#hangman x fem!reader

[siempre-bucky]

Take Me to Bed

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Reader

Summary: you swore off sleeping with Navy men, not wanting to be the subject of their locker room talk. Harvard opens his mouth about you and Jake's ready to take him to an early grave.

warnings: brief mentions of smut

wc: 1.4k

a/n: soft defensive boyfriend Jake? Yess. Sorry to Harvard my baby boi

The sounds of the waves were like music tonight, or you thought they were. All you could hear was the muffled jukebox from inside and the low groans Jake emitted as his lips attacked the side of your neck. His strong hands firmly held you in place by your hips, his knee slotted in between your legs. “Jake,” you whined as he dragged his teeth over a sensitive spot. 

He slowly pulled away and looked at you with lust in his dark green eyes. You loved this look, you’d never tell him or it’d go straight to his head. “Let me take you home tonight, darlin’,” he flirted, his voice low and accent thick. His tanned face was inches from yours, the mint on his lips faintly entering your airways. Still didn’t hold a candle to his cologne that was simply intoxicating. 

“Jake,” you sighed as if you were scolding him like a child. He frowned, his dimples no longer in sight. “No.” 

The aviator bit down on his lower lip, rejection over these past few months had been becoming easier but it still stung. “I could show you a good time,” he chuckled, bringing one of his hands up to cup your cheek. 

Your lovesick expression faded, looking up at the sky solemnly before pushing him away. He retreated and put his hands on his hips in annoyance. “Jake we do this every time, you know I’m going to tell you no.” You lurched off the wall and started to make your way back inside the Hard Deck, thinking that you’d once again successfully managed to keep Jake out of your pants. 

“You know I don’t want to just sleep with you, Y/N,” he huffed. You stopped walking as you sensed the irritation in his tone. “That’s not my intention—” 

“I know,” you interrupt, turning back around to look at him standing in the golden light of the lamp. “I know what your intentions are, and uncharacteristically I actually believe you,” you pouted, looking down at the sandy floor that divided you. 

This all happened months ago when you and Jake were assigned to the uranium mission. He was still the same cocky pilot from your first squadron, but somehow he became more of that southern gentleman he always claimed he was over the years. Sweet dates that ended with kisses on cheeks and late-night drives along the coast with his fingers intertwined with yours that rested in your lap. He respected your space, never pushing or questioning why you didn’t want to have sex with him—until now. 

“Why won’t you let me have sex with you? Make love, fuck, or whatever you want to call it?” Jake swallowed hard, clenching his jaw so he wouldn’t lash out. 

You took in a deep breath, the salt air helping calm you as you walked up to him, crossing your arms over your chest as a means of protection. “I don’t sleep with guys in the Navy,” you confessed. 

“You- you what? Why?” He raised his eyebrows in confusion, cocking his head. 

“The walls are extremely thin in those locker rooms, Jake. I hear all you guys talk about the girl you had in bed the previous night and the disgusting things you say about them. How they felt around your cock, what you rated their performance, judging them when you finally got their clothes off,” you spat. Jake knew you weren’t directly talking to him, in his distant past he joined in the locker room talk, but he grew up a little unlike some of the guys walking around Top Gun. 

He bobbed his head as he listened, allowing you to finish. Your face had softened, your lower lip quivering as you desperately tried to remain stone-faced, “I won’t be the subject of that—I won’t- I won’t do it no matter how much I like you.” 

You liked him, but you didn’t trust him, he noted. That was fair, you knew him more than most people; his reputation preceded him, it still hung over him. “Hey, hey, hey,” he cooed, putting his hand on your shoulder and gently squeezing it. “I wouldn’t do that to you, whatever happens behind closed doors stays there,” he tried to reassure you. You looked away again, you wouldn’t succumb to the glimmering green eyes of Jake Seresin. 

“I wanna believe you,” you said weakly, pulling out of his grasp. 

He stood by your side, taking your hand, “Let me drive you home, kiss you on the front porch, and I’ll go to my home where I’ll fall asleep dreaming of you,” he offered charmingly, his cocky smirk returning to his handsome face. You could ignore the eyes, but you couldn’t ignore the charm. 

“Take me home, Bagman.” 

— 

Jake tiredly sat on the wooden bench of the locker room after the day's training session, his clean t-shirt sticking to his still damp skin. He sat there with a towel over his hair, trying to get rid of the beads of water that clung to the blond ends. Fritz and Harvard were loudly talking about their time at the bar last night behind him. “Did you take that chick home?” Fritz egged on, wagging his eyebrows. 

“Her ass was a solid nine out of ten, of course the fuck I did,” Harvard snickered from his locker. “Should’a seen the way she rode me.” 

Jake stood up abruptly, silently walking over to his locker trying to avoid their conversation. 

“Hangman,” Fritz hummed with a smirk. Jake looked at him through the reflection of the small mirror that hung on the door of his green locker, and he knew Fritz could see the annoyed look he wore.  “What’s the deal with you and Circe?” He stilled at the mention of your call sign, his eyebrows beginning to furrow. 

Don’t entertain him, he thought angrily to himself. He decided on shrugging as he put his dog tags around his neck. 

“You fuck her yet?” Yale chimed in from the showers. 

The tall man scowled, “Doesn’t matter,” he answered shortly. 

Harvard smirked and sauntered over, his frame becoming closer in the mirror. “That’s a shame man, she looks like she puts out. You gotta tell us what her tits loo-” 

Jake slammed the locker shut and whipped around, the room falling to a quick silence, eyes locked on the two men. The blood roared in his ears, a burning red flush rose to his cheeks.  Harvard remained ‘chill’ as Hangman angrily got in his face. He understood why you didn’t want to sleep with him, he didn’t want your name mixed in with a bunch of assholes  “You say one more fucking thing about her and I will put you in a grave,” he threatened lowly, the rasp in his voice sent a chill through Harvard’s spine. 

“She’s just a girl man, we all talk about them. If she’s a prude you can just tell us,” he chuckled. Jake’s fist rose and sudden shouts of the men rang out. Rooster, bless him, walked out of the shower just in time to catch Jake’s wrist with the hand that wasn’t holding up his towel. 

“I’ll break your fucking nose!” Jake shouted among the other voices. 

“Alright! Alright! Calm the fuck down!” Rooster shouted, pushing back Harvard by his puffed-out chest. 

“Jesus. Relax,” Harvard laughed, rolling his eyes at Jake.

The two men were locked in a bitter stare-down as they were separated. Jake grabbed his stuff hastily and looked at Harvard one more time, “If I hear her call sign, her name, or anything about her out of you, son, I will rip your lips off,” he warned before opening the door and exiting. 

He stormed out of the room, barreling down the hallway with his sights on the doors. “Jake!” your sweet voice called, echoing through the empty hall. He turned and his stiff muscles relaxed, his lips turning up into a smile as you hurried over. You had that power over him, no matter how angry he was, you managed to make him smile. 

“You’re still here, sweetheart? Thought you were already done for the day,” he smiled, eyeing you up and down in your flight suit. You stood there for a moment, looking up at him with an unreadable look on your face, your fingers fidgeting at your side. 

You shook your head and lunged forward, gripping the sides of his face and pulling him down for a searing kiss that rivaled any kiss you two have had before. “Y/N-” he breathed as you pulled away.  

“I heard you and Harvard,” you broke out into a wide grin, “you defended me, Hangman.” you giggled as you punched him in the arm. He winced and grabbed his bicep to protect it from your fist. 

“The walls are thin,” he whispered, remembering what you had said the night before. You nodded and allowed him to wrap his arms around your waist, his duffle bag falling to the floor with a soft thud. 

“I can’t believe you did that,” you marveled, trying to suppress happy giggles from escaping. 

“No one talks about my girl that way, I’ll put them all in an early grave before they disrespect you,” he told you firmly, his eyes staring into yours in hopes that you would believe him, trust in him. 

You ran your hands up his arms and stopped at the base of his neck, your thumbs swiping along the light-colored stubble that was growing in. “Take me to bed, Jake,” you said to him, your eyes falling to his lips. You had the rule of no Navy men for far too long… and Jake? He was the perfect person to break it with. A man that defended your honor instead of fluffing his own ego in front of his friends. You liked this Jake, maybe you loved him. 

His eyes grew wide, his expression brightening as you spoke, “Really? Are you sure? Y/N, we don't have to, you don’t have to,” he wheezed. 

“I mean it, Seresin,” you grinned, “don’t make me regret it.” 

He kissed you swiftly before taking your hand and guiding you back towards the locker room, “Hurry and get your things, you can shower at my place,” he commanded playfully, kissing your hand before letting you go. He blushed, looking at you softly as you looked at him happily one last time before retreating behind the doors.

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[mothdruid]

Fuck You, Hangman

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!reader

summary: jake had always pissed you off, but today was the final straw. but who knew you had some type of fondness for the resident ass. and even though you never accepted his apology, you might have accepted him. 

wc: 4.7k

warnings: 18+, smut, minors dni, vaginal sex, oral sex (m to f), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, pet names (sweetheart and darling), dirty talk, hate sex turned soft???

a/n: howdy howdy, hangman has been plaguing my mind for a little over a week now. so here we are. i hope you all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it! 

If looks could cause harm, there would currently be a hole in the back of Hangman’s head. The two of you had graduated together, and you hated him still the same. His laugh, snide comments, and cocky attitude always had you on the edge. You weren’t much of a people person to begin with, but god did this man make you fucking hate people. 

“Ain’t that right?” 

“Shut the fuck up, Hangman.” The words came out of your mouth before you could even think. Your eyes connected with Fanboy’s before fleeting over to Rooster’s. Rooster shot you a look of concern while you stared at him. 

“What was that? Got something to say?” Hangman boomed as he stood up. You rolled your eyes, hearing his baritone voice grate against your ears. You got on your feet, deciding you had to show your own dominance.

“Yeah, I do. You need to learn when to shut the fuck up.” Hangman’s lips curved down in frown as he stopped in front of you.

“That’s rich coming from someone who doesn’t really talk.” You glared at Hangman, grimacing at his words.Payback and Fanboy snickered at the commotion, glad you were finally standing up to Hangman. 

“Not everyone likes to listen to you, Bagman.” Phoenix added in. 

“That true, Viper?” Hangman asked you. He leaned into your space, trying to get right up near your ear. You shifted slightly, trying to show your irritation as he started to talk. “Cause if it was, why didn’t you say anything prior?” 

An irritated look covered your face, clearly showing that you were down with his bullshit today. You placed your hand on his shoulder and leaned in near his ear. “Cause I thought I could deal with it. Shocker, I can’t. I'm tired of your cocky attitude and inflated ego." 

You could hear a small snicker from Rooster after you spoke, which caused Hangman to turn his head. Rooster gave Hangman a fake apologetic look before he turned back to you. "That so?" 

"Stop playing dumb, Bagman. You know that all of us have an issue with you, even the 'quiet' ones." You quoted the word quiet with your fingers while you spoke. Jake crept somehow closer to you, your faces only mere inches away from each other. 

"Loner feels more like the right word for you, not just quiet." Hangman said with a smirk. 

"Fuck you, Hangman." With that you spun around, gathered your items and left. Nobody contested your leave, not even your instructor. 

~

“That was uh, quite the outburst.” Your eyes drifted up from your drink to Rooster. You rolled your eyes at him before downing your drink. “Come on. Even I know that it could have waited till after.” Rooster signaled to the bartender, asking for a tall draft beer. 

“Roo, you of all people know how much I hate him. Ever since the first day of training, it’s just-”

“His ego. I know, I know.” Rooster snickered before taking a swig of his beer. Your hand drifted up, silently asking the bartender for another one. The two of you sat chatting for a moment, watching as the hard deck filled up with more people. It had been months since the two of you talked, seeming as this was your first time stateside in a while. Being in Europe had been fun but it just wasn’t the same. 

“Well look who it is.” A hand hit you in the back, a greeting of sorts. You turned to see the only person you could care less for right now. A bright smile covered Hangman’s face, a toothpick sticking out from between his teeth. His hand stayed on your mid back, shifting slightly lower to the small of your back. A heat radiated in your cheeks, the heat from his hand was the only thing your brain could focus on. You rolled your eyes and quickly distracted yourself with your drink. 

“What do you want?” Bradley’s voice had a standoffish nature to it. Hangman turned to him with a slightly off grin. Jake had barely even started to talk and he was already starting to irritate you. 

“I came to apologize, what else would I be here for?”

“Maybe to gloat about yourself.” You tilted your head to look at Jake, wanting to see his reaction to your comment. Jake’s smirk faded a little bit while Rooster chuckled in the background. 

“Sorry Viper, not today. That’s on my schedule for tomorrow though if you were interested.” Jake joked back. At least he was seeing the humor in the situation. After you chugged down your drink you placed some cash under the glass. 

“I don’t want it.” You locked eyes with Jake as you hopped off the bar stool. Your hand collided with his shoulder, patting the firm shape before walking past him. Jake stood there staring blankly forward. Many people had talked to him like this before, Rooster and Phoenix both had long-term issues with him. He couldn’t place why you specifically bothered him so much though. He looked over at Rooster who was sipping his beer. Bradley raised his eyebrows before speaking. 

“Don’t ask me.” Hangman rolled his eyes before turning around to leave the bar. 

The warm air of the night wasn’t as refreshing as you thought it’d be. The sun was starting to set as you walked down the sidewalk, headed towards your rental. Irritation swirled through your mind as you thought about Hangman’s words. Why the fuck did he suddenly decide to apologize? He never wanted to apologize for anything. All you kept reminding yourself was that you were almost home and away from this whole situation for the time being.

As you rounded the corner to your street your home came into view, with it only being the third house on the street. That’s when your thoughts were interrupted by a, sadly, familiar voice. “Hey!” You looked over your shoulder to see Jake trying to catch up to you. You rolled your eyes as you picked up your pace, trying to make it home before he caught up. You shoved your hand into your pocket, grabbing your keys at lightning pace. His footsteps became louder as he got closer. 

“I already said what I had to say.” You griped while unlocking your door. You turned around only to see him right behind you. A sour look took over your face as he eyed you up.

“I didn’t.” 

“I told you I didn’t want to hear it.” The cool air of your home mixed with the outside warmth as you opened your door. You didn’t want to hear what he had to say, but a part of you was nagging to hear it. You walked through the doorway, pausing for a moment before turning around. Jake’s eyes were like emeralds as the sun cascaded on them. The two of you sat there staring for a few moments before you finally spoke again. “It better be a good apology.” 

Hangman nodded, shocking you that he didn’t have something smart to say for once. A woodsy scent filled your nostrils as he walked past you, a soft metallic smell clung to him too. “Shoes off.” Those two words were all you could manage out as you realized you now had Jake in your living space. The situation you were trying to avoid was now in your home. Jake nodded as toed off his shoes. It was rare that you got to see him in civilian clothes, the green flight suit and tan service uniform was all you ever pictured him in. Those outfits always somehow looked flattering on him, which is why his loose t-shirt and jeans looked so nice on him. Were you actually checking him out?

“So,” his voice pulled you back from thoughts, “about earlier today.” 

“What about it?” You questioned as you walked past him, placing your keys on the small hook in the hallway. 

“I’m sorry.” Hangman said, staring at you intently. 

“And? Do you want a cookie for that?” You led him out into your living room, neither of you taking a set. The wrinkles between his eyebrows were a sign of confusion, but you knew irritation would be something to follow soon after. Jake Seresin always got his way, but this time you didn’t care what he wanted. For a moment a part of you wondered why you let him in if you weren’t going to accept his apology. 

“No, I’m trying to be nice.” A soft chuckle passed your lips at his words. “Was that funny?” 

“A little bit.” His face went blank, signaling his irritation was starting to set in. “What?” You started to walk over to him, standing only a few inches from him. “The Hangman says he is trying to be nice. It’s a bit comical.” Jake stared down at you, green orbs burning into your own. “You’ve been an ass the entire time I’ve known you, and now you want me to magically accept an apology? No, I’m good.” 

“Then why did you let me in?” Jake prodded. He stared at you, seeing the orange hue of the sun hit your skin through the window. The room was covered in a cascade of orange. Frustration was starting to boil in him, the longer he stared at you the more frustrated he was getting. But he knew there was something else weaved into that frustration. He watched your eyes flick to his lips then back up. 

There was a slight hesitation from the both of you before it happened. His lips were on yours in a heartbeat, battling for dominance. His hands latched onto your waist, pulling you into him then snaking up your back. The cotton collar of his shirt was bunched into your hands as the kiss continued. Jake’s hands squeezed on your flesh, one hand snaked up your back while the other rested on your waist. 

Adrenaline coursed through the both of you as your make out session continued. The hand on your back moved up to the back of your neck. Jake threaded his fingers into the hair at the base of your head. He tugged your head back, breaking the kiss. “Is this the real reason why you invited me in?” 

“Heh, fuck you.” Jake smirked before smashing your mouth back to his. A clash of teeth and tongue pursued, both of you putting your all into the kiss. One of your hands let go of his shirt and moved up to rest on the back of his neck. The two of you slowly started moving, making your way over to your couch. The two of you collided onto the couch, Hangman sitting up as you climbed into his lap.

Jake’s hand skimmed your waist, slowly lifting up your shirt. Even in the heat of an unbroken kiss, he was still asking for permission. You nodded into the kiss while straddling him, feeling him start to harden against your ass. His hand ghosted up the underneath of your shit, not taking it off quite yet. Jake let out a loud groan when his hand grabbed at your bare chest. You pull back from the kiss as you're grounded your ass, rolling it down on his hips. 

His other hand found its way under your shirt, one hand kneading at your breast while the other kneaded and directed the rolling of your hips. Jake let his head fall back for a moment, focusing on the way you rolled your hips on him. “Holy fuck.” 

Without warning Jake leaned up while grabbing at the bottom hem of your shirt. He lifted it up and you quickly obliged, helping him remove the article of clothing from you. Jake quickly moved forward, kissing at your newly unclothed collarbones and chest. Your hands ran up through his hair as you silently thanked the choice to not wear a bra. One of his arms wrapped around your back and pulled you closer. His tongue flicked one of your nipples before taking it into his mouth. 

“You always go braless?” Hangman smirked as he took your nipple back into his mouth. He let out an intentional moan as you rolled your hips again. The vibrations touched your core as he continued worshiping your breasts. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” The words came out of you like venom. As much as you enjoyed your current situation, the frustration from earlier wouldn’t let up. His hands slid down to your ass, grabbing at it over your bottoms. He started directing your hips in a swirling motion. You leaned back, putting your hands on his knees while you rolled your hips to his rhythm. 

“That green jumpsuit likes to hide the fact you look like a goddess.” The compliment warmed your heart oddly, helping to subside some of your frustration. Jake leaned over to you again to kiss the spot between your breasts. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he peppered your sternum with wet kisses. 

Suddenly he pulled you forward, making you collapse into his chest. A haste took over your mind as your fingertips touched the cotton of his shirt, reminding you that he was still fully clothed. “How about we take your shirt off? Gotta see if you look just as good as you do in the jumpsuit.” 

“Trust me, I do.” Jake grinned as your hands darted for the bottom of his shirt. He helped you remove it, shucking it off and tossing it behind the couch somewhere. An audible moan escaped you as you stared at his chest, the orange glow cascading down it slightly. Fuck, it was almost painful to know that you had been missing out on this mans body. “Like what you see?”

You rolled your eyes at Jake’s comment before you wrapped one arm around your waist. Jake picked you up before setting you down on the couch. You scooted up the couch slightly as Jake positioned himself between your legs. It was now his turn to roll his hips. His, now, fully hard cock pressed hard against your clothed core. The whine that came from you had Hangman grinning from ear to ear. “So much for accepting my apology.” 

