#Jake Seresin x latina!reader

[blackwidownat2814]

Merry Christmas Lieutenant (J.Seresin)

Pairing: Jake Seresin x female reader

Word Count: 1440 (ish)

A/N: Written for @sailor-aviator’s Christmas Writing Challenge. My word was candy cane. To be super honest, I completely forgot I had to write this until last night and went through about 5 ideas before I landed on this today. Thanks to @buckysdollforlife for the quick beta-ing they did earlier. Part of the Jake & Dewey ‘Verse. GIF by @babyrooster

Dividers by: @saradika (Go check out her others, they're awesome!!!)

Warnings: Super fluffy and honestly? The most suggestive thing I’ve written…ever. So yeah, implied future smut I guess?

Masterlist

MERRY CRISIS EVERYONE!!!

When you’d told Jake that your favorite thing about Christmas was candy canes and other peppermint flavored things, you didn’t think he’d go this hard with it.

On December 1st, you shambled into the kitchen to see Jake standing at the island with a steaming mug in his hand and a big smile on his face.

“Merry Christmas sweetheart.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips and when you pulled away, you took a sip of your coffee.

“Jake! You made me a Peppermint Mocha?!”

“Of course I did, it’s your favorite.”

“Maybe you should change your callsign to 'Starbies'.”

On December 2nd, you woke to find a big bag of the Ghirardelli Peppermint Bark Squares on your nightstand with a short note I love you so much baby. Enjoy your minty snack!

You took the bag with you to work and shared the love with your coworkers. On your lunch hour, you headed over to the Exchange to meet up with Bob for lunch and shared some with him, giving him extra to share with the other Daggers.

“Hey Bobbers? Could you give Jake something extra for me please?”

“Sure Dew, what is it?” You planted a kiss on Bob’s cheek and he turned red and smiled. “I can’t guarantee he’s going to appreciate it as much since it’s not coming from you.”

It went like that for the next week or so. Candy cane themed gifts for you every day. Knee high socks covered in candy canes, some earrings you’d seen on TikTok, all kinds of candies that were putting out their peppermint flavored things.

Two weeks before Christmas, Jake came home with news that he and the other Daggers (Mav included) were going to be gone until a few days before the holiday to several Naval Air Stations starting in New Jersey and ending back home in San Diego. You didn’t know all the facts, because all Jake could tell you was that it had to do with the Uranium Mission (since you were Mickey’s only family and Jake’s partner, Mav had said that all you could really know was that it was dangerous and that the squad called it the Uranium Mission).

Jake promised his gifts would keep going in his absence, even when you told him they didn’t need to.

The first day he was gone, you went to the Hard Deck to have dinner with Halo, a recent friend. Halo waved when she saw you walk in and you joined her at the end of the bar, where you greeted Penny.

“Hey Pen, missing Mav already?”

“Always do”, she replied with a smile. After you and Halo gave her your dinner order, she placed a glass down in front of you.

“What’s this?”

“Hangman asked me to get you a peppermint flavored drink every time you come in while they’re all gone.” She pulls a mini-candy cane from under the bar and sticks it in the glass. “This here is a Peppermint Piña Colada. Enjoy.”

“What’s with all the peppermint?” asked Callie.

“Last month, I told Jake that one of my favorite things about Christmas was candy canes and peppermint flavored stuff. Since December 1st, he’s given me something peppermint flavored or candy cane themed every single day.” You took a sip of your drink, “Oof…that’s actually better than I thought it would be.”

“Oh. So that’s why Hangman asked me to give you this.” Callie pulled a small red and white gift bag from the bar stool beside her and slid it your way. “He said to tell you not to open it until tomorrow though.”

“Ugh! But I want to open it now!”

“He said, and I quote: ‘One a day Dewey, that’s the rule. Be a good girl and follow the rules.’” Callie made a face like she wanted to vomit. “I don’t kink shame, but I did not need to know that.”

You’re not sure how long you laughed after that.

The next day, Callie came to visit you at the library.

“So, what was in the bag?” she asked. “Wait. After that message, I’m not sure I want to know.” You gave a small laugh as you placed two small spray bottles on your desk.

“He got me hand sanitizer spray in Twisted Peppermint from Bath & Body Works. One for the office and one to carry in my bag.”

“Can I have some?”

“Sure!” You give her a couple sprays and she rubbed her hands together.

“This smells awesome. Like I’d dipped my hands in Christmas or something.”

While he was gone, Jake had cookies from Tiff’s Treats (a dozen minty chocolate) delivered, a box of only peppermint chocolates from Copper Coast Confections, a new red and white striped apron from Hedley & Bennett with your name embroidered on the front. After watching Next Level Chef a few months ago, you’d expressed to him how you wanted an apron from H&B one day and that it might take you a while because they were pretty expensive. You couldn’t believe he’d remembered. After that, when you invited Callie and Penny over and the three of you would cook or bake together, you smiled big as you sported your new apron.

Finally, the day Jake and the rest of the Daggers were due home arrived. They weren’t due until late afternoon, so you changed in your office at the library. You wore your candy cane earrings, striped Santa hat, bright red lipstick with peppermint gloss, and made sure your new manicure (candy cane themed of course) shone brightly.

You stood with Penny and the other families that waited for their sailors. You hugged Bob and Phoenix when they walked over to you guys and when Reuben and your brother arrived, they both gave you a big wet kiss on either cheek. Distracted as you were wiping your cheeks off while laughing, you didn’t see or hear Jake approaching.

“What are you doin’ givin’ my girl kisses, Payback?”

“JAKE!” You whirled around with a scream.

“Hey sweetheart.” You practically jumped into his arms and pulled his face to yours (thank goodness for long lasting liquid lipsticks!). Jake took it a step further and dipped you backwards while still kissing you…like that sailor kissing a nurse in New York City on VJ Day in 1945.

“What am I?” you heard Mickey ask. “Chopped liver?”

Later that night, you were in bed reading while Jake finished his shower. You could smell the shower gel he used because it was one he’d gotten you while he was gone (a delicious pepperminty scent from LUSH), and he finally emerged from the bathroom in a peppermint scented cloud.

“Boy, am I happy to be home.”

“I’m glad you’re home too, Jake.” You pecked him on the lips when he leaned down over you. “I missed you and even though I loved absolutely everything you got me--especially the candy cane themed flower bouquet--none of it replaces having you here with me.”

“You sap.”

“Shut up. You love how sappy I am.”

“True.” He put on his sleep pants and got in bed next to you. “Do you want today’s present?”

“I thought you were today’s present?”

“I’m just the bonus”, he said with his traditional Jake Seresin smile (it was your favorite of his smiles).

“Then gimme!” You put your book down and made grabby hands at him.

“Here you go m’darlin.” He handed you a small box with a red and white bow on it.

“Jake. Jake. This isn’t…?”

“No, it isn’t. I wouldn’t do that without Mickey being present.”

“Oh okay. It’s not that I don’t want to…”

“Baby, don’t worry, I understand.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” He winked at you and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Nerd.” You turn back to the small box and open it. Inside was a necklace with a small ruby and diamond encrusted candy cane on it. “Holy shit.”

“I take it that means you like it.”

“I love it Jake.” You settle onto his lap and kiss him. When you pull apart, he takes the necklace from the box and moves to put it on you. “Thanks cowboy. I think this is going to beat one of my gifts to you for sure.”

“Oh? Do tell.” You hop off his lap and run into your closet. A few minutes later, you emerge wearing your new candy cane themed robe and your necklace.

“I wanted to put on my necklace and see what you think about how it looks.”

“Let’s see it.” Jake’s jaw drops comically when you throw off your robe, because standing in front of him is you. In your necklace.

Just your necklace.

“Merry Christmas Lieutenant.”

[blackwidownat2814]

I can't wait to see Jake and the others f this guy uuuuup.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Latina Reader

Blurb: You were once the best female pilot at Top Gun. That was until a mission ended very badly. Now, 3 years later, you're somewhat healed and dating a man who takes advantage of your trauma. Now, you work at Hard Deck, the closest you could allow yourself to Top Gun, when your old friends come back... including a new guy you don't know; and to say he's intrigued by you is an understatement. But when your boyfriend decides to lay hands on you in front of him and your friends, all hell breaks loose.

Contents: Domestic Abuse, Swearing, bar fight, some fluff(??)

(Title pending! Let me know if you have suggestions!)

Word count: 3,160

I hope you all enjoy! I'll try to update it as much as I can.

Chapter 1

You never thought you would step foot in Hard Deck after everything that happened two years ago, never mind work there. It was oddly comforting and your therapist said it could help with the trauma you endured. So when Penny gave you a job as a bartender and server, you jumped at the opportunity. 

Anything to be close to something you once loved.

You’re in the middle of cleaning out the dirty dishes bin when you hear the creaking of someone walking into the bar. 

“We’re closed,” you say. “Come back at 8.”

“Oh, I’m not here for a drink,” a man’s voice says. “I’m here to see Penny. Is she in?”

You turn toward the voice to see a man in a leather jacket with multiple patches usually worn by naval aviators. His dark hair is perfectly styled and when he takes off a pair of aviator glasses, he exposes his hazel eyes. 

“You must be Pete,” you said with a smile. “She told me you’d be coming around. She’s in the her office if you wanna go back there.”

He nods and makes his way toward the back of the bar. He stops at the entrance before turning to face you with a soft smile. “I’m glad you’re back, Y/L/N.”

Startled, you ask, “How do you know my name?”

“I work at Top Gun. I’ve heard stories and seen your pictures all over the place.” Pete smiles before turning serious and adding, “I really am glad you’re back. Admiral Simpson told me a lot of great things when he was your instructor.”

You take a deep but shaky breath before nodding, lips pulled tight before you say, “Thank you.”

You eye his jacket to see his rank and frown. “Captain?”

“Yeah, Captain.” Pete nods. When your brow lifts, he adds, “It’s a long story.”

“I’ll look forward to hearing it,” you smile. 

“I have a new class starting up today, maybe you’ll see some of my guys,” he says. “You may see some familiar faces.”

And with that, Pete walks into Penny’s office, leaving you reeling and wondering who you’ll see later.

*   *   *

Later that night, Hard Deck is packed with Naval Aviators and civilians. It’s loud, chaotic, and joyful for the most part. People are playing pool, throwing darts, and having a great time getting drunk.

It reminds you of the good old days, back when you weren’t traumatized and living with an abusive man.

You’ve just finished putting a couple of beers in front of a group of civilians when you hear someone call your name. 

“Y/N!” 

You turn just in time to see Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, smiling ear to ear with his signature mustache sitting on his top lip. 

“Rooster!” You exclaim. “I can’t believe you’re here!”

“Yeah, I’ve been assigned here for the next couple of months, some sort of mission. You know how that is,” he drawls, smiling to himself. He looks you up and down before saying, “You look good, y/n.”

You’re wearing a simple black, V-neck shirt with a pair of jeans and Converse. The compliment makes you smile and wave his comment off. “I’m sure you tell all the girls that.”

“Nope,” he smiles. “Just you.”

“So what’re you having, and how many?” you ask. 

“I’ll have seven of your lovely beers,” he chuckles. “You should come over to the pool tables, Phoenix would love to see you.”

“My girl is here?” You ask excitedly.

“Of course. I’ll send her over for the next round,” Rooster says, watching as you expertly open all six of the beers quickly. “What time are you off?”

You check your AppleWatch before saying, “In about two hours.”

“Come meet us over there when you’re off,” Rooster smiles, pointing at the pool table across the way. “And Y/N, I’m glad you’re back in some way. We’ve missed you.”

“Thanks, Roo. I guess I’ve missed you.”

You watch as he walks off, noting the people he approaches. Phoenix practically breaks her neck looking in your direction, Coyote, Fanboy, Payback, and Bob smile and wave; and there’s another guy there you don’t recognize. He has sandy blonde hair, tanned skin, and an award-winning smile. From the bar, you can see his green eyes sliding over your body, checking you out. You cross your arms over your chest and cock a brow in question. When he waves at you with a cocky grin, you have to fight a smile from forming on your face.

It was cute but you’re taken. 

Unfortunately.

You’ve been dating Nick Abernathy for the past year or two and while it was very fun and loving in the beginning, now you can’t stand to look him in the eye. 

Not after what happened the last time you were at Top Gun. And especially not after how he reacted and treated you everyday after.

Speaking of the devil, you hear your boyfriend, call out your name to the left. “Y/N!”

You turn to see Nick, the man you once loved so much, smiling down at you. He’s all blonde hair and dark brown eyes, broad shouldered, and muscules; a naval pilot. 

Your type. Again, unfortunately.

“What’s my favortie lady doing looking at those aviators?” he asks. To the untrained ear, it sounds like he’s being playful. But you know the truth, and you know you’ll hear–and feel–it later.

“Just some old buddies of mine,” you tell him.

“Right,” he says, eyes narrowing. He moves a hand, reaching out to grip your wrist. “I’ll be waiting to take you home after your shift.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you tell him, smiling sweetly to hide the growing dread in your chest. 

“What kind of a man would I be if I didn’t drive my girlfriend home?” Nick seethes, looking beyond you. “Besides, I don’t like the way those aviators are looking at you.”

You turn your head toward where you know Rooster and the rest of the aviator group watch the interaction. Their faces are all hard, ready to defend at your ‘okay’. You send them a small wave and reassuring smile before turning back to Nick who is now practically red in anger.

“They’re just friends,” You tell him, fear begins to prickle all over your body. “I met them when I was at Top Gun.”

Before Nick can say anything, Penny comes into view, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Hey, can you stay another couple of hours? Pete wants to take me out and I can’t close early tonight.”

Relief fills you immediately when you reply, “Yeah, I can stay until closing.”

“Good,” Penny smiles. Then, as if seeing Nick for the first time, says to him, “Don’t worry about picking her up. I saw her drive here.”

Nick’s jaw clentches before he smiles, drops your arm, and responds, “Oh, I must’ve gotten confused.”

He turns to you before saying, “I’ll see you at home.”

Penny stays by your side until Nick finally leaves before turning you to face her and saying, “Go clock out. I’ll take it from here.”

“I thought you were–”

“I told him that so he would leave you alone,” Penny states, rubbing your shoulder. “Go catch up with Rooster and the gang. Just stay until closing so I can follow you home.”

“Thanks, Penny.”

You turn to leave, smiling to yourself and looking at the ground, when you feel someone’s eyes on you again. You glance in the direction of where Rooster and the rest of them are to find the green-eyed aviator that was checking you out before, staring. 

Creep.

You clock out before grabbing a beer from Penny and making your way toward the group.

“Hey!” Phoenix exclaims at the sight of you walking closer. Then, pulling you into a bear hug, says, “Come here, Bullseye! I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, Nat.” You smile, smoothing her hair when she pulls away.

“Bullseye?” the green-eyed aviator asks, Texan accent drawling and sending shivers down your spine. 

“You’re looking at the most badass female aviator I’ve ever met,” Phoenix tells him. “The best at shooting too.”

“Is that why your call-sign is Bullseye?” he asks you. 

You square your shoulders before smirking and replying, “Yes.”

“I’ll spoil it for you,” Rooster laughs. “She’s terrible at darts.”

“First of all, I was drunk!” you exclaim with a laugh. “I would’ve gotten that bullseye if you hadn’t bumped into me!”

“Mhmm, blame the alcohol,” Rooster teases. 

“So, Y/N, who was that guy you were talking to?” Coyote asks. 

“Yeah, didn’t look like a good conversation,” Bob adds. 

“Um, my boyfriend, Nick,” you respond, feeling Green Eyes stare at you. “Soon-to-be ex.”

“Why soon-to-be?” Fanbooy asks.

“Just,” you trail off. “We fell apart.”

“Didn’t look that way from our angle,” Green Eyes mutters. 

“I’m sorry,” You say, turning toward him. “Who are you?”

Green Eyes grins before outstretching a hand and saying, “Jake Seresin, Hangman. You can choose what you call me.”

“Hangman?” you ask, quirking a brow. “Like the game?”

“The one and only,” he responds coyly. 

“You’re looking at the only naval aviator with one confirmed air-to-air kill,” Phoenix tells you. “He’s also a dickhead.”

“Oh, stop. You’re being too sweet,” Hangman grins. He turns toward the bar and frowns. “Isn’t that your soon-to-be ex?”

Your spine stiffens. You don’t have to turn to know that Nick is standing at the bar, eyeing you from one of the barstools. Your eyes widen when you see him throw back a shot of what you know is whiskey. He turns aggressive when he drinks so this should be fun.

“You okay there, Y/L/N?” Phoenix asks.

