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sebsxphia · 1 year

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Hi!

I was wondering if it was possible for you to do a Natasha Trace/Pheonix x fem!reader where Nat and the reader are arguing about something and Nat raises her hand/arm to prove or exagruate her point but the reader flinches away? Thanks

sunrise and sunset.

natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader.

￫ c/w: angst, fluff, mentions of past abuse, implications of past abuse, crying and what you read in the ask is what it’s going to be.

￫ a/n: i loved this idea so much dear anon and it comforted me thinking about it with our sweet natasha. i hope you enjoy! <3 my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

You’ve had this conversation with Natasha many times before. You were leaning against your kitchen table with your arms folded tightly across your chest, Natasha mirroring your stance and leaning against the kitchen counter.

“I just worry, Nat. The uncertainty of it all, I mean… c’ mon. Can’t you see what this is like for me?”

It went like it always did. It was a stand off in your kitchen, late at night once Natasha was home and disclosed the possibility of another deployment and perhaps, a squadron mission. The weight of Natasha’s words never lulled and the blow to your gut never softened.

You wanted to be there for Nat, your Tash. You wanted to console her, ask how she was, ask what was next, but your deep fear of the unknown and being left alone in the world always bubbled to the surface first.

“For you? You don’t think I can’t see how this eats you up? You don’t think I care?” Natasha’s voice raised an octave higher. She would never shout at you, but her frustration was creeping through. “I will always care about you. I think about you every time I’m up in that sky.”

It was at this point that Natasha raised her arm to figuratively point towards the sky with her hand and you flinched away in a split second. Your body instinctively retreated into muscle memory and your brain went into auto drive. You turned away from her, feeling the tears sting the corners of your eyes.

A beat of deafening silence clouded your dimly lit kitchen. “Fuck-” Natasha breathed out, her eyes going wide, with panic clouding her normally bright and fiery gaze. “Baby? I’m so sorry, are you okay?” She reached out to place her hand on the table in your view, to tell you she was there but wouldn’t overstep anything if you didn’t want it right now. “I- I didn’t mean to. You know I would never.”

Natasha was aware of your past and she had done the most to help you. You know she didn’t mean it intentionally. “Just the heat of it all and you-” You motioned Natasha’s previous movements. “I’m sorry.”

You turned back to face her and Natasha could read your body language from years of learning you. She understood she could now bridge that gap and she gently placed her hands on your arms and gave them a light, reassuring squeeze.

“You never have to apologise. I am sorry.” She paused fleetingly as you met her eyes. “This whole situation is shit, but I never want you to think that I don’t think about you. Every time I see a sunset or sunrise when I’m flying, I always think of you. We’ll work this out, like we always do. Okay, my dove?”

You nodded. “Can we talk about this tomorrow, Tash? I’m so tired. I can’t think straight.”

“Of course, baby. Honestly, me neither. They got us flying the most God awful routes today. For the first time in five years I thought I was gon’ puke.”

You let out a small laugh with Natasha for the first time this evening. You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips and she pulled you closer, smiling against you. “C’ mon. I want to kiss my sweet girl in bed.”

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collecting-stories · 3 months

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okay so i've never requested a platonic fic before, but if you're interested, i'd love to see a best friend!jake seresin x platonic!reader! i dunno anything fluff or just silliness with the guy :)

like when i think about being friends with him, i acknowledge 100% that he is a CertifiedPrettyBoy™ but he's just not my type 😭

but yeah, platonic!jake seresin x fem!reader please :)) i could see sarcasm thrown at him from reader and him spinning it into one of his flirting bits

I was super excited about this request because I'm ace and I love platonic/best friend fics so much.

"What do we need for fondue?" Jake asked, leaning against the basket of your shopping cart, flexing his arms when a woman walked passed, looking over at him and smiling. You rolled your eyes, you should have known that going shopping for game day would've been easier by yourself. Although you hated driving and Jake was always happy to drive. And brave the absolute headache that was Trader Joes on a Saturday.

"Broccoli, some kind of bread, apples, sausage..." You read over the list that you had unfolded on top of a bag of bagels. You looked up from the list to see him looking behind him, still following the same woman, "Seresin, I swear to god-"

"I'm paying attention darling," he joked, turning back and smiling at you.

"You are not paying attention," you replied, "but I will pretend that you are. What do you wanna get?"

"Hmm," he hummed meaningfully before standing up straight, "broccoli, apples, sausage."

"You just want me to have to go back over to the bread cause you know I hate that lady," you muttered.

"I think you come here too often if you have a literal vendetta against a woman stocking shelves," he replied, "but also, I saw the guy with the kids headed to the veggies and I don't want you to commit murder over a bag of tiny trees."

"A true american hero Hangman," you laughed, turning the cart in the opposite direction.

The first time you met Jake Seresin he'd been out with some friends at the bar you worked at and he'd laid on the charm, pleasantly surprised but unbothered that you weren't interested. From there, something of a strange friendship developed and eventually evolved into him moving in with you when he officially moved to the area and didn't wanna live on base. The whole thing worked out better than you ever imagined that it would, mostly because he was the first roommate you didn't actively hate. You even did things you weren't entirely excited to do, like host Super Bowl parties for his friends.

"Look at this!" Jake interrupted your stare down with the bread shelves, trying to decide between the ciabatta and the french loaves. When you turned he was holding a chocolate cake shaped like a heart, "for Valentines."

"I have a date," you reminded him.

"On Valentines?" He asked, looking down at the cake and then back at you.

"Yeah remember, I told you? I literally put it on the calendar."

"Then we can have it the day before." He insisted, putting it in the cart.

"On Galentine's day?"

"More like Pal-entines day."

"Ehh," you cringed and laughed when he rolled his eyes at you. "Did you get everything?"

"Yeah, and that girl's number too," he smiled, waving his phone at you.

"Naturally," you replied, "hey maybe you can share the cake with her."

Jake shook his head, "first date on Valentines? Yikes," he said and then, "you aren't going on a first date on Valentines are you?"

"No...it's like our third date." You replied, "I've literally detailed both previous dates."

"Yeah and you still haven't told me, your nearest and dearest friend, who it is you're going out with," Jake pointed out. He was right, obviously. You hadn't mentioned who you had been dating. You were usually too transparent with each other and you wanted to tell him it was just that...it was someone he knew and if things didn't go well or fizzled out or anything, you didn't want Jake to feel like he needed to get involved. You loved him and he was your best friend but sometimes he went into older brother mode and you didn't need him thinking he needed to fix something or move something along that didn't need to be fixed or moved along.

"I will...but not right now, when we're supposed to be grocery shopping," you replied.

Jake stuck his tongue out at you and grabbed the grocery list from the cart, scanning over the items you hadn't crossed out yet, "does this guy like football?"

"Why would that matter?" You asked, grabbing the ciabatta bread finally and putting it in your cart, "I don't like football."

"Don't like football?" He practically laughed out loud as he said it, "darling you were literally screaming at the TV during play-offs."

"Um," you dragged out the 'm' as you shot him a skeptical look, feigning disbelief at his claim, "I don't remember that."

"I definitely remember that. Coyote as my witness, I have never seen someone that excited about football outside my dad," he replied. "Hey, it's not Coyote is it?"

"What's not Coyote?"

"This guy you're dating."

"It is not Coyote," you replied, "I promise you will be the first to know if I feel like it's definitely going somewhere...and it won't be Coyote."

"Just checking."

You rolled your eyes, taking back the grocery list from him, "grocery shopping Hangman, grocery shopping."

#jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin drabble #top gun maverick drabble

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babyonboardfloyd · 1 year

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morning after | robert 'bob' floyd

pairing: robert floyd x f!reader (almost no descriptions of reader besides tiny hair mention)

warnings: teensiest tiniest allusion to sex, mentions of alcohol, and almost zero proof-reading

inspired by truly, madly, deeply by one direction lol

robert floyd didn’t do one night stands. it wasn’t his thing. he wasn’t the type to get drunk at the hard deck and take the pretty girl home from the bar, like hangman always did. he wasn’t the type to flirt with the stranger that had caught his eye and ask to buy her a drink. he liked to play the long game. admire from a distance, form a friendship, let feelings develop naturally.

that was until he saw you. he had seen you behind the bar of the hard deck one night, your smile radiant as you handed a patron their beer. bob couldn’t help magnetic draw he felt to you. shocking everyone around him, including himself, bob stood up from his stool by the pool table, brushed the peanut shells from his lap, and made his way over to where you stood.

you looked up from where you were now wiping down the bar top, eyes meeting his blue ones behind his huge glasses.

“what can i get for ya?” you asked the bespectacled stranger.

“nothing. um, i -uh, hi. my name is robert and i -uh never do this but you are gorgeous and i just needed to tell you that ma’am”

the blush that crept over your face was burning red as you smiled and introduced yourself back, bashfully accepting his compliment. the rest of the night flew by as robert stayed up at the bar, the two of you laughing and talking all night. even after your shift was over, you remained to have a drink with the man. one thing led to another and bob found himself waking up the next morning, his long limbs tangled in yours, and you breathing softly next to him in your bed.

bob’s heart soared out of his chest. you looked so angelic laying there, the early morning sun peaking through the blinds and falling gently on your cheeks. he reached out and brushed a stray hair away from your forehead, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your face.

you stirred in his arms and blinked up slowly at the man you took home from the bar. in your sleepy haze, you saw a faint look of concern behind his eyes, which you mirrored, worrying he regretted coming home with you.

he spoke gently, hand still gently playing with your hair, “i want you to know that i don’t normally do this, i -uh, i don’t do one night stands. i like to take a girl out a few times, be a gentleman, ya know?,” he laughed once, “and i -uh, obviously we missed a few steps, and i know we only met last night, but i like you, a lot, and i’d love to get to know you even better, take you out tonight.”

still coming fully to consciousness, his words leave you speechless, a gentle blush creeping over your cheeks. your silence sends panic rushing into bob’s mind, and he stammers out, “and i -uh, i totally understand if this was just, like, a one night thing and you -uh, you didn’t feel anything and that didn’t mean anything. i totally get that.”

again, you didn’t say anything, but instead you leaned into the man laying next to you and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. he kissed you back immediately, you could feel the sincerity in his kiss.

“so, uh, does this mean you’ll go out with me?”

you giggle lightly at his question, “yes, robby, i’d love to. and for the record, i don’t do one night stands either, i felt something too.”

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seresinhangmanjake · 1 year

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His Princess

Jake Seresin x fem!reader drabble

Summary: You surprise Jake with some special Disney-themed lingerie.

Notes: its not smutty and it’s not crazy influenced by Disney. Just went on a trip and this popped into my head. This is a drabble for now but based on what people think, I might make it full-length.

Words: 361

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The bra was a deep shade of purple with a scalloped neckline and pearls of varying sizes lining the edges; and the fabric of the underwear, what was there of it anyway, shimmered in emerald tones under the light. A thin layer of seafoam green silk fluttered at your hips when you walked toward him.

Jake's eyes bugged out of his skull as he scanned your form up and down, lips parting in awe before he licked them to return some of their moisture. "Holy hell."

"You like it?"

"Do I--" he chuckled, reaching out to rest his hand on your waist. His soft palm slowly slid up and down the curve of your body and he leaned forward to kiss the swell of each of your pushed-up breasts. "Oh, Honey, this is--" he pulled back to drink in another full look at you then met your eyes. "I'm so fucking spoiled," he said as you braced your hands on his shoulders to staddle his thighs. "What, uh, what else did you buy?"

"Oh, just some others," you teased. With a little shove he fell back on the bed and your body followed, your chest pressing firmly against his. You ran a finger over his bottom lip.

"R-Really?" He swallowed, adams apple bobbing harshly. Dark pupils were blown wide with lust and his hands skimmed down your spine until he could grab two handfuls of your ass. He squeezed with strong fingers to leave his mark in the form of some prints that would turn purple by morning, then held your hips still so he could grind his length against your core. You moaned lowly, the sound causing him to twitch in his underwear. "What others?" he asked.

You smirked and leaned down to nip at his earlobe. "Surprises," you whispered, and you chuckled at his whimper. "But one of them does come with a tiara. So now you can have a princess whenever you want."

He lightly smiled, eyes lazily trailing over the features of your face as he tucked some hair behind your ear. "You've always been my princess, beautiful," he said, pressing his lips sweetly to yours. "Always."

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joaquinwhorres · 2 years

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welcome home (Bob Floyd x Reader)

SUMMARY ››››› Bob comes home to you and reflects on your relationship.

PAIRING ››››› Bob Floyd x F!Reader

WORD COUNT ››››› 1,107

WARNINGS ››››› Bob in himself is a warning for cuteness, allusions to sex but nothing specific

A/N ››››› A little drabble that popped into my head. I hope you think it's as cute as I do. Dividers from firefly-graphics.

He'd never seen anyone so beautiful in his life.

It was the same thought that crossed his mind the first time he ever saw her.

He remembers the way her face lit up as she listened to her friend's story, smiling along at the quips and jokes. He even remembers the simple sundress she wore, and not just because it was the same one he saw each time he passed by the mannequins in the women's section of Target that summer.

She was so effortlessly beautiful it was breathtaking.

He couldn't believe his luck when she'd come up alone to the bar to order drinks for her friends. And when she gave him that brilliant smile after he told the woman behind the bar to help her first because he didn't mind waiting, he had to adjust his glasses because it just didn't feel right that she could be looking at him like that. But she was. She even thanked him and called him a gentleman, asking a few polite questions before taking her drinks and disappearing off to her friends.

Although to say she disappeared made it seem as if Bob lost sight of her after that. As if he didn't make sure to check on her whereabouts ever ten minutes, catching her eye a few times over the course of the night.

Because she was staring at him too.

She's wearing that same sundress now as she lays with her legs draped over the arm of his chair, her head lolled against the back.

He's late. Hours later than he told her he'd be, and even though it's not his fault and he tried to keep her updated, he feels guilty as he watches her chest rise and fall in sleep. He wonders how long she tried to stay up for him even though she has work early tomorrow. Deep in his heart, he knows it was too long.

She's always waited for him longer than she should have had to. From the three days it took him to work up the nerve to call him after she pressed the wrinkled cocktail napkin with her number into his hand to the five hours of radio silence she faced after his first mission when they were together.

She didn't yell at him when he walked through the door to the bar, sticky from the heat, ragged from travel, and harried from dealing with a broken down car and dead cell phone. Instead she parted from their group of friends and threw her arms around him, "Everyone else was back," she'd mumbled into his neck. He understood, wrapping his arms tight around her despite how gross and worn he felt and refusing to let go.

It's easy to lift her up into his arms.

She's already in prime scooping position, and after the demands of this mission and the amount of g-force he's had to operate under-- the weight is nothing.

He takes the stairs slowly so as not to jostle her awake, remembering instead the first time he picked her up like this.

She had been so shocked at his strength, squealing out a surprised "Bob!" as he lifted her up from the beach and headed towards the water. And then the shock had melted from her face as she threw her head back laughing. "I forgot you're in the Navy," she giggled, grinning up at him before realizing where he was taking her.

"No--No, Bob, don't you dare!" she threatened but then she was air born, tossed out to sea with a screaming laugh as Bob smiled at her.

