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"Wan dat, dada!"
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x wife reader
Summary: Jake sent his wife and his son out on a mommy/son weekend but didn't realize just how stubborn his wife's carbon copy is. Can anyone speak toddler? Hangman definitely can't.
Warnings- swearing.
Part of the Spitfire Universe not necessary to have ready anything else but helpful!
“Wan dat!”
Jake sighs as he places his forehead on top of his hands on the shopping cart handle to take a deep breath before looking back up at his tiny monster, “I know, baby girl, believe me I know you ‘wan dat’ but I don’t know what ‘dat’ is!”
“Dat!” his beautiful daughter says while vaguely pointing with her chubby little pointer finger that had just been in her mouth.
Jake shudders thinking of all the germs she’s now infested with. What’s with the fingers in the mouth? Why are they always there?
Focus Jake. Bigger fish to fry. He needed to figure out what his daughter wanted but the problem was he’s held every single thing up that he could guess that she was pointing at. They’ve been at this for at least ten minutes and they were both ready to lose their minds because of the other. He could seethe look on his daughter’s face getting more and more exasperated at her father. A face that matches her mother’s.
He doesn’t remember Eli being this stubborn. Eli could be distracted. When he was a toddler Eli was fine with not getting the exact thing he wanted. He had been happy just to be out and about with his daddy. Eli was still always happy when they went places together. He was never fussy.
His daughter though? She was a force to be reckoned with. At 19 months old she had everyone she knew wrapped around her chubby little finger. She was spoiled rotten and Jake wouldn’t have it any other way. Well… except right now. Right this very second he’s so close to losing his shit.
He’s a goddamn fighter pilot. He’s put in high stress situations all the time and he’s about to lose his shit due to a baby. A baby!
He can’t call his wife. He refuses to. He told her that he could handle everything while he shooed her and his son out the door for their mama and son weekend getaway, and he will handle everything. Probably. Hopefully. Fingers crossed.
“Dada! Dat!” Ella says while patting her father’s cheek with the hand that’s still covered in slobber.
Jake groans then pretends to snap his teeth at his daughter’s hand causing her to squeal with laughter. At least he can lighten the mood while he’s about to lose his own shit. He’s not sure which thing will be the last straw. His daughter yelling at him or being covered in her spit.
“What about ice cream, pretty girl? Hmm? Does ice cream sound good?” He offers.
She nods, “Mmmm and dat!”
Didn’t take the bait. Now he owes her two things and heaven help him if he forgets the ice cream.
“Okay, okay,” He says with a sigh. “I hear you. I promise. You want that.” He stands up and bends down slightly so he’s next to his daughter. “Okay baby girl show me.”
She wiggles in her seat then points, “Dat dat dat!”
He tries to follow her finger and her gaze, “The goldfish?”
“No!” She says, shaking her head with a huff. “Dada wan dat.” She then proceeds to start babbling, none of which is anything remotely close to a word that Jake can understand. Is she speaking a different language? That would be just like his wife to teach their daughter a different language just to fuck with him.
He can’t wait until she can speak. English. He needs her to speak English. He never thought he’d say that. Usually he wants his little baby girl to stay as little as possible. Now? Now he needs her to grow up just a little bit so he can understand her and then back to the staying little as long as possible thing. His son grew up way too fast. He’s too big. Jake’s spent hours watching his son sleep in his big boy bed with tears in his eyes, very manly tears, because of how fast his little boy is growing up. If he could squish his son a little bit so he was smaller again, he would. Maybe he could do the same for his daughter. It was way easier when all she did was cry, which is also something he never thought he would admit. Somehow the screaming and crying that Ella used to do was easier than trying to decipher this gibberish. Infants only really want like six things. He can handle six things.
“How about this princess,” Jake says as he picks Ella up from the cart seat and walks over to the row of shelves. “What do you want? What’s ‘dat’?”
Ella giggles and pats at some bags of snacks then wiggles in Jake’s arms.
Jake grabs one of the bags, “This is what you want?”
She shakes her head, “No.”
Jake sighs, “C’mon princess. Help me, help you.”
Ella babbles as she starts looking around then starts to wiggle even harder making it hard for Jake to keep a hold of her.
He hears a gasp behind him and turns while his daughter starts to shout, "Nanana! Nana!"
"My pretty girl, what are you doing here?!" Penny says as she walks up pushing a shopping cart half full of items.
Ella continues to wiggle in Jake's arms before he finally sets her down and she toddles her way to her grandma with her arms raised while squealing in excitement.
Penny leans down to pick Ella up and hugs her close, "Are you being such a big helper? Helping daddy do the shopping since mommy is out of town? Yeah I know you are. Such a biggie girl being a helper."
Jake chuckles, "Yeah. Uh huh. Definitely a big helper and definitely not driving her poor father insane asking for 'dat' when he clearly has no idea what ‘dat’ means no matter how many times she repeats it.”
Penny laughs as she rocks Ella lightly back and forth in her arms, "The great Hangman doesn't understand his daughter? I'm shocked we've finally found something you can't do."
"Well hold on now, I didn't say I can't do it, I just said it's hard and I'm past frustrated at this point. We've been in this aisle for like 20 minutes by now and I am no closer to figuring out what she wants and unlike Eli she has some crazy laser focus that makes it impossible to distract her because whatever ‘dat’ is seems to be the most important thing in the world and she won’t take anything else even though I offered ice cream and instead she’s just getting frustrated and somehow I got covered in toddler slobber," Jake whines.
Penny raises her eyebrow, "You done?"
Jake huffs, "For now.”
Penny laughs as she bounces the toddler in her arms, "You know who she gets that laser focus from, don't you?"
Jake shrugs, "Her mother?"
Penny shakes her head while she walks over to the long line of shelves near Jake, "Oh no, not at all. Your wife gets distracted by the littlest of things. Your son takes after her. Your daughter however is all you. The attitude she has might be her mother but that focus is all from her daddy.”
Jake smiles a bit. He hadn't thought of that. He always just assumes his daughter got everything from her mother. She’s certainly beautiful like her mother and smart like her too. It would have never occurred to him that Ella got this from him.
“That stubbornness came from him too,” Penny adds with a snicker then in a sing song voice, “Uh huh. You’re a stubborn little thing just like your daddy here, aren’t you? Yes you are. Oh yes you are.” She tickles Ella’s belly who squeals with laughter again.
Jake grumbles under his breath about not being stubborn before Penny shoots him a look which promptly stops Jake.
“Okay Ella Bella, what is it you want?” Penny asks as she turns Ella towards the shelves.
Ella points her chubby little finger out again, “Dat! Wan dat, Nana!”
“The Teddy Grahams like you had at Nana’s house the other day?” Penny asks walking the two of them closer to the boxes of snacks all lined up neatly in a row.
“Yesh! Dat!” Ella says smacking the box filled with chocolate bear crackers before Penny grabbed a box and walked over to Jake’s cart and threw the box in.
“Problem solved. Here’s your baby,” Penny says with a kiss to Ella’s cheek before she handing Ella back to Jake as he just stares at Penny in shock.
“20 minutes. I stood here for forever and couldn’t figure it out and it took you less than one minute? What the hell?” Jake says as he turned to place his daughter back in the cart seat.
Penny scowls at him, “Language, Seresin. Better hope I don’t tell Mav or your wife.”
“I’m sorry, m’am. My bad,” He says while trying his best to look apologetic but at the same time ‘What the actual hell?!?’ It wasn’t fair. Is he just bad at understanding his daughter? He didn’t think he was. Does this make him a bad dad?
Penny lightly taps his arm with the back of her hand, “You tried your best. You didn’t know she has a new favorite snack that she tried at Nana’s house this week.”
Jake nods while listening to Penny. He did try.
Penny walks back to her cart after grabbing another box of the crackers and throwing it in her own cart, “Don’t forget about that ice cream you mentioned. Don’t want to set your daughter off again.”
Ella smacks her hands on her father’s who had put his hands back on the cart handle to start pushing again, “Dada mmmmm. Dada!”
Jake laughs, “I hear you, princess. Let’s go get you some ‘mmm’ at least that one I understand. Say ‘bye’ to Nana.”
“Bye bye, Nana!” Ella says before attempting to blow Penny a kiss.
Penny laughs, “Bye bye, sweet girl. Go pick out some yummy ice cream with daddy.” She starts to push her cart before stopping and turning towards Jake, “If you need any more help don’t hesitate to ask, Jake. Don’t stand in an aisle for 20 minutes getting upset at your toddler. We’re all here to help you be the best dad that you can be. Never forget that, okay?”
Jake sighs, “Thank you. Really. I appreciate it.”
Penny nods at him before continuing towards the end of the aisle to finish her shopping.
“Let’s go get you your ice cream,” Jake says as he grins at his daughter who looks up at him with a matching grin. Huh, maybe she has more of him in her than he thinks. Who would have thought?
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A First and a Second
Dad!Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader
Summary: It’s just soft Dad!Hangman from start to finish. And cute marriage stuff.
Warnings/notes: some curse words thrown in. I think that’s it. Idk, folks. I just thought it was cute. I know there’s got to be typos and all that stuff. Pregnancy.
Words: 2190
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A First…
Jake took it harder than you did when you found out you were pregnant the night before he was to be deployed for a year. The doctor had confirmed that morning that you were only a few weeks along, and the thought that he wouldn’t get to watch you grow with his child, or dote on you, or feel his baby kick, completely destroyed him.
You promised to send him pictures of your belly swelling, and videos of the little bumps that would show when your baby was kicking. You swore you’d inform him of everything the doctors said after every appointment, but all that did was remind him that you’d also have to do that alone. Get to and from appointments by yourself, get to the hospital by yourself, go through labor by yourself. By the time he would be back, your child would be around three months old, and there was nothing he could do about the millions of moments he would miss.
You reassured him everything would be fine, to which he had only nodded in response, but you knew he was unconvinced. It wasn’t a lack of confidence in you and your ability to take care of yourself that stressed him, it was simply that he wanted to be there, he wanted to see it all happen day-by-day. He wanted to take care of you and watch your child come into the world.
Truthfully, you had wanted that as well. After he left, in every picture you sent or video chat the two of you had, you put on a brave face. But when the calls would end, you’d cry for an hour and whisper sweet words to your baby bump of how wonderful Jake was. You told your baby stories about him, about how you met, about how annoying you used to find him, about how talented he was; and you continued to share bits and pieces of your and husband’s history until the day you gave birth to your son.
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“He looks even more like you in person, doesn’t he?” you asked as you watched Jake lay eyes on his son for the first time. The baby was fast asleep and Jake didn’t want to wake him, opting instead to glue himself to the side of the crib and lean over the rail, gently running a knuckle along the infant’s pillow-soft cheek.
“He’s got your nose,” Jake whispered, tracing the curve of the tiny nose with the tip of his index finger, then proceeded to do the same to the cupid’s bow of the sweet mouth, “and your lips.” He stood straight and faced you, “Which I fucking missed, so kiss me again.”
He was on you before your next breath, pressing his lips to yours for what felt like the hundredth time that night, not that you were complaining. Being without him had been a complete nightmare. Your son’s Seresin temperament had yet to kick in, so luckily the baby was easy, but you still needed your husband. You missed his taste, you missed the feel of his body pressed up against yours, the curves of his muscles under your fingers.
“Alright, we have our own bedroom, mister.”
“Sorry,” he pecked your lips once more. “I’m just so happy. I’ve got you back,” he said as he looked back at your son, an indescribable expression taking over his face. “And we made something…amazing.”
“We did.”
“He’s so perfect.”
“He is.”
Jake’s eyes met yours again. “I want another.”
Your jaw dropped, and then you chuckled awkwardly. “I literally just had your son.”
“I know, baby, I know, and I love him so much, I love you so much, but we need a girl.”
“A gir—can we let this one grow a little first?” You motioned in the general direction of the baby.
Your husband had the audacity to pause in consideration, so you smacked at his chest. He laughed, green eyes lighting up—the same eyes he now shared with your son—and he said, “I suppose we can wait a day or so.”
“Good lord,” you groaned, fingers massaging your temple to relieve the ache. Two! You now had two Seresin men to deal with. “You’re lucky I love you, Jake Seresin.”
“Don’t I know it.”
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And a Second…
“Caleb, honey, don’t get your sister dirty,” you called from the kitchen, voice travelling to the small children in the backyard through the screen of the open window above the sink.
