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Haven't Felt Like This My Dear, Since Can't Remember When

☸︎ Next Chapter | Goin' Steady Universe

☸︎ Top Gun 1940s Au

☸︎ Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Nurse!Reader

☸︎ Word Count: 4K

☸︎ Warnings: Cute!Jake, Flirty!Jake, Pure Fluff, Risky Flying

☸︎ A/n: I kind of love them.... I hope you do too. Day 4 Also, yes I know there are Pearl Harbor movie references and some quotes.

☸︎ Libray

Friday, October 20th, 1939

Joint Base, Charleston, South Carolina

Weather in the Carolinas was always hot and humid, though that Friday temperatures seem to be rising. The boys had been going at it for the better half of the day, the afternoon sun high in the sky wearing on each of the Terrors. Jake and Brad had both gone up for another flight practice round. By this point in the day, the pair was flying for the fun of it, more than out of the actual need to train. The rest of the Terrors, spun out, lay on the side of the tarmac, and gazed up towards the skies waiting for Jake and Brad to reappear.

…

“What do you say we play some chicken?”

“Jake, I’m not doing it this time. It was too damn close last time, and I don’t feel like getting my ass chewed by the Major again.”

Slight humming can be heard through the headset, Jake silently nodding along to Bradley. They were about to round the flight tower, and if they didn’t plan it right, a fatal crash was sure to ensue.

“Now don’t be a baby, I’ll tell you wh– .”

“I’m not doin’ it, Jake.”

“Well, I’m playing. So, you can turn, or you can hit me. What’ll it be?”

“God damn it, Jake. Why do you do this to me?” The pause in the speakers, crackling over the airwaves with anticipation. “Which way you goin’?”

“Well, I guess I’ll go right. No, uh, left. I’ll go left.”

“Okay we’re going left. Right?”

“Ri–uh, right, Right?”

“Wait right like we’re going right, or right like we’re going left?”

The distance between the two planes shrinks significantly, as each pilot catches sight of their wingman around the tower.

“Well damn it Brad I don’t know, now you got me all mixed up.”

“You’re the one that wanted to play. Make up your mind!”

The tension clearly building, as the onlooking Terrors hear the rumble of the two plane engines. The group of pilots’ eyes bounced from one plane to the other. Waiting in anticipation, to see if a head-on collision was bound to happen.

“Alright, we’re going right. Righty-tighty Brad, righty-tighty.”

Both planes round the tower, noses aimed at each other. Though with the last second, both pilots rip their individual yolks to the right. Planes turning on their side, bellies almost grazing, and just missing each other. The cheers of all the Terrors echo throughout the airstrip and hangars, though it comes to an immediate stop as Major Dolittle makes an appearance.

“What hell do they think they’re doing?”

The group of Terrors stands at attention in silence, though it��s Bob that breaks the awkward moment.

“Yes, sir, an entirely inappropriate use of military aircraft, sir.”

The Terrors all stand at attention, holding off on their laughter. As Major Doolittle silently glares at Bob, his slicked-back hair no longer up to standard. The force of the p-40s having blown it off.

“Get my hat, Floyd.”

Which nod and a sharp ‘Sir.’ Bob hurries to locate the Major’s missing hat. The rest of the Terrors stood by waiting for further commands. Placing the hat back into the Major’s palm, as he lets out a final demand.

“When those hedge-hoppers land, you send them to my damn office.”

The group of Terrors remains at attention, and in unison repeat a sharp ‘Yes Sir.’

…

Both pilots stand at attention, as Major Doolittle paces back and forth in front of them. His harsh yelling echoes through the office, and down into the side corridors of the building. This wasn’t the first time the pair had been yelled at, constantly testing just how far they could go in the sky. Jake and Brad quickly glance at each other, as the major paces behind his desk. Both of their gazes settled on straightforward, looking out the window, not meeting the Major’s direct gaze.

