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18y/o, Love Nina Simone, Obessed with Jake Seresin

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Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

Tom“Iceman” Kazansky

Pete“Maverick” Mitchell

TK and PM

Jake“Hangman” Seresin

Bradley“Rooster”Bradshaw

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wtf is his issue? i mean i know

[inthemere]

Toby Ziegler walked into the presidents office said “Your father beat you didn’t he Mr. President” completely unprompted and then sent Bartlet into a four day insomnia spiral so bad he needed to see a therapist over it

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toby literally could’ve said anything else to President Bartlet btw. BEST PLAN WAS let’s bring up the president childhood trauma and expand on the fact that the President perfectionism and wanting to be liked . Is because everytime the president looks into the mirror he sees the reflection of every version of himself that got hit for being to smart or for being arrogant— versions that were smart enough but not good enough for his father— .

the president who’s been in politics for thirty plus years isn’t afraid of debating or coming of like a yankee elitist . Its the fact he wants to be liked because his father never liked him, all Jed wants is to be liked. Hes afraid his words and his intellect will push people away from liking him, just like his father the intelligent headmaster of a prep school.

needed to yap as this is a touchy subject for me.

[southofeerie]

it’s them

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Soft Touch | J.S

During an argument between you and Jake you flinch from him, an accidental reflex thats been ingrained in your head since childhood.

Pairing: Jake‘Hangman’ Seresin x Fem Reader

✩ warnings : references to domestic violence, past abusive relationship, references to reader childhood trauma, generational domestic violence, the cycle of abuse taught through generations hurt+ comfort+ angst, arguments, protective jake seresin, mentions of unamed characters deaths(bad guys), reader almost died, injuries, navy inaccuracy, medical inaccuracy,

✩ AN: Went back to my roots, also dont like how I wrote this but its been in my dust chamber for months and I got the sudden urge to finish it.(SN: grammar edits+ i looked at my word counter wrong, 07/18/25 posting date the WC was 2.9K. I looked at this morning— 07/19/25 its actually 2.4.K. I apologize to anyone whos already read this or reblogged I switch #s alot idk why. )

✩ Word Count : 2.4K

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He’s irritated with you.

Doesn’t take genius to know Jake angry at you. You can tell by the way his jaw clenches, the rough tone he uses when you first walked onto the tarmac. The silence your met with after leaving Cyclone office— he doesn’t dare talk you as you both walk to the infirmary. He might be angry at you but he doesn’t leave your side the entire time your arms being wrapped because of the injury you got from ejecting.

You deserve to be on the receiving end of Jakes anger.

The mission would’ve been easier to finish if there hadn’t been bandits waiting for you.

Jake tries to cover his anger with a small smile. You know him to well know what hes like when he’s angry; graduated the academy with him and you’ve been married seven years. He really does try— but he can’t not this time- not when he almost lost the love of his life.

Your sitting on the infirmary bed holding up your bandaged arm. You and him have been standing in silence for atleast twenty minutes neither of you know what to say. Or atleast Jake knows because its sitting on the tip of tongue-been itching chew you out; your surprised hes lasting this long.

The medicine the doctor gave you is beginning to work it way through your system. Making you grow tired- making you lose the ability to control the words that come out your mouth.

Blowing out a breath your watching Jake pace back and forth. He doesn’t even realize your staring at him, his anger desperately crawling up his stomach waiting to be released.

"Jake I-”.

“You made a stupid decision”. he growls cutting you off without hesitation- there it was the anger you’ve waiting for. He’s shaking his head at you, “Not only was it stupid but you risked your life and your backseaters-how could you?”.

You wished Jakes words didn’t hurt so much. Yet he’s wrong and he knows it, had you not did what you did— the navy would’ve burying two of its commanders. Jake just angry it wasn’t him flying the mission- he hates not being center of attention. “That stupid decision I made saved lives and the mission”. You feel the anger deep in your gut, “Thats not fair Jake”.

“Yknow whats not fair?”. His jaw clenched, “Watching the love of my life continuing her misson despite knowing the consequences”. The pacing starts to slow down. Jake acting like this your first mission flying blind— like you aren’t trained to find another way.

“But that didn’t happen Jake, Hawkins and I made sure of it”. You nearly roll your eyes— your husband is the last person to talk, he flys almost completely like Maverick. The rational side of you wants just agree with Jake just to end the argument, but a combination of anger and ego is preventing you from doing so.

Jake throws his up arms in the air. “You don’t think I know that Y/n. but that was just luck on your side”. He runs a hand through his messy hair- his lips in a straight line.

“Its because I’m good at being a pilot Jake”. your voice rises, “Your forgetting the promise we made eachother years ago. What happened to work not being personal?” that got his attention- he stands still, giving you a glare.

He inhaled.“What you did was irresponsible”, you can hear the anger bleeding into Jakes tone.

“Jake I did my job, something you’ve done plenty times”. you huff out a laugh, “Can’t believe your angry over this”. You make a hand gesture to the arm you had in the sling. He of all people should know what you did, you shouldn’t have to explain yourself to your husband.

It would be different if Jake Seresin wasn’t pilot just like you. He and you on the same squadron, a dream team of pilots and wso’s were called back for the uranium mission, by Admiral Kazanksy on his deathbed.

The successful mission led you all to become a permanent squadron by Cyclone a decision your now starting to believe was mistake. Working with the man you love the most might be to close for comfort. You promised eachother that you wouldn’t allow your jobs to compromised by emotions.

A job you two both failing miserably at.

What if this was all a mistake being with him?

Maybe you two weren’t a match made in heaven.

Jakes goes to opens his palm up wanting to fix his messy hair. He sweated out his hair gel waiting in the comms room watching his wife playing cat and mouse with death.

The worst and only advice your mom ever gave you comes to mind. “Let him hit you baby, it makes it easier for later”. While saying that she was icing her face with your dad half emptied beer bottle. he had shoved her in a fit of rage and left six year old you on floor with her stoically smiling and she grabbed the closest coldest thing; the thing that riled his anger up, how ironic is that.

“I was so fucking scared you know that right?” Jake shakes his head at you, though his soft voice is betraying his lack of anger. He reaches his hand towards your face, Jake needed to feel you—needed to make sure you were real.

You close your eyes, out of reflex your hands fly in your face. “It's easier to hide bruises below the face”. You take step back from him, hoping the distance between you two will the slow down the impact of his hits. Give you chance to escape from him—can’t do much with your arm fucked up. Old lessons, well really sounds you can hear your mom feet padding against the floor as she ran through the hallway from your drunken angered dad. Her feet heavy, though her screams louder- almost shaking the house. But by then she would calm down and accept it as she learned no one was coming to help her, neither could you- what help can a nine year old possibly offer to her abused mother?

You couldn't fight him no where near physically abled to, and your mother refused 911; thats wasn't an option in your home. "Sweetheart we dont waste the good people on me okay. Daddy juice just makes him angry, mama knows how to take hits, and one day you will to". Your mother meant well but little did she know or she did know and just couldn't care as she was victim of longterm violence, she taught you to take hits, which you've done at eighteen through twenty one with Bobby, the second time a man shoved you was at the academy. Mama trained you to take a hit and move on with life, "My daisy, block the hits with your hands because hand bruises can be blamed on anything basic, put them down so he can get hits in- that'll calm him and makeup is easiest to you use once you learn".

So if Jake hits you just let it go, he could be worse. If hes anything like daddy he'll go for the stomach and leave you on the floor before ordering you to get up because the pain isn't that bad- he didnt use all his strength, the world doesnt stop spinning because of a gut punch. Jakes a great guy he wouldn't leave you on the infirmary floor- this is the workplace. He worked to hard to lose his job to cover up injuries when he wasn’t on deployment to much to do to cover his tracks over you.

You feel it was like eternity waiting for the hit to happen you almost want to say something make him hit you to get over with. Yet he doesn't because he's Jake Seresin, he's the man who would rather dive a fighter jet into a volcano before laying a hand on you in anger, to physically hurt you.

So when you get in Jakes face, eager to resolve the issue between you and him, eager for the pain to be over. "Y/n just let him hit you, it's easier the pain goes away after the first couple hits", your mother words echoed in your head. Jake does what he does best recognizing something isn't right, especially when it's his girl- hes known you for ten years, married for seven it doesn't take rocket science for him know to something wrong. He knows Y/n Seresin , because you know him somewhere in your mind- you know he won't hurt you. But the adrenaline crashing from the ejection, the past wiping your present away- itching to pull you back to your violent filled childhood and young adulthood. Your body forgets Jake isn't pain so your hands go up in defense, using mama words as muscle memory.

Jake instantly recoils, bringing his hand back to his sides. The anger that been rumbling in gut was gone, his shoulders instantly sagging— a sad expression worn on his face.

