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Little Insomniac (J. Seresin)

Pairing: Jake Seresin x roommate!reader

Summary: You're dealing with an ongoing struggle to sleep, and Jake wants to help.

Warnings: nothing really, just fluff.

Word Count: 3k

A/n: MY WORK IS ORIGNIAL AND IS NOT TO BE COPIED OR REPOSTED ELSEWHERE. Be kind and don't steal other people's writing, thank you.

Gif creds: @jakeseresins

Jake stirs awake before his alarm has the chance to go off. Yawning, he wipes the sleep from his eyes before groggily reaching for his phone to check the time. 5:45, it reads, though he has to squint to make sure because his eyes are still bleary from just waking up. He lets himself yawn one more time before moving to sit at the edge of his bed, a gentle grunt falls from his lips as he enjoys his first big stretch of the day, preparing his muscles for his usual morning run.

Knowing that he’ll have plenty of time to get ready once he’s back, he swaps his sweatpants out for a pair of running shorts and slips on a coordinating shirt. He turns toward his bedside table to grab his headphones, immediately sticking them into his ears and scrolling through his phone to find his playlist, “Run Like Hell.” His head gently bobs to the best of the music once he’d hit shuffle as he finishes getting ready by sliding his running shoes on.

He makes sure to walk quietly as he passes your room. You won’t be waking up for another hour, at least, and he’s not keen on giving you a wake up call sooner than you have planned. He accidentally woke you up one morning shortly after the two of you signed this lease and it resulted in a rather heated reprimand from a rather hungover, half asleep, version of you that came stumbling out of your room with a baseball bat thinking someone broke in. Since then, he’s intentionally light on his feet, careful not to cause another scene.

Jake smiles at the memory of your disheveled state. You were slightly tipsy from the night before with pillow lines on your face and an unruly bun knotted on top of your head as you incoherently scolded him for nearly giving you a heart attack. In that moment, all he could do was blink at you like a deer in the headlights, trying not to focus too much on the fact that all you were wearing was an oversized shirt that covered everything above your mid thighs, leaving your toned legs on full display.

His trip to memory lane is clouded with confusion when he notices light radiating through the hallway from the living room. He got home after you did last night and swore he shut the lamp off before retreating to his bedroom. His feet carry him toward the light, stopping in the tracks when he notices your form on the couch. You’re seated comfortably with your feet splayed on the coffee table balancing your laptop on your knees, wearing that same damn t-shirt.

“What’re you doing up? You never beat me,” he questions, pulling one earphone out and adjusting the volume on his phone so he can hear you. His presence had gone unnoticed by you, so the sudden question made you jump in, your head snapping toward him in shock.

“Jesus Jake,” your hand flies to your heart in an attempt to ease its rapid beating, a quiet “whew” falling from your lips as you compose yourself, tilting the screen of your laptop down so you can see him better. “Why do move so quiet? You scared me half to death!”

“Sorry darlin’, I didn’t mean to scare you. Just surprised to see you awake so early. Like I said, you never beat me,” there’s an apologetic smile etched onto Jake’s soft features. He scratches the back of his head sheepishly, his eyes never leaving you when he moves into the kitchen to grab a water bottle, promptly opening it and taking a swig. He stalks back to the living room, wordlessly offering you the water, which you gladly accept.

“Can you actually categorize it as beating you if I haven’t slept?” you ask after gulping the cool liquid down. You hand the bottle back to him, nuzzling deeper into your position on the couch when he moves to sit next to you, pulling his other earbud out so that you know you have his full attention.

He stares at you in confusion after processing what you said. Sure, your sleeping patterns have always been odd to him, but a night of not seeming at all raises several questions, “You didn’t sleep?”

“No,” you sigh, completely closing your computer and discarding it onto the coffee table in front of you.

“Why not? I thought you said that you're ahead at work and don't have to stress about extra planning?" He slings his arm over the back of the couch, his fingers barely brushing across the fabric of your t-shirt. He ignores the temptation to drop his hand from the coach so that it rests fully on your shoulder, knowing it's not the time to tease the butterflies awakening in his stomach at the faint smell of your perfume.

"I am," you affirm looking over at him, his close proximity has you feeling at ease with a hint of bashfulness. "It's not work. It's nothing like that really. I just-I don't know, I can spend the entire day exhausted but I'm wide awake as soon as my head hits a pillow."

Jake nods, pulling his attention away from you to ponder if there's anything he can do. After a few seconds of comfortable silence, he returns his gaze to you, taking notice of the prominent bags under your eyes. Your exhaustion coats your features, coating you with a dreamlike state while you zone out on nothing. He bumps your shoulder gently, stealing your attention back. "Is there something bothering you?"

Your head shakes in response, an involuntary yawn falling from your parted lips. You pull your legs up to your chest, hooking your arms around them to hold them in place, and it takes everything in Jake's power to not focus on the fact that the movement made your oversized t-shirt rise up. He clears his throat, returning his thoughts back to the conversation rather than continuing to mentally admire your effortless beauty.