He doesn't toss her into bed though. Instead he manages to lean down and pull back the covers before depositing her into the sheets. It's then that she finally starts to stir, a soft murmur of noise as she blinks awake, looking up at him.

"You're back," she greets softly, lifting up a hand to his cheek, thumb ghosting over his cheekbone.

"Mhm," he nods, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead before straightening back up and moving to his side of the bed. He sits on the edge to undo the laces of his boots, eager to slip into bed beside her.

He feels the bed move behind him, her body flipping to face him. "You should have woken me up."

"I did," he says with a soft smile over his shoulder before yanking off a boot. She snorts, shaking her head.

"This doesn't count." A yawn interrupts her as Bob pulls off his uniform shirt and it's not until he's undoing his pants that she speaks again. "I wanted to give you a special welcome home." Her voice is distant and tired, and when Bob turns back to face her, her eyes are fluttering closed and then shooting awake.

"Tomorrow," he promises, leaning over to press another kiss to her face as she nods sleepily.

"Tomorrow," she agrees.

Bob rises from the bed, moving to the adjoining bathroom to brush his teeth and wash some of the feel of travel from his face. When he enters the room again, she's sitting up and attempting to undo the zipper on the back of her dress.

He doesn't ask if she needs help. Instead, he crosses the room and takes the zipper in his hands, so that her own arms fall down to her sides. "Thanks," she murmurs, and he hums a response, coaxing the zipper down and exposing the bare expanse of her back.

The first time he undressed her it was with shaking hands. Even though he knew what he was doing--he'd been with a few girls before despite the guys in his squadron's disbelief--he couldn't help but be nervous. It felt as if he was on the edge of something that night, and he knew that what came next would either push him over or destroy him where he stood.

She'd been calm and steady as she always was, looking over her shoulder with a knowing smile as she told him, "You have to pull it down for the dress to come off." It had been just what he needed.

By the time he was on the other side of the bed, slipping underneath the covers, she had tugged on one of his old t-shirts and laid back down, waiting for him.

This time she didn't have to wait long. He wasted no time in coming close and pulling her into his arms, allowing her to snuggle in against him. "I'm glad you're home," she whispered, reaching up to thread a hand through his.

He squeezed her hand. "Me too."

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swirlysmile · 2 years

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heyyy, i just thought of this: hangman x pilot!reader, they started dating not so long ago and then one day hangman says i love you for the first time (and first because you didn't yet) and it happens in such a simple moment that you (and maybe him too?) are surprised when it slips out of his mouth😄

WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE ANON!!

word count: 491

warnings; none

Slipped Out

Even the most menial jobs can be fun with him. For example, that time that he showed up early for your 3rd date. You were doing laundry, total snooze fest.

“Oh, shit. Am I early?”

“Yeah, give me five minutes and I’ll be done!”

“Take your time, sweets.”

You didn’t take your time. Your laundry was haphazardly strewn across your bed. “Ready!”

“Really?” He questions, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, not really, but I can do it when I get home.”

He clicks his tongue, sighing. “I’ll help you?”

“Okay,”

Your date was long forgotten. He wouldn’t stop making you laugh, and how are you supposed to hang up any clothes when you can barely breathe?

It’s the little things, you think. Like the way he smiled when playing football at the beach.

“Meet me in front of the Hard Deck in twenty.”

“I don’t work till later?”

“Bring a swimsuit!” He hangs up quickly, and you’re left to pick out your favorite before driving down.

“Hi,” He greets you with a kiss, and you notice that all of his friends are there. You wave a little sheepishly before Maverick claps his hands. “Alright aviators!” He says, capturing their attention.

“We’re playing dogfight football!”

The confused groans of the many pilots does not dissuade him. He continues to explain the rules. “This actually sounds fun?” Coyote says, and they all line up.

You opted out of playing, suntanning on the beach and watching the show in front of you. Specifically, your boyfriend, and that smile.

(and abs.)

Closing time at the Hard Deck is so ‘fun’. Penny leaves you to do all of the cleanup, much to your dismay.

“What time do you get off?”

“I have to close, babe.”

“I’ll help you?”

“Okay.”

He gets another beer and walks back over to the jukebox, laughing at something Rooster said. “Hey lady, I need a drink!”

“Sorry!” You say, running to the other side of the bar.

When it is closing time, and you kick out all the stragglers, he’s still waiting there. He reaches over the counter and gives you a kiss.

“Hi.”

“Hi, sweets.”

You hand him a rag and he gets to work, wiping down the left side of the bar. You move to the right, singing along to the random song playing on the jukebox. Once that’s done, you both take a broom and go to sweep up any of the bits of glass from dropped beer bottles or glasses.

“I love this song!” He says, dancing with the broom. You laugh, but soon follow.

He dances his way over to you, and this time, you kiss him. When the song ends, you’re doubling over in laughter.

“I love you.” He says, and the look of shock that overcomes his face is mirrored.

“What?”

He bites his lip, hesitating. You continue to sweep quietly.

“I love you?”

“I,” you start, and he fears the worst. “love you too.”

#hangman x reader #hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader #hangman #hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake ‘hangman’ seresin #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fic #top gun maverick fic #top gun drabble #top gun maverick drabble #swirly writes #swirly anon

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wild-lavender-rose · 2 years

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'' sit still. '' '' i'm fine. '' '' you're bleeding. '' with Mav baby?

Of course, darlin <3

“Here,” Maverick’s hand was warm on your back as he guided you into a chair. “Sit still.”

“I’m fine, Mav,”

“You’re bleeding.”

“It’s just a scratch.” You looked down at the cut on the palm of your hand, growing queasy at the blood dripping down your wrist. “It’s…It’s fine?”

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” Maverick pulled up another chair and sat across from you with a handful of gauze. “I told you not to touch that part of the plane’s engine.”

“You didn’t tell me not to because it was sharp!” You winced when he pulled your hand closer to examine. “I just thought it was because of some strange pilot voodoo or-,” you cut yourself off with a small cry as Maverick pressed the gauze over the cut.

“Some strange pilot voodoo, huh?” A slow smile eased the furrow in Maverick’s brow. “Is that the excuse you’re going for?”

You didn’t answer, eyes closed tight against the pain.

Maverick’s eyes grew soft, his touch gentle. “Easy, honey, I’ll take care of you. Won’t use any of that voodoo stuff either.”

“Shut up.”

“Love you too.”

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callsign-fox · 2 years

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Trip to Ikea - Rooster

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Fem!Reader (Also include’s Hangman & Phoenix)

This is just a drabble based on this prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting.

Thank you @a-reader-and-a-writer & @mrsroosterbradshaw02 for looking it over for me! <3 you guys

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Phoenix crossed her arms and I continued tapping my foot as we waited at the top of the escalator for Rooster and Hangman to catch up. Neither of them wanted to be here, but we dragged them along knowing we may need assistance getting things home.

The two of them rounded the corner with hot pretzels and cokes in their hand. I rolled my eyes at the sight of them as Phoenix snapped a picture.

“Seriously, you are hungry already?” I asked, grabbing the coke from Rooster and taking a sip of it.

“I didn’t even know they had pretzels.” Phoenix added.

“It’s been over an hour since we ate,” Hangman chimed in, holding his pretzel over his head so Phoenix couldn’t reach it.

I turned to Phoenix. “What did you just take a picture of?”

“I made a bet with Bob that they’d find the food court as soon as we got here. That was documentation.”

Hangman shot her a look. “How much?”

“Fifty bucks!“

Rooster laughed, “You should have gone in on that bet, babe.”

He wrapped his arm around me and I took another sip of his soda. “Phoenix and I have another bet going.”

