark tunnel.  

Once Jake had changed the sheets, he went back to the bathroom, you were still in the same position you were in. You hand was hanging out of the tub, he sat down against the tub, grabbing onto it.  

“Mmm, Jake?”  

“Yeah?” He whispered.  

“I’m sorry.”  

“Nothing to be sorry for, dear. For better or worse.”  

It was the first time in a week you giggled. Jake felt a little weight come off his shoulders.  

“For better or worse.”  

It was becoming to be around 3:15 and man, you were both tired. Jake drained the tub and helped you out once more. He had grabbed one of his t-shirts from one of his missions from the dresser and a pair of black cotton panties for you. He helped you into them and got you back into bed. 

He crawled in next to you, making sure to not go to close to your stomach as he knew you were very self-conscious about it all since the miscarriage. He placed his hand on your upper arm and let it rest there. They laid there until you both dozed off.

5:30 AM came sooner than he thought. It felt like he was asleep for 5 minutes and then was awake again. He turned around in his sleep and as he went to turn to kiss you good morning, he felt that the bed was empty and cold.  

He shot up, frantically searching the bedroom and then the bathroom. He shuffled towards the nursey to see if you had gone in there. No sign of you at all. He hurried down the stairs to be greeted with her in the kitchen making coffee and bagels.

You turned around and locked eyes with him. You forced a smile on your face and poured a cup of coffee, making sure to only had sugar. Jake’s favorite.  

“Good morning,” you said, walking up to him with his coffee. You reached up, planting a kiss on his soft pink lips. “I made you breakfast.”

“Thank you.”

You smiled and walked outside and sat on the deck swing with a blanket. It was may and but it was still a little chilly. You supposed your coffee as you watched the waves crash.

Jake followed and sat on the swing next to you. He had his coffee in one hand and set his other on your leg. You set yours on top of his.

“I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry that I lost our baby.”

“Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s okay to not be okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. Your feelings are valid. I’m here, I’m here with you. Every step of the way.”

You blinked away, tears threatening to fall out. You didn’t want him to see you crying again.

“Y/N,” he slipped his hand from under yours, grabbing it in his and bring it up to his lips. He pressed his lips against your knuckles. You turned to face him with tears in your eyes. “I know you feel alone and scared, but none of this was your fault. You had no control over this. I know none of this is going to make you feel any better, but please know that I love you and I am here. It’s okay.”

That was all it took for you to start sobbing again. You set your coffee down at your feet and moved closer into Jake. He wrapped his arms around you and you pressed your face into his chest.

He pressed kisses on your head and you both stayed there until you stopped crying. Crying made you feel better, it was a release. Jake being here for you and him just letting you feel the emotions without him intervening made you thankful as well. Thankful that he didn’t push you to get over it or that you can have another baby.

“We’ll get through this. I know we will baby.”

“Thank you, Jake.”

And you both stayed there until Jake had to get up to go to work. While he was getting a shower, you made the decisions to seek out help, to get a therapist. If you didn’t get help, you knew this wasn’t going to end well.

And you didn’t want to loose this battle.

A/N: omg, my heart is shattered into a million pieces???? I have a part 2 written, should I post or not? Leave a comment below!

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Ok MoJoJoJo, I've got one! Fluff drabble with Hangman or Rooster? Prompt: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Sorry this took so long my love! I hope you like it!

 After the first game of dogfight football, beach day with the dagger team had become a monthly tradition, although it was not always to play football. The team quickly learned that Bob was a fantastic surfer and sometimes they’d go down to attempt to surf with him with hilarious results. Sometimes they’d go to have a barbeque or a picnic, or get drunk around the firepit. No matter what they decided to do, they always had a great time. Midway through a game of dogfight football, Jake “Hangman” Seresin took a time out to get some water and reapply sunscreen, the rest of the team continuing on without him despite the uneven numbers. 

He jogged over to the shade of his girlfriend’s beach umbrella where she was laying down and reading a book, having fallen down earlier in the game and tapped out to rest for a while. She reached up to hand him a water bottle from the cooler, which he drank in practically one gulp before grabbing his towel and wiping away some of the sweat from his head and neck.

“Looking good out there babe.” his girlfriend, Y/N commented and he smirked.

“I am good baby, I’m very good.” he replied with a smirk and she laughed.

She opened up her mouth to make a snarky reply but was cut off by the sound of a little girl calling out for her parents.