"Okay," he hums, "Well, can you at least take the day off to let yourself rest? I'm sure you'd crash if you got in bed now."

"I can't," you groan, running a hand over your face in frustration. "We have a major meeting today, and I'm running it because ninety-five percent of the team can't manage to do their jobs." There's a sympathetic look sent your way which only adds to the helplessness embedding itself in your entire being. All your impending schedule brings you is an unshakable dread due to how desperately sleep deprived you already feel.

"Okay," he repeats, standing from the couch. "Well, since you can't get out of it today, what do you say we go grab breakfast at that coffee shop you like downtown? My treat. It's not sleep, but it's the best I can do unless you're willing to let me call your boss and telling him to postpone the meeting."

You blink at him, a lazy smile twitching at the edge of your lips. "You know you don't have to do that right? I'm a big girl and can caffeinate myself."

"I know, but I want to. Besides, there's no way in hell I'm letting your sleep deprived ass drive yourself around town today. The last thing this town needs is a delirious Y/n Y/l/n operating a vehicle. Now, how about you go put some pants on so you don't catch a public indecency charge?" He's shooting you his signature 'Seresin smirk' now, which you can't refuse, so you take his outstretched hand and let him help you up.

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A few days later, you're parked in that same position on the couch with your legs strewn over Jake's lap as the two of you watch the latest episode of 'The Rookie." There's been a comfortable silence in the room for awhile now, both of you fully engrossed in what's playing on the screen. Jake's fingers periodically draw circles against your clothed shins, a mindless habit of his that you've grown to love, while he makes a few side comments about Tim and Lucy's relationship Which you, being a lover of the slow burning couple, always agree with.

The episode comes to a close, leaving you both with anticipation for the shows continuation next week. Watching the Rookie became a weekly tradition when you became roommates after Jake came home from the bar one night, interrupting your peaceful binge watching. He made fun of the show at first, but forced you to restart it completely because he wanted to be completely caught up on everything it had to offer before deciphering whether or not he liked it. It took measly three episodes and he was hooked, which he denied by telling you he only watches it to bond with you. The way he lost himself in the screen, laughing and cracking jokes, was a tell-tale sign that he was hooked.

“It's late, I’m gonna head to bed,” Jake tells you after several unspoken moments, standing from his comfortable position and carefully repositioning your legs on the cushions. He stretches with a hefty yawn, running a hand over his face. You wordlessly watch him, enjoying the extra gravel to his voice that always comes when he's tired. “Want me to turn the lights off?”

“I'll get them. I think I’m going to be up awhile," you decline, straightening up to reach for the journal you left on the table before he came home.

“Still not sleeping?” He yawns again, watching as you get situated in a manner that tells him you are gearing for a long night.

You scoff, shaking your head in response to his question. One glance his way fills you in on the fact that he wants more of an explanation than that. "I've averaged maybe eight hours total this week, if you can count the baby naps my assistant lets me take during breaks. I swear I could run a marathon and still not be exhausted enough to encourage my body to rest."

“What about this? How about you let me take you to bed and we’ll try something new to help you sleep," he offers. Hope fills his green eyes momentarily before draining when you snort comically.

"Hangman, are you using my sleep deprivation as an excuse to get in my pants? I know I'm undeniably attractive, but that's a new level of low, even for Jake 'the heartbreaker' Seresin," you hadn't meant for the words to spill from your lips and regret them almost immediately. Yet, your raised eyebrows challenge him rather than showing any sign of lighthearted remorse.

“I’m going to blame your hostility on sleep deprivation instead of taking what you just said personally,” there’s a playful grin curved onto his cheeks as he peers down at the disdained expression you’re directing at him. “Now, come on grumpy, let’s get you some sleep,” You groan when he grabs your hands, shifting his weight so he can pull you off the couch. You fight against him, not wanting to let go of the comfortable position you’d fallen into. “Jesus, would you stop being a brat.” He can’t help but laugh as you continue making yourself dead weight to lessen his chances of dragging you off the couch. “Fine, two can play at this game.”

“What-JAKE,” an involuntarily squeal of surprise bubbles from your chest when he bends down, both his hands on your hips, and slings you over his shoulder effortlessly. He laughs as you smack against his back while he flicks the lights off, guiding the two of you toward your room.

“Put me down peasant,” you chant through your own fit of giggles. He simply shakes his head at your antics, carefully weaving through your bedroom before dropping you on top of your bed in a heap. Your giggles die down the longer you admire his lighthearted expression. You cough to try to keep yourself from ogling him like an idiot. It’s hard not to when he’s staring at you like you’re the creator of the jet planes he loves so much. “Couldn’t have given me a gentler landing?”

Jake rolls his eyes, feigning a scoff. “You asked me to put you down, and I put you down. Don’t go giving me a bad yelp review because you weren’t more specific, princess.” There’s a slight twinkle in his eye as the nickname flows off his tongue, smooth as silk. You mentally curse the involuntary heat rushing to your cheeks at the pet name, unable to suppress a bashful smile.

