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make the tables turn (the rewrite) | jake seresin x oc

a turning tables fic

SUMMARY: Jake goes in for a routine physical, but is shocked to learn that his doctor is Jasmine Lane—the woman he tried to take home the night before.

WARNINGS: Getting weighed, inaccurate medical stuff. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

A/N: I decided to not take down the original chapters of Turning Tables, so you can still find the fic in its original iteration. It will remain up until I'm done with the rewrite, so you can still enjoy the story in its entirety.

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“Thank you, Lt. Garcia. That’s all for today,” Jas said, putting a final note in his chart.

“Thank you, Dr. Lane,” he said with a crooked smile and did the last few buttons on his khaki uniform. He bid her goodbye with a small wave, exiting the treatment room. 

Leaving the door slightly ajar, she heard him speak to someone in the waiting area, wishing them luck. She glanced at the file of her next victim, confirming that the voice in the waiting room belonged to exactly who she thought.

Martha, the head nurse, came in to top up the supply of needles on the cart in the corner. “Who’s your next victim?” She asked and straightened the already straight line of needle packs.

Martha had become a reassuring presence when Jas was first reassigned to Top Gun. She was a shoulder to lean on and she listened to Jas’ rants about how much she hated prescribing fluids and rest to men who really should be able to handle a little flu without seeing a medical professional. Martha brought her coffee on their shared night shifts and told Jas to get it together when she complained about the long and boring hours.

“Can you please send in Lt. Seresin?”

Martha’s eyes narrowed. “Watch out for that one,” she warned and went to collect him from the waiting area.

Sitting in her chair, Jas tried not to grin at the prospect of the look on his face when he saw her. He had no idea he was about to come face to face with the woman he had failed to take home.

She heard him before she saw him.

“Listen, Doc, I’m in peak physical condi…” he trailed off, stopping in his tracks just inside the threshold of her office, eyes trained on her. Martha closed the door behind him, sending Jas a knowing look.

“I’m sure you are, lieutenant,” Jas said and stood, offering her hand for him to shake, which he took with a skeptical look in his green eyes. “But you’re required to be here, so suck it up. I’m Dr. Lane.”

“You,” was all he said.

“Me.” She let go of his hand and gestured to the exam table. “Have a seat.”

He didn’t move. He looked every bit as attractive in the fluorescent lighting of her office as he had in the yellowish glow of the bar the night before. The only difference was the accusatory gleam in his eyes. “You didn’t tell me you worked here.”

“You didn’t ask,” Jas answered and gestured for him to sit once more.

His eyes hardened, but he still sat. “I asked what you did for work,” he argued.

“That you did,” she agreed. “And I told you I’m a doctor, which I am.” She waved a hand around her office at all the medical equipment, then adjusted the stethoscope around her neck for good measure. She shouldn’t wear it that way for safety, but old habits die hard.

He stared at her. “You lied.”

“I didn’t.”

“Lying by omission is still lying.”

She shrugged. “Maybe, but you were too busy trying to get in my pants to notice.” His mouth flattened into a tight line while his eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Are you ready to begin?”

He grumbled a yes and answered a few routine questions. When Jas asked him to stand at the measurement on her wall, he did so without complaint. She joined him and brought the block down, noting the height on his chart.

“Have I grown, Doc?”

It was as if he’d flipped a switch. The sour mood of just a moment ago now replaced with an easy smile and a confident lilt to his tone. Jas saw it for what it was: an attempt to get the upper hand, but she had played this game many times before. He would have to do better if he wanted her to crack.

She met his gaze. “No.”

His brows drew together for an almost indiscernible second before he schooled his expression back into the unbothered folds of before.

Jas consulted with her checklist. “Okay, if you’ll just hop on the scale for me.” He turned to it, but she stopped him with a hand on his forearm. “Without your shoes.” 

He glowered. Gone was the smirk and the air of nonchalance he tried too hard to put on. In its stead was a seething temperament and barely concealed frustration. If she wasn’t enjoying this so much, she might have taken pity on him and stopped taunting him, but he was too much fun to tease. It was his own fault, really. Hadn’t he been cocky in his conviction that he could get Jas to sleep in his bed just the night before?

He sat on the exam table and undid the laces of his standard issue boots in silence.

He stood on the scale, and Jas joined him by it, adjusting it until it was even. She felt his eyes on her, assessing her every move and breath. Usually, her patients were eager to get this part of the exam over and done with, not keen to be weighed, but Hangman seemed unfazed.

“Alright,” she muttered, clearing her throat. “Weight is normal.” She glanced up, finding his eyes still trained on her. The smile had crept back, the corners of his mouth turned up.

“Do I have something on my face, lieutenant?” She asked, stepping away to note the weight on his chart.

“You’re beautiful,” he drawled as he stepped off the scale.

“So you told me last night,” she reminded him, grabbing onto the ends of the stethoscope around her neck. “But charm won’t get me to change your weight.”

He frowned. “I wasn’t—”

“Now, have a seat on the table so I can check your vitals.” He crossed the room to the table and sat. “Remove your uniform shirt.”

He smirked, cocky and self-assured. “If you wanted me to strip, all you had to do was ask,” he said, his voice lower than before as he undid the buttons on his shirt.

“Your undershirt can stay on,” she informed him.

He frowned again, but didn’t argue. He placed the khaki shirt on one end of the table and offered his arm to her, familiar with the process of a physical. Jas placed the blood pressure monitor on his arm and ignored the feeling of his muscles rippling under the surface of his skin. She could make out every corded muscle in his shoulders under the white undershirt, and her mouth went dry.

She could feel him watching her again. Jas bit her lip, concentrating on reading the results on the monitor, not the thrilling feeling of his attention solely on her.

“Okay,” she breathed and undid the band of the monitor. “Blood pressure looks fine.”

“No need to be modest, Doc. It’s perfect,” he proclaimed. “I’ve gotten many compliments on my blood pressure.”

Jas snorted, unable to help herself. “I find that hard to believe.”

She went to her desk to note down the results before moving on to listen to his heart and lungs. Both sounded good, and she was a little annoyed that his numbers were essentially the same as his last physical. Perfect. If there was ever any reason to hate a man, this had to be it.

“Right,” she began. “I’m just going to have a look at your ears and throat. Open up.” She placed a wooden stick on his tongue and shone a light down his throat. She shouldn’t imagine what that mouth would feel like pressed against hers, or what wicked things his tongue could do to her body, but the vision was vivid in her mind. Jas forced the thought from her mind and ignored the fluttering feeling in her stomach. It was the last thing she needed right now. 

After clearing his throat, she looked in his ears and found nothing out of the ordinary there either.

He really was in peak physical condition, and she almost hated him.

The Navy was truly punishing her. She had saved a man’s leg, and this was the thanks she got? Having to check high and mighty fighter pilots over for issues that weren’t there? 

Silently fuming, Jas walked back to the desk once again to check off the throat and ears on her list, then returned to Seresin, who still sat dutifully on the exam table. “I’m just going to check the lymph nodes in your neck, okay? Then we’ll check your vision afterward.”

He smirked. “Go ahead, Doc.” Jas placed her hands on either side of his neck and felt for swelling under the skin.

“How’d you end up stationed here?”

Jas leaned back, hands stilling on his neck. “Why?”

He put his hands up. “Good, old-fashioned curiosity.”

“It’s a long story,” she admitted, hoping the answer would be enough to discourage any further questions. She dropped her hands from his neck and walked to the back wall, turning on the light in the vision chart.

“Do you take any medications?” she asked, handing him the occluder.