“I have to go,” You say, starting to walk toward him. However, you feel a hand on your arm and turn to see Rooster looking down at you, concern written all over his face. 

“You’re not going over there alone,” he tells you. Turning to the group, he tells them, “We’re with her, I don’t like the way he grabbed her the last time he was in here.”

The group give affirming nods, all except Hangman. 

“I’ve got this,” you tell Rooster. “He’s harmless.”

You knew it was a lie as soon as it left your lips and so did Rooster. His dark brown eyes narrow on you before he takes a swig of his beer and says, “We’ll be close by.”

You curtly nod before cracking your neck and handing Phoenix your beer. So much for relaxing. 

You make the short walk to where Nick sits at the bar, feeling Penny’s eyes half on you and on another customer. Behind, you can feel the gaze of your friends as they watch you stand before Nick. 

“What’re you doing?” You ask. 

“I was about to ask the same thing,” he says. “See, I called the Hard Deck line and they told me you had clocked out. But I remember Penny telling me that you were staying until closing.”

“Nick–”

“Don’t,” he orders. “We’re going home. Now.”

“I don’t think so,” You boldly announce.

You’re just as surprised as Nick by the looks of it, so when he aggressively grabs your jaw and brings you close, you lock up completely. 

“That wasn’t a request, Y/N,” Nick tells you darkly. His face is hard, you glance down at his hand by his hips and see that it’s clenched tightly. 

“Nick,” You start. “Let’s just go. Let’s not do this here.”

“Why not? You don't want your buddies to see how much of a cunt you are?” he spits. “Let them see what happens when you try to act like you’re single.” 

“You’re hurting me,” You softly say. Nick scoffs before frowning at something behind you. 

Not something, but a couple of somethings. 

“Let her go,” you hear Hangman say. His Texan charm all the way off and threatening.

“This has nothing of concern to you,” Nick spits.

“How about you let her go, and we won’t beat the shit out of you,” Phoenix says, her hand on your lower back in comfort.

Nick obeys, pushing you to the left and into the bar top harshly before taking a few steps toward Phoenix. You turn, watching as Phoenix stands her ground, not flinching when Nick tries too scare her by flinching forward. Rooster comes between the two of them, almost touching Nick’s nose with his own. The bar falls silent, all eyes on the interaction. 

“Roos,” You start. “It’s fine. I’ll go home with him.”

“No,” Rooster says to you, eyes glued on Nick. “You’re staying with Phoenix until he leaves your apartment.”

“Rooster, I can–”

“That wasn’t a request, Y/n,” he booms. To Nick, he says, “Here’s whats gonna happen. You’re gonna leave and start packing your shit. When she comes home tomorrow, and we’ll be there to confirm, you’ll be out of there and her life for god. Got it?”

Nick smiles before tapping Rooster’s chest, hard. “So you were the one she used to fuck when she was an aviator. Tell me, Rooster, do you think she’ll open her pretty legs for you again?”

Rooster only smiles back before turning to his left where Fanboy and Coyote stand near you. “Get Y/N to the pool tables.”

Before they can grab you, Nick reaches out and squeezes your wrist tight before pulling you close to him. “You’ll have to peel her off me.”

“Let her go, I’ve called the police to remove you,” Penny says from behind the bar. “Your Captain won’t be happy to receive a call from jail.”

Nick clenches his jaw before slowly letting your wrist go and pushing you an arms length away. Before you have time to run into Coyote’s arms, Nick’s fist is flying toward your face in slow motion. When it finally makes contact with your cheek, you stumble, falling into someone’s arms and being dragged back before all hell breaks loose. 

The bar is filled with shouting and the sound of glass shattering. And yet, all you can focus on is the way Rooster, Coyote, and Payback block Nick from rushing toward you. You’re so engrained on the commotion before you, you don’t hear when Hangman calls out your name.

Jake was a lot of things, but a hero was not on his roster. As soon as he saw Nick hit you, he went into full-on hero mode, pulling you into him and rushing you both to the pool tables. The look of shock paints your face as he watches you stare at the commotion before you. 

I’m in deep shit if she wants to go over there because I’m not letting her out of my arms.

“Hey,” Hangman soothes. “Y/N, was it?”

You snap your head toward him and he has to fight to keep from sucking in a breath. Up close, you were gorgeous, even with that shiner growing on your left eye. 

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” You say, realizing who you’re sitting on and then standing from his lap. “I have to get over there.”

Hangman knew you’d say that so he stands with you, and shakes his head. “No, I don’t think Rooster would like that very much.”

“Well, it’s a good thing Rooster isn’t here,” You tease before breaking for a sprint. Only, you don’t go far because Hangman has his arms around your waist in seconds. 

“You’re a slippery one aren’t you?” 

“I just want to get Nick out of here,” You whisper. 

Hangman searches your eyes, sensing every ounce of truth radiating from them. Matching you, he whispers, “Rooster’s got it handled.”

“Are you okay, Y/N?” You both hear Rooster say it but you don’t dare turn your heads toward him. Hangman’s eyes search yours again, wanting you to say something.

“I can take you to my apartment if you’d like,” Phoenix says to you. 

You finally turn away from Hangman’s intense gaze and push away lightly. “Yeah, I think that would be best.”

“Penny said to leave your car here by the way,” Bob says, looking between you and Hangman. 

“Sounds good,” you respond, turning to walk away with Natasha, arms linked. Before you both completely walk out of Hard Deck, you turn around to see Jake already staring with longing eyes. 

Something about it makes you shiver and pull Nat closer.

*   *   *

Jake watches as you turn back around and smile at something Phoenix said, wondering what it was that made you smile. He turns to Rooster, who’s givinghim the most sly grin he’d ever seen.

“You like, Y/N,” Rooster states. 

“You’re not wrong,” he admits. “She seems so familiar. Have I met her before this?”

“You’ve probably seen her picture all over Top Gun,” Coyote tells him. 

“Wait where?”

“Oh, you know, the main entrance,” Bob says. “Literally in the classrooms… do you not pay attention to the walls?”

“She’s been through a lot,” Fanboy mutters before taking a sip of his beer. 

“What do you mean by that?” Hangman asks. When he sees the others give warning looks, he adds, “What happened?”

Rooster sighs before taking a swig of his beer. “You remember that aviator that went missing a few years back?”

“The one they found half dead?” Jake asks. “Yeah?”

“That was Bullseye,” Bob quietly tells him. 

“She was–” Jake had to stop himself from speaking. Anger and sadness filled is chest at the thought of what may or may not have happened to you. 

“Yeah man,” Payback says, clapping Jake’s shoulder. “That anger you feel right now? That was us when we found out it was her.”

“She’s never told us what happened, not even Nat.” Rooster tells them. “It’s like she just shut that out. What we do know is that she never stepped foot on a tarmac ever again.”

“She couldn’t bear to sit in the box again either,” Coyote adds. “She had a full panic attack as soon as the glass went down. Rooster here had to carry her out.”

Rooster nods. “So whatever you’re thinking of doing with her, don’t.”

At that, Jake recoiled and frowned. “What makes you think I wanted to–”

“C’mon, Jake. I saw the way you look at her when she and Phoenix walked out,” Rooster drawls. “Y/N is the closest thing I have to a sister, so just please. If you do try to get with her, don’t. And if you manage to actually succeed, don’t push her. She’s strong but she can only take so much.”

Jake only nods. 

His mind is swirling with questions he’s too afraid to ask.

What happened to you that made you so terrified to be in the box? Why were you with that asshole if you had so much trauma? Was Nick just a coping mechanism of sorts? 

When was he going to see you again? And why does the though of seeing you again make his heart warm?

Hangman didn't know the answers, but he damn sure wanted to find out.

[thebiggerbear]

FANFICTION FRIDAYS

This week I moved the # from 40 to 56.

Here are my picks for Dec 27th 2024, please go give them a read:

The Exit Strategy by @waynes-multiverse - Russell is ready to hang it all up and retire, open up a brewery, and enjoy the rest of his civilian life. However, there’s one important thing missing before he can take the big plunge. Luckily, he knows just the right person to help him find it. (Russell Shaw x Reader, Tracker) Wake Up Call by @dixons-sunshine - Mornings had never been Steve’s thing. Unless he had somewhere he needed to be, he did not like being woken up. However, waking up to you first thing in the morning was definitely something that he wasn’t against. (Steve Harrington x Female!Reader, Stranger Things)

Winter in Volterra by @agirllovespancakes - Bella watches Renesmee doing a snowball fight with Volturi guards. (Twilight) the feel of your arms by @briseroyawritingsblog (Old Man!Logan x Female!Reader, MCU) No One by @justwhisperingfantasies (Soldier Boy x Female!Reader, The Boys) Rainy Reunion by @gloomwitchwrites (Aragorn x Female!Reader, LOTR)

Some Kind of Love by @blackleatherjacketz (Sonny Carisi x Reader, Law & Order: SVU) Dark Desire by @defenderrosetyler (Duby, Supernatural) Christmas Card by @bullet-prooflove - Bobby still keeps the very first Christmas card he got in LA. (Bobby Nash x Reader, 911) Restless Man by @luci-in-trenchcoats - A week after Beau’s kidnapping, the reader is grateful to find him in mostly one piece. But Beau’s more shook up than she could have imagined and when emotions are high, who knows what might get revealed… (Beau Arlen x Reader, Big Sky)

To be loved by you by @caplanbuckybarnes - He confesses a deep secret to her. (Draco x Luna, Harry Potter) Screwed Up and Brilliant by @writella - Negan is ready for you. Daryl isn’t; and maybe he’ll never be. Negan makes that clear to you tonight. (Negan Smith x Female!Reader, The Walking Dead) Day Nine - Frozen by @ohtobeleah - Jake is so intoxicated he forgets he played a life-threatening prank on you. Leaving you to freeze, for hours. (Jake Seresin x Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Reader, Top Gun Franchise) [please read Warnings first!] Just Us by @arctickat2400 (Tom Felton x Reader, RPF)

New Year's Kiss by @romancingromanoff (Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader, MCU) Lighthouse by @nescaveckwriter - Line: Tree, Clock, Rope (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) Careless Accidents by @mostly-imagines - aka you get hurt and jason’s pissed (Jason Todd x Female!Reader, DCU)

Unholy by @the-lone-writer94 - Reimagined story based on the motel scene in the Herogasm episode. Whilst Soldier Boy is adjusting to being back, he is currently holed up in a motel as he awaits for Butcher and Hugie. However, something comes up and Butcher needs someone to watch Soldier Boy. Which comes in Jessica, she’s a private investigator, she’s hot-tempered and tough, will she and Soldier Boy be able to be in the same room as each other? Because even she can’t deny that Soldier Boy is hot. (Soldier Boy x Female!OC, The Boys) Only you by @cheynovak (Cordell Walker x Reader, Walker) Run by @inez-winchester-cameron - After running into a dark room, you end up in the hands of the Winchesters, one soulless and one a demon (Soulless!Sam x Reader x Demon!Dean, Supernatural)

Our Little Secret by @bunnysbrainrot - Knowing your impatience between your intimate encounters, Joel gives you a sweet reminder of who belongs between those thighs of yours. (dbf!Joel Miller x Female!Reader, The Last of Us) Piece of jewelry by @percywinchester27 (Danneel Ackles x Reader, RPF) Midnight Espresso by @zepskies - You’ve never taken Dean’s flirting seriously…until he asks you for an impromptu Spanish lesson. (Dean Winchester x Plus Size Latina!Reader, Supernatural)

The Best Weekend of Your Life by @deanwanddamons - You are obsessed with Supernatural and go to a convention with your best friend. You are 100% a Dean girl while your friend is a Sam girl. Both Jensen and Jared are single in this. You both catch the guys attention and things go from there. (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF) A Peaceful Dream by @wayward-dreamer - Bucky and Y/N have a much needed date night, resulting in a little fun in the kitchen. Later, after experiencing a nightmare, Bucky comforts his daughter and helps her come to terms with it. (Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, MCU) Elevator Encounter by @winchesterwild78 (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF)

Territorial Pissing by @thoughtslikeaminefield - My decades’ long crush on Soldier Boy was squashed when my career as a journalist taught me the real Soldier Boy story. Now, my career brings me full-circle. (Soldier Boy x Female!Reader x Billy Butcher, The Boys) It's All Coming Back To Me Now by @sams-sass - You are falling for Sam until Swan Song happens, but there is something you don't know. (Sam Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) Runnin' by @b3autyfuld1sast3r - Russell Shaw illicits the help of a spitfire civilian to help him track down his missing brother, Colter. Distractions are something he doesn't need…or so he thought. (Russell Shaw x Female!Reader, Tracker) Paschal Moon by @kickingitwithkirk - Jensen finds crossing the tracks isn’t always a bad thing (Jensen Ackles x Astronomer!Reader, RPF)

Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone by @lamentationsofalonelypotato - Reader is a secretary at the Hawkin's Sheriff's Department and Jim Hopper drives her to and from work everyday. Hopper gets worried when reader does not come out of her home, and when he finds out she is sick, he decides to take care of her. Set before the events of Season One of Stranger Things (Jim Hopper x Female!Reader, Stranger Things) A Dragon's Glory by @syrma-sensei (Daemon Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, House of the Dragon) Fated by @nightxcreature - reader is struggling with a decision about her life and who is in control of it. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) The Trouble With Co-Stars by @janicho88 - Filming has just wrapped on season 2 and you are leaving Vancouver for the summer. Summer is busy with a movie you are excited to be working on, even though it’s going to take you away from someone special to you. He has his own movie to film in California. That’s not a big deal right? Meeting new people can be a good thing for both of you, or not. (Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader, RPF) Ambitious by @chevroletdean (Dean Winchester x Female!OC, Supernatural)

Untitled Beau drabble by @beauswhore (Beau Arlen x GN!Reader, Big Sky) Special by @decaf-mother - You mean the world to him but he's not sure he deserves you. (Josh Washington x Female!Reader, Until Dawn) Unpunishable by @eepwtf - soldier boy boarding school au! x catholic boy (Soldier Boy x Male!Reader, The Boys) Untitled by @sp1dermann0 - Having sex in the back of Dean’s car (Dean Winchester x GN!Reader, Supernatural)

Prompt 6 by @sweetcocopowder - You finally bring yourself to summon a crossroads demon to strike a deal. But you quickly find out that this crossroads demon does things a lil differently to seal a deal. (Crossroads Demon!Dean x Male!Reader, Supernatural) admirer by @nesnejwritings - Mornings were easy and they always gave you a chance to admire your favorite green-eyed hunter (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) My heart skips a beat by @cevansbaby-dove - When Glen is at a red carpet event he just can't take his eyes off you… (Glen Powell x Reader, RPF) Be My Baby by @foxyjwls007 - Prompt Song: Be My Baby (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) Dance with me... by @flowery-mess - given song: under the tree - sam palladio (Bradley Bradshaw x Female!Reader, Top Gun Franchise) Don't tell me you love me by @justagirlinafandomworld - Castiel shares his feelings with you. What ensues, even you can’t predict. (Castiel x Reader, Supernatural)

Round and Round We Rendezvous by @talltalesandbedtimestories - You’re on a Girls Trip to Vegas and meet a certain hunter at the buffet. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) Grace and Immortality by @alexsoenomel - Reminiscing on old childhood memories while on a case with Sam. (Sam Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) Earn It by @angelbabyyy99 - You hated Ben. His crappy personality, the whole nine yards, but you couldn’t help being attracted to it. (Soldier Boy x Curvy!Reader, The Boys) Recurrence by @jessjad - Sometimes the past comes back unexpectedly. But it's on you to decide if you let it get to you. (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF)

What he doesn't know by @pamwritessometimes - You’re hiding two dangerous secrets from Sam. Little did you know, he’s just uncovered one, but it’s not the one you think. (Sam Winchester x Witch!Reader, Supernatural) How To Train Your Demon by @thesilmarillionblog - Dean is consumed by darkness, and your body is consumed by his. He wants you to realize that his new self is superior and demands that you enjoy his demon form. (Demon!Dean x Female!Reader, Supernatural) Touch of Nature by @inknopewetrust - You connect with Benedict at one of Henry Granville's parties and the rest is history. (Benedict Bridgerton x Male!Reader, Bridgerton) Hello Nurse by @kittenofdoomage - Someone’s gotta go undercover as a nurse, and for once, it’s not the reader drawing the short straw (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, Supernatural) You Scare Me, Professor by @joelswritingmistress - The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. (Joel Miller x Female!Reader, The Last of Us) Smarty Pants by @lanadelnegan - Negan shows his appreciation after you explain how to make a bullet. (Negan Smith x Female!Reader, The Walking Dead) Storm Warning by @writercole - Tyler returns to a town he hasn’t seen in three years. He didn’t expect much excitement. He could never have expected what he found. (Tyler Owens x Reader, Twisters)

Looking for more? Please check out my fic rec lists and writers rec lists (1, 2, 3). I do have some things to update like the Beau stories list, Alec, Russell, Jensen, Soldier Boy, Dean, etc (and I promise I will when I hopefully get more time in January) and I do have some more coming out like for Joe Velasco, Bobby Reyes, Law & Order: SVU, LOTR, etc.