“Mommy, Ella likes to be messy,” your son called back, shrugging his slim shoulders, “I can’t stop her!”
Your daughter wobbly walked her way to a mud puddle and plopped down into it, little droplets of wet dirt sprinkling over the kids’ clothes. You huffed and left them to it, knowing it was definitely too late to hope for two clean children before dinner anyway. “Determined and hard-headed just like her father,” you mumbled to yourself as you began to cut the carrots for the meal.
“But beautiful like her mother.”
You jumped at Jake’s voice. “Shit,” you snapped, twisting in your spot. “You scared me!”
Your husband only smirked, took the knife from your hand to set on the counter, and wrapped you up in his arms. “I’d feel bad,” he whispered, kissing the side of your neck, “but I missed you too much. I am sorry for being late, though.”
“Long day?”
“Very. I just wanted to be here,” he said.
He leaned forward to connect your lips and you stood there kissing, hands innocently exploring one another until the chorus of giggles from the backyard distracted you. Nudging your head towards the back door, you said, “Can you go get them? Dinner’s almost ready.”
“Sure thing.”
He kissed you three more times, each one slightly longer than the last, then finally released you to gather your children.
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“Well, well, if it isn’t Trouble One and Trouble Two,” Jake spoke as he stepped onto the back porch, hands on his hips.
Your son’s head whipped to his father’s voice. “Daddy!” Caleb yelled, instantly hopping up. The boy rushed forward—unashamedly forgetting his sister entirely— and tackled Jake so hard he stumbled back a foot and was forced to let out a small grunt.
“Alright there, little man,” Jake rubbed the boy’s back, “You been lifting weights while I’m at work? You’re stronger than an ox.”
Caleb unwrapped his arms from Jake’s legs and matching green eyes met. “As strong as you, Daddy!”
“Oh, yea?” Jake crouched to his son’s height and said, “Let’s see your muscles, Hulk.”
Wide smile across his face, your son speedily pulled the short sleeve of his now-muddy t-shirt up to his shoulder and flexed in attempt to be the spitting image of Hercules. Since watching the Disney film, the Greek demi-god had grown to become one of Caleb’s favorite heroes, coming second only to his father, of course.
With the back of his hand, Jake patted at Caleb’s abdomen a couple times then wrapped his fingers around his bicep to feel for the muscle that wasn’t there. “Got to be the strongest four-year-old the world has ever seen,” Jake chuckled, poking at his son’s stomach until the boy broke form and doubled over in giggles.
“Five, Daddy!”
Jake stood and ruffled the little head of blond hair. “Five in three months. Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he said, pointing a stern finger at the boy. You and Jake were constantly struggling with how fast the two were growing. You swore you woke each morning to your son an inch taller and you daughter speaking words you had yet to teach her. “Now where’s the princess?”
Jake put a hand up to block the evening sun’s rays from his eyes as he scanned the grassy yard. “She seems to be missing, Cay.” But then he heard a sweet little snort and a smack from tiny hands hitting a sloppy puddle of mud. “Oh, I see. Not missing but hiding in plain sight!”
Jake stepped down the short staircase into the grass and bent at the waist to look at his daughter who peered up at him in return, Y/E/C eyes round like those of a bushbaby. “I mistook you for a pile of mud, little piglet,” he said as he picked her up and settled her on his hip, not caring to become just as dirty as she was. “I bet mommy is so happy about this.”
He bounced her once and swiped his finger through some of the mud on her chubby arm to press a little dot on her nose.
“Mommy is not happy about it,” Caleb chimed in.
“Well, we can’t have the queen upset now, can we? You want to do me a favor, strong man?”
Your son nodded, eagerly watching as Jake pulled a long, velvet box from his pocket. Small hands opened up in preparation for receiving the special task his father was entrusting him with.
“Can you take this to your mother? Tell her this is why Daddy was late,” he said, then turned his gaze to Ella. “As for you, little lady…I have a feeling you’re in for it.”
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“Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy!”
“What’s up, sweets?” you asked, wiping your wet hands on a dishrag.
Caleb ran to you and shoved his hands up as high as they could get towards your face. “This is why Daddy was late.”
You took the box from his grasp and carefully opened the lid as Jake came into the kitchen with Ella and started cleaning her up as best he could while you examined the delicate silver necklace. There were four diamonds set in a straight, neat row, two twice as large as the others.
With the hand not holding your still-dirty daughter, Jake pointed to the two larger diamonds, one on each end of the row, and said, “Those are us.” Then he tapped the two little diamonds in the center. “And these are the kids.”
“Mommy’s crying!” Caleb all but screamed.
In all fairness, he rarely saw you get so emotional. A habit you had developed when you were practicing being strong and brave for your newborn while you waited for your husband’s return. You always knew it would happen again. Inevitably, Jake would have to leave you and your child at some point, so you didn’t want to constantly be sobbing in front of your son.
“No, sweets, it’s ok. I’m ok,” you sniffled and wiped away the tears.
Jake set Ella on her feet. “Cay,” he began, “Can you take your sister and go clean up your toys in the living room?”
Caleb immediately snapped his heels together, straightened his spine, raised his hand in salute, and said, “Yes, sir!”
There was an edge of determination to the small boy’s voice that reminded you way too much of Jake. God, you were going to have another pilot on your hands in no time. Your husband saluted back so Caleb could grab his sister’s hand and drag her away, leaving teeny muddy footprints on the hardwood floor.
Jake winced as he watched the children trot their way into the other room. “I’ll clean that u—" He started, but his words died from your kiss.
“I’m going to assume you like the necklace then?”
“I love it,” you beamed, and Jake leaned down to rest his forehead against yours. “Where did you get it?”
“I had it made and picked it up on the way home,” he said, then his eyebrows rose. “Want to know the best thing about it?”
You hummed.
“The jeweler said that if we ever need more little diamonds, it would be very easy to add them in.”
Your head jerked back, eyes widening. “More little diamonds?”
“Yea…I was thinking two, maybe.” He shrugged. “Who knows?”
Palm planted firmly on your chest, you stated quite clearly: “I do. None.”
“Ok, well, I say two and you say zero, so how about we meet in the middle? One more little diamond.” He held up his index finger, his pouting face in full force behind it.
“Jake, If I agree to a third, then you’ll say we need a fourth to even it out, and then it’ll be five because if you have four then you might as well have five, then you’ll say we need six because six makes a solid country band, and then it’ll be seven because turns out we need a Handball team in the house, and—”
He kissed you to stop your rambling. “Just one more.”
Taking in the look in his eyes, a noise somewhere between a groan and a whimper vibrated in your throat. “…fine,” you sighed as you were yanked into a crushing hug. “I wish you weren’t such a hard man to say no to.”
“I’m glad I am. If I were an easy man to say no to then I wouldn’t have been able to get you to marry me.”
“That’s n—”
“Mommy! Ella got mud on the couch!”
“Jake—”
“I’ll clean it up, baby, I swear.”
And a Third…
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(In the future, when Rooster and Hangman have a daughter, and Hangman is faced with staying late at the office to do paperwork)
Hangman:...I'll do it.
Phoenix: What're you trying to get out of at home?
Hangman: Sixth grader slumber party. Eight girls, three cliques. There will be no survivors.
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SCARS | JAKE SERESIN
pairing: dad!jake x fem!oc x teenage!son
warnings: angst, self harm, scars, talk of depression, this chapter reads extremely heavy and can be very triggering to some, please read with caution. established relationship. lower-case intended. i read through this a few times so there shouldn't be any typos, but if there is, i'll go through in a few days and fix them, i can't read this anymore at the moment, lowkey triggering myself lol.
suggestion: would recommend listening to the song home ll by dotan, as that’s what i listened to when i wrote this. really beautiful song.
word count: 2.5k
summary: noticing teddy acting a little weird, you ask jake to talk to him. it's worse then you and jake ever thought.
"hey bud, wanna go to 7-eleven with me?" jake asks his second oldest, leaning against the doorframe of his room.
the boy looks up from his chair, glancing to the clock that read 1:14 am before looking back to jake. "this late?"
jake smiles. "it's saturday, why not? like old times?"
theodore remains silent for a few moments, contemplating. "sure, i guess."
he slips on a random hoodie before meeting his dad at the front door.
"ready to go?" jake asks.
the young boy nods, stepping outside into the crisp night air.
the drive to 7-eleven is quick, considering it's right down the road.
the two step out of the truck, and enter the brightly lit convenience store, theodore headed to the slurpee machine, jake to the decaf coffee.
theodore gets his usual flavors, blue raspberry and cherry, and him and jake meet up at the counter.
jake pays, thanking the cashier, and they leave.
"hey, come sit with me for a sec." jake sits down on the curb, patting the space next to him.
theodore sits next to his dad on the curb.
the two sit in silence for a few minutes.
"you okay, buddy? you seem a lil' down recently." jake breaks the silence, speaking softly.
theodore shrugs. "school i guess."
jake frowns. "school?"
"ya know, the SAT, college apps, that stuff. stress."
"okay." jake nods at his sons words. "any way i can help?"
"grandpa has been saying i should apply to USNA, like cooper."
jake is taken aback. he wasn't even aware that theodore and his father were talking. "i didn't know you two were talking."
theodore shrugs. "he's been calling me a few times. keeps asking how my application is going."
jake's jaw clenches. of course, the few times his father would reach out to his grandson, would be to pressure him into joining the naval academy.
"ignore whatever he is telling you, teddy." jake says, a bitter taste in his mouth.
"would you be mad at me, if i didn't join the navy?"
jake shakes his head. "of course not, son, you know that. all i want is for you to be happy, i'll support whatever you decide."
theodore sets his slurpee down next to him. "i'm not happy."
jake frowns. "what's goin on, buddy? you can talk to me, i promise i won't judge."
lifting up his arms, he rolls his sleeves up, revealing uneven scars, band-aids covering his left wrist.
"i think something's wrong with me, dad."
jake looks away from the teenage boy next to him.
tears form in his eyes.
he takes a minute to compose himself, inhaling deep breaths, before finally turning back to his son. grabbing his hand, his calloused fingers trace over the old scars. "how long have you been doing this, teddy?"
jakes voice is low, unsteady.
theodore shrugs. "i don't know, little more than a year, i guess."
jakes eyes widen. he drops theodore's hand, before quickly standing up. "i need a minute, buddy. don't go anywhere."
jake goes back into the 7-eleven, and heads straight for the bathroom.
once inside, he falls against the back of the door, heavy sobs escaping his chest.
jake was a strong man, being his fathers son, he had to be. it took a hell of a lot to make him emotional, growing up in a household where crying is weak will do that to you, but here he was, sobbing on the bathroom floor of a 7-eleven.
becoming a father had been the best thing that ever happened to him,and an opportunity for him to break generational curses and show his children and his father and grandfather, that you could be tough and deal with your emotions in a healthy manner.
jake was taught to push those feelings deep down, and never let them out in the open, never let anyone else see them. it was in this moment, he hoped and prayed to god that theodore wasn't taking after him.
theodore had been in pain for over a year. suffering for over a year. unhappy for god knows how long.
his beautiful boy had been harming himself for over a year, and he didn't even notice.
jake felt like the worst parent in the world.
how could he not have noticed?
he tries to think back to all of the family gatherings and the birthday parties. everyone always commenting on how well mannered and mature theodore was. the nights where you guys would get home, and theodore would close himself up in his room. the weekends, where jake only saw him at dinner. the way theodore always wore long sleeves, even in the summertime.
jake had missed the signs.
growing up, theodore was always a quiet boy, very different from his siblings. his siblings were sparkplugs, reckless and always getting into trouble.
jake had liked to believe that theodore had taken after you, but after remembering the stories your mom tells of you being a raining hellfire, he wonders how truly long his boy has been feeling unhappy. was it just this past year, or was it subconsciously his whole life?
jake didn't know if he wanted the answer to that last question.
it takes a few minutes, but he finally calms himself down enough to be able to leave the bathroom.
stepping outside, he sees theodore sat in the same spot.
he frowns.
jake doesn't know what to say, or what to do. none of the parenting books covered this.
all he can do is stand and look at the broken boy in front of him.
he thinks back to when theodore was younger, about six or seven, when he and jake would go to 7-eleven every saturday at an ungodly hour (that hour being nine, 'ungodly' because his bedtime was eight.)
theodore practically running inside the store, insisting that he can dispense his own slurpee because he was a big boy. begging to get a big cup, even though he never finished it.
he was so happy then, getting to spend time with his daddy alone-without his siblings present, doing something they 'weren't supposed to do' all while keeping the promise of: no telling mama.
jake didn't see that little boy standing in front of him, and it made him so incredibly upset that he hadn't realized he was ever missing.
sitting down next to theodore, theodore looks up at him. "were you crying?"
jake nods. "i was."
theodore frowns. "i'm sorry."
jake wraps his arm around his sons shoulder, and pulls him into his side. "don't apologize, kid."
the two sit in silence for more minutes. jake, trying to figure out what to say, and theodore, silent tears rolling down his face.
jake can't put it off any longer. he grabs theodore's left wrist and holds it up between the two of them. "i don't know exactly how you are feeling, but i know that this, this is not the answer, teddy." jake pauses.
theodore remains silent.