He shook his head. “Make a long story short?”

“Not a chance,” she said. “Now, cover your left eye and read the line with the smallest letters you can see.”

He rattled off all the letters on the bottom row without issue and did the same with his right eye. Jas rolled her eyes and took the occluder back from him.

“Any unusual moles or other marks on your skin?”

“No,” he answered. “Tell the story over a drink, then?”

Jas snorted. “Not gonna happen.”

He hummed. “Alright, your loss.”

“Oh no. How will I ever survive?” Sarcasm dripped from her voice.

His eyes darkened, going from the color of sea glass to mossy green. He stood from the exam table and strode toward her like a predator on the hunt, and Jas’ breath caught in her throat. He stopped right in front of her, their chests a hairbreadth away from each other. He was only a few inches taller than her, but she had to crane her neck to meet his gaze.

“You’ll change your mind,” he said, voice low and sultry. “Soon, you’ll beg for my time.”

The moment broke.

Jas stifled a groan and placed a hand on his chest, forcing him to take a step back and put distance between them. “I think I need to refer you to a specialist,” she told him seriously.

He frowned. “What’s wrong with me?”

Jas turned back to her desk and picked up his chart. She pretended to study it, allowing herself a moment to regain her composure. “I think you need to have your ego surgically removed,” she explained. “It’s a risky procedure, but you should be just fine. You might even get a date afterward.”

Hangman groaned, running his hands over his face. “Are you done?”

She huffed out a laugh. “Not even close, but I’ll spare you for today. You can put your shirt and boots back on.”

Jas jotted down some additional notes in his chart, including his perfect eye test, as he redressed. She put the pen down and placed her hands in her lab coat while she waited for him to finish tying his shoelaces.

He stood, and their eyes met. A battle of wills locked in a stalemate. His signature smirk spread across his handsome face. “I’ll see you around, Doc,” he said and tipped an invisible hat to her, reaching for the door handle. Jas could acknowledge that he was charming without shuddering at the admission. Almost.

“I’ll count the hours,” she joked.

Hangman abruptly turned around and caged her in between the desk and his body. She could feel the heat radiating off him. He bent his head down, and Jas felt his breath on her lips. Her eyes darted to his for a split second, but he had caught her. She knew by the way the corner of his mouth turned up.

“I’ll be thinking of you tonight,” he said, voice barely audible. The implication was obvious, and Jas’ cheeks grew hot for the first time in his presence. She hoped it wasn’t noticeable in the fluorescent light or she would never hear the end of it.

He stood back, and Jas tried to hide the fact that she had to gasp for air.

“You have a nice day, Dr. Lane.”

He winked at her and exited her office, leaving the door open and allowing the thick tension in the room to dissipate. She was still catching her breath when Martha escorted her next patient into the room.

“Dr. Lane, are you alright?”

Jas snapped her head up, finding Martha and a bespectacled aviator looking at her with worry etched into their features.

She forced a smile. “I’m fine.” She offered her hand to the aviator, who shook it dutifully. “You must be Lt. Floyd. Have a seat.”

As Jas went through Floyd’s physical, her thoughts kept returning to Hangman, trying to understand exactly how he had gained the upper hand.

She wasn’t sure, but she vowed to get it back. Whatever it took.

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Eeeep! I’m so excited that you’re sharing more of these two idiots!

This is so much fun, and I love the dynamics you portrayed in this small scene, especially how you incorporated Jas and her relationship with Jake. She and Audrey will be friends someday.

Coming Soon: dead ringer pt. 1

"Saw you made a friend," Javy quipped, smirking as Audrey slipped back into the seat between her roommates.

"Fuck off," Audrey dismissed, placing the hard-won pint down in front of her.

Javy's smirk only grew at this. "You know, it's that charm right there that makes you friends wherever you go."

Audrey's skin felt hot and tight--the same feeling she always got whenever Javy opened his mouth and produced noise. She would do just about anything to make him shut up for just one goddamn second.

Next to her, Clara sighed, pulling Audrey's attention away from the still smirking pilot and to her roommate.

"Audrey, if you make another guy cry in this bar, I think Penny might ban you," Clara said, leaning back in her seat to eye the group of boys who had stopped clapping but were still clearly ribbing their friend. "He looks close. His face is all red."

Jas snorted at this assessment. "It's not Audrey's fault that men can't handle rejection."

"That's true. If they were, there wouldn't be a bell," Layla added.

"The bell is rung a lot when you're here though," Bob observed, and Audrey glared at him.

"See? She's good for business!"Jas exclaimed, gesturing to Bob.

"You face that much disrespect?" Rooster asked, raising his eyebrows at Audrey.

"It's disrespectful for men to even speak," she quipped.

"Feminism, everybody," Javy said, raising his beer in toast.  

Audrey cast him a dark look before turning her body to face the rest of the table. "Why is he always here if no one likes him?"

"We let them invite you, don't we?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow and gesturing to Clara and Layla.

Jas elbowed him sharply in his side as Phoenix warned: "Watch it Bagman."

"She was invited?" Javy asked in mock surprise. "I just assumed that one of you'd gone to the bathroom and said her name three times in the mirror."

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never really cared (until i met you) | jake seresin x oc

a turning tables fic

SUMMARY: While saying goodbye before he leaves on a mission, Jas realizes there may be more to her relationship with Jake than she thought.

WARNINGS: angst, mentions of a dangerous mission, mild fluff. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

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A/N: It's my birthday (29, yikes), and my gift to you is this fic. It was supposed to be longer, but alas, it is not. Thank you for your support of me and my writing. This is also my very late submission for @roosterforme's rocktober writing challenge where I picked the song Alone by Heart. Enjoy!

She watches Jake sitting on the edge of her bed getting ready to leave not just her house, but the city. Taken away by an aircraft carrier at sea for a mission he might not survive. He’s not allowed to tell her, but she knows. 

The room is dark save for the lamp on the nightstand, soft yellow light bouncing off Jake’s perfectly tan skin, making him appear almost golden. He stands, his shoulder muscles moving fluidly underneath the skin, and they tense as he reaches for his jeans on the floor. He pulls them on and does the button up.

Next, he looks for his t-shirt while Jas sits up in the bed, letting the sheet fall into her lap. She watches him pull the black cotton over his head, and his golden hair looks even more unruly than it did before. The shirt stretches across his chest and fits narrowly around his biceps, and he almost looks like a god. Not that Jas would ever tell him that. She’d never hear the end of it.

His gaze holds hers as he tries to tame his hair, then he places a knee on the mattress, making it dip as he leans in and kisses her. She used to never allow this intimacy. They’d get each other off and he would go, vowing to not speak a word of it. Now she allows him to kiss her because it may be one of the last.

She may not know the details of the mission, but you could cut the tension on base with a knife for weeks. When Floyd and Trace went down, Jake came to her with a distraught look on his face. She’d never seen him like that, and any jabs she’d wanted to make died on her tongue. 

Since then, she’s seen more of him. He stayed the night, and she would let him kiss her in the kitchen in the morning. She even let him come to her office to vent and let him buy her an old-fashioned at The Hard Deck a few times. Now, she’s letting him kiss her before he leaves on a suicide mission.

Jake gets off the bed and pulls on his boots. He reaches for the sheet on his side of the bed to make it, but stops at the look Jas sends him. “Leave it, Seresin.”

He nods, straightening his back again. “I’m gonna head back.”

Jas stands from the bed, contemplates walking him to the door in the nude, but decides against. She grabs clean panties and a t-shirt from the dresser and puts them on while Jake watches her every move.

