#hangman x female!reader

[thewulf]

That's a Kill || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Y/N Kazansky. The Admiral's daughter. You always had to prove yourself to the boys. The good old boys. You never thought much of any of them, knowing you were better than them. That was until you were called back to Top Gun. You meet Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin who drives you nuts, the first day. You start to fall for the man in front of you as he does the same.

A/N: You all really are the sweetest. This one is a bit longer. Hope you enjoy! I Appreciate the feedback! All fluff. We're also pretending Ice is completely okay - no cancer :)

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 8,900+

Part 2 | Part 3

You weren’t sure you wanted to be a pilot when you were a kid. Over the years you learned to love flying, especially with your dad. He had always encouraged flying but never forced you into anything you didn’t want to do. Your brother on the other hand had decided he wanted to be a pilot just like his daddy. He became a damn good one at that. But you, you were exceptional. Once you decided you did want to become a pilot you weren’t going to stop until you were the best. You kept true to your word; you were one of the best. You graduated first in your class at Top Gun, earning the coveted picture on the wall. It wasn’t without challenge though. People made many assumptions about you because of your dad that you had to overcome. Once you did, you were a force to be reckoned with.

You were so different than your dad, oh so different. Your dad, the legendary “Iceman”, Tom Kazansky, was a cocky son of a bitch (his terms, not yours). He always got whatever he wanted. He was cool, calm, and collected Tom. He was ice cold. He was Iceman. It worked for him.

But you, you decided from an early age that you caught more flies with honey than you did vinegar. You quite literally killed them with kindness. It became your thing. You only seemed to grow kinder over time, never letting anybody walk all over you though. It worked for you.

You shamelessly tried to hide your lineage, but it just didn’t work with your brother’s big mouth and your rather recognizable last name. Kazansky wasn’t easy to hide with your dad being an Admiral and all.

The word spread quickly of the Admiral’s daughter joining the ranks of Top Gun. You kept your head low and worked hard. You were kind to everybody in your class confusing your instructors who had to deal with your brother, and your dad, not that long ago. You didn’t have the ego nor the cockiness your lovely father and brother had. You were laid back, kind, but so sure of yourself.

You were a quiet one too. You never spoke out of turn only when you were addressed. Just a quiet observer in a world of crass pilots who thought they were the best. You knew you had a leg up on all the boys in your class, you were trained by your dad and Maverick from a very early age. You were yet to beat either of them, but you swore your day was coming. Each time you went up in the air you were determined to fly even better than the last, they both noticed. They knew you were special, Y/N Kazansky.

When you were in the air you were just as cool, calm, and collected as your dad. You knew you were better than your brother you would just never dare to say it out loud. You flew just like your dad did. Ice cold. You had that something special that everybody chased after. People didn’t know how to deal with you, your personality didn’t match up with the girl who flew. It made you smile, they always walked on eggshells around you. You knew you held the power you just never took advantage of it.

Your personality is what got you the callsign Lava. Everybody claimed you were the exact opposite of your father. You wanted to disagree with them, you and your dad were more alike than anybody knew. But you couldn’t fault them, the way the two of you presented yourselves was completely different. You were kind, you smiled at people, and you helped others. You had to laugh at the subtle shade that was being thrown your fathers way. You knew how cold he could be, but you also knew how loving of a guy he really was. You loved the entire situation, so you embraced your callsign. What was the opposite of Ice? Fire. But Fire didn’t sound as cool as Lava, per the boys, so Lava it was.

The instructors couldn’t quite grasp who you were. You were a sweetheart on the ground but a menace in the air. You didn’t even sound like yourself when you were giving orders and having the time of your life in the sky. You proved them wrong time and time again in the air. They thought you only got into Top Gun because of Ice; boy were they wrong. You just had that little something extra that other pilots didn’t seem to have. You couldn’t put your finger on it, nobody could figure it out either. That was years ago now, you had graduated Top Gun first in your class two years prior.

You went on a few decent missions that brought you some sense of accomplishment. You were sure your father had something to do with all the lame assignments you had been given over the last few years. You were the best of the best and you were going on missions that any pilot could go on. You had blowout arguments with your dad about it. He claimed he never did anything, you just had to believe him even though it didn’t make sense to you.

That was until you were called back to Top Gun. You were called back just like the rest of them. You were a few years younger than the majority of group that was invited. You weren’t familiar with anybody you were briefed on. You’d certainly heard of them though; they were all very well known within the Naval Aviator ranks. The best part about being a Kazansky was getting to know who you were going on missions with.

“No Will?” You asked your dad. Will was your older brother, three years older. He had gone to Top Gun with a few of the people on this list of twelve. You recognized Hangman from his class. Will always complained about him telling you the stories of how he earned his callsign Hangman. Will always referred to him as Bagman, you made of note of that one in your head. You grinned seeing him on the list knowing he’d be a tough one to deal with.

Your dad shook his head, “No, he isn’t ready yet.”

You nodded your head eyeing your dad curiously, “Must be serious then?”

“More than you know Y/N. Please, be careful.”

You hid a smile from your face seeing his apprehension. You knew it had to be one hell of a mission, “Yes sir.” Finally, your chance at something big.

You had gotten the invitation just like the rest, to meet everybody at the Hard Deck the night prior to your reporting day. You really didn’t want to go but you had a feeling that everybody else was going to be there. You were mortified when it said to show up in uniform. You considered showing up in your civ gear but decided it would be worse if you were the only one to show up in regular clothes.

You ended up going in your uniform trying to play it cool as you entered the bar. You quickly spotted the other aviators before slyly made your way over to them, all of them in uniform. You mentally thanked yourself for wearing it.

You sat down next to the most unassuming looking person there who happened to be shoveling popcorn into his face, “Hi.” You greeted him as you took a seat.

“Hi!” He smiled setting the popcorn down, “I’m Bob.” He stuck his hand out to you. He was a little dorky, but you just knew you were going to love him.

You nodded taking his hand gently in yours, “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you Bob, what’s your callsign?”

He laughed while nodding his head, seemingly like he just went through this, “Bob.”

“I like it!” You giggled.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He smiled genuinely seeming to not get that reaction all too often, “And yours?”

“Lava. Lav for short if you wish.” You smiled swinging your legs back and forth on the high-top chair.

“Noted.” He smiled at you while fixing his glasses, “How’d you get that name?”

You sighed leaning back into your seat, “My dad. Kinda sucks when your own callsign comes from somebody’s else.” You paused for a second before continuing, “My dad is Iceman.” You nearly whispered the last part. Everybody knew about Iceman. Iceman this or Iceman that. He was a legend among Top Gun piloting legends.

“You’re Admiral Kazansky’s daughter?”

You nodded looking your head down, “I swear I’m a good pilot Bob. I’m not just here because of the name.”

“I didn’t mean that!” Bob spoke frantically, “Just surprised is all, your kind of well-known but nobody really knows you. I’m surprised you’re here.”

You bit your lip in spite, “I believe my dear old dad had something to do with that. I’ve always flown the most basic missions. None of them worth a damn. Who knows how I even made it here?” You said grumbling in frustration.

Bob shrugged, “Who cares? You’re here.”

You nodded your head, “You’re right Bob, I am here.”

“And who do we have here?” A new voice interrupted the two of you. You slowly turned your head seeing your brothers favorite pilot leaning against the chair next to you with a toothpick sticking out of his mouth. You had to admit he looked good. Better than the pictures ever showed. Your damn brother would never mention how handsome he was to you either, you weren’t surprised. Will had made him out to be some horrific monster. Not the tall, tan, muscular pilot standing before you.

“Y/N.” You gave him your sweetest smile knowing you’d have to kick up the charm to get through to him. You didn’t necessarily want to beat Hangman, you simply wanted to get into his head. You wanted to know he could be beat if you wanted to. You weren’t a hundred percent sure you were better than Hangman in the air you just had a sneaking suspicion you were.

His eyes flicked down to the last name embroidered on your chest. Kazansky big and bold for everybody to see. You heard him chuckle before looking up to you, “The other Kazansky. Thought you were some mythical creature. Nice to know you actually exist.”

You smirked seeing just how this man got under Will’s skin so bad, “Nice to meet you Bagman.”

He snorted setting his beer down ready for the conversation to begin, “Seems like your brothers got a big mouth. Where is he?”

“I don’t disagree.” You giggled, making sure to turn that charm up even harder than before, “Dad said he’s not ready.” Shrugging you leaned back into your seat wishing you had a beer to distract yourself with.

“That’s cold Kazansky.” He eyed you up and down taking you in. He didn’t know how much trouble he really was in before he initiated the conversation between the two of you. He was starting to get a sense of just how fucked he knew he was once you started throwing words right back at him with the sweetest look on your face. He knew right then and there you were going to be a problem for him, a thorn in his side. He got a rush just thinking about it knowing he had to continue the conversation on for as long as you would let him.

“Would you say, ice cold?” You tapped the table.

You heard Bob let out laugh from behind you, almost forgetting he was sitting there. Hangman shook his head leaning just a touch closer to you, seemingly being drawn in by you, “My real name’s Jake. Jake Seresin.” He stuck his hand out to you waiting for your response to his move.

“Will did not like you Mr. Seresin.” You took his hand gently in yours, just as you did Bob’s. Not reacting to his firm grip instead cocking your head to the side looking at him curiously. You felt him release your grip immediately. You weren’t sure why but that move made every man react the same way, almost embarrassed to be showing off to you.

He took a second to regain his composure, thoroughly enamored with the game he knew he had just begun with you. “I hope you don’t take anything he said to heart darling.”

Smooth. So smooth. You were a sucker for endearing names. He didn’t know that, and you couldn’t let that one slip. Your turn to regain composure. You just hoped your delicately crafted façade hadn’t slipped already, “Your telling me not to trust my own brother? Wow. That’s cold Seresin.”

“You don’t think family can be a bit dramatic sometimes?” The world around you two had seemed to slip away. You forgot Bob behind you. Hangman forgetting the game of pool he was playing with another guy, looked like Payback to you.

“A bit. But I don’t think my dad is.” You played the dad card not really caring that you did. Wanting to keep him on this toes.

You saw him visibly gulp, “Now, I know your joking.” He almost sounded, desperate? You knew you had to draw it back a little bit. Truth be told your dad only had good things to say about Hangman, some thing he needed to work on in the air but a damn good pilot otherwise.

You shrugged hopping up from your seat, “I’m getting a beer. Bob, you need one?” You turned back to the silent observer who was picking up on something between the two of you.

“I’m good.” He smiled back to you.

You waved at him before turning back to Jake, “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Guess you’ll have to find out Bagman.” You winked at him before making your way to the bar.

The rest of your night consisted of strategically staying away from Hangman. You didn’t want to get caught up with his antics just yet. You felt what Bob had seen earlier. The bantering between the two of you came way to easy. It didn’t take you long to warm up to a person, but you just felt connected to Jake instantly. You decided when you walked away from him earlier that you would have to avoid him at all costs. You didn’t really think the plan would work but it would certainly delay the inevitable. You knew the two of you would either become the best of friends or hate each other bitterly. You didn’t want the latter, so you decided to avoid it.

Any other night and you would have likely gone home with Harvard. You were instantly charmed by the Clark Kent looking man. You knew it wasn’t the brightest idea to go home with him once you realized you kept looking around for Hangman to see if he was paying attention to you or not. You accidentally caught his eye a few times instantly looking away. He smirked know he had gotten into your head. Physically, you were with Harvard but mentally, Hangman had caught your attention. So, he backed off, he saw what you were doing. He wasn’t dumb. He was thrilled when he saw Harvard leave without you. You moved back to Phoenix, still avoiding Hangman.

You got to know the entire Dagger squad the rest of the night. You were one of three women on the team of twelve, Phoenix and Halo rounding out the crew. You knew you would grow close to Rooster, hearing everything about him from Maverick, he was the life of the party. The squad welcomed you with open arms. You still avoided Hangman, knowing how screwed you were. But he knew, he knew he won that night.

The next morning you were pleasantly surprised to learn that Maverick was your instructor, a detail your father had refused to give you. You sensed the tension immediately between Rooster and Mav. You quickly remembered just how awful things were between the pair You didn’t know Rooster personally, until you met him last night, but you felt like you knew him from the stories you were told. You weren’t sure why you had never met him before last night. He was older than you are sure, but it still didn’t add up. Mav always said Carole had kept him to keep him from the Navy, one of the many failed attempts.

You were snapped back into reality when you heard the two quietly arguing with one another before the class was dismissed. You sat patiently waiting on Mav to pack up and the rest of the class to leave.

“Good class Mav. Can’t wait to start.” You grinned getting up from you seat.

“Kazansky. Good to see you kid.” He walked over wrapping you into a tight hug.

“Dad didn’t spill. Can’t believe your teaching us!” You squeezed him tightly.

He ruffled your hair after releasing you, “Didn’t know until a few days ago.”

“Oh Yeah!” You laughed, “You blew up the Darkstar! Dad told me all about it.”

“Course he did.” He chuckled guiding you out of the classroom. The next six hours consisted of field air training. You couldn’t be more pumped to have your hand at Mav again.

“Heard you went past Mach 10 though. That’s certifiable Mav.” You paused as you got to the front of the women’s locker room.

He nodded stopping with you, “Pushed her a bit too far. We’ll get her next time.”

You nodded along with him, “Good luck up there, old man.”

He feigned hurt by placing his hand on his heart, “You wound me Kazansky, I still don’t recall you ever getting me though.”

“Eat it.” You laughed walking into the locker room.

You changed into your flight suit quickly. Phoenix and Halo were already finishing up, they waited on you while you changed keeping you company. All twelve of you gathered in the training room waiting on direction from Maverick.

“Payback, Fanboy, and Rooster. Your up first.” Mav spoke in the doorway entry exiting quickly to his plane. The nine of you tuned the radio into the channel listening into the chatter between all the aviators.

You simply smiled listening into the panic once Mav came on Radar between all the pilots. He had done that shit to you so many times before. So Maverick. You giggled when Payback and Fanboy nearly begged for 200 pushups, no idea what they were in for. Maverick broke the rules. He didn’t give a shit about the Navy’s policies. Maverick did what Maverick wanted to do. He always had your dad to pardon him, he was truly fearless.

You were up next once all three were eliminated. You were with Hangman. You audibly laughed once Maverick gave you your assignment. You turned to him radiantly, “Let’s beat him.”

He snickered, “Yes ma’am.” Whew, you nearly melted. You had to turn away quickly walking out of the training room and to your plane so you wouldn’t get distracted. You and Hangman were up in the air five minutes later in two separate planes, of course.

“Let’s see what you can do sweetheart.” He chuckled before breaking left away from you.

You audibly sighed forgetting you were on radio for everybody to hear, “That’s why they fucking call you Bagman.” You knew you were on your own, not that you minded. You were used to this game with Maverick. You heard Maverick audibly laugh, the game was on.

You had avoided him and tried to help Hangman, but Maverick was just too good. He knocked Hangman out first. Your turn. You lasted longer than you thought you would, pulling out all the stops and maneuvers you had been taught throughout all the years. You faltered when a flock of birds changed the plans in your head at the last minute breaking you right instead of left which left you as a sitting duck. You mentally cursed yourself when you hopped out of your jet joining Hangman in your 200 pushups.

“Not bad Kazansky.” Maverick patted you on the shoulder.

You shook your head, “That was not good Mav, and you know it. I should have seen those damn birds sooner.” You wanted to pout but replaced your frown with a small smile.

“You’re too hard on yourself kid. That’s the best I’ve seen you fly. Don’t sweat it. Plus, I need your head in the game. These next few weeks aren’t going to be for the faint of heart.”

You nodded, “Got it, Captain.” You smiled, “Now don’t mind me, I have a punishment I must fulfil.”

“Lieutenant.” He nodded before walking back to the training center. Grabbing the next pair of victims.

You dropped down and began your pushups. Jake was already past 150. You grumbled internally knowing he would be watching you once he finished. You loved having his eyes on you but him being this close was rather intimidating.

“Thanks for the help up there.” He spoke once he finished his 200.

You sighed knowing you were just going to have to have a conversation with him because you couldn’t move, “If you would have listened to me, you wouldn’t have been shot down.” You said as sweetly as you could muster. Pushups were never really your thing. You could do them. They just weren’t the prettiest nor the fastest.

“I disagreed.” He retorted.

“Thus, why you were shot down.” You said quickly, knowing how easy it was to get him upset. You just considered it payback.

He sat there quietly watching you. He didn’t really blame you. He blatantly didn’t listen to you on purpose. Not wanting to believe you were as good as he thought you were. Turns out you were better. He thought you might even be better than him. Especially watching you work with Maverick. He was in awe of your ability to control the aircraft. You were effortless in the air.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You spoke up breaking him from his trance.

He bit his lip sending shivers down your spine. Not good. Not a good reaction you thought, “I would if I could Darling, don’t seem to have my phone on me though.”

Smooth, he always seemed to have something to say. When he didn’t, he sat down and shut up to figure out how to get himself out of the situation. He knew you’d beat him though and that excited him beyond belief. He was yet to be matched and he knew that Y/N Kazansky would be the first to change that.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Pig.”

He shrugged, “You suggested it Lava.”

You nearly recoiled hearing your callsign off his tongue. You truly didn’t dislike your callsign it just wasn’t frequently used for you. You were often called Baby Ice or Kazansky. You didn’t want to admit how good it sounded though. How much you liked hearing any sort of your identification coming from his lips. You needed to get ahold of yourself and quick.

You sighed getting up from the ground shaking your arms out, “Just try and keep up next time Seresin.” You smiled to him before walking away.

He walked up behind you almost making you jump. You weren’t expecting that. Kind of bold you thought, “Need any help stretching those arms out darling?”

You almost gasped at his forwardness. You really didn’t know how to handle this man. You could’ve sworn that my growing up around your dad and Mav you would’ve been prepared for any scenario. You were wrong about that. Jake Seresin was figuring you out quicker than anybody had in your entire life, perhaps he’s the only one that would be able to. That truly freaked you out. You had a finely crafted exterior that nobody had been able to penetrate. You were worried that was going to change and soon.

You shook your head, “Don’t even think about it Hangman.” You laughed smiling back to him. He really was a handsome man. Blond hair and green eyes. You were a sucker for a man with green eyes. You knew once he figured that out, you’d be a goner.

He smiled at your resistance. His breath got caught in his throat as you whipped around and greeted him with that smile. He was a sucker for a beautiful smile and man oh man did you have a million-dollar smile. He returned to his thoughts quickly as you turned back away from him, “Just offering sweetheart.” He followed you back to the training room where you were cheered for and greeted by the other pilots.

You weren’t sure what Mav was up to when he told the class to meet at the Hard Deck at 5 PM that night and to wear your ‘beach workout gear’. You were sure you were incredibly nervous as to what beach workout gear meant to the guys, specifically Mr. Jake Seresin.

You weren’t given much time to go home and change, Mav letting you go at 4 PM, giving you just an hour to get ready. You raced back to your temporary home looking for just the right clothes. You mentally cursed yourself for putting so much time and thought into what you were going to wear to this sunset workout, specifically for Jake. You had never done this sort of thing for any guy you’ve come across in the Navy yet somehow Jake freaking Seresin was beginning to wrap you up in his tangled web.

You groaned hitting your head softly against the wall. You knew your dad would be getting a kick out of this one. Your dad never thought anybody was ever going to crack your hard exterior, much less a boy from Top Gun. You were always so much more confident than anybody you had come across. Your dad would always comment on it, sure that you would rarely get challenged. But here came Jake Seresin to mess up all your plans and assurances.

Maverick was yet to catch onto anything between the two of you. You had gone up with Hangman a few more times, each time a little better than the last. All Mav noticed was the bickering between the two, seemingly no different than any other flight with Hangman. He seemed to bring out the fighter in everybody he talked to. But the bickering was different, for Jake it was. You were so much quicker and wittier than anybody he had come across. You seemed to have a response ready to go at the tip of your tongue no matter what he said. You only got tripped up when he mentioned not very work appropriate actions. Your face would go a light shade of pink when he alluded to indecent things in such a casual manor. He was ready to use that against you, simply bidding his time.

What Jake did notice was how damn good of a pilot you were though. He found that the two of you were easily matched. You were quicker and seemingly more agile in the air. He was better at locking onto targets than you were though, he locked onto Mav a few times but failed to hit him so far. Mav was as cocky as ever, so much fun to watch as he ripped through the air. Always proudly shouting his favorite phrase as he show the twelve of you down over and over, “That’s a kill.” You really couldn’t wait to use it against him one of these days.

After letting yourself think way to hard for a few moments you snapped back to the present. You decided on a simple set of a black sports bra and spandex. You through on a loose tank top fully intending to take it off if it got to hot in the San Diego sun.

You rushed down to the Hard Deck upset at yourself for leaving with such little time to spare. You hated being late, something your dad instilled in you at a very young age. That topped with your mom making you late to everything she took you to cause that sense of dread every time you were coming close to being late. Luckily, you got there with a few minutes to spare rushing over to Phoenix and Halo’s side.

Jake grinned when he saw you arrive a little frantically. He had picked up on your punctuality. You were always one of the first aviators to arrive in the classroom and in the field. He saw a glimpse of panic when you arrived far to close to Mavericks call time. He smiled knowing he had noticed another small thing about you. He never planned to use it against you only to use it for his advantage. He knew you were always early to things giving him a chance to talk to you alone, away from the other pilots.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Maverick called everybody to attention. He explained the rules of his made-up game of Dogfight Football. You were an avid football watcher knowing the game like the back of your hand. You weren’t allowed to grow up in house with Iceman and not know every rule like a ref would. What Maverick was explaining though confused even you. Nonetheless you split into two teams. Phoenix and Rooster on your team. Hangman, Payback and Cayote on the other. Halo was unfortunately snatched up by the opposite side, she lined up against Phoenix. Leaving you with Hangman. You wanted to complain about how unfair a matchup it was but could never give Hangman that simple satisfaction, so you shut your mouth.

“This ought to be easy.” He winked at you as he lined up for the first time against you.

You squatted down ever so slightly. You were fast but you weren’t Jake Seresin fast. You needed to take any advantage you have against him. Rooster also had you back against him in case he got by. Not that you were going to let it happen, “Do you ever just keep your mouth shut Bagman?”

“Now you know there’s no fun in that Lav.” That nickname was new from him. You had heard it time and time again from your various classmates and naval aviators throughout the years. But it was new coming from him. You liked the way it sounded more than you wanted to admit.

You hummed admitting he was partially right, “Not everything has to be a game, Jake.” You admitted sincerely, not sure where you wanted the conversation to go.

“Sure, it doesn’t.” He admitted, “But again, no fun in not making everything a game darling.”

He caught the small sigh that escaped your lips, “That sounds exhausting.” You spoke looking down to the ground trying to listen for both Jake and if the balls were being snapped.

He wanted to answer you honestly, it was exhausting for him. But he didn’t know how to turn that side of him off. So, he just let it happen. He knew it was something he needed to work on he just wasn’t so sure he was ready to admit that just yet.

The two of you worked well against one another, to your utter astonishment. You were both able to stop the other often, occasionally letting a good catch or run slip through. The game was utter chaos, yet you and Jake were able to stay in the little bubble the two of you seemed to be in. You didn’t forget the world around you, you both just ignored it and focused on the other.

You about lost it twenty or so minutes in when Jake tore his shirt off and threw it over to the sideline where Penny was sitting. You bit the inside of your mouth to stop the face you were itching to make. You kept your eyes on his not daring to look down at his toned body. You knew you were toast if you looked down, so you opted to look ahead.