“What is it?”

I shook my head. “I can’t tell you!”

A few minutes later, we finally made our way further into the store. IKEA was a dangerous place. I always ended up spending more than I want to and leaving with things I don’t need, but not today! I had a list, and I was not deferring from that list.

“We should get this.”

I turned to Rooster who was holding a black salad mixer, a big smile on his face.

“Baby, we already have one,” I said, continuing down the aisle.

“But it’s white.”

“You don’t even eat salad!”

He shrugged his shoulders and put it back on the shelf as Hangman came around the corner. He placed a square box into the cart and Phoenix picked it up.

“Why?” She said, shaking her head.

I grabbed it from her to see what it was and laughed, “What is this?”

“It’s a toothbrush holder.”

“You say that like it’s obvious,”she gave it back to Hangman. “Do you really need this?”

He placed it down in the cart. “Yes.”

We continued on through the store, Phoenix and I grabbing things that we needed as we went. Rooster came up behind me placed a small succulent plant in the cart in front of me.

“Isn’t it so cute?”

I looked back at him as he placed a kiss on my cheek. “It’s adorable, but are you going to take care of it?”

“Why would I have to take care of it”

“Because it’s real, baby,” I said, placing my hand on my forehead. “I’m getting a headache.

By the time we got to the end, the cart was full of random things the boys had picked out, including hanging star lights, shark curtains, a set of sheets, a desk lamp, and a stuffed dog. There was more than that, and it all just proved that asking them to come with us was a big mistake.

“What do you need these for?” I held the shark curtains up for Rooster and he shrugged.

“I don’t know, we don’t have curtains in the kitchen?”

I took a deep breath and looked at the tag. “They are on clearance for $5, so we can get them. However, they are not going up in the kitchen.”

Phoenix grabbed the desk lamp from the cart and placed it in a bin labeled ‘Clearance’.

“Excuse me, that’s mine.”

She turned to Hangman. “You don’t even have a desk!”

“But I don’t have a light on my nightstand.”

She nodded and placed it back in our cart. I turned to look at Rooster but he was no longer behind me.

“Hey, where is Rooster?”

Hangman and Phoenix both turned around and Rooster was nowhere to be found.

“He was just here, where did he go?” Hangman said, pulling his phone from his pocket.

I laughed, “I don’t know, but I told you he’d disappear. Where is my fifty bucks?”

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Rose Quartz || Robert "Bob" Floyd

This is a drabble (might be too long for a drabble I really don't know) I wrote for @wildbornsiren 's birthday, my fellow crystal and Bob lover.

Description: crystal shopping with Bob

Content: I mean, mention of unsupportive exes but besides that it's all fluffy. Crystals can have many uses and the ones I used in here may be used for things outside of what I described.

Word Count: 1.1k words

Big love to @callsign-phoenix for looking this over.

The first time Bob came to your apartment, he stood in the doorway and awaited an invitation. Even once invited in, he stood just a few steps inside and played with the string on his hoodie. Once you pulled a chair out for him, he kicked his boots off and took a few slow steps towards the bartop. After a few moments of him examining the contents on your counter, he raised a brow at you.

“What’s that face for?” you asked, leaned against the counter, observing him.

“I just…these are, well they’re very pretty but why do you have rocks on your counter?” Bob questioned, rolling a clear quartz around in his palm with his pointer finger. You laughed and pushed yourself off the counter to stand next to where he was seated.

“These are crystals,” you started, grabbing your favorite from the middle of the pile, “that one you have can be used for a lot of things, but I like the healing properties it brings. It makes me feel at peace and helps to clear my mind.”

“What’s the one you have?” he asked, moving his head closer to examine it.

“This is an amethyst, it’s used for protection and can help to soothe anxiety and stress,” you replied as you placed it into his hand.

He closed his fist around it a few times before looking up at you,“Does it work?”

“I think so, but it’s silly I’m just going to put them back,” you grabbed the crystal from his hand and began to place them back how they were, “Are you hungry?’

“I don’t think it’s silly, tell me more about them” he begged as he grabbed another one from the counter. It was nearly impossible to say no to the way he looked up at you, his big blue eyes pleading. You spent the next few hours explaining each crystal and researching ones that you thought would be good for Bob.

—---------------

You had less than an hour left in your shift and your phone would not stop buzzing. After the fifth text that came through, you stole a glance at the screen to see what was so important. As you unlocked your phone, you saw all the messages were from Bob.

“Jesus Bobby” you mumbled to yourself as you read what was so important. Each text had more capitalized words than before as he explained a new crystal store he found.

Over the past few months, Bob had become incredibly interested in crystals and started to build a collection. The morning after that first night at your apartment, he rambled the entire day to Phoenix about everything he’d learned. She listened with a patient ear and by the end of the day, had even asked about which ones she should have.

The first time you took him shopping, he wanted one to keep him and Phoenix safe when flying. You decided on a small amethyst, similar to the one you had. Since then, he had obtained a sunstone to help him set better boundaries with people, selenite to help him sleep at night, and a rose quartz that you had slipped into his bag.

You quickly texted him back and told him to meet you in the parking lot so you didn’t have to waste time going home. It meant a lot to you that Bob was interested in crystals, all your exes had thought they were silly and made sure you knew it. Right as you clocked out, Bob’s truck pulled into the parking lot. He jogged to meet you at the door and greet you with a hug and a kiss.

The shop wasn’t too far and Bob spent the drive telling you about his day and singing along to the radio. You watched from the passenger side as his face lit up when he talked about the training he and Phoenix did earlier and different scenarios it could be used for. It was crazy to think he was so shy when you met and now he spent more time talking than you did some days.

When the two of you arrived, Bob hurried to jump out before you and open your door. He led the way through the door and immediately rushed to a back corner to look at tiger’s eye crystals. You let out a chuckle and followed behind him slowly as you looked around at the different shelves, noting ones you wanted to come back and look at. As you glanced to see if Bob had moved, your eyes met his as he excitedly waved you over.

“I’ve been looking into these and they seem to help a lot with mental clarity as well as good luck and confidence and I think it would be really good for Rooster to have when he flies,” he started as he picked one up from the counter, “this one is perfect size to put in his flight suit so no one would even know”

You let out a giggle as he looked around for something to put it in, “You know, you’re allowed to pick crystals out for yourself, right?”

Bob deadpanned, “I know, but I have a few I want other people to have before I grab mine.”

The two of you continued to walk in silence as you looked at each shelf and read the cards of crystals that sparked your interest. Every few minutes, Bob would lean over your shoulder to examine the cards with you. Sometimes he’d mumble a comment and grab one to roll around in his palm like he had the first time he came over. As you made your way, Bob spotted a rose quartz and you rushed to hide the card.

“Hey, this is just like the one you stuck in my bag, you never told me what it’s for…why are you hiding the uses for it?” He asked, reaching behind you and grabbing the card before you could react, damn wizzo reflexes, “Rose quartz is known as the crystal of love…mhm good for self love, can also be used…interesting”

You tried to hide your face in your hands as he trailed off, “Listen, I promise I’m not crazy”

“Can also be used to foster loving relationships,” he continued in a teasing tone as a blush appeared on his face, “Did you try to put a love spell on me darlin’?”

Your face became warm and you tried to steal the card back with little avail, furthering your embarrassment, “Can you just forget about it? I think I’m ready to go now”

Bob scoffed, “Nuh uh, not until I buy a rose quartz for you to return the favor, can’t have me more obsessed than you.”