“Fair point,” you reply simply, fighting to keep yourself from spiraling at the sight of your roommate still towering over your splayed figure. He’d showered about an hour ago so his normally styled hair is laying against his forehead comfortably, the scent of his body wash ghosts your nostrils as he scratches the back of his neck, making it even harder not to swoon because he smells so good. “Are you going to tell me what your master plan to help me sleep is, or should I go ahead and preorder extra shots of espresso to keep me functioning tomorrow?”

Jake straightens up at the realization that he’d gotten sidetracked from his initial plan, a dubious grin plasters itself on his face as he moves to turn my bedroom light off, carefully making his way back to my bed in the dark.

“Jake, I hate to break it to you but simply putting me into bed isn’t going to help me sleep, if that’s all it took-what’re you doing?” Your question is left unanswered as he pulls the covers back on the side of the bed you’re not laying on, pausing to stare at you through the dark.

“I’m climbing in bed,” he states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, fully situating himself under the covers. You stare at him like he’s got two heads, not understanding how his master plan to get you to sleep involves him fully being in bed with you. You’ve had daydreams about curling up in bed with him, falling asleep to the even rhythm of his heart beat, but those were simply fantasies about the man you have a complicated crush on because, well, he’s your roommate. Of course, the two of you are close enough that you’ve fallen asleep on his shoulder on more than one occasion but it’s never been intention and those moments definitely haven’t occurred in a bed.

“You’re in my bed,” you observe, still frozen in place on top of the covers.

“Yes, Y/n, I’m in your bed. Now, would you stop being difficult? Get your ass up here and let me do my job,” his voice is gentle but holds a certain demand that has you obliging immediately. Climbing up next to him, you allow him to lift the covers so that you can slide under them. You leave a comfortable amount of space between the two of you, though it feels awkward with the heat radiating from his body. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What? You told me to climb in with you, so I climbed in with you?” An exasperated groan sounds from his side of the bed, earning an embarrassed blush from you, completely at a loss as to what you did wrong. “It’s not my fault that you’ve managed to leave out legitimately every detail of your master plan.”

In response, Jake’s arms wrap around your waist, immediately tugging you closer to him until you’re practically laying on top of him. “Get comfortable, sweetheart,” he murmurs simply, as if him holding you in your bed is a normal occurrence that shouldn’t have a fit of butterflies going rampant in your stomach. “Stop overthinking it and get situated.” His request comes after a few beats of you remaining frozen in the awkward position he pulled you into. You lift your head to meet his eyes, looking for affirmation that you’re hearing him right. When his hand trails over your face to brush your hair from your eyes, you suck in an audible breath, the gentle touch sending shivers down your spine as he leans his head close enough to yours that his breath fans against your face. “Let me hold you tonight."

"Okay," you breathe, carefully rolling onto your stomach. You shift yourself just enough to comfortably rest your head against his chest, fully allowing yourself relax into him as the faint sound of his heartbeat greets your ears. Jake's arms find a home around your waist again, a content sigh falling from his lips at the fact that you're fully nuzzled into him.

"Comfy?" His question is hopeful as he mindlessly draws comforting circles on your back, the simple movement paired with the comfort of his arms already causing your eyes to grow heavy.

"So comfy," you yawn, melting into him further. One of your hands fist his t-shirt while his find a spot in your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

"Good," he kisses the crown of your head, secretly feeling pleased by the way you're already fighting to keep your eyes open after seeming confident that he couldn't do anything to cure your insomnia. "Get some rest, sweetheart." You don't need his permission to sleep, but his words are the final thing you remember before slipping into a sweet slumber.

Jake knows you're out by the way your body grows a little heavier. Light snores fall from your lips every so often, warming his chest at the fact that you feel safe enough to let him assist you. While tiredness scratches the back of his eyes, he can't keep himself from observing your sleeping figure, a soft smile curves onto his lips at the adorable sight. As your roommate, he doesn't want to admit it, but he's dreamed of a moment like this from the second the two of you signed the lease for this place. Neither of you had been each others first choice in the roommate department, but after so long of roommates falling through, he proposed the idea and you accepted. You were friends back then, but weren't close enough for sharing an apartment to feel normal. Yet, when the time came to move in, your lives melted together seamlessly.

Jake's hand continues weaving through your hair, the act making him feel soft while you sleep soundly on his chest. He can't help but admire your peaceful features now that all signs of stress and exhaustion are erased from your face. You've always been attractive to Jake but right now, while you're snoring softly on his chest, he swears you're the most beautiful sight he's ever laid eyes on.

It's harder for him to continue fighting his own sleep the longer the peace of the night weighs on his eyelids so he carefully shifts the two of you into a more comfortable position. He holds his breath when you stir, but releases it when your head lulls back to place on his chest.

"Sweet dreams, pretty girl," he finds himself whispering, giving you one last glance before letting his eyes flutter shut. They snap back open when you mumble incoherently in your sleep, a sigh rolling from your parted lips.