She follows him to the front door, trailing behind him on bare feet. Uncertainty hangs in the air, rendering them both unusually quiet. Jas doesn’t know what to do with the silence.

Jake pulls the front door open. A light breeze flows through, making Jas shiver in the thin t-shirt she put on. Hugging herself, she runs her palms up and down her arms, trying to stay warm.

Jake turns to face her, expression uncommonly serious. He looks like he wants to say something by the way his mouth hangs slightly ajar, and his eyes search for something in hers. She’s not sure what.

“Doc,” he says, voice clear and bright in the faded glow from the porch light.

She steps forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and kisses him. His mouth moves against hers in slow, languid motions and she revels in his taste. She clings to him, and his strong arms tighten around her waist, keeping her close. Some part of her never wants to let him go, wants him to stay here with her where he’s safe.

But he has orders and a mission to complete, so Jas pulls back, leaning her forehead against his. Their heavy breaths mix and she wonders if he can hear how hard her heart pounds in her chest.

“I gotta go,” he says and untangles himself from Jas, but she senses hesitation in him. He doesn’t want to go anymore than Jas wants him to.

She doesn’t say any of it, though. She simply nods and steps back. You’d think after years in the Navy, she’d be better at goodbyes like this, but she’s not. Something about seeing Jake walk down those front porch steps makes her stomach churn.

He’s halfway down the path to his car parked on the street when she steps onto the porch and calls for him. “Jake.” 

He stops in his tracks. In the rapidly approaching dawn, she can tell he takes a deep breath before turning back around. He walks back toward her, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.

He’s quiet, waits for her to do the talking. “Give me your phone,” Jas finally says and walks down the steps, holding her hand out towards him.

A furrow appears between his brows, but he complies, handing it over.

Typing in her number, she saves it under the name Doc, even though she hates when he calls her that. At first. Now she’s grown used to it, and hearing him call her anything else feels wrong.

“Here,” she mutters and hands it back to him. “Text me when you get back.”

He looks down that the phone that now sits in his hand, the furrow between his brows having deepened in confusion. Jas has refused to give him her number for weeks, but now that she’s done it, it looks as if he can’t fathom why.

“Doc, I–”

She cuts him off with a kiss. It’s the only way she knows how to express that letting him leave is one of the hardest things she’s ever done. She doesn’t have the energy to unpack exactly what that says about her situation with Jake.

Breaking the kiss, she plays with the short hair at his nape. “Let me know you’re alive,” she mumbles and pecks his lips again.

His hands rest on her waist, setting her skin on fire, and if he didn’t have to be back on base soon, she’d be ready to go again. It’d be the third time in the past 24 hours, which isn’t their record, but close.

“I gotta go,” he whispers.

She takes a deep breath, allowing the scent of him–leather and jet fuel–to fill her nostrils. She commits it to memory and hopes the pillow on his side of the bed smells like him.

Then she takes a step back and straightens her spine. Composes herself and reminds herself that Jake is just some guy she’s fucking. They’re not serious, and she ignores the hurt that crosses his face for a split second. He’s expecting her to say something, but the words that threaten to pass her lips are stuck in her throat.

He says nothing as he turns around and walks down the path to his car. He doesn’t wave as he drives off towards base, leaving Jas standing at the foot of the porch stairs in just a t-shirt and panties.

She watches him drive into the sunrise and out of her reach.

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checkmate | jake seresin x oc

a turning tables fic

SUMMARY: Jake comes to the infirmary needing stitches after an encounter with Jas' ex-boyfriend.

WARNINGS: incorrect medical stuff (not explicit), blood mention, talk of slut-shaming.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

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A/N: I haven't written for Jake and Jas for a while and I missed them, so I dug this out of my drafts and finally finished it. I forgot how much I love writing their dynamic, so I hope you like this little drabble.

There was a knock on the door and Jas looked up from the computer screen to find Martha in the doorway. She held a chart in her hands and had an annoyed look on her face.

“There’s a lieutenant here who needs stitches,” she said.

Jas furrowed her brows, glancing at the clock on her computer. “Stitches?” she questioned. “Usually you take care of stitches.”

Martha sighed, offering the clipboard with the intake form to Jas, who stood to accept it. Flipping the page, her breath hitched at the name. “He’s asking for you.”

Jas held back a groan. “Of course he is,” she muttered and followed Martha out to the reception area.

“Watch out for him,” she said as she situated herself behind the desk. “I remember him from when he was at TOPGUN.”

“Let me guess,” Jas said, heading for the exam room. “He was as much a pain in the ass then as he is now.”

She didn’t wait to hear Martha’s response, but opened the door to the stark white exam room. Jake Seresin sat on the exam bed, holding gauze to his left eyebrow.

“Who punched you this time?” she asked, closing the door behind her. He was in civilian clothes. Dark jeans, black boots, and a white t-shirt sprinkled with blood from his split eyebrow.

She expected him to grin, to make a quip, but nothing came. He looked defeated and a little angry.

“Met an ex-boyfriend of yours,” he said nonchalantly. Jas frowned at that, not remembering that any of her exes lived or worked in the area. She supposed a trip wouldn’t be out of the question, but it seemed unlikely.

She put the clipboard down on the bed next to him. “Yeah?” She asked and reached for a pair of gloves from the dispenser on the wall. “Which one?”

“Connor, I think his name was,” he said and removed the gauze at her indication. 

Jas chuckled. “Please tell me you threw the first punch,” she said, but caught herself. “Was it a punch that did this?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed with a shrug as Jas inspected the cut running through his brow. “Didn’t know you were into bodybuilders.”

Jas frowned at that. “He was scrawny when we were in med school.”

“Not anymore,” Hangman stated. “What’s the verdict?”

“You need stitches, so I’m going to numb you up and get started, okay?”

He nodded with another shrug. Silence fell over the room as Jas worked, finding a thread and needle, scissors, and tongs to hold the needle with.

“Tell me to stop if you feel any pain, okay?”

Jake hummed his acknowledgement, and Jas got to work putting him back together. He flinched a couple of times, but took it mostly in a stride.

“He wasn’t my boyfriend, you know.”

“What?”

“Connor,” Jas clarified as she tied up the last knot. “We went on two dates and had very boring, unsatisfying sex once.”

Jake frowned. His green eyes darkened, confusion overtaking his stupidly handsome face. “He wasn’t your boyfriend?”

Jas snorted so hard her nose hurt. ��No,” she answered, discarding the gloves in a nearby trashcan. “He’s lying if he said that.”

“He did,” Jake said, as his feet hit the floor with a soft thud.

“So,” Jas began, looking over his intake form. “Why’d you punch him?”

Jake hovered near her shoulder, watching as she added her own notes, and she felt the intensity of his gaze. He was all body heat and tension and his cologne invaded her senses, making her head feel heavy.

“He’s an idiot.”

She looked up from the clipboard. She watched him put his balled up fists in his pockets and the way his jaw clenched. “I can’t put that in your chart,” she replied, straightening her back.

“It’s the truth.”

Jas nodded. “I’m sure it is, but I still can’t put that in your chart. So, what’d he say, Seresin?”

He looked around the room, avoiding her eyes. He clearly didn’t want to tell her, but she would pry it from him if she had to. She had her ways, especially with him.

“It doesn’t matter,” he finally replied.

Stepping forward, she came into his space, ignoring the electricity that burst to life between them as they breathed the same air. She could smell beer on his breath, and found that she didn’t hate it. “Come on, Seresin,” she coaxed, running a fingertip along his left bicep. “It can’t be that bad.”