“My girl", Jake voice wobbled which was never happened the texan man was always certain, being unconfident wasn't something he did. His texan accent changes, the vowels become more sharper yet instead of anger or confidence its sadness. His knees weak, his throat thick with fear, grief? he doesn't know which one yet.

His term of endearment pulls you from the thickness of the past back to the present. You feel horrible for the pain you just caused Jake. You go to open your mouth, a sorry on the edge of your tongue “Jake-", though you dont get the chance to because he cuts you off, his eyes sad.

"Did you think I hurt ya?", his accent rolls off his tongue much thicker than earlier, his eyebrows furrow but it's not anger, it's something else. "Beautiful Girl did you think I lay a hand on you?", he chokes out, because how could you ever think that.

"God no" you say quickly but it comes out sharper than its supposed to. You yourself recoil again but it's not out of fear, it's shame filling your bones. Your breathing shaky because your in your husband bubble, "Im so sorry Jake", your breath shook on each vowel, which probably made Jake think your were hiding your fear for him, making your gut roll with sadness and shame even more.

Putting your hands in-front of your face and backing away was an involuntary reflex something you learned as a little girl, you watched mama do it so many times, Nana May told your stories of her own. You yourself used it in the past, its from watching your dad hunt mama down until she was underneath him cowering in fear, face covered in blood and bruises- her body curled in a fetal position. How many times did you sit on the tub watching her clean and stitch herself up?, or how many times was it so bad Nana May came over and did it herself?

You didn't have to tell Jake why you flinched from him, why you backed away from him when his hands went up. Which is why it made everything much worse, because to Jake his movements mimic your past so much that your brain blurred him and all the violent from your past together, which hurt him more than watching you eject almost. Your brain tried to protect you from your protector- the man who loved you so much he would scream it from the rooftops until his throat went hoarse and even then Jake Seresin would do it until his voice was completely gone .

He backs away from you, your eyes widen in fear did your traumatic past, your selfishness from today push your husband to his breaking point?

"My girl", Jake voice breaks a soft smile tugs at his lips which confuses you even more than before. Your husband; Jake stands at exactly six feet—towers over you easily because your 5'5 puts nearly eighteen inches between the two of you. Him towering isn't a indimating technique, he doesn't back away to prepare a hit hes doing something else, something from a long time ago. "You know I'd never hurt you right?", Jake showing you he isn't a threat, it's something he did nearly a decade ago on the USS Reagan during a heated exchange and you flinched the first time you and him got into a argument before you two started dating. Thats when you learned Hangman was just a fake persona to throw people off his trail of actually giving a damn and caring of others.

You tilt your head giving him a watery smile, you almost sob but you refuse to. "Yeah I do, I know you never hurt me Jake", you whisper voice dry from being in the air, from refusing to allow the vicious sob to escape from your mouth. Jake nods he puts his hand out, giving you the choice to take it and you fully know he wouldn't be offended if you don't but you do because you miss his touch.

You grab his hand and he pulls into his chest gently your face pushed into his chest as you sob finally. He spends that time rubbing his hand up and down your back, maybe its the medicine finally kicking in or its the fact your brain and body recognize Jake as someone whos safe because your next thing your doing is yawing into Jakes chest as your crying begins to die down, your sobs no longer bubbling in your chest.

Your knees buckled in tiredness, Jake scoops you up into a places you in the cot behind you both. The cot isn't meant to fit the two of but Jake Seresin just got his girl back so protocol and comfort be damned - he places you in the cot first, laying you down with precision and gentleness. Jake climbs in behind you pressing a kiss into your injured shoulder softly. You relax fully, sleep seeping into your bones unable to form words anymore the medicine taking over now that your'e finally comfortable. Though words cant be formed doesnt mean you dont try to anyway, "Cowboy I love you", your words slurring as sleep takes you.

Jake chuckles, smiling ear to ear despite being exhausted himself. "I love you too Beautiful Girl".

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kiss me back to life | b.b

warnings: medical condition, (medical inaccuracy), major illness: brain cancer, mentions of malignant brain tumor, cancer diagnosis ,mentions of cancer symptoms, memory loss, weight loss,hallucinations, mentions of vomiting, hurt/comfort, both reader and bradley need a hug, past parental death ,ambiguous ending

Summary: This wasn’t supposed to be happening again; Bradley Bradshaw has gone through this twice first mom, then Uncle Ice now Y/n. He recognized the symptoms like the back of his hand, the throwing up, losing weight, lack of hunger— the love of his life had cancer.

author note: nothing else to do but to hurt hearts. i got carried away guys my bad. i have so many issues but besides the point do we like this?, please excuse the medical inaccuracies, i used google as a doctor.

word count: 1.4k

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Ten Months Ago

He should’ve known better.

It took six weeks before Y/n made an appointment despite Bradley insistence and worrying. His gut filled with worry when he came home to vomit stenched bedroom, despite the warnings signs Bradley had to remind himself his wife knew her body better than anyone else.

If only Bradley had went against your wishes and dragged you to the emergency room. You probably still be here and not there.

Would’ve the circumstances changed—does catching cancer six weeks earlier do anything?

The first symptom was right in Bradley face, yet he ignored it. The first time it happened Bradley chalked it up from being feverish, he thinks back to when you were caught talking to your dead grandpa Ben. He was such a damn idiot sometimes, Bradley brought up to you once you seemed to better, yours symptoms had eased. “Bradley baby… it was the fever and cold flu medicine talking that’s all”.

What you told Bradley technically wasn’t a lie, but it neither the truth either. Your memory had been slipping and talking to Grandpa Ben wasn’t the first instance.

Y/n kept forgetting small things, things that could easily blamed on being forty and stress. Like the other day you almost drove Nevada by accident trying to make it home after work.

Back to back meetings about numbers can do that to a person. A lie you told yourself to keep you going, but really its fueled by your inability to book an simple appointment with a doctor. You didn’t have the guts for a doctor to tell you had six weeks to six months to live.

The next couple of days your symptoms that seemed to go away come back worse. Bradley starting to get worried about you for the past month and half, while you’ve been ignoring your symptoms. Bradley noticed your pale skin, your significant weight loss. California sun not tanning you like it used to, the food you do eat you either struggle finish it or keep it down.

Being stubborn prevented you from listening to your body like any normal person would.

“Baby I’m telling you something isn’t right”- hes been growing irritated these past couple of weeks with you. You refuse to listen to him despite him being right. You don’t have the strength to look over your shoulder and glare back. The headaches you’ve been getting recently have been debilitating, you been popping ibuprofen like crazy nearly toeing line of the recommended limit.

“And I’m telling you Bradley m’fine”. You turn around facing him, attempting to give him a reassuring smile. Your walking towards him, the nausea that was once easy to ignore was getting worse. “Lemme get in the shower and then we can talk, please?”. Your tone almost pleading— Bradley eyes grow softer.

“Alright baby, you go shower and I’ll start dinner”. Bradley grabs you by your hand and pulls closer to him. There goes the nausea again getting in the way of your life. He holds you onto dear life almost, “I’m sorry baby, I just hate seeing you in pain thats all”.

With your remaining energy left you tug Bradley towards you pulling the tall man into arms. Which barley works because the man infront is six feet tall- a whole foot taller than you. The shower you were supposed to be taking doesn’t happen.

“I’m going to be fine Bradley Bradshaw”. Your hands caressing both sides of his face, Its hidden beneath his anger but you know why he so eager for you to book an appointment quickly. “Whatever bad stuff your think Bradley get it out your head”. Your voice soft yet demanding.

Losing Carole Bradshaw hurt him so much.

Bradley pushes his head into the crook of your neck, a couple of tears manage to break free. You two stand in much needed silence, while being stubborn you selfishly forget your husband isn’t doing this as a I told you so- its because Bradley can’t lose you like he lost his mom.

Despite being strong Bradley knows his soul and mind can’t suffer through losing another person he loves to cancer.

The doctor appointment goes fine. You try to remain calm and think of the positives— Bradley took off this entire week refusing to leave you alone at your appointment.

“Y/n why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t see anything”. Bradley asked you, worried.

“Bradley it only happens after I get those headaches in the morning thats all”.

The doctor just nods not interested to get in the argument himself. He tells you and Bradley that the biopsy results will be ready within the next two weeks and he’ll schedule an appointment to discuss the results. The doctor doesn’t give you any indication of what he thinks is wrong with you.

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“I’ll get straight to it Y/n, the results we received on your biopsy isn’t what we hoped”. You close your eyes for a minute, you expected the results to be something - but not this. Bradley gets up from his seat in the doctor office unable to sit comfortably anymore.