In the meantime, if you’d like to peruse even more stories that are on my reading lists, please check out @biggerbearsreads and @tbbrebloglibrary (which will eventually take place of the 1st - tbbrl will be more organized by tags, etc) or you can check out @biggerbearficrecs.

Here it is, the last post for the holiday season. Starting next week, the #'s will most likely go back down to in between 10-20. I hope you all have a wonderful new year and rest of your holiday season/vacation!!! ❤️

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What are you doing to me?

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Latina!reader

Summary: Since the first moment Jake laid eyes on you, you had his attention. Little did he know that you were going to change in every possible way he didn't see coming.

A/n: If you guys like this idea, I might even turns it into a series and add more into to fill in some blanks. I hope you guys do enjoy this!

Maybe it was the way you spat fire when you argued. Or how you defend yourself from a man double your size and weight, but you had Jake amused and intrigued. "Go suck a fucking dick, pinché puto feo! (fucking ugly bitch)" You glared at the man, who didn't seem to get that you weren't interested. He was about to step in when he noticed Rooster moving behind you. A hand was placed on your shoulder as he held you back from attacking the man.

"The lady doesn't seem interested." Rooster stood tall behind you, ensuring he had a good hold on you. "I'm gonna advise that you turn and leave before things get ugly." He nodded at him, and the man, red with anger, left. Once he was gone, Rooster whispered something to the firecracker, who just shrugged the man off her. A smile danced on her lips as she playfully punched his arm. Whatever they were talking about, Jake couldn't hear, with everyone now talking again and the music playing. 

And that was how it began. The interest Jake grew in you.

After that night, he knew he had to get to know you.

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Bradley, aka Rooster, was someone you considered family. When you moved away from the family that cut their ties with you at a young age, you somehow ended up rooming with Bradley at 19. While he was only a couple of years older than you, you both had hit it off well. He had no one after losing his mother, leaving you two closer. A friendship that soon blossomed into a relationship of siblings. "Go away." You pushed Bradley, who now had his arm around your shoulders. He smiled down at you, amused with your lazy attempts to push him.

"You know you love me." He said over the music playing in the background. This earned a laugh that left your lips as you shook him off of you. "You'd be lost without me, Y/n." You rolled your eyes at him as you sat on the hood of his truck. You didn't know how you allowed this man to convince you to come out this Friday night, but here you were. Once again, at the bar where you almost wished you had knocked down that ugly piece of shit of a man. 

Almost.

"Actually, I'd be at the apartment." You shrugged as you swung your feet back and forth. "I'd be in my cozy bed watching Criminal Minds." This time, he was the one to roll his eyes at you. Unlike Bradley, you didn't mind not going out that much. You'd be home watching a good movie or show and curled up in bed. He'll, even reading a good book was enough for you. However, that didn't mean you didn't enjoy yourself when you were out.

"You've already watched every episode of that show." He pointed out, and he wasn't wrong. You had watched all of Criminal Minds, but you loved that show too dearly not to rewatch it.

"Y? (And)" You raised an eyebrow, not seeing the issue.

"Now, if it ain't Rooster." A new voice stopped Bradley before he could respond. You glanced over your shoulder and spotted an attractive man walking towards us. He looked to be about six foot and close to Bradley's age. Your eyes took in the white shirt that seemed to fit snugly around his arms but left space around his torso and the jeans that seemed to fit him well. As your eyes traveled back up to his face, you noticed he was already looking at you. You had to fight the urge to look away, embarrassed you were caught checking him out.

"Hangman." Bradley nodded at him, but you could hear the slight annoyance in his voice. The man didn't look away from you as a cocky smile pulled at his lips. His green eyes traveled down your figure, taking in your jeans and the tight red shirt with a low v cut. Enough to show a good amount of cleavage before he looked back at you.

"Jake," He held a hand out. "Jake Seresin." He introduced himself. Bringing your bottom lip between your teeth, you hesitated before taking his hand. You could feel the roughness from the palm of his hand.

"Y/n Dominquez." You smiled at him and watched as he muttered your name. "Encantada. (nice to meet you)" 

"Hangman, Rooster!" A new voice called from within the bar. Reluctantly, you looked away and noticed a few dagger members waving for them. Letting go of his hand, you turned back to Bradley and gave him a slight nudge with your foot so you could hop off the truck. He held his hand out, which you pushed away. You didn't have to look to know that Jake, or Hangman as the rest seemed to call him, had begun to walk into the bar. Bradley lingered behind, waiting for you.

"This is where I tell you, don't let that face trick you." You glanced over at him. "He'll break your heart." You let out an amused snort before pushing him forward.

"Roger that." A little salute in the process before you guys joined the rest of his group. Jake was on your mind the whole time, as you didn't shy away from checking him out when he wasn't looking. Even if you were on the other side of the bar, ordering drinks with Phoenix, your eyes somehow always landed back on him.

And that was the first night you both had been introduced to each other. 

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It has been about five months since Bradley introduced you to the rest of his group. Five months since you had also met Jake. "You're going to force me to go alone?" Phoenix asked as she was dressed up. A beautiful, tight-fitting, black dress. Her hair was down and with soft, loose curls. Her makeup was done beautifully. 

"I don't see why I have to go." You pulled a pillow to your lap. "Besides, you have the rest of the daggers; you won't be alone." She gave me a deadpan look.

"I'd be the only girl surrounded by idiots." She pointed out, and you smiled, knowing she made a valid point. "Please, besides, Jake is gonna be there." Your grip around the pillow tightened as you fought the urge to smile. Even though you were told how much of an arrogant, egotistical asshole Jake was, you had somehow grown to like him more than you planned. Maybe it was how he was still a gentleman or the playful flirting he constantly threw your way, but this man did something to you. 

"Sabes que te odio, (you know I hate you) right?" You glared at the girl before you, regretting the drunk confession four weeks ago. She laughed and pulled out the red dress we had gotten a few weeks back. The moment your eyes landed on the dress, you knew you had to get it. The beautiful red complemented your warm skin tone. It was an off-the-shoulder long-sleeve dress, and the side slit was long; you were worried about how much it would show. You took the dress from her hands and walked into the bathroom. "How much time do I have?" You called out.

"Well," You could hear her move closer. "Bob said the boys must be there in two hours to finish getting ready. So I say about an hour." You looked at your hair through the mirror and sighed. You weighed your options before you decided to change into the dress. As you ran your fingers down the dress, you shook your head, having to change your underwear as it was showing. As you opened the door, Phoenix smiled as her eyes traveled down your figure. 

"I need new underwear." You mumbled as you walked past her, undoing your hair. You opened your underwear drawer and pulled out a red thong, one you knew you could hide so it wouldn't be shown through the slit. 

"Damn, Y/n." She smiled at you as you slipped the thong on. Your eyes met hers, and she smirked at you. "You are going to make that man fall for you bad." A small laugh left my lips as I stood up straight. "Let me help you with your makeup." She pulled out the makeup back in the bathrooms as you sat down. 

_____

The wedding was beautiful. You couldn't be more than happy for Bob and his wife. Your eyes stayed on the newly married couple that danced in the middle of the dance floor. You downed the shot of tequila that Nat had gotten you before Bradley dragged her onto the dance floor. You hummed to yourself and swayed to the music. "Now, why is my firecracker alone?" You could feel how close he was to you as his lips brushed against your ear. His hand rested on the small part of your back as he rubbed his thumb soothingly. You moved back a bit, your head touching his shoulder.

"Just taking in the happy couple." You motioned to where Bob whispered something to his wife, who just laughed. Jake just hummed and moved a chair to sit behind you. You could feel the pull on your chair as he brought you closer to him.

"Never thought Bob would be the first to settle," Jake said, and you turned your head to glance at him. His gaze was already on you as you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Why?" You smiled with a slight tilt in your head. "Bob is a charming man. His wife is lucky to have him." Jake gave you a shrug.

"Not the first thing I imagined for him when we met." He grabbed your hand close to him and messed with it as he continued, "He's a taciturn man. Keeps mostly to himself, and half the time, you forget he's even there." You gave him a slight hum as you knew he had a point. Your first impression of Bob was that he reminded you of an innocent little kid. A puppy, even with his eyes always looking slightly confused and lost. 

"Well, I guess he surprised you all then." Jake let out a soft laugh that seemed to warm a spot deep in your belly, loving the sound of it. 

"Dance with me." He got up and walked before you; his hand never left yours. A soft okay left your lips as he helped you up. You didn't miss how his beautiful green eyes trailed down your figure. Or the way they deemed to darken when he took in the tattoo exposed from your slit. You pulled him to the dance floor, where there was an open spot with few people around. Jake wasted no time pulling you close as his hands reached your waist. Your hands around his shoulders as you sway to the music. "You look stunning." You looked up at him as he pulled you closer to him.

"You don't look too bad yourself." You played with hair, lightly running your nails against his scalp. His eyes fluttered shut as he suppressed a groan from leaving his lips. Having you this close to him, he could feel everything. The way your boobs pressed up against him or his hands were inches away from being able to slide his hand down to your ass. Hell, if he wanted to, he could move his hand close to the slit and touch the exposed skin that seemed to taunt him. Touch the black ink that painted your beautiful skin. He couldn't help the frown that pulled at the corner of his lips. "Jake, estás bien (are you okay)?" Jake opened his eyes to look at you as you looked worried. "Are you okay?" You asked once again as you moved a hand to cup his cheek. Your eyes scanned his face, and he just nodded.

"Yeah," He took a deep breath. He could take in your scent. The sweetness filled his nose, along with a jasmine and maybe a hint of vanilla. But with it all, her scent was the prominent scent that drove him crazy. "Yeah, I'm fine, firecracker." The nickname he gave you left his lips as you rubbed his cheek with your thumb. He looked down at you, and every part holding him back vanished. The gap between you closed as he brought his lips down to yours. At first, you were taken off guard by his action, but you kissed him back. Your arms wrapped around him as you pulled him closer and smiled into the kiss. He felt you slightly open your mouth and wasted no time to allow his tongue to explore your mouth. He explored it all and moved a hand up your neck, deepening the kiss. A groan left his lips as you tasted better than he ever imagined. When you pulled back from the kiss, he couldn't help but give you a lazy smile as he gripped your waist tighter. 

"Wow," Jake's heart swelled when a giggle left your lips.

"What are you doing to me, firecracker?" He groaned as he placed his forehead against yours. "You got me going crazy for you and your fiery attitude." 

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Jake 'Hangman' Seresin Masterlist

Lift Me Up (gn!reader)

Jake & Dewey

*Plus size!reader, latina!reader, Garcia!reader, female reader*

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That’s a No From Me Dawg

Magical Mystery Ride

It’s a Nice Year for a…White Wedding-Pt.1 & Pt.2

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It's a Nice Year For a...White Wedding-Pt.1 (J.Seresin)

Pairing: Jake Seresin x female reader, Jake Seresin x Garcia!reader, Jake Seresin x latina!reader, Jake Seresin x plus size!reader

Word Count: 2624

A/N: Written for @roosterforme's 80's Rocktober Playlist Challenge. As you can tell by the title, I chose Billy Idol's "White Wedding". I'm late in posting, I know, but life decided to smack me across the face and steal my inspiration. That is why I'm breaking up the story into two parts. I felt it was better to get something out now (that was good), rather than nothing for a long time. I want to thank my betas, @jobean12-blog & @buckysdollforlife, for looking over what I have and reassuring me that it was indeed flowing perfectly fine.

Triggers: fatphobic moments (but it doesn't go into super detail).

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Engagement-Spring

“Dew, trust me, I know EXACTLY where to go on our honeymoon”, Jake declared one day a month after y’all’s engagement.

“Oh?”  You looked at him with an inquiring eyebrow from your place at your desk.

“Yeah darlin’.  You’re going to love it.”

“And what is this honeymoon I’m going to love?”

“Can’t tell ya.  It’s a surprise.”  You pouted as he walked around your desk and leaned on the arms of your office chair, scooting his face closer and closer to yours.

“Not even a little hint?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him and sticking your bottom lip out even more.  Jake smiled that big Jake Seresin smile of his and he leaned into the kiss.

“Nope.  Not even a little one.”  He stood up and smiled at you again, “I’ll see you later Dew.  Love you!”

“Love you too Hangman!” you called as he jogged out of your office.

“We need to choose a date Jake.”  Your fiancé launched a dart at the board and turned to you.  The two of you were having a fun night out with the rest of the Daggers at the Hard Deck.

“I agree m’dear.  Any ideas?”  He picked up his bottle of Shiner Bock and took a drink.

“I’d like sometime in October”, you countered from your seat on a bar stool near him.  “How about you?”

“I was going to suggest a date in October too, actually.”  He walked up and stood himself between your spread knees.

“Oh really?” you replied coyly.

“Yeah.”  He grinned and leaned into a kiss.  One of your hands slid from where you gripped him on his waist to the back pocket of his jeans.

“OH MY GOD.  Hermanita!  Can you not?!  I’m trying to eat mozzarella sticks here!”  You smiled in the kiss and lifted a hand towards Mickey, and flipped him the bird.

“Shut up Fanboy.  Let your sister be gross with Hangman”, you heard Rooster say to your brother…followed by a smack.  You wondered (as Jake continued to kiss you) who hit your brother upside the head.

“Phoenix!”

“Rooster’s right, let her be”, you heard your friend say.  “But if this starts turning into what I almost saw in her office last week, I’m throwing a pitcher of water at them.”

Your head jerked quickly to the right and you narrowed your eyes at Phoenix, acutely aware that Jake’s lips were now moving against your neck.

“I thought I told you not to mention that.”  She simply shrugged her shoulders at you.  Mickey turned to look at you with a horrified look on his face.

“In your office?!  I visit you there!”

“Oh, relax Fanboy.”  Jake had finally pulled himself away from your neck.  “Just wait ‘til it’s your turn.”

“Never”, your brother said with a huff, and went back to angrily dipping his mozzarella sticks in the marinara sauce.

“Anyways”, Jake said as he looked back at you, “I talked to my mama the other day and she invited us down in a couple weeks to throw us an engagement party.”

“Really?”

“Yup.”  Jake looked up at the rest of the squad, “And all of y’all are invited too, obviously.”

“Aw yeah!  I’ve missed Mama Seresin”, said Javy.  Suddenly, his eyes got big and he smiled like you hadn’t really seen before.  “Is she going to make her banana pudding?”

“She wanted me to tell you that she’s going to have some Tupperware with some for you at the airport.”  Javy let out a whoop in excitement.

“So”, bringing Jake’s attention back to you, “What’s the date you were thinking?”

“If you’re cool with it, how about October 13th?”

“Why that specific day?”

“It’s Navy’s birthday.”  You gave your fiancé a big smile.

“You nerd.”  You gave him a big kiss, ignoring an annoyed groan from Mickey.  “I love it.”

Venue, Wedding Party, and Dress -Summer

You looked up from your latest romance novel to watch your found family going at it in another rousing edition of Dogfight Football.  Rooster pulled back and launched the ball towards Jake, who caught it.  You jumped up to cheer.

“YEAH!  THAT’S MY MAN!!!” you yelled.  “YEAH BAY-BEE!”  Jake gave a little bow in your direction and blew you a kiss (you spied Rooster and Mickey pretending to throw up behind him and started laughing).  A few minutes later, Mav called time and everyone dispersed to their towels.

You dropped into your camp chair, a gift from Jake so you’d be comfortable anytime you came down to the beach with him and the squad…or even just on your own.  The best part about it wasn’t even an original part: your wonderful fiancé had noticed the book sleeve you carried around sometimes and got one custom made to attach to your chair.  You thanked him thoroughly.

Jake plopped down in his own chair next to you and opened a bottle of water to hydrate.

“Whatcha readin’?”

“Mickey bought me the physical copies of Catharina Maura’s books I was missing from my shelf, so I’ve decided to re-read them.  I’m starting with my favorite, Forever After All.”

After a while, everyone made their way over to the Hard Deck’s outside seating to have a group lunch.  Phoenix decided to bring up the latest wedding topic.