Jake clenched his jaw again, turning his gaze to the ceiling as he let out a long breath. When his eyes returned to hers, he looked like he wanted to punch the man all over again. “He said you were an easy lay.”

Jas snorted again. “Did he now?”

“Yes.” Jake’s tone was harsh. Voice deep and hoarse.

“So you defended my honor?”

His eyes narrowed. “I–”

“I don’t need you to defend me, lieutenant,” Jas interrupted, squeezing his arm before taking a step back. “Certainly not to a guy who couldn’t even get me off.”

“He called you a slut,” he protested, clearly taken aback by her response.

She chuckled. “He’s not the first one to say that, and he won’t be the last. It says more about him than it does about me.”

Picking up a pen, she noted the reason for his trip to the infirmary, but left out some key details. No one needed to know that he’d started a bar fight.

“You’re not upset?”

She turned back to Jake, who looked as confused as ever. It was cute. “That he called me a slut, or that you punched him?”

“The name.”

“I don’t like it,” Jas relented. “But he’s just some guy I went to med school with. He’s an idiot.”

At that, Jake smiled for the first time. A small smile, but it the made the skin around his eyes crinkle in that way she loved so much.

“You’re not mad,” he said, sounding relieved, making Jas smile.

“No,” she said and stepped into his space again. “But if you still wanna make it up to me, come to my place after my shift.”

Jake’s eyes widened. When he opened his mouth to reply, Jas cut him off with a searing kiss to his lips that he returned with fervor, hands on her waist immediately.

They broke apart, and Jas leaned in, brushing her lips against his earlobe to whisper only a few short words.

“Get me off like the idiot never could.”

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New Jake and Jas fic coming tomorrow, my friends 😉

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Fe, my love, here’s some Jas and Jake for you on this fine early Sunday morning 😘

from talking body (jake seresin x oc) 18+/mdni

“Don’t call me that.” Hangman froze for a millisecond but regained his composure so quickly that Jas couldn’t tell if she had imagined it. “Why not? Everyone calls you that.” Had his voice dropped an octave? Jas couldn’t tell anymore from the feeling of his hands on her. “It’s Dr. Lane,” she informed him. Or Jas or Jasmine or baby. Even better if he moaned it. Everything but Doc. Hangman smirked, his eyes darkening. Jas reveled in the fact that he was as affected by her as she was by him. Only he hadn’t touched himself to the thought of her less than ten minutes ago. “What’s got you so wound up, Dr. Lane?” His hands traveled lower, landing just above her ass, and she all but bucked her hips into his. Hangman drew in a ragged breath that sounded suspiciously like a hiss. He stared at her. His eyes were wide, but darker. Greedier. The corners of his mouth lifted in an easy, well-practiced smirk. He had her right where he wanted her, and he knew it. Her body responded to his the same way his did to her. He dared slipping his hands lower, so they were actually on her ass. When he squeezed and Jas felt him starting to grow hard, she threw caution to the wind. She crashed her lips against his and pretended not to notice him wince at the jolt to his sore nose. He didn’t stop, though. Her arms snaked around his neck as she pulled him closer, and his strong arms engulfed all of her back. She could smell him. His cologne mixed with sweat, leather, and the faint metallic scent of blood. It was all teeth and tongues and hands roaming in places they’d never been. All Jas could feel was him, and it was intoxicating. Hangman spun them around, and Jas let out a small yelp as he walked them back toward her office door. He pushed her against it, his leg coming up between her legs, so she practically sat on his thigh. He reached behind her and locked the door without ever breaking apart for air. Jas thanked the heavens that she hadn’t opened the curtains when he came in. “You gonna let me have you, Doc?” Jas rolled her eyes. “I thought I told you not to call me that.” His lips grazed her neck, his tongue working against her pulse point making her fight back a moan at the feeling. Desire, intense and molten, pooled in the bottom of her stomach.

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🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

I’ll send a bajillion and two of these for you to give me any crumbs of more Jas & Jake! 😍

I first read them on AO3 and fell in love but I hate the AO3 format cause I’m an old lady 😂 so I was SO EXCITED when I found you over here too 💕

Omg hi, darling! I'm so glad you're enjoying Jas and Jake–they're so special to me and their dynamic is so much fun to write. Let's dig out some more of that Talking Body smut I started writing a year ago, shall we? Enjoy 🔥

from talking body (jake seresin x oc) 18+/mdni

“Did you do it?” He asked, his fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties. Her brows furrowed even as every part of her pulsed for him. “What?” “Last week,” he said, as if that clarified anything for her. “Did you think about me that night when you touched yourself?” Despite the position she was in, despite what they were doing, Jas felt her ears burn hotter than any other part of her body. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight. She didn’t want to admit that he was all she had thought about since meeting him. She didn’t want to admit that he was in her dreams, her nightmares, her dirtiest fantasies. It was all him. Always him. His lips kissed up her throat, her jaw, the corner of her mouth. “Did you?” He asked again, more insistent this time. “You wish,” she moaned, trying to maintain a shred of control. It was a futile attempt. She’d lost all sense of control and self-preservation the second she kissed him. The distance she’d tried to maintain up and left the moment she let him drive her home.  “I think you did,” he told her, his tongue darting over her pulse point, and Jas arched her back at the feeling. “Do you want to know something, Dr. Lane?” He didn’t wait for a reply. “I’ve been thinking about you every night since we met,” he told her, and Jas swore his voice had dropped another octave. “You’re all I think about when I touch myself. Those pretty blue eyes,” he whispered, unhooking a finger from her waistband to run his thumb across her brow bone. “That sinful mouth.” His thumb ran across her lower lip, and he beckoned her mouth open and had her suck his finger. She could feel him grow even harder. “Every inch of this body,” he told her and took the finger from her mouth, running his fingertips across the expanse of her almost naked body. “Every single morning and every single night.” Jas moaned because she couldn’t stop it, moaned because the mental image of Hangman on his cot, coming to the thought of her, got her temperature rising. Jas opened her eyes and found his green ones trained on her. Studying her. There was a smug smile on his face and she wanted nothing more than to wipe it off. With a punch or kiss, she couldn’t tell. Frustrated, she grabbed the wrist of the hand that rested on her hip. “Get on with it, Seresin,” she ordered and put his hand between her thighs. “I don’t have all day.” He chuckled into her neck. “You’re bossy.” “And you’re slooo-oh,” she trailed off as his fingers moved her panties to the side, and he swiped them over her slick folds. “You were saying?” “Oh my God, shut up,” she all but screamed at him.

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[bobfloydsbabe]

helena! darling, how about some jake x jas and “nose boops” for the prompts!

idk i just love nose boops and i think it would be so adorable with jake and jas. anyways, love you lots and i hope you’re doing well <3

My darling Elle. This prompt is so cute, but I had to rack my brain to come up with something with this. I think I like how it turned out, though, and I certainly hope you do! Love you lots, and I hope you're well. We should chat soon!

intimacy prompts (closing requests in ~2 hours) open for: mob boss bob x abby, bob x norah, jas x jake, phoenix x cecily, and rhett x lou

making a home jake seresin x oc

“Absolutely not,” Jas said, picking his TOPGUN diploma off the shelf. “That’s where all my nieces and nephews’ homemade Christmas decorations go.”

Jake glared at his girlfriend. They’d been at this all week, and somehow, he’d only unpacked one moving box, the rest still stacked in various rooms around Jas’ house.

“It’s not Christmas yet,” he pointed out.