“This doesn’t mean I'm accepting it.” You spat back at his words. Irritation scratched at the back of Jake’s mind, why did you have to be so fucking stubborn? He smashed his lips into yours again while rolling his hips into yours. One of his hands had a death grip on your hip. The other was near your head, his elbow propping him up above you. The hand on your hip moved to your thigh, hiking it up on his waist. 

Both of your arms were wrapped around his neck, one of your hands trying to hold onto his back. Neither of you were fully nude but everything felt dirty. Who knew that thee Jake Seresin could be this sinful? You broke the kiss by rolling your head back, giving him an invitation to attack your neck. But instead of taking the bait Jake sat up, leaving you cold against the couch cushions. 

Jake rested his hands on the top of your pants, fingers tugging at the belt loops of your pants. For a moment you saw him, the soft Jake that Rooster told you about once. The Jake that actually cared about what other people thought about him. His eyes flicked from your eyes to your waist and back up. “Is this okay?” 

Your hands trailed down to rest on top of his. Then you went to the button of your pants, undoing it then the zipper. “I didn’t invite you in for an apology.” You sat up slightly, putting a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him closer to you. “Jake, fuck me.” 

All you heard was a heavy breath before he smashed his lips into yours. His thumbs hooked into the waist of your pants, messily trying to get them off. You lifted your ass as he pulled them down your legs, helping him as much as possible without breaking the kiss. He made quick work of your panties too before he settled on his knees. He started to trail kisses down your neck and chest while his hand drifted to the apex of your thighs. His finger slipped between your folds easily, wetness gathering on his digits quickly. 

“Is this what I do to you all the time?” Jake whispered against one of your breasts. You let out a moan as he slipped a finger inside of you and he latched onto your breast. He swirled his tongue around your nipple, flicking the wet muscle against it every now and then. His middle finger pushed in and out of your cunt, slowly driving you crazy. 

“Hangman, please.” Hearing his call sign oddly made his cock twitch. It had to be the context, right? Maybe your comment about his ego wasn’t too far off. He decided it was something he probably shouldn’t feed into, at least not right now. 

“You can use my name.” 

“What if I don’t want to?” Guess he was going to have to explore it. 

He added another finger while starting to travel further down your body.Your fingers dug into his scalp as his lips pressed against your pubic bone. All Jake could now focus on was how tight you were squeezing his fingers, making him wish it was his cock inside of you. Jake used his other hand to part your folds before lapping at your clit. 

You weren’t sure how much longer you could last with his tongue flicking on your clit. His fingers felt so good inside of you, prodding at the sensitive area inside of you. It sent waves of pleasure to your nerve ending, preparing you for what was about to come. Within mere moments and another flick of Hangman’s tongue you were coming. His call sign was all you could say, making him wish he was balls deep inside of you already. His fingers kept working you while he lapped at your clit. Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging his mouth away from you. 

Jake let out a groan when you pulled him up into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. He removed his fingers from you and brought them up to your lips. You took them both into your mouth before one of your hands moved to the front of his pants. The thick outline of his cock made your insides flutter. With one hand you undid the button to his pants, slipping your hand inside of his boxers. 

A simple ‘fuck’ was all Jake was able to get out once he felt your hand wrap around his cock. The soft feeling of your palm and fingers stroking him made him rest his head on your chest. His hips had started rocking into your hand, craving more. He quickly gripped your hand and pulled it out of his pants. He pushed you back against the couch while barely pushing his pants and boxers off his ass. 

Another make out session had started when you felt the head of his cock slide between your wet folds. It brushed against your clit, sending shivers of pleasure through you. You arched your back, pressing your tits up into Jake’s chest. The skin to skin contact felt heavenly. You felt his cock press into your entrance. A gasp escaped you as he sunk deeper into you. The feeling of being split open was all you could then of until he was settled inside of you. 

“How are you still this tight?” Jake whispered. He pulled his hips back slightly before pushing in again. Jake sat up a little bit to watch you. Your back was arched and mouth agape. As he started to thrust into you a string of moans started to emanate from you.  

“Fuck, Hangman!” You reached out to touch him, your hand brushing against his chest while the other gripped the side of the couch. It had been months, maybe a little over a year since you had anyone see you like this. Let alone thinking Jake would ever see you like this. Jake grabbed both of your wrists and leaned over you, pinning them to the arm of the couch above you. 

“That feel good? Like when I fuck you?” Jake spat with heavy breaths in between his words. You nodded fervently, moaning loudly. Your hips rolled into his thrusts while you wrapped them around his waist. Hangman kept fucking into you, each thrust harder than the last. The head of his cock was slamming directly into that sensitive bundle inside of you. Your walls kept quivering around him, squeezing him abruptly before relaxing for a few seconds.

Without warning you suddenly felt empty, Jake had pulled out of you. You went to speak before he let go of your wrists and grabbed your hips. “You have to fucking ride me. That’s the only way this is ending.” 

Jake pushed his pants and boxers lower down his legs, the articles of clothing settling around his ankles. A smirk tugged at your lips as you sat up, pushing him back against the couch as you climbed into his lap. You grabbed his cock and guided it back inside of you as you settled into his lap. The both of you moaned in unison as he bottomed out inside you, filling you up to the brink once more. “I fucking hate you.” It was the only thing you could think of to say as you started to ride him. His hands landed on your hips, helping to guide them on his cock. 

“I have a hard time believing that, sweetheart.” The two of you continued to moan and groan as you rode him. A sharp smack cut through the air, followed by a gasp. You let out a moan when Jake spanked you again, your movements becoming quicker. The rough grasp of his hands on your ass was intoxicating. You leaned back, planting your hands on his knees as you rode him. Jake let out a loud groan as he watched you, putting everything on display to him. 

The view of his cock easily sliding in and out of you was maddening. His hands skated from your ass up to your waist, one of them trailing up your chest to your breasts. A moan escaped you when he rolled one of your nipples between his thumb and finger. You let your head fall back as the burning in your thighs started to become too much to ignore. 

“I got you darlin’.” Jake leaned up and snaked his hands up and around your back. Your chest was now pressed flush against his own. Your hands moved to his neck and shoulders, holding on as he started to fuck up into you. A string of moans fell from your lips as he watched your face contort with pleasure. 

“Fuck, Jake!” Hearing his name in between your moans made his thrust hard. He could feel you getting closer, your insides clenching around him tightly. Lips latched onto your jawline as you felt your climax creeping closer with every thrust. 

“That’s it, let go. Give it to me.” Jake whispered while nipping at your jaw and neck. His thrusts didn’t let up as you tumbled over the edge. Your walls fluttered around him as a white hot pleasure seared your body. The head of his cock kept pressing into that sensitive spot inside of you. 

One of his hands moved between the two of you, his thumb pressing on your clit. A choked sound came from you as he started rubbing your clit, trying to get you to come at least one more time. The pleasure from your current orgasm was intensified as Jake rubbed your clit. Your legs started to quiver as he thrusted into you. Somehow, another orgasm was already creeping up onto you. “Jake! I-”

“Come on, I know you can.” Jake’s words were almost like a challenge. A nod was all you gave before your moans became borderline screams. Jake’s thrust immediately started to get sloppy, your walls becoming impossibly tight around him. “I’m gonna come. Do you-”

“You better not pull out now, Seresin.” Jake groaned while you gave him permission to cum inside of you. The grip on your body tightened as his orgasm arrived, his cocking twitching inside of you. You haphazardly tried to roll your hips, milking him of everything he had. 

Both of your movements settled as Jake leaned into the couch, you leaning into his chest. His hand drifted up and down your back, tracing small patterns. The sun had disappeared by now, a darkness surrounding the both of you. Jake tilted his head, looking at your face resting on his shoulder. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple, making you stir and sit up in his lap. Your hands rested on his pecs while you sat there. 

“Hmm?” Jake hummed as he started to feel himself soften inside of you.

A soft smile drifted to your lips as you stared at him. An irritation pricked at the back of your mind, but you pushed it aside. An odd fondness swelled in your chest as you looked at him like this. The side of Jake nobody ever got to see. His fingers trailed up your thigh, swirling little circles on your hips. 

“I- I just didn’t really picture this.” Gesturing between the two of you. Jake let out a small chuckle with a nod. 

“You’re telling me.” Jake let out a heavy breath when you lifted up, his now flaccid cock pulling out of you. It felt weird being empty now. You felt his cum start to fall out of you, making you move for the bathroom. The light of the bathroom illuminated the hallway because you didn’t bother closing the door. Jake rested back against the couch before getting up to join you in the bathroom. 

A soft knock on the frame of the door caught your attention. You looked up to see a fully nude Jake Seresin. A heat filled your cheeks for some reason, seeing him so natural made your heart flutter. “Washcloths are underneath the sink.” Jake smiled before grabbing on, wetting it with warm water. You sat there on the toilet for only a few more moments, watching him clean himself. 

The two of you made your way back to the living room. Jake started to fish for his clothing, finding his boxers and slipping them back on. The both of you sat on the couch in silence for a moment before Jake spoke up. “I’m assuming this stays a secret.” He looked at you, waiting for your reply. He assumed the answer would be yes but a part of him begged it wouldn’t be. 

“I don’t know, Jake.” His hand rested on your bare thigh, which you covered with your own. The two of you looked at each other, a small laugh came from the both of you. You shifted closer to him, resetting your head on his shoulder. 

“I get it if you don’t want others to know.” Jake understood that he wasn’t the most liked person out of their cohort. It didn’t really bother him but he didn’t want you to get shit for it.

“I’d never hear the end of it.” You whispered into his skin as you placed a small kiss on his shoulder. “But I don’t want to think about that right now.” You took his hand in yours and brought it up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. “You can stay the night, if you’d like.” 

“That good, huh?” He snickered while looking at you. 

You stood up and gathered your shirt and underwear, slipping back into them quickly. Jake smiled as he watched you. He started following you down the hallways as soon as you gestured. “Don’t press your luck.” 

“More than I already have?” Jake snickered as he caught up to you. His arms wrapped around your waist, his lips peppering your neck. You wrapped your arms over his while turning your head to meet his lips. It was a soft kiss he gave you. A smile covered your lips afterwards as warmth swelled inside of you. 

“Fuck you.”

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Requested: Can I get either a Bradshaw!reader or Mitchell!reader x Robert 'Bob' Floyd fic where the reader dated Jake before she ever met Bob, so when she meets the Dagger Squad as Bob's girl, it's the first time she's seen Jake since they broke up? Reader would be engaged or married to Bob and her and Jake would have ended on really bad terms. If this isn't up your alley and/or makes you uncomfortable feel free to ignore this request. Lots of love regardless! 🥰🥰🥰

Pairing: Bob x Bradshaw!Reader, Past jake Seresin x reader

When bob first got called back to top gun you panicked. Not only was your husband called back but so was your brother and the closest thing you ever had to a father. You stressed everyday, hoping they would be safe and sound.

Two and a half weeks later when the mission was successful and bob had thankfully made it home safe and sound, he called you to let you know that the dagger squad was being made permanent and he would be coming home to help you pack up your house and move you both down to San Diego. Nothing sounded better than living near everyone you considered your family. In a whirlwind you two had packed up the house, put it on the market to sell and made an offer on a new house.

It didn't take long to sell your old home thankfully, and you two found a perfect home five minutes from the beach and close to work for bob. It all seemed like everything was falling perfectly into place.

Letting out a dreamy sigh as you look around the open floor plan for the home you just got the keys too, your husband turns to look at you.

"everything okay dear?" you can't help the grin you let shine on your face when you turn to look at your husband's concern.

"Everything is perfect." He gives you a soft smile and kiss on the forehead then continues voicing his thoughts on where you should hang the tv for least amount of glare during the day.

You listen to him rant about where he wants to put the couch and how he wants to hang your wedding photos, giving an occasional hum of agreement.

"oh and also I want you to meet my squad" this causes you to raise an eyebrow. Usually over protective bob keeps you away from the dirtbags in the airforce he's typically assigned to deal with. You didn't question that too much, because you have upfront experience with how most air force men are.

"you do?"

"Yeah- these guys- they're different and I want them to meet the most important person in my life"

"awe, of course I wanna meet them honey and I'm glad you are finally part of a team that aren't just egotistical assholes- though I know how Bradley can be" He laughs at your joke, but he knows how excited you really are at being able to live near everyone. Too often the navy drags people away from the ones they love, so you are both grateful for the chance that it brought you all together.

It's about six days later- after everything is unpacked and settled that you are meeting the rest of the dagger squad. Say what you want but bob is nothing but efficient when unpacking- and bossing maverick and Bradley around for help.

When you arrive at the beach- you are delighted to see Penny and Maverick rekindling their love. However, before you make it over to them Bradley rushes over.

"I have something I need to tell you and I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but I didn't think you would come and-"

"What is it?" you furrow your brow trying to look over your brothers shoulder. Bob looks just as confused as you do unsure as to what is making rooster so frazzled.

"Jake is here."

This confuses bob even further- because of course Jake is here?

"w-what" It feels like you take a shot of icy hot. both heat and freezing cold rushes through your veins.

"Does someone wanna clue me in?" You swallow and look up at your sweet husband- living proof that the sweet soft genuine love you always wanted does exist and you have it.

"Well- about 5 years ago, Jake and I were engaged..."

---Flashback---

It's late on a Friday night and you and your fiance Jake are laughing at an inside joke you two have. Your heart has never felt so full. You're both ignoring whatever movie you had turned on in the background- enjoying the night together instead.

In fact you remember spending the whole weekend like this- so wrapped up in each other- so in love that nothing else mattered. Laughter echo's the walls in your shared apartment.

That Sunday night- you giggled as he traced each of your features. Adamant that he would be able to memorize every piece of you, mind body and soul.

You just laughed at him and told him you'd be there for him to study every night. You didn't focus on his smile not reaching his eyes, nor the shaky breathe he let out.

You went to bed after a weekend that felt like a dream- a montage in a movie really.

And you woke up to a note on his empty bedside table saying I'm sorry- with his silver ring sitting on top.

-----

Bob knew the story- he knew everything about you and your past. Losing your father, losing your fiance and every other thing your brain would ever think of telling him.

He just didn't know that Jake was the ex fiance.

"I think I need a minute" Is all bob said- rubbing his hands down his face as he turns in the opposite direction for a walk.

"bob wait-" he turns and you can see the worry on his face- all his anxieties displayed right there.

"Honey- It'll be okay I just need a minute to process I promise"

and you understood- of course you did. If roles were reversed you don't know how okay you would be coming face to face with bob having an ex fiance and then it turning out to be someone that you would see everyday.

So you heave a sign and turn back to face rooster. Only he's twenty feet further away then you expected and he's blocking one very frantic Jake Seresin.

"Bradshaw just let me talk to her" You could see Bradley shake his head, but honestly you needed to clear the air. Hell you were married and happy- you've moved on.

"Bradley it's okay" your brother tenses his shoulders. You watch him tell Jake to stay put for one minute and he comes over to you.

"Are you sure? because if you're not sure or not ready to deal with all of this then say the word and we will go home and you can meet everyone another night" You laugh at his over protective big brother tone and shake your head.

"Bradley it was five years ago- I'm happily married I don't need to eat ice cream and cry about the past." you watch his serious face and he nods more than necessary

"Okay okay, but I will be right there and you just holler if you want me to kick his ass, I never got to the first time so" You just shove him away and watch as he does the I'm watching you signal to Jake.

You watch as Jake makes his way over to you, stopping with about three feet between you. The silence stretches for a minute, and he clears his throat.

"I- um Hi"

"hello" and you don't give anything more than that- the way you see it, you were ready to share every part of you for life with him and he threw it away. You don't owe him any more of you. You watch him- seeing the struggle in his green eyes you once knew so well. The ones you had nightmares about after he left. You watch as he heaves a sigh and tugs on his blond strands.

"I- I know words will never explain or show how truly sorry I am for how I treated you back then- for how I.... For how I ended things between us, I just want to say I'm so sorry. Genuinely I am so sorry and everyday I wake up and for a blissful three seconds I forget every stupid mistake I ever made and think I get to roll over and see your face but I never do..." His words shock you a little more than you thought they would. You never expected him to regret when he walked out that night. You figured he was a navy man through and through and navy men alway choose their jets over everything else.

You know that's not fair- that bob would choose you everyday of the week, but you watched it all your life. Jake knew that you watched Maverick choose his jet over ever settling down, you watched Bradley do the same, and then when Jake of all people did it to you- you never thought you would be able to mend that heartbreak.

The Irony of it was not only did you heal, you still chose a navy man who was in jets everyday.

When you first met bob you were smitten- so was he. However when you found out what he did and he watched your face turn sour- he thought he would never have a chance with you. He watched you distance yourself from him and bob was never good with confrontation so when he showed up drunk at your door asking why you suddenly didn't want him after you made him fall in love with you- you spilled everything.

Here the very reason that bob drunkely confessed to being in love with you stands before you and you can't help the heartache that surges through you. Not because your unhappy now- or that you would even change anything.

No the heartache surges through you because Jake looks lost. Like he left himself in your apartment that night and you left him there too when you moved places and moved on.

"Look Jake, did I hate you for a long time for what you did? Yes, but I've moved on, for so long I wanted this day to come- this apology to spill out of your mouth. Thinking someway the words would heal all the hurt you caused, and it doesn't. The hurt still happened, the pain is still a memory for me, but it grows more distant everyday and I'm really grateful. Jake as much as I loved you- I deserve someone that would choose me even when it's hard."

you watch as he swallows hard, nodding his head. You see the exact moment his eyes land on your left hand, the furrow in his brow and he takes in the shining diamond sitting delicately on your left hand. You see the shaky exhale he lets out.

"you found that then?" it's phrased as a question but you know it's more of a statement.

"yes, I found that" he nods and he looks everywhere but you.

"In another life... I would do things differently"

"I know" and you do, you can see his regret all over his face, you can see the heartache in his eyes- the same heartache that stared back at you in the mirror for months on end. You also know he will be okay, that he will heal and move on just like you did. You step closer, and rest your hand on his shoulder.

"things work out Jake, you'll be okay" and with that you step away, and make your way towards the rest of the group.

----

It takes bob a while to join the group again, and it has you worried. You never would've thought bob would be so hurt by this when he knew the story.

So when he joins the group in dog fight football but doesn't greet you know something isn't right. You try and let it going knowing when he is ready you two will talk but as the night progresses and he continues to ignore you, you start to get frustrated.

It's nearing the end of the day- bob just help score the last goal and his team won, the boys lift him up and start chanting his name which makes you grin.

They finally all make their way back over to you and Penny- who has been a great soundboard for how stressful today has been for you.

"That was great honey" you send bob a sweet smile- hoping that playing whatever insane version of football that was helped get his frustrations out.

"thanks." and he turns to talk to Phoenix. Penny shoots you a glance and you just sigh.

When everyone moves inside the bar to keep the party going, you make your rounds in getting to know everyone now that they aren't running around like maniacs.

However, during this bob strategically always seems to be on the opposite end of the bar from you. When it reaches a point that you are socially drained and talked to everyone you move to the bar, and sit by yourself nursing whatever drink penny concocted for you.

You're starting to get tired but whenever you try to get bobs attention he turns his body another direction. It reached a point where you are so frustrated that you call an uber.

"penny I'm gonna head- If bob asks I got an uber home" her eyebrows shoot up in surprise but she agrees to pass on the information, and watches you leave.

---

Now bob might've been mad- not really at you and he knows that. God he knows that, but he's so mad because he didn't realize jake was the Jake and he's mad at himself because he feels so insecure. How could you want someone like bob over someone like Jake.

He's really mad because he's scared. He is so in love with you, but what if you want jake back? What if you want to leave him now because your real love, your first love was never really bob?

What does he do when every time he looks at you, he sees you saying your leaving him, that you're sorry but it was never him and it never will be?