“So, have you two decided on a venue?”  You and Jake shook your heads.

“First we thought of having it on my parent’s ranch in Texas, but most of the guest list lives out here.  So now we’re looking into finding somewhere here.”

“Do you have an idea of what you’d like?” asked Mav.

“I want something outside”, you responded.  “That was the original idea for the ranch.”  Mav looked at Penny and shrugged at her.

“How about a beach ceremony?” Penny suggested.  You whipped your head around to Jake.

“My girl’s smilin’ big already.  I think you hit the nail on the head there, Penny.”

“Why don’t you have it out here?  Afterwards, we can do the reception inside”, she added.  “Before you say no, that you don’t want to put me out or something else like that, let me just say we have plenty of space and I’d love to be able to be part of your day like this.”

Jake simply looked at you with a big smile on his face.

“It’s perfect darlin’.  After all, this is where we first met.”

You and Jake decided you wanted to include your found family as much as your actual families in the ceremony.  You more so than him, since the only blood relative you had (and still spoke to) was Mickey.

Jake suggested asking Isla and Jesse if they wanted to be part of the wedding party, so you did a FaceTime call with them.

“HI AUNTIE DEW!”

“Hey my beautiful girls!  How are you?  What are we reading?”  Jesse proceeded to tell you about how she had just started reading the Babysitters Club series and you got pretty excited since it was one of your favorite series’ growing up.  You promised to show her your original copies of the entire series the next time she came to visit.  Isla then started to tell you about the latest picture book she read, Dragons Love Tacos.

“It’s so funny and I love tacos too!  We have the best tacos!” cried Isla.

“Yes we do”, Jake added.  “So, Jesse.  Isla.  Auntie Dew and I are calling because we wanted to ask you if you wanted to be in the wedding.”

You knew Jake had a higher tolerance for loud sounds because he spent his time in jets, but you spent your time in a quiet environment, so when the most ear piercing shriek you’d heard up until that point emanated from your iPad, you assumed you were now deaf.  When your hearing returned, Jake was calming the girls.

“Hey, y’all need to use inside voices, okay?  Don’t want us going deaf, do ya?”

“No Uncle Jake.  Sorry Auntie Dew.”

“It’s no problem girls”, you replied, wiggling your finger around in your ear.

“Can I be a bridesmaid?” asked Jesse.

“Of course my darling!  Once I choose the colors, I’ll let your mama know so you can go dress shopping, okay?”

“Yes ma’am!”  You could both hear Lauren (who was behind the camera) promising Jesse they’d go shopping as soon as you let them know.

“Isla, since your sister wants to be a bridesmaid, I have a special job for you”, you said with a big smile.

“Really Auntie Dew?  What’s my job?”

“I’d like you to help Uncle Mouse and I make it down the aisle to your Uncle Jake.”  You smiled big at Isla’s nickname for your brother, because she was absolutely convinced he was the Disney character thanks to his first name (even if it was technically Miguel).  “Would you like to be our Flower Girl?”

You swore you were going to be deaf if you kept surprising these little girls with anything else throughout their lives.

Once you had Jesse and Isla’s roles set,  you went about putting together the rest of the wedding party.  Because your wedding wasn’t some big blow out affair, the both of you decided on having just one attendant each (besides Jesse and Isla).  Jake obviously chose Javy as his Best Man and you decided on Bob as your Man of Honor, the two of you becoming even better friends since his and Jake’s accidents last year.  Another obvious choice was that your brother would be escorting you down the aisle.

The two of you still wanted to include the rest of your friends somehow and it finally came to you one night while you were wasting time on TikTok.  You showed Jake the video and when he finally stopped laughing, he agreed to your proposition.

“Phoenix, Payback, and Rooster are going to LOVE that.”

The next item on your To-Do List was the most difficult one: dress shopping.  Going shopping for any kind of clothes, let alone a wedding dress, was difficult…especially for a bigger girl.  Jake helped you to learn to love yourself more every single day, but the first couple of trips to bridal salons managed to beat the extra love you’d gained right out of you.  Really, it was your fault because you’d gone on the first couple of appointments alone.  At the first salon, you wandered the shop for almost 15 minutes before any of the salespeople came to ask if you needed help, and when the woman did, she looked at you with a look that basically said What is someone like you doing here?  It was sad, because it was the shop you’d dreamt about going to as a little girl when you were thinking of your dream wedding.  You didn’t tell anyone what had happened that time or the other times.

It wasn’t until you were having an impromptu Girl’s Night with Phoenix while out at the Hard Deck that the topic of your dress came up.

“So Dew, you find a dress yet?”

“Uh no, Phe, I haven’t.”  You took a sad sip from your Pina Colada.  Penny walked up and leaned on the counter in front of you just then and you avoided looking at her or Phoenix so they would see your disappointment.

“Why not?  You need to get a move on!  Altering the dresses takes time you know”, Penny interjected.

“I know!  I know it takes time!”  You had tried keeping the emotions in, but you couldn’t.

“You okay?” questioned Phoenix.

“No!  I’m not okay!  My wedding to the most gorgeous man ever is in a handful of months and I have no dress because every salon I’ve been to up until now has nothing for girls like me or they basically refused to help with a whole ‘We don’t serve your kind here.’ ‘tude!  Like, what is this?!  Mos Eisley and I’m a droid trying to get into the cantina?!  It’s a wonder Jake wants to marry me!”  You ran off before either woman could recover from your outburst.  

You were woken up the next day when someone jumped on you.

“What the f--”

“Time to get up, sleepy head!”  You cracked your eyes open to see Phoenix, Penny, Bob, and your brother all staring at you.

“What in the ever lovin’ hell are y’all doin’ here?”

“Well, hermanita, we’re here to help you dress shop.”

“Huh?”

“Phoenix and I told these two over here about what you said to us yesterday”, added Penny.  “A friend of mine owns a shop that is miles better than the places you’ve been to already.”

“So we’re stealing you away today while Jake, Rooster, Coyote, and Payback look for suits”, added Bob.

“So get out of bed, get dressed, and let’s go shopping!” Phoenix cried.  She and Penny shooed the boys out and waited with them in the living room while you cleaned up and got dressed.

An hour later, the five of you stepped foot into Wildest Dreams Bridal Boutique…and the place really lived up to the name.  Every single dress you saw as you walked in was beyond gorgeous and there were posters of models and mannequins of all sizes.  You were going to find your dress today.

Your party was met by Penny’s friend Kathryn (“Or you can call me Kat, whichever is alright with me!”), who sat you all down on a couch in front of a raised platform and mirror, a la Say Yes to the Dress!.  Shop assistants brought over champagne to your family and friends (with a Coke for Bob) while Kat took you around the shop and asked your preferences (“I definitely need it to have pockets!”) and other questions about the ceremony, like location and time of day.  Once she had what she needed, Kat took you to a changing room where you got into a robe and she returned with several dresses.  

You marched out to the couch area where everyone was and showed off each dress.  By the time you had tried on the seventh dress, you were beginning to lose hope you’d find something.  It wasn’t the fit or that the dresses didn’t look good on you, you just hadn’t had the ‘look at yourself in the mirror and immediately begin crying because this was The Dress’ moment yet.

You were sitting dejected in your robe when Kat came back in with two more dresses on the rolling rack.

“I’m confident it’s going to be one of these two”, she adds with a smile.  “Let’s get you dressed.”

The first dress was gorgeous, and you felt it. Phoenix, Penny, Bob, and Mickey all loved that dress.  Penny was all for that first dress…and you almost said yes.  There was just something missing.

When Kat unzipped and held open the second dress and you stepped into it, you shuddered (in a good way).  Kat watched your reflection in the dressing mirror and stood back in a thoughtful pose.

“There’s still a little something missing.”  She thought for a minute and then suddenly snapped her fingers.  “I know!”

Kat left and came back quickly with some veils.  She quickly put your hair up into a low bun and then pinned the veil in.  Kat moved behind you and picked up the train to walk you out to your family.

When Mickey saw you, his eyes began to glass over with tears.  Bob just sat dumbfounded, mouth hanging open.  Penny and Phoenix had big smiles on their faces.  You stepped up onto the platform and Kat fluffed out the train.

Not a single one of them said a word, because they all knew what you did: this was The Dress you would marry the man of your dreams in.

Part 2 is coming soon!

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Masterlist!!!! 🤠

Making this because it's so hard for me to scroll through my stuff lol it'll be easier for you guys too! (And I'll pin it to my profile. 😏) GIFS bc I like the separation lol most of these are okay for 18 and under but just check the content warnings before reading 💗

Disclaimer: All the works are mine and written by me, please do not copy and paste. Reblogs are great! Thank you and enjoy!! 💗

1. Jake "Hangman" Seresin Masterlist

There were so many I had to condense the list lol

2. Tyler Owens Masterlist

Was also getting long so... :)

3. Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Masterlist

Not long enough ;) but willing to expand

4. Headcanons :)

This includes all of the men on this list btw

5. Robert “Bob” Floyd

“Yes, sir.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

6. Glen Powell

It's a growing folder

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Idk about you guys, but Glen Powell gives me the biggest green flag.

I’d trust him to hold my drink and purse any day.

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“A Bullseye to the Heart” Ch. 10

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Latina Reader

Summary: after Bradley and Nat in vote themselves over and you tell Nat you and Jake almost kissed, Natasha had the great plan of playing spin the bottle. What could possibly go wrong? Other than feelings being caught? 👀

Content: drinking, some swearing, definitely some tom-foolery, mild smut (touching), fingering, fluff

Word Count: who even knows 😂

A/N: just like the last chapter, you don’t have to read the whole “A Bullseye to the Heart” series. This can be read alone! (However I would read the last one bc it adds more to this one) ENJOY!!! 💗🤠

Chapter 10

“I cannot believe you did this,” you whisper to Natasha.

“You thank me later after you and Bagman are getting hot and heavy,” she whispers back, causing you to slap her arm. Natasha chuckles before clearing her throat for Bradley and Jake to listen. “The rules are, you spin the beer bottle, whoever you land on has to choose either kissing you, seven minutes on heaven, or passing. But you only get two passes!”

Jake and Bradley nod.

“So if you land on Jake three times, and you’ve already skipped him twice, you have to kiss him or seven minutes in heaven,” you tell Bradley.

Bradley smiles, taking a swig of his beer and winking at Jake. “Oh, I plan on planting one on him.”

“Gross,” Natasha laughs. “Okay, let’s get started.”

After an intense game of rock, paper, scissors, Bradley gets to be the first one to spin the bottle. Fortunately for Jake, it lands on Natasha who sits across from him.

“What’re you choosing, Nat?” Jake asks, eyes on you.

“Imma choose kiss,” she responds, getting up from her sitting position on the floor and crawling to Bradley who welcomes her with open arms.

With one swift peck on the lips, Natasha laughs. “That tickled. Okay my turn!”

She spins, landing on you.

“Oh miss Y/N,” she sing-songs. “What’re you choosing?”

You smile at her and wink. “I think I’ll kiss you, my love.”

“It’s not like you haven’t before,” she smiles.

“Wait what?” Jake asks.

You move to your left and plant a firm kiss on Natasha’s lips, smiling when she squeezes your left boob.

“Ah just like old times,” she says when you pull away.

“Old times?!” Jake practically squeaks.

“Hush, it’s Y/N’s turn,” Nat says.

To your right, Bradley tells Jake the short but hilarious story of the time you and Natasha got so drunk, you made out. Jake’s eyes widen and he blushes, adjusting himself in his shorts.

You take the time to spin the bottle, watching as it spins for a few seconds before landing between Jake and Bradley.

“Ooo, spinners choice!” Natasha slurs. “Who’s it gonna be, Bullseye?”

You take a swig of your beer, looking between Jake and Bradley.

As much as it would be funny to see Jake get jealous that you’re kissing Bradley, you’d rather not kiss the man who was like a brother to you.

“Jake,” you declare. Jake’s eyes sparkle in delight as you crawl your way to him and ask, “What’re you choosing, Bagman?”

“Kiss,” he says simply before grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours.

They’re soft, and expertly moving along with yours as you deepen the kiss by pressing yourself into him more.

Around you, Bradley and Natasha whoop and holler, causing you to pull away. You crawl backwards back to your spot on the floor and smile when Jake’s eyes linger on you.

“Alright, Jakey Poo,” Bradley nudges. “Your up.”

———

Three rounds later, two used passes from both you and Jake in order to not kiss Bradley, and one kiss between Bradley and Jake, it’s finally your turn to choose what you want to do with Jake when the bottle finally lands on you again.

“Seven minutes,” you say, a smile forming on your lips .

“We’ll be here.” Natasha winks at you before pulling Bradley’s arm and asking Jake , “Can Bradley borrow some swim trucks? We wanna go for a swim.”

“It’s only seven minutes,” Bradley interjects. Natasha gives him a death glare before he connect the dots and smiles.

“Sure, in the top drawer,” Jake points in his room, eyes solely on you.

You lead Jake into your room, watching as he closes the door behind him and sets a timer on his phone.

“So, Bullseye,” Jake starts, looking up from the phone with a smile before setting it on your drawer.

However, he never gets to finish what he was going to say because your lips are on his, arms wrapped around his neck.

You surprised yourself—Jake too, at that.

You’d fully expected to be shy and wait for him to kiss you, but the moment his eyes landed on yours you felt the warmth and determination fill your veins.

Jake was surprised but he loved that you were being bold. Must’ve been the liquid courage.

He pulls away, blue-green eyes bright and smile wide.

“How long have you been waiting to do that?”

“Since our first kiss,” you breathe.

Jake smiles, bringing your lips to his and body close again.

You couldn’t believe you were in his arms, kissing him, touching him. You snaked am arm to Jake’s chest, feeling his heart beat steady against your palm. You could feel his hard abs on your own, his dick hardening against your hips. Almost as if on cue, you could feel your core moisten—you were ready for him if he wanted you. You moan in to his mouth when his hands slide down your back and land on your ass, his light squeeze sending you straight to the edge but not quite over.

“Jake,” you mutter into his lips.

“Yes?” He responds, pulling away slightly and eyes searching your opened ones.

“Can you touch me?”

Jake breathes a sigh of relief. “I thought you were gonna tell me to stop.”

You laugh, about to say something else when he pulls you into another deep kiss.

This time, however, his hands wander your body. They leave your ass momentarily, trailing up the curves of your waist in a slow and passionate way—like he wanted to take his time with you.

And he did.

Jake wanted to touch every inch of your body—explore it, relish in it—before he even got to taste it. He trailed his hand up to your neck again, pulling you back a bit before walking you to the edge of the bed. “Sit for me.”

You obey, loving the way his eyes darken in lust. Your eyes follow as he squats before you, large hands landing on your thighs and sliding up and down. The motion alone sent chills down your spine.

“Did you purposely wear that shirt?” He asks, looking down at the Texas Longhorns shirt you definitely forgot you were wearing.

You nod, a smile forming on your lips.

“I let you borrow that months ago,” he says, voice gravely and deep. “I love seeing you in my shirt.”

“Yeah?” You ask. The alcohol pushes you to add, “I love seeing the way you react when I wear your shirt.”

“And how is that, Sweetheart?”

Jake’s eyes are practically oozing with need and you know it. The look sends another shiver down your spine, your nipples peaking below the orange cotton fabric. You move your hands over them, suddenly realizing he can probably see them.

He does, his eyes dart from your hands—now trying to hide your nipples—and back up to your eyes.

“Move your hands,” he orders.

You listen, placing them on the bed by your hips.

Jake’s hands wander up your thighs and hips, then linger on the fabric to the base of the shirt. He twitters with it, tugging it lightly and watching how your nipples poke out even more as he pulls the fabric.

“Can I undress you?” He asks.

“Yes,” you breathe, your voice hoarse.

———

Instantly, Jake is tugging his shirt off your body, delight filling his chest and sparking down to the tip of his dick. You’ve just said the magic words and was more than ready to act.

As soon as the t-shirt is over your head and in his fingers, he tosses to the side. His eyes drop to your breasts, full and heavy—perfect. Your nipples are pebbled and perked, just waiting for his mouth to wrap around them.

He stops himself, though. Letting his hands fall back onto your hips and slowly slide up the soft skin of your waist, finally—painfully—landing on the soft mounds of your breasts.

He hears you suck in a breath, smiling when he flicks his gaze to your eyes. Something like wonder flashes behind them and he moves his fingers to your nipples, squeezing them lightly. When you moan, he softly twiddles them between his index finger and thumb, sending another wave of moans straight to his ears.