She handed the framed diploma back to him. “But it will be,” she reminded him with a wicked smile on her face. “And then there’s no room for that on the shelf.”

Jake opened his mouth to argue back. To argue that he couldn’t keep his life in boxes forever and that they weren’t really living together if she didn’t let him put his stuff up around the house. However, all the arguments he’d lined up disappeared when she booped his nose.

He blinked rapidly, first staring down at his nose and then at Jas’ finger as her hand fell back at her side. “Did you...” he trailed off, shaking his head. “Did you just boop my nose?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jas snorted, and brushed past him, rounding the kitchen island. “Coffee?”

He turned on his heel, watching Jas as she grabbed the mugs with hand-painted mushrooms on them that’d been an anniversary gift from her moms last year. “I can’t believe you booped my nose,” he muttered, walking to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

He nuzzled into her neck, kissing her pulse point, and Jas shrieked at the contact, laughter breaking up the silence in her house. Their house. “Jake!” she exclaimed as he spun her around to face him.

“You gotta let me unpack, Doc,” he told her and booped her nose.

“Fine,” she relented, defeat in her bright blue eyes. “Just not on that shelf, okay?”

Leaning down, he kissed her like his life depended on it. He’s pretty sure it did. “Okay,” he muttered against her lips as her arms snuck around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Thank you again, Elle!

[bobfloydsbabe]

“brushing your lips together, lingering for a moment”

With Jake and Jas please? ✨🩵

Fe, my darling! Thank you so much for sending this in–I have just the idea for it, and I think you're really going to like it. Also, I know I've already said this twice, but I can't not say it again: HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

This takes place on the same day as burst into flames for you, though reading it isn't necessary to understand this blurb.

intimacy prompts open for: mob boss bob x abby, bob x norah, jas x jake, phoenix x cecily, and rhett x lou

i'm with you jake seresin x oc

Jake walked up to the bar, joining Jas, who was ordering a fresh round of drinks for them. He bumped his shoulder against hers, watching as a small smile appeared on her face.

“They’re driving me nuts,” he muttered, looking over his shoulder at their friends who didn’t even have the decency to pretend they weren’t staring.

Jas shrugged. “They’re excited for us,” she said, and pushed her new beer bottle from one hand to the other absentmindedly. “And nosy.”

At that, Jake snorted. “Tell me about it. If Bob asks me one more question, I might deck the glasses off him.”

“Don’t you dare,” she exclaimed and smacked his arm. “He just wants to know how we got here.”

“I can give him the birds and bees talk, if you w–”

Jas cut him off, brushing her lips against his and letting them linger for a moment. He sighed into it, not able to stop the way he reacted to the feeling of her.

She pulled back, but changed her mind and gave him a proper peck. “Bob’s not as innocent as he looks,” she said once they broke apart.

Jake’s brows shot to his hairline. Not only at the revelation that the seemingly inconspicuous Bob Floyd had ever slept with someone, but that Jas knew about it. He would have to talk to Bob about keeping his hands to himself.

As if able to read him, Jas leaned in again and pressed her lips against his, making his knees go weak. “You don’t need to worry about Bob,” she muttered against his mouth. “I only have eyes for you.”

He grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. “You better,” he said and brushed his lips against hers, a feeling of calm settling over him.

Thank you again, Fe!

[djs8891]

Make it 3. I am also in love with- with the 2 of them 🥹

burst into flames for you | jake "hangman" seresin x oc

Rating: T+

Prompt: N/A

Requested: N/A

Summary: After the mission, Jas confesses why she's been ignoring Jake. Part of the Turning Tables anthology series.

Warnings: Angst, brief mention of amputation (non-graphic), incorrect medical info, incorrect Navy info, kissing.

Word count: ~2.2k

A/N: This is probably one of the Jas and Jake fics I'm most proud of. There is so much Jas backstory. Thank you, as always, to @joaquinwhorres for letting me namedrop your OCs, Caro and Dalia, and for helping me figure out why the original ending was off. Title is from I'm With You by Vance Joy. Enjoy, friends!

Likes are nice, but comments and reblogs are golden.

Meet me at the Hard Deck. Please.

Jake knew it was serious because Jas never said please. Even when she was under him and on the edge of coming undone, she wouldn’t say please. She wouldn’t beg for it. That one word sent Jake out the door of his barrack room and off to the bar.

It was mid-morning on a Saturday, and Penny had opened early. He pushed the front door with the chipped paint open and walked inside, scanning the room. He didn’t spot Jas anywhere, only Penny and a few patrons nursing coffee rather than beer.

He stalked towards the bar, locking eyes with Penny, confusion on his face. Jas had texted him to meet her there, but now she was gone?

“She’s down by the water,” Penny told him when he was close enough to hear her. He mumbled a quick thank you and headed for the door leading out to the deck. 

There, in the distance, Jas sat on the sand facing the ocean. It was cloudier than usual, but the sun still bounced off her hair, making it look shinier. He rested his hands on the deck railing for a minute, gathering up the courage to make the short trek to her.

Jake squared his shoulders, walked down the steps, and trudged through the sand. He stopped a few feet behind her and took a deep breath. 

Please.

The word still lingered in his mind. Jas rarely texted him. In fact, she had spent weeks refusing to give him her number, but finally relented a few days before the mission. She’d made him promise to let her know he was alive.

“I’d say quit staring at my ass, but you can’t see it, so just quit staring.”

“You have a great ass,” he said, closing the last bit of distance between them. When he sat, he could see the grin Jas was biting back.

“So you’ve told me,” she agreed.

“I’d never lie to you, Doc.”

At that, her jaw clenched. She didn’t like it when he called her Doc. At least, that’s what she’d told him frequently, though it was usually right before they slept together.

“I know.”

For a while, they just sat there staring at the sea. They listened to the waves meeting the shore and seagulls screeching above them. Jake looked at Jas. Her auburn hair looked red in this light, and her blue eyes matched that of the endless sea while he was on the carrier. She had freckles on her nose that’d become more noticeable since he’d met her. Her lips were pink and plush. Kissable.

“I’m glad you’re alive,” she said, filling the silence. 

He’d texted her as soon as they got back on dry land, hoping for a response, but none came. He’d gone to the Hard Deck that night to celebrate their success with the dagger squad, but Jas didn’t show. When he asked Caro if she knew where Jas was, she’d informed him she wasn’t coming. 

Jas had gone radio silent, and Caro, Bob, and Fanboy kept their mouths shut on the matter. He’d even tried to intimidate Bob into telling him why she wasn’t there, but the bespectacled aviator had stood his ground, and Jake respected that even if he hated him a little for it. 

“Could’ve fooled me,” he said, mostly joking.

Jas turned her head to him. “Do you know why I’m stationed here?”

He shook his head, brows furrowed. Jas looked back at the ocean.

Jake watched her shift uncomfortably in the sand, folding and unfolding her hands where they rested on her shins. He had never seen Jas like this before.

“It was a demotion.” Before Jake could ask what she meant, she continued. “I used to serve on the USS Nimitz. After an attack on our aviators, one of them came back with a severely injured leg. My commanding officer decided we should amputate. I insisted I could save it, but he told me it was futile and gave me a direct order to amputate.”

“But you didn’t?”

Jas shook her head, a watery chuckle escaping her throat. It made Jake move closer, and when she didn’t flinch away, he bumped his shoulder with hers, silently encouraging her to go on.

“I told the nurses, the anesthesiologist, and everyone else that we had to go ahead to save his leg.”