You heard Jake laughing before you saw it, “What’s the matter Kazansky? Never seen a shirtless body?” He spoke a little too loudly earning a chuckle from a few other pilots. Embarrassing. You were thankful your cheeks were already rosy from the workout hiding the stupid blush you know adorned your face presently. He really knew what to say to tick the right buttons didn’t he?

“Shut up, Jake.” Was all you could think of quickly before the balls were snapped again giving you a second to regroup.

“That all you’ve got Kazansky?” He egged you on once he blocked the pass that came your way. He was in your head and he knew it. You knew it.

You nodded, truly at a loss for words, “Yeah, you got me.” You admitted, maybe sounding a little too upset in the admission.

You noticed Jake’s features soften a bit. He was itching to reach out to you, to ask you what was wrong. You seemed more than fine a few moments ago. He knew a few silly comments wouldn’t throw you off your game that bad, but they seemed to this afternoon. He decided to back off a bit not wanting to push you too far. He knew you could handle a lot, but he didn’t know your limits. He didn’t want to push you over the edge.

You ran over to the side ignoring Jake’s silent protests. You spotted Yale sitting there taking his break, “Yale! Can you cover me? I need to talk to Mav.” You smiled as sweetly as you could to him.

“Sure Lav.” He laughed taking your spot across from Hangman. You saw Jake watching you frowning when Yale stepped in front of him. You watched him out of your peripherals as you ran over to Mav who was sitting in the distance letting the teamwork out the game on their own. Jake didn’t take his eyes off you until the balls were snapped bringing him back to the present.

“Mav!” You gasped when you finally reached him, the sand decided to humble you a bit leaving you out of breath.

He slid his aviators off raising his brows curiously, “Everything alright, Y/N?”

You took a second to catch your breath, “I need you to have me switch teams.” You clapped your hands expecting him to oblige beginning to walk back to the game.

“No.”

“Great!” You stopped abruptly before turning a little startled by his answer, “Why not?”

“I made the teams purposefully Y/N. I’m not just moving you over. You’ve got to learn to work with what you got.” He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you inevitable rebuttal.

“It’s not that I don’t like my team Mav. They’re all great.” You stopped short not wanting to admit to your almost Uncle why you really wanted to switch teams.

“Then what is it Kazansky?” A small smirk was beginning to underline his features. Did he know? He had to of known. Or else he wouldn’t be doing this to you right now. You paused and thought this over with yourself. On one hand it was just Mav, maybe he knew the right way out of the little predicament you were in. On the other, it was Mav and he’d immediately be calling your dad up. You loved your dad but there were just some things he didn’t need to know while you tried to figure it out.

“I can’t play opposite of Jake.” You admitted softly.

Mav laughed, “I know he’s annoying Y/N. There’s a reason why I put him and you against each other.”

“It’s not that!” You groaned turning away from him. You wicked the sweat off your face with your damp tank top, knowing it wouldn’t be on your body much longer either.

“Then what is it, can’t help if I don’t know Baby Ice.” He full on smirked using your childhood nickname.

You couldn’t stop the eyeroll that already begun when you heard the name baby coming from him, he just loved to get under your skin too, “He’s too distracting Mav.” You gave him a wide-eyed look hoping he’d pick up what you were putting down.

He in fact did not pick up what you were putting down, “Too distracting?”

“Dammit Mav! You’re really going to make me say it.” You sat down next to him on the sand brushing the stray hairs away from your face, “I can’t focus when he has his shirt off. I forgot we were playing a stupid game there for a second.”

Mav’s face finally came to the realization of what you were telling him. His mouth formed a small o as he processed the information, “Jake really?” He laughed waiting for you to join in. When you failed to join him, he realized you were being serious.

“Mav that’s not funny.” You grumbled looking down finding the sand super interesting.

“I thought you detested him.” Mav admitted finally processing what his almost niece was telling him.

“I did! On the first day.” You threw your head back looking to the blue sky that was slowly beginning to turn orange. Cursing the timing of everything. You finally got a huge mission, and a stupid southern boy was going to distract you from it? You weren’t into boys the way your friends were growing up. You were a tomboy through and through and saw most of them as brothers, not lovers. This didn’t end when you graduated high school, college and even all the way through Top Gun. Nobody interested you. Sure, you had a few suitors and you dated sporadically but you never had a tried-and-true boyfriend. Your brother teased you until his face was blue about it sometimes. He had a few long-time girlfriends but none of them ever seemed to work out in the end, your only weapon against him. But that weapon was shattered when his girlfriend of three years accepted his marriage proposal. Not that you minded, you loved his fiancée Marissa and really couldn’t wait for her to marry into the family.

Marissa never gave you a hard time about it. She understood it made sense for you. You had something to prove in your Naval career that would likely get thrown off course with a serious boyfriend. You couldn’t get distracted, your career depended on it. That mindset worked. You were always the young one. You went to the Naval Academy at 17 and graduated by 21. You were invited to Top Gun at 25, the youngest in your class who turned out to be the best in the class, cruising by all the men. You knew you had a lot to prove being the daughter of Admiral Kazansky. It irritated you though that you had to work tirelessly for it while Will seemed to just have it. And now here you were, the youngest at 28. You had really hoped it was all worth it.

Maverick laughing pulled you back out of your mind and into reality, “Does Y/N Kazansky, my own Baby Ice, have a crush?”

If looks could kill Mav knew he’d be dead. He’s not sure he has ever seen such a look on your face before, “Mav keep it down.” You sighed not denying him.

“You didn’t answer my question Y/N.” He sounded a bit more serious this time. He had certainly not picked up on your feelings towards Hangman. He really thought you detested him. You body language made it seem like you really hated the guy, always standing away from him if you could. You snapped at him quite a bit, not ever losing your cool but not acting like that towards anybody else.

You nodded silently, “I do. But you can’t tell dad.”

“You’re taking the fun out of it for me Kazansky.” He sighed leaning back into his chair. He was happy for you although still confused. You really didn’t show any signs of it, maybe he was that oblivious though.

“Mavvvvv.” You sighed just like him dragging his name out like a toddler would.

“Fine. You have my word. I won’t call up Ice. But you’ve got to figure it out for me. I cannot afford to have you distracted kid. Either say something and own up to it or forget about it, alright?”

You gulped and nodded, “Okay. But you’ve got to give me a little time.”

“Sure. But this really is life or death Y/N. I need you here. All of you. 100% of that big ass Kazansky brain that you have. Do you hear me?”

You shook your head up and down hearing him. It frightened you a little bit. You understood how hard this mission was going to be, yet you had the confidence you could do it. You had yet to master the course but you, Phoenix and Bob were the closest group to completing the task yet. Only off by thirty seconds, you knew those thirty seconds were life or death though. Seeing Maverick this serious though threw the gravity of the entire situation right in front of you. A knot formed in your stomach finally understanding this was it, this was a true test of skill. You were picked because you were the best of the best. Maverick needed that Y/N, he was going to get that Y/N.

“I hear you Maverick.” You stood up, ready to rejoin the group.

“Good. And no, you still can’t switch teams.”

“Mav!” You eyed him angrily before returning to the game. Mentally preparing yourself for what Hangman was going to tease you with next.

You knew you couldn’t ignore it anymore when the Dagger Squad met for drinks at the bar and your eyes couldn’t seem to be taken away from the blond man. You now knew you didn’t have a type before you made it to this camp. But now you did. Jake Seresin was your type, just your type. You were entering week three of training, things have kicked up by about a hundred notches. Mav constantly reminding the team that it was life or death, day in and day out. He had to prove to the team it could be done. Boy, did he show off. Doing the whole course in under 2 minutes and 15 seconds.

You learned later that day that he was selected Team Captain. You saw how disappointed Jake was when it was announced. Mav decided to take his time selecting teams. The whole squad was in an all-out Dogfighting war during training, for the next few days at least. You were tired yet you refused to show it, having to prove yourself once again. You could see how exhausted the whole squad was, tonight was needed. Mav gave you the weekend to recover before one last session on Monday where he would announce teams. You were nervous. You had flown the course with a wizzo and without. Proving your capability with both. You desperately wanted to be picked. You were still nervous about the whole situation though, who wouldn’t be? One mistake and you could be dead. No pressure.

Jake noticed your eyes on him. He couldn’t help the smile that slowly spread across his face. He might have managed to crack you, just a bit. He played it cool though. Wanting you to make the first move. He wanted to see if you crack or not. He did want you. He had never been so matched before. He was also sure he would never meet somebody who could put him in his place quite like you did. You beat him more often than not in the air. He was amazed by your flying. Only Mav was able to beat you and even then, you had come close a few times only to be outsmarted by the old-timer. You also challenged him when both feet were on the ground. You didn’t piss him off like most people did when they challenged him, he tried to become better.

He knew he really had liked you when you told Rooster off for the stupid death spiral that he and Maverick were in. You were the only one that was able to get through to Rooster as your words really cut like ice, your dad shining through. He watched curiously as Rooster walked away like a sad puppy, tail tucked between his legs. You, you were fuming. He was sure he hasn’t seen you so mad. You let out the most frustrated groan as you lightly punched the wall. Not stupid like the boys before you who had broken their hands on the cement behind it. He watched as you leaned against the walls collecting yourself. You took a moment before you stood back up fixing your uniform. You turned and spotted Hangman standing there giving him an awkward hello before walking away quickly. Yeah, he liked you. He liked you more than he really cared to admit.

He brought you over your favorite beer on tap sliding it to you as he sat at the high-top opposite you. You smiled thanking him and took a big swig from the glass, “Rough day?” Jake asked eyes softening just slightly.

“Nah, I’m okay.” You spoke, “Just been thinking about the mission, that’s all.”

He bobbed his head seemingly agreeing with you, “Kazansky scared? I’ll be.” He grinned giving you some much needed shit.

“Shut up, Hangman. You know that’s not what I meant.”

He laughed softly nodding in agreement, “I know Y/N. Some serious stuff.”

“You could say that again.” You downed some more of it, nearly finishing the glass in two drinks, “I guess you could say I am a little scared.” You admitted quietly waiting for him to interrupt. When it didn’t come you continued, “I’ve known Mav my entire life and I’ve never seen him like this before Jake.”

“That’s why were here.” He tried to cheer you up.

“I know.” You sighed finishing the beer off. Hangman was impressed, he was only a few drinks in. “It doesn’t make it any less frightening.”

“Shit, Y/N.” He spoke delicately, you traced your eyes up his body to his face wanting to hear what he had to say. He continued when he had your full attention, “You’re on of the best pilots I know. You might be better than me. If you repeat that I will deny it so don’t even try it.” He smirked continuing on, “You were born for this mission. Don’t let Mav freak you out. Go be that confident Lava in the sky, that you can’t be stopped.” He breathed out looking at you happily.

Stunned. You were stunned. And you were a hundred percent your face looked just as stunned as you felt. You were computing his words, yet it didn’t make sense coming from him. Soft Jake? Sweet Jake? You weren’t going to sit here and deny it. Especially because he didn’t give you a chance to respond before he took your glass and told you he was getting you another. He left you with that.

He was showing you a different side of him. You had seen the softened facial expressions and knew when he let up when you two were going at it. But this, this Jake was different. You were sure he was showing his true self to you. He came back and slid the beer over to you like he did the first time, smoother than ever.

“Thanks Jake. For the beer, for everything.” You smiled softly to him. You took your time looking at him curiously, fully drinking him in. Gosh, was he beautiful. He had that damn toothpick in his mouth. You loved that damn toothpick. You loved when he smiled with it too, his dimples always showed when he did. You could hardly take the green eyed, dimpled combination that was in front of you all too often. Mav was right, you needed to tell him, you were struggling keeping this one from him.

“Anything for you Kazansky.” He said without a bit of sarcasm in his voice. A chill ran down your spine, you were sure these physical reactions were going to give you away at any time now. You sat back slightly wondering how in the hell the Hangman had wrapped you so tightly around his finger. You were hooked. Truly hooked on every word he spoke, every look he gave you. How had he done that to you in less than three weeks? You weren’t sure. You didn’t really care either. Your head was already exploding in fear from the mission but with something else entirely when you thought of Hangman, something foreign to you.

“I like soft Jake.” You fluttered your eyes, clueless to the effect you were having on him. He too was utterly fascinated by your presence. He also wasn’t sure what you had done to him. But he sure well knew he would do just about anything for you. He was so drawn to every aspect of you. Your delicate smile you gave everyone and the genuine one you threw his way every now and then. Your calm and collected demeanor in the air, even when Mav beats up on you. Your sweet eyes and all the emotions you tried (but failed) to hide from him. He didn’t really want to wait on you anymore. He just wanted to tell you exactly how he felt so he could hold you, feel you, take you in.

“I like you. You know.” He admitted so nonchalantly you did a double take.

You sucked in a breath so taken aback by his admission to you, “You what?”

“Like you, Kazansky. A lot. I like you a lot. A lot a lot.” He grinned moving himself to the seat next you. He took one of your hands in his, picking your hand up so gently.

“You do?” You whispered, dumbfounded really.

“Don’t act so surprised Y/N. You’re incredible.” He kissed the back of your hand softly. Your heart nearly jumped out of your throat.

“Okay.” You nodded wanting to slap yourself in the face. Okay? Okay, was that all you had? You took a second longer to process what he was really saying, “You like me.”

He laughed scooting even closer, not dropping your hand but squeezing it instead, “I do Kazansky.”

“Well, that’s good.” You gave him that genuine Y/N smile he desired to see once more.

He chuckled inching even closer, your chairs were touching now, “That’s good.” He repeated back to you.

Realizing how dumb you were sounding you continued, “I like you too, Jake.”

He gave you his genuine Jake smile. You could’ve melted right then and there. You had to remind yourself that your fellow classmates were not too far off, “I know.”

You shook your head in response to that cockier than thou attitude, “Course you did.”

He moved his hand to brush some hair out of your face, “It’s nice to hear you say it though, darling.”

You eyed your surroundings, not forgetting where you were. You were going to melt into this man and the wrong person was bound to see. You pulled him out of his chair pointing to the door. He grabbed the beers following you out of the bar as casually as possible. You found a spot on the back patio away from any prying eyes.

“Sorry, it felt… claustrophobic in there.”

He pulled you down, so you were sitting on his lap. You felt so self-conscious when he did so. Your breathing became uneven. He could feel your apprehension. Slower, he noted. He was excited to get to know you better. You were unlike any woman he’s ever met. He didn’t want to screw it up by doing something your uncomfortable.

“I should have asked. I’m sorry Kazansky.” He whispered in your ear trying to make you more comfortable. A full body shiver erupted when he did so. If he noticed he didn’t say anything. He just ran his hands across your back willing you into his embrace.

“S’kay.” You mumbled falling into his touch almost immediately. You relaxed against his chest quickly feeling at home in his arms. You fought to keep your eyes open, but they didn’t want to listen.

You felt him laugh softly as he moved his hands up and down your back. Seeing just how easy it was to get you to relax into him, “It’s only nine sweetheart.” The sun had begun its decent for the evening casting a beautiful array of oranges and pinks into the sky.

“Way past my bedtime.” You mumbled into his chest. You instinctively curled yourself closer into him. You took a long deep breath in smiling as you smelled him. He smelled so good to you, even after a long day he smelled so good, so Jake.

“Let’s get you home then.” Before he could shift you shook your head.

“No, please.” You sighed looking up to him. He was looking at you so lovingly. The droopiest eyes you’ve seen on him yet. It felt like every nerve on you was on fire, not feeling so tired anymore, “Just a few more minutes, you’re so comfy.” You dopily smiled to the lovestruck man holding onto you.

“Like I said earlier, anything for you Kazansky.”

You lit up at him, “Which reminds me, you’re going to have to meet my dad.”

He looked like he lost a shade off his tan as you reminded him. He tried to play it off as nonchalantly as he could, “He’ll love me, promise darling.”

“We’ll see about that Jake.”

“We sure will.” He kissed the top of your head, pulling you closer.

-

Part 2

[nykie-love-anime]

My Friend's Hot Girl

Warning: cheating, swearing

Y/N Y/L/N hears her boyfriends friend Jake talking on the phone to her boyfriend and through eavesdropping she hears that he is fucking another woman. She's not okay with that and tells Jake that it is officially over with Bradley even though Bradley doesn’t know it yet. Jake makes like he’s going to leave to get pizza but Y/N isn’t having it. No, instead she keeps him over and gets her mouth all over him. No idea why he is at her house in the first place, but it's a good thing for everyone that he was - except for Bradley.

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“I’m not doing this anymore man. I gave you how long to come clean and you didn’t.” Jake says to Bradley, busy pacing back and forth on the balcony, running his hand through his once styled hair. “Hurry the fuck up with telling her or I am going to do it for you.” Jake curses the man on the other end of the phone in his head. “Okay, okay give me a day man then I will tell Y/N everything. I just have to sort everything with Candy out then I promise I will tell the truth to Y/N.” Bradley begs. 

“I really like this girl so please just give me a… a day.” “Dude that girl is a fucking slut. Everyone knows it. You should be the first one to know it as she was flirting with a man already in a relationship.” What none of the boys know is that you came walking out of the glass door after hearing yelling. Confused as to why Jake is here you stayed quiet wanting to hear what the hell is going on.

“I don’t wanna fucking know that man.” Jake yells frowning at his phone coming to a stand still and you frown along with the man. “And I am going to tell you once again that girl opens her legs for anything man, so man up and tell her already.” Jake exclaims and you step further onto the balcony hearing the voice of your boyfriend on Jake's phone.

“Your girl is a fucking goddess and you are busy whoring around with some slut, who by the way has not a single thing on Y/N.” At the mention of your name you gasped and Jake quickly turns around finally spotting you, silently cursing he quickly changes the topic. “Let me fucking talk to him Jake.” you hold your hand to the dirty blond but he just shakes his head. “Aah yeah, can I please get a triple cheese with pepperoni.” You sighed looking at Jake pleadingly. “Man…” but he holds up his finger and continues talking.

“Come on Jake.” he just hums into the phone. “Hey you guys still have that special where if you buy two you only pay for one.” Jake turns away from you and continues pacing on the tiled floor. “Yeah awesome. I will take that deal then please. Both of them the same flavour.” you look at him as if he has grown 2 heads. Standing with your hands on your hips looking at him expectantly. The frown on your face deepens at him just ignoring you.

“Okay thanks, see you then.” Jake ends the call, finally looking at you. “Dude, what the fuck man.” “What?” Jake questions. “Jake stop with the fucking act and tell me what’s going on.” Jake stays quiet just staring at you with an unreadable look. “Jake just tell me what the hell he said to you.” “Who said?” He continues with the act. “My boyfriend you were just talking to.” you roll your eyes at the man in front of you. “You know Bradley, the one you fly with on a regular basis.” “Oh no, that was just the pizza, you know the pizza place I always order from.”

“Stop lying to me, Hangman. I heard everything, please just tell me the truth.” you begged the handsome man with a few tears in your eyes. “Is he fucking the girl he told me not to worry about? You know the one from the Hard Deck.” Jake looks down and just nods. “Yeah that would be the one.” “Fuck seriously, how long has this been going on for?” you asked the aviator. “Do I look so bad that he had to go and screw that whore.”

“Am I not pretty enough for him to love and not to fucking cheat.” you asked Jake not expecting an answer just wanting to let go of your anger. “Am I ugly to you Jake, please you can be honest with me. I just wanna know if someone finds me attractive.” your voice cracked with the first few tears falling down your face. “What? Fuck no you are a gorgeous girl. You are a fucking smoke show baby. Do you know how everyone looks at you when we are drinking at the Hard Deck. That dickhead had to fight off a few guys wanting to hit on you or to buy you drinks.”

“Really?” you looked up surprised and Jake just nodded. “You know if you were my girlfriend you wouldn’t even leave the bed before I had you at least three times, minimum.” He continues and you smile shyly not expecting him to mutter those words, your tears drying up for now. ‘Well you know, now that I am single, we can try it out.” you smirked at Jake causing his cheeks to flare up. “Wait what. No, no, no you see that was just hypothetical.” He quickly said and you took a step towards him.

“No, no I… I don't do that.” he mutters, cheeks still red. “This is just to make you feel better. You know… I uuh… hehe yeah I have to go. I have pizza to pick up. So yeah I will see you tomorrow at work.” “You know I am kind of turned on.” you placed your hands on his chest and Jakes’ heart just skipped a beat. “I am feeling really bad about what that asshole is doing to me.” you mumbled into his chest and he let out a small sigh. “It will make me feel better if you touched me like he never could Jakey.” you smiled at the man.

“Man I mean…” Jake stutters. “Man I can’t do that to Bradshaw, then I would be just as guilty as him. You guys are still together and you are hurting so I do not want to take advantage of you in this vulnerable state.” Before he could continue you cut him off with a half smile. “I officially broke up with him after that call.” You step your game by running your hands up and down his sides. “You did?” He looks at you with curious eyes, searching for the truth in your expression not finding anything to worry about. “I did.” you lie with a small smirk.

“Complete truth?” He just has to make sure. “Complete truth.” Again a lie. With that he wraps his arms around you middle picking you up from the floor. Wrapping your legs around his waist his hands travel towards your ass holding you steady. “Bradley and I are complete history as of a few minutes ago.” “Good, now I can finally do this.” And with the end of the sentence his lips are on yours. Moaning into his mouth you quickly pulled back. “Bed?” “Bed.” Jake confirms pulling you into your home.

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abaker74 I always love when Jake or Bradley Meet then date a single mom. Being a single mom myself that's on brand for me 🤣🤣

Summary: Bradley introduces jake to his high school best friend and her child. Basically Jake likes Milfs. Fluffy content.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female!Reader (Single mother reader)

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Roses and Thorns - Part I

(Previously called “Pool Table”)

It had been a long day of training for the pilots at Top Gun. Jake "Hangman" Seresin had given them a run for their money after becoming an instructor. He would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy making the pilots suffer.

He was now enjoying an ice cold tap beer with his fellow instructor and friend, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. The two of them shared notes over the pilots they were training. Bradley kept annoyingly texting on his phone the entire time, smiling every now and then.

Finally, he had gotten a phone call that he seemed to be anxious about getting and he ran out of the Hard Deck. Jake rolled his eyes at his friend, finally relieved to be free from his suffocating phone use.

Jake looked around the Hard Deck, listening to the sounds of classic rock playing on the jukebox mixed with the hum of different voices having different conversations.

Jake felt a tug on his sleeve and looked down at a little girl. Large doey eyes and h/c hair put up in two curly pigtails with pink bows wrapped around them. She had on a little sweater with strawberries on it. "Daddy?"

The question caught him off guard, nearly spitting out his drink. He felt his heart drop to his stomach and panic began to settle in. "I- um-"

Laughter came from a few feet away. He looked over in the direction of it and saw that Bradley was doubled over in laughter with his hand on a woman’s shoulder, who was also laughing. The two made their way over to the table and sat down. The small girl ran back to the woman and jumped in her lap, giggling like a maniac. I assumed now that this woman was her mother.

“Oh man your face was priceless.” Bradley said while wiping a tear from his eyes.

Jake grumbled, rolling his eyes and bringing his beer to his lips. His attention turned to the woman with the same colored hair as the little girl. He watched the way her face moved when she laughed, the lingering smile on her face made his heart skip a beat.

“Jake, this is my long time friend from high school, y/n.” Bradley introduced them. Y/n reached her hand over the table to shake, a kind smile on her face. “It’s nice to meet you.” She charmed.

Jake grabbed her hand and shook it. Her hands were soft and delicate but she had a strong grip.

“Jake Seresin.” He returned the introduction to her. He then pointed to the little girl in her lap. “Who’s the troublemaker?” He asked.

Y/n smiled and grabbed the little girls hands in her own. “This is my daughter, Rose.”