So when he turns around because he has been checking on you every five minutes- he has a timer on his watch so he doesn't do it too often and your gone he panics.

His eyes frantically search the bar- and he hates that when his eyes land on jake standing with coyote he's relieved that you aren't right there.

He searches the bar high and low, and still nothing. He waits, because maybe you just went to the bathroom but when ten minutes have passed and he realizes that is unlikely he anxiously makes his way to penny.

"penny where is she" and penny doesn't even have to look up to know it's bob asking about you.

"she went home"

"home- but- I drove"

"she took and uber" he swallows hard at that. Thinking of every time he saw an article about a woman getting attacked in an uber- You were alone out there with some stranger all because bob couldn't get his shit together.

So he hightails it out of there, and he drives home maybe a little quicker than he should. He gets home and all he sees is the light you left on in the entry way when you left, and he panics even more- where are you?

He rushes to your room, feeling like he is going to vomit up his own heart any second now. He sees the bathroom light on to your shared bathroom and the rush of relief cools his veins like he just got a cold glass of water in the Sahara.

He flings the bathroom door open and sees you jump as you wash your face.

"god bob you scared me" you mutter, trying to rid the soapy bubbles from your face.

"I am so so sorry honey" this causes you to look at him through the mirror.

"for scaring me or ignoring me today." your statement isn't angry, just blunt.

"both... god I'm sorry I was an ass today"

"yeah you were, care to explain?" you watch and he swallows.

"I'm so sorry darling, I was just so gutted with fear when I realized that Jake was your Jake and I realized maybe--- maybe you would want to leave me and take him back and god why wouldn't you he looks way better than me and then i go and treat you like shit on top of it, makes it an easy choice doesn't it and-"

"bob" you cut him off from his rant.

"I do not want to get back with Jake. I married you because I love you, with my whole soul, you make me laugh and you make so so very happy, even my best days with Jake don't compare to how happy I am with you every day." you watch his shoulder sag in relief. You make your way towards him, and pull him in close for a hug.

"I never want to hear you say that you aren't attractive, honey you are the most attractive man I have ever met, physically, emotionally, and in every other way imaginable." you hope he can see all the love you have for him shining in your eyes.

He hugs you back and squeezes like he really thought you might disappear on him and that breaks your heart more than anything else ever could.

"when I said I do honey, it's because I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life, nobody else. I love you more than anything or anyone else in the world and that will never change."

"I love you so much darling, I am so sorry I was stupid.... Please never uber anywhere again though they are so dangerous and I would've given you a ride" and you laugh at his antics because even clouded in his own insecurity and heartache he was worried about your safety.

Maybe that's why it was always meant to be bob, not anyone else. Bob may have bad days just like everyone else but above all else he cares so much it just scares him. You needed someone like bob to care for you after losing so much and he needed someone like you to choose him and soothe his worries away when they get to be too loud.

"it could never be anyone else"

you repeat the words a million times that night, and when you think about it, even the best weekend you ever had with Jake doesn't compare to everyday you have with Bob. It really could never have been anyone else.

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We Used To Be In Love (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part one

Yes, you read that right. Part one. This is another mini-series. Help me. I’m a sucker for the “didn’t know he was a father” trope, soooooo I decided to write it. This is a request from the lovely @ive-got-more-wit​ that I ran wild with <3

Summary: You and Jake were high school sweethearts, on track to get married and have a family. When Jake left for basic training for the Navy, he decided you had to be left behind. What neither of you knew was that he left two behind, not just one.

Warnings: arguing, angst, abortion is alluded to (reminder that i am/my blog is vehemently pro-choice :)), and one mention of God (bc if his family is from Texas, you can guarantee they’re Christian)

WC: 4.5k

Jake “Hangman” Seresin wasn’t always like this.

He wasn’t always a cocky, arrogant, playboy flirt with zero shame in leaving before the sun rose. He wasn’t always a 10-foot wall of confidence no matter who he was talking to.

Before he was Hangman, he was just Jake. Or J, depending on whether or not he had irritated you that day.

He was your high school sweetheart. He was your best friend since sixth grade. He was the boy everyone swore you’d marry. He was the boy who told you he was going to marry you.

Until he wasn’t anymore.

Jake had been in ROTC at your high school. Every generation of his family has been in the Navy, so it was no surprise when he joined the NROTC your freshman year. They didn’t normally let freshmen in, but given his family’s history, they made an exception. As always.

You loved it. You got to see him in uniform every Wednesday. You ate it up. As did everyone else, but you loved that, too. What girl didn’t love to see a boy in uniform? You saw the way their eyes would light up, the way their cheeks would flush when he’d saunter past. You loved that they gushed to you about him, about how lucky you were, because he’s all yours.

You went to the Navy Ball with him every year. And he came to prom with you. You were prom king and queen both years. You were in love, and everyone knew it. Jake made sure everyone knew. He talked about you all the time. His friends in NROTC were practically your brothers.

Everything seemed so simple. So easy. Perfectly laid out. You had your life practically decided. Or so you thought.

On one annoyingly-sunny June afternoon, Jake left.

He left and told you that you couldn’t come with him in any capacity, but that the two of you could still be friends. You didn’t know what to do with that. Because you were never just friends with Jake. It was always something more, even before either of you knew what that meant.

So, you told him no. You couldn’t be just friends. You didn’t know how.

He said you were being ridiculous. “What do you mean, you don’t know how? It’s what we’ve been doing this entire time!”

“Oh, so we’ve been friends this entire time, huh? Just friends?”

“Yes?”

“Unbelievable, Jake. Unbelievable.”

That was the last word you ever said to him. Unbelievable.

And, interestingly enough, it’s the exact word you say when you see him in person for the first time in thirteen years.

+++

You and your daughter, Belle, make the quick drive over to Penny’s bar, The Hard Deck, surprisingly on time for the party.

Penny and Maverick finally got over themselves and tied the knot, privately, with only Amelia, Rooster, you, and your daughter present. That was a few days ago, and today is their official “reception” of sorts to celebrate with everyone before they take off on their honeymoon, leaving Amelia with you -- which your daughter doesn’t know about just yet.

Belle is just excited because it’s an entire day to hang out with Amelia, as if the two of them aren’t attached at the hip already. Granted, it has been a little while, because for the past three weeks, you’ve been in Texas visiting family. You always try to spend a few weeks out of the summer with them since you moved out to California.

Penny told you all about everything you missed, including a whole gaggle of attractive aviators. You told her not to worry, you’re not on the market. She laughed, per usual.

It’s not that you’re not on the market, it’s more that no one on the market wants you. You’re only thirty-one years old, and you have a thirteen year old daughter. After some quick math, suddenly guys are not that interested in you anymore.

It used to bother you, but after you got used to it, you stopped looking. With your daughter getting older and entering high school, you need to focus more on that and her, anyway.

Penny has been an incredible help. She’s older than you, but Amelia and your daughter are the same age, so dual hang out sessions have been your saving grace.

Technically, you knew Maverick before you knew Penny, but that’s only because your dad flew with him a handful of times. You’re much closer with Penny, so when you heard about their little connection, you nearly lost it. The world is so small, you said. Now, though, you couldn’t be happier for them.

There are more cars than you expected outside The Hard Deck, but you suppose you should’ve expected that. Penny is popular in this town, always has been.

When you moved here, it was because your dad was stationed here for a while. He said it would be good for you and Belle to get some fresh air somewhere else. He knew you didn’t like the idea of moving, so he got you to think of it as a vacation.

Well, after the “vacation” was over, Belle didn’t want to leave. She became best friends with Amelia almost as quickly as you became friends with Penny. Penny needed help at the bar, so she gave you a job, and she also didn’t want you to leave.

Everything was so simple again. So, you stayed, and it’s where you’ve been for a few years now.

Once you park, Belle hops out and says, “See you later, mom!” as she takes off toward the beach where Amelia no doubt is already.

“Put sunscreen on!” you call after her, knowing Penny has some on the deck out there. Belle puts a thumbs up in the air. “Thank you!” you shout.

You grab the small gift bag from the passenger seat and head into The Hard Deck, which is, as you suspected, already packed.

It’s a bit of a task to find Penny, but the gifts are all on a table to the right of the door, so you drop the bag off first. Penny grins when she sees you, wrapping you in a bear hug.

“There she is,” you hear Maverick say. You open your arms and bring him into the hug, too.

“Where’s Belle?” Penny asks.

“Where’s Amelia?” you counter with a laugh.

Penny nods, “Right, how could I forget?” She glances out the window and of course, they’re on the sand, doing cartwheels. “Those two never get tired of one another.”

“Reminds me of someone,” you tease, poking her arm. “How’s it been? What have I missed?”

“Oh, nothing,” Penny waves her hand. “Some of Mav’s buddies got here, so he’s been-- Yes, I know, go see them,” she laughs as Maverick goes back to the group of aviators. “See what I mean?”

“Mhm, I see,” you chuckle, seeing Mav get yanked into a few hugs.

You look around at all of their faces, wondering who exactly is here and if you’ll recognize them. To your complete and utter horror, you do. You recognize one of them.

Jake Seresin.

“Unbelievable,” you mutter, immediately averting your eyes.

“What?” Penny asks, eyebrows furrowed like she didn’t quite hear you.

You grab her arm and tug her further away from them, back up toward the front where the gift table is. You debate stepping outside entirely, but this isn’t that serious. You think.

Well, it’s kind of serious. Your high school sweetheart, father of your child, man you swore you’d marry who you haven’t seen in a decade and a half is now standing in the fucking bar, hugging Maverick like an old friend.

Fuck.

“You didn’t tell me Jake was coming.”

“Who?” Penny questions, lowering her voice. “What are you talking about?”

“Dirty-blond hair, smiles like an asshole,” you describe him, hating how much effort it takes you to pull your eyes away from him.

“Oh, Hangman,” she replies.

You give her a strange look. “Who?”

“Wait.” Penny pauses, mortified, because she’s heard all about Jake from your past. She knows the truth. She knows Jake. “No.”

“Uh, yeah,” you reply. “The world cannot be this small. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What are we talking about?” Maverick asks, walking into the conversation at the worst time. He has a bad habit of doing that to you and Penny, but you know when he saw you pull her away, he thought something bad was happening -- or had already happened.

“Nothing,” you and Penny say at the same time, earning two raised eyebrows from Maverick. Suspicious motherfucker.

“Nothing,” you repeat firmly. “Hangman is an old friend of mine. Just didn’t know Penny knew him. Or that you did. You know.”

“Okay…” Maverick eyes you both weirdly. “So…would you like me to introduce you to them or…?”

“Sure,” you smile. “Why not.”

“Alright,” Mav grins, completely oblivious to the look Penny is giving you.

Penny walks with you and Maverick over to the group of aviators crowding around the pool table. None of them are playing, the pool sticks are leaned against the wall.

“Aviators,” Maverick says loudly, gaining their attention quicker than you expect. “More introductions are in order. This is Y/N. Y/N, these are aviators Coyote, Phoenix, Rooster -- who you know -- Bob, Payback, Fanboy, and Hangman -- who you also know, apparently.”

You could kill Maverick with your bare hands just for that last comment. “Thanks,” you mutter, flashing a smile at the pilots. “Nice to meet you guys.”

Rooster comes over and wraps you in a big hug, as usual. He’s practically become your brother this past week. “How’re you doing?” he asks after letting go of you.

“Pretty good,” you breathe. “Just getting ready to have a house full of teenagers.”

“It’ll be a riot,” Rooster chuckles. “Where’d she run off to?”

“Where do you think?” Penny pipes in, gesturing down to the beach. Amelia and Belle are tossing a frisbee back and forth, kind of. They keep taking long pauses to talk and laugh, and neither of them are that great at frisbee either, but in their defense, it is windy by the shore.

“The little rascal ran right by me,” Rooster says. “Ah, I’ll leave her be. I’ll get her later.”

“Better get her before she finds you first,” you laugh.

Belle’s favorite thing is to sneak up behind Rooster and jump on his back. Thank god he’s as strong as he is, because she nearly knocks you over when she does it to you. Now she has Rooster to jump on, though, which has saved your spine.

“Hm, good idea,” Rooster grins, making his way to the door, getting ready to chase the two girls down the beach.

The other aviators have gone back to talking amongst themselves and Maverick, but Hangman is staring off into space.

Well, to be more specific, he’s staring out the window. At the beach. At Belle.

Nausea settles into your bones, dreading what will eventually come next. It’s only a matter of time before he connects the dots. He’s not an idiot. Her age is probably his first clue, but her name damn well is the biggest. If he remembers, which you aren’t sure if he does, but that could be your anger talking.

One aviator sidles up next to you, nudging your arm. “So. How do you and Hangman know each other?” You think this is Coyote.

“Just old friends, that’s all,” you shrug. “I knew him as Jake, anyway. Not Hangman.”

“Ooh, first name basis, not call sign,” Coyote whistles. “Ayo, Hangman!”

Jake turns his head, his eyebrows furrowed, and a bewildered look in his eyes. It looks like fifty different emotions are conflicting on his face. “What?”

“You gonna tell us about your old friend?”

“Yeah,” Fanboy chimes. “Old flame?”

Phoenix punches Fanboy’s shoulder. “Quit it.”

“We’re just curious!” Payback jumps in.

“Are you from Texas?” Bob asks. He’s much quieter than the rest, and genuinely curious. The others are clearly trying to get a rise out of Hangman, but he looks too confused.

“I am,” you nod. “Born and raised in Austin.”

“Ho-ly shit,” Payback laughs. “Even better. Childhood friend!”

You can’t help but smile. They’re a rowdy bunch, and it’s infectious. “Mhm.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Rooster racing after Belle and Amelia. You excuse yourself to take a video purely for your own entertainment, and to send to your family back in Texas.

You step out onto the back deck, filming a quick video while laughing as the girls outrun Rooster. You’re not sure if he runs slower just for them, or if they’re genuinely that quick.

You hear the deck creak as someone stands on it behind you. You know it’s Jake. Your body will forever know him in a way that you’ll never know anyone else. It’s like a sixth sense.

You end the video and put your phone away, but you don’t turn around. Instead, you cross your arms over your chest and wait.

But you’re impatient. You always have been.

“Well,” you say, still facing the beach. “Are you going to stand there all silent or are you going to say something?”

Jake clears his throat, obviously nervous. “Hi,” he says.

You laugh. “Seriously?” You turn around this time, and he looks like he’s seen a ghost. “Hi? Is that it?”

He immediately gets defensive. He always did. “What do you want me to say?”

“Maybe you could start with I’m sorry,” you deadpan, turning back around. Maybe talking to him is a bad idea. Maybe you should tell him to leave you alone. But you can’t do that.

“I’m sorry,” he says, but you can’t tell if it’s genuine or if he’s just saying it to please you.

“Thanks,” you reply with just as much emotion.

He steps forward, putting his feet even with yours. He’s staring again, definitely at Belle.

“Stop staring,” you scold him.

“Is she mine?” he blurts, under his breath, raspy, like he doesn’t even want to ask.

You don’t answer. You chew on the inside of your cheek.

“Y/N,” he says, turning his body toward you. “Is she mine?”

Nothing.

“Answer me,” he hisses, reaching for your arm.

You step away from him before he can touch you, like the mere thought burns your skin. “Keep your voice down. If you want to talk, we can, but not here. I don’t want her to see me arguing with you.”

“Who says we’re arguing?”

“That’s all we’re going to do,” you reply, just as cold. “That’s all you’re capable of doing, Hangman.”

He takes a step back like you’ve slapped him across the face. You might as well have. You’d love to, but you won’t. You’re a better person than that, but fuck.

“Fine,” you mutter. “Come on.”

You head back into the bar, not looking behind you to see if he’s following. You hear the aviators muttering, so he must be. You shove the front door open, not holding it for him. His palm smacks against it as he exits the bar.

The gravel crunches under your feet as you stomp toward your car.

“Is she mine?” he says again, demanding an answer. “Fuck, how old is she? Y/N!”

“She’s thirteen!” you yell, turning around to look him in the face as you say this. As you make your confession. “And yes, she’s yours, if you’re so damn determined to keep a fucking score.”

“You know damn well that’s not what I’m doing,” he says. “Thirteen? Were you fucking pregnant--”

“When you left me? When you told me we could be just friends after telling me you’d marry me? Yes, Jake, I was fucking pregnant with your child. Is that what you wanted to hear?” Your throat hurts from screaming. He’s staring at you, dumbfounded. “For the record, because I know you’ll ask, I didn’t know. I didn’t know until I was three months. You were long gone by then.”

You can see him trying to calculate the timing in his head. “So you-- Why didn’t you tell me?”

Now that makes you laugh. Loudly. Like you’ve gone hysterical. “Seriously?” you nearly start crying. “Tell you? After you told me you wanted nothing to do with me?”

“I never said that--”

“You didn’t have to,” you reply, wiping a stray tear. Maybe they’re hysterical tears, or sad ones, or angry ones, you don’t know. “No, I didn’t tell you. I didn’t even think I’d keep her until I heard her heartbeat. But seriously, Jake, I hated you, and you think I should’ve told you about her? Oh yeah, it’s Y/N, your just friend, and also now the mother of your child! Congrats, you’re a dad!”

“That’s exactly what you should’ve done!”

“Oh, give me a fucking break,” you scoff. “I was eighteen.”

“So was I!”

“Exactly!” you yell, throwing your hands in the air. “You were joining the Navy! I wasn’t going to ask you to throw that away, no matter how much I hated you.”

“I wouldn’t have thrown it away--”

“Exactly,” you say. “You still just wouldn’t have been around. My mom is still friends with yours, you know. I’ve heard all about your deployments, where you’ve fought, what awards you’ve won.” His face softens. He must not have known that. “You would’ve just been distracted by having a daughter at home, and trying to repair our relationship which you clearly didn’t want to fix. Not telling you was the best course of action.”

“Was it really?” he asks, but he doesn’t sound angry now. He sounds heartbroken. “Were you ever going to tell me about her?”

“Eventually,” you say, but he just gives you a look of disbelief. “I mean that, Jake, I was going to. Eventually.”

“How long is eventually?”

“When she turned eighteen, probably.”

Just like that, the anger is back. “Seriously?” he swears. “Five more years? Then what?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to risk telling you about her before then and starting a whole debate on custody and child support and--”

“Do you really think I’d do all of that?”

“I don’t know who you are anymore!” you sobbed, and it’s then that you see the anger completely dissipate from his face. “Fuck, Jake, I just. Don’t lecture me on this. Be mad at me, or whatever it is you’re feeling, but I’m done arguing about it. You have no idea what it’s been like, so don’t-- Don’t. Just don’t. Okay?” You sniffle, wiping your cheeks without looking at him.

“Okay,” he says quietly, surprising you. “Okay, honey, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do that either,” you shake your head, too many angry tears falling now to catch them. “Don’t act sorry. And I’m not your honey anymore. I haven’t been in a long time.”

“Y/N--”

“Can you just go?” you ask, but it sounds more like a plea. “I need a few moments alone. Please.”

“Okay,” he says, immediately backing off. He leaves you alone without another word, heading back into the bar.

You walk around your car so it’s blocking anyone from seeing you, and you collapse, sobs wracking your body in ways you haven’t felt in a decade.

+++

Jake doesn’t know what to do, and when he doesn’t know what to do, he calls his mom.

He walks further up the beach so he’s alone and out of earshot, but still close enough to keep an eye on his daughter. In case she falls, or if they go in the water--

Fuck. His daughter.

His mom doesn’t pick up on the first try, and instead of leaving a voicemail, he just calls again.

Finally, she answers. “Jake!” Her sweet voice echoes in his ear, and he nearly starts crying. “It’s so good to hear from you, baby. You’re on speaker, hun, I’m in the middle of mixing biscuits.”