Jake wanted to wrap his arms around Jas and comfort her as the tears ran down her cheeks. There was something deeply vulnerable about this moment. It was like being thrown into the deep end of Jas’ conscience and left to his own devices.

Sink or swim, Seresin.

Jas took a deep breath and continued her story. “It took three hours, but I saved his leg with no nerve damage, sudden bleeds, or anything like that. He didn’t lose his leg, and he didn’t have to be discharged on medical grounds. He needed a lot of physical therapy, but he’d be able to fly again.”

“There are consequences of disobeying a direct order,” Jake said. He didn’t know what else to say. 

Jas gave off a humorless laugh and wiped at the tears still running down her face in steady streams. “My file has a long list of citations for insubordination, but this was the final nail in the coffin. I should be grateful they didn’t kick me out.”

“You don’t like being told what to do,” Jake observed.

At that, Jas chuckled again and finally turned her red-rimmed blue eyes to him. “No,” she agreed. “The Surgeon General, Admiral Warren, personally reviewed my file and sent me here as punishment. I’m working the most boring, deadbeat office in the entire Navy by prescribing more Advil and cough medicine to grown men than I can count. I don’t know how long I’ll be here.”

Jake hummed while Jas leaned her chin on her knees, studying the waves again. The clouds were slowly disappearing, making space for a bright day in California, a sharp contrast to Jas’ gloomy mood.

“Why are you telling me all this?”

Jas let a deep breath go. The silence between them stretched for longer than he was comfortable with, but he knew that pushing the woman next to him wouldn’t do either of them any good. So he stayed silent.

“I lost something I cared about when I was demoted,” she told him and spun in the sand so she was facing him. Jake mirrored her action, folding his legs down in front of him.

“When all of you left for that mission, I held Caro all night as she cried. She was terrified of losing Mickey, of giving her daughter a taste of him only to have him possibly ripped away.”

Jake nodded. He remembered Fanboy pacing up and down the corridor outside their bunks after Maverick chose him and Payback to fly. In a poor attempt at reconciliation, Jake had tried to assure him he would be fine, only to get his feelings for Jas thrown back in his face. He’d never seen Fanboy that upset, not even when he had punched Jake for talking shit.

Jas looked down at the sand where her toes had slipped under his crossed legs. He could feel her wiggle them through the material of his jeans. “When you left for that mission,” she whispered and looked to meet his gaze. “I thought I was going to lose something I cared about.”

Jake’s breath hitched at the admission. He knew where he stood and had known it for a while, but was afraid to push Jas into something she wasn’t ready for. Something she may not even want.

But right now, sitting in front of him, she admitted that she cared about him. He fought every impulse in his body to surge forward and kiss her senseless. He looked at Jas, really looked at her, and saw the fragility that had crept into her demeanor. He kept quiet, but offered a small smile of encouragement.

“I didn’t know I cared. I didn’t know why I couldn’t breathe when you were gone, why I clung to my phone, waiting for a sign that you were alive and coming back. I didn’t know why I cried almost uncontrollably after Caro fell asleep, why I took Dalia for ice cream seven times, or why Martha was on my back about keeping up with charts.”

Jas took a shaky breath and let the tears flow freely down her cheeks. “Then you texted you were alive and coming back, and it hit me. I’d been so distracted because I cared about losing you. This,” she said and gestured between them, “is more than just sex.”

Jake hesitated. He was happy that Jas felt the same way, but there was a nagging question he couldn’t let go. “You didn’t show at our welcome home thing.”

Jas hung her head again, wiping tears off her cheeks. “If it helps, Caro yelled at me for that. Said you seemed disappointed, and that she sent Dalia to cheer you up.”

At that, Jake smiled. “She’s a good kid.”

He expected Jas to look back up at him, but she didn’t. She wiped more tears off her face, and Jake’s chest tightened at the sight. The sinking disappointment he’d felt when Caro told him she wasn’t coming and the fiery frustration he felt being given the silent treatment evaporated as he watched her cry for him.

He reached out a hand, placing it under her chin, and applied light pressure to get her to look up. Her blue eyes met his, and he lost his breath again. Jas was the first girl in a long time who had challenged him, who had made the chase almost cruel and the possibility of her being his the sweetest reward.

He dropped his hand, not wanting to force his touch on Jas, who was in such a fragile state he was afraid to break her.

“So why ignore me?”

She kept her eyes trained on him this time, as if forcing herself to face the hurt she’d caused. “Because this,” she said, gesturing between them again, “scares the shit out of me.”

Jake softened, the tension leaving his shoulders for the first time. He reached his hand out again, pausing mid-air to see if Jas would flinch, but when she didn’t, he cupped her cheeks. He ran a thumb across the skin, catching a stray tear as it fell.

“It’s not just sex to me either,” he admitted, and it didn’t make his lungs constrict. “I’m scared, too.”

He was. He was scared shitless to want Jas as desperately as he did. Jake had always been a one and done guy. Since high school, his mom had given him disapproving looks when he showed a girl to the door in the morning, never to be seen in the house again. Jake had dated casually most of his life, but everything about Jas made his stomach flip, and when she didn’t talk to him, he felt hollow.

“I don’t know how to be in a relationship,” Jas whispered, reaching up and grabbing Jake’s wrist. She pulled the hand off her cheek and kissed his palm, making Jake’s pulse race. “But I want to try. With you.”

When her gaze returned to his, he grinned like a child on Christmas morning. “We’ll figure it out together,” he whispered back and hoped it sounded like a promise.

He leaned forward and finally captured Jas’ lips in a kiss, pouring everything he still had left to say into it. They still had so much to talk about, so much to figure out, but he meant it when it said they’d do it together.

Jake tried to pull away, but Jas chased his lips and he smiled into it. One of his hands slid around her neck and into her hair, and he scraped his blunt nails over her scalp, coaxing a moan from her lips.

He pulled away and couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped.

“You gonna take me home, Seresin?”

He welcomed the grin that spread across his face, and he rose to his feet, holding his hand out for Jas to take.

“Every damn day, Doc,” he replied as she landed on her feet in front of him. She snuck her arms around his neck and leaned in for another soft kiss, not caring that a group of kids were passing by them as their lips met.

They broke apart and made their way up the beach towards the parking lot. Jake’s arm was slung over Jas’ shoulder, and she leaned into him. It was like she was made for him.

A ping sounded, and Jas pulled her phone from the pocket of her hoodie, groaning at the text that had rolled in.

“What?” Jake asked, leading her towards his car.

“Caro asked if I wanted to have drinks tonight.”

Jake frowned. “And that’s bad?”

Jas opened the passenger side door, resting an arm on the roof and looked at Jake. “No, but she’s gonna be really smug about us being a thing now.”

“A thing, you say?”

Jas groaned. “You’re infuriating.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Jake chuckled and got into the car. Once they were on the road, he grabbed Jas’ hand and kissed her knuckles.

❋❋❋

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[bobfloydsbabe]

It's missing Jake Seresin hours, so I'm posting a new drabble for him in about an hour.

[bobfloydsbabe]

turning tables | jake seresin x oc | masterlist

Turning Tables is an anthology series in the Motion Sickness Universe, telling the love story of Jake "Hangman" Seresin and Dr. Jasmine Lane. All works can be read independently but feature the same characters. strictly 18+/minors dni.

CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN rewrite masterlist

Motion Sickness is a shared universe featuring Jas Lane, Cecily Archer, and @joaquinwhorres' Caro and Dalia Alvarez. Learn more about them in Tailspin. The other's OCs are included in fics, drabbles, and blurbs with permission and beta-read approval.