"i love you so much, teddy bear." jake calls theodore by a nickname he hadn't used since he was a little boy.
jake had stopped calling him that when theodore became a teenager.
dad, don't call me that anymore, it's embarrassing!
theodore lets out a sob at the use of his childhood nickname, crying into his fathers jacket.
"i-im sorry, i just- i can't, dad-" theodore begins to cough over his words.
jake pulls him closer, one hand on his back, another tousled in his curly hair.
"why can't i just feel normal?"
jake remains silent, trying to formulate what he was going to say, before speaking.
"everybody loves you so much, buddy. you need help studying for your tests? i will find someone to help you. you want to explore college options? your mom and i will drive you to check out every campus in the goddamn united states if you want to. you want to join the navy? great! you don't want to join the navy? that's okay, too." jake says, his hand rubbing theodore's back soothingly.
"i don't know why you're feeling this way, teddy. i wish that there was something i could do, or say, to make it all better. i know you're not happy, and we can get you help, buddy. there's counseling, medication—we have options, teddy. better options than hurting yourself, okay?"
"okay."
jake uses his shirt to wipe the snot from theodore's nose. "i love you, nothing will ever change that."
the two of them sit together in silence, watching the cars drive past the dark road, an honest silence between them.
jake just wants his boy to be okay.
"please don't tell mom about my scars."
jake freezes. jake had completely forgotten about you, the one who had sent him to have this talk with theodore in the first place.
what was he supposed to tell you?
if you asked, he couldn't lie to you.
"promise me you won't tell her, please, dad."
god don't say that. don't make me promise.
"dad?" theodore looks up at his dad with worry.
jake sighs. "buddy, i—i can't not tell your mom."
theodore frowns. "please don't. please, i don't want her to know."
jake sighs. if theodore didn't want him to tell you, then he wouldn't tell you.
jake reaches down, and brings theodore's wounded wrist up to his lips, placing a soft kiss there.
"i won't tell your mom about this-"he gestures to theodore's scars. "but i need you promise to try your best to not do this again."
theodore remains silent for a moment. "okay."
jake takes a deep breath. "what do you use to make these?"
teddy shrugs. "whatever i can find. knives, desk corners, mainly blades, though."
jake stills. "okay, do you think i could get them from you—when we get home? are they in your room?"
theodore nods. "under my bed."
jake nods. "i want them as soon as we get home."
"okay."
it's only a few minutes later that theodore says he's ready to go.
the car ride back home is quiet, except for the radio playing lowly in the background.
once jake and theodore get home, they quietly make their way through the house. the last thing needed was someone waking up and asking questions.
stopping at the young boy's bedroom, jake's eyes follow theodore, as he slips off his shoes, and bends down to reach under his bed. standing up, he hands you a small box full of about a dozen or so box cutters.
jake frowns at the brown tainting the bandaids theodore is wearing.
"is that all?" jake asks.
"yeah." theodore says quietly.
jake nods. "let me clean your bandages, teddy, i'll meet you in the bathroom."
"wait—what are you gonna do with those."
"i'm throwin' em' out, buddy."
"not in the kitchen garbage, mom or the boys will see."
"i know, teddy. i'll meet you in the bathroom."
jake takes the tattered box full out blades outside and throws it in the neighbors garbage can.
entering the house again, he locks the door before quietly making his way to the bathroom.
shutting the door, he grabs bandages and neosporin from the cabinet above the sink.
"when did you do this?" jake asks.
"few days ago." theodore mumbles.
"did you clean them?"
theodore shakes his head. "i never really do. i usually just slap a bandaid on them."
his words make jake wince. it's a miracle none of theodore's cuts had ever gotten infected.
slowly, jake unwrapped the bandages from his wrist. his heart absolutely breaking at the sight of theodore's freshly wounded wrist.
jake turns the water on, and lets it run until it's lukewarm. with mild soap, he gently cleans theodore's cuts.
drying theodore's wrist with a spare towel, he spreads neosporin over the wounds before applying bandages to the area.
"no more, okay?"
theodore nods. "okay."
jake pulls his son in for another hug. "get to bed, it's late. we'll talk in the morning."
"goodnight, dad." theodore says quietly.
"goodnight, teddy bear."
sighing, jake puts everything back in the cabinet and heads to bed, absolutely exhausted from what was supposed to be a simple, short conversation.
stripping to his boxers, jake tries not to wake you as he climbs into bed.
"jake." you mumble, sensing the dip in weight on your left side.
you had tried your best to be awake for when they got home, but minutes turned to hours, and you accidentally had fallen asleep.
"hey, darlin'" jake says quietly, brushing your curly hair out of your face.
"how did it go?" you asked. jakes eyes were bloodshot, his skin blotchy, you knew it couldn't have gone well but you still had a tiny bit of hope.
"he's not okay, josephine." jake says. "he's been in so much pain."
tears welled in your eyes.
"how could he have been in so much pain without us noticing?"
jake held you against his chest, you crying silently at the thought of your baby boy being as unhappy as jake is describing.
jake tells you everything.
almost everything.
he leaves out what he promised theodore he wouldn't tell you, telling you that it wasn't his place, that in time, teddy would tell you himself.
"remind me tomorrow to call my dad and ask him what the fuck he's thinking."
"i will."
the conversation ended there, and though you had a few more questions, jake looked absolutely exhausted, so you didn't push him on it.
it's been a few hours, jake had since fallen asleep, but you couldn't. you laid there, your husbands heartbeat steady in your ear.
you stared at the clock that rested on the wall across from you, counting down the minutes until it was breakfast time and you had an excuse to wake up theodore.
and when you couldn't wait any longer, the clock read 5:42am. you slowly removed yourself from jakes grasp and made your way to your sons room.
"teddy?" you said quietly.
"mom?" his voice is hoarse, strangled.
you made your way over to his bed. "hi sweetheart."
you brush stray curls out of his face.
"dad told you?" he asks.
you nodded. "only some of it. whatever he promised you he wouldn't tell me, he hasn't."
your beautiful boy frowns. "i'm sorry."
"don't apologize." you tell him. "room for me?"
theodore slides his body over, and you join him in the small bed.
he rests his head on your chest.
"you hated sleeping in your bed by yourself." you tell him, quietly.
"you would beg me for story after story just so i would stay with you until you fell asleep."
"you were such a sweet boy. you still are a sweet boy." you pause, trying to stabilize your breath. "my sweet boy."
"i love you so much, okay?" you tell him.
"okay."
"i mean it, teddy. i don't want you to ever feel like you can't come to me. even if you don't think i will understand, even if i don't understand, i will always be there to listen. so will your dad."
"you promise?"
"i promise, angel."
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a/n: this is... i don't know. this chapter is loosely based on personal experience, except, my parents weren't as nice as teddy's. i don't know how i feel about this, it did feel good to write, though, cathartic in a way i guess. this fic takes place in a universe that i'm developing where josephine and jake have four boys (you might remember josephine from the fic 'leaving' that i posted a few days ago) obviously, this is set further in the future, and i probably should wait to post this until i post the fics of the boys growing up, but i don't have any of those written and instead i hyper fixated on this, so here it is.
teddy has such a huge piece of my heart, and if any of you are feeling like teddy right now, just know that i've been there, i see you, and it does eventually get better with time.
sidenote: i have no idea what pov i want to write this in, but i guess i don't it to be y/n? i'm reading another jake series, i believe its called my girl? where its centered around an oc, but the story is written with you pronouns, and i liked how that read, so i attempted to do that here, not sure how it worked out or will work out in the future for me. as usual, i'd love to hear your thoughts about this story. this is an extremely heavy topic, and i hope i wrote about it at least decently.
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Dad Jake “Hangman” Seresin MOOD BOARD
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Hangman as a dad of two for a headcanon
This ask was so good, thank you for sending it in! I also have to shamelessly admit the first thing I thought of if that one video of him in the garden with his niece & nephew. It's so so cute!
Hangman as a dad of two:
No matter if he became a father early or later on and no matter if the kids were planned or more of a surprise: Jake is a great father, an amazing one even
And no matter if he came from a troubled family or not, if his father was absent in his childhood or abusive, or if he had come from a model family: He is the best father he can be
He is devoted and in for it the moment his girl finds out she’s pregnant
He is hands-on, reading as much about pregnancy and child-rearing as he can, taking over diaper duty and night feeding and he is supportive no matter how his kids turn out to be
Simply he is an A+ father
Hangman and his girl became parents rather early on in their relationship
they had talked about marriage and children for their joint future, but later
so when one case of a stomach bug turned into a positive pregnancy test before they were even engaged they were surprised
nonetheless, they took it like champs
Jake knew the moment she told him he was all in, no matter if there was a ring on her finger of not
that was his kid, his offspring, his baby
and he would be there for it
Always
luckily he already had a stable income thanks to his rank as a Navy pilot and Ltd, so they didn’t need to worry about money
and they weren’t alone either, his family was enthusiastic about the addition to the family and promised to help as best they could, even if they were a good distance away in Texas
It was quite a surprise when they found out there was not just one addition to the family but too
for half the pregnancy they were prepared for only one baby, a little girl
her brother had played a good game of hide and seek, hiding behind his sister for nearly 20 weeks
that was a big game changer for them but didn’t change anything about Jake's determination to do good and be the best father he could be
and he was, from the moment he knew about them, from the moment they were born he was there for them and he never left their side if he could
Jake took over diaper duty and the night feedings even if he had to get up early in the morning to get to the base for flight training
he adored the two little lights in his life and he was ever grateful for his girl for gifting him these wonders of life
Once they became toddlers and started to walk the fun only really started for him
boy was Jake enthusiastic over every milestone
you bet he cried when they said their first words
and he nearly crumbled to the floor, hands crossed over his head as he openly sobbed when they took their first step
he loves to play with them! Hide & Seek, chasing them through the garden, coloring with them
he even lets his little darling princess braid his hair when he is on leave for longer and lets his hair grow out a little
and the tea parties! He is the best tea party player there is, crammed on one of the little chairs, pinky lifted in the air just as seriously as he saluted in his job
but his favorite has to be bedtime, when he crams himself into the small space in their beds, cuddling with them and reading them a story
he is surprisingly good at coming up with different voices, giving each character their own personality
and when they have fallen asleep he kisses each of their little heads and tugs their blankets over them and then he stands in the doorway for a little longer just watching them
taking in every moment he can because he swears every day they wake up a little bigger and it’s going too fast for him
and in his bedroom with his then-already wife, he begs her for another kid, or maybe another set of twins because he believes he has it in him to give them another pair and he so desperately misses the newborn/baby stage and wants to go through all that again
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YES!!! I LOVE this!!!! Granted I love all you work. Thank you so much! I would love a part 2 if you are willing. Thank you again!
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prepare yourselves y'all she LONG (4k words even just in bullet points...i am incapable of shutting up)
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“Whatchya got there?” Jake asked when he squatted down beside that little girl with the bright blonde hair on the beach.
He half expected her to run away or start crying. But instead, she turned to him with the widest grin he had ever seen and opened up her tiny fist to show him the cowrie shell she found.
Now that he was close, he could see the resemblance more and more. She had his mom’s nose — but that was Ronnie’s smile through and through.
“Momma told me to find her a pretty!” she exclaimed.
“I think you did,” he chuckled as he watched her bring the shell up close to her eyes so she could inspect it further.