He chuckles. She’s always in the kitchen. “That’s okay, momma. I miss your cooking.”

“Then you should come home,” she says, teasing. She’s always telling him to come home, and he should. He will. Soon.

“I know, momma. I will.”

“You better,” she says, and he hears a pan clang on the counter. “Alright, out with it, J. What’s the matter?”

“I can’t call my momma to tell her I love her?”

“Not with that tone of voice you can’t. Don’t forget I carried you. I know something’s wrong.”

He sighs, looking down the beach at Belle and Amelia. “I just met my daughter.”

Jake expects a loud reaction from his mom. Or a laugh. A comment about a good prank. But he doesn’t get any of that.

“I see,” his mom says. “She told you.”

“You knew?”

“Of course I knew, J. And I knew you’d be angry with me for keeping it from you, so go ahead.”

Jake sputters, looking for a response, but he can’t find one. And he can’t bring himself to be angry with his momma.

“I’m not sure how much she’s told you,” his mom continues. “But you should know your father and I were part of the decision.”

Jake spins around, even though he’s on the phone. “What?”

“Have I ever told you about how I told your father I was pregnant with you?”

It’s not unlike his mom to go into a story in the middle of a conversation, so Jake entertains it, even though sometimes it annoys him. “No.”

“Well,” she laughs. “I was on my way to the doctor for my 32-week checkup. You were born at 34 weeks.”

“Jesus, mom.”

“Your father was deployed,” she continues. “I wanted him to focus on the task at hand. He had lives to save. I was perfectly happy and cared for at home with mine and his family. There was no need to let him know unless something went wrong. He worried about me alone enough. He didn’t need to worry for two.”

“But he deserved to know.”

“Yes, he did. I won’t argue with you there. And he did know. He came home just two days before you arrived. God was looking out for him. And it seemed you were waiting for him.”

“But that’s different,” Jake still argues. “You were married.”

“And Y/N was eighteen. You both were. She had a big decision to make.”

“She said she almost didn’t have her,” Jake says quietly.

“Yes, I know,” his mom replies solemnly. “We talked that through, too. We were all worried. She was so young, I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. But in the end, it was up to her, and she fell in love with Belle the first time she heard her.”

“She told me.”

He can tell his mom is smiling sadly. “I think what you two need is a good old fashioned talking session.”

That’s his mom’s favorite thing. To sit down and talk things out, even if it takes all night.

“We tried,” he sighs. “We just argued.”

“Well I don’t doubt it. You haven’t seen each other in over a decade and your lives have changed since you were teenagers.”

Jake is silent, so his mom continues. “I don’t know what to tell you, J. You can be mad at her if you insist, but she didn’t make this decision alone. Her parents and your father and I had a part in it. Be mad at all of us, not just her. And remember you decided to break up with her before you went off to basic.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“So give her some grace,” his mom replies, a little firm. “And give yourself some time, too. You just found out you’re a father.”

“Yeah,” Jake laughs. “To a teenager.”

“Well, that’s what happens…” his mom trails away, but he can fill in the blank. That’s what happens when you have sex at such a young age.

“Thanks, momma,” he replies. “Thanks for talking with me.”

“You know I’m always here to listen,” she says. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, momma,” he sighs. “Take care.”

+++

You finally compose yourself enough to get ready to head back inside to the party. You check your reflection in the window, rubbing your eyes vigorously. Maybe you can say you forgot your allergy medicine. No, you can’t, Penny won’t believe you, and Maverick will laugh his ass off at such a lousy excuse--

“Holy shit, you scared me!” you jump back, your heart racing.

“Sorry,” Jake murmurs, taking a step back, even though there’s a car between you two. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I wanted to apologize.”

You blink, not sure you’ve heard him correctly. “Oh.”

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” he says.

“Me too,” you reply. “I really wasn’t expecting you to be here--”

“Me either.”

“And it caught me off guard, and I went right to arguing with you--”

“It’s okay,” he stops you, stepping forward to lean over the top of your car. “If anything, I deserved it.” He pauses, resting his weight on his elbows. “I talked to my mom.”

“Oh,” you nod. “Okay.”

“She told me-- Well, I guess you know what she told me, because you lived through it, but it made me realize I was angry about something that I don’t know the full details of. And, so, I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t like yelling at you -- or anyone, but especially not with you -- and I’m sorry I did. It won’t happen again.”

“Okay,” you say, stunned to near silence. You weren’t expecting these words to come out of his mouth, but you’re glad they are. “Thank you. I-I accept your apology.”

“Thank you,” he says, exhaling. “I’d love to talk and catch up and--”

“One thing at a time, please,” you say. “Let’s talk tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, okay. I can do tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you breathe. “Let’s get back in there, then. They’re probably wondering where we went.”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “We should-- before they get any wild ideas.”

+++

The rest of the party goes fine without any other surprises, though Jake’s long glances at you across the room get a little annoying.

Amelia and Belle stay on the beach until you tell them to come inside, which is when it gets dark. They don’t protest, but they do drag their feet.

“Alright kiddo, have you packed a bag?” you ask Amelia.

She gives you a weird look. “For what?”

“Well…” you start to grin. “Since Penny and Mav are going on their honeymoon for a while, we thought you could just stay with me and Belle.”

“A sleepover?” Amelia asks.

“For two weeks?” Belle adds.

“Yes!” They both cheer when you nod.

“I can take you to get some of your stuff,” you offer, looking at Penny. She can tell you’re desperate for an escape.

“Please, mom?” Amelia turns to Penny.

“Go ahead,” Penny laughs. “Have fun.”

“Thanks mom!” Amelia hugs Penny tightly. “Can we go now?”

“Sure,” you nod, letting the two teenagers drag you to the car. “Bye everyone!” you call out, waving.

You catch Jake’s eyes as you’re leaving, but you tear your eyes away first. You have two teenagers to look after now. You don’t have time to think about the past.

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[hellsbarnes]

୨ 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (1)₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙟. 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙣 ୧

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x civilian!fem!reader 

summary: after sleeping with jake one too many times and getting nowhere, you decide to give up, not knowing how he truly feels.  

warnings: nsfw themes, 18+, minors do not interact, lots of angst, heartbreak, unrequited love, mentions of sex, p in v sex, friends with benefits situation, mentions of casual sex (please do not read if you’re uncomfortable)

word count: 2k

author’s note: i had this idea floating around my head and decided to write a fic, i hope you like it! if you would like a part 2, please drop me an ask and i’ll get started on it! please remember to reblog, your feedback is appreciated!

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (2) 

The bell that hung at the top of the doors dings and you automatically look up, already knowing who were your next customers, it was already seven on a Friday evening and just like clockwork, the bar doors swings open and in walks the group of aviators who you had overtime, while working for Penny grown to be close friends with. 

You could hear Phoenix’s laughter from your bar table with Fanboy saying something about being sure he could beat her at darts this time around, well, she did definitely hold the right to laugh because as far as you or anyone’s concerned, no one could beat Phoenix at darts. 

Your gaze meets a pair of emerald green eyes, irises that you would have easily recognized anywhere, and the man shoots you a smirk, almost as if he already knew you would be drawn to him the second he walks in. 

“Don’t” You were pulled away when Penny came up to you, empty glasses of shots in hand as she swung her trusty rag over her shoulders, shooting you a look that screamed “don’t look at him”. 

“We both know what he is (Y/N),” she says as she puts the glasses and a few other dirty plates into the dishwasher, leaning against the counter. “I know Pen, I’m not gonna do it,” you said, albeit with confidence that you knew deep down you sure as hell didn’t have, but then again, fake it till you make it. 

It wasn’t fair that you loved his eyes, who on earth decided it was okay to give him those green eyes, and the way he would tell you things that you wanted to hear, things that none of your exes had ever said, and by god, were you a sucker for the sweet things he whispered into your ear.

“Alright, Mav’s calling me, take care of the bar for me?” Penny asks with a kind smile as she grabs her call, passing her orders to you. “Sure Pen” you reply, sighing when she walks away, perhaps a part of you did envy her relationship with Maverick, sure you knew their story which had started almost the same way as where you and Jake are now, and still, even then, here they are, happy, and you would be lying if you said that you did not harbour the thinnest slither of hope that somehow you and Jake would head up the same road as Penny and Maverick. 

You swallow as you will yourself to not give the man a second look, allowing Jake Seresin back into the comfort of your bed was definitely not part of today's itinerary, oh no, you were not about to allow yourself to give in again.

You hadn’t heeded Penny’s, Mav’s, hell you had not listened to whatever anybody had to say about Hangman’s ways of luring woman after woman into his really strong, comfortable arms, staying just for the sex and not giving a hoot about the word, which you figured must be cursed in his dictionary.

Commitment. 

You knew, and yet, you gave in to his advances, allowing his lips to mould with yours, throwing all caution into the wind, you barely had time to think when your fingers were carding through his hair, your hands wrapped around his neck as he hoists you up against the wall of your home, mouth pressing warm kisses down the sensitive skin of your neck.

No, you didn’t think when he had hiked your skirt up, hands roaming from the curve of your breasts to your ass, and no you definitely didn’t know what the hell you were getting into when he was finally buried balls deep in you, whispering sinful words into your ears as he urged you to cum for him, you did, your pussy clenching around him in a vice like grip, milking him dry. 

When you both come down from your highs, you had watched as he zips up, not even staying for a beer before he was out of your door. It didn’t stop there, no, it happened twice, then thrice, and then, well, you weren’t in the habit of keeping count of exactly how many times you slept with Jake.

You glanced at the notebook, realising that you probably needed to start on the fries listed under the huge word, “orders”. You were about to busy yourself when you heard the chair squeak and you didn’t have to look up to know exactly who it was, the scent of his cedar-wood cologne was enough as it is. 

“What’s up Sweets?” Jake starts, and you curse internally at how you reacted to that ridiculous nickname he gave you, after saying something along the lines how sweet you tasted when you were a moaning mess, fingers gripping his hair as he pressed his tongue to your clit just a few nights ago. 

You hated yourself for how fast your heart was beating, too fast. “(Y/N)?” he continues and you finally look up, your eyes finally meeting his, and you try to ignore the smirk he wore on his face. 

That stupid smirk that landed you in this mess. 

“What is it Jake?” you replied and he chuckles, “I almost thought you were ignoring me angel” and you shrugged, “maybe I am” you shoot back and watch as he presses his hand to his chest playfully, “aww now I’m hurt” “Not my problem Seresin,” you reply a little too cooly as you drop the fries into the fryer, the snack sizzling as you prepared a basket for it. 

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” Jake asks as he brings the mouth of his beer bottle to his lips. You did. You wanted to say but you stop yourself before words that you can’t take back slips out. “Nothing” You say, picking up the clean shot glasses from the dishwasher, cleaning them. 

“Come on tell me baby” he pushes and you bite your lip, contemplating if you should tell him that he, Jake frickin’ Seresin, was the one that had made you, in his words, get your panties in a twist. 

“I already said it’s nothing” you said and he chuckles, “fine angel, you can tell me later,” he says, that look on his face, that look that he had given you when you first met you and every subsequent time you had apparently fallen on his dick, your lips crashing against his, only for him to toss you aside once he was done. 

“Stop” you said, breathing in deeply as you looked at him, the little script that you had drafted up spilling from your lips, “Stop this Jake”. 

“What exactly do you want me to stop (Y/N)?” 

You exploded, “this Seresin, because whatever we have going on, it has to stop, in fact, it doesn’t exist, because I. Am. Done. You do this every damn time Jake, come to the bar, say things that make me feel things I didn’t even know I could feel, y-you spin my world off its axis and then do absolutely nothing to bring it back.” 

“(Y/N)-” 

“Don’t you dare (Y/N) me Seresin, all we ever do is fuck and then you leave, I feel so damn empty inside and every time I feel that somehow we’re a little closer to having something real, you just leave! News flash Jake, I’m not another one of your playthings, I refuse to be.” You remonstrated, breathless once you were done, ignoring the looks that you had received from customers and Bob who had been in ear shot all along, giving you a look of sympathy as you picked up what little dignity you’ve left, swallowing hard as you force your tears back. 

“(Y/N), listen-” 

“I think you should go, go back t-to Coyote or something” you managed to say, voice shaky as you pick up the basket of fries, wiping the tears that escaped your eyes as you walk towards the tables, passing by Maverick who had just arrived, a look of what seemed like understanding flashing across his face as you walk past him, forcing a smile as you placed the food down on the customer’s table.

You turned back, wiping stray tears away with the back of your hand as you walked back to the bar, watching as Jake walked back to the pool table where Coyote hands him a pool cue stick, slapping his back as he tells Hangman to win the game against Rooster. 

You felt his gaze on you and ignored it, you couldn’t do this, you were so deep in a hole that you had ironically dug for yourself, you fell so damn hard for Jake that you had somehow constructed a thought that whatever romantic daydreams that you had of him could become a reality. 

You failed to notice how he constantly looked towards you, Jake’s heart ached in his chest as he struggled to not spill his thoughts of you, because out of all the women he had been with, he found himself drawing back to you, something about made him turn back, practically dropping all other flings, he was uninterested in them, he only wanted you. 

He craved your scent, vanilla and strawberries, he pressed his palm to his pocket, feeling the outline of the keychain you had given him almost a year ago as a birthday gift. 

Jake would never tell you how he carried this little trinket around with him in his pocket because he wanted to carry you with him wherever he went, even when he was in his favourite place, the skies. He had long ago treated this as one of his most treasured possessions, his lucky charm and he’d like to think you were his angel, keeping him safe. 

Oh, he tried hard as hell to drive himself in the opposite direction, his mind screaming “abort” as he circles back to you, adoration filling him when he hears your laugh, if angels existed, you would easily be one of them, you were gorgeous, and you had a kind, compassionate heart to match. 

He was afraid of saying those three little words that he always felt would tear him down, his father had during his childhood reminded him that emotions made a man weak and he had listened, refusing to admit he felt something for you, he was drawn to you like a moth to a burning flame. He couldn’t stop himself, every single wall he had built to stop your smile, the hope and light you radiated into his heart crumbled like sand, and oh, he fell so hard.

Leaving you in the middle of the night was never his intention, he wanted to stay, to hold you like a lover should, to press gentle kisses on your head, he wanted everything to do with you, but his ego and pride stood in the way of that ever happening. 

He forced a smile as Coyote cheered after he beat Rooster, he gripped the neck of his beer bottle tightly, he knew your cheeks were tear stained from the way you were turning your back to the bar, refusing to let anyone know you’re hurt, only smiling when Penny returned because you didn’t want her to worry.

That was you, never wanting to ruin the mood, pretending to be alright when you were not, and he could always, always see through the fake smile that you wore during your bad days, and Jake in those moments wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms, tell you that it’s okay to be upset and that you didn’t have to shy away from it, that he was right there with you.

He wanted to protect you, to tell you he loves you, that he felt this little thing called love swell in his chest whenever you smiled, and now he couldn’t, he looks away, clenching his jaw as he grips the bottle so hard he almost thought he’d break it. 

He could admit he loves you, hell, he’d go down on his damn knees if you asked him to. 

But now, you had him pushed so far away, Jake didn’t know if he had the chance to ever go back into the warmth of your embrace, the embrace he didn’t know he would ever call home. 

note: i hope you loved it! please remember to reblog, and if you would like a part 2 to this series, let me know!

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[sarahsmi13s]

Told Them (pt 1)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x wife!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n seresin, grayson seresin, kennedy seresin, dagger squad, penny benjamin

warnings: third person pov, she/her pronouns used, domestic hangman, grayson feels like a burden bc of his injuries, i believe that’s it

word count: ~2.9k

a/n: 3/3 (1/3) okay so I know i said this was supposed to be 3 parts but had i done this last part all at once it would have been unproportional: 3.4k (part 1), 2.9k (part 2) and then 9.4k (part 3)

soooo i broke part three up into 3 parts 

lightly proof-read

part 3 summary: after nearly losing his son, jake decides to tell the team about his family and invites them to his home for a cookout

part 3.1 summary: the morning of the cookout and the seresins are getting ready

pt 1  pt 2  pt 3.2  pt 3.3

*******

Saturday was finally here, and Y/N was stressing out over everything.

“Kenni, did you pick your toys up out of the backyard?” She asked as she moved around the kitchen. “Yes, Mama.” “Did you get your toys out of the living room?” “Yes, Mama.” “Did you put them away, away?” Nothing. “Kennedy, did you put your toys away?” “I put them in my room.” Y/N shrugged, “Good enough for now. They won’t go in there.”

“Y/N, Sweetheart, slow down. It’s not even ten o’clock yet. People won’t show up until three.” 

Turning to Jake, Y/N threw her dusting rag at him, “Doesn’t mean I can’t make sure the house is clean.” He laughs with a shake of his head and throws the rag back at her, “Whatever you say.”

Grayson’s voice cut through the morning cartoon his sister was watching, “Dad!” “Yeah?” “Could you bring me a water?” Jake turns to the fridge, grabbing a cold bottle out of it, “Be there in a second!” “Kay, thank you!”

ake placed the cold bottle on the back of his wife’s neck. “Jacob!” He chuckled, “Let me get this to Grayson and then I’ll help.” “Thank you, Honey.” “Of course.”

*******

After Y/N and Jake cleaned the kitchen, living room, downstairs bathroom, and picked up the backyard they got the kids ready.

Now yes, Grayson was 16 but he also just got home from the hospital and needed someone just in case.

“Ken, do you have an outfit picked out to meet Daddy’s friends?” Y/N asked, walking into the living room from outside. She shook her head. Y/N nodded, “That’s okay. Do you want to pick it out yourself, do you want Mama and Daddy to help you pick, or do you want Mama to pick?” “Can you and Daddy help me pick? I want them to like it.” “Princess, they’re gonna love it. They saw a photo of you the other day and they can’t wait to meet you,” Jake said as he squatted in front of her.

“I’m right here, Dad,” Grayson teased. Jake rolled his eyes playfully, “They can’t wait to meet you either kiddo.”

Y/N looked between her son and her husband. “Hey, Kenni, why don’t you go up and pick out three pairs of bottoms and three shirts? Daddy and I will be up in a minute.” The five year old nodded and happily ran up the stairs on all fours. Y/N shook her head laughing, “That girl…” “She’s your daughter, for sure.”

“Grayson, did you pick something out or were you just gonna wing it about thirty minutes before?” Grayson sighed, “Mama, my clothes are upstairs. I can’t go upstairs. But I do have an outfit in mind.” 

Y/N nodded, “Okay. Well let us get Ken sorted out and then will get your clothes for you okay, just send me the clothes you want.” He nodded, “Okay.” “Change the channel if you want,” Jake said when he stood up.

Both Y/N and Jake headed up the stairs.

“Do they know?” Y/N asked when they got to the top of the stairs. Sighing, he shook his head, “No, but I wasn’t gonna tell them without you.” She nodded, “Okay, do they even know he’s 16?” Jake shook his head, “I’m honestly not sure how old they think he is.” Y/N let out a shaky breath, “Okay.”

“Hey,” he grabbed her shoulders. “I know you’re nervous. But they are going to love all of you. They will not give two shits, okay. If I thought they’d have a problem with it, I wouldn’t have wanted you to meet them. Your happiness and the kids’ happiness are my top priority.”

She nodded, “I know. I love you.” He kissed her, “I love you too. Now, let’s go see what Kennedy has picked out for herself.”

When they got to their daughter's room, she was actually cleaning but had the 3 outfits on her bed.

“Princess, what are you doing?” Kennedy just shrugged, “Putting toys away. I picked outfits, so I put my toys away.” Both of her parents smiled at her.

Kennedy usually found things to busy herself with if she had to. She got that from Jake; ‘I did a task, let me see what else I can do while I still have the energy to do it.’

