"It's You" which I consider to be Shane & Ilya's theme first appears in 1x02. I love that it is a mixture of "Heartbeat IV" which appears in 1x05 while Shane is comforting Ilya, and "One Soul" which appears in 1x06. Granted "One Soul" is softer and slowed down but the notes are still there. I love how Peter Peter did that. ❤️🎼
Heated Rivalry
Peter Peter talking about "It's You" which he thinks best describes Shane & Ilya's relationship.
Am quite happy with the little differences i managed to show :) the show just used the same model for human Jim's (drawn on scars) but I happy to make him look older and buffer. And young again Jim less put together and overall bit more traumatized.
Trollhunters Jim is looking forwards, wizards Jim is destroying everything he stand for so be looks back, no amulet Jim is reminiscing and end of movie Jim is looking at us, the new present.
Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Reader (3k words) - body shots and ex-boyfriends send Jake over the edge
Request: if requests are still opennn (pls ignore if closed) can i request 20 + 37 for a jake seresin fic please 🥹 maybe they’re bickering partners in the air or smthh hehehe super thank u! fell in love w ur writing so quickly ure insanely talented
Warnings: Heavy petting
Note: I give you full permission to be mad at me for how long this took 😭 I'm moving and getting ready for grad school so I've been losing my mind a bit. I hope this is good!
Taglist: @asgards-princess-of-mischief
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“Fuck!” You ducked beneath the bar of the Hard Deck, squeezing yourself between the stools and Jake’s long legs.
“What? What’s wrong?” It was sunset and he still had his aviators on, blocking the late summer sun. It was Friday night and the entire team decided to hit the bar—it was made clear that you’d been slacking on your fun teammate duties in the weeks that you’d been grieving the relationship that was no longer.
“He’s here!” You whisper-screamed.
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“Who?” Jake was now completely folded at the waist. Did he have to make it so obvious, looking around the place like a lost meerkat? You said as much to him to which he responded with a light bat to your head. Of all the Dagger Squad, you might have been closest to him. Sure, Nat was your roommate but Jake was the one you called when you were bored waiting for your nails to dry.
“Darren,” you said with a sharp look in his direction.
Jake scoffed, “Like he ever wanted to come here when you were dating.”
“No, exactly!”
He helped you off the floor, settling you into the stool opposite him as you smoothed down your hair. “You look fine,” he said.
“Fine is not great.” You snuck a peek at Darren over his shoulder, cringing when you make eye contact.
“I meant great,” he mumbled as he flagged down Penny.
“Please tell me he’s not coming over here.” You were feeling a bit desperate. You were over him, for the most part, but that didn’t mean you weren’t still sensitive about the whole thing.
“He’s not.”
“You’re lying.” You could always tell when Jake was lying; he almost looked sharper when he did.
Penny swatted Jake’s hand away from grabbing extra limes before setting two shots of tequila and a salt shaker in front on you.
“Do you trust me?” He said. It was in these moments that Jake was most irresistible to you, when all of his focus was directed onto you and you alone, in these moments when he was waiting for you.
“Yeah,” you said. “Of course.”
You watched in fear and frozen awe as Jake brought your wrist up to his mouth and licked your pulse point. “One for courage,” he said and doused salt on the now glistening stretch of skin.
You went for it: sucked the salt, downed the shot, and bit into the lime wedge he held between his fingers. This was far from the most physically intimate you had been with him, you shared a bed after many a drunken night out, but unlike those times, you couldn’t seem to help the butterflies that erupted in the pit of your stomach.
“Ready?” He didn’t even wait for a response before he hooked the toe of his boot to the bottom rung of your stool to pull you closer. “I need you to face away from me,” he whispered and you did it without question. You weren’t sure if it was the burn of the liquor or the adrenaline of the moment but you were absolute putty in his hands. You swiveled away from him, gaping as he moved your hair away from your neck.
“Hey.” You’d been so distracted that you hadn’t even seen Darren standing right in front of you.
“Oh, hi.” You weren’t really the jealous type but he certainly was and you couldn’t help the sick satisfaction you got from the twisted look on his face. “How are you?”
You watched as his lips moved but couldn’t decipher any of his words as Jake began sucking on your neck. What the fuck was happening? Was this the trust? You watched Darren trail off, mouth agape in shock and discomfort, certain that you wore a similar expression but…you couldn’t deny Jake knew what he was doing. You uttered an unconvincing “that’s great,” hoping that it disguised you shifting in your seat—it did not, judging by Jake’s deep chuckle vibrating down the column of your throat.
That should’ve been it, clearly you were occupied (ruse or not) but, to your horror, Darren just kept talking. You knew he was doing it to spite you, forcing you to sit in your shame and beet red face.
“Hey, do you mind?” Jake said, cutting Darren off. He was standing now, between you and your ex. “We’re kind of in the middle of something.”
“Yeah like the entire time we were dating,” Darren said. You peeked over Jake’s shoulder to catch the smug look on his stupid face.
“No,” he said before facing you again. "Ready?" He held the lime wedge at your lips, patiently waiting for you to part them to hold it between your teeth.