Your breathe hitches, your lucky enough to be sitting down because if your weren’t you’d be on the ground by now.

“Okay”, tears forming your eyes. Bradley standing behind you presses a kiss onto your head.

“Its Anaplastic Astrocytoma, a grade 3 malignant brain tumor. Y/n, Bradley this is treatable with chemotherapy and surgery but in order to that we have to start chemotherapy as soon as possible”. You lose the ability to even think right, this has to be some sort of sick-evil joke.

“Y/n, Y/n”. Bradley places his hand over your shoulder regaining your attention, your at lost of words. “Baby the doctor talking you about treatment plans”. Bradley voice is soft yet theres a slight tremble.

“Now Y/n I want you understand the chemotherapy, and surgery will be hell to recover from ,your body will be going through rigorous changes. Is this something your prepared for?”. You glance at Bradley as he’s mindlessly tapping foot waiting for your answer. “Now the cancer you have isn’t curable but its treatable— if anything the treatment prolongs your life”.

Your mind sputters over the question. You have no idea if your prepared to do any of it— the chemo, the surgery. You’ll be spending days vomiting because of the chemotherapy, you’ll spend days in bed because your strength and energy will be diminished from everything. At one point you’ll become bed ridden from the pain- no longer able to take care of yourself.

Knowing Bradley he’ll wanna be there everyday, because he’s so goddamn selfless. He gonna wanna hold your hair up—shave your hair for you, bathe you, feed you. You won’t be independent anymore, Bradley going want put in for time off for you— you’ll be fully dependent on Bradley which is something you can’t fathom doing to him.

The answer you give changes you and Bradley future no matter what . “If I go the route of treatment how long will I survive?”. You began fiddling with your wedding ring, you don’t dare look at Bradley once the sentence leaves your mouth.

“If Y/n— if,?” Bradley ask you, out of the corner of eye you see him suck his teeth and shake his head at you.

The doctor looks between the two of you, “Y/n if you choose to get treatment your survival rate is nearly 60 %, now without treatment your looking at dying within the next five to twelve months depending how your body handles it.”

“I still don’t have a answer for you Doctor L/n”, you ignore Bradley glancing at you incredulously.

“You can’t decide if you want to live or die Y/n really?”, Bradley snaps- running his hand through his hair. “What about me Y/n, did forget about the wedding ring on your finger while your at it?”.

“Of course I didn’t Bradley, I’m the one who’s gonna to be in pain regardless of what option I pick, you heard him didn’t you?, the chemo and surgery just prolong my life— I’ll still be suffering with the treatment!”. It’s your turn to be frustrated, “I’m not being selfish Bradley, I’m being realistic”.

“Damn it Y/n Bradshaw”, Bradley chews on the inside of his cheek, he’s losing his wife one way or another. “Choose what you think is best baby”.

Regardless of what his wife picks, Bradley Bradshaw made a promise to her twenty two years ago— till the very end Mrs. Bradshaw.

“You ever think we end up here baby?”.

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Lover Boy | J.S

prompt: "I can never figure out what you want from me..." credit: @delusionisaplace

tw: ons-> lovers, fucking your enemy turned friend ex gf, curse words, insecurities, self esteem issues, jealousy, jealousy- induced love confession, angst with happy ending

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“Bradshaw wasn’t a good enough fuck?” Jake asks you.“I know Birdman goes slow but jesus darlin I don’t have fucking horse stamina”. You almost allow a laugh to escape.

“Not even three seconds after fucking me you start talking about Bradley”, you can see his jaw tightening—jealous bastard. “This is the last time Jake”. you murmur, but like usual he ignores you.

Like usual you two find a way back into eachothers bed.

“Darlin I’m just reminding you of what you could’ve had-if I gotten you first, if only you let me take you home like i asked you to”—he smirks giving you his notorious grin.

“Any other time Jake you fuck me and let me leave in silence whats different about tonight?”your voice heavy with curiosity. You figure Jakes silence is a answer,

This isn’t like Jake Seresin, the Jake you know only has one thing on his mind— one night stands. You don’t bring a man home like Jake and expect to wake up to him in the morning laying next to you. Its expected that he either leaves right after sex or after a hour atleast.

“Sweetheart you can’t tell me this isn’t getting tiring, and no I don’t mean the sex part”. You nibble at your bottom lip conflicted if you should be honest with Jake or lie until he believes you. Wanting to choose the second option, afraid if you lay out your heart for Jake to see, he’ll leave you in the dust. “C’mon Y/n I know you’ve thought about this before”.

“Look Jake, I admit I like the idea of us— but the foundation of this relationship would be. based on us being fuck buddies”. Jake raises an eyebrow, might be the first time you’ve seen the texan man so shocked. Your both full of surprises.“If we go forward with this relationship, what about Bradley?”

Bringing up Bradley again seems to make Jake stop dead in his tracks. He can’t get mad you, because your right— what type of man would Jake be if he brought around Bradley ex- girlfriend, especially with them finally being neutral towards one another. It took a decade in half for those two be eachother presence without any conflict.

Yet Jake was willing to throw all away for you.

Whats Jake angle here, Is this a way to get back at Bradley?

Despite ending nearly twenty years of conflict between them, it be a boost to Jakes ego to be walking around with the girl his teammate once had. Hell any man would feel immense amount of pride if they finally got the girl they lost to another man, you almost shivered at the thought of this being a sick game Jake made up in his head, did he really love you or did he love the idea of competing with Bradley.

“You must really think I enjoy being the asshole every time?”. Jake scoffs, then again what he can expect from you- he’s asshole in the skies and on the ground. Jake Seresin is man who threw the death of a mans father in face just to get rise out of him. “If you think I want to betray my teammates trust, you must not really know me at all”.

Its to damn early to be expressing this much feelings for a man who you see a couple times out of the month, the sun barley even out and here you are on the brink of letting the confession thats sitting on the tip of your tongue slip.

Laying in the bathtub that belongs to the man you swear you don’t have feelings for.

“Well Jake I don’t know you”. you softly glare at him, “Only person I know is Hangman— the man that leaves everyone hanging”. Your stomach in knots wondering what made Jake want to have this conversation in the first place. You can’t just outright say your in love with him, you can’t just say it- thats insanse. “You haven’t given me the chance remember?”

“I don’t do girlfriends, If you want one nightstand Im your guy— you need a distraction from reality im your guy”.

Jake shakes his head at the accusation, “And I should have, I should’ve fought harder for you”. He perched aganist his bathroom sink, “He didn’t deserve Y/n and you know that”. He whispers, yet the heat behind the words betray how Jakes really feeling.

“Back to Bradley again”, you scoot closer to him despite being in a tub filled with bubbles.“Why are you so obsessed with him, is it because he had what you wanted?”. His posture changes from calm to defensive, his arms are crossed over eachother, his jaw clenched again.

“Yknow darlin for someone who always one step ahead you sure as hell aint right now”. His tone dripping with anger, “I’m not jealous of Bradshaw, I’m angry because he hurt the girl I love”.

“Damn it Y/n”, Jake hissed as he pushes himself off the sink. You need second to think, first you and Jake are seconds away from a argument and now hes telling you he loves you.

Only you don’t get the chance to think more, Jake slips himself into the bathtub with you, theres no inches between you two— like its a reflex your head is in the crook of Jakes neck.

“Darlin”, Jake whispers into your ear, “I’ve been in love with you for awhile now”, the water spills over the tub.

“I’m love with you too Jake, I just didn’t want say it and be for nothing”. You twiddle with a strand of your wet hair, anxious of what Jakes going to say next. Jake grabs your hand into his, he traces a finger over your hand.

“Lets just stay like this for minute baby”.

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author note: 25 Album by Adele came on and the plot bunny crossed my mind,Enjoy 😊

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To Be Loved | B.B + J.S

T/W: 2+1 fic, past abusive relationship, hurt|comfort, cheater bradley, self esteem issues, dub con— sexual assault the reader never in the right headspace, coercion— bradley emotionally manipulates the reader into having sex bradley pulls the reader hair, he also chokes the reader despite her knowing she doesn’t like it , no aftercare, kissing but its fluffy, pre-top gun maverick, allusions to jake childhood

Summary: Two times Bradley makes you cry and one time he doesn’t.

important note: this fic is heavily about abuse, which can be very triggering I think I put a trigger warning for everything but If I haven’t please tell me. - PLEASE BE CAREFUL -

A/n: finally back with a fic i really wanted to a do a b.b x reader fic by im still on a Jake kick, so why not kill two birds with one stone?, also i wrote it pre- tpgm bcus i couldn’t figure out how to write jake being the boyfriend to his teammate ex girlfriend.

Word Count: 2.2k

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one.

Its started a few days after celebrating another successful mission pulled of by the dagger squad.

