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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 😘

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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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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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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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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

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2, 4, 6, 10, 16, 20 for Jas and Jake please!

Fe, my darling, who yelled at me for being awake at 4 am, let's talk about Jas and Jake!

2. Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late?

They're both early risers because of their jobs, but on days off Jake likes to sleep in. He tries to get Jas to stay in bed with him, but she gets antsy and restless immediately, so he lets her go. Her morning moods are legendary, but the longer they're together, the more they mellow out.

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

Jake wins this one by a long shot. He always has his hands on Jas, whether that be on her thigh, on her lower back when he's guiding her through doorways, on her waist or hip or even ass when they're standing next to each other at the Hard Deck or any other event. Jas hesitates in the beginning of their relationship because she doesn't want to seem possessive (even though she is), but she abandons that line of thought quickly. When it comes to sex, they're on equal ground.

6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?

They have a lot of make-up sex. Physical intimacy is how they reaffirm their trust and love for each other, so while it can be quick and rough, it's always done with love. Someone will say sorry, and then they'll jump each other's bones.

10. Do they share any hobbies or interests? How do these things bring them together?

Jas enjoys boxing, so she drags Jake to her gym, so they have a lot of fun going at each other. Jake takes Jas running exactly one time before giving up on her because she complained the entire time. To be honest, they don't have a lot of time for hobbies because they work so much.

16. Would they ever get matching tattoos? If yes, what would these look like?

Jas would do it in a heartbeat because she's impulsive, but there's no chance in hell Jake would do it. He doesn't strike me as a tattoo kind of guy, so it's a no.

20. How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective?

Both their love language is physical touch, although Jake also leans towards acts of service, meaning he'll cook for Jas and clean the apartment. He'll offer to get her all her favorite snacks or offer to take her to a local shelter to play with the dogs. Jas, who's fiercely independent and stubborn, hates this at first, but it's pretty effective in the end. Jas offers him a blowjob when he's upset because she's terrible at comforting people, and her skills in anything other than her job are non-existent.

Thanks for asking, babes!

[bobfloydsbabe]

I'd like to kindly ask that you share with me some headcanons or thoughts about Jas or Jamie or Lou. Pls pls pls.

How about a headcanon for each of them? You know I'm terrible at this, so who knows if these even count as headcanons? Because I sure don't.

Dr. Jasmine Lane

The first time she tells Jake she loves him, she's drunk off her ass on old-fashioneds and tequila. In the middle of the Hard Deck, she wraps her arms around his shoulders, says I love you, and kisses him senseless. Penny kicks them out before they can tear each other's clothes off in clear view of every patron in the bar. Jake's convinced she won't remember saying it the next day, but she does. She tells him again. And again and again and again.

Jamie Lane-Seresin

Jamie is great with kids. She babysits for Phoenix and Cecily all the time, and the girls are obsessed with her. She teaches Lyla to ride a bike and patiently helps Naomi with her homework. She takes them for ice cream when other kids are mean to them at school and holds them tight when they miss their moms while they're deployed. Bonus: Seeing Jamie with kids makes Marcus smile and his insides feel funny.

Lou Kinney

Lou doesn't like with her sister's husband, and it's one reason she didn't go home to Colorado after graduating college. She thinks he's controlling, narrow-minded, and downright selfish. The straw that broke the camel's back was when Carly (the sister) said she was quitting her job to be a stay-at-home mom. That was never something Carly wanted, making Lou confront her brother-in-law, but instead of listening to her concerns, he barred Lou from spending time with her niece and nephew. That's all I'm going to say for now, but it might be brought up in Linger, at some point.

This was fun and unexpected. Thanks for asking, my love!

[bobfloydsbabe]

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Hey, darling! For you, I have a little snippet from my College!AU fic for Jas and Jake. Enjoy!

Jas groaned when she walked into the kitchen and found Jake with his head halfway in the fridge.

He looked up at the sound, a grin spreading across his annoyingly handsome face. “Doc,” he greeted.

“Not a doctor yet,” Jas corrected, and reached for a solo cup. She walked over to the sink, turning the cold tap on and waited for it to cool down to an acceptable temperature.

The glow from the fridge disappeared, casting the room in low light, and Jas felt eyes boring into the back of her head. The bass boomed from somewhere in the house, making it nearly impossible to hear the faucet running, let alone Jake as he moved to stand next to her.

She felt him, though. He leaned against the counter next to her, his head crooked to the side just an inch. The corners of his mouth turned slightly upward as he watched her, but she refused to make eye contact.

She’d given into him once. She wasn’t making that mistake again.

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🌹 Hope you are having a lovely day 🥰

Hey, Beth! I'm about to go to bed, but I had a decent day. Thank you! For you, I have found some Jas and Jake banter from my College!AU fic for them. Enjoy!

“Looks like someone dropped an angel on my doorstep,” he said, a grin spreading across his face, making the skin around his eyes crinkle. He had an accent, something Southern. 

Jas snorted. “Hardly.” He opened his mouth, but she cut him off before he could speak. “Can you turn the music down? Some of us actually want to pass our midterms.”

Behind the guy, people were shouting to talk over the music. The floor looked sticky, which likely had something to do with the keg she could just about see from her spot on the steps. Some people danced, others looked like they’d rather be anywhere else.

“I have perfect recall,” the guy said, bringing Jas’ attention back to him. “I don’t need to study.”

“Good for you. Now, can you turn it down?”

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