He forgot until that moment that Ronnie loved seashells. He recalled that massive jar she kept by her front door that was filled with them. He remembered a few of those shells he had put in there himself.
“Your mom’s gonna love it,” he told Maisie because it was true.
She narrowed her eyes at him, little eyebrows furrowing down in a nearly comical way. God, she was expressive. “You know Momma?”
“Uh — yeah. Yeah, we’re…” Jake didn’t get to finish.
At that moment, Rooster walked up and carried Maisie away. Leaving Jake staring at the little imprints her feet made in the sand
Then Ronnie told him the truth that he already knew. Maisie was his. He was a father. And she didn’t tell him because she thought he didn’t want this.
Responsibility, a family.
And up until maybe twenty minutes ago, she was right. Jake had always been career first, everything else second. He had to be the best, he had to prove his father wrong, he had to appear strong.
But then that little girl smiled at him and suddenly making Admiral one day didn’t matter in the slightest. He wanted to see her smile again. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to get to know her. He wanted to watch her grow up and be there when she fell down and lift her back up and maybe even love her if she wanted.
That night, he called his mom. Grace Seresin was a woman who always seemed to have answers. Who always seemed to guide with a gentle hand. (though she did reprimand him lightly for getting a girl pregnant and leaving)
“What’s her name?”
“Maisie.” It was the first time he said it out loud. And suddenly he was crying. “Momma, I…I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, son, your bed’s been made. Now you gotta lie in it.” classic southern stuff. “But you can make up for it now, if that’s what that baby’s momma wants. This has been her’s and her’s alone for four years, she may not want you around. But the least you can do is try. For that little girl.”
It hurts something inside him that Ronnie may not want him to have anything to do with their daughter…He would understand if she did.
But he wants to try. God, he wants to try cause he may have only had a few seconds with Maisie but he was in love with her already. And he would be the first to admit that he never stopped having feelings for Ronnie, either.
Jake gets her address from Penny, and the next afternoon he’s standing on her porch with a stuffed t-rex in his hands. He started to regret the toy as soon as he rang the doorbell.
Is this what dads did? What if she didn’t even like dinosaurs? Was Ronnie going to think he was trying to buy Maisie’s affections? Shit, shit, shit, shit.
Ronnie opened the door and was honestly surprised to see him standing there, nervously clutching that stuffed animal behind his back like he was trying to hide it.
“What do you want, Jake?”
“I-I just wanna talk. Really talk. Can I come in, please?”
Ronnie stared at him long and hard for a moment, but then she finally relented and moved aside for him to come in. “Maisie’s taking a nap, so…”
“Is she, uh — She in kindergarten yet, or?”
“Pre-K. She does half days.”
It hurts him that he doesn’t know that. Doesn’t know anything about his own daughter.
He felt like an idiot as he held up the stuffed dinosaur. “I brought this. Kinda realizing it was a bad idea — “
“No, she — she loves dinosaurs actually. She keeps begging me for a real one.” Ronnie nodded for him to follow her into the living room. “Come on — let’s sit.”
Jake set the toy down on the coffee table as Ronnie sat at the end of the couch, legs tucked up under herself just like she used to do all those years ago. It made Jake smile as he sat down too, leaving a few cushions between them.
“I’m actually glad you came. I’m sorry about what I said yesterday. I had no right to keep her from you.”
“No, you were right. I made it clear I didn’t want something like that and then I just ran off. I should be the one apologizing.” She doesn’t say anything, and he takes it as a sign to keep going. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry you had to do all this alone — “
“I wasn’t alone. Bradley’s been in Maisie’s life since day one.”
Jake felt a jealous pang go through him at the thought that Rooster saw all his daughter’s firsts and he didn’t.
“I’m glad you had somebody.”
They talk for a little while. Maisie was a good sleeper, so they had plenty of time to catch up. Ronnie told him Maisie’s full name and he smiled knowingly. She talked about when Maisie said her first words and took her first steps. How she was so smart and kind and had a wicked sense of humor already and was stubborn as all hell. How she loved little animals and dinosaurs and wanted to be a “palomimist” when she’s older, just like Alan Grant in Jurassic Park (her favorite film, for some reason, since Rooster watched it with her)
Jake finally finds the courage to say, “I know I just showed up. But I…I would really like to meet her. Spend time with her. Only if you want. We-We take this at your pace. What you think’s best.”
This nearly made Ronnie cry. Because Maisie was four. She went to Pre-K with other kids. She saw other kids get picked up by their dads and listened to them tell stories about their dads. Ronnie just got her comfortable with the idea that some people just didn’t have dads, or some people didn’t have moms. That was just life.
And Maisie accepted it in that way children do. In that way that was gonna come back and bite Ronnie in the ass sooner rather than later.
But it scared Ronnie to have the two of them meet. Really meet. Because Jake could just up and leave again. He was only here for a few weeks and then he was going to be gone. She couldn’t do that to Maisie. She couldn’t do that to herself. Yet she also knew what it was like to grow up without a father. And maybe she couldn’t do that to Maisie either.
“You can meet her when she wakes up.” Ronnie’s heart shattered over the way Jake’s face lit up. “But I don’t want you spending time with her alone. And…And we’re not telling her that you’re her father. Not yet.”
Jake agreed to her terms. He would agree to anything if it meant he got to see his daughter, see Ronnie, just a little more.
He missed her. He didn’t realize it fully until he was sitting on her couch but he missed her. He missed the way she laughed with her whole body and wasn’t afraid of anything, even raising a baby by herself.
Maisie walked into the room a few minutes later. Jake sat up a bit straighter like his CO had just walked in, hands fidgeting over his jeans as he watched her trudge through the room — eyes barely pulled open as she went directly for Ronnie.
She climbed into her mom’s lap, head leaned into her chest as Ronnie wrapped her up in her arms. Jake couldn’t help but wonder how Ronnie must have looked as she held baby Maisie in her arms, as she felt her kick inside her belly.
Never before had Jake wanted to punch himself in the face so much.
“Good nap, Bean?” Ronnie asked as she kissed those blonde curls.
Bean. Her nickname was Bean.
Maisie only whined in response. She was always quiet and cuddly when she first woke up. Ronnie chuckled softly as she looked up at Jake.
And he just melted as he watched them.
After a few minutes, however, Maisie seemed more alert and finally awake. She crawled off of Ronnie’s lap, a smile lighting her features as she walked up to the coffee table. She reached out to the stuffed t-rex Jake brought, but then she quickly retracted her hands as she looked back at her mom for permission.
“It’s for you, Beanie, go ahead.” Maisie was quick to turn back around and snatch the stuffie off the table, holding it up by the tiny arms with an excited face. “My friend Jake brought it for you.”
Maisie turned with the dinosaur caged against her little chest, that massive grin on her face once more. Then she said matter-of-factly, “I know you.”
Jake lifted his eyebrows, heart pounding in his chest, “You do?”
“Yeah! Remember? The beach!”
“But did you introduce yourself to my friend?” Ronnie asked.
Maisie responded immediately. She shoved the toy under one armpit and walked up to Jake, sticking out her little hand to him with an overly serious expression. “My name’s Maisie Carole Bradshaw and I’m four years old!”
Ronnie slapped a hand over her mouth to keep in her laughter. Jake shook her tiny hand with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Maisie.”
Jake stayed the rest of the afternoon. Most of it spent with Maisie dragging him around the house and the backyard, showing him her room and where she liked to play. And Ronnie watched them with shaking hands.
She didn’t let him stay for dinner, and he understood and accepted that.
But any spare second he got after that was spent with Ronnie and Maisie. Coyote was the only one who really questioned him about it and Jake told him he would explain when the dust had settled. Over what he wasn’t entirely sure.
He went with them to the beach, to the grocery store, came over to play with Maisie in the backyard, he even came over when it was dark out when Maisie begged him to come and watch Jurassic Park with her.
It scared Ronnie how easily the two of them seemed to get along. How amazing Jake was with her. How gentle and caring and sometimes downright funny.
It made something well up inside her as she watched him chase Maisie down the beach, carry her when she got too tired, listen to her as she cried about something small, hold her hand as they walked through the farmer’s market, as she watched him be a dad in those small ways
Something she thought he never wanted or really could be
And it was making her fall in love with him all over again
It all became too much though when Ronnie finally let Jake stay for dinner.
Maisie always helped Ronnie cook. She had one of those silicone knives that are safe for kids to use. Ronnie directed Jake and Maisie both to cut up the fruit while she worked on the main dish.
But Jake was doing it “wrong” and Maisie just had to correct him, “No, Daddy, not like that! Gotta do it like this!”
Jake and Ronnie both froze, stared at each other from across the kitchen island. Maisie was none the wiser. She didn’t even realize what she said. The weight that something like that could carry.
Dinner was awkward, and once it was done, Ronnie told Maisie to go play by herself for a while so they could clean up.
Ronnie just stood there, staring into the sink full of dirty dishes, her mind racing.
“You — You haven’t told her, have you?” Jake asked quietly.
“No. No, I haven’t. I think it’s…It’s because you’re the only man that’s been in her life besides Brad. I didn’t…I didn’t know she was thinking about you like that.”
He could see that Ronnie was about to cry, and before he could really put any more thought behind it, he was pulling her into his chest — wrapping her up in his arms. And she went willingly. Arms tucked to her chest as she buried her face into his.
Everything was moving so fast, it felt like. And Ronnie wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready for everything to change. She wasn’t ready for it to be anything but the little world she had forged for herself and Maisie.
But it felt right to see Jake with her. Scratched at some longing Ronnie didn’t even know she had.
And it felt good to be held. To feel loved, supported, and respected as a woman and as a mother. Ronnie hadn’t been with anyone since Jake — in every sense of the word. Guys didn’t wanna go out with a pregnant girl and once she had Maisie she just didn’t have time.
She lifted her head from Jake’s chest and he smiled down at her softly, so softly. He wiped her tears away with his thumb and her mind was made up.
“We should tell her,” she whispered to him, and the look on his face was priceless.
And so they did. They sat her down in the living room and told her that Jake was her father. And she took it in stride like all little kids seem to, accepted it and made it a part of herself without question or complaint.
That night, they watched Jurassic Park again, and Maisie fell asleep on Jake’s chest.
Ronnie let him do bedtime, talked him through it softly as he carried Maisie back to her bedroom. Told him how she liked her blankets and to turn on the sound machine. And Ronnie watched from the doorway, tears streaming down her face, as Jake sat on the edge of her bed and kissed his daughter on the forehead. As he whispered that he loved her.
But just before he could ask if he could stay, Ronnie said, “You should go.”
Jake huffed, but again, he understood. He accepted. One step at a time. At Ronnie’s pace.
She saw him out the door this time. Followed him out onto the porch with her sweater wrapped up tight around her. And before he turned to head to his car, she grabbed him by the hand and kissed his cheek.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment — searching, wondering. Then Jake caught her lips with his own and she groaned into the kiss.
That same heat and passion from four years ago was quick to resurface as Jake backed her up against the siding of the house, his tongue begging for entrance against her bottom lip. She opened for him easily, her hands clutching his face tightly as he explored her.
He slotted his thigh between her legs and he moaned softly when he felt that subconscious grind of her hips. But eventually, they had to come up for air. But Jake couldn’t get enough, his lips slid across her cheek to her jaw to the line of her throat.
But then Ronnie shoved lightly at his chest, and when he pulled away she was smiling up at him, “Goodnight, Jake.”
Then she slipped away from him and practically scurried back inside the house, closing the door behind her. And all he could really do was laugh to himself before heading for his car.
Bradley was informed that Maisie knows Jake is her father. But up until this point he had been keeping his distance so the three of them could figure this out. Let us not forget: Brad knows what it’s like to grow up without a father too. And he loves that little girl more than anything, he wants her to have everything that she deserves, and that includes a loving, present father.
So Brad came over for dinner. Because Maisie begged him to meet her daddy who flies planes just like him. And when he sees the way that Jake looks at his niece? The way Maisie looks at him??
It stirs something inside Brad. A kind of relief maybe. Not that he’s relieved to not have the “responsibility” of Maisie. She would never be a burden to him. But relief that Maisie maybe finally had the father that she deserved. One that loved her, one that would do anything for her. And Brad could see that was how Jake felt.
But Brad also noticed the way Jake looked at Ronnie, too. Like she hung the damn stars. And Brad knows.