“Momma I want French fries!” Rose exclaimed excitedly upon seeing someone walk out of the nearby kitchen door with a basket of them.

Jake smiled at the way the small girls face lit up. He’d never admit it to anyone, but Jake loved kids. He had always imagined himself having as many boys as possibly. Someone he could roughhouse with and throw a football on the beach. Maybe they would even take after him and join the military. The thought of having girls scared him. Maybe it was because he didn’t know how to take care of one, or maybe because he wouldn’t know what to do if she brought a boy home. Boys would be easier, more low maintenance.

“I’ll get you some French fries baby.” Y/n said nonchalantly as she pet the little girls head.

Rose pounded her little fists on the table, making the liquid in our drinks vibrate slightly. “French fries! French fries! French fries!” She chanted like a battle cry. Jake chuckled and shook his head.

“Alright I’m going!” Y/n gave in, throwing her hands up in surrender. “Here, go to uncle Brad.” Y/n handed the child over to Bradley. She now sat in his lap and giggled menacingly.

“You are very right she’s a troublemaker.” Bradley commented and took a drink from his cup.

“So you and y/n were friends in high school?” Jake asked, attempting to learn more about this woman he never heard of before.

Bradley nodded. “Since freshman year. We had PE together. Beat the shit out of me with dodgeballs every day for four years. We’ve stayed close ever since.” Bradley reminisced on the memory of the past. I looked over at her as she leaned against the bar, talking with Penny. She was unbelievably sexy. Just her posture and the way she carried herself and talked in the conversation from afar. Who wouldn’t be attracted to that?

“Is it safe to assume that’s not your kid?” Jake asked, wanting to poke some fun at Bradley. Bradley laughed, shaking his head. “Oh no. I don’t know where Rosie’s father is at. Y/n doesn’t really talk about it.”

For some reason, knowing she was single heightened the attraction that he felt. He hated to say it, because it made him sound kind of misogynistic, but Jake loved seeing women with kids as much as he loved kids. There was nothing he loved more than watching someone play pretend and cater to someone’s needs. Jake watched her walk back over to the table with a cocktail in one hand and a basket of French fries in the other. Y/n slid them down onto the table and plopped down into her chair. “Boom! French fries.”

Rose used her little fingers to make a grabbing motion towards the basket of fries that Bradley grabbed and slid them closer to the little girl.

“So, Bradshaw tells me you’re a pilot as well.” Y/n began to strike up conversation with Jake, taking a French fry from the basket and popping it into her mouth. She looked at him with an innocent interest.

The three and a half people made pleasant conversation as the night went on. Rose had only eaten about 5 of the French fries that she had demanded she receive so the three adults finished them off. It was 9:30 now and Rose was passed out in y/n’s arms, her head resting on her chest with her mouth wide open.

“I better get going so I can put her to bed.” Y/n said as she slowly stood up from her chair. She struggled to reach down on the ground to grab one of her bags. Jake jumped up to grab it off the ground for her.

“I can get it.” He insisted. Y/n looked at him with a warm smile spreading across her face. “Thank you.”

Jake looked back at Bradley as y/n made her way to the door. Bradley winked and raised his glass to Jake. He had turned around and quickened his pace to catch up. He jogged to the car to get there first and he opened the door for y/n while she strapped Rose into her car seat.

Once she was in the seat she walked around to the driver side door and took her bag from Jakes hands. “Thank you for the help, I appreciate it.”

“No problem, any time.” Jake smiled, sticking his hands into his pockets. Y/n nodded to him, saying her goodbyes before driving off.

It was rounding 6 o’clock when Jake decided to take a run on the beach. He had run a couple miles when he came up on the beach that butted up with the back of the Hard Deck. He noticed an umbrella with two silhouettes sitting underneath it. The closer he got the clearer the two became. It was y/n and Rose.

He approached the two, stopping in front of them. Y/n looked up, blocking the sun from her eyes, even though she was wearing sunglasses, and then smiled. “Hey Jake.”

“Hi.” He smiled. Jake facepalmed himself. That was all he was able to choke out? Hi? How mortifying.

“What are you doing out here?” She asked. To the right of y/n, Rose was digging sand up from the beach and putting it into a bucket.

“Just out for a run.” He shrugged plainly.

“I see.” If she hadn’t been wearing sunglasses, Jake would have sworn that she looked him up and down, suddenly making him feel bashful. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt that way.

Jake felt a tug on his right hand. He looked down at Rose who was trying to pull him in the direction of the little mound of sand towers that she was building. “Come on.” She encouraged.

“Rosie sweetheart, Jake is busy he can’t play right now.” Y/n, took her daughters hand out of jakes. Of course, that was the one sentence a parent could say that could make even a child hating person feel guilty.

“He can’t play?” Rosie frowned, looking back and forth between the two adults.

“No no no, I can play.” Jake said quickly, afraid of upsetting the pouting girl. He sat down on the sand next to y/n under the umbrella.

“You don’t have to,” y/n reassured him, pulling her sunglasses up off her face and into her hair.

“I want to.” Jake smiled at her, holding eye contact for a little longer than normal.

Jake was drawn away from admiring the woman’s features as he was handed a small Pail and shovel. “Can you fill this with sand please?” Rose asked. How could anybody say no to those big blue eyes?

Eventually a small sand castle was built in front of where their set up was on the beach. Rose stepped back to admire her work. Her face then lit up with an idea. “I gotta get water for my Algators.”

Jake chuckled at her mispronunciation of the word alligator and watched as she took off running toward the water with her Pail in hand. “She’s adorable.” Jake hummed.

Y/n chuckled and nodded her hand. “She is the light in my life. Always keeps me on my toes.”

“I bet you guys always have your hands full.” Jake chuckled. He wanted to see if y/n would talk more about what Bradley said about her father being absent.

Y/n waved her hand dismissively and blew air through her mouth. “My hands are always full. Dead beat father didn’t want to stick around.”

Jake frowned. He already knew the answer to her question before he asked it, but hearing the venom dripping from her voice as she said it really stung his heart. “I’m so sorry.” He took the opportunity to place a hand on her shoulder. He felt her soft skin underneath his course hand and felt a fire ignite his chest. She looked over at him and gave him a gentle smile.

“Thank you. It really isn’t that big of a deal though, it was a long time ago.”

“What happened if you don’t mind me asking.” Jake asked.

Y/n sucked her teeth in thought before continuing on with her story. “We wanted different things. I wanted to have a baby and stay close to my mom, and he didn’t want a baby and to go to New York to peruse his acting career. So we compromised and I got full custody and he’s doing compression sock commercials.”

Jake couldn’t help but break out in laughter at the way she described it. It really did seem like a thing of the past to her. Or maybe, she covered up her pain with humor.

“How long ago was that?”

“Little over 5 years ago. it's just been me and her ever since."

Jake nodded in understanding of what she was saying. “Well, for what it’s worth you’ve done great.”

“It’s too heavy!” A small voice called from the distance. Jake looked off towards the ocean to see Rose struggling to carry the water filled bucket back to their spot on the beach.

“I’m coming!” Jake quickly got up from his spot on the sand and went up to rose. He took the bucket from her and grabbed her hand to help her walk back up the beach. Jake poured the water into the small hole she dug.

“There, a finished castle.”

Rose giggled and smiled. “I’ll be the princess and you be the knight.” She suggested. Jake chuckled and nodded to her.

“Yes your majesty.” He brought his hand up and saluted to her. Then Jake got an idea. He gave y/n a mischievous look that caused her face to turn up in confusion.

“If I’m a knight, that means I have to protect the princess from the evil queen.” Jake looked back over at y/n and gave her a wink. A wide smile spread on her face and she slowly shifted her weight around and crouched over on her feet.

“I’ll get you my pretty.” She twisted her voice to a creepy witch-like tone, causing Rose to giggle in anticipation.

“Go we have to go!” She encouraged Jake. Jake wrapped his arms around Rose and picked her up off the ground.

“I’ll save you princess!” He announced. Jake took off at a jog down the beach with y/n on his tail. Rose gripped onto jakes arms and let out many screaming giggles. The sound made Jake happy, the shrill of happy little kid screams made him want to do everything to keep this little girl happy.

He had looped around and made his way back around to the umbrella. He quickly set Rose down in the shade and then stood up to face y/n who was barreling towards him.

“I’ve got this, princess. Stop evil queen!” Jake commanded. Y/n showed no signs of stopping. In fact, she didn’t. She got right up to Jake and then ducked her shoulder down into his abdomen. Taken back by the sudden tackle and the strength at which she laid him out.

Jakes back hit the ground, y/n following shortly after and landing on top of him. In the tackle he had wrapped his arms around her to prevent her from rolling away. He felt the soft skin of her back against his hands as their skin was pressed together. He couldn’t help but feel the attraction simmering in his stomach as he looked up at her, a wide smile spread across her face as she laughed.

“Get off my knight!” Rose was near them now, pounding her little fists into y/n’s back in an attempt to get her mother off of Jake. Y/n rolled over and grabbed rose, wrapping her up tightly in her arms before plopping back down in the sand next to Jake.

“I’ve got her Jake! Tickle her!”

Jake laughed and reached his arms over and ticked her sides. Rose squealed and thrashed around, laughs erupting from within her. “Stop stop!” She said in between her laughs.

Jake brought his hands back and propped his head up on his hand. He looked over at the mother and daughter duo. Y/n had her arms wrapped around Rose, planting kisses on her cheek. Jake felt something warm in his heart. Admiration, affection, adoration, all the mushy feelings he had ever felt all at once. Rose changed his view on girls. He wanted to have 5 girls if they all turned out like this one. In turn, he wanted to know more about the spectacular woman in front of him. He knew he would do anything to protect them both.

“Forgive me if this is too forward-“ Jake began to talk before he was cut off by y/n.

“It’s too forward. I can’t forgive you now.” They both chuckled at her sarcastic response. Jakes face then fell to a more serious expression.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" Y/n's expression durned up in surprise. It took her a minute to think about an answer which caused Jakes heart to begin to race. It was too forward. He hadn't even asked her if she had a boyfriend, or anybody she was seeing.

"Yes, actually." At her response, Jake felt his heart return to it's chest. Relief flooded over him.

"Hard Deck at 7 tomorrow?" He asked.

"I'll be there."

“You met her two days ago and already asked her on a date?” Bradley exclaimed over the phone.

Jake smiled with the phone up to his ear. He was already at the Hard Deck when Bradley had called. Apparently y/n had asked Bradley to babysit for her while she went out with his friend.

“The heart wants what the heart wants Brad.”

“This is hardly your heart talking.” Bradley retorted sassily.

“I’ll have you know,” Jake jumped to his own defense. “I hung out with her and Rose on the beach yesterday-”

“And you fell in love with Rosie’s intoxicating giggle?” Bradley chuckled.

Jake felt the heat rise to his face. He didn’t want to admit it, but it was absolutely true. It was an addiction, something that Jake could listen to for the rest of his life. Which, is part of why he asked y/n out.

“Shut up, Bradshaw.” Jake growled, hanging up the phone before Bradley had a chance to clap back. As though it were scripted, Y/n walked through the door and glanced around. Jake stood up and walked to the door to meet her. Y/n saw him, smiling as they met halfway.

Y/n was wearing a deep blue dress that stopped in the middle of her shins. She had on a pair of white sandals and a golden chain around her ankle. Traveling back up to her face, spaghetti straps across her strong shoulders and a plunging v neck where a necklace with a pink pendant played across the top of her breasts. Leaving just enough to the imagination.

“Wow. You look beautiful.” Jake raved upon approaching her. Y/n smiled and held her arms out, embracing Jake. He reciprocated the hug, putting his hands gently on her lower back.

“Thank you! You don’t look so bad yourself.” Y/n took a moment to look Jake up and down. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a red shirt on top.

Jake directed them to the bar, opening the tab and buying them both drinks to start with. He then directed her attention a few tables away from the central bar.

“Now, since this is a bar I wasn’t able to reserve a table. But, I have reserved the pool table.” He spread his hands out wide in a presenting way as they approached the pool table. Y/n smiled and laughed.

“I think we can manage with that.” Y/n grabbed two sticks and then turned around, reaching one over to Jake. “Are you breaking or am I?” She asked.

For some odd reason, Jake had never been that attracted to someone.

“Ladies first, obviously.”

Y/n smirked slightly, placing the que ball down and bending over at the waist to line up her shot. The way that her necklace dangled in front of her now more exposed chest was next to impossible to ignore. His eyes wandered to there, hardly listening to the words that left her mouth.

“You know, I know exactly why you asked me on a date.” Her eyes wandered from looking up at Jake to at the pool table, drawing back her stick and breaking the stack. Unfortunately, no balls went into any pockets.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Jake asked, looking around the table for the easiest shot to start.

“You like hot moms.”

Jake was mid shot when y/n said that, causing him to completely miss the ball in front of him. He looked up at y/n who was propped against the pool stick, laughing at his misfortune.

“Now that’s not true-“

“You don’t think I’m hot?” Y/n interrupted him with a pout.

“No, you’re very hot.” Jake huffed with a shy giggle.

Y/n smirked a little, walking around the table to observe potential shots. She found one right beside where Jake stood, bending at the waist and took a shot, sinking a striped ball into a socket. “And I’m a mom. Therefore, you like hot moms.”

For the first time a woman had left Jake speechless. He rubbed the back of his neck and feeling the intense heat rise to his face. Y/n seemed to notice when she looked up at him. She put a hand on his strong chest, gently pushing him backwards slightly so she could slip between him and the pool table.

“Relax Seresin, I’m pulling your leg.”

Jake had felt a tingling sensation running over his whole body. Like fire ants were crawling in his veins. He watched her take another shot at a pool ball and missed.

“So, do you want kids?” Y/n asked, taking a step back to allow him room to move.

Jake chuckled and looked around the table for his next shot. “Straight to the deep questions, huh?”

“Well I’ve got a kid who’s not going anywhere. Just want to make sure you’re not some secret child hater.”

Jake chuckled and shook his head. “Yes, I want kids.”

“How many?”

Jake huffed out. “As many as my partner would let me.” He admitted.

Y/n nodded in understanding. “Let me guess, boys?”

Jake missed his third shot before standing up straight to look over at y/n. He smiled at her and nodded. “Yeah.”

“I figured as much.” Y/n hummed with a chuckle. “It’s the typical male answer.”

Jake put his hands up in defense. “Forgive me if girls are intimidating.”

“So you think my little Rosie is intimidating?”

“Well no-“

“Don’t worry. The more time you spend around her the more girls you want.”

Jake smirked a little, watching y/n take her next shot. “Will I be spending more time around her?” He asked hopefully.

Y/n looked up at him from her spot bent over lining up her pool shot. A small smile curled up on her perfectly plump lips. “There’s a good chance.”

Jake smiled. His heart warmed the more he talked to y/n about just the smallest things. He couldn’t remember the last time he talked to someone for this long about mundane things. He enjoyed every second of it.

Much to his distaste, the night eventually had to come to a close. Jake walked y/n out to her car, the two of them laughing about a joke that was told earlier.

“Thank you for tonight Jake, I had a great time.” Y/n leaned against the back seat of her car while Jake stood by the drivers door.

“I had a great time too.” Jake hummed. He held out his hand and gestured with his eyes for y/n to take it. Y/n smiled, placing her hand on top of Jakes. He brought it up to his lips and gave her a kiss on the knuckles while simultaneously opening the driver side door for her.

“So when is our second date?” He asked. Y/n stepped up into position to get into her car. The only thing between her and Jake was the car door. She stopped for a moment, seeming to think. Y/n shifted her weight to her toes, stretching up and placing a kiss on Jakes lips. She lingered there for a couple seconds. Before going back down on her flat feet.

“I’ll call you.” She said sweetly. Y/n got into her car and closed the door, rolling down the window. Jake was so caught up in the intoxicating kiss that he forgot one critical detail.

“I never gave you my number.”

Y/n put a pair of sunglasses on her head and poked her head out of her driver window. She smiled wildly up at him. “I know.”

Just like that, she drove off. Leaving Jake smiling like an idiot in the parking lot.

Next Part

[topgun-imagines]

I Hate You

Requested: yes

Summary: Jake finds you injured in the parking lot. It leads to a confession of feelings you never saw coming.

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: cuts and scrapes. Drinking. Slight angst? Not really. Enemies to lovers.

Note: this turned out way longer than I thought it would 😅

Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader

As the door closed behind you the loud sounds of the bar were drowned out. You sighed as you walked through the parking lot and towards your car. Your arms shot out as you stumbled slightly, trying to make sure you stayed on your feet. You hadn’t drank too much tonight, but the few tequila shots that you had taken mixed with the tall heels you were wearing wasn’t making your walk through the parking lot easy.

The dagger squad had been out celebrating Phoenix’s birthday. You had spent the majority of the evening laughing with the pilot, doing your best to avoid the cocky pilot on the other side of the bar. It was safe to say that you and Jake had never gotten along. Ever since you met him, he had been nothing but rude, always making sure that you knew exactly how much he hated your presence. You really didn’t understand why he hated you so much. It didn’t help that nobody else that knew the two of you had any clue what his problem was.

You were almost to your car when it happened. While you were walking, the heel of your shoe was caught in a small hole. Normally, this wouldn’t have been a problem but in your tipsy state, this had sent you to the ground in an instant. You hissed at the sharp feeling of gravel against your skin. That seemed to help sober you up. With a groan, you brought your hand down to the skin of your calf where blood was beginning to seep through the cuts. A soft curse escaped you when you noticed your bleeding knuckles. You must have scraped them on the way down too.

You were so lost in trying to control the bleeding that you didn’t hear the door open behind you. The crunch of boots on gravel is what alerted you to someone else’s presence. When your eyes landed on the person behind you, you almost wished that you could bury yourself in a hole. You didn’t want anyone to see you in the state that you were in, let alone Jake Seresin.

The man sighed above you. He had never seen you look so fragile and vulnerable before. As much as you hated him, he wasn’t about to let you suffer in the middle of the parking lot. With another harsh sigh, he knelt down beside you, running his eyes over your injured form quickly. Something that caused you to furrow your eyebrows.

Before you even knew what was happening, Jake had swept you up into his arms. You instantly began wiggling, insisting that you would be fine and that you could take care of yourself. He paid you no mind as he carried you toward his truck. As you continued to struggle, he pulled the door open and set you down on the seat. You were just about to protest once more when he stopped you. “Would you just be quiet for once?” You scowled at his comment. He sighed again. “Please, just let me help you.” He spoke a moment later much softer.

Your mouth snapped shut, deciding that you would be able to survive a few minutes in his presence. You waited quietly as he worked pulling a bag full of bandages of all shapes and sizes from his glove box. You could only stare at the top of his head while he worked, hands folded neatly in your lap. “Thank you.” You murmured just loud enough for him to hear.

Jake was silent, leading you to believe that he was choosing to ignore you. However, he poke up just as he began rubbing the blood from your knuckles carefully. “Y’a know,” He stared, causing you to stare at him in confusion. His clear green eyes were suddenly staring right at you. You remained quiet, waiting for him to continue. “I’m trying really hard to hate you right now.”

Your jaw dropped in surprise. That was definitely not what you were expecting. If you didn’t know any better, you would have guessed that Jake was anxious. The look on his face was one that you had never seen before. “Why?” You choked out. Why would he have to try to hate you? It seemed like he did a pretty good job of it in every other situation you two had ever been in.

He swallowed harshly. “Because it’s all I know how to do.” You almost gasped. You honestly didn’t know how to respond. After all, what were you supposed to say when someone that you thought hated your guts, actually confessed that they never did? Was Jake Seresin really confessing his feelings for you? Has he thought that you hated him this entire time?

You remained silent. Something that Jake assumed could only mean something bad. He waited with bated breath as you carefully formulated your response. You sucked in a sharp breath before you brought your eyes up to meet his. He nearly flinched when your hand settled on his cheek. “Then maybe we can learn together.” You suggested softly. Suddenly, you could see the hope rise in his eyes. With a soft and somewhat hesitant smile, you leaned in towards him. Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips brushed against yours. When you felt him smiling into the kiss, you grinned in return before deepening it, your mind suddenly consumed with the cocky pilot. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

a/n: Thank you for reading! Requests are open.

[sarahsmi13s]

Told Them (pt 3)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x wife!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n seresin, grayson seresin, kennedy seresin, dagger squad, penny benjamin

warnings: third person pov, she/her pronouns used, domestic hangman, mentions of teen pregnancy, adoption, mentions of underage drinking, i believe that’s it

word count: ~3.6k

a/n: 3/3 (3/3) okay so I know i said this was supposed to be 3 parts but had i done this last part all at once it would have been unproportional: 3.4k (part 1), 2.9k (part 2) and then 9.4k (part 3)

soooo i broke part three up into 3 parts

lightly proof-read

part 3 summary: after nearly losing his son, jake decides to tell the team about his family and invites them to his home for a cookout

part 3.3 summary: as the night comes to a close, the daggers learn more about jake and y/n’s relationship

pt 1  pt 2  pt 3.1  pt 3.2

*****

It’d been a few hours since everyone had eaten and Reuben was currently chasing around Kennedy, finally catching her and flipping her upside down. “Got ya!” Kennedy squealed and laughed as she hung there.

“Her shirt is absolutely adorable. Where did you get it?” Penny asked, turning to Y/N with a smile. “It was actually mine my freshman year of high school and I just kept it around even after I grew out of it. My mom found a way to turn it into a kid’s shirt and asked if she could do it with that one for Kennedy. I knew I was never gonna wear it again, so she turned it into a kid’s shirt but left room to grow.”

“What does it say?” Beau asked, squinting a little trying to read it from a distance. “Hang-girl,” Y/N told him with a laugh. “It’s no secret that that girl loves her daddy.”

The group laughed as Jake sat up proudly at the statement his wife made.

Reuben jogged over and dramatically fell onto the deck. “I never thought I would be this tired from chasing a five year old.” Jake chuckled and sipped his beer, “Kennedy will do that to you. She’s chased chickens for a good portion of her life.”

Mav tilted his head, “Don’t you mean chase by chickens.” Jake shook his head, “No.” “Oh yeah, ever since she could walk she’d boss us around at practice and chase us around the track,” Grayson said. 

He tilted his head back, “Ain’t that right sister?” “Uh-huh!”

They watched her plop down in the grass and roll around. 

“Oh, sweet girl don’t-” “I think it’s a little late, Darlin’.” Y/N covered her mouth as she giggled, “Jake, she’s gonna get all itchy.” He laughed and pointed to his right, “We’ve got a hose.” “You’re ridiculous.”

The adults, and Grayson, talked a little more. Mostly family questions now, just getting to know each other a little better.

Y/N was snug under Jake’s arm. He’d place kisses to the part in her hair and she’d look up at him every time he spoke, him doing the same with her.

“So, I told the client that- Kennedy Hazel what do you have in your hand?” Y/N pointedly said to her daughter.

Jake’s eyes flashed to where his daughter was showing something to Grayson and Bradley. Everyone else tensed a little at the use of the child’s middle name.

The little girl’s eyes met her mother’s matching ones and a smile broke out on her face. 

“Come look at what I found Mama!” Y/N pushed off the wicker loveseat and went over to her daughter.

From where Jake and the rest of the squad were seated, they couldn’t see what was in her hands. Both had also reduced their voices to a whisper so they couldn’t hear either.

Then Y/N stood up and just walked over to Jake and sat back down. 

“Everything okay?” Jake asked his arm naturally falling around her again. Y/N nodded, “Yeah, it was just a really cool rock.” She sent a subtle wink to her son and Rooster. Kennedy giggled and climbed into Bradley’s lap.