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tongue-like-a-razor · 17 days

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Request for Rooster please :) basically fluff, not sure if you have something like this already but something along the line of y/n being a pilot as well, Rooster falling for them and trying to potentially impress them? Trying to confess before his chance is loss because he sees hangman around y/n time to time but Rooster doesn’t find out (immediately) that hangman and y/n are siblings so Rooster is torn between confessing or not (he does end up confessing)

Ahh thank you for the super cute request! I have a thing for writing sisters, you know ;)

Worst Day Ever

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Seresin Sister!Reader

CW: Just a lil drabble, nothing fancy. A little cheesy. A bit fluffy. A lot goofy. The star of this show is Nat XD

WC: ~1100

“This is the worst day ever.”

Natasha looks over at Bradley as he moodily packs up his things at the end of the briefing. She grins in amusement. “You sound like a toddler.”

Bradley exhales gloomily and directs his gaze toward the front of the room where you stand, chatting with Bagman. “What does she see in that dirtbag?” he makes a face of disgust.

“I guess she sees his abs.” Natasha shrugs.

Bradley gives her a flat look. “Not you too.”

“What?” she exclaims with a laugh. “I’m not denying that he’s got a shit personality.” She glances over at you and Jake. “But he’s easy on the eyes, what can I say?”

“Maybe I should challenge him to a push up contest,” Bradley muses.

“Dude, we’re in the military.” Natasha shakes her head. “Push ups are not going to impress her.”

“But his abs did the trick?”

Natasha purses her lips. “Have you seen him flex?”

“Maybe you should bag him,” Bradley proposes sourly. Then, he adds, “Actually, that’s not a half bad idea!”

“No,” Natasha responds curtly and starts for the door.

“C’mon, Trace. I will owe you.” Bradley trails after her. “I will pay you.”

Natasha stops just short of the door. “To do what?”

“We’ll invite them to the Hard Deck. You distract Bagman –”

“No,” Natasha repeats, exiting the room.

“I thought you had my back!” Bradley calls after her as the rest of the aviators assigned to the mission start filing out into the hallway.

“Someone leave you hangin’, Rooster?” Jake asks playfully as he walks by.

Bradley flashes an annoyed look in his direction and sees that you’re walking alongside him. He locks eyes with you briefly – for the first time ever – and then glances back at Jake irritably. “Don’t worry, Bagman. That’s still your undisputed domain.”

Jake scoffs while you drop your head to hide a smile.

“Hey Bagman!” Natasha calls from down the hall.

Bradley looks up to see her doubling back.

“You guys want to join us at the Hard Deck tonight?” she asks casually.

Jake raises his eyebrows in surprise, so shocked at the invitation that he doesn’t respond right away.

That’s when you say, “Sure! We’ll be there!”

…

“Drink as much as you want, Phoenix,” Bradley says giddily. “It’s on me.”

“You bet your ass it is,” Natasha says, taking a swig of beer. “I’m going to need it.”

Bradley doesn’t have a chance to laugh because that’s when you and Jake enter the bar.

The two of you make your way over to Bradley and Natasha’s table. Jake is scowling but your smile is bright enough for the both of you.

“Hey!” Bradley says, rising from his seat to greet you.

Jake gives him a dirty look and Bradley squares his shoulders to appear a little taller. Jake might have gotten to you first but that doesn't mean that Bradley can't, at least, try.

“How’s it going?” you say as you take a seat and Bradley could swear they’re the three sweetest words he’s ever heard in his life.

“Great,” he responds, beaming at you like an idiot.

“So good,” Natasha responds absently, downing the remainder of her beer. “I need a refill.”

Jake, who is just about to sit down, rises again with an irritable sigh. “What’re you drinking?” he asks.

Natasha grimaces at him. “I can get my own beer,” she responds, also getting up.

Jake gives her a phony grin. “I guess you’re used to it,” he bites back.

You elbow Jake aggressively in his leg and he nearly loses his balance. “Be nice,” you warn him.

Bradley watches Natasha and Jake head to the bar together, surprised that you’re familiar enough with Jake to physically assault him considering the briefing this morning was only the third time you’ve met. Bradley wonders if maybe you know Jake from before; that would explain your allegiance.

“I’m glad you guys came,” Bradley says to you, not really sure how else to start a conversation with a girl who’s more or less spoken for.

You smile at him. “Yeah, thanks for the invite!”

“Of course,” Bradley responds. He decides not to mention that the entire night was orchestrated just so he could spend time with you.

“Jake’s pretty excited.”

Bradley lifts his eyebrows dubiously and looks over at Jake who’s at the bar with Natasha. “He’s got a weird way of showing it.”

You laugh. “Oh, he’s far too ‘badass’ to show it.”

Bradley snorts and looks back at you with a grin. “I like you,” he says before he can stop himself.

You chuckle slightly and lower you gaze without responding.

“I mean it,” he says.

You shift slightly in your seat and change the subject. “Your low altitude pass yesterday was pretty awesome,” you say.

Bradley grins and straightens his posture proudly. “You saw that?”

“It was hard to miss.” You cringe slightly. “Cyclone was so mad, I'm surprised you didn't hear him yelling from the cockpit.”

Bradley winces. “Yeah, I may have gotten into some trouble. But hey, if it means you noticed me, it was worth it.” He lets out a chuckle.

You smile, your eyes resting on his. "I noticed you," you admit.

Bradley keeps his gaze on you, releasing a guilty sigh. What's he doing flirting with you when Jake has clearly already shown interest? He hangs his head sullenly and says, "Look, I don’t know what you and Bagman have going on –”

“Umm,” you interject, holding up a hand. Bradley looks up at you, already nauseated because he’s fairly certain you’re about to tell him off. Instead, you proceed to say, “You know he’s my brother, right?”

Bradley blinks at you in awe. After several lengthy seconds, he says, “Shut the fuck up.”

You start laughing. “What did you think?”

Bradley drops his face in his hands, embarrassed and relieved in equal measure. “That’s why you like him.”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” you mutter sarcastically.

Bradley nearly chokes. “You’re hilarious,” he says.

You lean into the table toward him. “And you’re cute.”

Bradley stares at you in amazement and then grins sheepishly. “I’m so glad you think so.”

“Alright kids,” Bradley hears Jake’s voice and realizes that he and Natasha have approached the table. “We’re gonna call it a night.”

“What? Already?” Bradley exclaims, looking up at them. He instantly observes that Jake is holding Natasha’s hand. “Oh,” Bradley adds, meeting Natasha’s gaze with an amused grin. “Well, this is turning out to be an alright day.”

Natasha shoots him a threatening look but says not a word.

“Bradshaw,” Jake says, narrowing his eyes as he glances between you and Bradley pointedly. “Keep your hands to yourself.”

Bradley solutes him with a nod and a smirk and then says, “You have yourself a good night, Seresin.”

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fandomlit · 2 years

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sleep clothes (bradley bradshaw x reader)

summary a power outage allows rooster (and unfortunately, the other men on base) to see you in your sleep clothes.

warnings swearing, suggestion toward adult themes, rooster has a staring problem

a/n so guess who went and saw top gun (rqs are open <3)

gif cred belongs to @bykryx

the squadron had been getting ready for bed when the lights suddenly went out and the usual background thrum of the bunkhouse went silent. rooster looked to the switch to see no one standing by it just as payback let out a groan.

“the power did not just go out,” he huffed, digging through one of his drawers for his emergency flashlight.

“i think it did,” rooster replied as the other men in the bunkroom began to curse. hangman hopped out of bed, not bothering to pull a shirt on as he headed for the door.

“where are you going?” coyote called to him.

“to see if anyone else’s went out or if rooster just left his curling iron on too long,” hangman replied with a cynical smile. and as much as rooster wanted to put him in his smug jaw, he, payback, and coyote all followed.

the backup generator must have been some piece of work, for it only somewhat worked in the hallway, filling it with eerily faint light. some other men were out of their bunks already, milling about the hall with tired grumbles and groans as they talked amongst themselves. “guess it wasn’t just us,” rooster offered with a tired sigh.