You watched the brunette woman hanging off your boyfriend arm the entire night. Bradley spent his entire time in her face, laughing at her jokes—smiling at her when she suggests taking her home. “Remind me next time Rachel”. His words left a sour taste in your mouth after hearing them. Bradley says it with no hesitation— it rolls of his tongue so confidently that you believe he truly will do it next time. Little did you know that Bradley would stay true to his word.

You should’ve know better.

Past relationships taught you, you’d never be the woman men stayed for. Your the woman they leave for a prettier woman, a smarter woman— the woman who deserves to hang off their arm. Your the woman men need for a quick fuck—not an actual relationship. You naively thought Bradley loved you—that he enjoyed being with you.

Nothing would fix your relationship with Bradley, no amount of fucking— apologies could fix what you broke between you and him. If only you tried harder to keep him happy, to keep him. Why did you let her into you and his bubble— why didn’t you tell her off?

Probably because it been weeks since Bradley looked at you with a smile. Anytime you met his gaze he seemed so irritated with your presence. His jaw clenches whenever you go on for to long about your workday. There were more signs, weeks ago you stood in the mirror putting on his favorite lingerie set. Out of the corner of your eye, Bradley had been wrinkling his nose in digust.

You just wanted Bradley to be happy, hated being the reason of why he’s been so upset lately. You do anything to make Bradley happy again even if it meant him fucking another woman.

You get jealous when you find a newly bought engraved necklace in Bradleys nightstand. You’d been looking for extra batteries for the remote, you get startled by the perfectly wrapped necklace in the drawer. Running your fingers over the initials, small tears fall from your eyes. B+R— To be loved.

He bought her the necklace you asked for three christmases ago. You wanted to walk around with piece of him every where you went.

Sitting on the bed with the necklace dangling in your hands. Its a beautiful piece of jewelry for a beautiful woman— no wonder why he bought for Rachel and not you.

You slip the necklace back into its case, sliding it back into Bradley drawer.

“Darlin just your smile alone makes me want retire early”. He smiles into your hairline, “fuck”. he muttered, how Bradley supposed wake up in the morning and leave this gorgeous woman behind.

Bradley swore to you nothing whatever make him leave you, your body changing, pressure from his job—a woman.

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two.

You don’t remember much of what happened. One minute Bradley has you forgetting your own name— making you screaming till your throat dry. The next minute your laying there in pool of your own tears, shivering with fear.

He pressed his hand down too hard on your throat. Bradley knows how much you hate any pressure being on it—“Me and Rachel do this all the time baby”.

“Just lay there and stay quiet baby”, Bradley shushes you and you can’t but stare in awe in at the affection hes giving you. For once your making him happy, for once its you on his mind instead of Rachel.

“B-Bradley?” your trying to lay still like he told you to but you can’t help the anxious feeling cursing through your veins when his grip on your throat gets tighter.

Can’t take a little pain Y/n?

“Baby stop whining, I know it been awhile but jesus”. He sighs, and you feel so upset at how pathetic you sound, he just wants to be happy and your not letting him. “Jesus Y/n stop moving”. he rolls his eyes at the sound of you whimpering.

Your face heats up in embarrassment, you weren’t good like used to be. You stifle the sob thats crawling up your throat threatening to escape.

Just stay calm.

Just stay quiet.

But you can’t, your vibrating with so much fear that it makes Bradley more angrier than before. “If your not gonna fucking stay still”, he hisses at you spit flying all over your face, “I’ll glady take myself over to Rachels”.

Your breathing picks up at the mention of her name, you don’t want Bradley leave again— you just got him back again.

You can’t tell if he’s touching you anymore.“Fuck Y/n”

The bed dips as Bradley crawls off of you, his footsteps are heavy with anger. You hear him moving around in the bathroom, the water turning on.

Bradley leaning over you staring at you with a confused look. You think he’s trying to figure out how to pick you up and take you to the bathroom with him.

But he isn’t.

He toss a rag at you, “I don’t want stains on the bed”, Bradley tone is harsh, he’s already walking back to the bathroom, he doesn’t stay to see if you give him a response. He doesn’t wait and see if your okay.

The sob you’d been holding back finally escapes, but it hurts when it does. You can still feel Bradley finger nails digging into your throat-it even hurts to swallow air.

Your skin hurts after you clean yourself with the dry washcloth Bradley gave you. You don’t have enough energy to stand and walk to the nearest sink and run the washcloth under water.

Your eyes must’ve been closed for a while

The bathroom door opens, Bradley standing in the doorway with his toothbrush in his mouth— shaking a towel through his wet curly hair. You meet his eyes and he seems so disappointed in you— you can’t do anything right Y/n.

He moves around the room, grabbing clothes from the drawer to make an outfit. You decide it best to lay there in silence— you can tell Bradley not in the mood to talk , especially not now.

When Bradley does decide to speak to you, he leaning aganist the doorway with his arms crossed over one another. You assume that he draws his eyebrows together at how disheveled you looked.

Your skin is paled and clammy- when’s the last time you’ve had water, food?

Your hair matted from Bradley pulling and tugging at it the entire time. Your scalp sore even when your trying to flip on the less sore side of your head.

“I’m going out Y/n”, his tone flat. Going out doesn’t mean spending time with Phoenix anymore, he’s missed months of Hard Deck nights. It means going to her house, laying in bed with her,fucking her.

He leans off the doorway walking away leaving you in silence. It sounds like Bradley almost stopped at the sounds of your sobs, like he almost cared that you were in pain. His footsteps become out of ear shot—your sobs get louder.

There’s no point of holding them back anymore.

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three.

Jake Seresin can do alot of things without care, being asshole to his teammates— leaving them behind, picking up random women from the hard deck and having a one night stands.

What he can’t do is watch the love of his life struggle to believe that she’s capable of being loved.

“Just the thought of sex makes me uncomfortable”. Your head laying across Jake stomach, he running his fingers through your hair. “I might not be comfortable for awhile Jake, and if you don’t want that I suggest you—”. Jakes cuts you off, he presses a kiss into your skull, you began to fumble for words.

“Sweetheart”. Jake’s pushing himself from the laying position he was in, his head aganist the headboard. You can’t help but notice the flick the anger that passes through Jakes face , a lump fear settles in your throat-you can’t fault him for being angry at you.

“Did you really think I leave you just like that?”. You can’t tell if Jake really wants you to answer the question because he cares, or because he’s seconds away from hitting you. You figure its because he cares, since his jaw isn’t clenched, he’s not rolling his eyes at you and he hasn’t raised his voice yet.

“I’m sorry Jake”, tears glistening in your eyes—“I know you never would I-I don’t know, can you forgive me”. A couple of tears slide down your face, Jake raises his hand towards your face wanting to wipe the tears away. You almost flinch, forgetting that the man next to you isn’t him— the man next to you despite the rumors is the kindest man known to man, he would rather walk through fire than hurt you.

Its breaks Jakes heart to see Y/n look so distraught. Nothing will ever make Jake Seresin leaves his girl, not even death. He knows about his doll ex-boyfriend, he knows how much that asshole made Y/n feel so little about herself, Jake knew if he ever saw the son of bitch he throw his entire career away just to beat the shit out of him.

His Y/n comes first.

“Jake I-” you started.

“Baby”. Jake pushes himself off the headboard, pulling your head under his chin. “Gotta stop apologizing for things you didn’t do doll— I wish I could put my hands on the man who hurt you”. Jake laces his fingers into yours-“You shouldn’t be sitting here questioning my love for you”. Your head hangs low, your ashamed of yourself for thinking so lowly of Jake.

You can’t help it, he you told all the sames things just the words were different from Jakes. Its only a matter of time until Jake comes home smelling different, till he pushes you away– he can’t stand the sight of you.

Somehow you didn’t realized Jake had changed his positions again, his fingers under your chin forcing you to look at him. You and him hold eachother gazes neither one of you knew what to say to the other, Jake unsure of what to say afraid he’ll accidentally hurt your feelings, he seen what a abusive man can do a woman. Your afraid that whatever words that leave your mouth will push Jake into the arms of woman better than you.

“Thank you Jake”. you whisper, tugging at the dangling thread hanging from the hem of your sleeve. You hate being so insecure, its going to drive Jake away. At one point he’s going to grow tired of reassuring you every two seconds, grow tired of the no sex. He going to get tired of you.

Jake running his hand through your hair again. “Y/n you don’t thank me for loving you. If anything I should be thanking you for letting me in”. He sighs-your looking straight in his eye, and his expression becomes unreadable.“I love you - Y/n L/n, there’s nothing I mean nothing that will ever stop me loving you”.

You blush at how sincere Jake sounds, “I—”. your brain practically shuts down once you realize what Jake saying.