“What was I saying?” “You were talking about some client that was rude,” Javy reminded. She snapped her fingers, “Yes, thank you.”

She sat up, talking with her hands, “No okay, so this lady really had the nerve to say I was trying to ‘seduce’ her boyfriend because I wore a dress to work. So I told her that she could watch me do his hair, and then we literally talked about how he wanted to propose to her. Shut her up real quick.”

Bob sat up, “Did she not know that you were married?” Y/N laughed, “Oh, she knew. Literally everyone in town knew Jake and I were married. We’d been married for like ten years at that point.” “And she was pregnant with Kennedy at the time. Hence why she wore the dress.” 

Natasha covered her mouth as she laughed, “I can’t begin to understand how women think sometimes. I’m a woman and I don’t even understand my own thoughts.” “I know right, it’s crazy.”

“Y/N, what’s in your pocket?” Mav asked, leaning forward to get a better look. 

His question made everyone look at Y/N’s chest pocket on her overalls. 

Kennedy giggled from her spot on Rooster’s lap as Bradley and Grayson shared a knowing look.

As she opened her mouth to speak, a little head poked out of the pocket.

Jake’s eyebrows pinched together, “Is that a baby raccoon?” Jake whipped his head to look at his daughter, who was all giggles, much like his wife as she pulled it out of the pocket. “Sure is!” Jake laughed and shook his head, “How did I not see that when you sat down?”

Y/N arched a teasing brow, “Jacob, are you admitting you always look at my boobs?” “I didn’t think that was a secret,” he smirked and kissed her jaw. “Gross, stop,” Grayson groaned as he cringed at his parents, making everyone laugh.

Jake looked at his daughter again, “Princess, where’d you find this little guy?” “He was under my slide, he looked scared.” “Were there other babies around?” Mickey asked, glancing over to the slide. She shook her head, “Just that one.” The group nodded.

“Okay,” Jake said as he looked at how his wife was holding the kit. She held it just like you would any other animal. 

“How are you so comfortable holding it?” Bradley asked curiously. Y/N shrugged, “We grew up in Texas. We’d find all sorts of animals. It was kind of a natural occurrence to just pick up a random animal.” 

“Do you remember when Javy found a kitten outside of the field house and carried it around all day?” Javy laughed, “Oh my gosh I forgot about that!” 

Natasha shook her head, “Wait, the teachers just let you carry a cat around all day?” “Sure did! It was so funny, he wouldn’t let go of that thing! The teachers really didn’t care all that much, as long as he didn’t let it go to the bathroom in the building,” Y/N explained.

“Was that the one that became the school's barn cat?” Jake asked Javy. “I think so, yeah.” Grayson laughed, “She had kittens right before we left. I almost convinced Mom to bring one home, I was so close.”

“Oh! Do you remember when I found a baby fox in my barn?” Jake asked, turning to Y/N. “Yes, oh my gosh, it was the cutest little thing! I named him Todd.” Fanboy chuckled, “Like the fox from Fox and the Hound?” “Yes, I loved that movie.”

The group laughed before a comfortable silence fell as they each held the raccoon.

When it got to Grayson, Kennedy spoke up, “What are we gonna do with him Mama?” Y/N sighed and looked at Jake, before looking back at Kennedy, “I’m not sure, baby.” 

The little girl teared up a bit, “We can’t keep him, can we?” Jake shook his head, “No, Princess, I don’t think we can.” She sniffled and buried her head into Bradley’s chest, tears lining her eyes.

Jake quickly moved to squat down next to Bradley’s chair and gently brush her hair out of her face, “Oh my sweet girl, I know you wanna keep him and love on him. But we can’t give him the proper care he needs.” Kennedy just sniffled again and pressed further into Bradley’s chest.

Bradley rubbed up and down her back as Jake’s thumb wiped the visible tears off her face.

“How about we hold onto him for a few days and look up some nice sanctuaries for him, that way he can be with people that know how to take care of him and you can visit him?” Grayson offered as he held the kit close to his chest.

Kennedy looked at her brother, “Anytime I want?” He nodded, “Anytime you want, sister.” 

She looked at Jake and then Y/N, who had come over to comfort her daughter as well. Y/N nodded, a small smile on her face, “I think it’s a great idea. But we need to get a crate to keep him in while he’s here.”

Beau stood up, “I’ve actually got a small one in the back of my truck, you guys can use it. You can have it actually.” 

Jake looked up at him, “Are you sure, sir? If you need it-” “Our puppy grew out of it weeks ago,” he waved Jake's concern off. “I’ve been meaning to find someone to give it to. Comes with a small bed too.” Jake smiled and kissed Kennedy’s forehead before standing, “Thank you.”

They went in and through the house to go get both of those things and get it set up.

“Hey, Ma?” Y/N looked to Grayson, “Yeah baby?” “I think when they get back I’m gonna head to bed,” he glanced at everyone before explaining himself. 

“I know it’s a little early-” “Hey, you’re fine, Grayson. We get it. Sleep helps with recovery.” He nodded, giving the group a thankful smile. 

“Did you take your meds? I know it takes a bit for them to kick in,” Y/N asked gently rubbing his shin. He nodded, “Yeah, I took them when I went to the bathroom earlier.”

Jake and Beau came back outside, “Okay, we’ve got the crate set up.” Y/N stood and gently took the animal from Grayson. 

Kennedy slid from Bradley’s lap to give her brother a kiss on the cheek, “Goodnight Gray.” “G’night sister.” 

Bob and Mickey helped Grayson up and onto his crutches. “Thanks guys.”

Y/N followed Grayson inside while holding the raccoon to her chest. Jake decided now would be a good time for that conversation. He slipped in behind her and shut the door.

Kennedy went to play some more and the dagger squad started conversing.

“Who knew Hangman could be such a great dad?” Natasha said as she watched Kennedy. Javy raised his hand, “I did. But that’s mainly because I’ve known them both since middle school.” “Well, you don’t count.”

“No, but seriously, I’ve never seen him like this before. It’s relieving,” Bradley said, sipping his beer. “He’s so carefree and it’s obvious he’d do absolutely anything for them.” The group nodded and then just watched Kennedy play.

A few minutes later the couple came back out and sat down.

Kennedy changed focus real quick and ran up to Jake, “Daddy, I’m tired.” He chuckled and hoisted her into his lap, where she nuzzled into his chest immediately.

It didn’t take her long to fall asleep. And after she did, they went back to getting to know each other.

They talked about the dating lives of everyone, their family lives. They talked about high school, just about anything they could think of.

They even got into Pete’s catalog of a love life, jokingly asking when he and Penny were gonna get married.

That’s when they asked Jake and Y/N about their wedding. Natasha and Penny wanted to see pictures of Y/N in her dress and Jake all dressed up.

“Actually, we didn’t have a wedding. We just went to the courthouse with our parents and did it there,” Jake told them. Y/N nodded, “As much as we wanted one, we just didn’t have the time. Grayson was 16 months old and Jake was about to go to the academy.”

Penny finally asked the question that the Seresins had prepared for all night, “How old were you when Grayson was born?”

While earlier Y/N would have been nervous and a little self conscious, now she felt comfortable around the squad after getting to know them.

“I actually had him nearly right after graduation. We graduated on the 16th of May and I had him on the 28th,” she said with only a small bit of nervousness in her tone.

The squad was silent for a moment before Phoenix spoke up.

“You went your entire senior year carrying a baby? That’s seriously impressive. Was it stressful?” Y/N nodded, “A little bit. Mainly because it was a small town and people like to gossip but I had a pretty great support system.” She squeezed Jake’s hand and looked over at Javy, giving him a smile.

“Not like you were gonna get it from that deadbeat-“ Javy clamped a hand over his mouth. “I’m so sorry…” Javy hung his head in shame and everyone glanced between him and the couple with wide eyes.

But, much to their surprise, Y/N and Jake just chuckled, “It’s okay Jav.” They looked at the group, sighing a little bit before explaining.

“The summer before junior year, I had to move. I hated it, but I didn’t have a choice,” Y/N started. “We’d been dating for two years at that point. But we didn’t want to risk long distance so we broke up.”

Jake chuckled, “Not like it did much. We didn’t really date during the time we were broken up. We still talked like nothing changed. Since we had been best friends for so long, nothing really had.”

“Yeah, that’s true, but the summer before senior year I went to a party and they spiked the punch. Now I didn’t know it was spiked until it was too late. I had a lapse in judgment and I slept with one of the guy friends I had. A week later I was told we were moving back to Texas. The guy I slept with was upset I was leaving but I was honest with him and told him I didn’t see us going very far anyway,” she said with a shrug.

“But a few weeks after being in Texas I didn’t feel good and my period was late. So I told my mom and we got a few tests from the store, they were all positive.”

“Did you tell him?” Bradley asked, sitting up. Y/N nodded, “Of course. Even though we weren’t going to be together, at least not in my mind, he deserved to know.”

Jake snorted before shaking his head. “He was an asshole about it though.”

“Yeah, he questioned if the baby was his, basically insinuating that I slept with other people before or after him, and said he wanted nothing to do with the baby. But, hey, I tried right? His parents wanted us to get married but my parents and I shut that down real quick.”

Jake spoke up, “We had gotten back together after she found out. When Grayson was born we took the bastard to court, got a confirmed match on a paternity test, and he signed away his parental rights voluntarily and I adopted Grayson like the next day.”

Beau patted Jake on the shoulder, “Sounds like you’ve been his dad from the beginning.” 

Y/N nodded, “He really has. He came with me to every appointment, drove me to and from school, carried my things. We were at each other’s houses all the time, he helped me through it all.”

“Even if we weren’t absolutely head over heels for each other, I wouldn’t have done anything different. This girl has been my best friend since she was born,” he kissed her temple.

“You know,” he chuckled at the memory. “I proposed in the delivery room.”

“Oh my gosh you did not!” Mickey exclaimed, hand covering his mouth. “Did he really?” Bob asked, leaning forward, an amused twinkle in his eye. 

Y/N nodded, “He sure did. I was exhausted and he was holding Grayson, doing skin to skin and he just asked me. I mean, to be able to adopt him without me giving up my parental rights, we needed to be engaged or married.”

******

They changed topics and talked for about another hour before Kennedy got restless. 

“Come on sweet girl, let’s get you to bed. We can get you a bath in the morning.” Jake passed her off to Y/N.

Kennedy had opened her eyes but kept her head on her mom’s shoulder. “Do you want to say goodnight to everybody?” The little girl just waved to everyone and they all waved back, sending a version of ‘goodnight’ her way. 

Y/N took her in after Jake pressed a kiss to Kennedy’s head and told Y/N they’d get everything cleaned up.

*******

After the deck was cleaned, leftovers were put in the fridge or in a container to go home with a pilot. Payback of course had a hearty helping of cobbler to be sent home with him.

Y/N came downstairs not too long after, going right to Jake’s side. 

“She out?” “Like a light. Hit the pillow and she was gone.” He chuckled and kissed her head.

Both turned to the group that was in the kitchen. 

“Thank you guys for coming over,” Y/N said with a smile on her face. “Thank you for having us. It was absolutely amazing,” Pete said, kissing her on the cheek.

The squad nodded in agreement. 

“I wish Jake would have brought you and the kids around sooner. We need to have a girls day with me, you, Ken, Penny, and Amelia,” Natasha said, bringing Y/N in for a hug. “Oh definitely!” 

Jake waved his hand and shook his head, “Oh no, you too can’t be friends.” “Oh I think we’re definitely friends,” Y/N laughed, pulling back to look at Phoenix who nodded. “Oh for sure.” Jake groaned, “Lord help me.”

Coyote clapped Jake on the shoulder, “Now you can bring Grayson around for Saturday football.” “You’re so right.”

*****

Everyone slowly made their way out, Beau leaving first and Mav and Penny not too long after.

“I’ve got a question,” Rooster started as they all had a final drink in the kitchen. 

Jake swallowed the sip of whiskey in his mouth, “I might have an answer.” Y/N rolled her eyes and gently swatted her husband on the ribs. “What’s up, Chicken?” 

Bradley ignored that and asked his question, “Why didn’t you tell us about your family before the mission? Why wait?”

Jake sighed and downed his drink before answering. 

“I’ve never told previous squadrons, just my COs knew. Mainly because I never really created a bond with them. Not like I have with this one. Sure, I flew with them and trusted them in the air, but when it came to taking care of my family if something happened to me I wasn’t sure if they would step up to do it.”

Jake glance around at the group, “I’ve flown with y’all for two months and we went on a suicide mission and we all came back. I have no doubt that if I burn in you would be here for them, and not let them push you away. Especially you, Bradshaw.”

Bradley swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. He brought Jake in for a ‘bro hug’ before hugging Y/N.

******

After everyone finished their drinks they talked on the way to the door then out to the driveway.

“Y’all drive safe okay?” Y/n said with a motherly tone before hugging all of them. “And please, don’t hesitate to stop by at all. I’m sure we’ll be having more get-togethers in the future.” 

The squad nodded, “For sure Mrs. S.” “If y’all ever need us to babysit or anything, don’t hesitate,” Bob said, as he backed out of the driveway. The Seresins nodded as both groups pulled out of the drive and down the road.

******

Jake and Y/N went straight to their room. Y/N stripped and got comfy before going to the bathroom to do her routine and take down her hair, starting with brushing her teeth.

Meanwhile, Jake did the same, stripping down to his boxers and turning the TV on. He went into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around his wife’s torso. “That went well.” 

She nodded, rubbing the makeup remover over her face, “It did. I hope the kids had fun.” Jake scoffed, “Did you see Kenni? She was having a fucking blast. All these new uncles and aunts, that girl will be spoiled.” “Like she isn’t already?” “I do not spoil her.” She rose a brow. “Okay, maybe I spoil her, but that’s not the point.”

She sighed, “I hope Grayson had fun. I know he couldn’t do much, but I still hope he had fun.” “What do you mean? He got to talk about sports and no one brought up the accident or his injuries. When you went to get him some water I made sure to talk to him about it and he said he had a good time,” Jake reassured as he reached down to get cotton rounds from under the sink.

He wiped the remover off her face before getting her cleanser and finishing her routine for her. He topped it off with a warm rag dabbed her face before she splashed it with cold to close her pores.

He watched her gently take out her braids and fluff them to relieve some of the tension as he brushed his teeth. 

Jake reached out to twirl a lock in his hand, “Your hair looks so cute this.” She hummed tiredly, “Thank you Honey.” He could see that she was decompressing and was getting tired, “Come on pretty girl, let’s get you to bed.” 

He picked her up and she clung to him like a koala. He just chuckled and turned off the bathroom light before going to the switch in the bedroom to do the same.

Jake managed to get into bed with her hanging on him, and she shifted to the side when he laid down. 

“You can go right to sleep, Darlin’. I’m just gonna watch some reruns.” She nodded and nuzzled into his neck, placing a small kiss there. “I love you Jake.” “I love you too Y/N.”

************

hiiiii! i’m happy you’re here! thank you for reading!

this is the final part!!! i hope you enjoyed it!

how about that twist with jake not being grayson biological dad? i bet you were expecting that! or maybe you were? idk.

but regardless i sincerly hope you enjoyed it

now, i’m very tempted (and VERY willing) to expand this universe and dive more into this family. maybe get to know grayson and kennedy a little more? or maybe get some angst with grayson’s biological father?

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[janicho88]

I Got You Masterlist

When you have finally reached a breaking point, you call the one person you trust for help. He’s never seen you as more than a friend, but he is the person you know you’re safest with.  It’s been months since he has had so much as a text from you, but Jake Seresin would do anything for the Navy princess he met years ago.  The pilot knows she means more to him than he ever will to her, but he will do anything for her

Series Warnings- Abusive boyfriend, injuries, hospital. Idiots in love. Other warnings will be listed in individual chapters

The first few chapters of this series start out a bit heavy, but I do promise it will move past that . This story is still being written, and maybe a little slower to upload

Taglist is open

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

TBD

[lunamoonbby]

I want to read a fic were reader is a princess and she's in an arranged marriage with crowned prince - future crowned king Jake 'Hangman' Seresin because reader's kingdom needs millitary might and an ally but her kingdom has plenty of resources it's an exchange deal we get and ally and military you get resources. Jake got his name Hangman because he will hang his enemies personally as warning to other kingdoms who would want to try and wage war with his kingdom. For Jake to actually become king he needs to marry someone. They both don't get along that well and people are expecting heirs but she refuses and she'll take all the natural herbal teas to not get pregnant but it's in secret and everyone is getting antsy cause they want an heir, and they get into an argument because Jake found out that she's been preventing her pregnancy, and that makes his people angry at the reader, and one of Jake's people tried to harm reader and Jake was not having that and he hung them to make an example out of them. Jake and princess slowly fall for each other

And enemies to lovers kinda a series but royal AU

Tagging people who I think might be interested in writing this (no pressure) :

@roosterscock

@topguncortez

@lovingrobertfloyd

@whoreforseresin

@sunlightmurdock

Or to anyone who wants to write this but please make sure to tag me

[teamhappyme]

it only feels this raw right now

jake seresin x female!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: hurt/tiny comfort, none unless you count jake seresin just existing

a/n: hi, friends!! it has been, like, a year and a half since i’ve written anything and posted on here but! i’m back! i’ve been writing this for legit 8 months and finally finished this after rewriting and rethinking it so many. fucking times. shoutout to @qvid-pro-qvo for listening to me lie “I’m going to finish this today” for MONTHS and for supporting all my silly little fantasies and thoughts. this was going to be hurt/no comfort but i couldn’t deny the comfort in me, and there is potential for a part 2 if i ever decide to get motivation :) ok here it is enjoy BYE- (yes taylor swift inspired title from labyrinth leave me alone)

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It was a moment you knew you’d look back on and think ‘this is when i lost everything i’ve ever loved.’

But really, you think, i never had the chance to love him.

It was never a dream of yours, to become a naval aviator. You didn’t have a family legacy to continue, natural talents guiding you, or an intangible need to be in the air. It was simply a career move to join the navy, to move into a field where women weren’t represented, and be able to go anywhere you were needed. 

It was never a dream of yours to fly F-18’s into combat, to spend hours fighting nausea, anxiety, and ejections thousands of feet into the air.

It was never a dream of yours to be invited to top gun, to compete against the best and cockiest naval aviators in the business. Fightertown was not supposed to feel like coming home for you and the small group of friends you grew close to during your decade long service to the navy.

But it was certainly never a dream of yours to fall for the guy who you knew would always leave you behind.

“The hell are you doin’ out here?” Jake yelled out to you from the other side of the deck.

Avoiding you, smartass, and your annoying habit of dropping half of the letters that make a word, was the response floating through your brain.

“C’mon, Mav���s gonna buy us another round, and if you don’t step in, we’re going to have to listen to his welcome home speech. Again.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” high tide was rolling in, and the sound of the waves brought a smile to your face. “I’m enjoying the view.”

“It would be better if I stood right,” he moved in front of you, his broad shoulders completely blocking the ocean, smile turned up into the slightest smirk, “here.”

It was a miracle that Jake Seresin has never had his nose broken with the amount of times he’s crowded a woman’s space. And yet, the little shticks he pulled always brought a smile to your face. Something that most of your fellow aviators often rolled their eyes at.

“Funny.” you moved out of his line of sight, focusing back on the crashing tide. “Don’t wait on me, go ahead and claim your free round.”

“Hey, we’re supposed to be celebrating the fact that we all came home from that death trap mission - thanks to yours truly - not longingly staring into the abyss as you contemplate life’s greater meaning.”

“Oh, that’s right,” you smirked,  “it’s still a sore spot, being the losing quarterback in dogfight football. This view must be hard for you to look at.”

“We’re gonna go there, really?”

“You gonna stand there and pretend it doesn’t sting?” You joked as he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever,” his eyes were still on you as your smirk fell, and you looked back at the horizon. You were holding onto the railing for dear life, Jake observed, and your knuckles were beginning to turn white. “Seriously, what are you doing out here?”

“What, a woman seriously can’t enjoy this ocean view?”

“Not if that woman is you.” 

It was the slightest change of tone in his voice that got you to look over at him. Jake seresin in his civilian clothes was a rarity, and you were basking in his casual jeans and white t-shirt combination tonight. Also in rare form, his mouth in a straight line, showing you he wasn’t joking anymore. 

And neither were you.

“I’m not going back to Top Gun.”

His expression didn’t change as he replied back, “None of us are, mission’s over. We’re getting our new assignments after this furlough.”

“No, Seresin,” you began while shaking your head. “I’m not going back to Top Gun to get my assignment, or debrief the mission any further.”

His eyebrows scrunched together, trying to figure out what you were saying without actually saying it.

“I passed my papers this past week. I’m done flying.”

He took two seconds to register the information, then scoffed. 

“You can’t just be done flying in the Navy, this is the military we’re talking about. There’s rules, regulations, a thousand steps and pieces of red tape to comb through. You don’t just retire.”

“I didn’t say I was stepping away from the Navy, not yet anyway. But I’m done being a fighter pilot.”

“Are you,” Jake ran his fingers through his hair, clearly frustrated, and you had no idea why. “Are you even listening to me? You don’t tell the United States Navy you’re done, they tell you when you’re done. I don’t understand how you got your papers through, no one in their right mind is going to let a pilot as good as you just walk away. You’d have to kiss major ass of an admiral, or someone who knows an admiral or-”

He froze then, leaving his sentence unfinished as he turned to look at you. 

“Maverick?” he asked, and you couldn’t do anything besides nod. “You can’t just leave,”

“Why not?” you asked, growing annoyed by the second of his inability to accept this. 

“Because you’re a fighter pilot, a damn good one at that, and you’re just going to throw it away to be a, what, a civilian?”

“Surprised you could say the word without gagging,” you jeered, his eyes narrowing in on you.

“Listen, I’m trying to reason here with you, understand what’s going on-”

“Then ask me a fucking question instead of telling me what I can and can’t do.”

You didn’t look away from him as he came to stand next to you, that fucking smirk still on his face. He waited a few seconds, sizing you up before opening his mouth again.

“Fine. Why are you leaving?”

It was not a simple question, and it was one you have had to answer several times over the last few weeks. To Maverick, you said it was time to move on. You needed a change from the fast paced, no roots life of a naval aviator. To the admiral, you said you’d accomplished everything you wanted in your career as a fighter pilot with the Navy. He saluted you on a job well done on this latest mission. And to the transition counselor, you said the job had begun to scare you. She encouraged you to find another purpose in the Navy as your leave was to be finalized.

But none of those answers were the full truth, not even all put together. 

“Because I don’t want to sit through debriefs, or listen to the list of tactical strategies we can use, or face another deployment in a place I don’t know and people I don’t trust.”

“I don’t want to do that shit any more than you do, but I do it. I suck it up so that I can get in the air and fly. That’s what all this is about, right? Getting in the air and doing what we were born to do.”

“And that doesn’t terrify you?” you questioned. “It doesn’t terrify you that the moment you get up there you could burn into a million pieces? Get shot down in the middle of foreign air space, get stuck in a bird strike, even make a dumb mistake like run out of fuel? Cause everytime I suit up I think: is today the day my family gets a letter from the Navy, thanking me for my service and making the ultimate sacrifice?” your eyes were beginning to water, and you were desperate not to cry in front of him. “So yeah, I went to Mav and asked a big favor to get me out, and I don’t regret it. And I’m not going to let you or anyone else make me feel bad about it.”

Jake refused to look away from you, and it was making you feel the slightest bit intimidated, though you’d never admit that to him.

“Hey, Hangman,” you heard the giggly voice and could already picture the drunk, plastered smile on a petite girl Jake always went after. Looking over at the back door to the hard deck, the brunette in a slinky pink sundress and two drinks in her hand confirmed your guess. “You gonna come back in here and finish these drinks with me?”