“guess it got the girls, too,” payback spoke before moving past rooster. “hey phoenix, c/s!” rooster followed after him to see the silhouetted figures of the two girls of their squadron were in fact hovering near the entranceway of their hall. his heart nearly stopped as he got close enough to catch sight of you in the dim lights.

rooster had seen you in many shapes and forms; workout clothes, dresswear, uniform, even swimwear. but never in sleep clothes.

he thanked what ever god for blessing him with that sight.

“enjoying some mood lighting, boys?” you joked with a tired smile, tilting your head in a way that nearly had rooster swooning. man, he knew he had it bad for you, but this was a whole new level.

you stood in pair of lazily picked out socks and a way too big sleep shirt that left too much and not enough to the imagination, just barely stopping at your mid thigh with no implication of shorts underneath. he prayed the same dim lighting that revealed your adorably tired features to him hid the way his eyes greedily drank in the sight of your beautifully bare legs and the large shirt slipping off of your shoulder in the slightest, exposing your bare collarbone to his prying eyes. he forced his eyes away after a few long moments, cursing just barely under his breath. he couldn’t help the intrusive thought of you wearing his too big shirt, looking up at him with those doey, tired eyes, and, god, he was in public right now.

while you had taken a more lighthearted approach to the situation, phoenix was less than so. “none of you thought to put on shirts? not a single one of you?”

“c’mon, c/s’s not even wearing pants right now!” hangman retorted with a snicker. rooster didn’t know when he had joined their group, but his blood boiled at the thought of hangman’s gaze replacing where his had just been, thinking worse and more perverted thoughts than his own. that stupidly familiar burn in his chest only lessened when he heard you scoff.

“i’m wearing shorts, dipshit,” you huffed and rooster’s eyes followed selfishly as you lifted the hem of your shirt, revealing the pair of spandex that sat even further up on your thighs. he looked away quickly this time, before his mind could get too carried away. “i’m officially the second most clothed person here.” phoenix, who stood in a tee and sweatpants, just shrugged.

“i don’t know about that,” hangman tutted under his breath and rooster had never wanted him to shut up more. luckily, the admiral saved any further debate and intrusive thoughts.

��admiral on deck!”

everyone fell to attention immediately, lining up against the walls. when the hall was completely silent and devoid of shuffling noises, the admiral stepped toward the center. he scanned the hall before commanding, “at ease, but listen up.” everyone relaxed their attention and that’s when rooster realized that you had snuck your way beside him in the brief rush. you caught his eye when he glanced down at you and shot him a jovial, heart-stopping wink before focusing back on the admiral. he couldn’t help but bite his lip to prevent a goofy smile.

“we’ve got mechanics searching for the source of the outage now,” the admiral explained, pacing further down the hall. “lights out will be extended by an hour to accommodate for those whose showers were cut off or cut short. y’all smell terrible. you need that shower.” chuckles arose down the hall. “until we get up and running again, a few reminders: you are still not allowed to mingle in each other’s dorms, you are still required to wake at the same time tomorrow, you are still..”

as the admiral droned on, rooster snuck another glance down at you. you caught his gaze after a moment and the two of you shared an exaggerated look. he leaned closer to you and spoke quietly, “where’d you even get a shirt that big?”

that clearly wasn’t what you were expecting him to say judging by the breathy chuckle you let out. “some laundry mix up a few weeks ago. don’t really know what happened or who did it, but it doesn’t matter. it’s my shirt now. it smells like me and everything.”

rooster let out a quiet chuckle as if the thought of you scenting a shirt didn’t nearly make him shiver. the admiral swept his gaze through the part of the hallway your smiling duo stood and rooster quickly fixed his smile into a hardened expression. when the admiral’s eyes were gone, he whispered to you with a skipping heart, “looks good on you. ‘m sure it smells good, too.”

he looked toward you to see a silent laugh shake through you as you caught his eyes, “thanks.” his gaze flitted away from you after a moment, just as you added, “would rather it be one of your shirts, though.”

his heart stopped. his fervent eyes were back on you within the millisecond. “what?”

“what?” you repeated back to him. but the feeble lighting was just vivid enough that he could see the knowing, provocative look in your eyes as you tilted your head at him and holy shit you were going to be the death of him.

“dismissed,” the admiral called before rooster could even think of a response to you.

you shot rooster a smile that only told him that you were proud of yourself before speaking sweetly, “goodnight, bradley.”

fuck, did you have to say his name?

his veins were on fire. he let out a chuckle that only told you how flustered you had made the usually-cocky pilot. “goodnight, y/n.” he stared after you for a moment, gaze on the hem of your shirt as it just barely rose to the top of your thighs with your pace. the sight of your spandex settled just under the curve of your ass was like a reward.

and though some of the boys jostled and teased him like teenagers when you disappeared back to the girls rooms, rooster’s only thoughts were how to cause another laundry mix up in his favor.

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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admiral jake when you’re wearing a sundress..

i can picture this on a sunday morning. you’re getting ready to visit admiral cyclone and his family. since jake became an admiral himself, a far greater respect had been built up between the two.

jake was tying your little girls shoes as he asked, “where’s your mama, hm?” she squealed in response as she saw you come through the doorway, your barely one year old boy attached to your hip.

“here i am!” you cheerfully replied.

jake looked up and immediately his throat went dry. he licked at his bottom lip to try and gather some salvia as he took in the breathtaking sight of you. suddenly, he was back in the hard deck when he met you and you were wearing a sundress.

it was the first time you’d worn one this year and jake could feel himself twitch. it hugged and covered every inch and curve of your body. it wasn’t revealing by any means, but jake thought you might as well have worn his favourite set of lingerie.

once ready to leave, jake gave you a soft kiss on your lips and caught your ear.

“do you remember what happened when you wore that last?”

“mhm, he’s right here.” you chided with an all knowing smirk and squeezing your little boy on your hip.

jake let out a low grunt and squeezed at your ass through your sundress. you had to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop the squeal escaping you.

the day had gone by in a flurry and went off without a hitch. jake now had your hair fisted in his palm and another gripping onto your hip, scrunching up your sundress material into his knuckles as he fucked you deeply from behind on your shared bed, kids fast asleep.

“so fucking pretty for your admiral, aren’t you sweets? you goin’ to give your admiral permission to breed you again?”

the allusion of family dad, admiral jake, was shattered. this was admiral jake fucking you within an inch of your life.

eheh thank you so much for this incredible thot dear anon! 💌

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ddejavvu · 10 months

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idk if you've wrote this type of blurb before but if not maybe some hangman x reader were they aren't dating but friends and reader visits him and they go to a bar together and it's all very southern but reader doesn't know shit abt southern tradition and surprise surprise she puts on jakes cowboy hat as a joke 🤭🤭 the rest is up to you (just no angst please :') )

(If you wear a cowboy hat, you have to ride the cowboy)

Jake had tried briefing you on the way over. Don't get too cocky about the mechanical bull. You'll fall eventually. Careful not to step on anyone's toes, you might scuff their dancing boots. If you're going to dance, stick to the middle, that way there's always someone in front of you when the group turns to follow along with.

He'd just forgotten one minor detail, and you hadn't thought twice about snatching up his discarded cowboy hat as he wiped his brow of sweat. Perhaps you should have been deterred by that, the fact that the brim is slightly damp with his perspiration, but you didn't let it phase you, excited to look as southern as everyone else did.

You don't see his eyes widen until the hat is already securely on your head, and you grin at him, smug that you've managed to steal his look.

"What, Seresin? Pissed I look better than you?" You quip, but your smirk fades into confusion when his eyes trail down your front.