"I love you Jake," the words are slightly slurred when they roll from your tongue, but Jake hears them clear as day. His eyes widen in surprise, never having heard you utter those words. He feels humbled by the unconscious confession, his heart swelling at the thought of the words holding an unshakeable truth.

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A/n: Another Jake fic while I continue working on Fawn Volume 2! I'm hoping to have the second part of Fawn posted before the week ends, I'm just finding that I'm pressuring myself with it a little because I love the storyline in my head so much that I'm scared to mess it up :')

Someone has too much time on their hands.😂😂😂😂😊

listened to Bohemian Rhapsody today… i’m so very sorry

Fixing His Broken Heart; Prologue(Hangman x F! reader)

Pairing: Hangman x F! reader, Rooster x Phoenix, Bob x OC

Summary: Hangman's wife cheated on him and it's up to (Y/N) to fix his broken heart.

Warnings: Angst, Yelling(if that's even a warning), Depressed Hangman, Really none at the moment

Prologue.

A man with gold flecks in his hair stood in front of a large window looking down at the people below him. There was a woman with big, blonde hair to the nines and perfectly done makeup to the nines holding onto a man with dark red hair and a perfectly chiseled face. Her perfectly manicured hands were carded through the man's red hair as their foreheads met together. She was whispering something to him and then gave him short, but fierce kiss.

The man let go of her, reluctantly and got into the car that was next to them. The car drove off as she stared after it. She sighed really big and then took out a little compact mirror and a tube of lipstick. She looked at herself in the little mirror and carefully applied the lipstick to her plump lips. If the man above didn't know any better, he would say that she looked like a vision of estacy, only his to devour and hold. He knew better though, and it broke his heart that he couldn't give her what the other man could.

From outside, the woman fixed up her dress and made sure she was showing ample cleavage before she went inside. Cara Seresin was probably the most well renowned ex beauty queen of the South. Everyone knew who she was all the way from Texas to Georgia and beyond. Everyone loved her and everyone wanted to be her. She also had the hottest husband in America too- Jake Seresin.

He was okay, she guessed. He use to do many things that would make her swoon and want to jump his bones then and there, but now he was just a washed up version of that person and didn't want anything to do with her anymore. He was always at work; She thinks that he was like an airline pilot or something. Honestly, she forgot what he did and she didn't care. As long as he was bringing in the money, she was content. Marshall on the other hand, she met through a group of ex beauty queen friends. He had beautiful, fiery red hair and such a chiseled jaw. He also had a body to match. He was everything that she wished for her husband. With one word, he could make her melt and do anything he pleased.

Cara was in front of her husband's office door now. She quickly took out her little mirror again and did a once over. To herself, she looked like sheer perfection and that was good to know. She put the little mirror away and knocked on his door. She waited a couple of minutes, until she heard a, "come in" from the other side. The clattering of heels made their way into the room and stopped in front of a large desk to which her husband was sitting behind.

Jake Seresin was a vision of god-like power as he sat in the chair behind the large desk. He was wearing a navy blue suit that perfectly fit his body and his hair was done to perfection. From an outsiders point of view, the couple looked like one of those perfect couples you would find on the red carpet from the way they dressed. The only thing that was missing from them that those other couples had was the look and feeling of true love: in their body language and their faces.

Jake just looked at her. He knew and she knew he knew. "How long has it been going on?", he asked in a solemn tone, staring into her blue eyes. She sighed and looked away. She really didn't want to break his heart, but the bandaid had to come off sooner or later. She quickly made eye contact with him and looked down at the floor. "A year now.", she said, feeling no remorse like she thought she would.

The man in front of her sighed and ran his hands down his face. His thoughts were filled with frustration towards his wife and the man she was just with. "What do I do now, Cara?", he asked desperately. This made the woman mad and scoff, putting her hands on her hips. "I don't know Jake. You hardly come home anymore and when you do, we hardly ever make love like we use to. You don't even treat me like you use to!",She yells. This makes the man stand up, in a fit of anger. "You're the one that's different Cara! You come home late and then expect me to love on you when I smell another man's cologne on you! You don't think that hurts me just as much as I hurt you?!", He yelled pointing a finger at her.

Tears made their way down her face, ruining her perfect makeup. He wasn't supposed to know about her late nights with Marshall. She thought she had taken a good enough shower to get Marshall's scent off of her before she came home. "You weren't supposed to know about that.", she stated venomously. Jake sarcastically laughed at her remark. "I'm not stupid Cara. I may not have gotten the best grades in high school, but I'm not stupid. You practically reeked of him then and you reek of him now! I guess it's all that hairspray going to your head to miss that.", he said, while looking at her.

After he said that, it went silent. Both didn't say anything at all. Cara's eyes were looking out the window and Jake was looking down at his desk.

Moments later, a soft knock could be heard. Jake looked up from the desk and sighed. It was probably his assistant, (Y/N). "Come in,"he said as his wife wiped away her tears with a velvet handkerchief.