So when dinner is done and they’re all outside in the backyard, Ronnie and Maisie catching fireflies and the boys standing on the porch with a couple of beers, Brad gave Jake the talk.
“Listen, I’ve been Maisie’s Rooster her entire life. I held that little girl five minutes after she was born. She was tiny — I could hold her in one arm, and it was terrifying.” He noticed the guilt flash over Jake’s face. “I’m not sayin’ that to hurt you, man, I’m just tellin’ it like it is. She’s as much mine as she is Ronnie’s. I love Maisie. I would do literally anything for her. Even shoot you outta the goddamn sky.”
Brad said it so casually, around the lip of his beer, that it made Jake gulp.
“So if you hurt either one of them, step even a toe outta line, well…You know what’ll happen.”
“Daddy!” Maisie suddenly screeched from the yard, “Look at my fireflies!”
She was standing there with her legs spread apart and squatted down like a sumo wrestler, glass jar filled with fireflies held over her head. Jake laughed despite the fear of God Brad just put in him. Then he stepped out onto the grass to get a closer look, to wrap his arm around Ronnie’s waist and tell her how scary her brother could be.
But then everybody’s ships out for that mission. That mission that Jake and Brad both danced around whenever they were with Ronnie and Maisie. That mission that Ronnie understood was dangerous.
Jake came to her door in his dress whites and Ronnie swears she had never felt so hollow. Not even when she sat in her bathroom alone, crying, holding a positive pregnancy test in her hand.
“When I come back — “ there was that vague navy-man promise that Ronnie knew all too well. “I wanna be with you. Really be with you. I wanna be here when Maisie wakes up and I wanna be here when she falls asleep. And…And I wanna be with you, Ronnie. I want all of it. Screw my career.”
Ronnie is still apprehensive. Because it’s not just her heart on the line anymore, it’s Maisie’s too. “Jake, I…”
“I’ll be gone for a few weeks. Just — Just think about it. And know that I love you both, so much.”
She let him hug Maisie goodbye, who knew enough from when Brad would go on deployment what was happening. She gave him back the t-rex plushie to keep him safe. And Jake swears he doesn’t cry.
Ronnie watched him pull out of the driveway with Maisie crying quietly, her little arms wrapped around her mom’s leg.
It’s not until a week later that Ronnie’s mind is made up.
“Hey, Bean, can I talk to you about something?” Maisie just continued to color, but Ronnie knew she was listening. “What do you think about Daddy staying with us when he gets back?”
This made Maisie drop her crayon and finally look at her mom. “Forever?”
“Yeah, baby, forever.”
“That would make me very happy!” She had gotten into the habit of saying that lately, something she picked up from a show Rooster let her watch.
But it made Ronnie laugh as tears built in her eyes. “That would make me happy too, Bean.”
So when the carrier came back into the harbor and Jake was back on American soil — he swore his heart stopped when he saw Ronnie and Maisie standing at the pier waiting for him.
He knew what it meant. And he ran to them. His love. His life. His little girl. His family. And Maisie ran to meet him, jumped up into his waiting arms and screamed at him about staying with her and Momma forever and ever.
Jake’s tears fell when he caught Ronnie watching them, her own tears streaming down her face as Bradley put an arm around her shoulder.
The rest of the squad was confused when they heard Ronnie’s little girl calling Jake “Daddy”. But once they heard it they couldn’t unsee it. How did they not see it before? The kid looked just like him.
Jake let Maisie go so she could reunite with her Rooster and he took a weeping Ronnie into his arms. Held her tight as he whispered how much he loved her. Thanked her for letting him in. Told her how he was in this till the end.
And she told him she loved him back. No matter how much it still scared her. No matter how much everything was changing. She loved Jake Seresin. She loved their daughter. It was the three of them against the world now.
That night, Jake sleeps over. He brings all his stuff and Maisie is so excited despite being so tired. Both him and Ronnie do bedtime together, and it feels like how it was always supposed to be.
He offers to sleep on the couch.
But Ronnie leads him back to her bedroom. Lets him climb into her bed.
And her breath shakes as she straddles his lap, as she holds his face in her hands, as his wide palms glide up her thighs to the soft flesh of her hips.
“I love you,” she repeats to him and he smiles.
“I’ve always loved you, Ronnie Bradshaw.”
They kiss slow and tender. Strip each other down to nothing and explore everything that’s changed in four years. Jake certainly got bulkier since the last time she saw him this way. He was no longer that lean pilot she messed around with. And Ronnie…Well Ronnie had a baby since the last time she was so vulnerable to him. She had stretch marks on her belly and hips from carrying Maisie — and does the body ever really snap back after being pregnant?
But Jake worshiped her like a goddess that night. Kissed every single one of her stretch marks and left some marks of his own in his wake. He called her beautiful and she felt it.
She had forgotten how good he was with his mouth. He brought her to bliss with his tongue and fingers twice before he let up — wanting her to be fully ready for him and feel every ounce of his love.
And when he finally sunk into her, the pain was evident. It had been so long. But Jake was patient, kind. Kissed at her tears and waited to move — even if it felt like his very nerve endings were on fire.
So this was what it was like to make love instead of just fucking each other. Everything was amplified, everything was sweet, everything was more.
Jake threaded his fingers through her own as he moved slow and gentle, as her hips canted up to meet him, as he dragged sloppy kisses across her chest and whispered about how he thought about her for the past four years. About how sometimes, late at night in the quiet of his bunk, he would touch himself to the thought of her. Always her. It made her gasp and come apart around him.
After the success of the Uranium Mission — both Jake and Bradley are given promotions and stationed at TOPGUN as instructors.
And six weeks later, Ronnie hands Jake a positive pregnancy test.
Maisie was going to make an amazing big sister. And Jake wasn’t going to miss a single thing this time.
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HANGMAN’S A WHAT NOW!? | j.seresin
pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x wife!reader
summary: after the uranium mission, the dagger squad is assigned more permanently to the San Diego base, so Jake and his wife make plans to move their little family out to SoCal. The rest of the dagger squad is quite surprised to find out that Hangman even has a wife, when she joins them for a beach day, with some little surprises in tow.
warnings: pure, tooth-rotting fluff, Jake being a girl dad
a/n: this is just a little piece I came up with a 4 a.m. last night. reblogs are greatly appreciated. feel free to send in requests for any of the characters on my page, my requests are open!
word count: 2k
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“Mama, are we almost there yet?”
You smiled softly at your daughter, cuddling as close to her sister as the seatbelt in the back of the car will allow her.
“Almost, Liv,” you say gently.
“Okay then, Mama,” your daughter sighs, her head falling onto her sister's, where she is snoozing on Olive’s shoulder.
You smile at your twin girls, who had been so good for you while you drove from your old home in rural Texas, to join their father in San Diego, where he has been more permanently stationed after the success of the last mission he had been called back to Top Gun for. The girls adored their father and it has been a hard couple of months without him, for all three of you. You know it has been hard on Jake too. He acted happy for the girls on their frequent FaceTime sessions, but you’ve known Jake too long to not catch the sadness in his eyes as he read them a bedtime story and watched them fall asleep without being able to tuck them into their blankets, smooth their hair back from their faces and kiss them goodnight.
Which is why you had packed up the girls, and all your essentials three days before schedule, so you could finally reunite with your beloved husband. You have been in contact with the only one of your husband's fellow pilots you’ve met, his friend Javy (or Coyote to his team), who let you know that the whole squad was having a beach day today, which is where you are headed now.
You look around at the houses on either side of the street as you follow the GPS to the location Coyote sent you, somewhere called The Hard Deck. He had texted you that you could park your van in the lot, and then go through the bar (which isn’t open this early in the afternoon, he assured you) to get to the beach on the other side.
Passing under a row of palm trees, you pull into the parking lot of the small beachside bar you have heard so much about from your husband and turn into the open spot in between Jake’s truck and a shiny Bronco.
Putting your keys in your bag, you open your door and climb out, brushing your long skirt out as you make your way around the front of the car to open the door your girls are sleeping next too.
Opening it gently, you brush you fingers through Charlotte’s dark blonde hair, so similar to her daddy’s.
“Lottie, baby, it’s time to wake up, we’re here,” you whisper to her. She stirs a little, blinking bleary green eyes up at you as a tiny hand comes up to rub her face. The arm movement jostles Olive, who picks her head up and yawns.
“Come on, my loves, can you undo your seatbelts and stand next to Mama, so I can make sure you look so pretty to see Daddy again?”
With that question, the identical faces of the best gifts Jake has ever given you light up, as if remembering where they are and why they had been driving in the car for two days.
Within seconds, your twins are standing side by side, bobbing up and down on their toes in excitement as you check that their adorable little matching outfits have not been wrinkled too much by the car ride. Once you re-tie Charlotte’s hair bow, which had come undone in the car, you take each of your daughters hands in each of yours and lead them into the empty bar.
Passing through the doors that lead onto the sand, your girls gape at the sight of the ocean sparkling in the late afternoon sun.
“Mama,” Olive says, mouth hanging open, “it’s so big.”
“Yeah, baby, it goes on for miles and miles.”
“Mama, mama, mama, look!” Charlotte bounces in place next to you and squeezes the hand she’s holding onto. “I can see Daddy!”
You turn to look where she’s pointing and sure enough, a tiny ways down the beach, you spot your husband, throwing around a ball with another man in board shorts. The man throws his head back and laughs at something Jake says.
“Mama, can we go! Can we do the surprise now, please?” Olive asks, so sweetly that your heart melts a little bit as you nod at your daughter.
“Go knock him over with the biggest hug ever, girls!” You say as you start walking again, releasing their hands so that they can run ahead.
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“Nice try, Bradshaw,” Jake yells to his friend as Rooster throws a particularly hard ball, causing Jake to have to side step to catch it.
“One day man,” Rooster grins, “one day, I’ll get you.”
Jake is just about to come up with a witty retort when he hears something he thought he wasn’t going to hear for another couple of days.
“Daddy!”
“Daddy!”
Two little voices he knows better than anything. Jake whips around in disbelief, forgetting Rooster and the game of catch in an instant as he spots his little girls running towards him, dressed adorably in little matching outfits.
Jake takes a few steps towards his girls and then drops into the sand just in time for them to come crashing into him, arms going round his neck and bodies thumping into him with such force, he goes sprawling back in the sand with his babies on top of him. He holds them there for a few moments, relishing in the feeling of them in his arms again, their puffs of laughter tickling his neck.
After a few moments, he sits up effortlessly, still holding onto the two five year olds and sets them onto their feet. Pulling out of the hug just far enough to look at their faces, Jake’s right hand comes up to stroke Olive’s hair out of her eyes while his left stays firmly around Charlotte’s waist.
“What are you doing here, you two?”
“We come early, Daddy!” Olive says, her little hand coming up to touch Jake’s cheek.
“Mama said we should surprise you!” Charlotte says, her voice muffled from where she’s pressed her face into her father’s neck.
“Did she now?” Jake asks playfully, looking up just as a pair of legs he knows very well stop in front of him. He lets his eyes trail upwards until they meet yours and he swears, he doesn’t think there will ever be a time where he isn’t affected by that beautiful smile.
“Hi Darlin,” he grins, letting go of his babies for only a moment to get to his feet before putting his hands on their heads as they wrap themselves around a leg each.
“Hey Handsome,” you smirk back, and Jake can’t help but close the tiny distance between you to press a kiss to your lips.
He feels so content in this moment, all three of his girls are finally with him after too long (in his opinion) apart, that it’s a bit jarring when Rooster’s voice breaks through his little bubble of happiness.
“I’m sorry, what the fu….rick is going on here?”
Jake laughs against your lips before pressing one last final kiss to them before pulling away and turning to see the rest of his team, save Coyote, gaping at him.
“What does it look like, Bradshaw,” Jake smirks, as Rooster rubs his ribs where Phoenix evidently elbowed him to keep him from cursing in front of the two little girls still hanging onto their father.
“It looks,” Phoenix jumps in, trying to sound mad, but failing because of the shit eating grin on her face, “like you’ve been keeping secrets, Bagman.”
You’re intoxicating laugh has Jake turing back to you, a betrayed look in his eyes, an over exaggerated pout on his lips.
“Baby?” He whines, purposefully making his bottom lip jut out and quiver slightly. You laugh again, leaning forward to kiss away his frown.