“Thank you, Sweetheart. Good job,” Y/N praised her daughter. They had learned when Grayson was little that praise encourages them to do things like this without really having to be asked.

“Let’s see what you’ve got picked out, okay?” Jake said as he lowered himself to the floor. Y/N sat right by the bed and looked over what she had picked out. Kennedy came over and sat in Jake’s lap.

“Okay, how do we wanna do this?” Kennedy just shrugged. Y/N nodded, “Alright. Let’s tackle the bottoms first. Do you want to wear a skirt or shorts?” Kennedy hesitated, “Hmmm, shorts.” Y/N sat the skirt aside. “Okay, and do you want jean shorts or shorts like Mama has on?” Jake asked, referring to the athletic shorts Y/N had on. “Jean.” Y/N pulled down the jean shorts and put them in her lap.

“Which shirt do you want? Captain America, cow, or plane?”

Kennedy adored Captain America, mainly because he reminded her of her dad; which is the cutest thing. The ‘cow’ shirt was actually a University of Texas ‘Longhorn’ shirt that her aunt sent her for her birthday. Then the ‘plane’ shirt was actually one of Y/N’s old shirts, with a tiny paper airplane on it, that her mom made into a shirt for her granddaughter. And underneath it says ‘h_ng-girl’ because Kennedy loves her dad.

“Plane!” She said excitedly. Y/N smiled, glancing at Jake who was smiling down at his daughter. “Alright, sweet pea, let's put it on and see what Daddy thinks,” Y/N said, getting up and holding her hand out. “No peeking,” Kennedy said as she got up. Jake laughed and covered his eyes, “No peeking.”

Y/N quickly changed her daughter’s clothes, “Okay, you can look now, Jake.”

Jake slid his hand down his face, arching a brow as he looked over. “Princess, you look beautiful.” Kennedy giggled and ran to her dad, arms wrapping around his neck. 

“Ken, do you want to help get Bubba's clothes and take them to him?” She nodded and followed Y/N out of the bedroom, Jake not too far behind.

Grabbing what Grayson had texted her out of his drawers, Y/N handed the items to her daughter, “Will you go give these to Grayson, sister?” Kennedy nodded, wrapping her arms around the sweat-shorts and black t-shirt before running out of the room.

“Kennedy, be careful! Do not run down the stairs!” Y/N called out, peeking out the door frame just to see Kennedy slide downstairs on her butt.

She groaned and rested her head on Jake’s chest, “That girl is you made over I swear.” Jake chuckled and kissed the top of her head, “You love it.” She hummed and wrapped her arms around his waist, “That I do.”

Placing a kiss to his chest, Y/N pulled back, “I’m gonna shower. You go help Grayson, and then you shower while I’m getting ready.” “Yes, ma’am,” Jake mock saluted and kissed her.

Jake went to the living room where Grayson was still propped up on the couch, watching something on the TV. “You ready?”

Grayson jumped a little, startled by Jake’s sudden presence in the room. “Uh, yeah.” He moves to push himself up off the couch, but Jake stops him. “Grayson,” Jake helped him get to his crutches before grabbing the clothes off the couch.

“How are your ribs?” “A little sore, I need to put ice on them but I can do that after I change.” Jake nodded and followed him to the guest room and waited outside after placing the clothes on the bed.

It was silent for a minute before Grayson spoke, “Hey Dad?” Jake could hear the anxiety in his voice. “What’s up, kid?” He heard him sigh. “Grayson, what’s wrong?” “I don’t know. I just- I feel like I’m gonna be a major buzzkill.” “They’ll understand, Gray.”

“Um, hey, could you come in here?” Jake glanced at Kennedy who was curled into a pillow watching the movie that was on. “Yeah.”

Grayson was sitting on the bed, “Could you, uh, could you help me with my shoes?” Jake nodded and knelt down, sliding the socks onto Grayson’s feet.

“God, I feel like a child.” “Technically, you are.” Jake chuckled and looked up, clearing his throat when he saw the unamused look on his son’s face. “Not helping, got it.” Grayson groaned and rubbed his face.

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?” Grayson hit the mattress with his hands, “I just- I hate this. And it’s only been 6 days, Dad. 6 days!” “It’s hard, I remember when your mom was on crutches, she hated it.” 

“I feel useless, you know. Like I can’t help you or Mom around the house. Mom can’t go to work because I can’t do anything for myself… it sucks.” Jake nodded, listening to his son talk and jerked his head up when Grayson sniffled.

Jake abandoned the shoe in his hand and sat beside him. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Grayson used the back of his hand to wipe his eyes, “I’m sorry.” Jake shook his head, confused, “Why are you sorry?” “For getting upset about this. For being a burden.”

Jake held his hand up, “No, that is not what we’re gonna do. You are allowed to be upset, son. This is a difficult adjustment for everyone. But never, ever think you are a burden for something that is not your fault. You got hit, you had the right of way and someone hit you. This is not your fault.”

“But Mom has to do everything for me! She’s going to have to cancel clients to babysit me because I can barely do anything for myself. She’s gonna be losing money for weeks!” “Her clients will understand,” Jake tried to reason. Grayson just shook his head.

“How about we talk more about it later with your mom? We can work something out, but right now let’s focus on tonight, yeah?” Jake offered. Grayson took in a shaky breath, “Yeah, yeah that sounds good.”

Jake smiled and moved to put Grayson’s shoe on. “Have you told Mom about any of that?” He shook his head, “No, she’s already doing so much, I didn’t want to pile on..” “Okay, we’ll make sure to talk about it later okay?” Grayson nodded and stood up with assistance from his crutches.

Jake got him an ice-pack and a towel before going upstairs to shower.

****

Upstairs, Y/N had showered and was braiding her wet hair, before putting on light makeup. “Looking good, pretty girl,” Jake said as he walked by, smacking her towel covered butt. “Thank you, pretty boy.”

Jake turned the shower on, “Grayson’s having a hard time.” Y/N sighed as she tied the small elastic in her hair. “Says he feels bad for not helping around the house,” Jake said as he undressed before stepping in the shower.

She grabbed her mascara and opened it, “He shouldn’t, it’s not his fault.” Jake stepped under the stream, “I know. I told him as much. But it didn’t change his mind. He also feels like a burden because you’re gonna have to take time off from work to take care of him.” “That boy…” She sighed and closed the mascara. “I told him that we’d talk about it later tonight.” “Sounds good.”

Y/N walked out and into their bedroom, getting dressed in a matching set of underwear.

She stepped out into the hall and at the top of the steps, but out of view, “Kennedy?” “Yeah Mama?” “Do you wanna help me pick out an outfit?”

No words were said but she could hear Grayson chuckle as Kennedy’s bare feet slapped the floor as she ran to the stairs, climbing them.

Kennedy ran past her mom, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the bedroom.

The five year old climbed up on the bed and sat down. Y/N kissed her head and went to the closet. She pulled down a sundress and stepped back into the room, “Dress? Yes or no?” Kennedy tilted her head, “Put it on!” Y/N laughed, “Oh, so you want a fashion show?” Her daughter giggled and nodded.

Shaking her head, she slipped it off the hangar and then over her head. “What do you think?” Kennedy took her pointer finger and made a circle motion, something she learned from her dad.

Y/N laughed and spun in a circle. Kennedy once again tilted her head and tapped her chin. She ultimately shook her head, “Not tonight Mama.” Y/N quickly took it off and put it back on the hangar.

She went back into the closet and tapped her chin in thought. “Ken, do you want to pick out what I try on?”

Two little feet thumped on the floor and a blonde blur was at her side soon after.

“Let’s choose pants first,” Y/N said as she picked her up. She went to the pants section of the closet and Kennedy ran her hand over the hangars. The little girl closed her eyes and went a few more seconds before stopping, “These!” She did her best to pluck the hangar of the rod.

It was a pair of light wash overalls that were distressed all over the front of the leg. Y/N took the pants from Kennedy, “Oooo, these are nice! Good choice. Now, let’s pair it with a shirt.” 

She took the hangar from her daughter and placed the article on the bed before going to her drawers. She put Kennedy down and pulled open the drawer.

Y/N had a few shirts that she wore with those pants, so she grabbed them and laid them out.

“Okay, I want you to pick one of these shirts for me to try on. Think you can do that, Kenni?” She nodded, eyes already scanning the shirts. She grabbed a ribbed white tank-top and held it out to her mom. Smiling, Y/N ruffled the girl's hair, receiving an annoyed whine in return, “Thank you, honey.”

She put on the outfit and looked at Kennedy, who was smiling and nodding. “Yeah? This it?” Kennedy nodded, “Wait!”

She ran to the chair by the bathroom door, and grabbed the button-up that was on it, “This!” Y/N laughed, “Sweetheart, that’s Daddy’s.” “And? Put it on!” She shook the shirt, urging her mom to take it. Y/N rolled her eyes fondly and put it on, cuffing the sleeve of the green denim shirt.

Y/N walked over to the full body mirror and adjusted the shirt, bending over to cuff the legs of her overalls.

“Mama, you look pretty! Doesn’t she, Daddy?”

Y/N turned to her daughter, seeing Jake drying his hair with a towel. “You’re Mama always looks pretty, K.” Kennedy rolled her eyes, “I know that, silly. But-” She gestured to her mom, “Look at her!” Jake chuckled and kissed his daughter’s forehead before going to his wife and doing the same.

“You look gorgeous, Honey.” Y/N hummed and kissed his lips, “Thank your daughter, she has impeccable taste.” Jake smiled and kissed her temple, “I love seeing you in my clothes.”

Before anything else could be said, Kennedy pulled on Y/N’s pant leg, “Can you do my hair, please?” Y/N nodded, “Of course, baby.”

She turned to Jake, “All of your clean underwear and undershirts are in the basket still.” “Thank you, Sweetheart,” he pecked her lips and spun her. “Now go, so I can get dressed.” Y/N scoffed, but giggled afterwards and nudged Kennedy out of the room towards the kids’ bathroom.

“How do you want it done?” Y/N asked as she sat Kennedy on the counter. “Like the blonde Black Widow.” “Yelena?” Kennedy nodded, “Yeah, her!” “Okay, so you want the braids?” She nodded. “Alright, do you want to brush it or do you want me to brush it?” “You, please.” Y/N smiled and picked up the brush and did her daughter’s hair.

*******

After doing her daughter’s hair she went downstairs, daughter on her hip.

“Daddy, Gray! Look, my hair is like blonde Black Widow!” Grayson smiled, “It looks great sister. Do you want to watch Black Widow with me?” Kennedy nodded adamantly and wiggled out of her mom’s hold. 

“Your hair looks amazing, Princess. Mama did a good job didn’t she?” Kennedy nodded as she gently cuddled into her brother’s uninjured side. “Yeah, thank you Mama!” “You’re welcome, sweetie. Dad and I will be in the kitchen if you need us okay?” Both kids nodded as the opening to Black Widow played.

“Wait,” Grayson called, reaching to his side. “Could you put this back in the freezer?” Y/N nods and takes the ice-pack, “Course, when will you need it again?” “Probably right before I go to bed. If it hurts at all I’ll let you know.” She nods and she and Jake go to the kitchen to begin prep.

************

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[bespinnn]

Y/N: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it.

Phoenix: Just rip the bandage off.

Y/N: It’s Hangman.

Phoenix: Put the bandage back on.

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Under The Radar - Mini Series Master List

Series Summary: Being a navy pilot you expected to have your world turned upside down from time to time. Taking to the skies was the easy part, the lessons you learn on solid ground are the hardest.

Warnings: angst, fluff, soft Jake, jealousy, asshole Jake, break-ups, cheating (reader is the other woman but doesn't know until after), preludes to smut, heartbreak, Rooster is a bit of an ass in parts, fluffy Rooster. Parts 3 & 4 include spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick.

W/C: 19k

Rating: 18+

Characters: Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, fem!reader (You. Call sign: Huntress), a few needed OC's. Mentioned/Small Parts: Lieutenant Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Penny Benjamin, Lieutenant Javy "Coyote" Machado, Captain Phil “Maverick” Mitchell, Hondo, Admiral Simpson, 

Pairing: Hangman x Fem!Reader, Rooster x Fem!Reader. 

Notes: no descriptions of reader body type or ethnicity. Takes place before Top Gun: Maverick. First time recruits at Top Gun and during the movie. For this to work they were all at the academy together but I know that’s probably not canon. 

A/N: I was thirsting over Miles Teller with Sabrina - @sfreeborn - and she asked if I would ever write for him. After seeing Top Gun: Maverick, I really wanted to. My creative juices had been non-existent for weeks, but Sabrina was kind enough to give me a prompt that inspired a fic. The details of that fic (part 3) meant I needed to write another one to explain Reader x Jake’s relationship, and it spiralled.

Super Special A/N: @writercole helped me with ideas for this entire series and contributed a lot of lines/sections when I got stuck so I’m giving her co-author credit. 

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch //@cockslutpadalecki

Graphics: made on canva.

Series Complete.

Part 1 - Leave 'em Hanging

Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin never loses. That is until he sets his sights on the one target that might bring him to his knees.

Warnings: angst, fluff, brief soft Jake, jealousy, asshole Jake. My HC is that he’s a softie behind doors, and no one can convince me otherwise.

W/C: 4.3k

Part 2 - The Fall

Summary: Jake has proven he’s an asshole; you shouldn’t be surprised when he proves it again at graduation. But at least graduating means you’ll be free of him, or does it? 

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, injury described, fluffy Rooster.

W/C: 3k

Part 3 - Just A Kiss

Summary: A kiss always means something, especially with an ex.

Warnings: potential spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick - I’ve used some lines from the movie, language, angst, fluff, Hangman is a cocky son of a bitch with a soft side, Rooster is kind of an ass, the beach scene. 

W/C: 5.6k

Part 4 - Got Your Six

Summary: The heart wants what the heart wants, sometimes the right man is not the better one.

Warnings: potential spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick - I’ve used some lines from the movie, language, angst, fluff, soft!Jake, 

W/C: 3.6k

Part 5 - Hate To Love You

Summary: Bradley was right, a kiss with an ex always means something. You just need to figure out what that means for your future, with or without Jake.

Warnings: sweet Rooster, fluff, slight angst, Jake being an handsome asshole (see picture above). W/C: 2k

There's more to this story...

Under The Radar - Continued - Drabbles & One-Shots continuing Hangman and Huntress' story.

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[vxntagedior]

save a horse, ride an aviator

summary | jake takes you to texas where you learn the infamous law

pairing | jake "hangman" seresin x fem!reader

warning | fluff, slight angst, mentions of sex, jealous!jake, possessive!jake

word count | 1.2k

The bar was crowded when the two of you walked in. Jake had brought you home to Texas during his two week brevent after the mission. 

You constantly teased Jake while at the Hard Deck, saying that he needed to take you line dancing whenever the two of you went back to Texas. 

Coming to Texas, Jake took you out and dressed you in a perfect outfit for you, buying you your first pair of cowboy boots. At his family ranch, his sisters taught a few popular dances that were played down at the bar. 

It was Friday night, Jake’s sister was helping you out with a few final touches to your outfit and makeup before they heard someone clear their throat.

You gulped, seeing his biceps practically bulging out of his shirt that had to be a few sizes too small. His sisters left the bathroom all giggling to each other seeing how you looked at Jake. 

“You ready darlin’?” God you couldn’t even answer, the little Texas accent he had coming out more than usual. 

“You ready darlin’?” God you couldn’t even answer, the little Texas accent he had coming out more than usual. 

Guiding you down the house, the rest of his family were all in the living room, his mother cooing at the two of you together. Getting in the car and driving towards the bar, Jake’s hand rested on your thigh. 

Turning into a gravel lot, the bar kept with a saloon vibe. Coming to the other side of the truck, opening the door for you, Jake gave you his hand, helping down and out. It was barely 10pm, and you could see all the cars in the driveway, expecting the bar to be crowded.

“C’mon now.” You were practically frozen in your spot, making Jake basically drag you inside. The music was loud, everyone on the floor dancing, and at the bars. Your eyes jumped to almost every single object in the room, getting a feel for the night.

Meeting some of his friends, you noticed how each of the girls had been wearing cowboy boots, and with the look of their boyfriends hat hair, it wasn’t their hat that was on their head. 

You seemed to notice how many women had hats on their heads.

Not wanting to ask Jake and seem stupid, you turned to one of the girlfriends of Jake’s friends. 

“Why do all the girls wear hats?” You asked. You along with two other girls sat in a booth on the side of the bar. 

The two of you girls side eyed each other before turning back to you. 

“It kind of means that if you’re wearing a man’s cowboy hat, you’re taken, you’re with him.” The first girl, Ava explained. 

“If she’s wearing the hat, she’s riding the stallion.” The other, Izzy snorted. 

You furrowed your brows and didn't really get her joke. Ava seemed to notice your perplexed look before speaking again.

“Wearing a hat, ends up in your man's lap. Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” She smirked.

Finally understanding, you felt a little disheartened. You and Jake had been together for almost 3 years now, and you thought it was serious. 

“Hey.” Izzy grabbed your hand, “Don’t think too much about it, I can see that Jake clearly loves you, a hat isn’t going to change that.”

Taking your mind off the situation, Izzy and Ava brought you out to dance. You quickly noticed how many people were looking at the three of you, more looking at you. Remembering that Izzy and Ava had their boyfriends’ hats on, you were in the eyes of everyone else, single. 

Across the bar, Jake was gripping onto his beer tight, his eyes slightly twitching when he saw another man come up to dance with you. 

“You good there Seresin.” Izzy’s boyfriend snorted, knowing what was exactly going on. Jake was never one to be jealous, he put his trust in you, and knew that you wouldn’t do anything to mess with that but seeing that man dancing with you, though you kept your distance from him, he couldn’t keep the green monster inside him calm. 

Taking a break after your fourth dance, the three of you made your way towards the bar. Leaning against the countertop, your forearms rested on the edge, taking in deep breaths, when you felt someone brush up against you. He was quite the opposite of Jake, a few inches shorter, his skin more tan, his hair brunette. 

Jake always had a cocky smirk whenever he flirted with you but the guy next to you had a genuine smile. 

“Oh I’m sorry.” You already started to deny him.

“I know, you’re with Seresin.” You stared at him in shock, not even knowing the man. “Don’t worry, I’ve known Jake for ages. Just stepping on his toes so he can finally make his move.”

Laughing slightly, you turned to see Jake looking green. Though the two of you were already together, you needed that hat. 

“He’s coming.” You noticed turning back to the guy, “Pretend like I said something funny?”

Jake heard your laugh as he walked up to the two of you, seeing you wrap your hand around the guy’s hand, throwing your head back. 

“Yoder.” Jake saw who had come up to you, “You’re with my girl.”

You never understood why you thought Jake looked even better when he was possessive, maybe he was the way his jawline was more prominent when he clenched it or maybe he flexed his muscles so they could look even bigger. 

“He just offered me a drink, it’s fine Jake.” You were adding flame to the fire. 

Feeling a grip on your shoulder, Jake turned your shoulders, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you away from him. 

“What was that?” You were both outside now, Jake was practically fuming and you tried so hard not to laugh. 

“What?” You feigned innocence, “He was just being nice.”

“He should have known better.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes, not wanting to be mad at you.

“Well he didn’t know we were together?” You smirked. 

“What- what do you-oh.” Jake was confused, he had known Yoder for years, and spoke about you constantly and showed him pictures. The gears in his head finally clicked, seeing the slight glimmer in your eyes. 

“All that for a hat?” He chuckled.

“Yes!” You slightly whined, “Jakie, we’ve been together forever, I wanna wear your hat.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, wrapping his arms around you, bringing you into a hug. Pulling away, he lifted the hat off his head, putting it on yours. 

Slightly adjusting it, you took a couple steps back presenting yourself. 

“What do you think?”