Jake forces himself to not show how frustrated he is, he isn’t trying to make his girl feel uncomfortable. It just angers him to know she has trouble understanding what he saying. Jake wonders what else Y/n isn’t telling him about her ex-boyfriend. What else did he do?

“Sweetheart don’t say it till you comfortable, alright Y/n?. Sorry got carried away reassuring you that I’ll never leave despite that negative thoughts in your head”. It was Jake turn to blush, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

God what did you do to earn a man like that?

Choking back a sob, Jake Seresin is the opposite of the rumors attached to him. You attack him like a koala bear, wrapping your arms around his back — legs around his lower back. He doesn’t lash out at you for the need of physical touch.

He’s whispering god knows what, at some point your loud sobs become quieter and your just sniffling. “Lemme grab the glass water Y/n, M’not leaving ya sweetheart”. Jake southern accent thick with emotion, he leans over to the nightstand grabbing the tiny glass of water. Pressing it up to your lips, “Drink it sweetheart you need it”.

Handing Jake back the empty you see how badly your tears soaked his sweatshirt. You feel bad and of course he notices your upset expression. “Sweetheart its fine, If you must know the navy hands out like candy- its a gift for being the best pilot”. He smirking by the end of that sentence and so are you.

Jake takes his thumb and softly wipes away the single tear falling down your face.“I love you so much Jake Seresin and I’m not saying it just because”. Your running your hands through his short blonde hair.-“You make me feel so loved and no one done that in awhile. Your great fucking man Jake”. You two smile at eachother- “Kiss me Y/n”, he whispers-your lips crashing into his.

Your kissing him all over the neck, his cologne smells like heaven— it feels so nice to be content with life, to be loved.

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rain is a good thing

Jake‘Hangman’Seresin x Reader

Chapter 6: “Memento Mori”

Chapter Summary: “I wish we had more time together”, you whisper to Gina after finding out Jake luck had ran out.

Warnings: jake wakes up but he dies—pallative coma, major character death , astraphobia, thunderstorms, exes-> almost lovers, hurt/comfort, past pregnancy, blood, traumatic birth- jake came out not breathing , past child abuse, spousal abuse, brief mention of alcoholism, past cardiac arrest- chpt5, jake can’t speak but he can move alittle— does it make sense? no but the plot needs it

A/n: LAST CHAPTER!!, special thanks to everyone who been alonside this journey and thank you to everyone who likes, reblogs and comments, the title is latin for: remember you must die.

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You never got the chance to hear him say it back.

Its quiet and dark in here, the only sound to hear is coming from the ventilator, a machine that’s keeping the man you love alive, and his sheer will. The light is dim in here, you and Gina agreed -Jake didn’t needed to be subjected to such a bright light in his last hours.

Gina was out in the hallway on the phone with someone you couldn’t tell who it was, only making out few of the muffled words-“You don’t even deserve a chance too see him, but i’m giving you one”. You were sitting at his bedside, you gently grabs his hand into yours- feeling the light tremble.

You started humming a song you and Jake used to sing together. Stroking your hand over his face, wiping away a escaping tear,“Its going to be okay Jake”. How are you supposed to reassure a dying man— who’s in unimaginable pain?

Jake trys to speak again like he did earlier but his throat hurt so much. He even struggles to open his mouth- a raspy rough cough escapes his mouth, and your lean over gently shush him and quickly lifting the oxygen mask back over his mouth. “M’sorry I know it hurts but you need that okay”.

What could’ve you done to deserve this?, what did you do to be on the receiving end of something like this?

As a nurse you’ve spent countless hours sitting at the bedsides of dying patients, reassuring them- giving them pain meds— calling family members. Its a routine for you at this point. Yet sitting the beside of Jake Seresin is different— you can’t fathom the idea of the losing the man you loved.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Gina and a nurse. Since both Doctor Hayden and Doctor Young told both of you that Jake wasn’t going to make it, there been a nurse administrating morphine every couple hours to reduce his pain to little to nothing and give him comfort. “Hi buddy”, Gina says, raking her hand through Jakes hair. “Nurse Raye here again”.

“Hi Jake” Nurse Raye says as she walks towards him pole, pulling on a pair of gloves, she gently picks up the Jakes arm grabbing the arm with IV in it. “You ready Jake?”, Jake nodded as best as he can, “Here you go sweetheart get some sleep”. She pushed the needle into his vein, grabbing a cloth wiping away the blood. “Your good sweetheart”. She disposes the morphine bottle in the trashcan along with her gloves.

Leaving three you alone in silence. You get up from your chair pulling Gina into a tight side hug after noticing her tight smile and tears glimmering at her eyes. “Its okay Gina”. You attempt to give her a confident smile despite your face being covered tears trying to be strong for her. The woman next to you is losing her son. Everything you say whether its the best words known to man or not will never get rid of the pain of a parent having to bury their child. Knowing she’ll be visiting his grave instead of the other way around— watching her son waste away slowly, knowing he won’t be awake the next morning.

“Its not okay Y/n!” Gina snaps pulling herself out of the hug, “I’m losing my baby…” her hands on each side of her waist, “Oh I’m losing him”, Gina voice began to break, the anger fading away. She wept loudly, your hesitant to touch her, not wanting to invade her space. But she pulls you into hug herself, her face smushing into your shoulder.

“I know Gina, I’m sorry I can’t do anything”. You two are rocking back and forth,“I’m so sorry”. You sound like broken record, because what can you say?

What did you say to the woman who’s losing her son?

A couple of minutes goes by before either one of you say anything. “Y’know sweetheart Jake would have our heads if we sat here cried till we couldn’t anymore”. Gina pulled her head from your neck, wiping away her falling tears. “Why don’t you get some rest sweetheart, you came straight for work”. Giving you a small smile, “Go on dear”.

You sink into the chair behind, grabbing the blanket Gina hands you. You feel her press a kiss into your forehead as your eyes close.

“Buddy-” Gina voice gets caught in her throat she takes a deep breath, running her hand through Jakes hair. She has to be brave for not only herself but for him.

Clenched jaw throbbing with pain, she attempts swallow the balls of tears forming in the middle of her throat. “Jake if its your time to go, I hope you know me and Y/n we’ll be just fine”. She says with a strangled voice, “Go see Grandma Lou”. Gina trys her damn hardest to not betray how sad she is, wanting to Jake not feel bad for letting go.

She hasn’t been this scared since Jake’s birth.

But she remembers every detail, how many nurses were encouraging her to push, it takes a little longer for her baby to cry, a little longer for the doctor to place him down onto her chest. She doesn’t get the chance to feel him squrim all over her chest, hear his loud cry. But she does hear them roll her baby away, no one saying anything to her, no ones comforting her. She just lays there alone in a dark room, waiting and watching for a doctor, a nurse-someone to give her back her son.

Something told her Jake’s birth wouldn’t be easy.

She remembers someone walking into her room with a baby bundled in a little blue blanket, his face a little red, a tiny scratch across his cheek— probaby from the forceps. Shes pretty sure she and Jake aren’t even supposed to be in the same room right now, she sure the doctor took pity on her, probably getting tired of her loud wails— begging anybody to bring back her baby, dead or alive.

She remembers rubbing her finger over his face, as he wailed at sudden movement, she remembers how red he looked, how tiny and delicate he looked. How scared she was to hold the baby she carried for nine months straight.

How in the hell was she supposed to raise a baby in the environment she lives in now?

The bastard won’t help her, even if she was on her last breathe. He’s to busy drinking his damn liver away to give a damn, thats why she decided to give Jake her last name, the only thing he can’t have.

Jacob Lee Seresin, rolls of the tongue to easily.

She wished she could’ve turn the clock back and left the day she brought Jake home. She wished it didn’t take Mama Lou threatening to take her son away for good, she wished it didn’t take for Jake to be sixteen for her to decide to leave. She can’t kiss or hug the pain away. She can only just sit there and wait.

Gina sighs again,this is the second time she tried getting John to come here. She’s standing outside her son hospital room in hallway arguing with a man who hasn’t been in their lives for nearly twenty years. Yet here she was giving him a chance to say goodbye to his son, extending him the invitation hoping he accept it.

Your slumber was cut short as a familar rumbling sound echoed through the room. Sitting up from the chair- pulling the blanket off of you, you eyed a the man sleeping infront of you watching his chest slowly rise. Walking towards the window next to his bed you began to stare at the angry clouds, not paying attention to Jake attempts to get your attention. You didn’t even realize he was awake in the first place.

Biting at your lips, your stomach in knots.