“Mommy? Daddy? Where are you?” she cried, loud sobs erupting between the cries. 

She couldn’t have been more than five years old, wearing a sparkly pink swimsuit and dragging a small bucket behind her. Jake was reminded of his young nieces and his heart broke when the little girl dropped her bucket and sat down in the sand with her knees pulled up to her chest. He didn’t waste a second, walking quickly and kneeling down in front of her. 

“Hey, sweetie. Are you lost?” he asked softly and the little girl raised her head to look up at him with the biggest, saddest eyes he had ever seen.

“I can’t find my mommy and daddy! I was looking for seashells and now I don’t know where they are!” she cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks as her tiny frame shook with her sobs. “I just want my mommy and daddy!”

The rest of the group had noticed what was going on and stood together a little ways behind Hangman, watching the scene play out.

“I’m gonna help you find your mommy and daddy, okay?” he assured her. “What’s your name sweetie?” 

“D- Daisy.”  she hiccuped and he smiled, holding out his hand to her.

“Hi Daisy, I’m Jake.” he told her and she tentatively put her hand in his so he could gently shake it.

“Hi Jake.” she said quietly, wiping her tears away and Jake was pleased to see that she seemed to be calming down a little.

“These are my friends, Daisy.” He pointed to the group behind him and they waved and smiled at her. “We’re gonna help find your parents, okay?”

“Okay.” Daisy said quietly.

“Daisy, can you tell me what your mommy and daddy look like so my friends can go find them?” Jake asked and she nodded.

Daisy was able to give a basic description of her parents and Jake turned to the group. Rooster, Coyote, Fanboy, and Payback all nodded and started jogging in different directions to search. Jake turned back to Daisy.

“You did really good, Daisy.” he told her and she gave a small smile. “That’s my friend Nat, and that’s my friend Bob, and that’s my girlfriend, Y/N. Do you wanna come sit in the shade with us to wait for your mommy and daddy?” 

Daisy thought for a moment, probably considering stranger danger before she sniffled and nodded. Jake smiled and stood up, holding out his hand to her as she stood up and grabbed her bucket, taking his hand and letting him lead her towards the umbrella. As they walked, Jake asked about the seashells in her bucket and she perked up as she showed him all her cool shells of different types and colors. The group of four sat down under the beach umbrella as Daisy continued to show Jake her shell collection, Jake paying attention and making comments and questions to keep her preoccupied.

After a few minutes, she seemed to have completely calmed down and was giggling as Bob told her jokes and Phoenix made funny faces. Before long, Rooster returned with a young couple who were immensely relieved to have found their daughter safe and sound. Daisy’s face lit up and she sprinted towards her parents, squealing in joy. Jake grabbed her bucket and followed, shaking the father’s hand as they thanked the group for looking after her. He handed over her bucket of seashells and told them that it was nothing. They thanked him again several more times before walking away as a whole family again.

“Bye bye Jake!” Daisy called with a wave from over her mother’s shoulder as she was carried away and Jake waved back.

He turned around and returned to the umbrella, sitting next to his girlfriend.

“Damn Hangman, I didn’t know you were good with kids.” Phoenix commented. 

“She reminded my of my nieces.” Jake replied.

“That was real good of you, Hangman.” Bob said, getting up to join the returning members of the team, Phoenix following.

Jake was about to join them in dividing up into teams for another game but stopped when he saw how his girlfriend was staring at him with an expression he couldn’t quite place. Unsure if she was mad at him, he froze in confusion.

“Baby, why are you looking at me like that?” he asked nervously and she sucked in a hard breath.

“Holy fuck, that was so sexy.” she said and she was taken by surprise as much as he was, evidently not realizing she had been speaking aloud.

“What?” he asked, noting that her body language was telling him she was getting a little hot and bothered.

“Men who are good with kids just turns me on so much.” she answered somewhat shyly, embarrassed she had blurted that out.

“Hmm…” Jake hummed, thinking for a moment before turning on his heels and walking towards the parking lot. He made it a few steps before turning around to look at his girlfriend with a smirk. “Well, are you coming?”

“Where?” she asked.

“The first private place I can get you to, baby. I’m not just gonna let my girl be all hot and bothered without helping her out.” he replied with a wink and she grinned as she hopped up and after him, not stopping until they had reached the backseat of his car.