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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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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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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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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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“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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Happy almost birthday my darling,

Here’s my idea for a hangman blurb…

Jake remembering Jas’ coffee order after hearing it once. Just stops off at a local coffee shop and immediately thinks of her and gets her exact order just to make her happy. It makes my heart swell thinking that he subconsciously just knows what to do to make her, her.

❤️ - Leah

Leah, hi! First, thank you for the birthday wish and for participating in blurb night. This prompt is perfect for Jas and Jake, and I sincerely hope you love it!

morning coffee

SUMMARY: Jake stops by Jas' office with coffee.

WARNINGS: None. It's pure fluff.

WORD COUNT: ~0.6k

It was the early morning hours before the Californian heat truly set in when Jake stepped into the small local coffee shop, hidden on a narrow side street away from the busy main road.

“Lieutenant Seresin,” Diane, the elderly owner who always smiled and wore bright pink lipstick, greeted when she saw him.

“It’s Jake to you, ma’am,” he replied, offering her his most dashing smile.

She laughed. “Such a charmer,” she commented, and took half a step through the doorway to the back to shout for her granddaughter to make coffee. Diane didn’t know how to work the espresso machine.

“Morning, Beth,” he said when the young woman came to the front, looking like she’d pulled three all-nighters in a row. She probably did.

She nodded in greeting. “Your usual?”

“Yes,” he said, glancing at the pastries lining the display. The entire shop smelt like melted butter, vanilla, and fresh coffee, making his mouth water. “Can I get a hazelnut cappuccino as well, please?”

Beth hummed her acknowledgement while Diane raised a brow. “For someone special?”

Jake laughed, his mind wandering back to the bed he’d left two hours earlier; a sea of unruly auburn hair splashed across the white sheets. “That’s one way to put it.”

Diane hummed, fixing him with a skeptical glance, but remained silent. She disappeared into the back at the sound of a timer, likely to take out a batch of croissants he would sometimes indulge in, but not today. He needed to go back to base.

Beth came to the counter with two to-go cups in her hands, one with HC on the side, so he knew which was which. “Here you go,” she said and handed them over. “Your girl has a great coffee order.”

Jake laughed again, placing a few bills on the counter before accepting the cups and taking a small sip of his. “She’s not my girl,” he protested. “But thank you. Keep the change and tell your Gran I said bye.”

“You got it.”

Jake arrived back on base, heading straight for the infirmary where he knew Jas was on her first hour of the day shift. He pushed the door open with his shoulder and immediately spotted Jas coming out of her office with her nose buried in a folder of hard-copy records. As he approached, the head nurse clocked him.

“Your boy toy’s here,” she said, accepting the folder from Jas whose brows furrowed. Jas turned her head and audibly groaned upon seeing him, eyes disappearing into the back of her head for a moment.

“Morning, Doc,” he greeted, then turned his attention to the head nurse, who leveled him with skeptical eyes. “Martha.”

She grumbled her reply before getting up and walking away, likely to check on patients or some other task he wasn’t privy to.

He turned his attention back to Jas, whose hair was tied in a tight Navy-standard bun at the nape of her neck, clad in dark blue scrubs, and her white lap coat with her name on it. Under the fluorescent lights, her blue eyes looked almost electric.

“What are you doing here, Seresin?”

“To give you this,” he said, offering the cup in his left hand.

She accepted it with narrowed eyes, but raised it to her lips and took a sip. He watched surprise and shock overtake her features as she lowered the cup and looked from it to him.

“How did you know my coffee order?”

He shrugged. “You told Bob a couple of weeks ago.”

Jas took another sip, still looking like she didn’t believe him. “And you remembered?”

Jake snorted and sipped his own coffee, offering Jas a wide grin. “It’s not a complicated order,” he said and tapped his cup against hers. “See you later, Doc.”

[bobfloydsbabe]

Jas & Jake wedding night.

And that's all I'm saying.

Anna, my love! Thank you for participating in blurb night, and for sending in this request for Jas and Jake. It is decidedly less spicy than intended, but still so them. Enjoy!

lay me down again

SUMMARY: Jas and Jake arrive home to spend their wedding night together.

WARNINGS: Suggestive themes.

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

“You better not–Jake!”

Jas yelped as he scooped her up into his arms bridal style, smile wide and vibrant on his face, and she gripped his neck to steady herself.

Jake pushed the door to their house open with his shoulder, carrying Jas across the threshold with ease before depositing her on the ground. He walked around her, sidestepping the train of her wedding dress, and closed the door, letting the silence of their shared home engulf them.

He came back to her, cheeks a little flushed from the alcohol, laughter, and dancing, but he looked so happy.

He pressed his forehead against hers, peering down into her eyes. “You look stunning,” he whispered into the darkness, his breath fanning across her face. “I’ve never wanted you more.”

Jas threw her head back, laughing at the seriousness of his tone. “We already defiled this dress once.”

“You can take it off this time,” he promised, stepping back and holding out his hand for her. “Easier access.”

He led her to the bedroom. “You’re disgusting,” she argued, wrapping her hands around his neck as he snuck his around her middle.

“And yet,” he began, placing a light kiss on her lips. “You married me.”

Jas hummed into another kiss before turning around in Jake’s embrace and sweeping her hair over one shoulder. “Help me get out of this?”

“As you wish,” he said, placing a soft kiss at her nape. He started working on the many buttons down the back of her wedding dress, and Jas could feel his frustration grow with each one.

“Jake,” she said when she finally felt the fabric loosen enough around her hips. He hummed, his hands stilling on a button at her lower back. “I can get out of it now.”