“What kind of stunt was that? Do you think that that $45,000 aircraft is there for your amusement?”

The statement is clearly directed at Jake, as Doolittle rounds his desk to stand face-to-face with the pilot.

“That’s not your aircraft, that belongs to the taxpayers of America. What were you even trying to do?”

Jake subtly shifts on his feet, straightening his back and meeting the Major’s gaze briefly.

“I was honing my edge, sir.”

A sharp laugh falls from the Major’s chest, eye’s falling from Jake to Brad, silently shaking his head at the pair.

“That’s not training Seresin. That’s a stunt.”

The tone of his voice is sharp, a clear indication that they had royally screwed up.

“One that’s reckless and irresponsible. Haven’t you boys learned anything in the past two years?”

The Major slowly circles the pair, clicking his teeth as he tries to figure out what to do with them.

The not so sublet a deep breath falls from Jake’s lips, clearly frustrated with the fact that they were getting in trouble. His eyes remain off the Major, looking in every direction that he is not. Before long his eyes settle on the slew of trophies, littering the Major’s shelves. Trophies for flight stunts, alike those that the pair had just flown.

“Major, how can you preach that, when you're famous for those exact stunts.”

“Don’t you get cute with me, son.”

“No, sir, I mean no disrespect. And it would be reckless and irresponsible if we were just doing it to be a showoff.”

Jake's voice only wavers slightly, as he catches sight of Brad out of the corner of his eye. A silent ‘watch what you say,’ from the wingman to Jake.

“But, sir, I was trying to inspire the men. Like you’ve inspired me, throughout your prominent career.” Jake's back stiffens as if a metal rod had been cast through him. “The French have a word for it, sir, when the men get together and honor their leaders. They call it an homage, sir.”

A soft shake of the head can be seen, as Brad's eyes widen and fully comprehend the crap that Jake spews out to the Major. The quiet mutter falls from his lips “Really?”

The Major glances between the two pilots, unaware if he should laugh or yell.

“A what?”

“An homage, sir.” Jake says it a second time with even more uncalled-for confidence.

“That’s bullshit, Seresin.” The Major’s tone harsh and nowhere near easy going. He rounds the two pilots once more, before landing at the side of Jake and clicks his teeth in though. “But it’s very good bullshit.”

The comment makes Jake smile subtly, glancing over his shoulder to Brad as Major Doolittle round his desk once again to sit.

“Thank you, sir.”

Both pilots finally relax slightly, as the Major lets out a faint laugh with the cock of his head. He settles back in his chair, hands folded in his lap, as he silently watches the pilots. A sharp click of his tongue echoes through the small room.

“You too, are two of the best pilots that the United States Navy has ever produced. But that doesn’t mean, that you can go around doing jack all. Expectations need to be met, and managed.”

Both pilots’ gazes now settled on the Major, instead of the back window. Each of them gave him a firm nod. Though a soft smile followed by a shake of the head is all they get in return before he casts them out of the office.

“The pair of you, get hell out of my office. I’m tired of looking at you half-witted dingbats.”

Both pilots stand at attention, releasing a firm ‘Sir.’ Making their exit to the locker room, to dress down for the day.

…

Jake half-heartly listens as Brad, chews him out for landin’ them in the Major’s office yet again. His mind had been elsewhere after finishing up for the day. No, Jake wasn’t listening to a word Bradley said. The only thoughts coursing through his mind were of you and the date he been waitin’ on for a week.

Slipping into the green dress uniform, Jake checks his features over in the mirror. Hand ranking back through his hair, to make sure it was perfectly styled. The action catches Brad's gaze, and the pilot slowly turns and leans against his own locker.

“What’s got you all duded up?”

Jake gives his wingmen a sideways glance, before grabbing the uniform jacket and hat, slipping both of them on.

“I got that date tonight.”

Once perched against his locker, a laugh falls from Brad's lips as he grasps at Jake’s shoulder.