He looked at her, muttering a ‘shit’ under his breath, and you took this as an opportunity to wipe at your eyes.

“I’ll be right there.”

You shook your head as she went back inside, and turned away from Jake. 

“Can’t go a day without a girl, can you, Hangman?” you said with a scoff. “You know what, thanks for attempting to understand my decision, but I don’t want to keep you from that lovely woman inside.”

“That’s your problem, you know. You think you’re so much better than us, with your ivy league education and moral standing, you can’t stand being lumped into a mission, let alone a group of plebes with us.”

“You got me, I’m disgusted with you all so much I risk my life for you every time I get in the air.” You shook your head, not wanting to get into an argument over this with Jake. “Just leave me alone, Seresin.”

“Not until you tell me the real reason you’re leaving the navy. Everyone’s scared shitless up there, your fear is nothing special.”

“Because I can’t do this anymore!” you relented. “I can’t go months on deployment, dreaming of the day I’m going to get back to North Island to see you, only to find that exact scenario,” you motioned to the door once again, referring to the next random woman in his life, “playing out every damn time for the last seven years.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand.” He commented, losing all his charm and ego.

“I know you don’t.” You didn’t know where to go with this.

It was never your intention to reveal your feelings for Jake, to Jake. It was something you planned on keeping tucked away for the rest of your life, minus the part where Phoenix was starting to catch on. You didn’t want to feel this way for him, but his stupid grin, and his annoying sense of humor, and the small snippets of sincerity he would reveal to you reeled you in. And you knew it was going to hurt you, continuing to watch him bounce from girl to girl in the bar you guys called home, but you had his friendship. 

Besides, a guy like Hangman would never want to settle down with a woman like you.

You watched as he looked from the ocean view, to you, back and forth as he tried to think of something to say. And damn your fucking brain for focusing on how beautiful his green eyes looked in this light. 

“Why didn’t you tell me? How was I supposed to know-”

“And what would you have done? Let me down slowly as our friends slowly start to pick sides; create awkward moments while training for a mission that almost killed us?” You shook your head, wrapping your arms around your body in an attempt to both warm up and comfort yourself. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. You’re not the reason I’m leaving. I just can’t do all of this anymore, it’s not healthy for me. And I can’t pretend to enjoy it anymore. Let’s just… go back inside and get this night over with.”

You turned to walk back inside, but Jake had to open that big mouth of his.

“Why did you assume I wouldn’t feel the same?”

“What?” Is he saying what you think he’s saying?

“You really think I enjoy coming back to North Island every year to see Rooster? To listen to Fanboy, Phoenix, and Coyote sing into the early morning? If I wanted to spend a weekend with Coyote, I sure as hell don’t need to spend a thousand dollars on a plane ticket to Fightertown.”

It was your turn to throw a confused look at Jake. Was this his way of telling you he cares about you?

“Half the reason I was up Rooster’s ass to make the team was to protect you out there. No doubt in my mind you were going to make the team, and I couldn’t let you go out there without me on your six.”

Your eyes began to water again, realization sinking in.

“Are you serious right now?”

He threw his hands in the air, “why would I choose this moment to fuck with you?”

“I just have a hard time believing you cared about me after watching you go after half of the women in this town.”

“That’s not fair-”

“I’m not trying to offend you, I’m just stating the facts, Seresin. Believe me, I don’t want to be in love with the one man who refuses to be in a relationship, but we don’t really get a choice in it now do we.”

His eyes softened, mouth dropping open the slightest bit. You furrowed your brows at him, and then remembered what you said. 

You love him.

“I told you,” you wiped away a tear that fell and took a breath, “I really can’t do this anymore.”

He moved to take a step towards you, and you took one back at the same time, keeping the distance between you. He breathed out your name, and it took everything in you not to let him close to you.

“I do believe you, on some level and I don’t know if that’s because it’s true, or I just want my feelings reciprocated-”

“It’s true.” He was adamant. Determined. Sincere. 

“But I meant what I said. I can’t be a naval aviator anymore, no matter the circumstances. I need to take the time to figure out what I want to do, who I want to be outside of here.” Your eyes began to water again as you looked at him, then to the image of your friends inside the bar, laughing the night away. “And maybe that will give us time to really see how we feel about each other.”

“It’s not going to change.” He commented, watching as his hands flexed in and out of a fist. “If it hasn’t changed over the course of five years, it’s not going to change over the course of a few months. I don’t care how much distance there is between us or how many women you put in front of me, I’m still gonna be in love with you.”

Hearing him say it, i’m still gonna be in love with you, made you believe that this may have all been worth it. Maybe.

You let him take the two steps closer to you, willing yourself to trust him and his words. He brought his hands up to your face, gently wiping the tears off your cheeks. You quickly brought your hands up to rest on his forearms as his forehead fell to yours.

“I’m still going to need some time,” you felt him nod against you. “But I trust you.”

“Okay,” he mumbled before bringing his lips to your forehead, softly kissing your skin. “I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