“I think my night is gonna end well.” He smirked, wrapping arms around your waist, slowly lowering his hands down to the swell of your ass. “Gonna ride your cowboy tonight?”

Slipping away from his grasp, you started to make your way back to the bar, before turning your head over your shoulder, giving him a flirty smile.

“I’m gonna ride an aviator.”

fin.

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[tongue-like-a-razor]

Congratulations on 4k, babe! 🎉

How about “You’re an Idiot,” “I wish I was your idiot” “What” with Hangman?

Ahh thank you!! Since some of you expressed interest in these two, here's another drabble with brother's best friend, Hangman <3

4k Celebration Drabbles

Brother's Best Friend - Part 2

Jake Seresin x Reader

“Do you have to do this right now?” Jake asks, putting his hands on his hips as he stands before the kitchen table.

You give him a flat look before returning your attention to the laptop you’ve got set up in front of you. “It’s due tomorrow,” you say. “Don’t you have anyone else to play with?” you add sarcastically.

Jake groans, plopping down into a chair to your left. He looks exceptionally bored. “Bradshaw’s got a date,” he says with an exaggerated scowl.

“I do?” you respond with a smile.

Jake grimaces at you. “The other Bradshaw.”

You purse your lips. “Maybe next time.”

Jake leans into the table, eyeing you suspiciously. “Who’re you gonna date?”

You glance at him over your screen. “What do you care?”

He shrugs indifferently, leaning back into his seat. “Just curious.”

Although you’ve been crushing on your brother’s best friend for as long as you can remember, you’re also quite accustomed to his frequent company, and his present pestering behavior is nothing new. Still, you want to know why Jake Seresin is curious about your dating life. Of course, you ask nothing of the sort and, instead, say, “Beat it, Jake. I haven’t written a sentence in over ten minutes.”

Jake throws you a mischievous smirk. “Am I distracting you?” he asks playfully, sliding his chair closer to you so he could nudge you on the shoulder.

You exhale sharply and slam your laptop shut. “Seresin!” you roar. “Do you mind?”

Jake grins at you widely. “Oh!” he says in mock surprise, pointing to your closed laptop. “Are you done already?”

You seethe. “I’m going to kill you,” you growl.

“Come on!” Jake exclaims. “Entertain me!”

You let out a frustrated sigh, burying your face in your hands as you rest your elbows into the table. “Jake, why don’t you just go on a date?” you whine, glancing over at him pleadingly. He’s adorable but if you don’t finish your paper by 9AM, you’re screwed.

Jake lets out a chuckle that seems to fizzle out the moment it leaves his mouth. “Because you’re busy?” he says.

You roll your eyes and open your laptop back up. If only he knew how much you wish those words were true. “Just sit quietly,” you say resignedly.

Jake spins around in his seat and inclines backward, resting his head on your lap with a sigh. “’Kay, but, do I have to sit?” he asks, raising his legs up onto an adjacent chair so that he’s sprawled between your lap and two other chairs.

“How is this comfortable?” you ask, glancing down at his smiling face.

“Actually,” he replies, adjusting his shoulders and head while your stomach endures a whirlwind of emotions in response to his proximity, “This is quite nice.”

You shake your head. “We have a couch,” you remind him, placing your hands back on the keyboard, ready to return to work.

“This is better,” he says, closing his eyes.

You snort. “You’re an idiot,” you remark.

“I wish I was your idiot,” Jake mutters, keeping his eyes closed.

Your hands freeze and your heart leaps into your throat. You lower the screen of your laptop once more. “What?” you say breathlessly. Surely he’s joking. Or dreaming. Or –

Jake opens his eyes to meet your gaze. “Sorry,” he says. “I’ll stop talking now.”

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[siempre-bucky]

Silk

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jakes comes to your door after a night of drinking, his brain goes haywire after seeing you in a silk nightgown.

wc: 1.7k

a/n: i love old silk nightgowns and i wanted to create something soft and delicate bc soft!jake just does it for me...enjoy!!

You turned off the last light in your little housing unit, kicking aside bubble wrap from the few boxes you’d brought with you to Top Gun. You hummed to the tune of the romantic oldies music playing from your record player, softly swaying side to side as you grabbed the decorative bottle that was on your bar cart. Your long silk nightgown flowed as your rotating fan hit the cream-colored material. 

A drink in one hand, your midnight snack in the other, you made your way to the dark hallway with your bedroom light being your only guide. There was a gruff tap on the door, the knocker dragging their knuckles down the door. You stilled at the knocking, it was almost eerie. Placing your items on the side table you grabbed your matching silk robe off the arm of the couch. 

The knocking happened three more times as your bare feet padded along the cold wood flooring, your hands nervously fiddling with the tie. You took in a cautious deep breath before peaking into the peephole. It wasn’t a man dressed in black with a ribbed ski mask over his face or the little old man from down the street. It was Jake. 

You opened the door and his slumped figure stood up straight, the vertebrae of his spine cracking with each inch he rose. “Jake,” you breathed out, looking out at the dark street. There wasn’t a car in sight, then you caught a whiff of the pungent smell of beer. “You’ve been drinking,” you noted out loud, “how’d you get here?” 

“Phoenix,” he slurred, trying to hold himself up. 

“She didn’t take you home?” 

“You were closer.” Your eyebrows lowered at his softly spoken words. It made sense, God only knows if Hangman would be able to get himself into bed after that much to drink. 

His green eyes looked you up and down, the beautiful silk glowed in your porch light. Heat rose to his already warm cheeks, and a peony pink dusted his cheekbones. Have you always worn things like that? Was he interrupting a romantic evening with a stranger just beyond the front door. It was a good five seconds of both of your brains trying to come up with solutions to their unspoken questions. His mind only put you into focus, your soft features, and that dress. Jake’s green eyes were the first to break eye contact, his chin dipped and his eyes shifted to the delicate lace around the hem that hit just above your ankle. He didn’t dare to look back up, following the high slit up your thigh. “Come inside,” you told him, standing to the side and allowing him in. 

The blond entered the house, his blurry eyes not seeing the small step and instantly making him crash into you. His hand found the small of your back while your hands gripped his black t-shirt to prevent yourself from falling over. “S-sorry,” he stuttered. Your eyes didn’t leave his face, he’d never been this close before. Well, not in a way that wasn’t the two of you getting in each other's faces in the heat of an argument after training or missions. The different shades of green in his eyes seemed impossible to count. 

Jake felt the palm of his hand begin to tingle as he held you up. His fingers grazed your back, the soft material combined with his mildly calloused hand felt—right. How many men have gotten to touch you wearing this? He thought as he stopped his movement. “S’alright,” you responded through a bated breath. You shifted around, draping his arm over your shoulder and leading him over to the couch. There was a small problem with the little government-issued loveseat. Your eyes swiveled from Jake’s tall frame to the blue couch—there was no way Seresin was fitting on that. “You can take the bed,” you whispered, turning towards the hallway. 

The two of you walked in silence. It was odd how it wasn’t an awkward silence; Jake was plastered and you were well, dressed like that. Jake did his best to walk by himself, every so often he’d crash into you. His bodyweight made you grunt, your hand placed on his stomach to help brace him. 

He stumbled into your room, reluctantly freeing himself and stumbling to the foot of your bed. He plopped down and rested his hands on his knees, a soft groan escaping his lips. You stood against the doorway just observing how slowly he moved and how all of his muscles tensed. 

He looked up at you once more to take it all in. His foggy brain was trying to string along coherent sentences, his eyebrows lowered as he stared. In return, you folded your arms over your chest, trumpet sleeves of your robe falling in front of you. “Do ya always wear that to bed?” he asked, his thick accent perking your ears. 

You bashfully looked down at the floor. “When I’m home I do—reminds me that I’m still a girl,” you said, a small smile forming as you looked up at him through your lashes. 

Jake’s face fell. It was easy to get lost in a sea of green flight suits and khaki uniforms in their profession. He’d seen you in formal dresses and casual sundresses when you went out with the team, this was much more, delicate—feminine. Turned his brain to a pool of pink heart shaped goo. He recalled a ball just after graduating from flight school, you and Phoenix for one of the first times got to dress up. “Sometimes it’s easy to forget y’all are still girls under those flight suits and helmets,” he teased. You got in his face that evening, telling him you could outfly him in heels. He fell in love with you that night. 

“I shouldn't have said that to you that night,” he admitted, sitting up a little straighter. 

“I didn’t take it personally,” you assured him. You held your tongue between your teeth, preventing yourself from saying that you did all this for your benefit, and not a mans, but you’d be more than happy for him to take it off of you. You bit down harder when you recalled the fantasies you’d fall asleep to time and time again of him, with his hand running up your thigh, pushing the silk closer to your waist—

“Still…” he managed, cutting off your thoughts. 

There was a long pause, the trumpet from the record player in the other room provided distant background noise. He stood as the music swelled, a whole band joining in as he sauntered to you. Every step he took was careful as if he was afraid to startle you. “Widow,” he spoke, the mention of your callsign making your chin rise to meet his longing stare. “Y/N.” Your name on his tongue was what did you in. 

“Y-yes,” you breathed. 

“You’re—” he paused again. You managed to look at the small movements his captivating face made: hesitant, searching. “Pretty.” 

Pretty. 

Jake Seresin was a man that had a way with words when it came to seduction. After a drink and a prospective date located, he turned into a thesaurus in an effort to woo her. Yet here he was, drunk and calling you pretty. The word still had its effect on your soul; a family of butterflies aggressively swarmed your stomach, your heart skipped a beat and sent a wave of warmth through you while your ears and brain worked together, committing the way he called you that to memory. He wasn’t trying to pick you up and take you home—he was just being honest. 

You smiled. 

“It’s the nightgown,” you justify, slinking away from him. 

Jake caught your wrist, gently pulling you back towards him. “You’re always pretty,” he told you. 

“You say that to all the girls,” you chuckle, suddenly slipping into the same old banter. 

The pilot released your hand and saw how your robe was coming undone from your movement. He shook his head and looked at you for approval. Your lips parted but you managed to nod shyly. His strong hands pushed aside your robe and a breath hitched in his throat as it fell off your shoulders. The cream spaghetti straps of your nightgown barely clung to your shoulders. A fuse blew in his brain as he looked at your chest, barely covered by delicate lace and dotted with pearls. “No,” he spoke, putting his hands on your waist. “Just you. It’s always been you.” 

“I-I don't live closer to the bar,” you said, suddenly recalling his excuse from earlier. 

“I know,” he said, pressing his lips against yours. 

He kissed as flawlessly as he looked. His lips were soft and tasted of faint cherry Chapstick, they glided along yours like they were meant to be there. Perhaps they were. You drop your hands, your robe pooling around you before you wrap your hands around his strong neck. 

Lips gently smacked as he deepened the kiss, guiding you back to the foot of the bed. You removed your hands as he sat down, you hiked up your gown and straddled him, sitting back on your knees. Jake gently held the sides of your face while he kissed you, his teeth dragging along your lower lip. You dipped your hands under his shirt, rock hard abs ridden with nerve induced goosebumps. 

Jake pulled back and took your hands, bringing them up to his gaze. “I’m still drunk,” he said softly, pressing a tender kiss to each of your palms, his green eyes never leaving your peaceful face. You nodded in response and let your tongue swipe your lips, tasting the remains of his kiss. Ever the gentleman. 

“Will I still look pretty in my flight suit tomorrow?” you questioned him as you traced his features with your fingertips while his fingers traced the lace on your back. 

Jake chuckled, “No one can fill out that shapeless uniform like you can, darlin’, no one in the world can look as pretty as you. No matter what you wear.” 

Leaning forward, you gently lowered him on the bed, your arm extending to turn off the light. The last thing Jake saw was you hovering over him, your nose scrunching as you smiled approvingly. He rolled you over, placing loving kisses on your jawline leaving a trail of complements in his lips wake.

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[mothdruid]

Texan Skies

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x fem!reader

summary: Natasha decided to throw a party at her house. after all of you getting drunk enough, a game of twister breaks out. during the game you noticed Jake was missing. you find him in the backyard, staring at the sky.

wc: 1k

warnings: fluff

a/n: wow, i wrote only fluff for once? wild.

“Bob, you need to keep your hand on red!” Mickey yelled as Bob lifted his hand up.

“But my nose itches.” Bob said in a defeated drunken tone. Mickey moved to scratch at Bob’s nose, finally giving him some relief. It was an insanely rare occasion, all of you being able to be like this. Natasha had decided to throw a house party, a dagger squad exclusive. All of you had brought your own drinks, the intentions of barely waking up tomorrow on everyone's mind. 

Drink after drink had led up to this. Natasha, Bob, and Reuben sprawled out on the old twister mat Natasha had dug out of somewhere. Mickey was in control of the spinner while the rest of you chimed in. A drunken haze had descended upon all of you, some of you a few shots further into the haze than the other. 

Bradley had encouraged all of you to start the night with shots of tequila. Natasha had protested and suggested shots of vodka instead. That led everyone to do a shot of both tequila and vodka. Everything was smooth after the initial shots, Javy making a multitude of mixed drinks for everyone to try. 

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this!” Reuben yelped as he tried to change his position slightly. You stared at the three pilots on the mat, not exactly sure where one began and the other ended. You leaned back against the couch, shoulder brushing and pressing against Bradley’s. Bradley tilted his head to look at you with a small smile on his face. You offered him a similar smile before looking back around the room. 

Bob, Natasha, Reuben, Javy, Bradley, Mickey. Suddenly it clicked in your brain. Jake was missing.You did a small double take, now noticing that Bradley’s attention was on Natasha yelling at Reuben not to give up. You stood up and slipped away, everybody too drunk to notice your absence. You crept to the bathroom, checking it to see if it was possible Jake wasn’t handling his liquor. After checking Natasha’s bedroom you went back to the living room, blocking out the sound of everyone drunkenly arguing. 

You stared at all of them, puzzled as to where Jake could have disappeared to. You turned to look outside through the sliding glass door, the night time darkness setting in fully. The shape of a man sat upon the picnic table in the backyard. You found your way to Natasha’s fridge, swiping a bottle of water before slipping out the sliding door. 

The cool night air felt nice on your hot alcohol inflamed skin. The sounds from inside turned into barely noticeable muffled noises, after you closed the door behind you. A smile pulled at your lips as you made your way over to the table. Jake sat there on top of the table, looking up at the stars. A beer bottle was still in his hands as he stared up at the sky. 

“Whatcha up to?” Your words had a minor slur to them. Jake barely acknowledged you, eyes fixated on the night sky.

“It’s almost like home.” A little bit of his Texan accent slipped through. It made your heart warm whenever Jake talked about Texas. You could tell it was a place he missed dearly. It wasn’t common of him to visit home, something he tried to do once a year if permitted to. Jake finally tore his stare from the sky, looking over at you. A soft look was in his eyes as his lips curled a little bit. 

Jake tilted his head towards the spot on the top of the picnic table next to him. A silent offer for you to sit next to him. You climbed up onto the table top, settling down next to him. Your knee brushed against his, making your heart flutter underneath your rib cage. You could feel the heat in your cheeks, Jake looking at you briefly before staring back at the sky. You cracked your water bottle open as you looked at the sky with him. 

“Texas has these gorgeous open skies.” Jake started up again. 

“Michigan has them too, but the trees make it hard to see them sometimes.” 

“Texas doesn’t have too many trees.” Jake quipped while bumping you with his elbow, then took a sip from his beer. You took the time to take a swig of your water. “Just a lot of open fields.” Jake looked back up to the sky. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, nursing your drinks while watching the stars. “I’d like to take you to see it some time.” 

“I’m not sure if Texas is the place for me.” The both of you broke out into laughter. It wasn’t a secret that you weren’t a fan of Texas, but for Jake you’d at least visit. Your arms bumped while you laughed. This closeness was what you always appreciated about him. You could always be yourself around Jake. Jake never judged you. 

“I know it’s not your thing. But just once. You have to see the Texas stars.” Jake sipped his beer again. “It’s the second prettiest thing I can think of.” A questioning look covered your face, wondering why he would say second. 

“Yeah? What’s number one then?” You asked with a small mocking tone. Jake paused for a moment, a smile covering his lips. 

“You.” 

The heat in your cheeks intensified. You? That had to be a mistake. “Jake, what are you saying?” You shook your head before looking over at him. He noticed the small confused look on your face. His emerald eyes locked with yours as he spoke again. 

“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Prettier than the Texan skies.” The two of you stared at each other for a moment, the both of you leaning in. His lips were soft on yours, gentle you might even say. Your lips moved together for a little bit longer, the two of you parting to stare into each other's eyes. A giggle bubbled up in you, the alcohol still running rampant through your system. 

“That’s quite the compliment Jake.” Your nerves started to catch up with you now, fingers tightening around your water bottle as you looked away. Jake just watched you, his lips tugging slightly to one side. 

“It’s the truth though.” Jake brought his fingers to your face, pulling you back to look at him. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

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[midnightdevotion]

Can I get either a Bradshaw!reader or Mitchell!reader x Robert 'Bob' Floyd fic where the reader dated Jake before she ever met Bob, so when she meets the Dagger Squad as Bob's girl, it's the first time she's seen Jake since they broke up? Reader would be engaged or married to Bob and her and Jake would have ended on really bad terms. If this isn't up your alley and/or makes you uncomfortable feel free to ignore this request. Lots of love regardless! 🥰🥰🥰

Yes of course!! This was such a fun thing to write, I made it kinda angsty but it ends cute! it has been posted and it's linked on my masterlist under bob as Anyone else

I hope you love it!! 🥹

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[honeypiehotchner]

Gravedigger’s Daughter (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part one

Holy shit I think I might be slowly coming out of my writing slump. Here’s the beginning of this mini-series about this fine ass man🤪 (Yes there will be smut later on)

Summary: You’re finally back in Fightertown to visit Penny and Amelia, but there also happens to be a group of aviators back at Top Gun. One of which who seems dead-set on wooing you.

WC: 3,996

Warnings: none, I think, unless you count Hangman’s shameless flirting

When Penny told you to come home, back to Fightertown, you should’ve known she had ulterior motives.

But what did you do? You drove down for the weekend anyway.

You’re currently living in the heart of San Diego, so you aren’t too far from Fightertown. You grew up there, but after your dad died, you and your mom had to move somewhere else. It hurt a little too much to be there right after the accident, but you never could move far.

Your mom passed away last year from a cancer that the doctors had found three years prior, just a few weeks after your dad’s death. The punches kept coming that year.

Now, you’re coasting. There isn’t much that a person can do when they’re in their twenties and have already lost their parents. Life feels…different without your mom. 

Penny has been trying every second she can to get you to come visit, but you’ve had a litany of excuses. Until today.

The Hard Deck doesn’t open to the public for a few hours, but you walk right in, sneaking up on Amelia who does her homework at the bar.

“Boo.”

“Aunt Y/N!” Amelia knows your tricks too well. She spins and throws her arms around your neck, hugging you tightly. This embrace alone is enough to tell you that it’s been too long.

“Hey kiddo,” you murmur. “I’ve missed you.” You hug her back just as tight, shaking her a little.

“I’ve missed you too!” Amelia pauses, looking over your shoulder before whispering, “Guess who’s here.”

“Who?” 

“Maverick,” Amelia says. “He’s outside with Mom.”

“What?” you nearly shriek, whirling around to look down at the beach. Holy shit. “What the hell is he doing here?”

“I have no idea,” Amelia shrugs. “But they’ve been talking for a while. Do you think they’ll get back together?”

Penny has no idea that Amelia knows about her and Maverick. You told Amelia it’s best to keep it a secret between you two that she knows. Penny will say something when she’s ready. Maybe.

But the idea of them getting back together? You scoff. “He’s gotta wait for Hell to freeze over first,” you chuckle. “Let’s go save her, shall we?”