"Oh my god, are you getting turned on by this, or something? We should roleplay," You tease, slapping his chest, "I'll be the sexy cowgirl."

"Well darlin'," Jake finally finds his voice, laughing bashfully, "That ain't too far off from what you've just set yourself up for."

"Oh yeah?" You raise a brow curiously, "And what's that, Jake?"

"Well, there's this southern tradition," He explains, his typical cocky smirk flitting over his face as he leans sideways against the bar beside you, "That if you wear a man's cowboy hat, you've gotta ride the cowboy you stole it off of."

Your jaw drops for a quick second before you contain yourself, staring bewildered at him, "You- what? And you didn't warn me before I put it on? That's a stupid rule."

"It's not stupid," He grins, "It's perfect. And hey, think of it this way. You're savin' a horse."

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birdy-bat-writes · 1 year

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Coffee for Mrs. Seresin?

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Reader

Content warnings: Pining, fluff, and uh.... caffeine? Mild swears, Maybe some banter. I have no clue what qualifies as a warning anymore, I'm so sorry, y'all:') Also, sorry for the spelling, grammar, and punctuation errors.

A/n: Should I be doing math right now? Should I actually be sleeping right now? Yes and yes, BUT no one can blame me. I was reading an adorable Jake Seresin Fanfic by @roosterbruiser (everyone go read Millie's work, it's gold) and I got an idea and I had to write it somewhere so here:D

You were pretty used to people assuming you and Jake were an item. When an attractive guy and an attractive girl have been friends since college and spend as much time together as you both do, you suppose it's a fair conclusion for people to draw, but an incorrect one, nonetheless. And you really wish people would stop asking because every time you had to explain to someone how you were "just friends," it ate you a little more inside.

The fact of the matter was this: you were in love with your best friend. And it sucked.

You stepped out of your car and strode along the stone walkway amidst the grass up to Rooster's door and rang the bell. It was a cute little townhouse with a blue exterior and you often poked fun at him for how much it resembled a little wooden birdhouse with its colorful walls and white wood-rimmed windows. You suppose it's fitting since Rooster lives there and yes, he hates that gag. It also serves as your group's prime hang-out spot, which is why you're here now.

The door opened to reveal Natasha, wrapped up in an oversized sweatshirt with her hair thrown up in a claw clip. "Yes, you brought chips!"

"Yeah, you didn't really specify which flavor so I just got them all." You said, walking in. "Guests should start coming in an hour, right?"

"Mmm-hmm." The 7 of you were throwing a casual party to celebrate Jake's promotion to Lieutenant-Commander. You saw Nat lift her eyes and smirk. "And there he is, the man of the hour." You turned around to see Jake at the end of the staircase.

"Well, hello, Mr. Man-of-the-hour," you teased, setting down the numerous bags of chips you were holding.

"Glad you're finally here, N/N. I was starting to think you were going to leave me here to fend for myself against Rooster's ABBA medley." Jake wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. It was always like this. Him giving you butterflies you had to ignore because there was inevitably some other girl.

"Oh please, I would never leave you to fend for yourself against Rooster. I would join him and together, we'd overpower you and make you listen to ABBA forever." You grinned up at him and he narrowed his eyes, lips quirking up at the corners.

"Betrayal never comes from an enemy, I see," he shook his head at you. "I will leave you, lovely ladies, to yourselves. If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen." You watched Jake walk away and disappear around the corner. When you turned back, Natasha was still wearing that smug smile she always did when she saw you two. You knew it was coming.

"Nix, I'm telling you, if you say it, I'm salting your coffee." She knew you were messing with her but one of these days, you might just do it.

"All I'm saying is, shoot your shot! Come on, just once before you go settle for this rando."

"Mark is not a rando. We know him from accounting!"

"Exactly, Y/N, we know him from accounting. You don't even like the guy, heck you hardly know him."

"Exactly. That's why we're going to get to know each other at this party. I need to get over this crush, now. I can't keep pining for a guy who has no interest in me," you saw Natasha's mouth open as if to say something and you quickly jumped in, "And don't say he's interested. He's been with other girls multiple times and never once looked at me like that."

"True, I won't argue there. He's never looked at any of those girls the way he was just looking at you either." She took her hair out of her claw clip and it fell onto her shoulders in soft waves. "And ever since we all got back from that mission 3 months ago, he hasn't been with anyone. I really think he's got a thing for you but you're right. You should give this Mark guy a shot if you think he'd be good for you."

You smiled softly. You met Jake's friends when you were in San Diego a few years back. About a year ago, you were permanently stationed here and luckily for you, Jake was too. He settled here about 4 months before you. All his friends became your friends, and you've truly never known a better group of people. And they'd never known someone who could wrangle Hangman, so you were quite quickly welcomed to the group.

You and Pheonix tossed your sweatshirts upstairs and fixed up the last bits of your outfits just in time for guests to start arriving. You even managed to slip in a game of cards with Fanboy, Bob, and Payback before you joined a crowd in the living room. You barely felt the tap on your shoulder. If it wasn't followed by your name, you surely would have missed it. You turned on your heel to see Mark from accounting, facing you with a hand in his pocket.

"Mark, hi!"

"Hey. How are you?" His voice was almost monotone. His eyes roamed the room rather than meeting yours. He had just gotten here and he already sounded like he wanted to be somewhere else. You could have sworn he sounded more lively when you met.

"I'm good. I thought you weren't coming till later."

"I got off work early."

"Ah, well that's great." This guy really wasn't giving you much to work with. "Can I get you something to drink? There are drinks and food in the kitchen." That actually went somewhere. You headed to the kitchen where the conversation just barely picked up.

In the distance, Jake noticed your prolonged absence. As silly as it was, Jake liked knowing you were near him. You didn't have to be attached at the hip but he liked knowing he could saunter over to you and escape into your laugh when you came up in his mind. Which was a lot.

He scanned the room for you and stopped when he caught your frame in the kitchen...with some guy? Who the hell was that?

"Damn, if looks could kill...," Rooster muttered. "Do you not like that dude or something?"

"I don't even know who he is," Jake said through gritted teeth. "What's his name?"

"No clue. Pheonix?"

As if on cue, Natasha spoke up. "That, my friends, is Mark from accounting." Both the boys looked at her with questioning eyes.

"Okay, but who is he?" Something in Jake's voice was different now. Both of them looked at him.

"Careful there, Bagman, you almost sound jealous. He's some guy Y/N knows and I think she likes him." Phoenix was searching Jake's face for any sign that she was right about his feelings for you, and he never noticed because his eyes were trained on you like a hawk.

"I'm not jealous, Pheonix."

"You kinda sound jealous, Hangman," Rooster added, earning a glare from Jake.

"Okay, when we first met and you told me about her, you sounded so lovesick, I thought she was your wife. Cut to, you introduce us all and it turns out you're not married, or dating, but friends? I'm sorry, I do not believe that you two don't have feelings for each other." Natasha's remark sparked something in Jake. She watched the corners of his mouth twitch into a smirk so small, she almost missed it.

"I'll be right back." Jake stated, already pacing away. Rooster and Pheonix watched Jake make his way into the kitchen.

"She likes him too right?" Rooster asked.

"Oh, absolutely," Pheonix responded.

"You know, Fanboy has a betting pool on them."

"What? Get me on this, I have a feeling we'll make some money tonight."

Jake entered the kitchen to see you sitting alone at the table. "Got room for one more?"

"I don't see why not. Shouldn't you be mingling with everyone out there?"

"Well, the person I want to mingle with is in here." You smiled at him. There it was again, that smile that always left him utterly defenseless. "Who's the guy?"