CONTENT KEY warnings on individual fics

✩ = fluff | ♧ = angst | △ = suggestive | ϟ = smut

FICS

make the tables turn ↳ Jake gets a physical and is surprised by who his doctor is.

takes one to know one ↳ Jas and Jake play a game of cat and mouse.

talking body (sneak peek) ϟ ↳ Jas' sexual frustration is at an all-time high thanks to Jake.

hands in your hair ↳ Jake didn't mean to touch Jas' hair.

delicate ✩ ↳ Jas and Jake share a tender morning moment.

never really cared (until i met you) ♧ ✩ ↳ Jas realizes there may be more to her relationship with Jake than she thought.

burst into flames for you ♧ ✩ ↳ After the mission, Jas confesses why she's been ignoring Jake.

BLURBS & DRABBLES

◦ in sickness and in health ◦ insomnia ◦ lay me down again ◦ morning coffee ◦ jealousy, jealousy ◦ checkmate ◦ meet the parents (sneak peek)

NEXT GENERATION

motion sickness ✩ ↳ The kids of our favorite characters navigate high school and crushes.

chosen family ✩ ↳ Jas and Jake get new titles thanks to their adoptive daughter.

this changes everything ✩ ↳ Jamie and Marcus go on their first date.

[bobfloydsbabe]

for jas x jake… anything related to jealousy. could be from jas or from jake! (i’m a slut for these two okay)

My darling, Elle, thank you for participating in blurb night. I, too, am a slut for Jas and Jake, but it turns out I'm not great at writing jealousy. I hope you enjoy this, regardless.

jealousy, jealousy

SUMMARY: Jake meets the green-eyed monster when some guy hits on Jas.

WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption, one mention of oral (m receiving)

WORD COUNT: 0.6k

It started with an old-fashioned.

Jas walked into the bar, making everyone turn their head to look. How could they not?

She’d gone straight to the bar to order a drink, and Jake handed his cue stick off to Coyote. He’d taken all but one step away from the pool table when some dark-haired guy sauntered up to Jas at the bar.

Jas had smiled, laughed, leaned in closer, and it really shouldn’t be a big deal. Jas had chemistry with everyone, but it was the drink Penny placed on the bar in front of her that really threw him.

An old-fashioned.

Jas never paid for her own old-fashioned.

Jake snatched the cue stick back from Coyote and lined up a shot, making a point of ignoring the shared glances between the rest of the squad.

It got worse as the night progressed. The guy kept buying drinks for Jas, and Bob refused to answer when Jake tried to pry him for information after he returned from the bar with a refill of peanuts.

“Don’t crush your bottle,” Phoenix said when he joined her, Coyote and Bob after he lost a round of pool to Rooster. “And don’t burn a hole in the back of Jas’ head. I like her more than I like you.”

He looked across the table at Phoenix on the other side of the booth and then at his white knuckles gripping the beer in his hand. “You’re funny,” he said, loosening his hold on the bottle.

“Wasn’t trying to be,” she muttered, taking a sip from her own beer.

His eyes shifted back to the bar. Jas didn’t appear the least bit uncomfortable when the guy’s lips came dangerously close to her ear.

Jake pushed his half-empty bottle towards the center of the table. “I’m getting another,” he announced, motioning for Coyote to get out of the booth to let him out.

“Hangman,” he warned.

“Javy,” he drawled, his eyes boring into those of his best friend. “Get out.”

Coyote sighed, slipping out of the booth to let him exit. He didn’t comment on the fact that Jake hadn’t finished his current drink. “Don’t do anything stupid,” he said, knowing it was a futile attempt where Jas was involved.

Jake rolled his eyes. He headed for the bar, coming up beside Jas, but he didn’t acknowledge her.

“Seresin,” she greeted. In his periphery, he saw the guy’s hand on her bare thigh and Jake wanted to throttle him.

“Doc,” he said. “Penny, dear, can I get a whiskey? Neat.”

He turned to Jas, whose brow raised slightly in a surprised expression. He looked at the guy’s dark hair and brown eyes, and wondered what made Jas let him touch her like that.

“I thought I told you not to call me that.”

Jake smirked, leaning down so his face was level with hers. He stared directly into her sharp blue eyes that looked like the stormy sea in this light. “You didn’t seem to mind when you were under me this morning.”

Jas narrowed her eyes.

The nameless guy removed his hand, standing from his seat and excused himself. Jake’s mouth turned upward. Success.

Jas rose from her seat, standing chest to chest with Jake. “I don’t recall you calling me Doc,” she said, her voice dropping low so only he could hear, “when I sucked you off this morning.”

The confident smile fell from his face as Penny placed a whiskey glass in front of him.

Jas tapped his cheek. “See you around, Seresin,” she whispered with a crooked grin and wandered off to the bathroom, leaving Jake to try to hide his growing hard on.

[bobfloydsbabe]

Hiya! Soooo, for your blurb night, may I request fluff for Jas and Jake, preferably having to do with when Jamie first calls them "mom" and "dad"? Bit odd, I know, but I need domestic fluff! 😊

Effie! Thank you so much for participating in blurb night. Believe it or not, I actually had a rough draft of something exactly like this, so I polished it up for you. Enjoy!

chosen family

SUMMARY: Jake and Jas get new titles thanks to their adopted daughter Jamie.

WARNINGS: None.

WORD COUNT: 0.65k

“Do you want me to drive you to school?” Jake asked, handing Jamie her water bottle and backpack. “Skip the bus.”

Jamie stood from the small bench in the hallway, her shoes neatly tied, and she accepted the items from Jake.

She shook her head. “Caro is taking me,” she told him with a broad smile on her face. “She’s dropping Dalia off, and they offered to take me. I already told Jas.”

Jake grinned. “Before or after her coffee?”

Jamie snorted. “After,” she said incredulously. “I don’t have a death wish.”

Jake laughed. Even though Jas’ morning moods had evened out significantly since she left the Navy, it was still best not to speak to her before her first hit of caffeine set in.

At the sound of a car horn, he opened his arms, offering Jamie a hug. She stepped right into his embrace, leaning her head on his shoulder. 

It had been five years since Jake and Jas first started fostering Jamie, and four since they adopted her. The physical affection happened slowly, but now, at 13, she gave it freely and willingly.

The horn sounded again, and Jake let go of Jamie. He brushed a loose coil of her dark hair behind her ear, but it bounced back to its original position. “Be good, kid.”

She opened the door and revealed Caro’s car parked on the street, Dalia hanging out of the passenger side window, waving at her friend and honorary uncle.

Jamie sped down the driveway. “See you later, Dad,” she shouted at him, climbing into the backseat and closing the car door.

Jake barely registered the car driving away or the front door hitting his back as it swung and tried to close.

Jamie had called him dad.

It was the first time he’d heard her say it, and his heart pounded in his chest. He had accepted, been okay with the fact that Jamie would likely never call him anything but his name. Jake wasn’t her biological father, just as Jas wasn’t her biological mother.

He sucked in a deep breath and headed back inside the house, where he still had half an hour before he needed to leave for base.

He was in a daze as he picked up the phone and called Jas, unsure if she could even answer in the middle of her shift.

“What’s up?” She asked when she picked up on the fifth ring.

“Jamie called me dad.”

The sound of rustling papers stopped, and the line went quiet. Jake heard Jas’ breathing, but not much else.

“What?”

“She called me dad,” he repeated. “Jamie called me dad.”

Jas snorted, a sound dangerously similar to that of their daughter. “You sure?”