Amelia grins. “Race you.” And she takes off.

“Oh shit.” You bolt after her, nowhere near as fast as you used to be, and Amelia seems to have just gotten faster.

“Mom!” Amelia shouts as she darts across the sand. You jump off the deck and roll, popping up on your feet. “Look who I found!”

“When did you get so fast?” you yell, loving the bewildered looks you get from Penny and Maverick. You clearly interrupted something, but you’re not sure yet if it’s a good thing.

“When did you get so slow?” Amelia fires back, her hands resting on her hips.

“You’re lucky you’re my niece,” you laugh. “Hey Pen.” You wrap your arms around her, squeezing tightly.

“I’m glad you could make it,” Penny says softly. She glances awkwardly at Maverick. “Uhm, you remember--”

“I can’t believe it,” Mav says. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same,” you reply. “You get into trouble again?”

He laughs. “Yeah, something like that. What about you?”

“Just missed these two,” you say truthfully, pulling Penny and Amelia into you by your arms. “You missed Penny, I’m presuming-- Ow!” An elbow to the ribs shuts you up real quick.

Maverick answers anyway. “I did. I really did.”

“Gross,” Amelia comments, wiggling out from your arm. “Can we get ice cream?”

“Have you had dinner?” Penny interjects.

“We can get dinner and ice cream,” you offer. “My treat. That okay?”

“Of course,” Penny nods. “You should come back to the bar later.”

“Alright,” you say, a little skeptical. She never outright asks like that unless she wants or needs you to be there. “I’ll put this rascal to bed and then head over.”

“You don’t need to tuck me in,” Amelia groans. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you ruffle her hair. “Race you.” And you take off, hearing Penny and Maverick laughing as you and Amelia kick up sand.

+++

Amelia spills everything over dinner and ice cream, catching you up with lightning speed.

Her dad (the Jackass, as you call him when Penny talks to you about him) has a new wife now, all cozy in his stupid Hawaiian home. You’ve never rolled your eyes so hard.

School is as boring as ever, but she’s managing. High school is new and weird but she has friends and seems to be doing okay. It’s hard not to when Fightertown is so close knit.

Too close knit. That’s part of why you and your mom had to move.

Amelia says Penny is still hung up on Maverick. “I’m not dumb,” Amelia says. “I can tell.” And that makes you laugh. Nothing gets past this kid. Granted, Penny and Maverick are painfully obvious about their feelings.

Speaking of that, when Amelia asks how you are, she follows it up with “And don’t say ‘good’ because you look rough.”

“Wow,” you chuckle, licking the ice cream off your spoon. “Thanks, Amelia.”

“Sorry,” she grimaces. “Mom says I don’t have a filter.”

“It’s okay,” you smile. “I am okay, though. Don’t worry. I’m sorry I don’t come see you enough. I really should visit a lot more.”

“You’re just twenty minutes away,” she murmurs. And that breaks your heart.

“I know, kiddo, I’m sorry.”

“Why don’t you move back here?” she asks. “Mom would let you stay with us until you got your own place.”

“I know she would,” you frown. “But my job is in San Diego. I’ll try to visit more, I promise. Seriously.”

“Okay.” You can tell she doesn’t really believe you, and you don’t blame her.

After talking with Amelia, you kind of need a drink. You’re kicking yourself the whole drive back to Penny’s, and then the whole walk over to The Hard Deck. The guilt will eat you alive if you let it, and you can’t. It’s all so complicated, why you couldn’t come visit as often as you should. 

You hear the music loud and clear before you’re even close, and you can’t help but grin. You missed this a lot more than you’re willing to admit.

The door is opened for you by a good looking man in uniform. And the entire Hard Deck is filled with others just like him.

Penny, you son of a bitch.

There’s a running joke between the two of you that you’re a bit of a loner while she’s the romantic. Between your dad’s death and your mom’s cancer diagnosis and eventual death, dating has never been on your mind. 

But clearly Penny has other ideas for you. Her grin when she spots you is a dead giveaway.

You approach the bar and shake your head. “I’ll get you back for this.”

“A beer? Perfect,” she winks, pouring you your favorite. “It’s on Maverick.”

“Huh?”

To your left, Maverick waves his cellphone.

“Ah,” you smirk, picking up your glass. “Someone didn’t read the rules.” No cell phones at the bar. You take a sip, whistling at the taste. “Damn. That’s good.”

“I’m glad,” Maverick deadpans.

“Come on, old man,” you grin, slapping him on the back. “Let’s see if it’s good enough for me to wipe the floor with you at darts.”

“Not a chance,” Maverick says quickly, hopping up and high tailing it to the dart board.

You get there first, though, but it’s occupied, so you have to do some good old fashioned sweet talking.

“Hey boys,” you grin. “Mind letting me and the old man in for a round?”

“Wow,” the one on the left says. “Maverick, wanna introduce us to your friend?”

Dammit. “Of course you know him,” you roll your eyes. “Fine, introduce us, Mav. I forgot you know everyone under the sun.”

“Y/N, this is Fanboy,” Mav points to the left, “and Payback,” he points to the right.

In the midst of these introductions, though, a crowd of others in uniform have joined the group, so Maverick continues.

“That’s Rooster,” the one with a mustache, “Phoenix,” the only woman, “Bob,” he looks shy, “and Hangman.”

“Pretty good call signs,” you nod. “Not bad. I’ll try to remember them, but no promises.”

“You got one?” Phoenix asks.

“Oh,” you chuckle. “No, not me. My dad was Gravedigger.”

“The Gravedigger?” Fanboy (you think) asks.

Here we go again. “Yep. Anyone wanna play darts? Loser buys me another beer,” you grin, taking a sip for effect, locking eyes with each of them.

“I’ll bite,” Hangman says, stepping forward. He hands off his pool stick to Rooster who rolls his eyes and walks away.

As does everyone else. It doesn’t take an idiot to see that the group’s Resident Playboy Charmer thinks you’ve fallen into his trap.

“Alright,” you act cool. “Let’s see what the Hangman’s got, shall we?” You grab your favorite darts, the ones with the red ends. Your dad always picked the red ones, at least. You used to go for blue before he died.

Maverick gives you a look, muttering, “Go easy.”

“Me?” you point at yourself. “Go easy?” You toss a dart at the board without looking -- and it hits the bullseye. “Never.”

Hangman stares at the board then looks at you. “Damn.”

“Good luck, Hangman,” Maverick says with a laugh. “Hope you’ve got money for beer.”

“You might should stay, Mav,” you chuckle, throwing your other darts, hitting each one with precision. “He might need your help.”

“I’ll be fine,” Hangman quips, grabbing the silver darts. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“Mhm,” you nod, calculating up your points before removing your darts from the board. “Go ahead.”

Hangman does his best, but he ends up buying you a beer. As you expected.

He gets himself another as well, following you back to the dart board.

“You didn’t learn your lesson, huh?” you ask, sipping, watching him pick up his darts. “Want me to beat your ass again?”

“If that’s what it takes for you to let me buy you a drink, then sure,” Hangman grins. “I’ll play darts all night, sweetheart.”

“Ah,” you raise your eyebrows. “Charming. If you wanted to buy me a drink, all you had to do was ask.”

“Good to know,” he says. “What if I want to take you out to dinner? I just have to ask?”

“You’ve gotta do a lot more than that,” you deflect. He can buy you drinks, he can play darts with you, but dinner and dates are where you draw the line. He’s shit at darts, though, so to lighten the blow, you say, “Win a round of darts, then maybe we can talk about dinner.”

Hangman nearly chokes on his beer. “Sounds good to me.”

You beat him round after round. You played ruthlessly, and he noticed, but he didn’t say anything. 

You let him buy you two more beers, only drinking half of the last one. It wasn’t your plan to spend the entire night playing darts with a naval aviator, but it happened anyway.

Most everyone has gone home, including all of the other pilots. Penny is cleaning glasses at the bar and Maverick is keeping her company, glancing your way every now and then. The loud music has been replaced with slower, softer songs as 1am creeps in.

Hours of deflecting personal questions end with Hangman asking the biggest one that you know he was holding onto.

“So…your dad was the Gravedigger?”

You toss a dart clumsily and it lands just below the bullseye. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Hangman says softly.

“It was years ago,” you shrug. “But thanks. I appreciate that.” You throw one more dart, lazily, it barely lands. “I should go.”

“Alright,” Hangman says. “Need a ride? Or company on the walk?”

“No thanks,” you smile. “I’m staying with Penny. But um, thanks for the darts. And beer.”

“Sure thing,” Hangman nods. “Goodnight.”

“Night,” you say, waving.

He dips his head respectfully, his southern roots coming out, as he turns and walks away.

You head up to the bar where Penny is smiling, smugly cleaning a glass. “What is that face?”

“What face?” Penny asks.

“That one,” you reply. “You ready to go?”

“Just been waiting on you,” Penny sings.

Maverick snickers to himself and hops off the stool. “Hangman’s a damn good pilot.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“Just saying,” Maverick says with a shrug, and an all too knowing smile. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Sure,” you reply slowly, watching the wistful look Maverick gives Penny. Seriously, he’s like a lost puppy.

Once Maverick is out the door, Penny starts in on you.

“Hangman, huh?” Penny says. “He’s attractive.”

“He’s shit at darts,” you laugh. “But I got free beer all night, so that’s nice of him.”

“He’s smitten.”

“He’s not,” you argue. “Maverick is, though.”

Penny scoffs and grabs her purse. “The past--”

“Is the past, I know,” you finish her sentence, despite the look she gives you. “Looks pretty present if you ask me.”

Penny hums, but says nothing else.

+++

You sleep on the couch at Penny’s and wake up early enough to have breakfast with Amelia before Penny takes her to school. Penny has to run some errands for the day, so you accompany her.

Later on, the two of you return to the Hard Deck for lunch, where the beach is…occupied.

“What the hell are they doing?” you ask. You can see clearly what they’re doing, but the question still slips out. 

“Looks like football,” Penny says, cracking a smile. “Why? You wanna join them?”

“No,” you reply. “But I wanted to get in the water.”

“I’m sure you still can,” Penny grins. “And you should.”

“Shut up,” you laugh. “Where’s the bread?”

After making your sandwiches, Penny insists that you eat outside. You could say it has something to do with the fact that even Maverick is out there, shirtless, sweating and playing football, but you don’t. 

Reluctantly, you follow her outside to a picnic table, watching her wave to Maverick. Which means everyone else has probably looked your way, including Hangman. 

Penny confirms it for you. “Y’know, if you’d look, you’d see Hangman waiting for you to turn your head.”

“Exactly why I’m not looking,” you retort. “How’s Mav look?”

Penny glares at you, but she can’t hide her grin. “He looks good. You know the exact kind of good that I mean, too.”

“Oh, Christ,” you grimace, trying to get the image of them two having sex out of your head.

“That’s what you get for teasing me,” Penny chuckles. “By the way, he’s stopped looking. They’re playing again.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“Fine, suit yourself.”

The curiosity nearly kills you, and you finally look. Penny was right; they’re playing again. But that doesn’t stop Hangman from finding your eyes and grinning. He doesn’t wave, but locking eyes is enough, and so is the wink he sends your way. And then he keeps playing, showing off his abs, his skills, and—

He looks the exact kind of good that Penny was talking about.

You quickly snap yourself out of it. Too bad it will never happen. 

Your mother always told you to never fall in love with a man like your father. Not because they’re bad men, in fact, they’re very good men. But the heartache that is left behind is too much to bear. The anxiety when they’re alive, wondering what day might be their last, will rot you from the inside out. It is difficult to stay sane. Staying sane is the hardest part. Next to grieving the loss. 

You went through it enough with your dad. You can’t do that to yourself again. 

“I’ve got some umbrellas in the back if you want,” Penny says out of nowhere.

“Huh?”

“If you want to sit on the beach for a while,” she adds, smiling softly. “Might make you feel better.”

She reads you too well. “Yeah,” you say. “Maybe. I might take a walk.”

“Okay,” she nods, standing up with her plate. “I’ll be here if you need me. Amelia’s going to a friend’s house after school.”

“Okay,” you reply. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” Penny smiles. “Take care of yourself.”

You look down at your half-eaten sandwich and contemplate tossing it. You decide to just leave it. You might want it later, or not, but you don’t have the energy to decide what to do with it right now.

You hop down the steps to the sand, walking in the opposite direction of the football game. There’s a lot of yelling, so someone must’ve done something good. Who knows. 

You should’ve known being back here would be this hard. This is exactly why you haven’t been here, and yet, you thought maybe it would be fine. Maybe enough time has passed. Maybe, maybe, maybe. 

You still remember walking this exact stretch of sand with your mom while your dad flew above. You’d always wave to any planes, hoping he was one of them. Or one of his buddies. Sometimes he’d tell you that he waved back, but you don’t know if he was saying that just to make you smile.

He did that a lot.

You find a shady spot and decide to sit down. You’re far enough from the football game that their hooting and hollering is quieter.

You lean your head against the tree and shut your eyes, letting the warmth envelope you.

A few moments of peace are all you get before you hear someone jogging toward you, the sand and shells crunching beneath their feet.

Opening your eyes, you see it’s none other than Hangman.

And you’re 99% sure everyone is watching.

“Hangman,” you call out, smirking a little. “There’s no dartboard here.”

“My wallet is relieved,” he teases, smiling back. He’s still shirtless. It’s hard to focus. “What are you up to?”

“Napping,” you reply. “I thought you were playing football.”

“Ah, we’re taking a break.”

You look behind him and see the game is still very much going on. Maverick has sat down and so has Hondo, but…everyone else is still playing. Meaning, Hangman should be back there, but instead chose to come talk to you.

“Sure,” you nod. “What do you want?”

“I can’t ask a pretty girl how she’s doing?” 

“Not this pretty girl,” you chuckle, accepting his shameless flirting. You shut your eyes once more. “She’s sleeping.”

“Well, I’ll wait for the sleeping beauty to finish getting her rest, then.”

He’s too much. He’s too good. Laying the charm on thick, layer after layer. His perfectly toned abdomen and smug smirk. You can’t help but open your eyes.

“Alright,” you say. “She’s awake. What did you really want, Hangman?”

“Just to say hi. And my name’s Jake, by the way,” he says. “I realized I never told you my legal name, just my call sign.”

“Nice to meet you, Jake,” you reply, smiling a little. “You probably answer more to Hangman now, anyway.”

“Yeah, it stuck hard.”

“I used to call my dad by his call sign when I needed to get his attention,” you say, not sure why you decided to share this memory. “Nothing like a twelve year old yelling out, ‘Gravedigger!’ in a grocery store.”

Hangman laughs. “I can practically hear it myself.”

“Me too,” you murmur.

“Mind if I sit?”

You gesture to the spot next to you. “Go ahead.”

Hangman sits, bending his knees and resting his arms there. He looks out at the water before looking back at you. Underneath the tint of his sunglasses, you can just barely see his eyes scanning your entire face. “What do you think your call sign would be?”

“I dunno,” you shrug. “I’m not a pilot.”

“Oh, come on, darlin’,” the pet name rolls off his tongue with ease. “You of all people are allowed an honorary call sign.”

“I’ve never thought about it.”

“I think you’d be… the Mortician.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re real proud of yourself for that one, huh?”

“My call sign ideas are great.”

“Mm…”

“Hangman is clever!”

“I’ll give you that, it is.”

“Thank you.” He grins. “I appreciate that.”

“Anytime,” you reply. It slips out too easily. The slight desire to let there be another time. Or anytime. Why does it feel so easy? You nod toward the football game. “Looks like they’re playing without you.”

He glances over and shrugs. “I’ll let them have it.”

“You done playing?”

He shakes his head, feigning contemplation. He raises one hand, “Football with a bunch of aviators I see all day long anyway,” he pauses, raising the other hand, “or talking to you.” He looks over, shrugging. “I’ll pick you.”

“Wow,” you raise both eyebrows. “Pretty bold considering we just met and all I did was kick your ass.”

“Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment.”

“You’re something.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What am I exactly, sweetheart?”

“Let’s see,” you start counting on your fingers. “A flirt, a player, a pilot -- that’s at least a good one.” Hangman laughs. “God awful at darts, a sweet southern boy, yet somehow, also a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Come on,” you give him a look. “It’s all over your face. It’s all over your friend’s faces. I get it, you’re the one who always gets the girl. But if you’re trying to woo me, it’s a lost cause, Jake.”

“Who says?”

“I do,” you murmur. “I went through enough having a dad in the exact same profession.”

He nods, understanding now. “Right, I see.” He pauses, looking a bit sad. “Am I still allowed to talk to you or…?”

“Yes, oh my God, it’s not that serious,” you laugh. “I just wanted to let you know it’s um… You’re fighting a losing battle and I don’t wanna lead you on. I’d rather be upfront about it now.”

“I appreciate that,” he says. “I guess I should get back to the game, huh?”

“Before Mav comes looking for you, yeah,” you reply. “Have fun.”

“Oh, I will, sweetheart,” he says, standing to his feet. He tilts his sunglasses down to wink at you. “I always do.”

You roll your eyes as he jogs off, waving his arms so someone will toss the ball down to him. Surprisingly, he catches it, and takes off, almost getting tackled before he reaches the end.

You take a few more minutes to yourself before beginning the trek back to The Hard Deck.

Penny is waiting inside in the AC, cleaning glasses and preparing for tonight. With all these aviators back at Top Gun, it’s bound to be another busy night.

“Hey lover,” she says, grinning. “I saw Hangman hunt you down.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. He is persistent, that’s for damn sure. “He did.”

“So… How’d that go?”

“I let him down easy.”

“Mm,” Penny nods, expecting that. “How’d he take it?”

“He’s fine,” you say, chuckling. “I’m not banning him from speaking to me. I just let him know it’s never gonna happen, so he doesn’t waste his time.”

“Huh.”

“What?” you huff.

“Nothing,” Penny shrugs, putting a glass away. “I just remember telling Maverick the same thing, and yet here he is.”

“Well, that’s you and Maverick,” you say, ready to be done with discussing this. She’s making it a much bigger thing that it needs to be -- or is. “Do you need help getting ready to open?”

Penny accepts the subject change and backs down. “There’s some extra glasses in the back, can you grab them? And check for any chips in them, please.”

“Sure thing,” you nod, ready for some mindless work.

Through the window you can see the football game is still going strong. Maverick has joined again, and narrowly misses being tackled by Phoenix. 

Hangman looks your way and locks eyes with you, but you quickly look away.

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[hellsbarnes]

Thotty thursday request, hangman and you screwing before training please!! I love your writing!

୨ 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙮 ₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙟.𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙣 ୧

pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x aviator!fem!reader

summary: hangman and you get it on before training after two weeks without sex

warnings: nsfw, 18+, mdni, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie (please don't read if you're uncomfortable)

word count: 1k

author's note: welcome to my second thotty thursday fic, i hope you enjoy it and please remember to reblog and leave a comment, thank you!

“The dog fight’s in an hour, get ready,” Maverick had said as he dismisses the quick meeting that the he had called, it was supposed to be a lazy Saturday, the squad had their plans set but it wasn’t exactly a surprise, because the admiral had the habit of having Mav pull trainings on you all.

You groaned, you had plans too, most of it included screwing your boyfriend into next week because after two weeks of Jake being away for training, theory tests and so much more, it was safe to say your pussy was aching terribly for his cock to stretch you out and honestly you were already sick of that pretty pink toy you had buried in your cupboard.

Sighing, you headed to your room, putting on your flight suit, pulling your hair into a neat bun, tucking your lucky charm, a keychain that your boyfriend had given you into your pocket, you were about to leave the room when Jake walks in, he had already suited up and you couldn’t stop the smirk that formed on your face when you saw just how damn good he looked in his suit, and boy oh boy that coy smile he had plastered on his face as he walked towards you, a hint of the devil in those gorgeous emerald green eyes that could get you on your knees in seconds,

“Back again Lieutenant?” you asked as he slowly but surely backed you up and against the cold wall of the room, he leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his hands roamed your body, making you bite back a moan when he slides his hand over your covered cunt, his thumb pressing against your clit.