"You don't have to do this anymore," you said. You were quite certain Darren had left and this entire charade could end. You were torn between genuinely enjoying yourself and his company and feeling no different from all the other heartbroken girls who dared to fall for Jake—not that that’s what he was doing.
“You’re going to deprive me from doing a body shot off the most beautiful woman in the bar?” He looked at you so sincerely; you couldn't find it in yourself to deny such an adorable Jake, high off playing hero. You rolled your eyes but let him put the wedge in place.
He sucked the salt off your neck in a way that was far more lascivious than it needed to be, took the shot, and pressed his lips to yours.
Your breath caught in your throat. Just as quickly as the contact was made, it ended. Your eyelids fluttered, trying to blink away whatever trance Jake’s pretty smile trapped you in.
The clarity came when he dropped the rind into the empty shot glass. You felt off balance and ridiculous. “Sorry,” you mumbled.
He pinched your cheek, “Over too soon?”
Sudden rage surged through you. How he could look so smug with the glitter from your lip gloss still on his lips? You had no idea.
“I think it worked,” he said, subtly gesturing to a sulking Darren in the corner of the bar.
“Great,” you said. You slipped off your stool, forcing him to take a step back. You needed to get away from him and possibly ignore him completely until you were forced to interact on Monday at work, but he had other plans.
“Aw come on,” he said, pulling you back to him with a warm hand on your wrist. “Don’t be like that. I should have been more responsible with my irresistibility—“
You stomped on his foot.
Jake winced, folding a bit, but kept you caged you against the bar.
“I knew you were self-obsessed but this is ridiculous.”
“You’re just lucky I didn’t actually kiss you.” He licked his lips in a way that gave you the distinct impression that he was playing with his prey.
“Oh?” You pressed yourself against him and blinked, feigning innocence. Two could play at that game, one with a slight quiver in her voice. “And why’s that?”
“‘Cause you would be so gone.”
And, without thinking, you grabbed a fistful of his shirt and slammed your lips to his. He kissed back immediately, wrapping he arms around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer.
You were a good kisser. So good, in fact, that you could’ve listed it on you resume under special talents. But Jake wasn’t so bad himself—you practically shuddered when he lapped into your mouth. It’s like his hands were everywhere, hot under your shirt and roaming your back. He groaned when your nails dragged through his hair and, like being touched for the first time, an incredible heat pooled at your core.
A gentle poke from Penny snapped you back to reality. You pushed him away and, against every impulse, kept him away when he went in for more. “Don’t,” you said. You needed to get away, just a second to yourself before you burned up inside.
“F-fuck!” You hyperventilated in a bathroom stall. You and Jake were friends. Friends. Coworkers. But you could still feel him on you and all those times before when you woke up next to him, with his arms tight around you and his heart beating in your ear. You hated waking up next to Darren, frigid blanket hog, and would sneak out late at night after you were certain you had fallen asleep. You even slept in your car a couple times and returned before he woke up, so as not to hurt his feelings. It was Jake massaged the kink out of your neck the following morning. “Fuck.”
“Julep?” Nat called (it was a cute call sign now but was given after a particularly rough night involving about six of them.) “Are you alright?”
You burst out of the stall, “I think I like Jake.”
“No shit.”
“No, like like like him.”
“Yeah, I know,” Nat said, smoothing the line of her hair in the mirror. “Everyone knows.”
“What?” You bit your thumb nail. Did he know? Was he just messing with you?
“It’s insufferable watching Hangman mope around base on your days off. And even Javy, saint that he is, is so over hearing all the ‘will they won’t they’ anxiety warbling.”
You cleared your throat and straightened the hem of your skirt. You could do this, and if he laughed in your face then you’d only let these feeling surface for twenty minutes and could easily shove them back down, deep.
You stepped into the hall, emotionally prepared to scan the bar for Jake.
“I knew you were into him.” Darren.
“Please, spare me your paranoid fantasies.”
“It was always ‘Jake and I had Chinese last night.’”
“That was one time.” The bar had gotten significantly more crowded and the people seemed to blur into one another. Your courage was finite and whatever you were going to do needed to be done now. If only you could find him…
“Are you looking for loverboy?”
You looked at Darren then. His eyes were darker than you remembered, his shadows more prominent. You nodded, hesitantly.
He didn’t say a word, only pointed. You smiled and eagerly pushed past him, rushing his direction. As you approached, Jake’s golden hair came into view above the other patrons. You called his name, squeezing between your last obstacle, only to find him and his tongue interlocked with a woman's in red cowboy boots.
Your eyes burned but you couldn’t move a muscle. You weren’t exactly shocked, having prepared yourself for the possibility that this was all just a game, but you did think that Jake felt some emotional responsibility towards you.
“Did something happen?” Jake asked. He must’ve seen Darren hovering behind you because he led you out onto the sparsely populated deck and repeated his question.
“No,” you laughed bitterly. “I’m just an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot,” he said. “Darren's the idiot.” He moved to touch your cheek but you flinched and he dropped his hand limply at his side.
“You couldn’t help yourself for twenty minutes,” you mumbled but you knew he heard you. The noise from the bar was muffled to the extent that you might hear a pin drop if you knew it was falling.