“She’s actually lettin’ you take her out?”

Scoffing quietly, Jake heads out the locker room door. Brad was on his heels, digging for more information. Speed walking to catch up with Jack’s long, direct strides.

“I’m just saying, she’s a pretty nurse and you’re…. well, you’re an asshole.”

Brad continues to poke at Jake, trying to get a rise from him. Though Jake barely acknowledges him, jumping in the naval grade jeep that was taking him to the train station, where he was meeting you.

“Are you even listening to me?”

The tone of Brad’s voice sounds slightly hurt, and Jake can’t stop the laugh that leaves his chest.

“Nope.”

Fixing the sunglasses that rest on the tip of his nose, Jack settles into the passenger seat of the jeep. Glancing back to Brad, who waits at the side of the jeep. His expression matches the one of a child, who’d just been told they had to stay home.

“Where are you even taken her?’

“Carnivals in town.” The cheeky smile spreads across his lips, as Jake glance to his side at Brad.

The jeep starts up and is driving off before the wingman can say anything else. Though as Jake glances back, he can see Brad's lips moving, as he kicks at the ground. A sharp laugh falls from him; righting his form, Jake settles back in his seat more than excited to see you.

…

You fiddle slightly with the lace fabric of your dress, the golden material falling around your hips. The matching bolero wraps around your shoulders, the look completed by the sunhat resting atop your head. You’d had an early shift this morning, and the whole time your mind continually wandered to the handsome pilot you had met just last week.

You had been stunned by how forward he was in asking you out. You were used to overly zealous men in uniform, given that you were a second lieutenant, in a naval nursing unit. But something about Jake was different, he had given you butterflies from the moment he said hello.

You and the girls were in the process of moving around bases. Last week you had ended up in Joint Base, running through the nursing station there as they were short on hands.

Jake had shown up to the infirmity with his wingman, who somehow had gotten a bloody nose. Jake saw you and was at your side, like a bee to honey. Asking you questions and outright flirting with you, as you gauzed up his friend’s nose.

By the time you finished, Jake had learned your name, whether you were rationed (you were not), and had swindled you into agreeing to him calling on you. Which landed you here, all dolled up, patiently waiting on his train to arrive. You hadn't planned to be early, but your anxiety kicked in and had you leaving your quarters just after three. You and Jake have been planning to meet around 4:30, but you caught the early train and got in at 4:10. The 20 minutes in between had increasingly worsened your anxiety.

“Well, if you aren’t the prettiest dame, I’ve ever seen.”

The voice slightly jars you, though as you turn, you’re met with the sweet smile of Lieutenant Jake Seresin. The red blush that settles on your cheeks is prominent, and you silently wish that the pilot didn’t have such a strong effect on you.

“Lieutenant,” The greeting is lost upon you, as your eyes scale the formal uniform he sports. A cheeky grin sits on his lips when your eyes finally reach his face again.

“I am to please, doll. Am I up to par, with your well-honed standards?”

A gentle laugh escapes you, as a soft smile creases your lips. Glee and mischief glimmer through both your, and Jake’s eyes.

“You’ll do.”

With a slight turn on his heel, Jake faces toward the outside of the train station, arm out and waiting for you to wrap your gloved hand around it. Your hand settles in the crook of his elbow naturally, and it’s almost as if the two of you had been going together forever.

“Where are we goin’?”

Jake looks to you with a quick glance and gives you a smirk. You notice that the look is almost permanently etched on his face, and you decide then that the look is enterally Jake. That if anyone else ever looked at you again, with that smirk and sly eyes, it would never be right.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it honey?”

From anyone else’s mouth, the name might have sounded deeming. Though when Jake said it, all you could hear was playful banter and alike teasing.

