#jake hanfman seresin x reader

[kryptonitejelly]

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜ with flyboy!jake please 🥹

from this list. with flyboy!jake. argh, there are 10000000 scenarios i can cook up for this but here is one that has been in my head for a while. in the flyboy era itself, pre them getting together (we don’t have enough of these moments!)

also readable on its own!

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Your eyes are glued on the television screen, watching as the main character traipses through the house. You can’t tear your gaze away, but the pillow which you are clutching to the front of your chest, eyes peeking out from behind of is telltale of just how terrified you are. It is irrationality at its finest, you know it is coming, the theatrical jump scare, but when it happens it will frighten you all the same.

You huddle further into Jake’s side, as much more as you are able given how snugly tucked into his side you already are, and you feel his arm tighten itself around you. With your gaze so focused on the television screen, you miss the way he glances down at you with a smile that is equal parts fond and amused.

He glances back to the screen in time for the jump scare, the face of the fictional demon filling the screen in a sudden swoop. Jake barely twitches, because having your life hang between the balance of life and death every mission you fly alters your perception of fear. He heard a yelp from you, as you clutch the pillow closer to your chest, all while turning to bury your face into the crook between his chest and arm. The action causes his arm to fall more fully around you, engulfing you in a hold against him. Jake relishes in the feel of your body against his because nothing else feels so right.

He glances back at the screen before chuckling and squeezing you towards him.

“Sweetheart,” he says, laughter tinging his voice. He doesn’t say anything further, but receives a response from you, your voice muffled.

“It’s scary,” your voice is a petulant sulk, and it only makes Jake chuckle in response, the sound a rumble flowing through his chest.

“I’ll fight your demons for you,” Jake says it jokingly, but also means it, and you finally lift your head to look at him. You being engulfed in his embrace, pressed up against his body means that the proximity between your face, looking up to him, and his, looking down at you, is almost negligible. You can’t remember the last time you had been in such close proximity to Jake - sure, you had always been (physically) closer than normal friends; but in the years after college and rolling into adulthood, the intensity of that closeness was something that existed along a scale - physical closeness turned up when you both weren’t properly seeing anyone, and tampered down when you both were.

The movie goes forgotten and you almost forget to breathe as you stare into sharp green orbs that stare right back at you, holding your gaze steady, almost piercing into your soul.

“Sweetheart,” Jake starts again, arm still firm around you. You can feel his breath, minty and cool, fan across your face, “your heart is beating so fast right now,” he can feel it, hammering in your chest, the quick staccato something he can feel even from his hand being wrapped around your back.

His statement causes your eyes to widen but Jake doesn’t slacken his hold on you. His gaze remains locked on yours, his breathing steady. In another time, one where you were still dating Dan, you might have pulled away. Your eyes flicker to Jake’s lips just briefly, but you choose instead to let your head drop back, forehead landing on his chest and the bottom half of your face smushed against the pillow you are still clutching between you and Jake. Jake doesn’t miss the glance you cast towards his lips and it makes something in his sternum twitch.

“It’s the movie,” you groan into the pillow, your words only telling a half truth as green eyes and red lips swirl around in your mind. It earns a hearty laugh from Jake that rings out, a stark contrast against the scream from the television. You feel lips graze the crown of your head as fingers skim along your back in a soothing motion. The action sends a tingle down your spine that digs deep into the core of you, and you find yourself having to fight any outward expression of emotion.

“Want me to rewind?” Jake asks to a nod from you which he identifies through the movement of your head which remains firmly planted on his chest and the pillow. One would think from the way you had hidden yourself that you wouldn’t want to continue the movie - but of course Jake knew better.

“Alright,” your body follows his as he manages to stretch forward to reach for the remote before rewinding the movie to the exact part from which you had left off, “gotta look up princess.” Jake says as he gives you a squeeze, his arm still firmly secured around your body.

“Watching,” you hiss as your head darts up, eyes fixed on the television screen, one side of your face still smushed against Jake’s chest. You miss the most fleeting of looks he gives you, eyes darting quickly down towards your face.

Jake finds himself thinking that he never wants to let you go.