The door opened and a beautiful looking girl came in. She had (H/C) hair, (E/C) eyes, and flawless skin. Her hair was done up in a tight pony-tail while she wore a black business coat, placed of a white blouse, and a black, tight skirt to match with black heels to pull the look together. "Mr. Seresin, Captain Mitchell called this morning and said that he needed you at the Naval Base.", she said, while looking at the scene in front of her. Mrs Seresin's make up was messed up and she looked like she just got so very terrible news. Mr. Seresin also looked like he got some terrible news too, but seemed more angry about it. All this tension made (Y/N) uncomfortable and her anxiety levels rise. She really wanted to ask if everything was okay, but decided against fearing that she would make the situation worse.

"Um, okay. Call him back and tell him I'm coming now.", he said. With that, she backed out the room, closing the door behind her and taking a big sigh. She knew that Jake and Cara were going through a rough patch, but she didn't know it was that bad. She guess Jake finally found out about Cara and Marshall. Though, they weren't probably weren't being as sneaky as they thought. She remembered an incident from a few weeks ago.

Cara had invited Marshall over for a late night session of whatever they did and it just so seemed that particular night (Y/N) had to stay late. Jake was on another naval mission and he forgot to prepare a presentation for one of the many meetings of his new promotion as Captain. (Y/N) decided that it would be best if she stayed and helped him out because she knew that he would be too tired when he got back to do it.

That particular, she heard a large ruckus happening in The Seresin's bedroom. She didn't think much of it because she was too busy with the presentation to even care, but one thing got her attention though.

As she was just finishing up making the presentation, she heard the door open and fits of laughter down the hallway. A particular sentence Cara said got her attention. "Don't worry Marshall. Jake's not going to know about us. I promise you." (Y/N) stopped what she was doing and went to see what was going on. She saw Cara walking down the hall with a man who she could only recognize as Marshall. His hands were around her waist as they walked and continued to laugh about nonsense. If she was honest, Marshall's hair looked like sex hair, from the back.

She made her way into The Seresin's bedroom to see if there was an evidence that could tell her what was actually going on inbetween the two people she saw outside. That's when she found an undershirt on the floor. Maybe it was just Jake's undershirt and maybe something really wasn't going on between Marshall and Cara like she concluded. After all, Cara did say that Marshall was only coming over to take a look at the faucet in the bathroom in their room anyways.

She picked it up and started folding it. Truth be told, (Y/N) had a little crush on her boss, Jake. He was everything that she dreamed about in a man. He was perfect inside and out. She wish she could be the one that Jake was holding on to when he was back from his naval missions and the one that he looked lovingly at, but Jake married Cara. She was an ex beauty queen that was perfect in every way. Jake wanted perfect and she wasn't perfect.

She put the undershirt up to her nose to smell Jake's cologne. There was only one time that Jake showed her the only affection that she would ever get from him and that was when her mother died. She remembered coming in one morning to work and got a phone call in the process. It was her dad telling her the news of what happened. The whole morning she cried and couldn't work as efficiently as she usually did. Jake noticed and called her into his office. He asked and she told him about her mother. Then he did something that she would never forget. He pulled her into a hug. His scent engulfed and she found so much comfort in it.

She missed that scent and glad that she could at least smell it one more time before Jake got home.

When she smelled the undershirt, something was off. It wasn't the wonderful scent she came to love, but another foreign scent she didn't recognize. Did Jake start using a new cologne? She quickly folded the shirt and was going to put it in Jake's drawers, until she saw an M marked inside on the tag in black sharpie. "M", she thought. The only person she knew that started with the letter M was Marshall or Mitchell. It certainly couldn't be Captain Mitchell's because he was never here in the first place, but Marshall was.

That's when it all started coming together for (Y/N) and her suspicions were once again confirmed. Cara was indeed cheating on Jake.

(Y/N) sighed at the memory bubbling in her mind. The reason she didn't tell her boss is because she didn't think it was hers to tell and also because Jake had been under so much stress with his new promotion that this would be another unnecessary burden that he would have to carry. She didn't want that for him because she cared for him too much. She was a bit glad that he did find out though. He was such a smart person and she loved that about him.

Cara couldn't see him like she did. Cara didn't understand that he was a Naval Pilot and that's the reason why he wasn't there most of the time. Cara couldn't see all the PTSD that he went through from past missions. She didn't know that he was promoted as captain and that he had been working for that almost his whole career. And, (Y/N) would bet that Cara didn't even know what Jake's favorite color was. All Cara cared about was her looks, her hair, clothes, and Marshall. Which in (Y/N)'s mind, should have been Jake. It wasn't though and that made (Y/N) a little frustrated with Cara. She didn't show it though and just carried on with life.

(Y/N) continued to walk down the hallway in thought as a screaming match picked up in the room she was just in.

"YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH HIM CARA! HOW DO YOU NOT EXPECT ME TO BE MAD!", Jake yelled exasperated. Cara was full-on crying now. "JAKE, YOU WEREN'T THERE WHEN I NEEDED YOU!", she cried. "THAT'S BECAUSE YOU SHUT ME OUT AND DIDN'T WANT ME ANYMORE! YOU WENT TO HIM INSTEAD!", Jake yelled back, on the verge of crying now.

