warnings: language, fun banter, physical altercation
words: 4,2k
Summary:Jake finally pays his bet debt and works a shift at the Hard Deck. But he also gets a surprising chance of redemption…
a/n: I couldn’t end the story without seeing Jake struggling behind the bar. We’re even having a full-circle moment that might come as a surprise to you guys but I felt like it was needed. Enjoy!
The girl behind the bar : the date Part 3 - the apartment(½)
pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x plus-size reader
warnings: self-conscious, oral sex (male and female receiving)
words: 4k
Summary:You were finally at your apartment and you and Jake couldn’t wait any longer to see each other naked…
a/n: I think you as the readers, me as the writer and definitely our two beloved main characters have waited very long for this moment and that’s why I didn’t hold back. I got quite long and that’s why I’ve split it in two parts. Let me know what you think?
Summary:Jake has one last try to fix it with you and he was gonna make sure to give it his all. Go big or go home, isn’t that what they say?
a/n: Here it is, the final part of my series. How did we get here? It’s crazy! Thank you all SO MUCH for all the likes, reblogs and comments, they mean the world to me!! I hope you like this chapter!
Summary:After what happened between you and Jake and those stupid guys making fun of your appearance, you weren’t too keen on seeing him again. Let alone having him surprise you in the storage room to talk things over…
Summary:After your kiss with Jake, you’re nervous for the next time you would see him. When he came to the bar with some guys you’ve never seen before, things have changed between the two of you, but not the way you wanted them to…
a/n: This was hard to write. I don’t know what else to say here other than I’m sorry!
Summary : After weeks of silence, you finally apologize, but Bob’s done waiting. Or at least, that’s what he tells himself. Until a storm rolls in… and you show up at his door, drenched, tired, and not ready to let go.
Bob Floyd x f!reader/pilot!reader
Warnings : Angst, hurt/comfort, smut, rough sex ?, soft!Bob turning possessive, past emotional hurt, makeup sex, mild choking, emotional vulnerability, reader has hair, one use of y/n
Summary : Since the fight you had with Bob, you’d been distant, harsh with everyone, and trying to act like nothing’s wrong. Bob avoids you completely, which hurts more than you expected. And as if it was useful, a joke from Hangman exposes the tension between you two in front of others. But thankfully, Phoenix is there to help you out.
Bob Floyd x f!reader/pilot!reader
Warnings : lack of communication, angst, conflicted feelings, heavy past (men are shit except Bob that’s it), secret relationship, Bagman being… well a dick, emotional unavailability, fling, italics (again sorry)
Hangman needed something from you. He’d asked favors from you before—covering shifts, running errands, etc.—but none specifically because you were a woman.
“You’re a girl, right?” He asked the morning after a particularly rough night at the Hard Deck.
“Bad start, Seresin.” You had just left the locker room, hair damp and soaking into your t-shirt. He waited for you, still in his flight suit with his hair tousled from the helmet. There was no denying Jake was attractive, especially with his cheeks a little sunburnt. It sometimes felt as if he was specifically put on this Earth to test you, your own personal chiseled red apple.
“Look, PJ” he started and extinguished all your goodwill.
PJ was a call sign given to you during a particularly awkward game of 2 truths 1 lie when you revealed that after getting your pilot’s license as a teenager, you managed to swindle a bunch of rich people to pay you boatloads to fly them around California. It was supposed to stand for Private Jet but when he said it, you knew he meant Plain Jane. You heard him joke about it to the guys.
You stepped around him, making your escape down the long hallway. But he followed, singing some sob story about some poor girl who wanted nothing to do with him after a one night stand.
“Maybe you just weren’t that good,” you called behind your shoulder.
He barely acknowledged your retort except for the smirk you could clearly hear in his voice, “Oh, it was good.”
“And you just want me to bear witness?” You were leaning against your car now, in the parking lot which he had followed you to.
“Wow, PJ. I didn’t realize you were into that sort of thing.”
“I just thought you needed reliable back-up with the guys since your “unbelievable” prowess is genuinely un-believable.”
He boxed you in, hands at either side of you, with that cocky smile still plastered on his face, “I want you to help me make her jealous.”