Your so busy worrying about outside that you don’t hear Ginas voice. “Hon you okay?”. She’s standing in the doorway with a worried look on her face, attempting to assure her that there no reason to be worried, feeling guilty for worrying her in the first place. You give her a small smile in return, hoping she drops it. Gina nods her head at your response, deep down she knows what wrong but right now she knows this isn’t the time to push and prod at you.

Pushing your fear of storms aside, you focus on Jake noticing the machine next to him. Realizing his numbers aren’t climbing back up like usual. You tell Gina to be prepared to say her final goodbyes as you recognized the signs— Jake getting ready leave.

Jake vital signs are getting lower.

Gina sitting at his bedside, doctors and nurses have been in and out his room for the last couple of hours- a nurse told you it shouldn’t be long now. She tells the two of you to make Jake last hours of being alive comfortable. You spend over an hour talking to the daggers, trying your best to comfort them as the storm brewing outside is preventing them from leaving the base. Each one of them have a chance to say their goodbyes— reminding him to save a spot for them, for later.

“Sweetheart why don’t you get up there with him?”. Gina asks you, “You both need it”. She gives you a look, her eyes red and veiny, she pushes the railing down on his bed. Shes not taking no for an answer—“Honey go on and lay down with him, just be careful”. Your hesitant to get up there with him, but it would feel good to touch him for the last time.

Giving her a teary smile, you move from your spot at his bedside, crawling onto the bed you lay on his right. Maneuvering yourself around the bed you managed to lay your head on his chest. He tries lift hand his up to your face, Jakes blurry vision stops him from finding your face.

You lift his trembling hand to your face. Gina had been holding his other hand tightly. A nurse was standing near the machine, but you decided to soley focus on Jake instead.

The machine starts a steady beep thats getting longer and longer.

You were curled up aganist his chest, laying your head into the crook of his neck, you’d been humming his favorite song to him, Girl of my dreams. “Just rest sweetheart”, you whispered into his chest. You gently pick his hand up holding it into yours, you can feel light tremble as you hold them.

“Don’t be scared Jake, I bet Grandma Lou waiting on you”. Gina whispers squeezing his hand tighter. You don’t take your eyes off of Jake, watching his eyes close— you listen to his rattling breathing slowly come to an end.

The beeping stops, the signal of his life coming to an end, you can feel his heartbeat slowing down in your ear, the thumping sounds getting less and less.

“Goodnight sweetheart”. You pressed a kiss into the crown of his forehead.

“Its nice to see you again sweetheart”, she smiles at Jake, pointing at her cheek and Jake bends down to give her a kiss. “I’ve been waiting for you ever since our last talk”-she whispers into his ear.

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rain is a good thing

Jake‘Hangman’Seresin x Reader

Chapter 5: Ubi Amor Ibi Dolor

Chapter Summary: Cardiac Arrest- when the heart stops beating suddenly, only Jake would go into cardiac minutes after Doctor Young leaves the room.

Warnings: medical induced coma, jake codes, sudden cardiac arrest,angst barely fluff, medical inaccuracys!!, mama seresin, mentions of child abuse, jake and y/n pov italicized is jakes, mentions of a dead family member — jake died grandma when he was a child

Characters: Gina Seresin, Doctor Kate Young(neurosurgeon), Doctor Mark Hayden(cardiothoracic surgeon), the daggers are mentioned but don’t have dialogue

A/n: i have no chill. thank you to everyone likes, reblogs and comments. I used a poem from Emily Dickinson— Hope Is The Thing With Feathers, the title is latin, latin for Where There’s Love Theres Pain

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Everything was fine until it wasn’t.

You’d been reading Emily Dickson, your coworker Amy had been excitedly ranting about her months ago. Telling you and a few others nurses of how much she enjoyed her poems and how Dickinson has a way with words.

So you decided to give her a try.

You had no idea if it was true or not but you’ve heard as a trauma nurse that its good to talk to someone in coma as if their awake. It won’t make them wake up but it provides comfort to both you and the person. It also said during a coma the person can hear whatever happening outside. So you decided to read a few lines to Jake, wondering if he was bored of silence, of the constant tears you and Gina shed a couple times a day. The constant sounds all the machine made.

Hope is thing with feathers -

That perches the soul -

You sighed softly, god did you need hope- hope that Jake finally recovered enough to point were Doctor Young starts to ease his sedation. You had hope for you and Jake to rekindle whatever love you two had before you attacked him with accusations.

Whn do you realize you didn’t love me anymore?

You remember asking him— you expected him to say something worse, but he didn’t. He loved you even after you left him high and dry on a rainy day, with a hangover. You tore down his walls, he torn down your walls, you promised one another that the relationship would be better than your parents.

And sings the the tune without the words -

And never stops at all -

You hated when your mother compared you to your father. “You go tit for tat just like him Y/n, your anger just like him— not caring about the person on the receiving end of it”.

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

Jake hated when he got angry at you fearing that you wouldn’t see him, you see the men that you and him both feared. The men you two spent hiding from when they drank too much, the men who came home angry and ready to hurt everyone and everything in his path.

You and him hated being angry towards one another.

Gina wasn’t here at the moment she was inside Doctor Young office, discussing recovery and what Jake future looks like beyond it.

Could he return to flying?

You closed the book mumbling something about stretching your legs, getting food and finding Gina. As you left for the cafeteria you had some sudden urge to lean over a kiss Jake on his forehead. Saying something along the lines of “I missed you, I missed what we had”.

Look Jake thankful for the rest his body finally got, but at one point it even sleeping gets tiring. He’s supposed to cruising in his car to the base, he supposed up their flying for practice and fun, not laying in a hospital locked in his own mind.

He can’t use the bathroom by himself —hell he’s not even breathing on his own. Poor Y/n, the sounds of her sob when she first came to see him, he didn’t like that one bit. Jake didn’t like how she kept blaming herself for his accident or the breakup. How she deserved every little bad thing that came her way— he has remind himself to have a talk with his girl. Mama made it worse, with her constant apologies for the childhood she didn’t give him, for the constant pain his old man gave them both. Telling him about how much Rocky misses her buddy, how she’s starting to get in a mood.

The daggers came by to see him at some point, throwing threats around saying they’ll kill him first before he has the chance himself. They miss Jake’s constant sacarsm and insults and Bradshaw finally admitted that Jake had the better music taste.

Back to him and Y/n’s talk- usually Jake Seresin doesn’t do plans he just goes with the flow, rips the bandaid right off with ease but this time he can’t. He has to somehow tell Y/n he heard her say how much she missed him.

“I missed you Jake, I missed what we had”.

And god did he miss his girl, missed her body impression she left on the her side of the bed they shared. Her laughter- when she laughed you could see her tongue poking through her right cheek.

He wished he could just wake up, as if only it was that easy.

Jake wished he could keep thinking about his plan and future but a agitating pain in his chest kept interrupting his thinking. If only Jake could open his damn mouth and ask someone to give him something.

Jake wanted to reach his hand out and ask mama or Y/n for help. His body feels like he coming off adrenaline rush.

He didn’t hear neither mama or Y/n anymore.

What he did hear is a beeping sound getting louder and louder, what he didn’t hear was the sound of Y/n gasps and footsteps leaving his room abruptly, he didn’t hear how panicked she sounded when she yelled his name.

He didn’t see the amount of nurses that ran into his room, as they swarmed around him, them yelling a bunch of numbers, someone yelling page Dr. Hayden, Dr. Young.

The pressure in his chest got worse.

He didn’t feel Doctor Young flash a pen light in his eyes. He didn’t feel the pressure being applied to chest every two minutes, he didn’t hear them count to thirty.

He didn’t see mama and Y/n standing outside his hospital room with tears in their eyes, he didn’t see Y/n pacing up and down the hallway.

He did see the place he spent his entire childhood in.

Jake remembered this place, it was place he ran to every time he needed a break from his parents. A place filled with warmth and love, a place he knew that would protect him from harm.

“Hi sweetheart” Jake turned his around too see a woman he recognized immediately, Jake looked at her with a confused look, she smiles at him,“I knew you smelled my brownies from a mile away”. She closed the oven, wiping her hands on the apron tied around her waist.

“Grandma Lou…”. Jakes voice shook and he shakily took steps towards her, she opened her arms and Jake softly fell into them. “I’ve missed you”.

“I missed you too sweetheart”, she cupped the back of Jakes head, he was leaning in her touch. “Take a brownie, little one”. She lets go of Jake, Grandma Lou hands him a brownie from off the stove,“I know how much they make you feel better”.

She gives Jake a grin, as Grandma Lou gets his plate ready she ushers Jake into a chair, reminding him to sit and eat.

As Jakes chomping away at the brownie, she smiles at him again,“Take your time sweetheart”.

The heavy pressure in Jakes chest started to go away.

