#jake hangman seresein fanfic

[kryptonitejelly]

Hi! Would you have any headcanons for Jake realising he is truly loved for the first time? 👉👈 🥺

This one got away from me….

It would be something small that makes him realise - something so normal that people might take for granted, but it hits Jake like a tidal wave.

So imagine something like this - it’s the morning after he’s gotten back from a deployment. He had arrived at the door step of your apartment without so much as a warning. He was worn, huge duffel in hand.

You had been shocked to say the least - the evening had been short - fast paced but short; quick, desperate sex, a shower and then straight to bed for Jake.

You had woken up earlier than him the next morning - he hadn’t so much as stirred as you grabbed a set of clothes as quietly as you could and crept out of your room. He was exhausted - you could see it from his face, even asleep.

Jake had awoken not too much later, with a start, to find an empty bed. It made him frown. He could sleep more - but not without you.

He shoved off the covers, running a hand through his hair before stretching himself out. He could hear you humming faintly as he moved towards the door of your bedroom.

You don’t hear him walk into the kitchen, and it gives him a few moments to stare at you, take you in, think to himself how fucking much he has missed you, as he leans on the doorframe watching you put away a loaf of bread.

“You’re awake,” you gasp as you whirl around to find yourself staring at Jake, clad only in a pair of sweatpants from the waist down.

“I got you coffee and breakfast,” you point towards the counter, “figured you must be hungry.” He didn’t eat last night.

Jake’s lips curl up even more from the smile he had while watching you and he pushes himself off the doorframe. He manages to enter the kitchen, grabbing you around the waist with one arm, pulling you both towards the spot on the counter where his breakfast is situated. You let him pull you over, enjoying the feel of his warm body beside yours; you let yourself sink into him.

He pops open the lid of the coffee cup - coffee, black; and then proceeds to unwrap the paper bundle beside it - a bagel.

“Everything bagel with eggs, half sausage half bacon” you say against his skin, lips reaching for his jaw to press a gentle kiss onto growing stubble.

The half sausage half bacon - that is what throws Jake off. People usually don’t get it right, it’s always either or, never both. Also, he has never told you - and you both had never gotten a bagel together that many times. It means you had noticed , you had remembered.

It makes Jake feels a sudden rush of something in his chest, and he is grabbing you, hands cradling either side of your face possessively, lips against yours - morning breath be dammed.

You aren’t too sure what has caused the sudden rush of action, but your body responds. You are kissing him back, hands going around his neck, body pressed against him; next thing you know Jake is hoisting you onto an empty spot on the kitchen counter and you are both a tangle of emotions and limbs.

He manages to break away, both of you slightly short of breath. You have your tights down and rolled around your ankles, his hands up your jumper, but you find him staring dead into your eyes, forehead against yours.

“You love me,” it manages to be a statement, but full of curiosity, wonderment, disbelief, and the slightest hint of a question. You both hadn’t officially said your i love yous yet.

His statement makes you laugh breathily, and you let your lips meet his, your hands skating down his abs. “Yes Jake, I love you.”

He doesn’t break your kiss, or the movement of his hands, “I love you too.”