Maybe, you think, I’ll get that chance to love him after all.

~~~~

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

Make my heart race

Jake seresin x fem!reader (racing au)

Warnings: angst, betrayal, you're Bradley’s little sister in this oops, fake dating...youll see eventually smut but things get kinda spicy here. Also Jake is a bit of an ass here but he’s going to get better I promise

Summary: you write a pretty nasty Article on the best racer Jake Seresin.

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: this was barely edited but I'm proud I managed to wrote this all on one day-

🏷️: @discoseal @lovelybucky1 @marchingicenotes7 @cyrene-world @hangmandruigandmav @uwiuwi @salty0cracker @xoxabs88xox

January 1995

Very few things made Jake this angry. Losing, sure, yeah, that sucks, but that doesn’t get him stomping around and angrily yelling around. He just slammed the article on the table and seethed.

“While it is a for debate whether Jake Seresin is cheating or not, his character does not seem to help his case,” Jake read to the man across from him.

“Bad press is still good press,” Reuben shrugged, yet Jake seethed still.

“Who the hell does this person think they are” he finally bothered to read the name, “of fucking course!”

“Jake, it’s just an article, I’m sure-“

“It is not just an article! This article was good enough to get me dumped” Jake was throwing a tantrum now. Reuben nodded and immediately understood.

“I’m sure another girl will drool all over you soon” he laid back in his chair as Jake read the article over and over. It wasn’t like it had facts but just pure speculation. He was angry but then had an idea, and he could use this to his advantage. Jake quickly got up and grabbed his jacket.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“Over to Mitchell’s body shop. I got an idea.”

Bradley only worked on another car as you sat pretty pleased with yourself. He knew something was up with how confident you were.

“What did you do?” He asked as he pulled himself from under the car. You had a giant smirk and were just happily tapping your foot.

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about, just something to get me a spot in this magazine. You showed him, and instantly he saw the headline and front cover.

Jake Seresin. This biggest winner or biggest cheater

Bradley shook his head in disapproval, “don’t think you should be lying, sis,” you only groaned before leaning forward.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not. All that matters is grabbing people’s attention,” you explained while your brother's eyes furrowed, “the people want drama,” he took from your hands and instantly found the article you wrote. He skimmed through it and immediately seemed to disapprove even more.

“What you’re saying could be damaging. Also, he’s got a quick temper” Brad was quick to note that. You rolled your eyes before excitedly having a realization. You could get some other details.

“What else do you know?” You asked. Your brother being a part of uncle Mav’s pit crew has never been more crucial or beneficial.

“Well, he’s-“ he stops and puts his hands up, knowing what you’re trying to do, “I’m having no part in your gossip.”

“C’mon roo, it’s gotta be something juicy you’ve heard,” you put your hands together, “pretty, please help your little sis out” Bradley only rolled his eyes before returning to his work. You just huffed, sitting back down and crossing your arms. You and Bradley sit in silence before jumping as the door opens loudly. Mav storms in and walks towards you, quite angrily, magazine in hand.

“What’s this?” He holds the article in front of your face. You only smile nervously as he waits for an answer.

“Umm…journalism,” you shrug, laughing strangely as Mav runs his temples.

“We talked about this,” he sighs as you look down sadly. Bradley emerges from under the car again, “you promised you wouldn’t write stuff like this.”

“Don’t act like you’re not a little proud,” you laugh. Your grin fades as you sense your uncle is, in fact, not proud and upset by this.

“Mav, just-“ Bradley tried to reason with him, yet he stepped closer to you.

“I don’t want you gossiping about the other racers anymore. No matter how bad I talk about them, this stuff can easily get to your head and affect the race” you just nodded, not meeting his gaze.

“I don’t get a choice, though. The magazine I wrote for wants to gossip and drama. No gossip equals no pay,” you say honestly, Bradley signals for you to be quiet, yet you don’t back down, “unless you’re that scared Jake can beat ya in a race, you haven’t exactly had the greatest track record.”

“Excuse me?” Mav says, looking almost disgusted. Bradley whispers for you to quit. You stand up, however, and get closer to his face.

“In your most recent races, you’ve lost way more than when you started,” you say, putting a hand on your hip, “and that’s not even speculation. It’s public information.”

“Sis, that’s enough….” Bradley mumbles while you fold your arms. You’re mad now, outraged. You wish he’d understood how your job worked instead of telling you what to do.

“Sorry, you can’t seem to get through your thick skull that I don’t wanna work for you or be in the pit. I like what I do, and it pays rent” you begin to sneer as Bradley puts a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s what your dad would’ve-“

“I’ve never got a chance to meet my Dad, so how would I have now what he would have wanted!” Many repressed emotions were coming to the surface, and Bradley could sympathize. He really could. He remembers feeling that way, yet he got to have time with Nick while you never did. Bradley pulled you away as your uncle went pale. He looked shocked and hurt. He should be used to those words, yet they still hurt. You shove Bradley off you before walking towards the door. You’re about to cry almost. Why did all that come out?

Your uncle tried to come after you, yet your brother stopped him.

“Give her time, Mav. She needs some space.”

***

You just leaned against the wall outside the shop, and it was quiet at night, maybe too soft. You were crying now, crying so hard it hurt your stomach. You pulled out the pack of cigarettes you had never smoked. It was mainly for the crew if they needed them. Not that you were with them much. It was cold, and you left your jacket inside. You tried to light the cigarette, yet your lighter wouldn’t light.

“Need some help with that?” You froze. You knew instantly who that was; maybe using your actual name was a bad idea. You turned around slowly, and before you stood Jake Seresin, looking quite livid as he fiddled with the toothpick in his mouth.

“I’m fine. I don’t think Maverick will like seeing you here,” you say, trying to have some bite to hide your nerves. It wasn’t the first time Jake had shown up here to talk shit, and he immediately shoved the article you wrote in your face.

“Did you write this?” He asks, shoving further into your face.

“Can't tell, really hard to read when it’s right up in the face” Jake laughs at that and lowers the magazine.

“What are you doing here? My article makes you that mad?” You get a sense of sadistic joy from it a bit as he nods. He looks somewhat cute when he is mad.

“I can’t deny I like the attention,” he begins to smirk as he walks closer to you. His eyes green and having quite the evil plan, “I have a business proposition,” you raise an eyebrow.

“A business proposition?”

“Yes, it’s straightforward,” he leans down, “this kind of stuff can get to a racers head…and a little birdy told me you and your uncle haven’t been on the greatest of terms.

“Told, or did you just happen to have listened to that argument?” You couldn’t deny you weren’t intrigued, but this had to have been about something else.

“Same thing in a way. I need you to write some dirt on your uncle and get to him, and it makes it easier for me to win.”

“And?”

“Don’t make them crash. I do like a challenge-“ you walked closer to him. He’s caught off guard.

“This is about something else,” you smiled as he seemed to know what you were about to say, “I know you were dating a pretty well-known journalist. I heard she was gonna break up with you” there was a lump in his throat.

“What are you getting at?” He crossed his arms and looked down at you.

“Well, I don’t quite like my uncle right now,” you look down at your nails, “and you seem quite mad about Bethany right now, used my article as an excuse, didn’t she?” His eyes went wide for a second.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He gritted his teeth as you laughed.

“She cheated on you, tough guy. She just so happened to hear about my story and found a good excuse” Jake’s fists clenched at that.

“What’s this about?” Sauntered over towards the door, a smile on your face.

“Well, I wanna get back at my uncle, and you wanna get back at your ex” you flipped the sign to closed, “You also said you like the attention, and I can tell you that people would write so many’s tidies about dating a legacy racers niece” he was confused for a moment before evilly grinning. He walked back over and placed a hand on your waist. He looked inside the shop and saw Bradley was about to walk out the door.

“Better put on a show for them” he tilted your chin upwards, making your heart pound. Was he going to…no, no, he’s just being a tease, yet your eyes quickly glanced to see Bradley about to walk the door. Your eyes went wide, yet you didn’t have time to process as Jake’s lips soon met yours. It was shocking at first, and you were sure Bradley’s face was something to look at as he finally got to the door. You wanted this to look real. You wanted to go along with this plan. You closed your eyes, and swiftly your arms wrapped around his neck. He jumped briefly before laughing, and his hands were moving dangerously close to your ass. You knew what he was trying to do and nodded as he swiped his tongue against your bottom lip. You knew now if Jake needed to switch careers, he’d be a pretty good actor. His hands soon groped your ass, making you gasp. His tongue went inside your mouth as he pulled you closer to him. You pressed so close to him. He finally pulled away and let you go smiling down quite proudly at you.

“Never pictured you to be a good Kisser, Mr. Seresin” it was your turn to act as you sounded pretty alluring.

“Well then, I’ll see you around then. Oh, didn’t see you there” he looked over at Bradley, whose eye was twitching and mouth wide open, “cat got your tongue, buddy?” Bradley was furious as he quickly walked over and grabbed you by the wrist, and tugged you inside the shop.

“We’re closed,” Bradley yelled before shutting the door. You were laughing and a bit giddy.

“The hell you think you’re doing!” Bradley grabbed you by the shoulders, “did he drug you? I swear if he-“

“He didn’t drug me, idiot,” you said, slipping out of his grasp.

“You wrote that whole article to…get with him” you wanted to cringe at this narrative, but as cliche, as it was, you had to go with it.

“Maybe I did. At least I know what the hangman tastes like now,” you giggled again as Bradley tugged you into the garage.

“He’s a jerk! Why him?!” Bradley was shaking you now. He wasn’t about to let his little sister make a wrong decision.

“Because it makes uncle mav angry, and I like that,” you say, touching your lips and still tasting Jake on them, “he tastes like spearmint, by the way.”

“I don’t care what he tastes like!” Bradley yelled again as Mav walked back in. You could see the disappointed look in his eyes as Jake leaned against the wall behind him.

“See ya on the track, big guy” Jake patted Mav’s back, smirking and gesturing for you to come to him. Suddenly, this felt too real and seeing your uncle look at you all sad hurt your heart. It did…but there was no going back now. You walked over to Jake, and he winked at you as he quickly snuck in another kiss, “looks like you’re gonna need a place to stay since I’ve been permanently banned from the premises, so how about you come home with me?”

[thewulf]

Who are You? || Jake Seresin

Summary: After breaking up with you lovely cheating fiancée you find a place to stay at your Aunt Penny's house in San Diego. You might just get more than you bargained for when you meet the Jake Seresin.

A/N: First attempt at Top Gun, loved writing for him!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 4,700+

Part 2

Life came at you fast. One moment you were planning your wedding with the supposed ‘love of your life’ Aaron, the next you were on the floor of your shared apartment wondering why he had to go and ruin everything. You and Aaron had met back in college when you were both studying engineering. He swept you off your feet, quite literally. A mishap in a chemistry lab had him picking you up so you wouldn’t get burned. From then on, the two of you had been inseparable.

Aaron was everything you wanted in a man. He was sweet, kind, funny and just an overall good person to be around. At least, that’s what you thought. The two of you moved to Michigan after graduating, both of you securing well-paying engineering jobs. You thought you were happy, you thought you’d start a life in Michigan but apparently Aaron had other plans.

You stated noticing odd behaviors from your fiancée five years into the relationship. His once calm and kind demeanor changed ever so slightly. He snapped at you often, something your Aaron wouldn’t have dreamed of doing even just a year prior. He wasn’t fun to be around anymore, you tried to make jokes that would have made him laugh and crack one back with you, but he just rolled his eyes at you instead.

You weren’t sure when it all started culminating but you were damn near a breaking point. Five years into a relationship and his personality changed so drastically over the last six months. You tried taking advice from both your mom and aunts, but nothing worked.

All the tension came to a head when you were out one night with a friend, Mandy, heading to the local bars. Aaron was supposed to be gone for the week on a work trip. He was indeed not on a work trip. Mandy spotted him and excitedly tried to drag you over to him. Your eyes widened and you yanked your arm away from her. She didn’t know Aaron was supposed to be gone. You quickly ducked your head and walked to a side of the bar you were sure he couldn’t see you from. Mandy was clearly confused but followed you anyway.

“He’s not supposed to be here Mandy.” Y/N said while quietly sipping on the whisky sour you had ordered earlier.

“Where’s he supposed to be then?” She asked with confusion laced on her brow.

Y/N took a slow and drawn-out breath while closing her eyes knowing something wasn’t right. Mandy was looking at you expectantly when you opened your eyes again, “Minnesota, for work.”

She bit her lip trying to come up with any excuse for him in the book. You gave her a sad smile while shifting around a few people trying to get a better line of sight on the liar.

Your heart sunk when a beautiful girl seemed to appear out of thin air wrapping her dainty arms around your fiancée. You bit the inside of your cheek hard, trying to will the tears that were threatening to spill to stay put. You continued to watch half hoping it was just a friend, God willing it’d just be a friend. Your heart shattered when he placed a soft kiss on her lips smiling like the fucking idiot he was. Your teeth clenched down harder drawing a metallic taste from your mouth.

“Oh, Y/N, let’s go.” Mandy softly grabbed at your arm attempting to pull you away from the bar. Your legs felt like lead as she tried to drag you away. You couldn’t hear anything nor process what you saw. You heard your heart beating slow and not so steady. Closing your eyes again you swallowed the blood that pooled in your mouth.

“I should go up to him.” You mumbled ignoring Mandy’s protests.

This time Mandy squeezed your arm trying to get you to snap out of whatever daze you were in, “That’d be an awful idea Y/N. Take some pictures and let’s go home.”

You nodded taking another sip from your sour, nearly hissing when it hit the open wound from your cheek bite. The fucking loser was continuing to hurt you without even realizing it. Mandy snapped a few more pictures making sure to get everything.

That’s how you landed on the floor of your shared apartment silently crying. The gravity of the situation finally hit you, your life you wanted to start was over. Aaron ruined it before it could really begin.

You sent the pictures to your mom and aunts who, of course, were nothing but supportive. They helped to get you out of the situation. Your mom flew in to help you pack your things and your Aunt Penny offered to let you come out to San Diego and live with her for a while. You worked it out with your boss, he agreed to let you work from home rather than lose you completely. You were free to go to San Diego for the next six months.

The actual breakup was heartbreaking yet again. Aaron almost looked relieved when you ended it only confirming your worst nightmare, being used in a relationship. It was a blessing in disguise you kept telling yourself as you made the 35-hour drive to your Aunt Penny’s. It certainly was the biggest blessing in disguise for Y/N.

You pulled up to Penny’s blue home three days after starting your cross-country road trip. You smiled taking in the views around you, smelling the salty ocean air that was unfamiliar to you. The air was warm and refreshing and the ocean front views went on for miles. Penny and Amelia ran outside to greet you, more than excited to have you come stay with them.

“Y/N!” Amelia yelled running up to you throwing herself into your outstretched arms.

“Meals!” You enthusiastically replied, “you’ve grown.” You whispered into her hair as you held her closely.

“You would have known that if you visited.” She stuck her tongue out at you after getting a better look at you.

You ruffled her hair sighing, realizing just how much you missed out because of Aaron. “I know, that’s on me. Don’t let stupid boys make decisions for you.” She nodded her head smiling while backing away, giving room for Penny to sneak in.

“It’s okay,” Penny cooed pulling you into a hug, “we’ve got plenty of time to catch up.”

You nodded your head feeling very good about the decision to stow away at the Benjamin household for a while. “How’ve you been Aunt Pen?” You asked while grabbing a suitcase out of the back. Amelia came around and started unloading the contents with you.

“Been wonderful.” She grinned ear to ear.

“Moms got a boyfriend.” Amelia giggled while wiggling her eyebrows, “A pilot boyfriend.”

“Really?” You asked your aunt, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

She nodded, “I do. He’ll be around tonight.”

“What’s tonight? Anything happening?” Y/N asked nobody in particular.

Amelia ran inside with your items leaving you alone with Penny.

“Nothing major. I’ve got to close the Hard Deck tonight. He usually stops by to say hello. Along with a few other aviators.”

You smirked at your blushing aunt, “A boyfriend huh? Is he cute? What’s his name? Can I come tonight?”

She laughed at your rapid-fire questions, “Of course he’s cute! Very handsome. His name is Pete Mitchell.” Penny smiled thinking about him. “And yes of course you can come on by, it’s always a good time on a Friday night.”

“Oh, so you’re in love love.” Y/N smirked grabbing the last of the items from your car.

Penny shrugged, “A bit.”

“How do I look Amelia?” You asked your cousin as you walked down the stairs.

She grinned setting down the book she was reading, “Beautiful, as always.”

“You’re way too nice to me Meals.” You smiled sitting down next to her on the couch.

She shrugged, looking eerily like her mother, “It’s the truth.”

“We’ll thank you, you’re my favorite cousin.”

“I’m your only cousin!” She laughed punching you in the shoulder lightly.

“Precisely.” You winked getting up from the couch. “So, what am I walking into?” You eyed the fridge containing beer, you knew one would calm your nerves.

She peeked back over her book, “Lots of flyboys. All cute too. Some cool girls come around too.”

You nodded cracking open the beer, getting rather nervous hearing that, “Pretty cute hmm?”

She nodded her head enthusiastically, “I think so. They’re all very kind. Just twice my age. So, it’s more of a looking situation for me.”

“Not twice mine.”

Amelia giggled shaking her head, “Mom always says no flyboys. I assume she’ll say the same for you. Bit of a hypocrite she is.”

This time it was your turn to laugh, “Sounds like she knows something.”

Amelia nodded looking down at the time, “You better go if you want to beat Mav there.”

“Mav?”

“Maverick, it’s Pete’s callsign. They all have one.”

You nodded finishing the rest of the beer, “I have no idea what I’m getting myself into.”

“You’ll have fun! Go! Don’t think of that stupid boy either. Enjoy the night.” She shot up from her spot on the couch and began pushing you towards the front door.

You put your hands up, “Alright, alright! Have a good night, Meals.”

“You to! But not too much.”

You hesitantly walked towards the Hard Deck really regretting your decision to go out tonight. You just weren’t feeling up to it now. All you really wanted to do was grab a pint of ice cream and hang out with Amelia.

Sighing you pushed open the door to the bar taking in your surroundings quickly. Everybody appeared to be normal, no flyboys in sight. Smiling you walked over to the bar spotting Penny’s blonde hair.

“There you are, was beginning to worry you wouldn’t show.” She grinned grabbing you a beer and setting it down in front of you.

“Thanks Pen. Your daughter distracted me when I was leaving.”

She shook her head, “Pete and the crew should be here any moment.”

You nodded taking a big sip of the beer, hoping to feel lightly buzzed before meeting a bunch of new people.

True to Penny’s word a few people in uniform came waltzing through. All of them seemed to ooze confidence which sent you scrunching down in your chair trying to avoid any and all eye contact. It’s not that you didn’t like meeting new people, it’s just that they were all so intimidating. You snapped your head back to Penny with wide eyes.

“What’s the matter?” She laughed pouring what you assumed to be Pete’s beer.

“They’re terrifying.” You whispered leaning in close.

She let out an alarmingly loud laugh that you were sure grabbed the attention of the crew, “Hardly love. They may look it but they’re a bunch of hooligans.”

“I can attest to that.” A male voice spoke from behind sending you nearly jumping out of your seat.

“Jesus.” You took a breath and turned around to look at the very handsome man.

“Pete! This is Y/N. She finally made it in from Michigan.” Penny handed him his beer as he sat down next to you.

“Hello.” You smiled at him taking another good look at him while sipping on your own beer.

“Nice to meet you Y/N. Penny’s told me all about you.”

You turned to your aunt with a raised brow, “She’s always had a big mouth.”

“Hey!” Penny laughed hitting you with the bar rag, “Only good things I promise Y/N.”

“I believe you Aunt Pen.” You smiled brightly at your aunt.

“Alright, let me go serve the kids and I’ll be back.” She winked at the both of you before turning around to a ‘kid’ who was sporting a rather pornstache looking mustache. You noticed him pointing over to you and Penny looking back at you. Rather uncomfortably you turned your entire body to Pete and tried to distract yourself.

“So, Pete, are you good to my Aunt Pen?”

He smiled watching her pour beers and hand them to the kid, “Of course. I lost her once and I’m certainly not planning on doing that again.”

“Good.” You nodded taking another swig from your glass.

“And you? What’s your story kiddo?”

You sighed not really wanting to get into the nitty gritty details with Penny’s boyfriend, “My fiancée cheated on me. I needed to get away and Penny offered her place for a while.”

He nodded slowly taking you in this time, “Sorry kid. People suck sometimes.”

You bobbed your head unsure what to say to the man, “Indeed they do.” You said while sighing, finishing off the beer.

“Not all of them suck,” he smirked finishing his off at the same time, “Looks like somebody else has some eyes for you.” He set his glass down and stood up, motioning for that somebody to come over.

“Don’t leave me.” You pleaded seeing him start to walk away.

He laughed, “From what Penny tells me, you’ll be able to handle him just fine.” He winked and disappeared behind a few people. You sighed yet again scrunching your nose up, not too thrilled with the situation you had landed yourself in.

“Need another?” A new voice spoke from behind. Y/N turned around slowly shyly smiling at the aviator in behind her. 

“Uhh, sure.” You bit your lip turning back towards the bar cursing your inability to even hold a conversation with the handsome stranger.

“You mind?” He pointed to the chair.

You shook your head no racking your brain for anything to say to the man sitting beside you. He was beautiful Y/N thought. A far departure from her once fiancée Aaron, the stranger sported blonde hair and green eyes, stunning green eyes. Y/N took a breath and smiled again at him.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Beautiful name for an even more beautiful woman.” He grinned calling Penny over to refill both drinks.

You couldn’t stop the light blush that crept across your face, earning a chuckle from the handsome stranger sitting next to you.

“Don’t even think about it Hangman.” Penny spoke eyeing her niece and the serial player sitting close together, “Not my niece.” She glared at him taking both glasses.

He chuckled sticking his hand out to you, “Jake Seresin, callsign Hangman.”

You took his hand gingerly in yours shaking it briefly, “Nice to meet you.” You eyed him curiously waiting for an explanation that was never going to come.

“Hangman?” You questioned.

“Long story.” He nodded scooting ever so slightly closer to you.

“Like the kids game?” 

This time he laughed, loudly, drawing the attention of his fellow aviators. “Exactly like the kids game.”

You nodded, “That’s interesting.”

“Just like me sweetheart.”

You could feel another blush creep up, you mentally cursed your face for giving you away so easily. Y/N was flustered. Aaron wasn’t nearly as smooth as this beautiful man was before you. You didn’t know how to deal with this level of boldness, not quite used to the attention he was giving you.

Penny saved your racing thoughts setting the beers down rather hard eyeing Jake in the process. “I’ve got my eye on you Seresin.” She smiled walking away back over to Maverick on the other side of the bar. 

“What’s that about?” You asked sincerely hoping for an honest answer from the man sitting even more closely now, not that you minded.

“Nothing sweetheart.” he finally looked back up into your eyes stopping whatever he was going to say. 

This time it was his turn to sigh, “I might have a small reputation.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you took a long drawn-out sip of your beer waiting for him to go on.

He ran a hand through his hair trying to figure out what to say to the beautiful woman sitting next to him. He wasn’t sure what had come over him, but her eyes stopped his usual spiel. It was like she was bearing her entire soul to him in just the way she was looking at him. He sucked in a breath before continuing.

“A playboy reputation?” He spoke timidly, grinning at her but he knew she could see right through it.

“Ahh, there it is.” Y/N clicked her tongue almost afraid to look back him. You knew you would get sucked back into his eyes, all green and perfect. It’s always the eyes for Y/N.

He gulped knowing his next words would dictate the way the rest of his night would go, “Come over and meet my friends. They’re a great group of people.”

You looked at him expectantly considering the options. He quickly pivoted away from that statement. Bud what else did you have to lose? You knew his end game now and you certainly weren’t going to let him take you home tonight.

“Sure.” You nodded standing from your seat. He grabbed your beer and led you over to the small group of people standing around the pool table. Jake cleared his through garnering the attention of the crew.

“This is Y/N, our dear Penny’s niece.”

“We know.” Pornstache guy smiled walking over to you, “Penny told me.” He winked at Jake before continuing looking down at you, “Bradley Bradshaw ma’am, these assholes call me Rooster.”

You smiled seeing the rest of the group groan telling him to shut up, “Nice to meet you, Bradley.” You opted for using his real name, not quite comfortable enough to use the nicknames just yet.

“These two are both trouble.” The lone female stepped up and pulled you away, “Natasha, or Phoenix.” She smiled snatching your beer away from Jake before handing it back to you. “Those two playing pool are Payback and Bob.”

You waved quickly turning your attention back to Natasha, “It’s a pleasure to meet you all, although slightly overwhelming.”

She laughed patting your back, “You just missed the big group. We just wrapped up a mission a few days ago. Everybody is getting reassigned. I luckily get to stay for a while longer with these smooth brains.” 

“Hey now,” Jake walked back over eyeing you subtly, “You love us Phoenix.”

She scoffed, “Love is a word you can use.” She spoke while rolling her eyes.

“So, Y/N,” Jake spoke in his oddly attractive southern draw, you turned you attention back to the man, “where are you from? What’s your story?”

You noticed the rest of the crew go back to what they were doing leaving you with Jake, Phoenix shaking her head used to Jake’s antics. 

You tapped your glass thinking of what you wanted to tell him, “From Ohio, lived in Michigan, broke up with a guy and now I’m here.” You nodded your head knowing that’s all you wanted to say.

He chuckled this time taking his turn to respond. Noting that Y/N was closed off. “You want to go for a walk darling?”

You eyed him curiously, “Are you going to murder me?”

You earned a snort from him this time, “Now why would I do that to the beautiful woman I’m trying to take out on a date?”

You shrugged, “Just something a murderer would suggest.” You smiled up at him charmingly, “Wait, did you say date?”

“I did beautiful.” Smirking he took a long drink from his glass. You gulped eyeing him, how could one be so attractive taking a drink of beer?

You hummed keeping your eyes on him as he lowered his glass, “Maybe. You’ll have to convince me though.” You shrugged as nonchalantly as you could muster, trying to form some sort of confidence.

“Well let me take you on a walk then darling.” He grinned setting his empty glass down on a table. 

“Alright,” you set your glass down and turned towards Natasha, “if I don’t come back though, he did it.” You pointed towards Jake.

She laughed, “Jake is many things, I don’t think he’s slick enough to get away with murder though.”

Jake rolled his eyes and softly touched your wrist, “May I?”

You snapped your body back around feeling his warm touch on your arm, “Okay.” You spoke while your brain short circuited from the contact. He pulled your arm gently into his side bringing you closely to him. You were sure your heart was about to beat right out of your chest.

The two of you walked slowly down the beach in a comfortable silence listening to the waves crash onto shore.

“From Ohio? And moved to Michigan?” He asked softly not wanting to startle you.

You hummed agreeing with his statement, “Got my degree and found a job in Michigan. It’s a beautiful state, just too cold in the winter.”

He chuckled, “It doesn’t get too cold in Texas.”

“That where you’re from?”

“Yes ma’am.” He spoke while rubbing his thumb along your forearm sending a wave of chills down your body. “Born and raised, Texas is home.”

“Never been.” You admitted.

He gasped, “Well I’ll be. I’ll take you there one day.” He squeezed your arm gently.

“Oh really?”

“If you let me that is.” He spoke sounding rather nervous, a far cry from his previous flirting.

“We’ll see Tic Tac Toe.”

He threw his head back laughing loudly, “Hangman darling.”

“I like Candyland better.” You looked up to him for the first time since you two left the bar smiling as his green eyes reflected the sunset on the horizon. 

“Well, I’ll tell you what darling,” he stopped abruptly which halted you in place, “you can call me whatever kids game you want if you let me take you out?”

Giggling you bit your cheek to suppress the grin forming on your face, “That’s a tempting offer.”

He nodded, “Then take it.” He winked down at you pulling you slightly closer to him.

You did want to take his offer. He was a beautiful man practically begging you to go on one date with him. Why were you so apprehensive? Was it the look Penny gave you before you went off with him? Was it the thought of even attempting to form a new relationship so soon after the last one ended? Was it simply because you were scared? You looked up at him biting your lip softly trying to form a coherent sentence with him looking at you so expectantly.

“What’s got you thinking so hard beautiful?” He asked while raising his eyebrow, curious to the girl’s apprehension. Jake wasn’t used to it. Sure, women have played hard to get but he always knew their end game. With you? He wasn’t so sure. You were shy, quiet and seemed uncertain. Something was stopping you and it was already driving Jake mad. You were simply different, as cliché as that sounds. You clearly wanted to entertain his advances, but he could not figure out the why, yet.

You hummed still trying to figure out what to say to him. Of course, the stupid blush you couldn’t hide crept back up onto your face. Should you just tell him the truth? You didn’t want to offload so much onto this nearly complete stranger, but he seemed so earnest, so eager to learn about you that you had the urge to.

Still stopped on the supposed walk you were supposed to be taking you finally garnered the courage to speak to him, “Jake, I just got out of a long and quite frankly heartbreaking relationship. I don’t know if I’m ready yet. I don’t want to string you along or hurt you.” You finished the last part of your statement quietly, so quietly you weren’t sure if he heard it.

There it was, he knew there had to be something. He also knew you were a total sweetheart just in the admission. You didn’t want to hurt him?

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

This question made you think. Did you want to talk about it? You’ve only talked to your mom about it, Penny a bit but the nitty gritty details were left out. You did want to talk about it, but with Jake? You weren’t sure.

“I don’t want to unload on you like that, I hardly know you.” You admitted sheepishly avoiding his gaze that never seemed to leave your face.

“And how do people get to know other people Y/N?” He asked sincerely, not trying to sound like an asshole but really trying to get to know you.

You let a small chuckle escape your mouth nodding your head to his point, “They talk.”

“Exactly.” He grinned at you once you finally got the courage to look back up to him, “And I asked about that, I want to know. But if you don’t want me to know that’s alright. There’s many things to talk about.”

You shook your head more in disbelief than anything, “Who are you, Jake? My aunt obviously thinks of you a certain way yet you’re speaking to me like somebody completely different.”

He shrugged, “She sees a certain persona that I want everybody to see. I’m not just that person, that’d make me a pretty awful person.”

“Then why do you put that persona out there?” You questioned, genuinely curious.

“That’s a great question Y/N. One that I’m still figuring out.”

You nodded at his honesty deciding to air out your own baggage to him, “My fiancée cheated on me. I’m not sure how many times or when it started but I caught him out one night at the bar making out with somebody else.” You spoke quickly.

He softly squeezed your arm in comfort, “That’s no man, darling. Dodged yourself a bullet.”

“Spent way to long chasing and holding onto that bullet.” You sighed.