“Oh hush…..now, is your Daddy going to introduce us to the squad, or are we gonna have to report back to Grandma Seresin about his manners,” you say cheekily, leaning down to address the last part of your question to the twins. They both giggle and pull on Jake��s hands, while he stares down at his little family.
“Alright, no need to involve my mama,” he says, grinning, “who wants a ride over?”
Both of his daughters look up at him with matching grins, before Olive reaches up and starts shouting, “Sandwich, sandwich!”
“Oh alright!” Jake sighs dramatically, before taking her hands in both of his and swinging her up onto his back. Once he’s sure her little legs are locked around his waist tight enough that she won’t fall, he reaches down for Charlotte, and lifts her up to carry her on his chest.
With his daughters hanging off him like Koalas, and your hand in one of his, he leads you over to the little congregation of towels the gang had set up earlier that day.
Bob, Phoenix, Rooster, and Fanboy all rise to their feet from where they had been lounging, as Jake approaches with his family. Only Coyote remains on his towel, a fact which makes Jake smirk.
“Everyone, these are my girls,” Jake says, angling his body so that Olive is slightly visible, and Charlotte can see from where her head is back in his neck.
There’s a chorus of heys from the group and Jake feels one of Olive’s hands leave his neck, reaching up to wave at the pilots.
“This is my wife, Y/N Seresin, and these two beauties…..Can you say hi, and introduce yourself, sugar?” Jake asks Olive, bouncing a little so that she holds onto his neck again. She giggles lightly and Jake feels her nod against his shoulder.
“I’m Liv,” she says, “it’s very nice to meet you!”
She mispronounces her v’s slightly, but her greeting is so endearing that Jake witnesses all the pilots melt in front of him.
“And what about you, baby?” Jake asks Charlotte, angling his head so that he can see her face. She shakes her head slightly, her eyes so wide and innocent in her face.
“Are you sure, darlin?” Jake asks. His shy daughter just shakes her head, and turns her face, so that her face is hidden completely in her father’s neck.
“Okay….,” Jake murmurs to her, running his hand up and down her back in circles and turns to his group of pilots.
“This little one is Lottie,” he says.
“Coyote,” you say, taking the focus of the group off of your shy daughter as you call your friend, “are you gonna stay over there, or are you actually going to get up and and come say hello?”
“Ya know, I think I’m good where I am,” Coyote laughs from his seat, grinning.
“Uncle Javy!?” Olive asks, wriggling around in excitement.
“Yeah Livie!” Coyote grins, finally getting up from the ground and making his way over.
“Daddy, down please!” Olive chirps and Jake obligingly bends until his daughter can hop off his back.
The minute Olive is on the ground, she takes off running towards Coyote, and he leans down as she gets to him, and lifts her up, swinging her around in the air as her laughter explodes from her. After she's been swung around a few times, Coyote p uts her back in the sand and pulls you into a side hug.
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As the family reunites with each other, and some of the pilots go and begin chatting with Jake and his wife, Phoenix sidles up to Rooster and elbows him again.
"You good, Roos?"
The pilot turns his head to look at her, and she bursts out laughing.
"Oh come on, Bradley, is it really that shocking that Jake has a life outside of the navy?"
"Kind of!"
Phoenix goes to elbow her friend again, but he's ready this time, dodging out of the way as she goes for his ribs, the two pilots laughing as they join the rest of the group getting to know their newest members.
a/n: thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you think!
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Mrs. Serensin
A/N: Back again from the dead lol. College is kicking my ass I cannot even lie. Also, I've been pissed at the lack of diversity in fandoms/fan fics until I realized I can literally change that lol so here's my take enjoy. One shot, I wrote wherever the wind took me.
Dad!Jake Serensin x Wife!Reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, established relationship, fluff (Jake and reader being domestic and in love), only minorly proofread.
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It wasn't the warm sun on your skin that woke you up. Or even the usual patter of feet and knocking at your door that pulled you abruptly from sleep. It was the feeling of soft lips on your skin. Feather light and if you didn't focus you might've missed them. You stirred softly looking over your shoulder as Jake looked back at you with those gorgeous green eyes you fell in love with so many years ago.
"Morning Mrs. Serensin" He says with that famous boyish grin on his face as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.
"Morning" You mumble wiping your eyes after you kiss him back. "What time is it? Where are the kids?" You asked him. In seemingly no rush Jake went back to his previous role applying warm kisses to the column on your throat and along your shoulder. As much as you wanted to enjoy the moment you couldn't help but anticipate the screaming of children.
"Relax... kids are still sleeping. It's pretty early. It's just me and you darling" He says and some of his Texas drawl slips out making you smile. You lay on your back to properly look at him your hands tracing over his exposed chest down to his defined stomach. His ability to keep up with his physique while parenting three kids always ceased to amaze you. Jake smirks down at you putting his hands on your hips and giving them a squeeze.
"So are you telling me Mr. Serensin that I have you all to myself for the unforseeable future?" You ask smiling at him as he leans in close to you.
"You do Mrs. Serensin. But I don't know for how long so I plan on making the most of it," He says pressing his lips to yours passionately as you wrap your legs around his waist. After your third child, you were scared that yours and Jake's sex life would die down, or maybe he wouldn't even find you attractive anymore. Boy, you couldn't be further from the truth. You could swear that after each kid Jake only began to worship you more.
"You're gorgeous. Always so pretty" Jake whispers to himself when he pulls away from your lip to kiss at your jaw. He then quickly gets rid of his old navy shirt you had on. Slipping a finger up your slit smirking as you whimper. "Always so wet for me mama. I love it." He says pressing his lips to yours again as he slides a finger into your pussy making you moan.
"Jake please. I need you so bad. No teasing please," You beg. The nagging feeling of getting caught lingering at the back of your brain and you don't know what you'd with yourself if this moment between you two was interrupted. Jake slides another finger into you curling them just right to make your eyes roll back as you grab his wrist.
"There you go baby. I got ya. Always gotta make sure you're ready for me." Jake says pressing kisses to your collarbone as he gently pulls his fingers out and takes off his boxers. He guides himself up to your slit teasing you briefly before slowly sliding himself inside your heat both of you letting out breaths of pleasure. "Fuck you're always so tight for me mama. Three kids and you're still tight as the first night we met" Jake breathes into your neck.
One of the many things you loved about sex with Jake was how he wasn't scared to be vocal. You loved all the filthy things he would tell you as he fucked you into oblivion. No matter how many times the two of you had sex it would never get old. And this time was no different as he began thrusting in and out of you, "Yes Jake. Right there baby" You moan your hands finding his back as your nails dig gently into his flesh.
"Pussy's always ready for me. Always ready to take me. Ain't that right baby?" Jake asks as you nod. Usually, he loves to take his time with you, always wanting to make you cum before he even thinks about pleasuring himself. Unfortuantely this morning he didn't have that luxury and there is no way he would pass up an opportunity to watch you lose yourself on his cock. He sits up putting one leg over his shoulder and after a couple of hard thrusts he watches your jaw go slack and your eyes roll back. "There we go mama. There's the spot I was looking for. Feels so good doesn't it baby?"
All you can give him is moan after moan as you spiral deeper and deeper into pleasure. Jake realizes you losing your volume control and presses his lips to yours. "So loud for me. Love when you vocalize how good I'm fucking you baby" He whispers against your lips.
"Jake you're fucking me too good. Don't stop baby and I'll cum. Gonna cum all over your cock" You moan locking eyes with him. Now it is Jake's turn to get lost in your big brown eyes. The same ones he saw everytime he looked at your children.
"Gonna make a mess on my cock baby? Go ahead. Cum for me, I got you" He instructs as he slips a hand in between your body and begins to toy with your clit. That is the final straw for you as you bite softly into his shoulder to control your moans of pleasure. The spasming of your orgasm around Jake's cock has him cumming only a few strokes after you "Fuck baby I'm stuffing your pussy Oh god!" He moans into your ear before relaxing against your body.
You both lay in post orgasmic haze for what feels like forever "We should probably get ourselves together sometime soon before we end up having the birds and the bees conversation a lot sooner than we planned," Jake says making you smile. You run your hands through his hair a few times always trying to maximize the alone time you two shared,
"I guess you have a point there" You say as he smiles looking at you and kissing you "You are the love of my life Mrs. Serensin" He says before slowly pulling out of you as you whimper at the loss of contact. He stands up getting a warm cloth to clean you up with before he uses it for himself. After he does so you stand up so you can start getting ready for the day. You walk over to your closet finding clothes to put on after your quick shower. As you do so you hear Jake whistle behind you making you look over your shoulder,
"Looking good has always Mrs. Serensin. Do you know that everyday we are together you get sexier?" Jake asks as you roll your eyes and go back to the task at your hand biting your lip to hide your smile. You grab a towel before looking at him again,
"You know you don't have to sweet talk me anymore? We're married you know I'll give it to you whenever you want. Also I have a name outside of Mrs. Serensin" You say rhetorically loving that he calls you that all the time and never stops trying to woo you like the days he asked for your number.
"You know better than anyone I love the chase. As long as I'm on earth I'll spend that time hitting on you. You're too hot not to. And if I wanted to call you by your name I wouldn't of married you." He says as you continue to hide your smile from him and walk towards the bathroom. Before he can even ask you say, "No Mr. Serensin you cannot join," you smile as you see him fake pout out of the corner of your eye.
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"They have the little festival thing in the park we could take them to. Wyatt and Cam loved it last year with the face painting and the balloon animals." You say as you and Jake finish getting dressed for the day almost ready to wake the kids up. Jake walks over slapping your bum gently before wrapping his arms around you.
"Whenever you tell me to go Mrs. Serensin is where I'll be" He says as you roll your eyes. He buries his head in crevice of your neck enjoying the fresh smell of vanilla that is so uniquely you he can smell it wherever he goes.
"Well there's also-" You start before both you and Jake hear a loud crash from downstairs. Both looking scared you race out of your room and downstairs. Jake keeps you behind him the whole time as you walk into the kitchen and see your three children covered in some kind of mix and eggs. Both of your jaws hanging open.
"We wanted to surprise you and make you guys pancakes" Your oldest Wyatt says as you sigh taking a deep breath as you see Jake try to refrain himself from laughing. You hit him lightly in the arm as you get closer to your babies.
"That is so sweet of you guys but next time you can get one of us and we will help you. Just to make sure no one gets hurt." You say picking up your youngest, your little girl Julia as she smiles that big toothy grin at you. "Surprise!!" she says holding her arms out as you hold her at an arms length laughing softly.
"How about daddy helps you guys get cleaned up and dressed for the day while I clean this mess up. After that we will all get breakfast and if you're good go to the park." You say as they all clap in unison. Wyatt and Cam make a dash past Jake racing to the bathroom as you walk over to him putting Julia in his arms.
"Get to cleaning Daddy. There's a lot of work to do" You smile giving him a kiss as Julia cuddles into him leaving Jake stunned and just as dirty now. Yet he can't help but smile at you, then his little girl, and at the life he currently as. Despite the egg yolk on his shirt, and the mess that he can already hear happening in the upstairs bathroom, he swears he wouldn't change his life for anything.
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[At breakfast]
Iceman: How did the date go?
Maverick: I bet Hangman was really enjoying his time with you.
Rooster: *frowns* He wouldn't even kiss me.
Maverick: Nice boys don't kiss on the first date, Bradley. Ice wouldn't kiss me until our third date.
Iceman: ...
Maverick: It made the s*x on the first two dates very impersonal.
Iceman: *chokes on his coffee*
Rooster: *stares at Mav in shock*
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The Favorite
dad!Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader
Summary: The Daggers meet your and Jake's baby girl for the first time and arguments over who will be her favorite aunt or uncle quickly follow.
Notes/Warnings: part of the Oh, Baby Universe, but can be read alone. Based on a suggestion from @tgmreader
Words: 1288
Between the ‘She’s like your clone, Jake,” from Nat, the ‘Is anyone else surprised Hangman beat us to the baby train?’ from Bob, and the offended ‘Wait, you two were hooking up and you didn’t tell me?’ from Javy, Jake is clearly exhausted. Not that he didn’t anticipate being worn out after introducing his daughter to his team, you both did, but the last forty-five minutes have far surpassed expectations.