“Twenty minutes?” he repeated.
“Your ego is so fragile, you had to make out with some random just because you got told no?” You folded your arms over your chest. The distance between you had grown enough that it felt as if you were on opposite sides of the deck.
“I get rejected all the time!” You weren’t sure if you had ever heard Jake raise his voice. Always so cool and collected and gentle, at least with you.
“But getting rejected by me, that’s too low of a blow…” Tears welled once more and it was everything in your power to keep them at bay. He couldn’t see this, he couldn’t know how much he had hurt you. You still had to work together and there was no universe in which it was acceptable for him to think you weak. So you turned on your heel and left.
“It's not like you're interested!” You heard him shout but ignored it, tear streaming down your face.
You didn’t interact until Monday at work, when you had to. You and Jake had been trying to get Maverick to pair you up for months and, of course, today was the day he’d finally given in. Fortunately, you were working on positioning drills so the entire team was in the air—you would only had to interact with him for takeoff checks so far which were professional if not stilted and awkward.
“J, I found the perfect guy for you last night,” Fanboy’s voice crackled through the comms. You pinched yourself to keep from audibly groaning. The day had gone so smoothly thus far; you were certain nobody knew about your tense interchange with Jake and when Nat got home and asked about your intended declaration, you just told her you chickened out.
“I doubt she’s interested,” Payback said, for which you were grateful. You crossed your fingers that that would be the last of it.
“Sorry Fanboy, she already has her eyes set in another direction,” Nat practically sang. What choice did you have but to remain silent? You weren’t sure you were capable of making some quip without all your unresolved emotions bleeding into it.
“Please tell me it’s not that Darren loser again,” Rooster said.
“It better not fucking be.” Jake sounded bitter. Your heart seized in your chest.
“Focus up.” Maverick ended it which should have been a relief but only left you more frustrated.
You were exhausted by the time you were dismissed. Training felt hours longer than it should’ve and was conducted in silence, Jake’s uncharacteristic anger ringing through all your ears.
You weren’t sure how you were going to get home as Phoenix shouted a quick “Hangman will drive you” over her shoulder as she walked out with Bob. She didn’t want to wait until after Jake finished talking with Maverick and you both wrapped up your checks and, frankly, neither did you.
“Done?” You asked squinting up at him as he completed your deplaning checklist, the sun was setting bright in your eyes. It was just you and he now and you wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.
“Yeah,” Jake nodded. You took a few steps in the direction of the locker rooms until you were stopped by the sound of his voice. “Just tell me it’s not Darren.”
“It’s not Darren.”
“Really?” He too a few steps closer and you let him. “You’re not just saying that?”
You shook your head. Jake shifted, blocking the sun with his shoulders. You could see his expression and your heart broke at how solemn it was.
He wiped his face with his hands and groaned. “I want to know who he is.”
“No you don’t.”
“I do. I really do.” A metallic clang echoed through the hangar and Jake cringed. “Can we go somewhere more private?” And you followed him into the empty men’s locker room because part of you, beyond what was sensible, yearned to be in his proximity.
“I-I don’t understand what you want me to tell you.” You underestimated how claustrophobic you would feel amidst all the green lockers, overwhelmed by the warmth radiating off his body and sweet smell of his sweat.
He took in a ragged breath, “I want you to tell me that you want me more. That you think I’m funnier and better looking and-and more than—”
“Fuck, Jake.” You wiped your face with the sleeve of your flight suit. “I kissed you.”
“I know-I know.”
Anger surged through you at how pliable he was. “You kissed some other girl right after! I mean, what the fuck was that?”
“You pushed me away! What was I supposed to— ”
“You were supposed to wait the twenty fucking minutes for me to— ” This had taken so much out of you. You slumped onto the bench and Jake fell to his knees in front of you, desperate. You weren’t going to do this. You were going to shove all this down and gaslight your way to platonic.
“You win,” he said. “I’m pathetic and jealous and so ridiculously into you that I had to come up with some stupid ploy, involving Douchebag Darren of all people, just to kiss you.” He wasn’t looking at you, but your lap. “And then I got scared—”
“Scared?” It came out like a squeak.
He met your gaze then. “Because if I lost you, your friendship, your existence in my life over this… I couldn’t live with myself.”
You were leaning forward in your chair, inches from him. “Then why did you—”
“Because I thought— I wanted to downplay it.” His voice was barely above a whisper, “I thought I ruined us.”
You kissed him and he deepened it. Jake pulled you down into his lap, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip and eliciting your gasp. Your head was swimming, consumed with nothing but him. He kissed down your neck, mumbling sweet nothings in between. “God, we could have been doing this all weekend.”
Your laugh quickly dissolved into a moan as he tugged down your shirt.
“Wait,” he paused, fingers creeping beneath your bra. “Who’s the guy?”
“It’s you, stupid!” You kissed him once more and dragged him towards the showers.
(ooc: Hera doesn't get enough love and appreciation for what she has to put up with. So here's some flowers for the goddess, if she wants, and to let her know she's still loved and respected and inspired by her. You go queen! 🧡🧡🧡🫶)