The rest of your walk with Jake consisted of you spilling every detail, to an extent, to him. Something felt so right talking with him. He was the first person who just listened and let you speak your mind. He spoke up when you needed him to, but he let you get it al out. You also learned quite about him in return, you weren’t going to let him get away knowing so much of your baggage without knowing some of his.

He talked about the ‘one that got away’ and how he fucked it up. How his insecurities let the best thing that’s ever happened to him walk away. He admitted to you that he didn’t want to do that again, to feel such sadness knowing it was from your own mistakes.

Before the both of you knew it you spent two hours walking up and down the now dark beach as the sun had set hours prior. When you finally got back to the Hard Deck your aunt was closing the place down with Pete sitting there patiently waiting on her. You didn’t see any of the other aviators as you looked around.

“Have fun?” Penny asked eyeing you curiously seeing as who you came back to the bar with.

You nodded walking to her, Jake in tow, “I did.”

“Me too.” Jake chimed in placing his hand at the small of your back. You could not stop the shiver that ripped down your body from the feeling. You could have sworn you heard Jake laugh softly in response.

Penny smiled shaking her head, “That’s good. What’d you two do?”

You noticed Pete listening in but trying to make it seem like he wasn’t, “Just walked and talked.” You admitted without admitting a single thing.

Penny smiled eyeing Jake yet again, “Just, be careful.” She spoke to you.

“I am, don’t worry Aunt Pen.”

“It’s not you that I’m worried about.” She answered truthfully earning a chuckle from the tall blonde pilot.

“I can promise you Penny, there’s no way I could hurt this one right here. If anything, she’ll go breaking my heart.”

You rolled your eyes trying to play it off cool, but the blush had another idea. Penny grinned like a Cheshire cat seeing your reaction to his over-the-top statement. Penny handed the two of you another round of beers, on her, before quickly turning her attention back to cleaning and Pete.

Gaining some confidence as he led you away from earshot you finally said what you wanted to, “So Jake, about that date?

Part 2

[nykie-love-anime]

Marry Me

Inspired by the song Marry Me by Thomas Rhett

Marry Me ~ Jake x Reader - Platonic Bradley x Reader

She wants to get married; she wants it perfect

You just wanted to have the perfect wedding for you and Jake. That is why it is almost taking two years to plan but you could not be more excited to marry the man of your dreams.

She wants her granddaddy preaching the service

Yeah, she wants magnolias out in the country

Not too many people, save her daddy some money

The wedding will be small out it in the countryside with just close family and friends. The perfect Rustic Wedding you have been dreaming about all your life. The barn with be filled with pink and white magnolias because that is Jake’s favourite flower.

As a promise from early childhood between granddaughter and grandfather, your grandfather will be preaching the wedding along with walking you down the aisle.

Ooh, she got it all planned out

Yeah, I can see it all right now

And everybody knows what you want you will get because Hangman is so in love with you, and he just wants you happy. Rooster could see it from the beginning of their second week being back at Top Gun, where Jake fell in love with you and Bradley fell even more.

I'll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back

I'll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask

I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees

The day of the wedding you could not be happier as you were walking down the aisle with your grandfather. Your grandmother in the front row was smiling with tears in her eyes - her thoughts being filled with how happy your parents would have been to see their little girl walking down the aisle to the love of her life. But knows that they are watching down at you with smiles on their faces.

Rooster in the back not wanting you to see him pushing back the tears threatening to spill. His hand in his black suit pocket to get the flask he was storing for this moment. He doesn’t want to show everybody how be feels but as he feels a hand on his shoulder the first tear spill.

Maverick sighed knowing how his best friends son feels, seeing the woman you love marry someone else he experienced all those years back.

Yes, she wanna get married

But she don't wanna marry me

Bradley let out a sad sigh knowing you wanted to get married and have a small wedding with close friends and family. He knows you wanted a soulmate to grow old with, but it would not be him. Even if it killed him to be here, he wanted you happy.

He knows he will never the one who gets to marry you. Never the one spending your nights with anymore all because he was too scared to say something earlier.

I remember the night when I almost kissed her

Yeah, I kinda freaked out, we'd been friends for forever

And I always wondered if she felt the same way

When I got the invite, I knew it was too late

As he thought back to his and your last day of high school at the after party he could kick himself for not kissing you then and there. It freaked him out to have the thought of kissing you because you have been best friends since you were small kids. Growing up together as just friends changed his adolescence thoughts that you have cooties to wanting your cooties all to himself.

As he snapped out of his thoughts he wondered if you have ever felt the same way. And when he got the wedding invitation, he knew he was too late to confess how he has been feeling. It was too late to kiss you with all his might.

And I know, her daddy's been dreading this day

Oh, but he don't know he ain't the only one giving her away

Bradley know your grandfather is very happy for you, but he is dreading the day of giving his only granddaughter away. But what he does not know is that he is not the only one who is giving you away.

I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees

Rooster once again listens to your grandfather hoping nobody sees him silently crying for a love that was never his and never will be his.

But she got on her dress now, welcoming the guests now

At the reception party he saw you. He saw you in your beautiful white dress with small magnolias in your hair smiling at the guests as they congratulate you and Jake and wishing you a long and love filled marriage.

I could try to find her, get it off of my chest now

But I ain't gonna mess it up, so I wish her the best now

Rooster wishes he could go up to you and get it off his chest how he feels about you. How long he have been in love with you. But he knows he cannot mess this friendship up over something he did not have the courage to get off his heart all those years back.

As he congratulate you and Jake it takes everything in him not to break down. You pulled Bradley into a hug and smiled at your best friend, him wishing you and Jake a wonderful marriage. As he walks away, he went straight to the bar.

So, I'm in my black suit, black tie, hiding out in the back

Doing a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask

I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees

Hiding at the bar is all Bradley could do not to cry, his crumbled black suit and tie matching shows how he feels now. Taking a strong shot of whiskey to get rid of the lump in his throat.

Yes, she wanna get married

Yes, she gonna get married

But she ain't gonna marry me

Whoa, but she ain't gonna marry me, no

All Rooster had on his mind as he watched you and Hangman dance was that you wanted to get married to your soulmate and now you are married. You are never going to marry him; you are never going to love him in the ways that you love Jake.

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A/N: I only intended for this to be a one shot/imagine but due to the overwhelming support and interactions with my last post, I will turn this into a mini series. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. In honor of this becoming a multi-part series I have given it a proper name. I hope you continue to enjoy as much as I enjoy to entertain. 💜

Summary - Jealousy creates a divide and conflict between friends and love interests.

Pairing - Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Female!Reader (Single Mother Reader)

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Roses and Thorns - Part II

Y/n slowly opened the front door of Bradley’s house, taking her shoes off at the door. She walked down the hall, a white light flickering across the living room as she approached. Bradley sat on the couch, focusing on the tv.

“Hey B.” Y/n greeted, walking over to the couch. Bradley turned around quickly, his face lighting up as soon as he saw her.

“Y/n, how’d it go?” He asked eagerly.

Y/n hummed a chuckle, plopping down on the couch next to him. Y/n looked over at him and smiled. “Really good actually. I really enjoyed his company.”

Bradley huffed out a chuckle of disbelief. “Now that’s unexpected.”

Y/n punched him in the shoulder gently. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Bradley flinched lightly as the flat part of her fist made connection with his shoulder. The sound was louder than it actually hurt. It was all for dramatic effect. “I’m just saying I know Jake. The women he meets aren’t exactly the ‘dating’ type if you know what I’m saying.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. Bradley had always been over protective of her. She can’t even begin to count the amount of times he probably scared off a boy who liked her. She couldn’t be too upset with him though, He was an excellent judge of character, predicting every breakup she had. He was always there to pick up the pieces when they happened, and she did the same for him. Bradley always hated Rose’s dad from the beginning. He always said he never got the right vibe from the guy. In all, he was good until she brought up the pregnancy. Y/n told Bradley first, and just as he had predicted, rose’s father ran for the hills.

“Are you saying I’m not the dating type?” Y/n commented to provoke an answer.

Bradley violently shook his head back and forth. “No no no, you most definitely are.” He made a face after saying that, as though he was confused or disgusted by what he had just blurted out.

Y/n smirked a little, turning her attention back towards the TV. “Where’s Rose?”

“Passed out in the guest room.” He spoke. Bradley shifted his weight to look at y/n, placing a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

“Please stay here. I can’t stand the thought of you being in a hotel when there’s a perfectly good bed here. For free.” Bradley squeezed y/n’s shoulder and shook her gently to emphasize the last two words even more.

Y/n waved her hand dismissively at her friend and shook her head. “I couldn’t possibly impose.”

“I insist,” Bradley said more eagerly. “Having Rose around is nothing but a good time. Please.”

Y/n looked at him, raising an eyebrow quizzically. When Bradley poked out his bottom lip in a pout, she knew it was over.

“Alright!” She threw her hands up in surrender. “But you’re coming with me to get my bags.”

“Deal.” Bradley jumped up, grabbing y/n by the arm and dragging her through the house, the both of them laughing wildly.

Jake had arraigned for him and Bradley to meet at The Hard Deck to go over todays students notes. It had become somewhat of a tradition for the two, meeting there almost every night. Although, tonight Bradley was late and couldn’t figure out why. As he drank a beer, notebook in hand and observing his handwriting, he heard a chair scoot beside him. His attention was brought up to a blonde. Big curly hair, full plump lips and eyes so light blue they almost looked grey. She batted her eyelashes at him and gave him a gentle smile.

“I’ve not seen you around here before.” She commented, taking a drink from her own drink she electively brought over.

“Odd, because I’m here every night.” He commented, raising his eyebrow and his lips curling into a smirk. Old habits die hard he supposed, he flirted with the woman. This time, he had no underlying intention to take her to bed. But Jake Seresin wouldn’t be Jake Seresin if he turned down flirting.

The woman sucked on her teeth with her tongue, purposely leaning more into the table to accentuate her breasts in the low cut shirt. “Well maybe I just wanted an excuse to come talk to you then. I’m Megan.”

“Jake. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Her entire persona was radiating flirtatious tendencies. She had come over here on a mission, sober or not. And soon, Jake would find out why.

“I couldn’t help but notice the uniform, are you in the military?” She twirled her hair around her finger. Jake watched the yellow hair that was already curled stiffly move in between her fingers.

Jake took a drink of his beer and nodded at the woman's comment. "I am. Navy, I fly aircrafts."

"But the navy is the water, right? Ships and stuff? Because their mascot is a seal?" There comes a point in a date - or even just a conversation with a new person - where everything is going good up until they say that one thing. The one thing that twists your gut the wrong way or instantly causes you to become uninterested. Maybe its insensitive towards a minority or belittles an experience that you went through, but its the point of no return. Unfortunately, that had just happened to Jake. Whatever intentions this woman had with him were now unobtainable.

"That's not all that the Navy does." He said in a flat and monotoned voice, now very uninterested in where this conversation was leading. The Hard Deck was quiet tonight. A slow Tuesday evening with the few regulars chatting with Penny at the bar. Even the music wasn't at the level it usually was at. This was the reason that Jake was able to notice the bell on the door ringing, in walking Y/n, Bradley, and Maverick. Rose was on top of Bradley's shoulders, ducking her head way down as instructed when they walked through the door.

Jake felt his gut turn. He couldn't quite tell if it was jealousy or disappointment that he was feeling upon seeing Rose looking so happy while she sat high atop Bradley's shoulders. Bradley took his hands behind his head and lifted Rose up to remove her from the high perch. Penny happily rushed around the bar to greet the little girl who was now running on the ground towards the older woman. Jake wished that it was him walking into the establishment with the girl on his shoulders. He had never felt this way before, about anything.

"So what other things does the navy do?" Megan asked, breaking Jake from his trance.

"Huh?" He questioned, not fully hearing what he had said and now turning his attention towards her for a moment.

Just as she was about to speak again, her attention turned to the distance. Jake followed it, seeing Bradley and Y/n approaching the table. In between them, Rose had a hold of both their hands with either of hers. Bradley sat down next to Megan at the round table, leaving Y/n a spot across from Jake. She sat down, giving him a heartwarming smile. "Hi." She said plainly.

"Hi." He replied back sheepishly.

"Oh my god. She is so stinking cute." Megan raved from beside Jake, leaning down to look at Rose who had climbed in Bradley's lap. "What's your name, sweetie?" Megan asked.

Rose looked up at the woman. Jake could see the weariness in her big blue eyes as she scanned the woman's face. Rose didn't answer, instead she wrapped her little arms around Bradley's and hid her face. Bradley took his free hand and rubbed Rose on the back. "Hey you're okay kiddo."

Megan straightened her back out and looked up at Bradley. "Aw, what a good Dad."

From across the table Y/n let out a noise that sounded like a choke more than a scoff. She laughed and shook her head back and forth. Jake had never felt more jealousy in his entire life than he did in that moment. He didn't think it was possible to be jealous of Bradley Bradshaw, but in this moment, he was jealous monster. He wanted to be the one getting that kind of attention. If it were him, he would have said yes, whether he was the father or not.

"Definitely not the Dad." Bradley corrected her.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Y/n asked Megan in a challenging tone, her gaze flipping back and forth between the woman and Jake.

"I'm Megan." She chirped happily.

"And are you a friend of Jakes?" Bradley asked.

Jake finally gathered up the courage to speak his mind. "No." He said in a rather flat and rude tone. "She was just leaving." Jake gave her a sideways glance, waiting on her to take the hint. After a moment of staring, Megan rolled her eyes, dramatically getting up from the seat and briskly walking away. Once she was gone, Bradley placed Rose in the empty seat between them.

“Nice side piece, Jake.” Bradley teased his friend. Jakes gut turned sour. He looked over at y/n who wasn’t paying attention to the conversation as she looked over the drink menu. On a normal day, he wouldn’t mind Bradley’s banter. In fact it wouldn’t be far from the truth. But with y/n sitting right next to him he felt the need to lash out and defend himself. He didn’t have an interest in that woman and wanted desperately for y/n to know that.

“Not a side piece.” He grumbled at Bradley.

“French fries!” Rose piped up from her seat. Jake looked over at her and smiled. She looked up at him and batted her long, black eyelashes.

“We’re eating at Uncle Mavericks house baby, no French fries.” Y/n informed her daughter. Rose pouted her lip at her mother and looked up at jake. His heart melted, he looked desperately between the two other adults that were at the table. They didn’t seem to pay attention to Roses pouting lip. Jake hadn’t spent a lot of time around kids, not ones as cute as her anyway. Bradley and y/n had developed an immunity. Jake was completely and utterly vulnerable.

“I’m gonna go get one more beer before we get started.” Jake announced, standing up from his chair and walking over to the bar. He leaned over the counter, waiting to catch penny’s attention.

“What can I get for you Jake?” She asked, a kind and charming smile on her face.

“A Budweiser and a basket of fries please, Penny Dear.”

Penny smirked a little as she reached for a glass. She popped the keg and poured it for him. “The fries for Rose?” Penny asked. Jake felt his heart skip a beat and his face get red with embarrassment.

“As far as we’re concerned, they’re for me.” He gave her a playful wink.

Penny hummed a chuckle and set his beer down on the counter for him.

“You know, Bradley told us about your date with Y/n. We’re having dinner tonight, you should come.”

Jakes heart lifted at the opportunity to spend more time with y/n. “Really? I wouldn’t want to impose.”

Penny shook her head. “I insist. We will eat around 8.”

Jake smiled at Penny gratefully. He took his beer and his basket of French fries and returned to the table, plopping down next to Rose. This caught the others’ attention, which was drawn to the fries. Y/n smirked a little, looking between jake and the food on the table.

“Those wouldn’t be for Rose, would they?” She asked.

Jake smirked a little, popping a French fry into his mouth. “Nope. They’re all for me. Every single one.” Jake took a French fry from the basket and brought it under the table. His hand glided towards Rose. She looked at the fry then up at the man. Jake brought a finger to his lips in a shushing motion. Rose erupted into quiet giggles as she took the fry from his hand and shoved it into her mouth.

Jake looked back at y/n, who had a fond smile on her face. She shook her head at Jake, still with a wide smile. Jake smiled back at her, feeling a flutter in his heart.

Jake was nervous beyond belief pulling up to Maverick and Penny's shared home. He wondered if Penny had told the others that he was coming. He really hoped that was the case, it would be awkward otherwise.

He approached the door and slowly raised his hand to knock, thinking for a brief moment if he should turn around and leave. Nobody would miss him if he didn't show up. He listened to the voices that could be heard inside. The voices were muffled, it was hard to distinguish who was who, except for one. Rose let out a scream that turned into loud laughter.

That alone was enough to make Jake bring his hand back up and knock on the door. There were some voices and shuffling from inside the house before the door handle twisted and then swung open. Jake was met with the smiling face of penny, her hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He assumed she was still cooking considering he arrived a little early.

"I'm so glad you could make it." She said breathily, almost in relief. "You think I'd miss it?" Jake retorted.

"Jake!" Rose's voice exclaimed excitedly and he saw the tiny human running over to him. He knelt down and held his arms open to her. Rose tried to do the same thing her mom did that day on the beach, ducking her shoulder to tackle him. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Jake caught her in the air, flipping her around so she now hung upside-down in his arms up in the air. She let out a string of high pitched giggles which warmed Jakes heart.

"What's up, Kiddo?"

In-between laughs she managed to say, "Come play with us." Jake looked over to where Y/n and Bradley sat on the living room floor, the coffee table pushed aside and disregarded so there was more room. Jake walked over, dramatically swaying Rose from side to side before throwing her down on the couch.

Jake sat down on the floor next to Y/n and met her gaze. They shared a smile and Jake kept his gaze with her until she broke it. Y/n leaned in to whisper in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "She's been asking to see you since earlier today when you secretly bought her those fries."

"Really?" Jake exclaimed, almost too eagerly. The thought of the little girl wanting to see him again triggered something inside of him that could only be described as paternal.

"Oh yeah, it's been driving Bradley up the wall." Jake glanced over at Bradley with a smirk on his face. Bradley responded by rolling his eyes and picking up a stuffed animal off the floor.

Rose jumped down from the couch and walked over to the stuffed animal that Bradley had in his hands and took it from him. She walked over to Jake and handed him the toy that was previously in Bradley's. "You can be the Zebra."

"Rosie I thought I was the zebra." Bradley protested.

Rose looked over her shoulder at him and said "Not anymore." With as much emotion as a rock. Y/n's hands flew to her mouth as she snorted out a laugh. She looked like she was trying very hard not to laugh.

"Dinner's Ready!" Penny called. Which was probably good for Bradley, he looked like he was about to explode from jealousy. He got up quickly and went into the kitchen, leaving Jake and Y/n on the floor. They looked over at each other only for a brief moment before bursting into laughter.

Dinner was pleasant, the food was amazing, conversations flowed easily. Despite how many times Jake tried, Bradley would hardly look his direction. And when he, did it was in a scowl. Jake thought this behavior was odd. Bradley was normally such a passive and easygoing guy, so this sudden change of character was noticeable. At least it was to Jake.

Now, the 5 adults sat on the couch and in armchairs all talking, having a few drinks. Rose was playing with her various stuffed animals on the floor. It was 10 o'clock now, way past her bedtime assumably. A large yawn escaped her lips and she stood up, wobbling over to the couch. Rose grabbed onto her mothers pant leg and tugged a little. Y/n, still amidst conversation, picked Rose up and plopped her down in the space between her and Jake. He watched as the little girl swayed side to side, fighting off sleep before finally succumbing to it. Her little body flopped over into Jake's shoulder, out like a light. Jake smiled, moving her head from his shoulder and slowly lowering her down into his leg. He looked down at her sleeping body, little limbs spread out wildly. His heart warmed, that warmth spreading all over his body. Love, this feeling was love. But it wasn't the kind of love he was familiar with. It was new, warmer, lighter, it was as though a hidden cave was uncovered in his chest.

"Someone's wiped." Y/n speaking caught Jakes attention. He met her eyes, soft, motherly eyes and a gentle smile. She was even more beautiful now with her hair tossed up lazily and her mascara slowly wearing off of her face. If they were alone, he would have kissed her then and there. "I can take her." Y/n began to put her hands around the small girls torso.

"No need, I don't mind. I promise." Jake reassured her. Y/n gave him a smile that warmed him almost as much as Rose falling asleep on him. He didn't partake in much conversation after that, he mostly paid attention to the sleeping child. He brushed his fingers lightly over her soft h/c hair.

Unfortunately, all good thing must come to an end. It was time for them to depart. Jake offered to carry Rose out to the car. He walked out the door with Y/n in front of him and Bradley trailing behind. Jake took on the challenge of putting Rose in the car seat. It took a couple tries of Y/n laughing quietly at him. Once she was fastened in the car door was shut quietly.

"Thank you for your help with her. She's really taken a liking to you."

Jake smirked, leaning with one arm against the car and leaning into Y/n's face slightly. "That's good, because I've taken a liking to her."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, looking at him expectedly. "And?" She asked.

"And her mother just so happens to be a very beautiful, sexy woman who I also happen to like." He put on the charm, the largest smirk plastered on his face.

Y/n rolled her eyes with a large grin plastered on her face. She rolled up onto her toes and placed a kiss on his cheek before returning to her flat feet. "Goodnight Jake."

"Goodnight Y/n."

Jake walked around to his car, about to open the driver side door when he was stopped by Bradley. There was something off, his energy seemed hostile and angry. That feeling was proven when he spoke. "Where do you get off playing Dad, huh?"

"Excuse me?" Jake was flabbergasted by the outburst.

"You've never once mentioned anything about wanting a family, and your actions with women sure as hell have never exemplified that."

Jake squared off his shoulders and narrowed his eyebrows at Bradley. "Oh so you can parade around getting asked if you're the father but I can't enjoy spending time around a happy little kid?"

"Oh please we both know you're not interested in Rose, you just want to sleep with Y/n."

It took every ounce of strength inside of Jake not to lay Bradley out on the pavement. He didn't want Y/n to see that side of him. No matter how desperately he wanted to show it. Instead Jake smiled, clapping a hand roughly on Bradley's shoulder which caused the other male to jump slightly.

"Have a good night, Brad."

With that, Jake got into his truck, slamming the door shut and whipping furiously out of the drive.

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Broken Boundaries

Requested: yes

Summary: Things get taken to far in the bedroom.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut, bondage, overstimulation, foul language, oral sex (f!recieving), fingering, use of safe word, daddy kink, aftercare. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Note: like I said, smut isn’t my strong suit. Feel free to send in any feedback but please be kind. 🤍

Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader

Heavy pants filled the entry room as the door slammed behind you. Jake had you pressed against the wall, lips on your neck as he nipped and sucked at your supple skin. Soft moans tumbled from your lips as you tossed your head back. Once Jake was finished sucking the purple mark into your neck he laved over it with his tongue. You moaned at the slight sink, hissing when he bit down on a spot behind your ear. Your fiancé smirked at the sound, peppering kisses up your jaw and to your lips.

When he kissed you, it was all tongue and teeth. Tonight, you and Jake had decided to go out to a club with the rest of the Daggers. About halfway through the night, a pair of men came up to you and Phoenix. They had started dancing with you, making any thought of Jake leave your mind. Now he needed to remind you who you belonged to.

Jake’s warm breath fanned across your face as he pulled back from the kiss. You stared up at him with wide eyes, desire growing deep in the pit of your stomach. The thought caused you to let out a needy whine. Your fiance smirked at your distraught state. “You look so good,” He whispered in your ear huskily. The sound sent tingles down your spine. “I can’t wait to ruin you.” The way he said it made it clear that it wasn’t a threat, it was a promise.

The two of you stumbled through your shared home as you made your way to the bedroom. Picture frames were knocked askew in your hurried movements.

Once you made it to the bedroom, Jake kicked the door closed behind him. Next thing you knew you were pinned up against it, crying out your fiance's name as he hastily undid your jeans. When he struggled to get them down your legs, you smirked slightly. “Having trouble there, Jakey?” You teased through heavy breaths.

Growling into the skin of your neck, the pilot snapped the stretchy fabric of your thong against your hip, causing you to hiss at the quick sting. His lips met yours in a fierce kiss. “You better watch your fuckin’ mouth,” His southern accent shone heavily through his words. The next thing you knew his teeth were sinking into your soft flesh, moans tumbling freely from your mouth. His lips travelled up the skin of your neck until they were slotted with yours. You whimpered at the feeling of your fiancé nipping your bottom lip. “Get on the bed, beautiful.” Even in a moment like this he couldn’t help but let the sweet name slip through his swollen lips.

Your foreheads were pressed together as he moved you back toward the bed. When the mattress made contact with the back of your thighs, Jake nudged you back so that you collapsed onto the plush surface. You grinned up at him as he began to slowly unbutton his dress shirt. Your eyes fixated on his chest, tongue darting out to run across your bottom lip at the sight.

Once his shirt was fully undone, he tossed it to the side before moving his hands to his belt. It seemed as if time was standing still as he pulled down the dark fabric of his jeans. You were left staring at his tight black boxers. There was a small wet patch staining the dark fabric, right where the tip of his cock was. Jake smirked at your distracted stare. “See something you like, darlin?” Your wide, doe-like eyes snapped up to his. A large blush rose on your cheeks at his confident stare.

Jake’s eyes darkened when you didn’t respond. He watched as you fiddled with a thread on your lacy blue panties. Your breath caught in your throat when he leaned over you, placing one hand next to your head for support. A shiver ran through you at the feeling of your fiancé dragging his nose over the exposed skin of your neck. “I asked you a fucking question.” His warm breath fanned against the shell of your ear.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the low sound of his voice. “Yes, Daddy.” You whispered meekly. With a smirk, Jake moved off the bed, satisfied with your answer. For now, anyway.

Through hooded eyes you watched him move around the room in search of something. You stared at the way his back muscles rippled each time he moved, making your mouth water in seconds. When he returned, he had two ties in his hands and a dangerous smirk on his face.

With one calculated motion of his wrist, you quickly sat up and peeled your T-shirt off your sticky body. Next, you unhooked your bra and tossed it across the room. Once you were comfortable on top of the soft sheets once more, Jake grabbed one of your wrists and secured it to the bedpost with a tie, doing the same to the other seconds later.

Then he was kissing his way down your body, leaving a wet trail as he went. Your chest heaved with the labored breaths you were sucking in. Jake continued down until his face was level with your soaked panties. There was a definite dark blue spot staining the light lace. Your hips bucked on their own accord. With a look of warning sent in your direction, your fiancé brought an arm up to pin your hips to the bed.

Seconds seemed to drag on for an eternity as you waited for him to drag the fabric down your legs. When he continued to kiss around the area that you needed him most, a pleading whine tumbled from your mouth. “Please.” You begged, fists closing tightly around the ties as your eyes screwed shut.

“Please what, baby?” It was a soft murmur against the supple skin of your thigh as he spread your legs open. Jake began to suck marks into the delicate flesh, smirking when he heard your needy whine.

“Please, Daddy!”

Your plea sent a shiver down the spine of your fiance. Jake hooked his arms around your hips, pulling you close until your drenched core was flush with his face. A breathy sigh escaped you as you relaxed back onto the sheets. Seconds later you finally felt what you had been waiting for. Jake’s tongue poked out of his mouth, gently nudging your clit through the soft fabric of your panties.

He continued his ministrations through the cloth, pulling moan after moan from your parted lips. Soon, the dark spot on your panties was from more than just your own arousal. “Daddy!” It was a harsh cry but at the same time the sweetest sound that Jake had ever heard.

When Jake drew back, there was a thin string of saliva connecting your panties to his tongue. You whined as the pleasure dissipated. With a disapproving tsk, he lapped your puffy cunt gently, causing you to his sharply. A needy whine followed shortly after. “What’s the matter, Princess?” He teased with a coo. Leaning down, he licked a broad stripe over your freshly-bare core seconds later. “You wanna cum?”

The only response you had to offer was a pathetic babble as you nodded rapidly. He smirked as he lowered his head once more.

“Then you better fuckin’ beg for it.”

The next few minutes felt like a blur as Jake pulled your first orgasm of the night from you. Your knuckles turned white from the force that you were gripping the ties with. The smooth slide of his tongue through your fold pulled a sharp cry from you. His tongue slowly laved over your hole as his nose nudged against your clit. He began to move the muscle in and out of your dripping hole.

You moaned at the slurping sound of Jake licking your cum from you. Heavy pants escaped you as your hips bucked off the soft sheets. When Jake pulled back to give your thigh a warning nip, you whined at the loss of his tongue. His tongue soothed over the blooming bruise a few seconds later.

Wrapping his lips around your swollen clit, you heaved a pleasured sigh at the feeling. Waves of pleasure rolled through you as your fiance stimulated the sensitive bundle of nerves. A loud sob bubbled from your chest as you felt the familiar coil tighten in your stomach. In the back of your mind, you briefly registered that this one felt slightly different than the last. However, that thought came second to the immense pleasure you were feeling.

“Please, Daddy?” You whimpered. Jake began to draw back, the pleasure you were feeling slowing to a halt. With a needy whine, your back arched off the bed. “Please, please can I cum?” There was a faux pout on your fiancé’s face as he brought his thumb up to slowly stroke over your clit. “I wanna cum so bad! Please?”

The look on his face was soon replaced with a devious smirk. He ducked back down until his tongue was circling your clit. Two of his fingers slipped into your slick hole.