Being confined in a room with the Daggers historically proves to have its drama—whether in the form of unnecessary argument or playful teasing—but with your new baby girl at the center of everyone's attention, drama has started to take on new meaning in the form of obsessively watching Eve as if she might start doing tricks or giving you both grief for not spilling every detail of your ‘sneaky, secret relationship’ before this moment. To your relief, though, they’ve steered clear of asking questions about your absence over the majority of the past year. They don’t push, knowing that information will be revealed with time.
“It’s just…” Mickey begins as his eyes snap back and forth from the baby to Jake, “...so weird.”
When you chuckle, Jake rolls his eyes. “It’s not weird,” he counters.
“It’s pretty weird, man. You’re, like, a dad.”
“Lots of people are dads,” Jake says as he runs his knuckle down the cheek of the infant in your arms—his new little love.
“Yea, but you’re the dad of Y/N’s baby.”
As Bradley snorts at the obvious, you look to Jake to check on the effect of Mickey’s unfiltered words. His eyes are on your face and you smile to soften the sudden twinge of uneasiness speckled amongst the various green flecks in his irises.
Though Jake has expressed mental security in his place within the lives of you and your child, you fear what might occasionally be running through his mind. The last thing you want infecting his confidence is the consideration that maybe this situation is weird, that maybe he isn’t meant to be the father of your baby because he wasn’t intentionally chosen for that role.
Eve wasn’t planned. You can’t change that. And the choices you made when you discovered your pregnancy are enough to have any man reasonably questioning himself. But there is no other man you want as your baby’s father. Jake is it. You’re pretty positive he was always meant to be it, because your brain refuses to picture another in his place.
Jake’s stare breaks when Bradley starts to speak. “We all knew how these two felt about each other, even though they were doing nothing about it,” he says, shooting you and Jake a smirk so quick it’s barely acknowledged before he looks back to the group of pilots. “I promise you guys, once it fully sinks in, it won’t feel so wild that they accidentally made a tiny human.”
Nat’s head snaps up from Eve, but her finger remains wrapped in the infant’s smaller ones. “When, exactly, were you given enough time for it to sink in?” There is suspicion in her tone. Then her eyes go wide. “Did you already meet the baby?” she asks before turning to you and Jake. “Did Rooster meet her before the rest of us?”
As if sensing the shift in the room, Eve lets out a little whine and starts to wiggle in your hold.
“Yes, Nat,” Bradley answers for you. You can feel the sass bubbling around him as his arms cross over his chest. “By a whole three days.”
“Three days matters,” she retorts. “It could be the difference that makes you Eve's favorite. The earlier the interaction, the better.”
“She’s only a few months old. You might still have a chance, Nat,” Reuben chimes from the sideline.
“Don’t bet on it,” Bradley snorts. His sass is so expertly conveyed you’re shocked his tongue doesn’t stick out to accompany his words.
You’d scold him if not for the fact that these two often enjoy ruffling each other’s feathers when the opportunity arises. It’s all in good fun, but sometimes, depending on the topic, the teasing aspect goes over their heads.
You suppose it’s flattering that being your child’s favorite is enough to cause a bit of an upset, but it’s wasted energy. Jake will be Eve’s favorite. The Father and The Favorite are not mutually exclusive, and you know in a room full of the people she loves most in the world, Eve will never fail to run straight into her father’s arms.
Nat, however, does not consider that inevitability as she carefully slips her finger from Eve’s to face the six-foot-tall brunet head-on.
Jake mutters a curse, fingers rubbing across his forehead.
With his hands raised, Javy takes a step forward as if to prevent a physical altercation. “Alright, everybody take a breath,” he says. The winning, cocky grin that has tempted a woman or two or thirty is spread across his face. Then he points to himself. “I'm going to be the favorite. I'm her father's best friend.”
“I don't think that guarantees anything,” Bob says, only to receive a scowl in return.
It’s then that Mickey throws his own name onto the ballot. “You know, if we base this on entertainment value, she’ll obviously like me best. I’m the funniest.”
“Also the most irresponsible,” Reuben adds.
“What’s that got to do with it?”
“Um, everything,” Nat clarifies as Bob nods in agreement. “For one, you’ll never be the babysitter.”
“If you were the babysitter you’d need a babysitter,” Bradley chuckles, patting Mickey on the back.
Bob clears his throat and pushes his glasses up his nose. “That is very true; it would be chaos. What baby Eve here could use is a calming presence, and that’s me, so–”
“I’m calm,” Reuben interjects, pulling a scoff out of Javy.
“You also come up with insane ideas that make everyone miserable,” Javy says. “What are you going to do, have the baby compete in challenges only to suffer through two hundred push-ups if she loses?” he asks. “I think that’s grounds for immediate disqualification.”
Reuben’s response is drowned out by the additions of each pilot arguing their case for favorite aunt or uncle, and you’re too drained from the last hour to attempt untangling voices.
Jake sighs and shakes his head before taking your hand in his and leading you out of the living room, up the stairs to where Eve sleeps. You’re thankful that, at some point, despite the noise filling the room where your friends remain, your little girl managed to fall asleep. As you place her in her crib, you glance at Jake.
He’s sitting on the loveseat on the opposite side of the room, one hand running down his face, the other reaching out for you. When you take that hand, he pulls you onto his lap, shifting around until you’re comfortable with your back leaning against the armrest. A palm draws a lazy line of warmth up and down your leg.
“You’re a trouper, Honey,” he says, eyes unmoving from your knee.
You chuckle. “It could’ve been worse.”
“We should’ve done it one at a time; single-file line. The last thing I wanted was for you to be overwhelmed.”
Sitting a little straighter, you reach up to cup Jake’s cheek and guide his face toward yours. “Jake, I wasn’t overwhelmed. I’m fine and so is Eve,” you promise him. “Besides, they’re my friends, too. I knew what we were getting into.”
Jake leans into your touch before turning his head to kiss your palm. “They’re all crazy,” he says.
“Yes, but they’re ours,” you reply. Then you nudge your head in the direction of the crib. “And now hers.”
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Sweet Dreams
Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader
Summary: After soothing Jake after a nightmare, Jake comforts his son after one of his own
wc: 1.1k
warnings: talks of nightmares
A/n: It's been a HOT minute since I've written anything. Please enjoy some domestic hurt/comfort :')
“Was the mission successful, Lieutenant?”
“Rooster and Mav… I-I wasn’t fast enough?”
Jake jolted awake; cotton-mouthed, and forehead ridden with beads of sweat. He almost forgot he was shaking until he felt the soothing touch of your hand slide down his bare bicep. The fire in his lungs started to subside as you turned him around, the cold from the fabric of your nightgown soothing his chest once he was pressed against you. “What happened?” you whispered into his ear.
“Same shit as every year, darlin’,” he whispered back, lips dancing along the crook of your neck. You let him stay silent after that, his hands roaming the body he knew almost better than his own. His bloodshot eyes closed, nose pressing deeper into your neck as if it would help him memorize the new perfume you had bought.
You sighed and held him close, fingertips scratching the nape of his neck for his comfort. It was like this every October since the mission the Navy deemed a miracle. Jake would mark off the days on his calendar with a red pen and the nightmares came back when night fell. “My love?” you spoke after a while, making sure he was still with you.
“It was the one with Mav and Rooster,” he managed, pulling back to lie down on his pillow.
You followed him, wrapping your arms and legs around him with your head on his chest. “You could always call Rooster,” you mostly joked, “check in on him.”
“No way in hell am I gonna call Slow Ride,” he pouted. Even though he did once, on the one-year anniversary of the mission when the nightmares were at their peak. The blond rolled his eyes at your knowing giggles, he playfully shoved you away and got up from the bed. “I’m going downstairs for water, you want anythin’?”
You shook your head and got back under the blanket, turning away from him. Jake smiled kindly in return and made his way out of the room, fingers gliding along the wall to ground him. He was in this house, he was part of a team because he succeeded, Rooster’s a part of that team. It became his mantra as he descended the stairs, eyes glued to the floor.
The kitchen light was already on, it took Hangman a few seconds to register it. His brows furrowed at the freezer door that was still cracked open from the last user. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, he shut both doors and turned towards the island. “Jesus,” he cursed in shock, seeing his son silently sitting there, wrist deep in the tub of ice cream. “What are you doin’ up, son?” he breathed, masking the panic.
Luke looked up from his phone, matching bloodshot green eyes meeting his. “Late-night snack,” the thirteen-year-old responded. Jake could see beyond his answer, he knew the way his shoulders were hunched and the slight tremor in his hands—he knew it all too well. Plus he wore the faded Navy hoodie that used to be his father's, he wore it whenever you or Jake went on a mission.
“Luke,” Jake said, turning on the dad voice he perfected. He rounded the island and took a seat on the bar tool beside him, stealing his son's spoon.
“It’s nothing, dad,” Luke grumbled.
“Bullshit,” Jake smirked, raising his brows. “You know what your ma would say.”
Luke rolled his eyes and threw his head back in defeat. “I had a bad dream, but it’s alright! I’m not a baby, we don’t need to talk,” I’m a man now, men don’t talk about bad dreams.
As if he could hear his thoughts, Jake took his pointer finger and poked the side of his head. He earned a weak smile in return “We don’t talk like that in this house, son, you know that.” Sucking it up was never an option in the Seresin household, not in this Seresin household.
“I dreamt that you and mom didn’t make it back— no one made it back—grandma and grandpa didn’t want us,” Luke began to say, his grip tightening around his phone. Jake draped an arm around his son's shoulders and pulled him closer. “We had nowhere to go, we were alone.”
“I’m right here, your mom's right upstairs, and your uncle Javy is a phone call away,” Jake reminded him calmly. Luke’s frame relaxed, his head finally leaning on Jake’s shoulder. “You know there’s a plan if something happens, we’d never leave you alone, kiddo.”
The two Seresin men sat in silence for a while, the ice cream on the counter beginning to melt in front of them. “I’m afraid to go back to sleep,” Luke admitted after a while.
“Yeah, me too.”
“D-did you have a nightmare too?”
Jake’s lips thinned, his initial reaction was to deny it, suck it up, and move on as his dad beat into him growing up. But even in his darkest time, he was still an example to his children, “Yeah, but it was just a dream,” he nodded along with his words, then he nudged him, “but there’s someone who always makes it better.”
You felt restless after Jake left the bed, tossing and turning, turning the lamp off and on until it remained permanently on while you waited for your husband. When the door started to creak open, you sat up, the blanket pooling around you. Of course, you expected a six-foot aviator to walk through the door, but you didn’t expect the lanky boy by his side “Hi honey,” you greeted Luke, your eyes fixed on Jake cautiously.
“Got room for another tonight? told him you’re the best sandman around,” Jake questioned, sending you a look. Taking the hint, you smiled and opened your arms. Your son grinned and crawled into the bed, hugging you tighter than normal. It all made sense.
Jake climbed in beside you, pressing a kiss to your temple before getting comfortable.
“Want to talk about it?” you asked, pushing back his hair.
Luke shook his head, pulling out his dog tags and running his fingers along your name and call sign. “No,” he muttered, “Dad and I already did…I’m feeling better. Just sleepy.” He pulled the blanket to his nose, slipping off you and finding his place in the middle. You playfully covered his eyes, making him laugh which resulted in Jake turning around to face the action. You and Jake locked eyes, your hand left Luke’s face to brush along your husband's face.
Jake wrapped his hand around your hand, pulling it closer to kiss your palm. “Goodnight boys, sweet dreams.”
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a conversation that i feel like that would most likely happen with jake and his girls
“daddy? can we listen to something please?”- violet
“yeah. can we?”- caroline
“this song is yucky. change it, daddy.”- madison
“girls! we respect the king of country music in this car. none of his songs are yucky. all of them are amazing.”- jake
jake definitely plays george strait (the king of country music) in the car when he has the girls with him. and most definitely when that happens, the girls always try to convince their dad to change the station to play something else, besides that
oh i can so see this happening! jake is very adamant on starting them on the classics at a young age and that definitely includes a lot of country. i don't know a lot about country music bc i don't really listen to it, but i can definitely see them whining for him to change the station haha
he thinks he's got it under control when they stop pestering him to play the moana soundtrack, but then they start wailing in tandem bc they know it'll get him to crack and he's a goner. he'll listen to how far i'll go a thousand times if it means he never has to hear that commotion ever again 😂 but definitely sometimes he'll put his foot down and be like girls you gotta learn about the greats!!! and they're just like meh okay
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all you had to do was stay ✪ part 8
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader
Summary: Six years ago Jake hit your life like a hurricane. In and out in a matter of weeks. You thought after you get over the disappointment of him leaving without saying a word you’d never think of him again. But then two pink lines change your life forever. Now he’s back and still has no idea that the little girl by your side is his daughter.