He moved his warm hands from her back to her hips, guiding her around to face him. For a moment he just looked into her eyes, and for the first time in a long time, she felt shy under his gaze.

“None of that, Doc,” he whispered, sliding his hands up arms. He grasped the straps of her dress and pulled them down until the fabric fell around her ankles, leaving her completely bare for him, save for her panties. Her dress had allowed for little else.

His eyes raking over her body sent confidence back in Jas’ system and she placed her hands on his chest, pushing him gently back towards the bed.

He was faster, though, and spun them back around, so Jas’ back hit the mattress and Jake fell on top of her in a heap of barely contained laughter and desire.

“Hey,” he mumbled against the skin of her neck. Jas snaked her arms around his shoulders and ran her fingers over the short hair at the back of his head.

She pulled what few strands she could get a hold of and made him look at her. “Hey,” she whispered back. “I love you.”

Jake grinned, wide and childlike, and he spent the rest of the night showing her that he loved her just as fiercely.

[bobfloydsbabe]

helena, my dear. i’ve been having a hard time with my sleep schedule recently so i thought that maybe you’d be up for writing about it for one of your gals, since you know how hard this is. something with their partner being there for them in any way they can, maybe trying to help them fall asleep?

lyra

Lyra, my darling, I'm so sorry you're dealing with insomnia. It's brutal, so I'm more than happy to help you with a little blurb for Jas and Jake. I hope you like it.

SUMMARY: Jake wakes up in an empty bed and wonders where his girlfriend is. Part of the Turning Tables anthology series.

WARNINGS: None! Unless you count softboy!Jake as a warning and like one passing mention of sex.

WORD COUNT: 0.6k

Jake woke in an empty bed, the spot next to him where Jas usually slept cold.

He squinted in the darkness, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the low light. Jas’ covers were thrown to the side, and the hook where her dressing gown usually hung was vacant.

He rolled over, but there was no light coming through the gap between the door and floor, so she wasn’t in the bathroom. 

Brows furrowed, he rose from the bed, slipping on the boxers he’d discarded on the floor earlier, and left the bedroom in search of his girlfriend.

The floor creaked under his footsteps as he walked down the corridor and rounded the corner into the kitchen and living room.

He found Jas in the armchair by the large windows facing her backyard. Next to her, on the little side table, stood a steaming mug that made the whole room smell like lemon and ginger.

The floorboards creaked again, and Jas turned her head, catching his eye over her shoulder.

She offered him a faint smile. “Hey,” she whispered.

“What are you doing up?” His voice was still heavy with sleep, and he rubbed his eyes, trying to get some crusty bits out.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she said and gestured to the mug. “I thought some tea might help.”

Jake came around the chair and kneeled down in front of Jas, placing his hands on her thighs. He could already see the dark circles forming around her eyes. “And did it help?”

She shook her head. “I’m still awake, aren’t I?”

He let out a breathy chuckle and placed a gentle kiss on her knee. “Yeah,” he agreed, and rose from his crouched position. “Come back to bed?”

Jas eyed his stretched-out hand with a skeptical look, but took it, and let him pull her up. He pecked her lips, savoring the taste of her for a moment, and laced their fingers together. The tea forgotten, he led her back to the bedroom.

Jake watched her shrug off her robe, revealing her naked skin underneath. Smooth and milky white, no hint that she lived in the near constant sunshine and heat that California provided.

“Quit staring at my ass, Seresin,” she said, putting the robe on the hook and crawled into bed.

He chuckled but said nothing, and laid down next to her, his hands finding her waist and he pulled her close. Jas leaned into him, her cheek resting on his chest, right where his heart danced for her.

He traced featherlight patterns on her bare back. “What’s got you awake?”

Jas sighed, her breath hitting his chest. “I don’t know,” she said, hesitating. “I just can’t seem to get comfortable.”

Jake pressed his lips into her hair, maybe hoping to lull her into sleep or soothe the anxious energy that radiated off her.

“I know a way to help you sleep.”

He couldn’t tell in the darkness, but he was sure she rolled her eyes at him, knowing exactly what he was suggesting.

“I’m not having sex with you just so I can sleep.”

Laughter rumbled deep in his chest and he tightened his grip on Jas, still absentmindedly brushing his fingers along her spine. “Worth a shot,” he mumbled. 

Silence spread through the bedroom, and Jake’s eyelids felt heavier by the second, but Jas seemed no closer to falling asleep than before, and he hated that he didn’t know how to help her.

“Hey, Jake,” she whispered.

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, feeling her breath on his chest again as she exhaled. “I love you too.”

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[bobfloydsbabe]

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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!

[bobfloydsbabe]

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Hey hey hey, Yanna! For you, I have a little exchange between Jas and Jake from my College!AU story. I’m feeling generous, so this is long 😅

Jas turned her attention back on the guy in front of her.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he said. “If you—“

“No,” Jas said.

He frowned. “You didn’t hear my deal.”

“And yet my answer is no,” she retorted, and turned to leave. “Just turn it down.”

“No.”

Jas stopped, one foot on the first step of the stairs. She cast her eyes towards the clear, night sky, and took a deep breath before turning back around the face the guy.

“What do you mean, no?”

He smirked, wide and confident, like he’d never been told no a day in his life. He probably hadn’t.

He took a sip from the solo cup, taking few steps onto the front stones. “No, I won’t turn the music down.”

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[bobfloydsbabe]

The college!AU currently sits at 1.2k words and I've barely started. This is gonna be a long one...

let me introduce you to college fratboy jake