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Jake‘Hangman’Seresin x Reader

Chapter 4: Memories

Warnings: medical induced coma, medical inaccuracy,past relationship, mama seresin, flashback of jake and y/nrelationship—there italicized

Chapter Summary: Its not awkward sitting in the room with your ex boyfriend-mother.

Characters: Gina Sersesin | Doctor Kate Young

A/N: does jake make it ? , enjoy and thank you to everyone who continues to like and reblog and comment.

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You didn’t love him anymore not like before. Your just doing the right thing- which was keeping him company. After all what are ex girlfriends who still love their ex boyfriend there for?

So why are you sitting at your ex-boyfriend bedside holding his hand, reassuring him that you’ll never leave his side until he’s fully awake and functioning. You drop his hand by accident after hearing a familae voice, a voice you haven’t heard in a while.

You recognize two distinct voices- one voice belonging to Dr. Young the neurosurgeon who operated on Jake… and the other voiced was Jakes mother- Gina Seresin. Her voice heavy with a southern accent, dare you say heavier than Jakes. You hear Dr Young say something to her but your to busy listening to your heart rate accelerate to thousand beats per minute.

The back of your neck beat red you immediately rise out of the chair turning to meet her, she’s holding a bouquet of flowers, and picture of young Jake. Gina Seresin swears her old brain is playing tricks on her because Y/n L/n the heart her son broke was standing infront of her with a beat red face. “Is that you Y/n?”, you expected her voice to be dripping with anger but it isn’t, she motions you towards her. “C’mere darlin” she whispers to you.

“H-Hi Mrs. Seresin”, she envelopes you into a hug, her calmed voice provides you with a sense of comfort you haven’t had since you were a child. Your supposed to comforting the woman who son life hangs in between life and death, she flew all the way from Texas with by herself with the idea that her only son might be dead by the time she got to the hospital.

“Nonesense Y/n like I told you all those other times you have the right to call me anything but Mrs. Seresin”, she shushes you gently, neither of you were going to bring up the fact that both your shirts were now wet.

“Its nice to see you Gina”, your voice rough because of the crying you’ve been doing since you first saw Jake lying in the hospital bed.

You break apart from the hug- wiping away the tears,“Its nice to you see Gina, I wished we were meeting under different circumstances”, you grab the picture and flowers from her, putting on the table next to Jake. She pulls a chair from the wall, pulling it to the other side of Jakes bed.

She gives you a teary response in return,“Me too sweetheart”. Gina grabs Jakes hand gently and cups her hands around his,“Your going to be just fine baby, Rocky been waiting for you to ride her Jake”. How could you forget Rocky, when you and Jake were together he often brought up Rocky, a horse he had since he could walk. He would go on for hours about Rocky and how much he missed her while being stationed in California.

Wanting to give Gina alone time with her son you decided to slip out while her back to you and she’s busy telling Jake a story about Rocky.

You get lost in your mind as you wandered the hospital halls, walking past some hospital rooms with made beds, some with familes at the person bedside crying. Hearing a nurse yell clear as they attempt to bring someone back to life.

“Y’know Y/n your supposed to actually flip grill cheese”. Jake murmurs from behind, wrapping his arms around you.“Do you not like cheese sweets?”. He asks you with his signature shit eating grin.

“Jake you didn’t complain last time when I made it”. you hold the spatula upto his chest,“Not once did you speak ill of my cooking”.

“Well sweetheart you supposed to give compliments to the chef”. He grabs the spatula out of your hand placing it onto a napkin nearby.

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”, you two are swaying back in forth with your arms lightly wrapped around Jakes neck.

“Yes it is”. you roll your eyes at Jakes sacarsm.“I love how excited you get when its your turn to cook that I just eat it darlin,watching you sing and bump your hips to music while cooking is my favorite thing to watch”.

“Well” you started to get teary, can’t find anything to say. “I love you Jake”. He pulls you so close that you feel how warm he is.

“Gotta show my darlin how much I love her”. Jake whispers into your ears, suddenly his lips are softly crashing into yours.

Between each breathe Jake utters a I love you.

“I love you so much sweetheart”. Jake inhales again, “I fucking love you”.

Your leaning aganist the doorway watching Gina finally succumb to sleep after hours of sitting at Jake beside awake, afraid to fall asleep.

“I love you”. you whispered into the quiet room.

Taglist: @chocolatefartstrawberry, @buckysteveloki-me, @dontletthemtakeyoualive, @classyunknownlover, @els-marvelvsp, @i-am-mrsreckless, @cinderellasmissingshoes,

[persephone11110]

rain is a good thing

Chapter 3: Imaginary Friend

Warnings: hurt/comfort, injuries, car accident, mentions of blood, scared jake seresin, emergency contact, trauma, flashbacks are slanted, medical inaccuracies, hallucinations, medical induced coma , jake and y/n pov

Chapter Summary: “Jake just listen to my voice”. Y/n reaches her hand over to Jakes face cupping it gently, Jake feels upside down, every limb in body feels broken and destroyed.

oc’s: unamed medics, nurse wells, Dr. Kate Young

Author Note: onto chpt3, had to hurt jake somehow moving forward the rest of the fic is set after the uranium mission. Thank you to everyone who continues to like and reblog everything.

* i live for comments*

WC: 1.1K

Series Masterlist

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Jake doesn’t remember how it happened to him, he was the safest driver in miramar california. He stopped at red lights, only went it was green, slowed down when it was yellow. He’s had his license for nearly twenty years to be exact, never been suspended. So why him?

“Is Y/n okay?” Jake tried to reach for her but it feels like his body pinned down by hulk himself.

Jake gasped at the pain that bubbled through his nose-the steering wheel did a number on his face. His vision blurred from the blood dripping down into his eyes, the sounds of his windshield cracking. The sirens were getting closer no doubt it was over ten cop cars and ambulance trying to get him.

Jake thinks the concussion he has is getting to him because a un-scathed Y/n is sitting next to him, holding a rag to his bloody face. He tries saying something to get her attention but instead he hisses after unsuccessfully moving his head in her direction.

“Jacob Seresin if you don’t stop moving”. Y/n glared at him, making him stop his wiggling— “You know moving only going to make it worse”. She smooths his hair out of his face, “Your going to be fine Jake just breathe”.

“Oh god Y/n” Jake mutters—he tries to reach for her, wanting make sure she’s alright. Remembering why he was like this in the first place if only he could move.

He can’t tell if it his vision but Y/n seems and looks fine compared to him. She’s not talking to him anymore or she is and his hearing is still damaged from the airbags deploying.

“Must have hit a car”. Jake blinks away the blood thats still dripping down his face.“Y/n—sweetheart you okay?”. He tries again, why isn’t she answering him?

“Sir can you hear me?”, he’s assuming is the medic, they open his eyes-flashing a light in them, which makes him want to squeeze them shut. He tried to moving his head, looking for Y/n wanting her comfort. “Sir please don’t move, okay”.

“W-what about Y/n?” Jake stuttered as he brought his hands up to his face-trying to rub them.

“Sir were almost there”. the medic attempted to comfort him, “Hold on okay”. They gently placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, Jake tried moving again but two sets of hands held him down. He gave into the tiredness that seemed to grasping at his brain.

One question remained, Is Y/n okay?

You didn’t know a phone call from the california hospital ER would you reunite both back together.“Ms Y/n L/n I’m Nurse Wells I’m calling because it says on file your the emergency contact for Jacob Lee Seresin, who was just admitted into our ER”.

“Ma’am you can go in you don’t have to linger outside in the hall”. A woman in a white coat gently informed you, she has a clipboard in her hand— name tag on her jacket that read Dr. Young,“I’m Dr. Kate Young ma’am —I was the neurosurgeon on call when Jake Seresin came in”. She walks into Jake’s hospital room, tilting her head for you to join her.

With a slight tremble in your voice you tell Dr. Young that your Jake’s emergency contact, and without hesitation you ask her how badly is Jake condition. In return she softly nods reminding you that despite the apparent physical injuries Jake has that he’s lucky to be alive, and he will be fine within time.

You gently picked up Jake’s hand holding it in your own. Doctor Young notices your tears, she leans over the table next to her handing you the box of tissues. You utter a soft thank you, unable to bring your voice any higher because of lump thats stuck in your throat. “Y/n the coma was just a way to allow his brain to heal from the significant trauma he went through”. She tries to reassure you,“Within a week or so I’ll slowly reduce the sedation as I see fit and Jake will gradually come out of it”.

Your sitting in the chair next to his bed, itching to climb in the hospital bed and curl up next to him.