“You left me all hot and bothered baby,” he says, his voice low and gruff as he presses himself against you.

“Not my fault that Mav called for a meeting,”

“Wanna finish it Angel?” he asks, his mouth moving to your neck, the moan that you had stifled escapes when he bites down on the flesh.

“Of course,” you reply, pulling him close, moaning when he crashes his lips onto yours harshly, savagely, all tongues and teeth, he pulls you even closer, his hand working at the opening of your suit, pulling it down your shoulders as he massages your breast, making you whimper when he rolls your nipple between his fingers.

“Love it when you do that,” he groans against your lips as you smirk, your hand sliding down to palm him through his pants, easily popping the button and pulling his rock hard cock out from its constraints, pumping it up and down, your thumb swiping over his leaking tip, using his precum as lubrication as he gives in to your advances.

“Shit, not gonna cum like that sweets, come here,” he growls, pushing you against the wall as you work your legs out from the restraints of your suit, you whimper as Jake lifts your leg up, his cock pressing against the folds of your wet, dripping cunt.

“Please,” you moaned, feeling his tip push into you slowly as you bite down on your lip in anticipation.

“Tell me what you want sweets,” Jake replies, his voice smooth as he slides his cock up and then your slit, the thought of having him balls deep inside of you made you whimper.

“I need you to fuck me, please,” you beg, and that was all it took for Jake to slam into you making you cry out as he stretches you out so deliciously, it had been two whole weeks since you’ve had him and it felt like forever, he barely gave you time to adjust before he simply pulls out, thrusting back into your heat, making you moan as he moves, bucking his hips as his cock, now wet with your arousal slides in and out of your cunt with ease.

“You’re still so fucking tight,” Jake groans, lifting your leg just a little higher so he could slide in deeper and he did, ramming into you over and over again, your nails digging into his clothed shoulder as you hung on for the ride, your head falling back, your chest heaving as you gasped for much needed air, you could feel his grip on your thigh tightening and honestly, you didn’t give a flying fuck if he left bruises all over your skin, Jake loved marking you as his, and you loved it.

“Never fucked anyone else while I was away,” you whimper as he presses against you.

“I’m the only one who gets to fuck this pretty pussy,” Jake growls, making you moan, the sound of skin slapping against skin was simply pornographic and with the speed that he was going at, it didn’t take long for you to come undone, moaning when his lips grazed your neck, feeling his breath against the shell of your ear as he thrust into you harder, faster, his tip brushing your sweet spot each time he did, pushing you further to the edge of orgasm as your walls clenched down tightly around him.

“Want you to fill me up Jake, please,” you cry as he pounds into you mercilessly, not stopping as your walls clamped around his cock.

“Want me to fill this pussy up princess?”

“Give it to me,” You beg as Jake grunts, his thrusts growing more and more erratic, and it didn’t long for you to come undone, your pussy pulsating as you cum around his cock, a loud moan escaping your lips as you dive headfirst into euphoria, the feeling of your you coming was more than enough to send him to his own end, his cock throbbing as he empties himself deep inside of you, coating your walls with his seed, both of you breathless, panting hard as he pulls out of you, white stickiness sliding your thigh as he did.

“God, I love you,”

“I lov-“

“I swear if you two are screwing inside-”

“Fuck” you mumble under your breath when you hear Maverick outside, you glanced at the clock realising it was a close ten minutes before training began. 

“You owe me ten old man!” you hear Rooster yell. 

“Are you two done yet?!” 

note: thank you for reading, i hope you enjoy it and please remember to reblog!

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙮

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[sarahsmi13s]

Told Them (pt 2)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x wife!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n seresin, grayson seresin, kennedy seresin, dagger squad, penny benjamin

warnings: third person pov, she/her pronouns used, domestic hangman, i believe that’s it

word count: ~2.9k

a/n: 3/3 (2/3) okay so I know i said this was supposed to be 3 parts but had i done this last part all at once it would have been unproportional: 3.4k (part 1), 2.9k (part 2) and then 9.4k (part 3)

soooo i broke part three up into 3 parts 

lightly proof-read

part 3 summary: after nearly losing his son, jake decides to tell the team about his family and invites them to his home for a cookout

part 3.2 summary: the squad has arrived, let the meet and greet commence!

pt 1  pt 2  pt 3.1  pt 3.3

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The doorbell ringing startled Y/N as she seasoned the handmade burger patties.

“You good?” Jake laughed as he walked past her, just having come in from prepping the grill. “Shut it.” She rinsed her hands and wiped them on the towel by the sink before following Jake to the door.

Jake smiled down at her before opening the door. 

“Admiral Simpson, glad you could make it,” Y/N smiled as Cyclone and Jake shook hands. “Please, Mrs. Seresin, call me Cyclone.” She rolled her eyes, “We aren’t too keen on call signs while at home Admiral, and you can call me Y/N.” He chuckled, “Of course, call me Beau.” Y/N and Jake stepped to the side to let him in.

“How’s Grayson?” Jake closed the door, “Uh, he’s sore. But the medicine helps. Frustrated to say the least.” 

Beau nodded. “Also, something came up and Warlock won’t be able to make it. Is, uh, anyone else here?” “That’s okay and you’re the first one actually, I’m still setting up in the kitchen. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

Jake and Beau went into the living room. “Kennedy, Grayson, you remember Cyclone right?” 

Both kids looked up, Kennedy nodding and waving at him. Cyclone smiled and waved back. Grayson shifted to stand and shake the admiral's hand. 

“Grayson, you don’t have to do that,” Beau held up his hands to keep Grayson seated, but still shook the boy’s hand.

The doorbell rang again and Y/N answered it. 

“Pete, Penny, hi!” They greeted with hugs. “Y/N,” Penny smiled as she hugged her before taking the two six packs from Mav. “I know we’re early, anything you need help with?” “Yes, please. I’m still trying to get the ice chest filled, and I could use an extra set of hands.”

“Darlin’, who’s here?” Jake’s voice rang out from the living room. “Pete and Penny!” 

She turned to the couple, “Pete, Jake and Beau are in the living room, Kennedy and Grayson are too. Make yourself comfortable.” Penny and Y/N went to the kitchen and Mav went to the living room.

About 10 minutes later, someone just walked in. 

“Seresins, the party has arrived,” Javy voice and laughter rang out in the house.

“Uncle Cy!” Kennedy launched herself off the couch and ran to the door. “Princess, be careful!” Jake tried to scold, but couldn’t stop the smile on his face. 

Javy came into the room, Kennedy on his hip. “Admiral, Captain,” he greeted the two with a nod. 

“Hey, Uncle J,” Grayson waved a little. “Hey G, how you feelin’?” “Better, thanks.”

Javy turned to Jake, “Where’s the missus?” Jake gestured over his shoulder, “Kitchen with Penny. I think they’re just talking now.” Javy nodded and set Kennedy down so she could settle in by her brother while they watched Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

“Hey, Javy, anyone comin’ in behind you?” “I think Rooster, Phoenix, and Bob were. Not sure though.” Jake nodded and pushed out of his chair. “I’ll be back.”

Jake went into the kitchen, Y/N was in deep conversation with Penny. “Hey, Sweetheart?” 

She glanced at him, and held a finger up while nodding to what Penny was saying. “Yeah, that sounds fun. I’m glad Amelia has a path she wants to follow. But I will say, she needs to be prepared for anything. And that it’s okay for plans to change.”

She turned to Jake, “Yes, Honey?” Jake smiled, “We got new faces showing up, figured you want to be with me when they got here.” Y/N nodded and smiled, “Of course, yeah. We just got all the drinks into these coolers, they probably should go outside before everyone gets here.” Jake nodded, “Okay, I will-”

The doorbell cut him off. 

“Guess they’re here.” Y/N looked to Penny, “Go make yourself comfortable in the living room.”

As Y/N and Jake went to the door he put his hand on the small of her back to relax her nerves. 

He pulled open the door to reveal Payback and Fanboy, instead of the other three he thought would be there. “Hey, guys.” “Hey, Hangman.” “Hey.” 

“Payback, Fanboy, this is my wife Y/N; Doll, this is Reuben and Mickey,” Jake introduced, a proud smile on his face.

She smiled back and opened her arms for a hug, which the two accepted, “Hi, it’s nice to meet you guys. Jake tells me a lot about you.” “Really?” “Yeah, all the time. Mainly when you bet 200 push-ups during an exercise, he wouldn’t stop complaining.” 

Payback cringed, “Yeah, not our brightest moment.” “Our? You said it. I just went along with it.” Y/N laughed and gestured for them to come inside.

Jake closed the door and followed behind them to the living room. 

“Grayson, will you pause the movie?” “Yes ma’am.” As he did so, he noticed the two new faces in the room and he got a little anxious.

“Kennedy, Grayson, this is Reuben and Mickey. They fly with your dad,” she said, nerves hidden to the untrained ear. 

Grayson carefully leaned forward to shake their hands. Kennedy sat up and tilted her head, “Mickey? Like the mouse?” Fanboy chuckled and nodded, “Yeah Kennedy, like the mouse.” “That’s so cool.”

Mickey chuckled at the five year old and caught the paused scene behind him. “Wait, are you watching Captain America?” Grayson nodded, “Yeah, it’s one of her favorites, Mom’s too.” “I love that one!”

Y/N smiled, “So, that’s why they call you ‘Fanboy’?” Mickey nodded, “Yeah.” She nodded and gestured to the furniture, “Feel free to sit wherever. As soon as the others get here we’ll probably move outside.” Reuben and Mickey found a seat and Grayson unpaused the movie.

Y/N pushed Jake to the kitchen so they could get the ice-chests. “Which has what?” Jake asked. “The big one’s got beer, a few ciders, and water. This one got sodas, water, and Kool-Aid.” Jake nodded and bent over to move the cooler.

“Uh, no sir. Do not try to carry that by yourself,” Y/N scolded, rolling the small one to the patio door. 

Jake straightened his back a little before reaching over and grabbing the handle. “And do not drag it over my hardwood floor!” Y/N’s voice called from around the corner. Jake huffed but laughed, “Yes ma’am.” 

She came back and grabbed the other handle, “Let’s go, cowboy.” They lifted it together and took it outside.

They came back in and went to the living room.

“So, Grayson, how old are you?” Jake and Y/N stopped when they heard Payback ask. “Oh, I’m 16, turned 16 back in May.”

Y/N held her breath a little bit and Jake squeezed her hand and whispered in her ear, “It’ll be okay.”

“Oh, that’s cool. So, you’ll be a junior?” Y/N let out the breath and Jake rubbed the back of her hand.

They walked the rest of the way into the living room. 

“Yeah, I’m ready for school to start.” “Really?” Pete asked. Grayson nodded, “Yeah, sitting around with nothing to do is really hard for me. I’m always doing sports or something.” The group nodded and the doorbell rang.

“If you guys want to head out back, we’ll be out there in just a minute,” Jake told them, gesturing to the sliding glass door. 

He placed his hand on the small of Y/N’s back and guided her to the door.

Y/N took a deep breath as Jake opened the door, revealing three people. 

“Hey guys.” “Hey Hangman. We weren’t sure what to bring so we brought assorted chips,” Rooster chuckled as he held up the bag. Y/N smiled and took the bag, “Thank you, you didn’t have to. But it’ll certainly help.” 

Jake smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, “Rooster, Phoenix, Bob, this is my lovely wife Y/N; Y/N this is Bradley, Natasha, and Bob.” 

Y/N smiled and hugged them, “Hi, it’s nice to meet you guys! I’ve heard a lot about you. You specifically Bob.” A light dusting of pink splayed over his face as he hugged her.

“Well, we haven’t heard a lot about you. But I’m definitely excited to do so,” Phoenix teased, wrapping her arms around Y/N. Y/N smiled, “Well, let’s hope I don’t disappoint.” She turned to Rooster, who actually embraced her first.

“Come in, come in,” Y/N said when she pulled away from the hug and waved for them to follow her. 

They passed the empty living room. 

“Living room got a little full, everyone’s outside,” she explained, feeling the confusion of the three behind her. They nodded and followed her outside.

Y/N got her kids attention, and brought the three new guests over. 

“Kids, this is Bradley, Natasha, and Bob. They also fly with your dad.” Grayson once again leaned forward to shake their hands, “Nice to meet you.” They nodded at him, “Nice to meet you too, Grayson.”

Kennedy smiled and gave them a small wave, acting a little more shy now. 

Phoenix knelt down in front of her, “Hi, Kennedy. I’m Natasha.” Kennedy’s eyes lit up, “Natasha? Like Black Widow?” Y/N chuckled a little, “Black Widow is one of her favorites.” Phoenix laughed, “Well, in that case. Yes, exactly like Black Widow.” She tapped Kennedy’s nose, making her laugh, before standing.

“Hey, that’s an unfair advantage!” Rooster joked, laughing. “Don’t worry Bradshaw, Kenni loves everyone. I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Jake called over from where he was getting the grill started. 

Bradley chuckled and nodded as everyone watched Kennedy run off to go play with a tiny basketball. 

“He’s right. It might take her a minute, but she’ll be crawlin’ in your lap before the night is over I’m sure of it,” Y/N smiled and patted his arm.

Y/N went to start setting up the ‘set-up’ table and everyone started making conversation.

“Grayson, you said you play sports?” Payback asked. Grayson nodded, carefully shifting to get more comfortable in the deck chair, “Yeah, helps keep me busy.” The aviators nodded. 

“What sports do you play?” Rooster asked, leaning back in his chair.

Grayson chuckled a little bit, “Pretty much any that I can. But football, basketball, and baseball are by goto’s. I tried soccer when I was 10 but there was only fall and spring, which took time away from football and baseball. But I gave it a shot.”

The aviators took notice that Grayson wasn’t really talking about his injuries. Like right now he could have brought them up in relation to sports, how he wasn’t going to get to play or that he may never play again. 

But he didn’t, he talked as if he was perfectly fine.

So, they didn’t bring them up unless it was brought up by him or his parents first.

Bradley nodded, “I loved baseball in high school. What position do you play?” “Catcher, usually, I may play outfield every once in a while. My mom was a catcher in high school and dad…” Grayson paused trying to remember. “Hey, Dad? What position did you play in baseball?” 

Jake did look up from the grill when he answered, “Firstbase, I could pitch if needed though.” Grayson nodded, “Right, yeah.”

The group nodded and Fanboy spoke up. “What about basketball?” 

“Oh, uh,” he scratched the back of his neck. “It really depends, I guess. Back in Texas I was usually a point guard or a forward. I was not the tallest on the team.” 

“How tall are you?” Bob asked, he assumed since Jake was tall, Grayson was tall. “About 6’1 – 6’2, just hit a growth spurt this past year. Get my height from my uncle, he’s like 6'4.”

Y/N chuckled when she heard that as she stepped outside to hand Jake the patties and hotdogs. 

“Yeah, Jake’s not very happy that he has to look up at him,” she tiptoed to kiss her husband’s cheek. “But I’m sure Kennedy is gonna be taller than me, so he won’t be alone.” Jake laughed, “Yeah, my sisters are a little above average height.”

Speaking of Kennedy, she ran up to Y/N, pulling on the green over shirt gently. “Mama?” “What Princess?” “Can I have a Kool-Aid?” “Sure, baby.”

The aviators watched the simple interaction and smiled. 

Bradley looked over at Jake and saw Jake’s expression. It was the softest he had ever seen him. It reminded him of his own dad, oddly enough. Just the pure love in his eyes was what he saw directed at his mother. He glanced at Mav who obviously saw the same thing.

Bradley jumped when he felt something cold hit his knee, he looked up to see Kennedy holding the blue Kool-Aid out to him. 

“Uncle Bradley, can you open this, please?” He smiled, “Course.” She placed it into his open palm. He easily twisted it off and handed the now open bottle to her. “There ya go, Ken.” “Thank you!” She smiled and went over to Mickey, crawling up beside him to sit down and drink her Kool-Aid.

“So, Y/N, what do you do for work?” Y/N opened the assorted bag of chips and dumped them onto the table. “I’m a hairstylist. I mainly focus on coloring and stuff like that, but I do cater to the military community when needed.” 

Jake pointed to her with his spatula, “She was booked out the ass in Texas.” “Language,” Kennedy said from her spot. “Right, sorry, princess.”

The aviators laughed. Mickey looked down at Kennedy, “Where’d you hear that?” “Captain America said it, in the one where they fight the big robot,” she said, drinking her Kool-Aid. “You and I are gonna be great friends, Ken.”

They all fell back into an easy flowing conversation, everyone making jokes. Bob, Bradley and Javy offered their help but Y/N just waved them off.

Kennedy had finished her drink and had been playing in the yard. 

“Kennedy, sweetie, come on. Let’s go wash your hands.” “Okay, Mama!” The little girl slid down the slide on her play set.

Y/N chased her into the house, washing her hands at the kitchen sink. Then she remembered something.

She opened the kitchen window. 

“Grayson!” She tried to get her son’s attention but he was so caught up in the conversation he was having with Rooster that he didn’t hear her. 

“Gray- Oh my goodness.” “I don’t think he can hear you Mama.” “Me either baby.”

But Bob heard her and turned, using his thumb to point to Grayson making sure he heard right. She nodded at him and he nodded, turning to get the teen’s attention.

“No, but this guy was seriously thinking he was better than the senior catcher as a freshman. It was-” “Hey, Grayson, your mom’s trying to get your attention,” Bob cut in.

The 16 year old perked up and looked for his mom, finally spotting her in the kitchen window. 

“Yes ma’am?” “How you feelin’? Do you need your pain meds?” “I’m all good right now, Mom. Thank you!” He winced a little bit, “Actually, could I get some ice?” “You got it.” “Thank you.”

Once Y/N and Kennedy came back outside and gave Grayson his ice pack, the feast began.

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Reuben and Javy set up a folding table next to the normal glass patio table the Seresins usually ate at and they all sat down to eat.

Their plates were full and not much later so were their stomachs, but they still went in for seconds. And of course had room for dessert.

“This peach cobbler is sooo good,” Payback complimented, taking a huge bite. “Yeah, this is delicious Mom.” 

Y/N smiled, “Thank you. It’s actually my grandma’s recipe, she used to make it all the time when Jake and I were kids.”

Jake nodded, “Oh yeah, her house always smelled like some kind of dessert. But you’ve got to try her cousin’s dirt cake.” He did a chef’s kiss. Y/N nodded along with her husband, “Oh yeah, when we have any family get togethers when people get a plate of food, they usually get a bowl of her dirt cake. I’ve tried to make it, but it’s never the same.”

“Wait, you said when you and Jake were kids?” Natasha asked, her arm wrapped around Kennedy who had seated herself in the pilot's lap after she finished dessert. “He said you’d been married for 15 years but I didn’t know you’d known each other that long.”

Both nodded, “Yeah, our parents became friends in college.” “I was born in October the year my parents graduated and she was born the next year.” “It was inevitable that we would be best friends. And everyone in the neighborhood had a bet going if we would end up together.”

Jake grabbed her hand, “Yeah, nothing could really take us apart. We never let girlfriends or boyfriends try to tell us not to be friends. I think deep down we both knew we were it for the other person.” 

He brought Y/N’s wrist to his lips and kissed the tattooed ‘JS’ that resided there.

If the squad’s hearts hadn’t already melted before, they sure were now. They had never seen Jake so relaxed before.

The moment was disrupted by Kennedy slipping down from Natasha’s lap. “Uncle Bob, can you push me on the swing?” Bob smiled at her. “Of course, let’s go.”

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