He was already hard, his dick pressing into the silky material of the athletic shorts he’s wearing. Your moans were enough to make him cum, but he willd himself to wait. He needed to be touched by you or inside you if he was going to release.

Jake goes back to cupping your left breast, watching as you give him a confused look before bringing his lips to the soft skin around your nipple.

He kisses you at first, testing the suctioning to see what you’d do and each time, a soft moan leaves your parted lips. He moves to that peaked nipple, flicking his tongue on the surface at first. When you shudder, he wraps his mouth completely around it, lightly sucking.

“Jesus, Jake,” you lightly moan. He pulls away, doing the same to the other nipple and chuckling when you mutter, “Fuck me.”

He pulls away, leaving your once warmed nipples cold and begging to be touched again. He pulls his shirt off, grabbing the back of the shirt and pulling it forward, before tossing it along with yours.

“I figured it would be fair if I evened the playing field,” he shrugs when you raise a brow. Your laughter fills his ears and sending a warm tang down to his stomach.

Before long, he’s pressing his lips to yours again, laying you gently onto the bed, and lying between your legs. Your bare chest presses against his, warm and soft.

You curl your legs around his torso, pressing his hips into your own and groaning into his mouth when you feel his hardness against you.

Jake feels you take your nails down his back and imagines the scratches you must be forming back there. He wanted everyone who saw him undressed to know you were his.

You didn’t know it yet, but you were.

Kissing down your cheek and neck, Jake makes his way down, softly pecking your collarbone and breasts. When he reaches your stomach you let out a giggle, making him look up from where he’s hovering.

“Are you ticklish?” He asks with a smile.

“No shit,” you giggle.

Your sass makes him smile, nuzzling his nose into the side of your stomach, making you erupt in a snorting laughter.

“I’ll have to come back to that another time,” he says, pressing a kiss to your hip. “I love the sound of your laugh.”

Jake works his way to your shorts, playing with the elastic before looking to you for approval. When you nod, he slowly pulls the silky material down your hips and thighs. When he looks at you again, he finds a lacy black thong waiting for him and leaving not much to the imagination.

Jake was floored. Not only were you gorgeous, but your pussy was as well—from what he could see. He kisses over the spot where your scar is, lingering a little longer than he had with the rest of your body.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N,” he whispers into your skin.

He kisses down your hips to the pelvic area over your clit.

“Everything about you is just how I imagined it,” he continues.

“You’ve imagined it?” You ask, propping yourself in your elbows.

Jake looks up from between you legs, a small nod and a sheepish grin forming. “I’ve been waiting to touch you for three months.”

You only smile, bringing yourself closer to to his face and kissing him softly.

“So touch me then.”

———

You watch as Jake’s eyes gleam in excitement as he lowers himself back to your core, kissing over the flimsy fabric of your thong.

Each kiss sends a ripple through your core and up your spine, your pussy getting wetter by the second.

Jake notices and grins up at you. “You’re so wet I can taste you through the lacy fabric.”

You open your mouth to respond but he stops you by slowly licking over the material, warm and gentle. You suck in a breath, arching your back a bit before your eyes land on his.

His are full of amusement.

He likes this.

“Can I remove these?” He asks you, fingering the waistband of your thong.

“Please do,” you grin.

Without a word, Jake grabs the flimsy waistband and starts to pull it down. You raise your legs to help him pass your ass and he sucks in a breath. At that moment, your pussy—in all its glory—was right in his face.

He fully removes the underwear and tosses it behind him blindly, eyes only on your gleaming folds. Gently, he brings his fingers to your entrance, feeling the warmth and wetness before bring his fingers to his mouth and sucking the taste of you off.

“You taste delicious,” he tells you.

“Thank yo—”

You don’t get to finish because his face is buried in your cunt. Kissing and sucking at first but then lapping and flicking with his tongue. He starts front he bottom of your entrance all the way up to your clit before sucking lightly.

“Oh my god,” you moan.

“You like when I lick your pretty pussy?” He asks.

You nod, unable to speak because he’s lowered his head back onto you, licking and sucking for dear life.

Pleasure rings all over your body, your legs starting to buckle and shake around Jake’s head. You feel his hand roam to your entrance and sigh a moan when a finger enters you.

Jake pumps his finger in and out of you in a rhythmic manner, your walls clenching around him. You feel his pace quicken as he sucks and licks your clit, sending you back to edge you were so close to reaching before.

“I’m so close!” You tell him, bucking your hips to match with his pulsing. “Don’t stop, Jake!”

He pulls his mouth away from you before sneaking a second finger inside you.

“Say what you want, baby,” he instructs. “Call my name.”

He returns to his spot, mouth licking and sucking your clit, fingers deep and pulsing in your clenched cunt.

“Fuck!” You moan, eyes squeezing shut and then opening. You take your fingers into Jake’s hair, pulling slightly and bucking your hips harder into his face. “Please make me cum, Jake!”

Jake hums into you, sending a wave of vibration to your clit and sealing the last deal you needed to finally cum.

Electricity flares through you, stars and planets align, and you swear you heard an angel sing. Your orgasm ripples through you, Jake lapping up every single drop of it. He only stops when you’re a shaking mess under him.

You pull him up by pulling his face to yours and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He was right, you were delicious.

You push him back before smiling and saying, “Your turn.”

But when he’s about to speak, his timer goes off.

“Turn it off,” you whine at him.

Jake chuckles before standing from the bed and walking to his phone. He turns the alarm off before walking back to the bed and kissing you.

“Let’s go check on Nat and Bradshaw,” he tells you. Then, with a wink and devastatingly cocky smirk, “You can pay me back later.”

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“A Bullseye to the Heart” Ch. 8

Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Latina Reader

Summary: Flashbacks creep into your dreams, causing you to wake up in a panic…it’s a good thing Jake is there to calm you. Jake finds out what happened to you, what happened with your ex, and why you’ve been getting paid off.

Content: Flashbacks(kinda gory), torture, anxiety attack, talks of suicide, some swearing, DV, will end on a happy note.

Word count: 4,019

A/N: While I think you can assume this is a middle eastern place that she was taken/sent to, I didn’t label the people for obvious reasons. Please be mindful of this and really put yourself in her shoes. Next chapter will be a lot less traumatic. I promise 💗 (Please do go back and read the other chapters, this won’t make a lot of sense if you don’t. All linked in my Masterlist!)

Chapter 8

“What were you sent here to do?” The man asks. His dark hair and even darker eyes bare into yours, daring you to speak. He’s wearing jeans and a black shirt, his mouth and nose covered in a mask.

You’d figured out that he was the leader of the terrorist organization whose weapons you were supposed to bomb. You’d been in their custody for a few days, tied to a pole on the ceiling like a slab of meat in a butcher shop.

They did this to weaken you for torture, you knew that. You’d been trained for this.

“Answer me!” The man yells. When you don’t say anything but stare at him, he nods to a man on your left.

This one compared to the leader, was huge—broad shouldered and muscular even under the loose shirt he wore.

The other man smiles, a whip coming into your view. Before you had time to brace yourself, the whip cracks and slams into your skin.

You seethe in pain, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of screaming in pain.

Except, when the whip is pulled away from your back, a chunk of flesh follows. You let out a blood curdling scream at that.

“All you have to do is tell us who you were working for,” the Leader tells you. “Your Admiral must’ve told you something.”

“I don’t know anything,” you gritted.

He sighs. “Fine.”

And again, you’re whipped.

Over and over again.

So much so, you could feel the blood trail down your spine and legs.

You knew you’d bleed out before they could get anything out of you. You almost begged for it to happen.

After a week of being whipped and beaten by a wooden so badly it broke, you knew you weren’t making it out alive.

Day after day, the same questions.

“Who do you work for?”

“Why are you here?”

“Where’s your back up?”

And each time, you’d give them nothing. An occasional spit in the Leader’s face but that would result in him slapping you, followed by the larger man’s fists.

By the end of that week, they’d send you to a medic who would treat you, let you heal for a week, and then it would start again.

Two months into it, you began losing hope that you’d ever be found.

Two months in, you were still being tied up to the bar in the ceiling. Occasionally you’d be sat down, given food, only for them to turn you upside down and dunked in water. They’d ripped out your nails, cut your skin, burned your healing back.

And still, nothing from you except for an occasional “fuck you”.

By the end of the third month, you’d come to expect the lashings. You’d come to expect the beatings.

But that last day, you were taken to a clean room. A surgical room. Fear riddled your body, beginning to expect the worst. When a doctor walked in with the Leader and his torturer, you were tied to the bed, your pants pulled down your legs.

“You are leaving,” the Leader tells you. “But not before we leave you with a parting gift.”

His eyes crinkle in what you assumed was him smiling. Behind him, the doctor walks up to you and marks your hip with a blue marker.

“Here is safe,” he tells the torturer.

You hear a machine whir behind him and when he moves, you see the torturer holding a hot stamp. A skull and bones symbol red as a chili pepper is being heated by some sort of portable hot stove.

“No,” you say, quietly at first but louder the closer they get to you. “NO!”

They only laugh. The torturer comes close, before whispering, “This will hurt. Do not move.”

You feel the doctor and the Leader hold your legs in place as the hot stamp finally makes contact with your skin.

You scream, blood curdling and raw. You scream until you can no longer breathe, the scent of burning flesh fills the small room. You feel yourself falling in and out of consciousness, but the doctor wakes you up completely with some smelling salts.

They pull your pants back up before untying you and dragging you out of the room and into a garage before putting a hood on your head. They throw you into the back of a truck before laughing and driving you somewhere.

“You’re lucky we didn’t do more than that with your pants down, girl.” The Leader tells you. “Thank your God we didn’t.”

You only sob. You were sure they were going to kill you. But when they stop and pull you out of the truck, you have to blink when they pull the hood off.

You were in an open field. The sun gloriously kissing your skin and grass whistling in the soft breeze.

They push you to your knees before you hear the cocking of a gun.

“Thank your Admiral for us,” is the last thing they say before shooting up in the air.

It was flare. They shot…a flare.

Instantly, you hear the whirring of a helicopter coming from behind a mountain in front of you. Behind you, the truck doors slam before the two men leave you on your knees, bloodied all over your body, and tears running down your face.

You were going to be okay. You were going to be saved.

So then why did the man’s words echo in your mind?

* * *

“Thank your Admiral for us.”

You woke up with a jolt, someone’s hand was holding yours and you had to fight to free yourself from their grip.

You were sweating, panting for fresh air.

It was just a dream. You’re home, safe.

You tried reasoning with yourself but it was no use. You were panicking, and hard.

Beside you on the floor, Jake sits up, rubbing his eyes before turning to you.

“Hey, did you sleep–”

Jake stops talking when he sees the way you hold your chest, face frozen in panic and breathing rapidly. “What happened?”

“They’re here,” you breathe, staring off into space. “They want me back. They’re gonna kill me this time.”

“Hey, hey,” Jake soothes, squatting beside you. “Breathe.”

“I. Can’t. Breathe.” you sputter. “It’s–oh my god–Jake I can’t–”

“You can,” he tells you. “C’mon, Sweetheart. You’ve got this, just like me.”

He brings one of your hands to his chest, the warm surface clothed in cotton, heart beating under your fingertips. “Feel my heart?”

He grabs your other hand and brings it to your chest, your heart pounding against your hand. “Match my heartbeat, Y/N. You can do it.”

You feel yourself slow down, the world around slowing. Jake’s green eye is the only thing you’re focusing on.

“Count with me,” he goes on. “One.”

“O-one.”

“Two.”

“T-two.”

“Three.”

“Three.”

“Four,” Jake smiles.

“Four,” you smile back.

“Do you feel better?” he asks.

You nod. “Yes, thank you.”

“Did you have another nightmare?” he asks, rubbing the hand on his chest with his thumb.

“Yes,” you tell him, feeling yourself fully relaxed. “It was like a movie.”

“How so?”

“I saw what they did to me in a compilation,” you shudder. “I saw every lashing, every cut, everything.”

“Tell me about it.” Jake’s eyes are soft on you, encouraging you to go on.

“I saw them beat me that first week,” you tell him after a few deep breaths. “They had whipped me and beat me with a wooden bat.”

Jake’s eyes flashed with anger before he nodded for you to go on.

“They-they did that for a month. The next month was the same but this time they let me sit instead of being chained to a bar on the ceiling.” You drop the hand on your chest in your lap, squeezing Jake’s hand in yours.

“They pulled my nails out next and cut my back wounds open again,” you went on. Tears form in your eyes again before you tell him, “The last day of the third month, they branded me. Called it a ‘parting gift’.”

He remembered. The skull and crossbones on your hip.

“They told me to be glad I didn’t get…you know, while my pants were down. That I should thank my God.” You were fully sobbing now. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“They told me to thank my Admiral,” you cried.

Jake let go of your hand before wiping the tears that fell with his thumb. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“That was the only thing I could focus on when the Navy saved me,” you tell him, tears drying. “‘Why would he say that?’, I asked myself. And then it hit me.”

You look up at Jake again before saying, “I think Simpson knew I was going down. Even after I radioed in that I was.”

Jake’s blood runs cold, he wanted to tell you what he knew but wanted you to tell him what you knew first.

“I think that’s why they paid me off,” you continue, tears long gone now. “They must think I know something.”

“Well do you?” he asks, not able to contain the curiosity anymore.

You nod. “I think the weapons they wanted me to bomb were U.S. made and that’s why they sent me to bomb them.”

“Why do it themselves when they can send one pilot to bomb them?” he adds.

“Exactly,” you agree. “That’s why they wouldn’t let Rooster or Phoenix and Bob come with me. They knew I was going down or dying trying to fight my way out.”

“But why keep you for three months?” he asks.

“Who knows why the Navy does what they do,” you sigh. Changing the subject you tell him, “When I got back, I was so broken–physically and emotionally. Maybe that’s what made me an even bigger target to Nick.”

Jake’s spine straightens at his name. “Why’s that?”

“I was a walking target, I had the look of someone who had been through something horrible.” You shake your head and chuckle. “I was so open to wanting someone to show me love and affection, I fell right into his trap.”

You look at him, watching as Jake’s eyes harden before he asks, “What did he do?”

“He was nice,” you start. “At first he was. Asking if I wanted to talk about what happened, then asking if I needed company. He moved in not even two months into knowing him.”

You scoff, remembering how naive you were.

“Rooster hated him the moment I introduced him to him and Nat,” you continued. “He was a lot like you actually.”

“How so?” Jake asks.

“Nice, a ladies man, handsome…” You look away at that last word.

“That’s why you didn’t trust me at first,” he fills in the blanks.

“Yeah.”

“Do you trust me now?” he asks.

You turn to him, a small glimmer of hope in your eyes.

“Yeah, I really do.”

“Why?” Jake asks. “If I’m the same as him, why do you trust me?”

“You never made a move to kiss me the first few times you were with me,” you whisper.

* * *

Jake only stared.

That motherfucker tried to kiss you the first few times he saw you? He was ready to pummel that fucker into the ground if it meant you would never see him again.

You must’ve seen the anger in his eyes because he shakes it away and swallows it down. “I’m you trust me.”

“I am too,” you tell him. “I’ve never told anyone that, about what I suspected with the Navy and with Nick.”

“I’m glad you finally got it out,” he tells you. “I really am. It’s good that you talk about what happened to you.”

“What about you?” You ask. “Has something like that happened to you?”

Jake shakes his head, remembering his old weapon system officer. “Not me, but my old back seater.”

“What happened?”

He’d told this story twice in his life. Once at court after everything happened and the second time to Lt. Addams’ parents.

“We were sent to bomb some important buildings in Afghanistan,” he starts. “They held all sorts of jets and weapons that could’ve comprised the U.S. military that were stationed there. So they sent Lieutenant Addams and I—that was my partner’s name.”

He smiles to himself.

“He was my best friend,” he continues. “I grew up with him and we joined the Navy together and then eventually flight school and so on.”

He looks up at you, watching as you listen so intently, you’re practically holding your breath.

“Well, we got into a disagreement,” Jake tells you. “He wanted to take things slow and I wanted to speed up, elimisome time from our arrival time.”

He takes a deep but shaky breath before looking away, down at the hands he held in your lap. He takes his time, caressing each of your knuckles, examining the small scars on your right hand. He flips your hands over to see your smooth palms, coated in light sweat.

“I went faster and didn’t anticipate the upcoming turn,” he goes on. “It was too late. I was too late. I should’ve died but I yelled for him to eject and I thought he was coming with me. But he—”

Jake’s breath hitched in his throat as an angry sob trickled up instead. He blows out a few breaths before looking up at you with tearful eyes.

“He didn’t eject in time.”