You felt the pressure begin to build once more. Cry after cry fell from your parted lips as Jake brought you to the edge for the second time that night. Jake ate you out like a starved man, tongue slipping in and out of you at a pace that you didn’t know was possible.

A thick tension filled the room as your hips raised off the bed and your jaw fell slack in a silent scream. Your fiancé worked you through your high, gently circling his thumb around your sensitive clit. You were panting slightly as you relaxed back onto the sheets, a blissed-out look on your face.

Your eyes slipped shut for a few seconds, long enough to not notice the way that Jake had stripped off his boxers and was now hovering over you. When you opened your eyes again, you were met with the sight of your fiancé's bare chest.

A moan slipped from your mouth at the feeling of him running the head of his cock over your puffy folds. He gently nudged the tip against your clit, pulling a groan from him at the rush of wetness that flooded out of you. Moving his cock up and down you slit a few more times, Jake slotted the head against your drenched opening.

Seconds later, you felt the pressure build as he thrusted forward gently. You gasped loudly at the feeling of his cock sliding into you. Inch by inch, Jake seated himself inside of you, hardly giving you a second to adjust.

Your eyes squeezed shut in pain. The sudden stretch of his cock was too much.

He almost missed it; the way that your breath hitched in pain as he sunk into you. The way that a choked-off gasp escaped your lips as the air was punched from your lungs. Jake’s eyes softened for a second as he froze, hearing a word fall from your lips that shook him to his core.

“Texas.” It was a weak whisper as it passed through your lips. Jake immediately pulled out of you, any sexual tension dissolving in seconds as he moved to untie your hands. Your body fell limp against the mattress as you sucked in a series of sharp breaths. Before you even realized it, tears were running down your cheeks.

You hadn’t even realized that Jake had left the room when he returned with a washcloth in his hand. He frowned at the whine you let out as he began cleaning the sticky mess from between your legs. The cloth was tossed aside once he was finished.

Your fiancé pulled you to his chest, hand carefully running up and down your back as he allowed you to cry into his chest. Jake cooed quietly, gently tilting your chin up so that your eyes locked onto his. “Are you okay, darlin’?” He questioned lowly.

You managed to force out a quiet mumble, nodding slowly when Jake didn’t seem satisfied with your answer. He offered you a small, hesitant smile. Even in your distraught state, you could see the worry swimming in his eyes. “I’m okay, honey. I promise,” You relaxed into his chest, allowing the steady sound of his heartbeat to soothe your racing mind. “It was just too much.”

Jake nodded in understanding. His lips pressed a chaste kiss to the crown of your head before setting his chin on top of it.

You would talk to him about what happened in more detail later, but right now, you simply needed to be held by the man you loved.

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‘Tell Them’ Universe

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This is the masterlist for the ‘Tell Them’ Universe! Here you can find everything about the Seresins! 

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x wife!reader

The Orginal Story

Tell Them 

after nearly losing someone very important to him, jake decides it’s final time to reveal his secret to the dagger squad

Telling Them

after nearly losing grayson, things are really put in perspective for jake and he realizes that the daggers are family too.

Told Them -- pt.1  pt. 2  pt. 3

after nearly losing his son, jake decides to tell the team about his family and invites them to his home for a cookout

Extras

Meet the Kids

get to know Grayson and Kennedy Seresin

Please, Be in the Chair, Dad

the first time Grayson stands up for his mom

Ask Me

asks related to the ‘Tell Them’ Universe

Santa Photos

More Kids??

Grayson’s Thoughts on Another Sibling

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Forbidden Skies.

Topgun Maverick fanfic.

Chapter one

Pairings: Jake “hangman” Seresin x y/n Female!Pilot “Stinger” callsign.

Summary: hangman and y/n really hated each other but , secretly wants to fuck each-other. Two hardass, cocky pilots. What will happen when they go on a mission? Will it make feelings come to the surface or will history continue to repeat itself.

Chapter Two

🚫 18+ MINORS DNI 🚫

“Hi y/n how is your training going?” Your mom asks as she smiles while your dad gets into the frame of the computer screen. “Hi sweetie how is flying going” he asks.

“It’s going good my squad is actually a family. We have a mission coming up in a few months so we are always training. How are you two? Did you get my Mother’s Day gift? I sent it a few days before.” I love getting to see my family. They are all the way back in Texas, where I am from. I’m here in California for duty for Top Gun. I am a Lieutenant in the U.S Navy. Practically one of the best pilots in the buiz. I have one confirmed kill under my wings.

“Yes sweetie the necklace and flowers you sent came actually on the day of Mother’s Day. You made my day special even if you are one thousand miles away.” I hate not being there for most of the holidays but, they support me fully in the navy. They love my career.

“That’s good mom. I am glad I got to send you something.” I smile at them. Being away from them and being the only daughter it sucks but , got to do what you got to do.

“Now tell me about your squad you said they are actually like family.” Dad asks. He finally is starting to get gray haired.

“Well there is rooster, Bob, fanboy, coyote, ohama, halo , Fritz, Yale, Harvard, payback, Phoenix and bagman. Those aren’t their real names it’s their callsigns it’s easier to talk to them using callsigns. They are all part of this new mission we are doing. Our captain , Maverick we are training for this “off the wall” mission.” I explain as I use quotations in the hair with my hands.

“Bagman? What kind of callsign is that all the others sound tough.” I chuckle as my mom asks me confused.

“Well his callsign is actually hangman but we all joke and call him bagman cause he is a serious dickhead.”

“Oh so he ruffles your feathers.” My mom looks at me as she sips her wine. Man when that women gets a taste of red wine she never thinks before saying whatever is on her mind. You roll your eyes.

“Definitely not mother.” I say as her and dad exchanged a look between the two. How could hangman ever “ruffle” your feathers as she puts it. Makes you rather gag as you are thinking about it. You have been single for a while now trying to focus on your career in the Navy. While your parents want you to be popping out grandkids. Something they say is “they won’t be getting any younger if you wait to long they won’t have any grandparents alive.” I mean you would love to settle down and have children with your future husband but after fuck face did what he did when you was going to basic training to go into the navy you swore you would just focus on your training and forget about him.

“Sweetie how long has it been? 4 years.” Your mom finally spoke up making you focus back on her and not on your spiraling brain.

**FLASH BACK**

“Congratulations New navy graduates. May you look at this day as a new life. Make everything count. Your adventure has just begun and I belive your future is bright. May God bless the U.S Navy.” Admiral Simpson spoke as we all graduated and became Navy sailors. I made my way to my family and everyone is there except the one I wanted to be there the most. “My fiancé” Jackson. We have been together for such a while now probably three and Half years. He proposed to me the weekend before I shipped out for Basic. He knew how much this meant to me. I looked at my mom and dad disappointed.

“Where is Jackson. He said he would be here.” I asked looking around obviously not seeing him.

“He said he had to work today and he couldn’t get off.” I nod as my mom hands me my phone and I turn it on to a bunch of texts and calls congratulating me on graduating mom tagged me a post. She is always posting. She loves social media more than me. But the one thing that still bothered me as Jackson has yet to text me or even call. I press his contact and it goes straight to voicemail. Maybe his phone is off. I end up going to dinner with my parents and going back to the hotel where they have a room and I look at me in my service dress white uniform. I can’t believe I’m in the military I have worked my ass off for this.

“He still hasn’t called?” My dad looked at me.

“No it’s not like him, in Texas he should be off work by now.”

RING RING RING

I look at my caller ID and it’s my best friend Rachel. “Omg look how hot you are!!! Congratulations y/n”. She screams at me. I chuckle. She is always been literally in my back corner and never lets me down.

“Hi girl and right back at you. Thank you” I say.

“Y/n I am flying out right now , I’m in the airport I had a layover. But before I get on the plane I had to call you because..” she seems nervous.

“Because what Rach tell me what is going on? Are you okay.”

“I’m fine girl it’s Jackson..”

“ what. What’s wrong I tried calling it went to voicemail is everything okay?” I sit on the end of the hotel bed.

“Yes everything is okay well no it’s not y/n I don’t know how to say this.” She looks around nervously

“Rach I swear to god if you don’t spit out I’ll beat you when you land.” I say to her. My mind is going to the worst thing possible.

“He was at the airport with another girl. They where headed to Jamaica. Looked like they had a kid with them.”

My heart instantly stopped. What? Jamaica. Another girl?? A kid? Couldn’t be Jackson.

“Rachel, it couldn’t be him are you sure.” I questioned as I look up at my parents my mom has a sad face expression holding her heart.

PING

I look at the picture in disgust and disbelief. It was him and the girl. How could he do this and lie to my parents after everything. I look at my ring and I rip it off throwing it at the wall.

“I am so sorry y/n I’ll be there as soon as I can. Let’s get drunk with your mom and give the rest of the day for you. This couldn’t sit well with me and I just had to tell you before boarding. Girl you know I truly am sorry but he had a big forehead anyways and now you are such a bad ass and can get anything you want.” She smiles at me.

“Rachel I just can’t believe he could do something like this. I was gonna marry him.”

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“Maybe you need someone to ruffle your feathers.” Your dad commented getting you back to reality.

“Dad mom I’m on a mission and besides I am so focused on training to figure who would be ruffling my feathers at night. “

Phoenix: 🍺 🍺 🎯 ??

“Well mom and dad I love y’all my friend is asking me to go out with them tonight so I’ll talk to y’all soon. Bye”

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You finally make your way to the hard deck and already see everyone inside at the pool table. You don’t see Jake yet so that’s a good sign he might just not be here.

“We’ll look who we have here. Stinger finally came out for once” hangman says behind you. You groan as you turn around to see those green eyes you loathe so much. You can practically smell the arrogance on him.

“Bite me bagman I do come out just not when your here.” You smirk and walk to the door but he stops you from opening it and he holds the door for you.

“After you darlin, and don’t tempt me with a good time I will definitely bite you.” He says

I walk in and make my way to the bar and penny pops open two Budweisers putting them on the bar top.

“I got the first round sting.” Jake says as he pays for them.

“I didn’t ask you to.” I put the beer up to my lips drinking the cold beer.

“STINGER! Your here. There is just too much testosterone in this damn bar tonight.” Natasha says pulling you tit he pool table where Bob and rooster are playing.

You look around and you find the back of a blonde hair man, Jake, walking toward the jukebox finding a song to play. Man the back muscles on that man— I shake my head and turn back to the group of people talking about how rooster just kicked bobs ass in pool.

I can’t be thinking of Jake that way. He is to arrogant and just exactly like me. I couldn’t possibly be thinking of him like that.

“That’s 3 games in a row Bob how are you so bad at pool.” Rooster laughs bringing his bottle of beer to his mouth. Rooster is like a brother I never had. Having no siblings makes you look at your squadron as your real blood brothers and sisters and you would do anything for. Now for Jake he is like a annoying cousin fair down the family tree that you just can’t flick away. Something about him just makes your skin crawl.

“Maybe y/n and I should play.” Hangman says making his way back to his seat.

“Oh so you can get your ass beat on the ground as you do in the sky.” I say to him smirking as I drink my beer earning a laugh from the rest of the group.

“Now sweetheart we all know who gets beat in the sky and it’s not me.” He brings his bottom lip inbetween his teeth biting on it siping his beer.

“Names not sweetheart bagman you should know that by now.”

“Can you both stop arguing like a old married couple.” Rooster finally speaks up.

These next few weeks are gonna be the worst cause of him. He just always knows how to get under my skin.

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Blind Date

pairing: Jake (Hangman) Seresin x Female!Reader (Callsign: Sunny)

summary: The squad arranges dates for each other so they dont have to spend Valentine's day alone, but unspoken feelings make its way to the surface when Hangman's date for the reader is a no-show

A/N: a little Valentine's story for you guys :))) hope you like it!

Valentine’s day. The most romantic day of the year… not.

You truly believed it honestly could be a very romantic day, with the right person ofcourse. But every year your expectations of the specific holiday would be crushed which left you with absolutely zero expectations this year. You didnt have a boyfriend, you didnt even have a situationship or someone to call when the need was getting high. What you did have, was a literal pain in the ass aviator as your wingman who once again pissed you off so bad, you had to take a walk around the base just so you wouldnt literally rip that smug smile of his face in one go.

“Sunny wait!” you didnt even turn around when you heard Rooster call your name, your feet hitting the ground hard as you kept a fast pace “Sunny slow down, please” you felt his his hand grab your shoulder and he softly stopped you from walking any further. Turning around with your eyes closed, you faced Rooster. “Deep breaths Sunny… deep breaths” softly rubbing your shoulders with his hands, your eyes remained closed for a second allowing yourself to fully calm down before opening them again. Rooster frowned down at you, eyes concerned “You good?” you took another deep breath in through your nose, exhaling through your mouth and placed both hands on your hips, nodding “I’m good. He just makes me so angry all the time, its like I transform into a different person every time we fly together.” You watched over Rooster’s shoulder, watching Jake as he laughed at something Coyote said “He’s the most awful person I’ve ever met…I never thought I would say this but I think I hate him” you said and Rooster raised his eyebrows at your statement “You? Y/N? Sunny the literal sunshine hating a person? Now I’ve literally heard everything” he laughed and you rolled your eyes with a small smile on your lips as you hit your dear friends chest lightly “Come on little chicken, I need a drink” putting his arm around you, he placed you in a light chokehold as he ruffled your hair a little “Thats my Sunny”

You thanked Phoenix as she handed you another beer, listening to Payback telling the squad how he planned on surprising his wife for valentine’s day. Your eyes scanned the room for a second before your eyes locked with Jake’s for a moment. You truly wondered if that smug little smile ever disappeared from his face. He winked at you, making you roll your eyes and focussing back on Payback “We’re so pathetic” Rooster suddenly said, eyes turning his way “half of us are gonna be alone, yet again, this year on valentines day” Phoenix scoffed “Speak for yourself, I may be single but I got a hot date waiting for me” low whistles followed and you nodded at her approvingly “What about you, Sunny?” Fanboy smiled and you waved him of “I dont do Valentines day and I really dont mind being alone” out of the corner of your eye, you could see Jake staring at you. Just as you were about to comment on it, the devil himself spoke “I have an idea” you tried so hard but couldnt surpress the quiet groan that left your mouth “And before you guys protest, hear me out. Rooster, Coyote, Bob, Fanboy, Sunny and myself are the ones alone on Valentine’s day right?” He looked around the room, catching a few heads nodding “What if we set each other up with dates for the night? We’ll each draw a name and that person has to bring a date for the name they got” you were about to protest, but surprise overtook you as the rest of the squad looked like they were actually contemplating it “Guys really?” You spoke up and Rooster looked at you and shrugged “I mean why not? Its not like we have anything better to do? Come on Sunny” he looked at you with pleading eyes “I actually think this would be good Sun” Phoenix said carefully and you looked around the room, the aviators surrounding you looking at you with hopeful eyes before you sighed and threw your hands up in defeat “Okay sure, yes I’m in” Jake jumped up and walked towards the bar “Penny my dear, can I please borrow some pen and paper”

10 minutes later, Phoenix mixed the names in Fanboy’s baseball cap one last time before smiling and moving over to Rooster who picked first, he smiled at his name and his eyes darted over to Coyote. You chuckled a little at the fact he was totally not being subtle about it as Phoenix walked over to you. You grabbed a few pieces of paper a couple of times before picking one. You shielded it a little from the rest of the group before opening the little piece of paper ‘Rooster’ you tried hard to keep your smile contained, already knowing the perfect match for him which actually made you kind of excited. Jake was the last one to pick the paper, he opened it and you swear you saw a little bit of disappointment flash across his face before it was replaced with a confident smile. He looked up from his piece of paper and suddenly your heart sank a little as your face fell “Oh god… you picked me”

Adjusting your skirt one last time, you looked at yourself in the mirror and hummed in satisfaction. “Looking good, if I say so myself” you mumbled quietly under your breath, doing a teeth check one last time. Grabbing your phone you noticed 2 texts from your friend Nicole aka Rooster’s date for tonight. One of the texts was just a bunch of emoji’s to describe how nervous she was, the other one saying she was on her way to pick you up. Making your way downstairs you grabbed all the essentials, dropped them in your purse and checked the mirror one last time before making your way outside. Just as you shut the door behind you, Nicole pulled up in the driveway and flashed her headlights at you. Hurriedly, you made your way over to her car and jumped in the passenger seat. With a big smile on your face you hugged her and she squeeled, pulling back “I’m so nervous” she said, making you laugh “Its gonna be fine, you know him” “Yeah, I know he’s one very hot man” she said “Babe, since meeting you for the first time he’s asked about you quite a lot so I think he’s gonna be very happy when he sees you walking in” she bit her lip nervously “You think so?” You grabbed her hand and squeezed it “I know so… come on lets go. I wanna be there early so I can make up an excuse and leave once I see who Hangman brought for me”

Arriving at the hard deck you jumped out of the car and linked arms with Nicole, walking to the enterance. While catching up about work and life in general you both entered the bar, chatting whilst you walked over to Fanboy who seemingly was the only person already there with a very beautiful girl next to him. Catching his eye, he waved you guys over. Giving him a small hug you turned to Nicole, introduced her to Fanboy as Roosters date and focused on the girl next to him “This is Mia, Bob’s date” your eyes went wide as you looked at Fanboy and back at Mia “Mickey? She’s so beautiful? Bob will literally freeze when he sees her” you laughed and looked at Mia who had a small blush on her cheeks “Thank you” out of the corner of your eye you could see the door to the bar open, Coyote’s laugh filling the air as he laughed at something the girl he walked in with said. Looking over at Fanboy you could literally see his breath being taken away by her as he took a little step back. “Mickey Garcia, may I do the honors of introducing you to the very lovely Jackie” as Fanboy made literally no attempt to move, Mia gave him a little nudge which made him come out of his frozen state. Quickly clearing his throat he walked over to her and shook her hand, formally introducing himself.

As you talked for another 5 minutes with Nicole, Mia and Coyote you spotted Rooster walk in with all his confident glory. He scanned the room for a second, his eyes trying to find the familiar group of friends. He quickly saw you and you excitedly waved at him, pointing in Nicole’s direction where she was currently chatting with Fanboy and Jackie. Roosters eyes went wide as he wordlessly pointed at her and then back to himself in a questioning matter, eyebrows raised. You nodded with a big smile and let out a small laugh when he did started cheering behind her back. The sound of your laugh seemed to get Nicole’s attention as she turned to what or who you were looking at. Ever so smoothly, Rooster composed himself just as Nicole’s eyes fell on him. With a cocky smile on his face he made its way over to you two, eyes locked on Nicole the whole time. “Rooster, I-“ you were rudely interupted when you were met with a hand in your face as Rooster shoved it away lightly “We can talk later… Hey Nicole“ shaking your head with a smile on your face, you decided to make your way over to the bar to get yourself a drink whilst you had to wait.

As you sat on one of the chairs at the bar, a girl walked in and hurriedly made her way over to Rooster. They quickly said hello to each other and you heard her mumble something about her being sorry for being a little late, before Rooster introduced her to Coyote and making his way back to Nicole. “Mind if I wait with you?” A voice spoke from behind you, making you turn around “Ofcourse Mia!” She smiled politely and sat next to you, placing her purse on top of the bar “Is he nice?” She asked, making you look up from your glass of red wine “Bob?” She nodded and you smiled softly “He is the most precious man on planet earth… something I just want but him in my pocket and take him with me everywhere I go” she barked out a laugh “And it helps he’s not awful to look at” you winked at her and just as she was about to say anything, the door to the bar opened again making you turn your head a little to see who just walked in. Hangman strutted into the place like he literally owned the bar, signature cocky smile on his face and head held high. “Man seriously? If you guys are ever tired of that aviator thing you do… I’m pretty sure you could all become models” you chuckled and Mia muttered a ‘hot damn’ under her breath as unfortunately, Hangman made its way over to you two first. His eyes scanning you up and down, he stopped right in front of you “Hangman” you stated, voice blank and a tight smile on your lips “My god Sunny, you look good” tilting your head slightly to the side, you leaned back a little against the bar “I am good Hangman, I’m very good” with his hands on both sides of his stupid little waist, his smile grew wider at your statement “Thats my girl” scrunching up your nose in disgust you turned to Mia with a little sigh “Jake this is Mia, Bob’s date for tonight” after what felt like a lifetime, he finally took his eyes off of you and looked at the girl who sat next to you, who gave him a little head nod “Damn, Bob is one lucky man…speaking of the man where is he? It looks like he’s the one bringing my date” you suddenly remembered he walked in alone, too distracted by your hatred for the man standing in front of you that you forgot he was supposed to bring you a date “Where’s mine?” You shot back “On its way, had a little car trouble on the way here but he’ll make it” suddenly Jake was called away by Coyote, walking away he shot you one last wink over his shoulder and you rolled your eyes “He’s so into you” you whipped your head over to Mia who had a sly smile on her face and you swear, you almost choked on your own spit hearing her say those words “What?!” “Y/N please, the way that man looks at you? He’s down bad” laughing softly you shook your head at her words “He’s the reason for my stress induced hair loss I’ll tell you that. And I’m the reason his skin glows the way it does, because I’m pretty sure he feeds from taking people’s souls in exchange for his good looks” as she let out a small gasp she narrowed her eyes at you, pointing a finger directly at you “You’re into him too” she stated and just as you were about to protest, Bob walked over to you two “Uhm, Mia?” He asked shyly, causing Mia to look at him. You suddenly saw her eyes light up as she looked at him “Bob?” She asked and he nodded, holding out his hand for her to shake. Looking over to the group you noticed Hangman talking to literally the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen and out of nowhere, a pang of pain hit you straight in the chest. Literally grabbing onto your chest and rubbing it lightly, trying to play it off you felt a delicate hand being placed on your shoulder. You looked up at her as she just knowingly winked at you before walking off with Bob to join the rest of the crew, leaving you by yourself at the bar… yet again, alone on Valentine’s day.

2 hours later and your date was nowhere to be seen. At this point you made the assumption Hangman probably did this on purpose, pretending to set you up with a guy. Which proves once again that Valentine’s day will always let you down. Luckily Rooster and Nicole were already acting like a married couple and took you under their wing for the night, which made you feel horrible. Thats why you were currently attempting to leave the bar, but Rooster was refusing to let you go “It’s fine, I’ll walk home its really not that far! Besides, I could use some fresh air” Nicole was currently shooting daggers with her eyes at Hangman as he made its way over to you with probably yet again another excuse as to why your date was late “I dont want to hear it Hangman, I really dont” your voice sounded tired, not even in the mood to put up a fight against him as you grabbed your purse from the chair it sat on. Turning to him one last time, you gave him your best smile “Happy Valentine’s day Jake, thank you for the lovely evening… dick” the last part was muttered under your breath as you made your way to the exit but just as you where about to open the door, someone beat you to it. You looked up to see Hangman opening the door for you “I’ll walk you home” he said, voice soft and you scoffed “No, thanks” “I’m not gonna argue with you on this one Y/N. I’m gonna walk you home” you looked at him and realized he really wasnt taking no for an answer before you nodded, eyes darting to the floor. His hand found the small of your back as he guided you outside.

After walking for a good couple of minutes in complete silence, Hangman was the first person to break the tension hanging in the air “His name is Alex” looking up at him, brows furrowed as he continued “the guy I was trying to set you up with tonight” you chuckled as you crossed your arms whilst shaking your head “I was beginning to think you just made someone up” looking up at him you noticed him looking at you intensely “What?” you snapped, a little to harsh for your own liking but you truly couldnt help it at this point “You know, Rooster talks a lot. I mean he talks a lot in general, but he also talks a lot about you. How great you are, how your ability to stay positive and smile after everything you’ve been through is otherworldly” you stopped walking and turned to him, allowing yourself to look at him. “On paper you look great too… top graduate of your class in both military training and top gun training, 2 confirmed air kills, a PhD in aerospace engineering. When I first read your file I was curious about you, but when I heard Rooster talk about you I literally couldnt wait to meet you” you watched him intensely as he rattled on “But then I met you and… what I’m trying to say- or rather ask is, what did I do wrong for you to hate me that much” truly taken back by his words, you were left speechless for a moment not knowing what to say or how to answer that question. As your brain went in to panic mode, you asked yourself that question for the first time ever… why did you hate him?

When Rooster first told you about the infamous Hangman, and you always seeing the good in people, told him you had to meet Hangman first and then decide if all the stories about him were true or if it was just jealousy coursing through the veins of his fellow aviators. But when that day came and you met him, your body reacted to him in a way it had never reacted before to someone. And your brain automatically assumed it was hatred you felt for the very first time in your life. Everything he did annoyed you, everything he said put you on edge and everytime he just so much as looked at you, you felt as if your body was on fire. But now it felt as if you brain was finally starting to realise it processes your feelings towards Hangman wrong. It wasnt hate you felt for the first time. It was love.

Struggling to find the words you just stared at him “Sunny?” him calling your name snapped you out of your trance and you hummed in response “I’m literally begging over here for you to tell me what I did wrong so I can fix my mistake” his eyes seemed desperate as he took a step towards you, which made you automatically take a step back. Hurt flashed over his eyes for a second before he rubbed his face is frustration “I-just forget it, lets just walk you home” he started walking again, but you stayed standing where u were. Literally frozen to the ground. It took a couple of seconds but finally some words came out of your mouth “I dont hate you” Hangman stopped walking, his back still facing you but no longer moving “I dont think I ever hated you, now that I think about it” and when he finally turned around, you found the courage to slowly walk over to him “Then why do you act like it?” you darted your eyes to the ground for a second, before looking up and meeting his “Just walk me home please?” he nodded and you both started walking again, only this time the distance between the two of you wasn’t that big “You’re so lucky Bob pulled your name. If Coyote had yours and you left the date he arranged for you so you could walk a sad girl home you wouldnt hear the end of it” Jake chuckled and bumped your shoulder with his, just for a moment “That was Bob’s cousin” you gasped, looking at him with wide eyes “You left Bob’s cousin behind?! First of all she was so hot, those Floyd genes are really something else. Second of all, I would never set up my cousin with you” a small laugh escaped his lips and he smiled at you “You know what she said to me? First thing she said was ‘I’m not interested, I’m just doing Bobby a favor so act like you’re interested in me for a hot minute before I can make a break for it and go to my real date’” you stared at him in shock and couldnt help but laugh “I’m sorry, but that’s actually karma” he knew well enough you were referencing you your own date and he groaned “I swear, Alex was coming tonight… his car broke down on the way here. I even gave him your phone number so he could call you later on but guess he’s still dealing with his car problems” you patted his shoulder and while dropping your hand, you slowly but surely looped your arm in his. Jake decided not to comment on it and just let it happen, scared that with one wrong movement you would shield yourself away from him again.

After walking for another 15 minutes, you finally arrived at your place. Grabbing the key out of your purse, Jake walked all the way to your front door with you. Laughing as he was telling you about something that happened with Payback the other day on base, you opened your front door and turned to him unsure if your next move was going to be the right move “Thanks for walking me all the way home, you really didn’t have to do that” Jake’s hand snaked its way around your neck and lightly ran his hand over the back of it “No problem” you let your hand rest on his arm as he gently rubbed circles to the back of your neck “I meant it when I said it I never hated you… I just think my brain and body reacted in two different ways and I didnt know how to cope with all these things I was feeling at the same time. I’m truly sorry if I hurt you by making you think that I hated you” as you scanned Jake’s face, you finally noticed how kind his eyes actually were. Looking into them, you could truly see Jake. Not Hangman, the cocky aviator who made you cry out of - which what you thought- was anger. But Jake Seresin, the man who not even half an hour ago was almost begging on his knees for you to tell him what he did wrong and how he could fix it. “Do you want to start over?” he suggested and you shook your head “No, I dont want to start over… I like where we are right now” his eyes flickered to your lips for a second, automatically wetting his own in the progress “If I kiss you, will that change anything about us?” he looked into your eyes, anxiously awaiting your response before you reached out your hand and placed it on his cheek “It will change, but only for the better” that was all he needed, pulling your head gently closer and leaning in before softly placing his lips onto yours. You know how in the movies they describe the feeling of fireworks exploding the first time you kissed somebody. You always dreamed of having that experience, but somehow this was even better. Jake’s lips onto yours felt like the world suddenly made sense, like it all fell into place and a weight was lifted of your shoulders. A weight you didnt even know you were wearing. As you finally seperated you balanced on your heels for a second “Do you maybe want to come in for a second? I have a bottle of red open that needs to be finished by tonight” and before you knew it he took your hand and led you inside of your own house. “Sit down, I’ll grab everything” he demanded and laughed, mock saluting him as you made your way over to the couch. Sitting down, you suddenly felt your phone vibrate and took it out of your purse, throwing the purse to the side. You half expected it to be Rooster or Nicole checking up on you, but were a little surprised to see an unknown number calling you. Reluctantly you swiped the green button, whilst bringing it to your ear “Hello?” “Oh hi, is this Y/N?” A male voice sounded from the other side “Uhm, who’s asking” “Its Alex, Jake’s friend” you looked over at Jake, who was pouring the wine into two glasses with the uttermost concentration on his face. He looked up at you shooting you a wink which made your heart skip a beat for a second, a love struck smile plastered on your face “No, I’m sorry… I think you have the wrong number” before Alex could answer, you pressed end call and focused back on Jake, who was walking towards you with the two glasses of wine in his hands “Everything okay?” you hummed in response, a little smile on your face as you looked at him and replied softly “Everything is just perfect”