The yelling didn't stop for another twenty minutes. Each threw each other under the bus with hurtful words and kept tearing each others hearts apart with those hurtful words. Finally, after a few minutes, both stopped yelling. Silence fell over the room again.

"Tell me this. Did you even love me in the first place? And if you did, when did you fall out of love with me?", Came Jake's voice. Cara was looking out the window now. She just wished that this could be over and that Marshall would come pick her up. She looked down at her phone where a reply from Marshall could be seen. All it said was, "I'm coming right now" in big letters. Silently, she prayed to whatever God there was and turned around to see Jake and answer his question.

"I was in love with you",she started,"But then you started going on more work trips and I met Marshall. He was good to me and still is. He does all the things for me that you used to do before we first got married." This broke Jake's heart. He didn't realize that she thought he was neglecting her. He was just on so many missions for work and ever since he got promoted to Captain that took him away even more. "Well, I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you." He said.

He came over to her and pulled her into a hug. She didn't hug him back at first, but then started to after a few seconds.

They both missed this. Being in each others arms. It hurt too much to think that they neglected each other of this.

Jake pulled away and looked at his wife. Her makeup was smeared and almost washed away, but she was still as beautiful as the day he met her. He smiled at her sadly. "I think I know where this is going", he said quietly. She flashed a sad smile and nodded. Taking a deep breath, she pulled away from him and took off the ring that he gave her when they got married. She handed it to him. "It was a great ride Jake." She said, taking a step back from him,"But I think it's time for us to end it. " Jake looked down at his shoes and nodded his head, not even looking at her.

"Marshall will pick me up in a bit. I'll have my lawyer send the divorce papers over."She said and then she was gone. Leaving Jake alone by himself, in the big office. He had a broken heart and he didn't know how he would be able to fix it.

They were once in love and now that love is broken. How will he ever love again.

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Prologue done and finished. This is in the process of being edited, so it may be a bit different when you go back through it again. Anyways, I'm planning on writing a series about this and hopefully I can post every other week since I'm out of college for summer break at the moment. I hope ya'll enjoyed my chaotic writing.

Dean Winchester Dating A Native American would include

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Native American Reader. Idea came from @tinymoony

Ever since he found out that you’re a pow wow dancer, he wants to go to more pow wows.(disregard this, if you don't pow wow dance.)

He starts listening to all the Native Rez Songs with you like, NDN car, Come and Get Your Love, and artists like A Tribe Called Red.

He surprisingly loves the music you've shown him.

Whenever there is anything that involves Native American Legends, especially with your tribe, Sam and him always look to you. You have friends all over.

He loves your hair and always plays with it or tries to find a reason to run his hands through it.

He tries all that he can to learn about your culture.

Whenever you guys always hunt near a reservation and go to a bar, other Native guys seem to hit on you.

This gets him jealous because he is not your ethnicity and thinks that you will leave him for those Native guys.(which you probably won’t)

He loves, loves, loooovvvveeesss when you talk in your language. He thinks its such a turn on and would love to hear you talk in it all day.

He especially loves when you say that you love him in your language.

He loves it when you tell him about the legends of your tribe. It makes him feel honored that you would even consider telling him.

There are many fights between who was better, cowboys or indians. You usually win those fights because he can’t think of a good enough reason why cowboys are better.

You finally give into his little cowboy fantasies and become his”indian princess”.

You have tried to tell him that there is no such thing as a Native American princess and that Cherokee Princess is actually a derogatory term, but he won’t listen.

He tells you that you are a princess in his eyes and that since you are Native American and his, that automatically makes you his “Indian Princess”.

You have to tell him that Indians are from India and how Columbus thought he had landed on India, so that’s how the nickname stuck. Then you tell him that it’s Native American or Indigenous.

He still won’t listen either and says that if Clint says so, then it must be true.

This makes you facepalm and gives him the silent treatment.

He hates that you won’t talk to him and finally changes it to his “Native American Princess”.

He dreams about having a family with you and about what your kids look like.

He never stares at anyone else but you.

He loves the way your skin looks and is just fascinated by the color.

Oh yeah, He definitely has a thing for Native Girls.

He loves how you help him and Sam learn your language, so that they both can start communicating with you that way. It brings a stronger bond between you both.

Cas is fascinated with your culture too and asks if you can hook him up with a Native girl too.

Sam is very protective of you and sees you as a little sister.

He likes watching Native Tik Toks with you. Afterwards, you teach him how to use Tik Tok.

Whenever fair season comes around, he dresses up like a cowboy and always wants you to dress up Natively(if that’s even a word….)

When you go visit your family, they always joke that he has to bring them eight animals of some kind and some land, if he ever wants to marry you.

This gets him freaked out a little, but after you tell him that it’s just a joke, he calms down.

Your dad makes him chop and haul wood whenever you guys come over.

Your mom teaches him how to make frybread when he comes over.

She’s impressed because he did such a good job on making the frybread round. Bruh…

This is quite a turn on for you.

You guys make Frybread night a thing and make Frybread together.