“Oh Jake,” you start.

“I should’ve listened to him,” he tells you. Then quietly he adds, “It should’ve been me.”

“Jake,” you start.

He feels your hands let go of his and move to his cheeks, you tilt his head up to face you before saying, “You are exactly where you need to be. If you weren’t here, I’d probably still be dealing with Nick. Or worse.”

Jake’s eyes glisten with tears, hearing you say that means so much to him. Being able to definitely say that he was a hero for you, meant that his mistake with Addams was paid back in full.

Because it may not have been Addams, but it was someone else who needed his help the most.

“You’re exactly the person I needed when I least expected,” you go on. “I know it hasn’t been long but I do think of you as a good friend. Thank you, for everything.”

He smiles up at you. This beautiful woman before him was a fighter, and he damn well deserved to be here—even just for her.

A knock on the door startles you both out of the mini staring contest you were in, making Jake turn in the direction of the front door.

He checks his watch which reads 2:45 AM.

“Who could be here so early in the morning?” He asks.

Before you even get to answer, you both hear pounding on the door. Jake feels you freeze, terror paralyzing you into speechlessness.

“Y/N!” He hears Nick yell. “Get your sorry ass out here! We’re going home.”

“How did he find my house?” Jake asks himself.

“He must’ve followed us home after we left Hard Deck.” You answer.

Jake looks at you, taking your hands in his again. “Go into my room, there’s a box under my bed. The code is 07-12-89. There’s a gun in there, just in case you need to use it.”

“What about you?”

Jake looks at you like it’s the last time he’ll see you. He tries to memorize your eyes, the way your lips pull back when you smile. He brushes a strand of your hair back before smiling at you.

“I’ll be okay, Sweetheart.”

When Nick pounds on the door again, Jake points for you to be quiet and go to his room. You obey, running as quietly and quickly as you can.

Once Jake is sure you’re safe, he calmly walks to the front door, opening it just as Nick was about to pound on it again.

“Can I help you?” Jake asks.

“Yeah,” Nick says, the smell of alcohol on his breath. “I’m looking for my girlfriend. She’s in there.”

“Girlfriend?” Jake pretends to think. “Wait, I thought you were single.”

Nick angrily grunts before adding, “No, she’s confused. She’s sick in the head.”

“Well if that’s the case, she’s definitely not here,” Jake smiles. “I only allow sane people in my house.”

“Then let me in to look for her,” Nick drawls.

“No can do, buddy,” Jake says, blocking Nick when he makes a move to enter the house. “See, I don’t know you and you w already tried to kick my ass earlier today—well, yesterday. So that’s a hard no from me.”

Nick frowns in anger, face contorting into something ungodly. “Let me in. I saw her go into the house.”

Jake’s heart was pounding.

Not because he was scared, but because he was furious. Why can’t this guy just get the hint?

“Dude, even if she was here,” Jake starts. “She doesn’t wanna see you. So, take the hint.”

“Who the hell even are you?” Nick asks, pushing Jake back a bit.

“I’m just a guy who doesn’t like the way you’ve been treating Y/N,” Jake states. “And quite frankly, I don’t want you in my property so get the fuck off my porch and go home.”

“I don’t think so,” Nick seethes. “I want her and only her. So get her out here or I’m burning your house to the ground.”

“Those are some strong words for someone who’s worked really hard to become a pilot,” Jake smiles. “Do you really wanna throw that all away for some girl?”

Nick seems to ponder his words, brows furrowing in thought.

“Because that’s what? Two years of your life down the drain? And for what? A girl who doesn’t even want you?” Jake continues. “Is she really worth it all?”

Nick’s eyes focus on something behind him and Jake doesn’t even need to turn around to know who he’s looking at.

“Y/N,” Nick says. “Let’s go.”

Jake turns around to see you standing there, head held high, body squared, and feet planted. You look like the woman you once were, the one he’d seen pictures of in the Top Gun classroom and halls.

Strong and bold. Confidence radiating from your glossy bronzed skin.

You weren’t scared, and you made sure Jake and Nick knew it.

“I’m not leaving with you,” you say firmly.

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘No’?” Nick bellows. “You’re coming home with me and we’re gonna talk about…us.”

“No,” you say, pushing past Jake and squaring up to Nick. “You’re going home and I’m staying here. You’re not good for me.”

“What? And he is?”

“Yes,” you say simply, catching Nick off guard. “He’s good for me. He and my friends, the ones you tried to keep me away from.”

Nick scoffs at that, rolling his eyes.

“What do you want? My apartment? You can have it,” you say, tossing your keys at him. “But what you can’t have is me. I’m done, I’ve been done for a long time, Nick. From the first time you put hands on me, to the last time you did. You will not hurt me again. So get off his porch and go home.”

Nick stares at you incredulously—Jake does too. He knew you’d finally had a breakthrough and was prepared to do anything to get Nick out of your life. Even if that meant standing up for yourself and doing the scariest thing you could ever do.

Confront him.

With a swipe at his face, Nick shakes his head before slapping you across the face. Your head turns but your body doesn’t move.

“You made a mistake,” Nick says darkly.

“No,” you say. “You made a mistake.”

You point behind Nick, where two officers, Bradley, and Natasha stand.

“Goodbye, Nick.”

* * *

2 months later

It’s been a fairly good two months. You’d been living with Jake since that night. You couldn’t bring yourself to go back to your lonely apartment. And besides, you liked living with Jake.

Every morning since that night, Jake has made a point to leave you notes on the fridge, telling you when to expect him home. Granted, you’d be at work. But it’s the thought that counts.

Nick was kicked out of the Navy and served a few months in jail for the assaults he committed in the week before his arrest. You were also granted a permanent protection order against him.

Life was starting to look up.

You’d been hearing nicely, emotionally at least. You even told your therapist everything you told Jake.

The only thing you worried about now was whether or not Jake was going out on a date on weekends.

You hated to admit it, but I fell for him. And hard.

You didn’t want to, but the way he treated you was so different to what you’d ever experienced, you couldn’t help yourself.

But it seemed like Jake went back to his man-whore ways. You’d be at work and glance over to where he and the rest of the group were to see him all over a new girl each week.

You tried not to let it get to you, but it still did.

You figured you’d use this time to heal yourself—better yourself. You’d get to be as great as you could be so that when—and if—Jake wanted you, you’d be ready.

So now, you’d focus on you. Until the time was right.

Because even though it wasn’t meant to be right now, you knew it was meant to be. Otherwise, why would he leave you flowers and notes everyday? No man who wasn’t fawning over a woman would ever do that.

And yeah, there was a little voice in the back of your head that says maybe he’s just trying to be nice…but why do all that?

Either way, you were doing what was best for you. Because you owed it to yourself to do it.

No matter the outcome.

For now, you would go to work, go to your weekly therapy sessions, and smile at the life you get to live.

But that’s exactly what you get to do.

Live.

* * *

Jake’s date for the week smiled up at him as she attempted to seem hotter than she was. He’d brought her to Hard Deck to meet the group but now, he kinda didn’t want her around.

She smelled too sweet, she laughed a little too loud, and she just felt…wrong.

She wasn’t his Bullseye.

Not his. But his.

You’d just brought over a round of beers and were talking to Natasha when your date tapped on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I don’t drink beer. Can I have a white wine?” She says, rudely snapping at you to hurry. “Chop chop.”

Bradley’s eyes widen and he takes a long swig of his wet before looking at Jake with a wild expression.

“Sure,” you say. Jake watches as you take the beer, glancing his way with a dissatisfied expression.

She’s gonna rip me a new one later.

“Why don’t I get it for you?” Jake suggests. “Just in case.”

“Oh, Jakey,” his date says. “That'd be great. But honestly, we can just leave. This place is dingy and old.”

Behind her, Natasha and Bob’s mouths fall open, Coyote and Payback following suit. Bradley only cackles, making his date turn around in annoyance and Bradley turn around to avoid her gaze.

“So Jakey,” Bradley starts. “Are you leaving or are you staying?”

Jake looks at Bradley, then his date, and lastly you at the bar. You were serving Maverick a beer and smiling at something he said.

You were beautiful tonight. Your hair was curled and half tied up in a white bow, a white linen shirt and jeans your uniform for the night.

As if feeling his eyes on you, your turn just in time to catch him smiling at you before he turns to his date.

“You know what,” he starts. “I think I’m gonna stay.”

Bradley smiles. “Good choice.”

Next part

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me. I had a hard time with this chapter mainly because I wanted it to be sensitive but also raw. So thank you for reading it if you read it. And remember that there’s always someone out there that loves you 💗

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“A Bullseye to the Heart” (Ch. 7)

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Latina Reader

Blurb: After a small flashback episode, Jake decides it's best to take you home where you finally feel safe enough to show him your emotional and physical scars.

TW: (mild) talks of t0rture, scars, emotional stuff, fluff

Word Count: 1.9K

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Chapter 7

“Y/N?” You hear Jake whisper. You blink to find him searching your face, worry painted in his eyes. “Let’s get you home. Do you need help standing?”

You only nod. You couldn’t speak, let alone walk alone. What were you going to do to get out of the bar? How were you gonna drive home?

“I’m driving you home and having Bob drop off your car later,” he says. “Let me go tell Penny I’m taking you home.”

“No,” you croak. Your throat felt dry, almost spongy. You lick your lips before adding, “Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he soothes. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, texting someone, and then placing a hand on the small of your back. “Can I touch you?”

You hesitate before nodding slowly. 

Jake hoists you up into his arms bridal-style before kicking the door open and walking you straight out the front door of Hard Deck, Bradley and Phoenix a few steps away. 

“What’s wrong?” Bradley asks, surveying you like his life depends on it.

“I’m taking her home,” Jake tells him.

“Why? What happened?” Bradley goes on to ask.

“She’ll call you guys tomorrow but right now, I need to get her somewhere quiet,” Jake tells them before turning toward them with a raised brow. “Can one of you open my car door?”

Phoenix opens the passenger seat door and watches as Jake sets you down, gently pulling the seat belt over you and strapping you in. Meanwhile, you’ve been solemn, barely blinking, and staring off into space. The only thing going through your mind is the day of the mission. 

Over and over, you think of the way the man had you tied up to a chair. How he had you beaten for not answering his questions. How he laughed when you finally broke down in sobs when you realized no one was going to save you. 

“Y/N?” you hear Bradley say softly. “Jake says he’s taking you home but I just want to hear it from you. Are you sure you want to go home?”

“I want him to take me to his house. I need to be alone,” you tell him in a monotone voice. “I don’t need the pitying looks you and Nat are giving me right now.”

“We just want what’s best for you,” Nat joins in. 

“I need to be left alone,” you spit. You knew the rage was meant for the man, but you couldn’t help yourself. Once it was out, it was easy to let it be.

“Okay, we’ll be here when you’re ready,” Bradley tells you.

“Don’t wait up,” you tell him before turning to Jake. “Take me home.”

*   *   *

Jake had never seen you so angry in the short amount of time he’d known you. The only time he’s seen you angry, that anger was directed at him. He didn’t know what made you flip the switch, but he knew he needed to get you home to relax. 

Pulling into his driveway, he glances at you in his passenger seat–distant and staring off into space again. 

He clears his throat before saying, “Can I carry you inside?”

“Sure,” you whisper. 

He jumps out of his truck before opening your door and helping you out of the seat belt, carrying you bridal-style again. With expert precision, he kicks the door handle to open the front door before closing it once he’s inside and carrying you into your room. Once you’re safe on the bed, he begins to rummage through the drawers of the cabinet, looking for something more comfortable for you to wear. When he sees that every single drawer is empty, he frowns and turns to you.

“Where are your oversized t-shirts?” he asks you. “And why aren’t you unpacked?”

“They’re in my duffle bag,” you say, pointing to the bag on the floor. “I haven’t felt it was the…right time yet.”

Jake sighs when he can’t find them and instead walks into his room across the way, grabbing his favorite Texas Longhorns t-shirt and tossing it on the bed next to you. He goes back into your duffle bag and grabs a pair of what he thinks are pajama shorts before turning to you with a softness he only reserved for women he cared about. 

“I’m gonna help you get changed, is that okay?” he asks, holding his hands up.

He watches as your eyes widen and you hug your legs close to your chest, heart breaking at the sight of it all. 

“I promise, I won’t try anything,” he adds. 

“That’s not it,” you tell him. Confused, Jake frowns and sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to continue. 

You sigh and say, “I have scars.”

“That’s okay.”

“From when I was taken,” you whisper. 

“That’s okay, Y/N,” he tells you again. “I’m not easily squeamish.”

He watches you eye him, eyes narrowed and searching. You take a few deep breaths before nodding and straightening your legs. 

You stand before raising your hands, allowing him to pull your shirt up revealing the black bra you chose for the day but also the scars on your stomach. When you turn around to remove the bra, he has to hold in the sharp intake of air when he sees the lash marks up and down your back. 

He almost reaches out to touch one fo the scars but stops when you whisper, “You can put the shirt on now.”

Jake does, pulling the material down over your head and watching as you poke your arms through the sleeves. It was almost adorable how long and baggy the shirt was on you. He would say this had it been any other time, but now? It wasn’t the right time. 

“I’m gonna help with the pants, okay?” he tells you.

“Okay,” you respond. Turning back around to face Jake to find him already on his knees before you. 

The only time Jake has ever knelt before a woman was purely for sexual reasons but right now, it felt like the most vulnerable he could be–only for you. 

He tentatively reaches for the button of your jeans before pulling the zipper down and snaking the pants down your legs. His eyes remain on your jeans, only looking up and away after you’ve stepped out of them. He grabs the pajama shorts from the bed and keeps his eyes on the shorts. You place your hands on his shoulders and he tenses up at your touch. Not because he’s uncomfortable with you touching him, but because of how delicately you’re hodling him. 

Almost as if you didn’t want to be hurting him.

Jake instead focuses on the shorts before him as he glides them up your thighs, stopping when he sees a branding scar in the shape of a skull and bones on your right hip. 

“That was him,” you tell him. “My parting gift.”

Jake blinks away the anger bubbling up inside him and instead, finishes pulling the shorts up, tying them in place and holding your hips before looking up at you. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he says in a hushed voice.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” he tells you. “You didn’t deserve whatever it was you went through.”

He watches as your breath hitches before turning away. He watches in horror as your face crumples into sadness, tears beginning to fall from your cheeks. 

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” you tearfully admit. “After Nick hit me the other day, I’ve been dreaming about those nights. I can’t get them out of my mind and of course, if I tell my therapist, she’ll make me go in-patient again. I can’t go back there. I can’t.”

Jake stands, immediately scooping you into his arms and huggin g you like he’s never hugged anyone before. Your sobs ripple through the air and break his heart even more than it was before. 

“Why not? Would it be so bad?” he asks.

“They all think I’m crazy,” you hiccup. “I can’t stand the pitying look they give me. Which is also why I never tell Bradley or Nat anything. I don’t want them to worry.”

Jake smoothes your hair, rubbign small circles on your bicep with his fingers. He only nods into your hair and allows you to finish.

“God, I was such an asshole to them earlier,” you cry. “I can’t believe I let my anger just run like that. I should’ve–”

“You don’t have anything to worry about,” Jake interrupts. “They understand you’re going through something right now.”

“I shouldn’t have been so rude though,” you tell him. “I feel bad.”

“You’re just doing what you needed to do to keep your mind from breaking. Don’t ever apologize for that,” he tells you. He pulls you away from him, tilting your head up to face him. “You can be an asshole to me. I can take it.”

“I’m sorry I’m dumping all of my shit on you,” you say softly, wiping your eyes.

Jake smiles down at you before saying, “Come on, I have a good way to distract you from everything.”

*   *   *

Two hours and a few rounds of Mario Kart later, you’re screaming at Jake to let you win. 

“I don’t play nice, Sweetheart,” he laughs when you lose again. 

“I’ve lost every freaking round and I’m so mad!” you half yell and laugh.

“Sucks to suck, nerd,” Jake says, causing you to throw a pillow at his head and make him laugh harder. “Don’t mess with the master of Mario Kart.”

“I demand a rematch,” you tell him, crossing your arms over yoru chest. 

“Okay, do you like Uno?” he asks.

“Like it?” you smile. “You may be the master of Mario Kart, but I’m the queen of Uno.”

“Let’s see what you’re made of, Bullseye,” he says, pulling out a deck of Uno cards and shuffling them. 

“Let’s bet on the game,” you tell him. 

“Yeah?”

“If I win, you get us pizza for the night,” you smile. “But if you win, I’ll buy pizza.”