…

World Carnival, Charleston County, South Carolina

The rows of lights and sounds of gleeful laughter, gave it away before you could even see the Ferris wheel. Just the peak of it peeking out against the Charleston skyline, and the sight of the rotating ride has excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach. Jake laughs slightly as the hand tucked in the crook of his elbow gives a slight tug in excitement. Your eyes move from the carnival rides and back to him, the once sweet smile, a full-blown grin that rests upon your face.

“You excited?” the teasing tone in his voice, causes you to laugh.

“What do you think?!” You're practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you say it, silently waiting for Jake to give you the go-ahead.

Your step size slightly quickens and anticipation as you reach the carnival. Your eyes grow wide as you take in its grand size, and Jake can't take his eyes off of you. enthralled with the look in your eyes and how happy you seem. He's quick to pay for both of your tickets, ushering you through the entrance gate with a hand resting on your back.

“Where to first, honey?”

It seems like an easy question, should be an easy question, but with so many attractions in front of you, you can't help but to be unsure which one to pick first. Your eyes bounce from the bottle toss to the Ferris wheel, and then to the merry-go-round, slightly overwhelmed with the number of options.

“Long as we go on the Ferris wheel last, when it's all lit up, I’m fine with starting wherever.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

…

You’d made it through a round of fun fair games, Jake helping you throughout. The two of you now settle in front of the baseball toss, the clown faces daunting on the pins that needed knocked over. You played every game except for this one, the stuffed bear you'd seen when you first came in, still sits at the top right corner of the game tent.

Jake's hand had since then moved to settle around your waist, a comforting gesture as the sky grew darker, and the carnival lights grew brighter.

“Which one do you want, doll?”

Jake had been sweet on you all night, never looking at any other girls. You’d had Jake’s full attention; whether it was calling you darling pet names, the fact that he was always touching you in some way, or the way that he was undeniably kind and sweet to you.

Jacob Grant Seresin was enamored with you.

“I was kinda hoping for the little teddy. If that’s okay?”

Jake's line of sight follows the direction in which your finger is pointing, spotting the brown bear, before looking back at you.

“Not a problem, honey.”

The statement is followed by a sly smirk and a quick wink, that has you blushing and grinning like a ditzy doll. Jake's arm falls from around your waist, reaching out to give the man controlling the booth two tickets, before being handed three baseballs. Your hands rest in front of you as you watch in wonder, and slight appreciation, of the man before you.

You weren’t usually one to fall victim to the male physic, but something about Jake made you feel all sorts of things, that your momma would have classified as sin had she known. You miss the first ball being thrown, too lost in thought of how handsome Jake looked. The final two you catch though, each of them landing perfectly on their designated target.

Jake had made the game look like it was made for a child, knocking over the five different clown-faced pins, with only three throws. How he’d done it was beyond you, though you wouldn’t have minded watching the action again.

“The brown one, right honey?”

You catch the sight of both the worker and Jake looking back at you, a small smirk rests upon Jake's lips, while the worker looked less than thrilled with his current job. You’re nodding in answer before the words can form, finally muttering a quiet ‘yes please.’

…

The crowd of the night is slowly dying down and as the night grows later you can’t help but not want the date to end. Your sun hat rests in Jake's left hand, he’d instead on carrying it for you, while his right hand is once again wrapped around you. Tucking you in close to his side, the placement pleasing the both of you.

You pick away at the bright pink cotton candy that Jake had bought you earlier, walking step for step with him to the ferries wheel. You pop a piece of the sugary delight into your mouth, before looking up at Jake and seeing his own mouth open while looking down at you.

Without a second thought, you pluck up a piece of the treat and gently place it in his awaiting mouth. Bringing your own fingers back to your lips, and suck off the sugary remnants. Either of your eyes leave the other until Jake's eyes dip down to your lips as you lick the sugar from them.

He glances back at you, shakes his head, then squeezes your hip gently, pulling you in closer to his side.

“Oh sugar, your trouble.”