Words: 2k
Warnings: fluff, angst,
A/N: Here’s part eight!! enjoy
feedback is always appreciated <3
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You watch as Jake and Josie play in her room. Jake looks exhausted. He’s been spending time with you and Josie every chance he gets and you have a feeling that sleep is very low on his list of priorities right now. His lids are heavy and he’s hunched over as he moves one of Josie’s stuffed toys, speaking with a funny voice. You really don’t want to interrupt them but it’s Josie’s bedtime and Jake also desperately needs some rest.
“Alright, you two. It’s bedtime.” You say softly. Josie’s mouth turns into a frown right away.
“Nooo, five more minutes! Please, mommy.” She gives you her best puppy dog eyes but you stay strong.
“Not tonight, honey. Your dad’s about to fall asleep on the floor.” You look at Jake, his head resting in the palm of his hand, eyes almost closed and his hair falling into his face.
“Not true.” He widens his eyes in an attempt to appear more awake. It’s not working, especially with his words almost slurred from tiredness.
You roll your eyes, “You two are unbelievable. C’mon.”
You help Josie get ready, and the fact that Jake opts to just stay laying on the floor instead of joining you two says enough.
He jolts up when you return to Josie’s room. “I’m up!” He rubs his eyes and you bite back a laugh.
“Sure you are.”
After saying good night to Josie and closing the door, you look at Jake and without thinking twice about it you say, “You should sleep here tonight.”
“What?” his eyes widen and this time he really does seem more awake.
“There’s a guest bedroom.” You point at the door.
“Oh.” His shoulders droop a little.
Shaking your head you squeeze his arm softly, “I don’t feel comfortable having you drive like this. You’re exhausted.”
Jake shrugs his shoulders. “I’m used to it.” You give him a look and he sighs, “Okay, yeah, maybe I’m a little more exhausted than usual.”
“Get some rest before you head back, please. I don’t need you wrecking your car or something.”
Jake’s lips curve up into a smile, “Okay.”
You show him the guest bedroom and when you turn to look at him there’s a shimmer in his eyes. “You gonna tuck me in, sweetheart?”
“In your dreams,” you roll your eyes.
Jake lets out a sigh, “Yeah, I guess.” He gives you another smile. “I’m gonna have to leave early tomorrow morning to make it to training on time. So I’ll probably be gone by the time you get up.”
You nod your head, you figured it would be like that. “I just don’t want you to drive while you’re overtired.”
Jake’s hand moves to the side of your face and he gives you a soft kiss on the cheek, “Thanks for looking out for me.”
You don’t know what else to say so you say, “Get some rest Lieutenant Seresin.”
Something flashes through his eyes and he grins, “Is that an order?”
“Very much so. And I’m going to become very unpleasant if you don’t follow it.” You cross your arms over your chest.
“Gosh, I— … You’re adorable.” He shakes his head. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” He leaves one more kiss on your cheek and you can only whisper a small goodnight before he’s disappeared inside the guest bedroom.
Almost in a trance you enter your own bedroom and change into your pyjamas, it’s still early but there’s not much to do, maybe you’ll read for a bit or watch some tv.
The knowledge that Jake is sleeping in your house, only a few doors down from your own bedroom, makes you nervous. Not in a bad way, but you know there’s more between you and Jake than just being parents to Josie. The air between you is practically sizzling every time you’re alone. And you care about him. You care about him so much. Would it really be so bad to give it another try? He’s changed from who he was six years ago. He’s great with Josie, he’s proven that you can count on him. He’s taken actions to change his career in a way that would allow him to be around more. And if you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve fallen for him. And every day you fall a little more.
You’re still trying to protect yourself and Josie, especially with this dangerous mission coming up. But you also know that it’s already too late for Josie, she loves Jake with all her heart and losing him would devastate her. Your eyes start burning as you picture yourself telling Josie that Jake’s not coming back. It’s one of the scariest thoughts you’ve ever had. Even scarier than the thought of allowing yourself to fall for him, to trust him again, to go all in and him breaking your heart again.
As you sit there at the edge of your bed you realise that soon Jake will be leaving on the mission. A mission that is so dangerous that even Jake isn’t sure if he’ll make it back. Maybe this will be one of the last times you see him. You don’t want to think like that but it’s not like it’s unrealistic.
You shake your head. What the hell am I doing?
You get up, kill the light in your room, return to the door of the guest bedroom and open it gently. You don’t want to wake him in case he’s already asleep.
“Sweetheart?” Jake’s raspy voice reaches your ears and you let out a sigh of relief. “Everything okay?” He sits up in bed and turns on the bedside lamp.
“Yeah I just …”, you wring your hands together. “I was wondering …” Jake looks at you curiously, his features soft in the warm light of the lamp. “Would you mind if I just sleep next to you?” You bite your lips together waiting for his reply.
“C’mere.” He moves over a little bit and lifts the blanket. You don’t even hesitate as you lie down beside him, his arm moving around your waist as he covers you with the blanket. He’s about to pull his arm away but you reach for his wrist.
“I thought you just wanted to sleep next to me.” He whispers and without looking at him you know his smirking.
“Don’t be a smartass”, you roll your eyes, “Can you just hold me?” Then you feel his arm tighten around you, pulling you closer to him. You’re surrounded by his scent and his warmth and you don’t remember the last time you felt this at peace.
You feel Jake pressing another kiss on your cheek. And as if he knows exactly what you need in that moment he says, “Careful what you wish for, sweetheart. If it was up to me I’d never let go of you.”
You lean back against his chest and sigh. “Sounds pretty good to me.”
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When Jakes shows up the next day you immediately know that it’s time.
“You’re leaving.” It’s not a question, you can tell from the solemn expression on his face.
He nods, “Tonight.” The sun has already begun to set.
“How much time do we have?” You reach for his hand and pull him inside the house before closing the door.
“Not much. I just came by to say goodbye and tuck Josie in.” Warmth spreads in your chest at his words, but the warmth is quickly followed by ice-cold worry. He’s leaving.
You can only nod and motion for him to follow you, Josie is already waiting for her bedtime story.
“Hey, peanut.” Jake smiles and Josie sits up excitedly.
“Daddy! Will you read my bedtime story today?” She holds the book out to him.
He turns to look at you questioningly and you nod. As if you’d deny him that. “Of course, Josie.” He reaches for the book and sits down at the edge of her bed.
You watch as he reads the story to her, with different voices and everything and you feel a lump form in your throat. He’s a good dad. You just hope he’ll be able to read many more stories to Josie.
Jake softly closes the book once he’s finished, his fingers running over the cover absentmindedly.
“Daddy’s gonna be gone for a little while.” He finally says. “I have to leave because of work.”
Josie’s eyes widen, “You need to safe the world?”
Jake chuckles, “Something like that.” He runs his finger over her nose making her giggle.
“But you’ll be back soon?” Josie’s voice is hopeful, and you so desperately want to hear Jake say that of course he’ll be back, why wouldn’t he? But you know that he can’t promise that.
“I’ll do everything in my power to get back home to you as soon as possible.” Jake says and smiles. “Can I have a hug goodbye?” Jake hasn’t even finished his sentence when Josie’s arms wrap around his neck. Both of them hold on to each other tightly and you have to look away so you don’t start crying.
“Be good, okay?” Jake whispers and kisses Josie’s head, “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Daddy,” Josie murmurs into his neck. It’s both heartbreaking and so absolutely beautiful to see them like this.
After a long while, they finally let go of each other and Jake tucks Josie in.
“Sweet dreams, peanut.” He kisses her forehead and she closes her eyes with a smile.
“Sweet dreams, Daddy.”
Jake rubs his hand over his sternum as he stands up and then his eyes find yours. They’re brimming with tears and you doubt yours look much better.
You reach for his hand and lead him into the hallway.
“You can’t stay a little longer?” You ask and thread your fingers through his, enjoying the feeling of his skin against yours.
He shakes his head, regret evident on his face. “I have to be on base in an hour.”
“Okay.” You walk back to the front door in silence. You don’t want him to leave but you don’t have a choice, it’s time to say goodbye. At least for now.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” You say and reach into the little bowl by the front door. “I had a key made for you. So if you ever want to come by and we’re not home you don’t have to wait on the porch.” Or if you come home from your mission in the middle of the night, you think but don’t say it.
“Thank you.” Jake smiles softly as he takes the key and adds it to his keychain. It makes you weirdly happy to watch him do it.
“Be careful out there okay?” You say as Jake steps onto your front porch.
“I always am.” He smiles softly and squeezes your hand.
You look at him doubtfully. “Your callsign is Hangman.”
“Don’t worry about me, okay?” His free hand moves to cup the side of your face. “I’ve got a lot to lose. I’ll be careful.”
You nod your head mechanically. “Okay.”
Jake rests his forehead against yours, his breath fanning over your lips. “I’m gonna kiss you now.” He whispers and shiver runs down your spine.
“Please.” You tilt your head and then his lips are on yours and your insides are fluttering. You step closer towards him, as close as possible, your whole body pressing against him. Your arms wrap around his neck while he pulls you closer with his arm around your waist.
The kiss is urgent and gentle at the same time and when his tongue touches yours you let out a soft moan. You don’t know how long you kiss like that but you never want it to end.
Eventually, though, Jake pulls back just enough that he can look into your eyes.
“Sweetheart, I l—“
You pull him into another kiss to shush him and shake your head. “You can tell me when you get back, okay?”
You’ve never seen Jake this vulnerable. And you know he wants to tell you that he loves you. And you want to tell him the same thing. But you want to hear him say it once he’s back. So the adrenaline rush of hearing him say those three little words isn’t overshadowed by the massive worry for him.
“You tell me when you get back, understand?” Your voice is thick with tears.
“Okay.” He nods and presses another kiss on your lips. “I’ll tell you when I get back.”
You pull him into another deep kiss and you keep kissing him until your lips are swollen and Jake absolutely has to go.
“I’ll see you again soon, sweetheart.”
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Hangman was always compared to Iceman while at Top Gun. He pulls of stunts with perfect precision. Gets along well with the upper brass. Natural leader during dire situations.
His instructors all agree that he'll go up the ranks.
Hangman, however, he wanted to be more like Maverick.
He wanted to be able to fly outside the box, push himself and the plane to it's limits.
Because when worst comes to worst, technical precision will not be enough. However, creativity? Especially finding creativity within a technical field requires a different kind of mastery.
Maybe if he tried had tried hard enough to develop that kind of mastery his wingman wouldn't have been shot down.
Mission was deemed a success, they concluded that he did not make any mistakes.
("You did everything you could, son," the admiral said setting the briefing papers aside. "Your actions were deemed the best course of events given the circumstances, you made no mistakes given the circumstances."
Only because none of us were able to think of a better alternative.
"Of course, sir." Hangman simply said.
No mistakes given the circumstances isn't enough. And it won't bring a dead man back to life.)
He tried to be better, but in the process made Hangman the name of someone untrustworthy, the name of the executioner.
(It's fine. When it matters, I'll be able to complete the mission and they'll be able to go home.)
---
Hangman wasn't chosen as Dagger 2. Maverick named him spare.
He didn't want to think about the implications of The Maverick not choosing him. Although, he doesn't blame him.
His job was straightforward, fly in fast, and provide air support. Cool. Precise. No mistakes.
Target locked. Fire.
---
He stepped forward to meet Admiral Kazansky.
"You disobeyed orders," the man said looking him up and down.
"Yes, sir."
"Do you regret it?"
"Not when it saved the lives of my team," Hangman said meeting his eyes. "We may all be rivals, but at the end of the day we all want everyone to come back alive."
Admiral Kazansky didn't respond, simply staring at Hangman, and Hangman didn't avert his gaze. The silence stretched until he could hear the static of electricity from the walls.
Admiral Kazansky chuckled as he shook his head, "You're just like Maverick." Kazansky looked the younger man in the eye, "you put your whole heart and soul in your flying."
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