“Yes,” he told her firmly. “Caro probably heard it, too.”

He didn’t know how he expected Jas to react, but it definitely wasn’t her laughter carrying through the phone. He’d known her for almost ten years, and they’d been married for six. He should have been able to read her by now, but he couldn’t. She surprised him at every turn, even a decade into their relationship.

Her laughter eventually died down. “It was probably a one time thing,” she said. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

Jake knew she was right. The chances of Jamie calling him dad again were slim, but he couldn’t help the tentative hope that surged at the thought of her being comfortable enough to see him as her father in more than just a legal sense.

“Just wait,” he warned, a smile creeping onto his features. “One of these days, she’ll call you mom, and we’ll have a very different conversation.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“You’re infuriating, Doc.”

She chuckled on the other end of the line, and Jake could picture her beautiful features as she did. “You’re one to talk, Seresin.”

A week later, Jasmine Lane burst into tears when Jamie called her mom for the first time.

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hands in your hair | jake 'hangman' seresin x oc

Rating: T+ Warnings: Alcohol, kissing Prompt: Running fingers through hair Requested: Yes, by @natrace Word count: ~1.4k (i blacked out) Summary: Jake doesn't mean to touch Jas' hair.

A/N: Thank you so much to Lyra, who requested this drabble, which turned out much longer than I intended. She's having a pretty shit day with people impersonating her because of her connection to me, so I thought finally posting this might cheer her up. This does not fall into the overall canon of the Turning Tables universe. Enjoy!

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They were sitting in a booth at the Hard Deck. Jas was arguing animatedly with Phoenix and Payback about something Jake wasn't even remotely interested in.

He watched Jas as she moved her hands, incensed that neither of her sparring partners was on her side. Her lips pursed as she listened to Phoenix, her nose scrunched in concentration, and her light brown hair fell over her shoulders and down her back in loose waves.

He liked her like this the most. Relaxed and free, out of that heinous uniform that made very few people look good. Actually, he liked her best when she was falling apart under him, but this image wasn't far behind.

He wanted to tell her, but Jas would tell him to fuck off. It felt like a miracle that she was even sitting next to him.

"That's just stupid," Jas huffed, clearly horrified at whatever Payback had just said.

Jake's arm was slung across the back of the booth, his eyes trained on her side profile. He wanted to touch her, feel her skin under his fingertips, and hear her sigh his name like she did when they were alone and tangled up in each other. When she called him Jake instead of Seresin.

"Whatever," Payback said, shaking his head in surrender. He got up and headed to the bar to get another beer. Phoenix followed him out of the booth and joined the rest of the squad at the pool table.

Jas turned her head to him with an incredulous look. "What do you think you're doing?"

The bottle he was raising to his lips halted halfway in the air, his brows knitting together. "I'm not doing anything."

Jas narrowed her eyes at him. She then looked over her shoulder at his hand resting on the back of the booth. "You're touching my hair."

Jake opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out as he caught a glimpse of his hand very clearly in Jas' hair.

He hadn't realized he was doing it.

He removed his hand and pulled it to himself, letting it fall back at his side. "Sorry," he muttered and took a sip of his beer. He wasn't, though, not really.

Jas held his gaze. She looked disappointed, but he had to be imagining it. There's no way he wasn't. Jas had made it very clear that what happened in her office was a one-time thing, which meant that intimate gestures like playing with her hair, intentional or not, were off-limits.

"It's okay," she finally said and turned her head back to the rest of the squad, who appeared to be discussing teams for another round of pool.

There was something in her tone Jake couldn't quite place.

She finished off her beer and moved to stand. "I need some air."

He watched her leave. She crossed the expanse of the bar at a rapid pace, ignoring Rooster when he asked her to join him for a round of darts. Jas flung the door to the deck open, and Jake watched her shoulders slump through the window the moment she was outside.

Jake caught Phoenix's eye as they flickered from the door Jas had disappeared out of to Jake, who still sat in the booth nursing a beer. She walked back towards him, ignoring Coyote's question of where she was going.

She stopped in front of the booth. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." He hadn't, and Jas said it was okay.

Phoenix didn't look convinced. "You must've done something to make her storm out of here."

Jake shrugged. "She said she needed some air."

Phoenix offered him a skeptical look, but she didn't say anything. She just went back to the pool table to continue the game, flipping Coyote off when he made a remark she didn't appreciate.

Jake replayed the conversation with Jas in his head. The only thing he'd really done was touch her hair without asking first, but it was an absentminded gesture, and Jas hadn't been mad at him, had she? She didn't seem angry, and he'd never known her to hold back.

He had to talk to her and clear the air if she was upset, so he downed the rest of his beer in one go. He got out of the booth, strolled across the bar, and out to the deck. The door clicked shut behind him, and the noise from the bar faded to the background.

He stood there for a second, enjoying the cool ocean breeze, before looking around for Jas. He found her leaning against the outer wall of the bar, looking up at the night sky. Her figure was illuminated by a porch light holding on for dear life.

It occurred to Jake, not for the first time, that she was one of the most beautiful people he'd ever seen. He could look at her forever and never get tired of it.

"You okay?" He asked and approached her.

Her eyes left the stars and found him. Her features remained schooled into chilly indifference, no indication that she was mad at him. He took it as a good sign as he stopped in front of her, feeling the heat radiate off her in steady waves.

"Yeah," she said, her eyes darting away for a second before returning to him. 

"There's something else going on," he observed matter-of-factly. Jake couldn't read her and would probably never be able to, but something told him he'd hit the nail on the head.

Jas looked down at her feet, and that's when Jake spotted the rosy tint to her neck that looked suspiciously like a fading flush.

Some part of him knew it was a bold move, but he still raised his hand and placed it under her chin to make Jas look at him. He was mesmerized by just how blue her eyes were, even in the shitty lighting of the desperate porch lamp.

 It was so out of character for her not to offer a snarky remark, and Jake was a little stunned that he was still touching her.

"I just needed some air," she finally said.

He dropped his hand, not wanting to push his luck. "Because I touched your hair or…?"

Jas groaned in frustration. "Yes."

He was missing something. He had to be. He felt like he was back in high school trying to solve equations, but the answer was just out of reach.

"Why?"

Jas groaned again, the exasperation clear on her features. She looked at him, and he watched the war in her mind raging as her pupils grew in size, making her blue irises disappear.

The realization hit him a split second before her lips crashed onto his in a searing kiss.

His hands came up to her cheeks, and he pulled her face closer to him. He wanted to feel all of her, even if he couldn't quite believe she was letting him kiss her again.

She tasted as good as he remembered.

His hands moved from her face into her hair, and she moaned into his mouth when he gripped it.

He pulled back and stared at her, surprised at his discovery. Jas' pupils were blown wider than before, and her lips were swollen from their borderline teenage make-out session.

He wanted her, had wanted her since he first laid eyes on her.

Jas raised an eyebrow, daring him to ask the question she knew was on the tip of his tongue.

He didn't, though. He loosened his grip on her hair and ran his hands through it instead. Gently, like he had inside the bar. He loved the sensation of her locks running through his fingers.

He smiled to himself at the knowledge that she liked having her hair pulled. He stored it in the box labeled Jas in the back of his mind, keeping the information for a rainy day when he'd need the upper hand. With Jas, you never knew when that would be.

For now, he leaned in again and captured her lips in a kiss that felt dangerously romantic. It lacked the fervor of the previous one.

Jake took a step back, winked at Jas, who looked ready to tear his clothes off, and walked back into the Hard Deck like nothing had happened.

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