Jake pretends to think about it, making a show to tap his chin before smiling and saying, “Deal.”

One hour later

“I swear you cheated,” Jake says, tossing his pizza crust on the pizza box. 

You laugh and bite off a piece of your crust before saying, “I told you I was the queen of Uno.”

“You did tell me and I thought you were bluffing,” he chuckles. “Alright, what’re we doing next?”

“We can watch a movie,” you suggest.

“Sure, what’re you into?”

“I like all sorts of movies,” you tell him. 

“I have the perfect one for you,” he smiles mischeivously. 

Half way into The Conjuring, you’re bundled into a blanket and leaning on Jake when you say, “If they would’ve just left the house, none of this would be happening.”

“That’s true,” he agrees. 

“I hope you know, we’re gonna have to watch something else after this,” you tell him. 

“Why? Are you scared?” he teases.

“No, but I might have to sleep in the same room as you,” you nervously laugh.

“Sounds fine to me,” he tells you. 

You barely make it to the middle of Tangled when you’re fast asleep next to Jake, head resting on his shoulder. He smiles, watching you sleep so peacefully beside him. 

He moves forward, wrapping an arm around you and helping you lay on the couch. Jake brushes a few strands of hair away from your face before gently covering you with a blanket. 

However, before he can get too far, you grab his hand and whisper, “Please don’t leave.”

He smiles down at you, kissing your hand before sinking back down onto the carpeted floor. 

“I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

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“A Bullseye to the Heart” (Ch. 5)

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Latina Reader

Blurb: Jake comes home to you cooking and he doesn’t know how to handle it. (And just straight fluff)

TW: NONE, just straight fluff bc I’ve been feeling like I need some Hangman fluff.

Word count: ngl I have no idea

Enjoy! Sorry it took a while to get back to get this out, I’ve been having some family issues. <3 Next chapter will get into some deep(ish) stuff so be ready!

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Chapter 5

Jake had been thinking about you standing in his kitchen in nothing but that see-through shirt and pink panties all morning. He almost ran into a tree on his morning run just thinking about it. The way your eyes looked up at him in mischief almost like they dared him to look.

But the lack of sleep that emanated in them made his heart hurt for you. He had heard you sniffling in your sleep and then heard the way you kept rolling over in bed. He assumed you were just trying to get comfortable, but as soon as he saw your face he knew it was something else.

He recognized that look of not only fatigue, but the look of someone who was having nightmares. He’d seen it in his old man when he was growing up and he’d seen it in his old weapon’s system officer.

Jake thought to himself that he would tell Bradley and Natasha if it got worse but for now, he was keeping this secret to himself. No need to embarrass you. You’ve only been in his life two days and he already knew a lot about you, maybe not factually, but emotionally.

Jake’s day consisted of class and then flying with Maverick and the rest of the Daggers, nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, the only thing that was out of the ordinary was you cooking him dinner when he got home.

“Hey,” you smile at him. You were wearing some jeans and a loose silky-looking black shirt. “I made some pasta. I figured you’d be hungry after work and I needed to eat before heading out.”

“Oh,” Jake staggered. “Thank you.”

You had surprised him.

One second you look like you want to rip him a new one and now…you’re almost sweet. He was thankful for the small gesture and he wanted to make sure you knew how thankful he was.

Small things always mean the most to him.

“So I was thinking,” he starts, watching as you mix something on the stove. “Maybe one of these days, when you’re free, we can go out for dinner and get to know one another?”

You look up from the stove and turn to face him, eyes wide. “As a date?”

“N-no,” he quickly reassures you. “As friends, if that’s what you’d like.”

You take a minute to look him up and down, wondering if he’s being serious. When his face stays hopeful and expectant, you let your heart slow and mind settle. He was serious, and nothing was going to change his mind.

“Okay, we can do that,” you tell him. You check your AppleWatch and suck in a breath.

“What is it?”

“I have to get to work soon.” You look up at Jake to see him grinning down at you. “What?”

“Nothing,” he says, shaking his head and walking around the island between you two before reaching behind you to grab two bowls from the cabinet behind you. He’s so close, you can smell the familiar scent of jet fuel and a mix of his cologne. He’s radiating heat, even from a few inches away from you.

He must’ve seen the look of surprise on your face because he quickly says, “Just grabbing us some bowls so we can eat before you have to leave.”

“That’s fine,” you tell him. “Just, the jet fuel–”

“I’ll go shower really quick,” he tells you, starting to back away and go to his room.

“No,” you stop him, grabbing his bicep. “It’s fine, it’s kinda comforting.”

He smiles down at you before reaching behind you again, close to your butt and whispering, “I’m just grabbing some forks.”

You move to the side before turning toward the pot full of pasta and grabbing the bowls from Jake. As you begin to serve, you ask, “So how was work?”

Jake looks at you in surprise. It had been a long time since a woman asked how his day at work was. “It was good, we had some flight training for a mission and that’s really it, it took most of the day to get it all done.”

He watches as you twirl spaghetti and then masterfully place it in a bowl. “How was your day? Did you get to sleep?”

“Who says I didn’t sleep last night?” you ask.

“I saw the bags under your eyes this morning,” he tells you. “I can get you one of those rain machines if that helps.”

“No,” you tell him, smiling to yourself. Then shrugging you add, “I just had a nightmare.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not actually.”

He waits until you’ve set the bowl down before touching your arm and pulling your face to look up at him. “If you ever need to talk about it, I’m here.”

You take deep breaths, not wanting to cry at the gesture or even his soft touch. It’s been many years since you’ve been touched gently, you almost want to sink into his arms. Instead, you nod softly and smile up at him. “Okay, I’ll think about it.”

He lets go of your arm and takes a small step back, before letting you finish your twirling. Once you’ve finished, he grabs both plates before guiding you to the dining room table.

“So how long are you working?” Jake asks you.

“The same ten hour shift I always work,” you chuckle. He smiles at you before beginning to eat. You take it as your sign to eat, nothing but the clanking of forks and slurping of spaghetti filling the room.

“So Y/N,” Jake starts. “When are you free?”

You smile and take another bite of spaghetti before telling him, “I usually have Monday and Sunday off. Penny likes to let me have one weekend a month off. Something about letting me reset.”

“Maybe then we can do something,” Jake tells you. Then, without missing a beat, he adds, “This is really good. I didn’t know I had stuff to make pasta in the house.”

“You didn’t,” you smirk. “I went out and got some stuff.”

Jake stops eating, searching your face for any lies before smiling at you in the cocky way he did then first time you met. “You didn’t have to do that. I would’ve gotten the stuff for you if you would’ve made me a list.”

“No, I needed to see what stores were close by.” You wave your hand in dismissal before stuffing your mouth with pasta. You smile at him before adding, “Besides, you shop like a man.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you suck at shopping and getting the good produce.”

“Not everyone has the luxury of having someone cook for them,” Jake points out. “Which I will be cooking next time, call it a pay back of sort.”

“Or we could alternate the cooking,” you tell him sweetly.

Jake only smiles at you before nodding softly and drawling, “Alright, Sweetheart. We can do that.”

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“A Bullseye to the Heart” (Ch. 3)

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Latin Reader

Blurb: Jake is determined to find out what happened to you but as soon as he pulls your file up, everything is redacted. He turns to Rooster and Bob of all people to find out more. You get back to your apartment and find that your ex has trashed the place. one thing leads to another and you find yourself agreeing to live with Hangman until it's safe to go back home.

Contents: nothing too bad, some swearing, kinda fluff,

Word count: 2,096

Previously: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Jake is in the middle of taking a sip of his beer and laughing with Rooster and the rest of the guys when he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist. He knew it had to be one of the four women he occasionally hit up at this time for late-night sex. Now, which one was this? He twists around to see your pretty smile looking up at him. 

“Y/N?” He asks over the loud music and chatter of Hard Deck. 

“What? Is this such a surprise?” You ask sweetly. Before he can answer, your arms are wrapped around him and you’re kissing him passionately. 

Bolting upright in bed, Jake looks at the clock on his nightstand. 

8:15 AM. 

“What the fuck?” He mutters to himself. What a way to wake up. When he lays back down, he feels someone place their arm on his chest. He turns to his left to see a busty blonde fast asleep beside him. 

I don’t even remember bringing her home. What was her name?

He sighs before getting out of bed and walking into his bathroom. He looks in the mirror to see red lipstick marks all over his neck and chest leading down to his dick. 

Must’ve been a wild Friday night. 

He sighs and turns on the shower to wash everything off. A good thirty minutes into scrubbing his body, he steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. 

“Jake?” He hears what’s-her-name call. 

“Hey,” he says, opening the door to his bathroom a bit. “Go back to sleep, I’m just going for a run.”

“After you showered?” She asks. 

“Had to wash off the lipstick,” Jake shrugs. “Anyway, stay… or don’t. Your choice.”

“I think I’ll leave,” she says, getting out of bed and walking toward the pile of clothes in the corner. 

“Okay, see you around…” Jake trails off. 

“Bethany.”

“Right, Bethany.”

Jake doesn’t wait for her to say more. He walks to his closet and grabs some shorts and a t-shirt, pulling them on, and then saluting her playfully when he walks out of the room. 

When she leaves, Jake grabs his phone and searches for Phoenix’s text message. 

Jake: How’s Y/N?

Phoenix: She’s fine. 

Jake: That’s all I get?

Phoenix: Why do you want to know?

That’s a good question, why did he want to know? It’s not like he’s your boyfriend or anything. He had no right to ask how you’re doing. But, he did help you in some way. 

Jake: Just asking. Being chivalrous, I guess. 

Phoenix: Hmm. 

Jake closes out the messages app and sighs to himself. Still thinking about you, he decides to go to the Top Gun archives and do some research. Rooster told him something happened to you while you were missing, but he only half believed him. No reason to fully trust a dude with the call sign “Rooster”. 

Even if he was his friend.

Walking into the archives, Jake goes straight to the section from between two to three years back, searching for your call sign. An hour into looking into the file boxes, he finally finds the document he needs. He pulls out the file and opens it, giddiness flaring through his body when he sees your non-smiling picture of your profile. 

Scanning it, Jake reads:

Name: Y/L/N, Y/N

Call sign: Bullseye

Mission Location: [REDACTED]

Mission Purpose: Bullseye is to [REDACTED] at [REDACTED]. 

Now what the actual fuck? 

Reading down the page, everything is blacked out, except your name and call sign. When he reaches the “outcome” portion of the file, it’s all blacked out. What surprises him is the fact that it’s five pages long and again, all blacked out except your name and call sign. When he reaches “Status”, it says “Honorably Discharged/Full Sponsorship”.

Pulling his phone out, Jake calls Bradley and nearly snorts when Bradley answers, “Yello?”

“Hey I have a question,” he starts.

“Okay?”

“It’s about Y/N.”

“Oh.”

Taking a deep breath, Jake asks, “What happened after she was found?”

“Um,” Rooster hesitates. “She was found bloodied and bruised and then they brought her to the hospital on post.”

“How long before she was declared 100% for discharge? From the Navy I mean,” Jake asks, putting your file on the table before him and pulling out an empty sheet of paper to take notes. 

“I think about two months?” Bradley tells him. “It was really weird because, at lest from what she’s told me, they still pay her.”

“Yeah, the VA pays her.”

“No, I mean, the Navy still pays her. Like she’s still in.”

Jake stops writing and blinks. “What do you mean?”

“She told me a few months ago that they were still paying her damages or something like that. I guess it has to do with whatever happened while she was missing,” Bradley tells him. “We really shouldn’t be talking about this on the phone. Go to Hard Deck tonight, we’ll talk more then.”

“Thanks, Bradley.”

“Did you just thank me?” Bradley snorts.

“Fuck off.” Jake chuckles.

When they hang up, Jake is left to wonder: Why are you still getting paid by the Navy? Did it have to do with whatver it was that happened while you were missing? And if so, what the actual fuck happened to make the Navy pay you off?

Later that night, Jake is sitting in a booth in the back of Hard Deck sipping on a beer and waiting for Rooster to show up. Jake is in the middle of reading something on his phone when Rooster finally sits across from him, Bob in tow.

“Sorry, Bob here found out where I was going and… I think you might want to hear what he knows,” Rooster says.

Jake looks at Bob, expanctantly. 

“So you already know that Y/N’s been getting paid by the Navy,” Bob starts. When Jake nods, he adds, “Well, this is a ‘pay-off’ situation. I’m talking, they want to keep her silent about what happened.”

“Why?” Jake asks.

Bob glances at Rooster, who nods in encouragement. “They knew her jet was gonna go down.”

*   *   *

You knew Nick was an asshole, but you didn’t think he’d stupid enough to trash your apartment. Especially with the multiple cameras you had installed after the first time he hit you. 

You had just gotten to your apartment with Phoenix and as soon as you opened the door, you knew it was going to be a long evening. Furniture was toppled over in your living room, couch cushions were ripped open (probably with a knife), and dishes were broken all over your floor. 

“Oh my god,” Phoenix says from behind you. “What a fucking child.”

You only looked around in sadness. It took you months to find all of the things in your house because most of the things were vintage or second hand. You suck in a breath and rush to your room and into your closet to find the book of things from your parents. You didn’t even need to look deep enough because there it was, laying on the carpeted closet floor. 

Everything was ruined. 

Your parents had passed away six years ago and left you with a box of pictures from your youth as well as other family heirlooms. One of which was your mother’s engagement ring.

Quicklky falling to your knees, you begin to comb through the contents of the box, all soaked from the water Nick split inside it. 

“Please be in here. Please,” you whisper to yourself. 

“Y/N?” Phoenix questions. 

The ring was gone.

Anger rings in your ears, slivering down your spine and making you shake. How could he do this? What a fucking dickhead.

“He fucking stole my Mom’s ring,” you angrily tell Phoneix when she enters your room.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“Tomorrow I have to go to the pawn shops and look for it. Maybe he was stupid enough to do that,” you say to yourself. Then to her, “I cannot believe he would do that. What kind of a person steals someone’s dead Mom’s ring?”

“Someone who’s so insecure that they have to hurt vulnerable people,” she tells you. “Let’s call Bradshaw, he’ll help us clear some of this stuff out.”

When Rooster arrives, he has Bob and Jake with him. As they walk into your apartment, anger flickers on their faces. You see Jake mutter something tp the effect of “I’ll fucking kill him” and shake his head. You have to fight not to let your heart melt a bit. Why does that make your heart warm?

“Y/n, you should stay somewhere else for a bit,” Bob tells you. “What if he tries to come back tonight?

“You can stay with me,” Jake says making everyone turn to him. 

“Why the fuck would she stay with you?” Phoenix asks, crossing her arms. 

“Because I can protect her. And he won’t know where she is, assuming he didn’t follow you home last night,” he says. 

“I can protect her too, you know.”

“Phoenix, I know you’re strong, but that guy was a whole head taller than you. Besides, it’ll allow me to get to know Y/N.” He winks in your direction and you instinctively want to smile but force it down.

“This is ridiculous,” Phoenix says. “She should be with someone she’s comfortable with and who she knows. She doesn’t know you at all.”

“Again, it’ll allow me to get to know her.”

“You’re quiet,” Bob says, nudging you a bit.

“Maybe I should go with Bagman here,” You start. When they give you looks of surprise, you add, “Nick followed us home last night. I saw his car in the bushes behind your house last night after you went to bed.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Nat asks you.

“I didn’t want you to worry. I was gonna tell you tonight if he was there again.” You turn to Jake who’s watching you like a hawk. “I’ll go with you, under one condition.”

“What’s that?” he asks.

“I am not sleeping in the same bed as you.”

Jake smiles before winking at you and replying, “I have a spare bedroom you can stay in.”

“So it’s settled, Y/N stays with Seresin until we get her apartment safe and cleaned,” Rooster announces. 

“I guess,” Nat says, arms crossing over her chest. 

“Go pack a bag and we’ll start cleaning some of this up,” Rooster tells you.

You obey, glad that Nick wasn’t smart enough to mess with your clothes. You grab a large duffel bag and start stuffing as much clothes as you can fit into it, walking into your bathroom and packing your toiletries. When you enter your room again, you find Jake looking in the box of photos your parents left you.

“What’re you doing?” you ask.

“Sorry, I just saw the top photo and was curious,” he tells you. He looks up at you form the where he’s kneeling and softens his eyes. “Sorry, I should’ve asked.”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” you spit. “Just so you know, you’re not allowed to snoop or ask me things.”

“What makes you think I want to?” he asks, standing at his full height. He practically towers over you but you’re not scared. Just opposite actually, you feel weirdly safe.

“The look you gave me the first time you met me and knew my call sign.” 