Your family jokes a bunch with him, but he doesn't mind.

He surprisingly gets all the Native Jokes.

He starts using Native Pickup lines on you.

This doesn't end well...

He loves you so much, that he asks you to marry him.

He loves how you get possessive of him whenever girls are around.

He loves how crazy and passionate you get about something. This drives him mad.

He finally knows who Adam Beach is...haha.....

He loves you and thinks that you are the most beautiful girl in the world!

This is literally me everytime I see one of these little cute blessings of joy around. 😍😂😊😘💕

Kappa:

Fictional men with Daddy Issues, who like to hold all their issues in and then blow up in anger at the last minute.

whats your type?

Fictional men written by women.

The Nanny (Hangman x Reader)

authors note: so, hangman won by a long shot in the poll, but for the few that voted for the rest, they're still coming! i have to deal with the bs with my basement and i am a college student, so i have to deal with my coursework as well.

this will be a mutli part series, im not sure how many parts though

pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x benjamin niece!reader; established mav x penny

warnings: some swear words and an inaccurate depiction of how social workers handle dropping a baby off to its living, absent father. also cyclone is a dad bc jon hamm if a dilf.

not proof or beta read, we die like men.

summary: Hangman wakes up one day to a social worker and an infant on his doorstep. the infant? his 3 month old daughter.

word count: 1.9k

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It was the one day that the Dagger squad had a later morning (11am, per Maverick’s request), so when the pounding on Jake’s door woke him up at 8:45, he was a little pissed.

He stumbled out of bed and the arms of some red head whose name he definitely doesn’t remember, throwing on a shirt along the way to his front door where the pounding is originating from and reverberating through his skull. “I heard you the first fucking time,” he curses out, throwing the door open and preparing to unleash verbal hell on the person standing at his doorstep.

All the words die out though when he sees an older woman standing there with a sleeping baby in a car seat at her feet. “Jacob Seresin?” she asks and his eyes bounce between the infant and the woman.

“Yes?” he asks, voice cracking a bit as he looks back to the woman.

“Do you mind if I come in?” he nods and moves aside as she picks up the car seat and steps inside. “My name is Caroline Husband, I’m a social worker for the state of California.” she tells him as she sets the seat down on his coffee table, “and this is Avery. Your daughter.” 

Jake feels his heart stop as he looks down at the little girl, “what, what do you mean?” he sinks down to the floor on his knees, heart racing and Caroline gives him a small smile.

“Her mother-” she looks down at the paperwork she was holding, “Samantha Barnes, passed away from complications shortly after birth, you were listed as father on the birth certificate.” 

Samantha Barnes… Jake remembered her with a small smile. They were briefly exclusive before she had disappeared one night, leaving behind the memories and a note saying she needed to go back home to help with her ailing father, her last living relative that she still spoke to.

“H-how uh, how old is she?” he asks, taking her small, but definitely bigger than a newborn, hand in between his finger and thumb.

“She spent some time with a foster while the state was waiting for you to return stateside. She just turned 3 months old.” Caroline forms him, which makes sense as he was just in the middle of the ocean for the last five months. “I have some supplies in my car that her foster mom put together for you, should you choose to keep her.” 

“Choose to?” he asks, as if there was any other option for him. The second he found out Avery was his, there was never any other option.

“You can alway sign your parental rights away, there’s plenty of families looking to adopt babies.” she says and he shakes his head.

“No, she stays with me,” Jake says as he stands and Caroline smiles up at him.

“Well then, there’s all the information that you need. Her old foster mom made a list of information for you, her pediatrician, what formula she was feeding, how to prepare bottles...” she goes on to tell him more necessary information about Avery but tunes her out as he watches the little girl start to wake up and look around, well, as much as a 3 month old can, he supposed. “Here’s my card, it has my personal cell phone number on the back should you not be able to reach me at my office in the event of an emergency.” 

He takes it with a smile and a thank you before walking Caroline to the door to help her bring the items in from her car and as quickly as she was here, she was gone. Leaving Jake to sit on his couch as he stares into the eyes of his daughter. 

He kicks out his guest after 15 minutes of sitting there before he’s googling how to put a car seat base securely into the back seat of a F-150. After fighting for what felt like an hour (only 10 minutes) he has his daughter secured in his car before driving way under the speed limit to The Hard Deck, only 45 minutes late to meeting up with the rest of the Daggers but as soon as they see him walk into the bar with a car seat, all the teasing for being late blows out of there mind. 

“Do we need to call the police?” Bradley teases and Jake lets out a nervous laugh.

“No.. no police needed.” Jake says as he sets his daughter’s car seat and diaper bag in the middle of the pool table the team was surrounding.

“Well, then who is this?” 

Jake takes a deep breath before answering, “this is my daughter, Avery Seresin.”

Immediately the team has plenty of questions for the team’s resident playboy. He explains the situation as best he can with the information he got from Caroline.

“I never even knew Sam was pregnant. She never said anything and then she was gone.” Jake says softly as he looks down as his daughter in his arms, sleepily drinking from the bottle he made and Penny gives him a smile.