“If it makes you feel any better Y/n the paramedics told us he was determined to get you to safety”. You give her a look of thats a combination of confusion and concern,“What I mean is in order to cope with the situation Jakes brain made him believe that you were with him the entire time”. Dr. Young stood at the foot of the hospital bed, observing you with a small smile. “Y/n you were his safe haven— If I’m being frank with you Y/n had he not hallucinated you, you would’ve gotten a different phone call from the hospital”.

Jake could’ve died.

“Oh” you licked your lips there suddenly dry at the thought of you and Jakes argument being the last words he heard from you, get the fuck out.

“Visiting hours end at 8pm Y/n, I’ll send a nurse in here to give you a thirty minute warning”. She gets up from her chair, grabbing your shoulder with gentleness.

You give her soft nod, “Thank you Dr. Young”. you hear the door shut behind her.

Damn it Jake Seresin.

Guilt weighing heavy on your shoulders.

You don’t remember falling asleep in the chair beside his bed as you promised yourself that staying awake for Jake would be beneficial. Your body was slumped in the chair, you used your jacket as a blanket.

“Ma’am”, a soft knock on the door brings you out of your light slumber. Rubbing your blurry eyes you find that the lights in Jake room have been turned down and that there was a woman in scrubs standing in the doorway. “Visting hours are almost over ma’am”.

Not wanting to overstay welcome, you grab your belongings and put the chair back to where it originally was. Before leaving you leaned to down to Jakes face and kissing his heavily bruised face.

You decided to use the thirty minute car ride to dwell on your past relationship with Jake, wondering how long it be till Jake would wake up or how long his recovery would be. You spent the last of the car ride humming to Etta James.

Boy of my dreams, I love you.

Oh , honest I do.

Taglist: @chocolatefartstrawberry, @buckysteveloki-me, @dontletthemtakeyoualive, @els-marvelvsp, @i-am-mrsreckless, @classyunknownlover

[cinderellasmissingshoes-deactiv]

Oh, my goodness you really are going to break my heart then stitch it back together, huh?

His hallucinations of her kept him alive?! When I tell you I just about sobbed when I read this, you have no business posting this while I'm on my period.

Oh, my goodness so many questions, though? How long have they been apart? I know you said that in between their first relationship and then getting back together she was in an abusive relationship; oh I can't imagine the guilt Jake will feel after finding that out. Especially if the breakup was his fault.

Nevertheless, I can't wait to see how you bring them back together. You seriously are such a good writer, and I can't wait for the next update, may I be added to the taglist please? Thank you!

[persephone11110]

thank you so much!!

to answer your question they got together in 2017 and broke up in 2020, so its been two years since their previous relationship and the fic is currently set in 2022. <I hope this makes sense> and ofc I’ll add you to the taglist. :)

[conphusedredpandaa]

Once again procrastinating by making memes instead of writing lol

[persephone11110]

rain is a good thing

Jake‘Hangman’Seresin x Reader

Chapter 3: Imaginary Friend

Warnings: hurt/comfort, injuries, car accident, mentions of blood, scared jake seresin, emergency contact, trauma, flashbacks are slanted, medical inaccuracies, hallucinations, medical induced coma , jake and y/n pov

Chapter Summary: “Jake just listen to my voice”. Y/n reaches her hand over to Jakes face cupping it gently, Jake feels upside down, every limb in body feels broken and destroyed.

oc’s: unamed medics, nurse wells, Dr. Kate Young

Author Note: onto chpt3, had to hurt jake somehow moving forward the rest of the fic is set after the uranium mission- i live for comments.Thank you to everyone who continues to like and reblog everything

WC: 1.1K

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Series Masterlist

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Jake doesn’t remember how it happened to him, he was the safest driver in miramar california. He stopped at red lights, only went it was green, slowed down when it was yellow. He’s had his license for nearly twenty years to be exact, never been suspended. So why him?

“Is Y/n okay?” Jake tried to reach for her but it feels like his body pinned down by hulk himself.

Jake gasped at the pain that bubbled through his nose-the steering wheel did a number on his face. His vision blurred from the blood dripping down into his eyes, the sounds of his windshield cracking. The sirens were getting closer no doubt it was over ten cop cars and ambulance trying to get him.

Jake thinks the concussion he has is getting to him because a un-scathed Y/n is sitting next to him, holding a rag to his bloody face. He tries saying something to get her attention but instead he hisses after unsuccessfully moving his head in her direction.

“Jacob Seresin if you don’t stop moving”. Y/n glared at him, making him stop his wiggling— “You know moving only going to make it worse”. She smooths his hair out of his face, “Your going to be fine Jake just breathe”.

“Oh god Y/n” Jake mutters—he tries to reach for her, wanting make sure she’s alright. Remembering why he was like this in the first place if only he could move.

He can’t tell if it his vision but Y/n seems and looks fine compared to him. She’s not talking to him anymore or she is and his hearing is still damaged from the airbags deploying.

“Must have hit a car”. Jake blinks away the blood thats still dripping down his face.“Y/n—sweetheart you okay?”. He tries again, why isn’t she answering him?

“Sir can you hear me?”, he’s assuming is the medic, they open his eyes-flashing a light in them, which makes him want to squeeze them shut. He tried to moving his head, looking for Y/n wanting her comfort. “Sir please don’t move, okay”.

“W-what about Y/n?” Jake stuttered as he brought his hands up to his face-trying to rub them.

“Sir were almost there”. the medic attempted to comfort him, “Hold on okay”. They gently placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, Jake tried moving again but two sets of hands held him down. He gave into the tiredness that seemed to grasping at his brain.

One question remained, Is Y/n okay?

You didn’t know a phone call from the california hospital ER would you reunite both back together.“Ms Y/n L/n I’m Nurse Wells I’m calling because it says on file your the emergency contact for Jacob Lee Seresin, who was just admitted into our ER”.

“Ma’am you can go in you don’t have to linger outside in the hall”. A woman in a white coat gently informed you, she has a clipboard in her hand— name tag on her jacket that read Dr. Young,“I’m Dr. Kate Young ma’am —I was the neurosurgeon on call when Jake Seresin came in”. She walks into Jake’s hospital room, tilting her head for you to join her.

With a slight tremble in your voice you tell Dr. Young that your Jake’s emergency contact, and without hesitation you ask her how badly is Jake condition. In return she softly nods reminding you that despite the apparent physical injuries Jake has that he’s lucky to be alive, and he will be fine within time.

You gently picked up Jake’s hand holding it in your own. Doctor Young notices your tears, she leans over the table next to her handing you the box of tissues. You utter a soft thank you, unable to bring your voice any higher because of lump thats stuck in your throat. “Y/n the coma was just a way to allow his brain to heal from the significant trauma he went through”. She tries to reassure you,“Within a week or so I’ll slowly reduce the sedation as I see fit and Jake will gradually come out of it”.

Your sitting in the chair next to his bed, itching to climb in the hospital bed and curl up next to him.

“If it makes you feel any better Y/n the paramedics told us he was determined to get you to safety”. You give her a look of thats a combination of confusion and concern,“What I mean is in order to cope with the situation Jakes brain made him believe that you were with him the entire time”. Dr. Young stood at the foot of the hospital bed, observing you with a small smile. “Y/n you were his safe haven— If I’m being frank with you Y/n had he not hallucinated you, you would’ve gotten a different phone call from the hospital”.

Jake could’ve died.

“Oh” you licked your lips there suddenly dry at the thought of you and Jakes argument being the last words he heard from you, get the fuck out.

“Visiting hours end at 8pm Y/n, I’ll send a nurse in here to give you a thirty minute warning”. She gets up from her chair, grabbing your shoulder with gentleness.

You give her soft nod, “Thank you Dr. Young”. you hear the door shut behind her.

Damn it Jake Seresin.

Guilt weighing heavy on your shoulders.

You don’t remember falling asleep in the chair beside his bed as you promised yourself that staying awake for Jake would be beneficial. Your body was slumped in the chair, you used your jacket as a blanket.

“Ma’am”, a soft knock on the door brings you out of your light slumber. Rubbing your blurry eyes you find that the lights in Jake room have been turned down and that there was a woman in scrubs standing in the doorway. “Visting hours are almost over ma’am”.

Not wanting to overstay your welcome, you grab your belongings and put the chair back to where it originally was. Before leaving you leaned to down to Jakes face and kiss his heavily bruised face.

You decided to use the thirty minute car ride to dwell on your past relationship with Jake, wondering how long it be till Jake would wake up or how long his recovery would be. You spent the last of the car ride humming to Etta James.

Boy of my dreams, I love you.

Oh , honest I do.

Taglist: @chocolatefartstrawberry, @buckysteveloki-me, @dontletthemtakeyoualive, @els-marvelvsp, @i-am-mrsreckless, @classyunknownlover

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[persephone11110]

I have over 40 drafts of fics that are literally almost done…