You don't know why you felt your cheeks heat up when Jake asked about him. "His name's Mark. I met him when I was sorting reports last week."

"Okay. So, why do you sound so upset?"

"Because he said he was going to get us drinks 5 minutes ago and I just saw him leave with Commander Reeves' daughter." Honestly, you weren't upset because he left. You were upset because you were glad he did. He was boring you out of your mind and you two absolutely did not click, but it was still disheartening to know that this is what it was going to be like. No guy was going to measure up to the one you wished you were with. The one who was at this table with you now.

Jake was seething. What kind of idiot comes to a party and leaves you for some other girl? "You wanna get out of here?"

"What?"

"Let's leave. I'm bored."

"It's your party, you dork, you can't just leave!" You were giggling at a feeling somewhere in between confusion and disbelief.

"Yeah, it is my party so I say, you and I get out of here." He took you by the hand and walked you out through the back door to his car. And you let him. The chilly air swept you both up.

The drive was pretty calm. You didn't know where Jake was going but you didn't care either. This reminded you of when you two were younger. The long quiet rides in the car with no one but each other for company. He'd put on some cheesy 80's power ballad and you'd both laugh at it until you'd give in and belt it out at the top of your lungs.

"If you don't mind my asking, what did you see in him?"

"I don't really even remember. I think I just wanted to try and get myself out there. I haven't been on a date in literally years."

Jake hesitated before he asked. "So... what made you want to start now?" You felt the words catch in your throat.

"I'm not sure." you lied. You. I'm in love with you and I can't take it.

You felt the car slow down. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even see where Jake parked. A cute little coffee shop and patisserie. Jake got out of his car and rounded the front to open the door for you. He already had you head over heels for him and he didn't even know it. Did he have to be such a gentleman? You weren't sure that you could fall even harder for this man but you really didn't want to find out.

"Why don't you get us a table and I'll get us something to drink. Don't worry, I remember what you like." You nodded and found a two-seat table by the french windows overlooking the city. On the left, in the distance, the last light of sunset was hitting the water and the top of the sky had started to go dark. Little stars twinkled above you. You wondered what it would be like to always be like this? Evenings with you and Jake, running off alone together from places and people you didn't really want to see. Taking comfort in each other's presence because it felt like home. Just then, Jake sat down in front of you. It almost hurt knowing he was right in front of you and you couldn't have him.

"Screw stupid Mark from accounting. He was not worth your time."

"Thanks. It's fine really, I'll find someone else. Someone less boring." When you met Jake's eyes, he looked as if he had something to say. Something he was holding back. "What is it?"

"Don't find someone else."

Did he just- Did you hear him right?

"What? Why?"

"Because-"

"I have a coffee and a latte for Mr. and Mrs. Seresin?" The barista called. You actually felt your heart skip a beat. Your eyebrows scrunched together and you looked to Jake for answers.

"Well, I think that's us." He blurted like it answered all your questions, a smile heard in his voice.

"Mr. and Mrs. Seresin?" You queried, rising out of your seat in tandem with him. "Why'd you tell her we were 'Mr. and Mrs. Seresin?!'"

"Because you looked so down and I thought I'd get a reaction from you! And it's not all my fault, Pheonix gave me the idea." Jake stated, matter-of-factly. How could he say that so casually?! "And you're still looking red so I guess it worked."

You both grabbed your coffees and sat down once again. It was dark out now. Once your laughs and giggles over your reaction were out, you remembered where your last conversation left off.

"Jake, why'd you tell me not to find someone?" You didn't force the question too hard into the conversation. You asked softly, not knowing how or if he would answer. He sighed before he spoke like he was preparing himself.

"Because...because I can't ask you out if you're dating someone else." The emotions hit you like a bombshell.

"You want to ask me out?" You weren't sure this was real. You were really about to pinch yourself before he stopped you in your tracks.

"I've been meaning to for months. Y/N, we've been friends forever, and I didn't want to ruin what we have. I know I should have told you before because I've liked you for as long as- Why are you smiling?"

"Because, you big dummy, I like you too." You couldn't hold it back. You were beaming. You felt butterflies and fireworks all at once just because the man of your dreams just made it all a reality. Jake held your eyes in his and smiled ear-to-ear. You swore you saw his ears go red but if you asked him, you doubt he’d admit it. "I'm really happy right now but I have no clue what to do next."

"I've got it from here," Jake reaches out and takes your hand in both of his. It feels like electricity is coursing through your veins. "Y/N L/N, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?"

It took everything in you not to squeal in this coffee shop. "Yes, I will do you that honor, Bagman." You responded. He chuckled at you.

"Every now and again, I feel like introducing you to Pheonix was a mistake."

"Speaking of which, I really want to tell her about this but she'll get all smug because she was right."

"You're right. As far as people we don't have to tell yet go, Fanboy and Rooster have been betting on us. We can just keep it from them for now too."

"Deal." A laugh bubbled out of you as you thought about how the squad would react. And then a knock sounded directly next to you on the french window.

"Aww, cute," Rooster noted, his voice muffled by the glass, but still clear enough for you to hear his teasing tone.

"Left your own party so soon?" There stood Pheonix. Along with the rest of the squad leaning against Bradley's bronco.

"Shit." you commented.

"So much for keeping it secret."

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“you’re freezing, come here.”

I can totally see this as Bradley or Jake. Maybe more Jake. I'm always cold and wear sweatshirts 😂

Woohoo, I got through all of them! This was the last of the prompt requests I received!

It was that time of year where the weather could be cruelly deceptive. You’d be baking in the sun all day, comfortable in a sundress or shorts, but as soon as the sun started to go down, a chill crept into your bones, a reminder that the bite of winter hadn’t yet disappeared completely.

Despite knowing this, you still weren’t prepared for the cold breeze that blew in off the water as you sat around a bonfire on the beach with your fiancé and your friends. In all fairness, it had been a rather impromptu get-together, but you were still kicking yourself for not having a sweatshirt in the car.

You’d been attempting to inch yourself closer to the fire, surreptitiously rubbing away the goosebumps that were rising on your arms. Clad in only a T-shirt and a flimsy pair of leggings, you were growing colder and colder the longer you sat there.

“Want to go for a walk, honey?” Bradley whispered against your ear, his strong arm sliding around your waist as he sat down beside you. His body felt so warm that you instinctively cuddled up closer to him.

You bit your bottom lip as you contemplated leaving the warmth of the fire, but the thought of sharing a little alone time with your soon-to-be-husband was too good to pass up. “Okay,” you nodded, slipping your hands into Bradley’s and smiling as he lifted you up off the ground.

With your hands intertwined, you and Bradley broke away from the rest of the group and began strolling along the shoreline, dipping your bare toes into the water as you talked softly about your plans for the future.

You were trying very hard to focus on what Bradley was saying, but this close to the water, the chill that had settled over you earlier sank deeper into your bones until your back ached from trying to contain your trembling.

“Honey, are you alright?” Bradley asked, stopping you both in your tracks and turning to look at you.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine,” you fibbed, reluctantly dropping his hand so that you could cross your arms over your chest.

He looked you up and down slowly, then chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Baby, you’re freezing. Come here,” he murmured, spreading his arms wide so that you could walk right into them.

You had never been more thankful for the fact that your fiancé was a space heater in human form.

“Why didn’t you say something?” he demanded, dropping a kiss on your forehead and turning so that you were headed back in the direction of the bonfire, and away from the water.

You shrugged, snuggling up closer against his side. “I don’t know, I guess I was just trying to ignore it,” you admitted.

“I left one of my hoodies in the Bronco. Let’s go grab it,” he told you, rubbing one large hand up and down your arm.

Sighing happily, you rested your head against his shoulder. “You’re the best.”

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