The words heat your cheeks, and you glance away from Jake quickly, eyes focusing on the awaiting Ferris Wheel. Though you don’t miss the delicate kiss that Jake places to the crown of your head.

…

The click of the bar across your and Jake's lap signals the worker to start the Ferris Wheel, the sound of the machines starting, is followed by a harsh jolt that knocks you back against the seat. Though it has your seat rising in the air, the lights from the ride light up the night sky. Your hand clasps onto Jakes as you look out over the Charleston skyline, you couldn’t be more pleased with how your night went.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is.”

The softness of his tone in reply to your comment has your eyes glimpsing in Jake’s direction. Expecting him to be looking at the night sky as well, though you find his gaze directly on you. A soft smile resting on his lips as he looks at you like he was taking in every square inch of you.

Realization of his comment has you blushing once again, though this time you hide yourself again Jakes shoulder. Partially tucked in his neck, your mind registers your position only after you did it. You stiffen slightly, worried that you might have gotten too close, that you were taking too many liberties in thinking that Jake liked you. Though he doesn’t, instead the arm you’re leaning against moves easily and wraps around you. Pulling you in, to lean farther into Jake's chest.

The two of you sit, wrapped in each other’s arms, as the seat sways slightly with the breeze. Enjoying the comfort that you’ve both found in each other’s hold.

…

“I know it’s late, but if it’s okay, there’s one last place I wanna take you to, honey.”

The carnival had closed entirely just after the two of you had gotten off the Ferris Wheel. The lights shut down around you, as the pair of you walked out of the entrance hand in hand. You in no way were ready for the night to end, and by the look in his eyes, you were sure Jake was going to take you somewhere special.

“Lead the way, Lieutenant.” The pitch in your voice is light and airy.

Jake only laughs at you, a smirk making its way back onto his face, as he guides you along the path that follows the bay.

“You keep calling me Lieutenant, honey, and I’m gonna have to start addressing you the same way.”

You glance up from the dark water that had captured your attention, briefly look into Jake's eyes, and give him a cheeky smile of your own.

“Maybe we’ll make it into our own little game.”

The both of you laughing, though for different reasons. You thought the idea was cute and simple, a little tease between the two of you. Though Jake couldn’t stop his mind from wandering off into the fact that he would more than love to play any game with you, so long as it was for the rest of his life.

The silence of the night is disturbed, by the soft melody of a band playing in the background. You round the corner of the walk, feet coming to a halt as you gaze upon a pier. Lit up by a single lamp post and the stars of the midnight sky, a group of musicians is stationed in the middle of the dock as sweet tunes and melodies drift from their instruments. You glance up at Jake in clear wonder and fascination.

“I ran into them a couple months ago. I came out here to clear my mind and found them instead.”

The soft melody pulls you in, as you and Jake drift closer. Your eyes never leave the group of musicians, as they each play their instruments so gracefully. The pair of you drifted out to the dock, no longer caring that it was the middle of the night or that you most definitely had work in the morning.

No, all that mattered was being in this moment.

Here and now.

“May I have this dance, my dear?” The formality in his tone makes you giggle slightly, as Jake reaches out a hand and bows in dramatic fashion.

“Most certainly, kind sir.” The posh accent you put on makes Jake laugh as well, as he grasps onto your hand and then brings you close to his chest.

One of your hands is settled in his own, as the other clasps onto Jake's shoulder. Jake's own hand rests delicately at your waist, as he leads the both of you in a midnight dance among the stars. the music drifting and encasing around the two of you, as you rest your head upon his chest. The tune a welcomed one, as the familiar lyrics fall from your lips.

So, kiss me once, then kiss me twice Then kiss me once again It's been a long, long time

The final lyrics slip from your mouth, your eyes never leaving the other. Not even the flash in the background could separate your fixated gazes from one another.

“Honey, you’re too special for me to go kissing on the first date.”

Instead, Jake placed a delicate kiss upon your cheek, before continuing to sway with you as the band started up a new song.

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