Jake steps closer to you, almost touching your chest to his body. “Is it because you don’t know me?”

“No, it’s because I don’t trust you.”

“But you trust me enough to live with me for a bit?” Jake smiles cockily, green eyes lighting up in amusement.

Your breathing slows, realizing just how close he is to you. He smells delicious, manly and sweet at the same time. Addicting as fuck. When she lowers his head to whisper in you rear, you have to fight the urge to sniff him. 

“It’s okay, I know I’m addicting,” he whispers, lips brushing rhe shell of your ear.

You’re about to move your head to face Jake when you hear Rooster ask, “You ready?”

You pull away from a now smiling Jake and nod. Rooster looks between the two of you before smirking and motioning you to follow him with a jerk of his head. You do only stopping in the doorway and telling Jake, “Don’t fall for me and don’t deny you aren’t because I feel it. Trust me, you don’t want to be with me.”

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“A Bullseye to the Heart” (Ch. 4)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Latina Reader

Blurb: Jake drives you to his house, and you're surprised by his gentlemanly-ness. You end your first night at his home (kinda) embarrassing yourself.

Contents: the fluffiest fluff, just Jake and Reader being flirty and kinda fighting, bad writing lol

Word Count: 1,330

I'm sorry this one is short, I'll make it up to you guys in the next chapter!

Chapter 4

Jake drove you to his house in silence, your words echoed in his mind.

“Don’t fall for me and don’t deny you aren’t because I feel it. Trust me, you don’t want to be with me.”

All he could think of was how hard and fast he was falling for you. He didn’t mean to, he’d never fallen for someone. Sure there have been a few women he could’ve fallen for but they never felt right. From the moment you walked up to the group with those eyes, he knew he was a lost cause. From the time he held you in his arms, stopping you from getting close to Nick and the commotion he knew. Not only was he instantly struck by you, but you were the first woman to intrigue him in such a way that he had to research you; to see what made you upset, what made you happy.

Every time he glances over at you, you’d quickly turn your head away from him and look out the window of his truck. Jake smiles to himself, the knowledge that you keep looking over at him makes his chest fill with pride. 

When he finally pulls into his driveway in his gated community, you send Phoenix and Rooster a text that you’ve made it before undoing your seat belt and moving to hop out of Jake’s car. 

“What’re you doing?” he asks.

“Getting out of the car,” you respond.

“I’ll get the door,” he says, quickly climbing out of the truck and jogging to your side. When he opens the door, he flashes you a cheeky grin and extends his hand toward you. “My lady.”

“I am not your lady,” you spit but take his hand anyway because why not?

Instant flickers of lust run through your fingertips and up your arm, sending them down your spine. You flick your eyes toward Jake to see him already staring down at you, green eyes searching your own in longing. 

You pull away and clear your throat before saying, “I’ll just grab my bag.”

“No need,” Jake drawls, opening the back door and tossing your bag over his shoulder with expert precision. “I’ve got it too.”

“Didn’t think you’d be such a gentleman,” you half tease. 

“Sweetheart, I was raised to treat women with respect. My man-whore ways won’t change that.”

“So you’re a man-whore?” you ask.

Jake’s cheeks turn a light shade of red before he shakes his head with a smile on his lips. “You’re too smart for your own good.”

Gesturing to follow him, Jake adds, “Come on, let’s get you to bed. You must be emotionally exhausted.”

You hated to admit it, but you were exhausted. You reluctantly follow him toward the house and smile up at the Texas flag hanging outside. “You must be a very proud Texan.”

Jake flashes you a cocky grin over his shoulder before drawling, “Of course I am. I’m Texas born and raised.”

“So your family is still there?”

“Yes, why are you asking so many questions?” he asks, opening the front door and allowing you in first. 

“Just trying to get to know the person I’ll be living with for a bit,” you shrug. As you look around, you can’t help but notice how bare the walls in the house are. Nothing but white paint and an occasional window. “That’s a lot of white walls.”

“I like my house to be simple,” he shrugs. “Plus I probably won’t be here too long so I don’t want to deal with having to paint and fill holes.”

He walks you to the kitchen before putting your bag on the island. “So this is the kitchen. Over that way,” he points to the room on your left, “is the living room and dinning room. Our rooms are over on this side, they both have their own bathroom so you won’t have to share with me.”

You look over his shoulder where he was pointing and nod your head. 

“I know you left your car at Hard deck, so I’m having Coyote and Bob bring it tomorrow morning before we have to head in for PT,” he tells you, grabbing a glass of water and filling it with water from the fridge. He takes a sip, watching as you look around the kitchen and then land on the fridge behind him. “If you’re hungry, you can help yourself to anything. There’s no cow milk but there is almond milk.”

“Are you lactose intolerant?” you ask, biting down a smirk. 

“I am,” Jake smiles. He sets his glass down before grabbing your bag again and walking toward the rooms. “Follow me, I’ll show you where you’re staying.”

You follow him into the hall and notice there’s actually three bedrooms. 

“Door on your left is my room and you’re right across from me,” he says. “The door at the end of the hall is an office.”

Office, that makes sense.

“Um, thank you,” you mutter. You make a move to grab your bag from his hands but he instead walks into your room and sets it down on the queen bed. There’s a night stand by the bed and a drawer across from the bed. 

“I’ll leave you to it,” he says. “Holler if you need anything.”

Before he leaves the room, you grab his hand, surprising not only yourself, but Jake as well. “Thank you, Jake. I really do appreciate what you’re doing for me.”

Jake shrugs before smiling down at you and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’d do it for anyone.”

Later that night, you’re tossing and turning. You’ve been up for hours and have been trying to fall sleep. Every time you’d feel yourself fall asleep, you’d start thinking of Nick finding you at Jake’s house and then get paranoid. Then, when you finally did fall asleep, you were riddled with memories of when you were missing. 

The dream was always the same. The man who took you standing over your bloodied body and smiling from ear to ear, a bloodied knife in his hand. Then, it would cut to you hanging from your hands being whipped and finally, when you were left for dead in the patch of grass.

You look at the time on your phone and read, 4:33 AM. So instead of just staying in bed, you get up and begin to walk into the kitchen to get a glass of milk. 

Maybe some warm milk would help.

You walk into the kitchen begin warming the milk when you start to look through the cupboards for some Nesquik. 

“Surely this guy has to have some coco powder,” you whisper to yourself. 

Opening the pantry in the corner of the kitchen, you find a huge tub of chocolate powder and almost laugh at the absurdity. 

It was almost the size of a box of cereal. 

The microwave goes off, making you turn in time to see Jake standing in the doorway with a little smirk on his face. 

“What’re you doing?” he asks.

“Making myself chocolate milk,” you say, hugging the tub close to your chest. “Why are you up so early?”

“Bob and Coyote came to drop off your car,” he tells you. “And I have PT.”

When you step out into the, now lit, kitchen, you see he’s wearing the navy blue PT shorts and jacket. He looked really good in them, which was weird because every always looks dorky. But for some reason, Jake looked good.

“Well, I’ll probably see you in an hour or so,” he says, looking you up and down. He’s halfway out the kitchen when he calls out, “Nice pjs, you should wear that out!”

You look down and nearly slap your forehead. 

You were wearing nothing but a pair of bright pink panties and an oversized Star Wars shirt that may or may not have been see-through. 

What a great first day of living with Jake.

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[lulunothulu]

“A Bullseye to the Heart” (Ch. 6)

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Latina Reader

Blurb: You’re back at work after a few days off and everything is going well. Almost too well… you stand corrected when your ex comes back to try and finish what he started a few days prior, leading to a flash back you thought you kept locked away.

TW: Some strong words, some angst, (kinda) some fluff, Protective Jake, flashback (not too bad), terrible aviation writing 😂

Word count: About 1.5k

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Chapter 6

After you and Jake finished eating your breakfast and his dinner, you were on your way to work. The smile that remained on your face was all credit to him for calling you “Sweetheart”. You were surprised, it’s been a while since anyone’s called you Sweetheart. The last time Nick called you that was a year ago.

After you had a breakdown when he forced you to stand on a tarmac.

You shake the thoughts away as you pull into the Hard Deck parking lot and sigh to yourself. The parking lot is fairly full, even for a Monday night. You climb out of your car and begin the short walk toward the building, humming to yourself.

You’re about halfway to the door when you feel a massive hand on your shoulder.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” You hear Nick growl behind you. “Come with me and you won’t get hurt.”

“Nick,” you shakily start. “Please just let me go to work.”

Nick chuckles against your ear before whispering, “No one is here to hear you scream. I could do anything to you right now and you’d have no choice but to let it happen.”

“Please, Nick. Just let me go to work. I’ll go home with you after, we’ll talk about everything,” you plead.

“It’s a little too late for that,” he snarls. “You should’ve thought of that before your little friends got me banned from Hard Deck and made me look like a fucking pussy.”

Your heart was pounding. If he took you back to his house, you knew what would happen. Screaming, crying, and a whole lot of punches.

You frantically look around the parking lot, begging someone to be there and look your way.

But you were alone. Alone with a monster worse than the man who took you years ago. Worse in the way that he knows you body and soul.

Please, someone please come outside.

You try pushing away from Nick but his arms are locked and wrapped around your waist. You feel him lift you into the air with ease and begin walking away when you hear an angel of a voice call out to you.

“Hey! Y/N!” You hear Jake yell.

“Help m—” you start but as soon as you begin to speak, Nick puts a large hand over your mouth.

“What’re you doing to her?” Jake says as he gets closer to you guys, practically jogging.

“She’s coming with me,” Nick tells him. Then, turning to you, he squeezes your cheeks before asking, “Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You helplessly look at Jake, tears and fear glimmering your eyes and daring to escape. Jake sees this and approaches the two of you.

“Let her go,” he demands calmly.

“Or what, pretty boy?” Nick growls. “You gonna do something about it?”

“I am actually.” Jake smiles. “And those guys behind me will too.”

Both you and Nick turn to the right and see Rooster and Coyote making their way toward you. The street light behind them makes them look like angels sent to save you.

The second Bradley makes eye contact with you, his eyes harden. “Come on, man. Do you not remember what happened last time you decided to fuck around?”

Nick's grip on you gets tighter before he growls, “I know exactly what happened.”

“So then what is this?” Jake starts. “You feel less of a man because Bradshaw here fucked you up?”

Nick’s eyes jump between you and Bradley before he smiles and chuckles softly. “You fucking her?”

“Not at all,” Rooster starts. “She’s like a sister to me.”

“I’m sure she is,” Nick mutters.

“Knock it off,” Jake says, eyes focused on you. “She has to get to work because Penny will notice if she never goes in.”

Nick seems to register Jake’s presence, doing a double take before smiling and tossing you into his arms. “Take her then. If you get lucky, she’ll open her legs for you.”

You feel Jake stiffen before looking up at him to see he’s glaring daggers at Nick who watches as Jake wraps his strong arms around your waist.

“Don’t speak about her like that,” Jake seethes. He’s practically shaking trying to contain himself. He looks down at you before saying, “Let’s get you inside.”

Jake hands you to Rooster and Coyote, taking the rear to keep you safe from behind.

“Go ahead and walk away, coward!” Nick calls out after Jake, Rooster and Coyote leading you. You turn just in time to see Jake stop walking and turn to face Nick. You don’t get to see what happens because Bradley yanks you into the bar to start your shift.

* * *

“Y/N?” You hear Penny gently ask.

You shake your head and smile up at her from your squatted position in the back room. “Hi, sorry. I just needed a moment to breathe.”

It had been almost four hours since you were saved and throughout those hours, you were having mini panic attacks because you could see Nick pacing outside Hard Deck. His face was covered in blood and a black eye, not quite as green and yellow as yours, was forming on his left eye.

Nick was pissed and the look he gave you was scaring the shit out of you. Rooster promised not to leave until you got off work so he could follow you and Jake home, but even the thought of him being there didn’t help console you.

In fact, it was making you even more anxious.

Penny squats down next to you, placing a hand on your cheek and tilting your head up. “What’s wrong? Who do I need to go get?”

You hesitate for a second before saying, “I need Jake.”

Jake was surprised when Penny urgently called him over to the bar and told him to go to the back room. She didn’t say what was there but as soon as he saw you sitting on the ground, knees tucked in as tight as you could get them, he was instantly on protection mode.

“Y/N,” he whispers. “Are you okay?”

You shudder a deep breath in before looking up at him while tears slowly fall on your cheeks. “I think I need to leave.”

”Leave? Like go back to my place?” He asks. His eyes search yours as he watches you slowly nod your head. “Okay, let’s go.”

He starts to stand but you stop him by grabbing his arm. “He’s out there.”

“Who, Darling?” He asks, squatting back down beside you. “Who’s out there?”

“Nick,” you whisper.

“Sweetheart, I guarantee I sent his ass away. I watched him drive away.”

When he sees you staring off into space, Jake cranks his neck to get eye level with you. You didn’t even register him, you were staring but completely in your own world.

He remembered that look and he didn’t like it.

“Talk to me, Y/N. Tell me what’s wrong.” He tells you. Please say something.

“I thought I saw him,” you finally whisper after what felt like hours.

“Saw Nick?”

“Yes. Well…no,” you shiver. “The man who held me prisoner.”

The Day of the Mission

“Lieutenant Y/L/N,” Admiral Simpson called out.

“Yes, Sir?” You turned, standing at attention and hand held up in salute.

“At ease, Bullseye,” he smiles. “How’re you feeling?”

”Nervous,” you tell him truthfully. “But I know it’s just excitement.”

“Atta girl,” he chuckles. “It’s just a quick ‘get in and get out’.”

You nod your head before swiveling it to the left toward the tarmac. “And we can’t have another jet out there with me just in case?”

“We talked about this, Y/N.”

“I know, it doesn’t hurt to ask again,” you smile. Turning back to him, you say, “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

* * *

“Bullseye,” Air Traffic Control starts. “Runway is clear for takeoff, you’re clear to go on the count of three.”

“Copy, Air Control,” you respond.

“Three.”

Your heart was pounding into your chest. Everything’s going to be okay, Y/N. This is an easy job.

“Two.”

This is it. We’ve got this, Mamá.

“One.”

You begin to move.

The throttle in your hands steady, just like you’ve practiced countless times before. At the last point when you need to pull up, the jitters butterfly in your stomach and you almost laugh at the sensation. As you fly to the destination, you tell Air Control your set on the coordinates before going quiet to focus. All you had to do was fly over the weapons shelter of the enemy and bomb it to oblivion.

When you reached the shelter however, there were people already waiting for you.

“Command,” you said over the radio. “There is unanticipated enemy fire on approach. I repeat, unanticipated enemy fire on approach.”

“Keep going, the mission must be completed, Bullseye,” you hear them inform you.

“Copy.”

Veering to the left, trying to avoid being seen, you tried to look for another angle to drop the bombs. You find one and immediately go for it, dropping the bombs just as you see an enemy jet behind you and ready to fire.

“Fuck!” You yelled out. After the bombs are dropped, you continued the flight and tried to maneuver yourself out of the target area of the jet behind you. “I have an enemy bird behind me.”

You pulled your throttle toward you, thinking it would help with the sun glare blinding the enemy behind you. What you didn’t anticipate was that you too would also be blinded.

“Command,” you start. “I can’t keep them off!”

When the automatic ringing, signifying you’ve been made a target and locked in as such, starts ringing you panic.

“Command! I’ve been locked in! I repeat, I’ve been locked in, I don’t know how much time I have left! I’m stuck!”

“Keep fighting, Aviator!” You hear the Admiral say into the coms. “Come back to us!”

“I can’t—” Before you could answer, you hear—and feel—the shots to both of your wings. “I’ve been hit! I repeat I’ve been hit! I’ve lost control.”

“Eject, eject, eject!” You hear.

You obeyed, grabbing the eject handle and repeating, “Eject, eject, eject!” pulling as hard as you can before feeling yourself fly out of the jet and into the air.

When you landed in the trees below, you unhook the parachute from your uniform and begin running toward the South.

You came from the South, run toward it and try to get back. You remembered Admiral Simpson once told you.

Fire and heat coarsed through your lungs the deeper into the wooded area you ran. You kept telling yourself that this was ideal, not every mission ended like this. But something in the back of your mind kept telling you that something was wrong.By the time you reached a clearing, you realized how wrong you had been. You should not have ran in this direction. Because as soon as you reached the clearing, you were met with a large group of men with weapons pointed at you.

“Well, what do we have here?” One of the men said out loud. His dark eyes trailed down your body before snapping his fingers and ordering men to your side. “Grab her. She comes with us.”

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