“You seem like a natural already.” she says, snapping a photo of the daddy-daughter moment and he smiles.

“Yeah, I was still around when my sisters started having their own kids, all girls too, ironically.” he responds with a small laugh and the movement of his chest startled Avery awake and she starts drinking more steadily again.

The squad takes the rest of the day before the bar opens with turns holding the newest member of the team. Aside from Jake, Bob and Natasha were the only other two who seemed comfortable enough to hold her without needing any instruction on support for her head. 

“Does Cyclone know you have a kid yet?” Mav asks as he takes his turn holding Avery, seasoned from when Bradley was a baby and he used to watch him while Carole and Goose needed alone time. 

“Fuck, no not yet.” Jake groans as he rubs his hands over his face. “I need to go see him.”

“Go see him now, between Penny being a mom and me dealing with Bradley as a baby there’s plenty of experience here to watch Avery for a bit while you try to get some time to adjust to dad-life.” Mav says and Jake looks over at him.

“You’re serious?” 

“Yeah, besides, Avery is already better at 3 months than Rooster ever was.” Mav teases and Bradley makes a couple of offended noises before being slapped in the chest by Natasha. 

Jake nods, “okay well here’s her-”

“Hangman, get out of here. I did all this with Amelia.” Penny says as she pushes him towards the door and Jake pulls her into a hug.

“Thank you so much, Pen.” he says, meaning it too since Penny is the closest thing to a mom that he has since he hasn’t talked to his real mom in years. 

The drive into base wasn’t a long one, but felt like it was with how often he was checking his backseat and not seeing his daughter before remembering she was safe with Penny and Maverick at the bar. 

Walking into Admiral Simpson’s office, Jake broke out into a nervous sweat. “Um, excuse me, sir.” he says as he knocks on the open door.

Both Admiral Simpson and Admiral Bates looked up at him from where they were sitting at the desk discussing some news that they received from higher ups. 

“Can I help you, Lieutenant?” Cyclone asks and Jake nods, taking that as an ‘okay’ to walk into the office.

“Yes actually, I uh.. I was wondering if I would be able to get leave, sir. I had a surprise visit from a social worker this morning and-and my infant daughter.” he says as he straightens out his back and rolls his shoulders back.

“You have a child?” Cyclone asks, closing the folder that he had open to focus more on Jake. “Since when?” 

“Well, as of 9am this morning, sir. Her mother passed away after she was born and no other living relatives so… She’s currently with me. Well, not with me Captain Mitchell and Penny Benjamin are currently watching her.. sir.” 

Warlock and Cyclone share a look and Jake stands there nervously, “I know that this is short notices but all I’m asking for is a week to figure things out, find a sitter, get some kind of a routine started for-”

“Okay.” Cyclone says and Jake looks at him instead of the spot that he had been looking at on the wall. “You only want just one week?”

“I can have more, sir?” Cyclone nods, having recently become a father himself and knows how important bonding is for parents. 

“Unless something urgent comes, how does three weeks sound?” he asks as he pulls something up on his computer and begins to type.

“I would greatly appreciate that.” Jake says with a small smile and Cyclone nods, ending the conversation and Jake starts to walk out of the office.

“Seresin?” Warlock calls out and Jake turns around, “congratulations.”

“Thank you, sirs.” 

Jake drives back to the bar already feeling lighter than he had in the last 6 hours, and upon walking back into the watering hole, he sees a red faced Avery and a panicked Rooster.

“Bradshaw what did you do to my daughter?” 

“What did I do? She threw up on me!” he says, holding the infant safely, and at an arm's length away. 

The rest of the team is laughing behind him and Jake just takes Avery and lays her against him so her head is on his shoulder, “well I’m sure you deserved it.” 

Bradley glares at him before wandering away to the bathroom to clean up. Jake smiles and rubs his daughters back as she babbles in his ear.

“How did talking to the boss go?” Penny asks and Jake smiles.

“Really good, actually. Said I can have three weeks as long as nothing urgent comes up that’ll need the full team's attention.” 

“Well, if you ever need a nanny so you can have a break and none of us are available, my niece just moved to the area and is looking for work.” Penny says with a small smile as Jake moves to sit next to her. “Plus she has a degree in early childhood and special education.” 

“Okay, yeah I’ll let you know.” he says with a nod.

“Well, you can meet her tonight, she’s supposed to come and help me out here for the night since Jimmy can’t make it in.” Jake just nods and Penny pats his shoulder that Avery isn’t sleeping on while she stands to start opening duties for the bar. 

Jake didn’t end up meeting Penny’s niece that night, or any time in the following week. In fact, it wasn’t until the last week of his leave that he met her. 

Jake was holding Avery as he walked into the bar before it opened, she was babbling up a storm and he took his sunglasses off to put on the top of his head when he saw someone new behind the bar, head thrown back and laughing at something that Bob had said. 

You look over at him and he swears his heart stopped, “Hi! I’m Y/N Benjamin, but you can call me Saturn.”

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Who is it?💕