#siempre buckys blurb night

[siempre-bucky]

hi!!! i love your writing so much! could i request (for blurb weekend) 12 and 42 from the first prompt list, for hangman?? tysm, hope you have a great weekend <3

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: The team is traveling to a spring getaway upstate and when you notice the wildflowers in full bloom you ask a grumpy Jake to pull over.

twelve: rolling down the window of the car

forty two: realising their feelings

WC: 964

A/n: I hope you like it!!!!

Join my blurb weekend!

He called him Slow Ride for a reason. Jake had been following behind the bronco for a good five miles with no way to pass on the busy highway. The blond had a grip so tight on the steering wheel his knuckles were turning white; he’d rip the wheel clean off if it weren’t for you beside him. Your giggles weren’t for the video you were looking at, you were laughing at him. 

Mav and Ice had the bright idea to rent a cabin or two up north and let their team relax in the fresh spring air. Jake agreed it was a good idea in the beginning; go on a couple of hikes with his best friend, tease Natasha and Callie about the bugs, and shove Bradley into the lake (a few times). He just wanted to get there—not stuck behind Bradshaw. 

“Your face is going to freeze that way,” you teased from the passenger seat, shimmying to make yourself comfortable in his truck. You shifted your gaze in time to see him release his death drip, the color returning to his strong hands. A victorious smile graced your lips, Jake frowned deeper. “What’s wrong with you, Grumpy? You were all giddy and shit when you picked me up this morning.” 

“Jus’ want to get there,” he sighed, taking one hand off the wheel to scrub his face in an attempt to shake it off. 

You rolled your eyes, you’d always thought he could learn a thing or two from Rooster. Stop and smell the roses, the whole nine yards! For as long as you’d known your friend he was always moving at a fast pace, not taking the time to rest. He was just as fast on land as he was in the air. While in your thoughts, you looked out the freshly washed window and watched the lush green hills come toward you. Spring has been kind to them. 

The green became spotted with bright purples and oranges as they came closer into view. Your lips parted in awe, it was wildflower season. “Jake!” You exclaim suddenly, jolting in your seat and turning your attention to the passenger side window. The flowers were coming and you didn’t want to miss a moment. 

“What!” He gasped, looking down at his gauges. Did he hit something? Was he getting a flat tire? Smoke? The aviator within him switched on, pressing buttons to quickly check everything and not hit the Bronco in front of him. His heart started to thump in his chest, not my baby, he thought about the beloved black pickup. The panic turned into annoyance like he was splashed with ice water. 

“Roll down the windows!” You instruct, blindly slapping at his arm. 

A long string of curses left his lips but he yielded and soon enough the floral breeze entered the cabin. You breathed it in, turning your nose up to the air. Jake lightly pressed on the brake, giving Rooster more room. Letting out a sigh, you looked over to see Jake looking back at you. You noticed the way his hair blew in the wind without any gel in it and how the sun hit his features just right. His green eyes looked prettier than the hills in the sun. Then he smiled and a sudden pang hit your heart. You never noticed his smile when he was relaxed. 

Oh. 

You ignored the feelings and memories that all started to connect and looked out at the hills, noticing a flat area up ahead. “Pull over! We should look at the flowers, they won’t be like this for long!” 

“We’ll lose them,” he complained, fighting back a childish whine. Your eyes narrowed as did his, locked in a bitter battle. 

“We have GPS,” you stated evenly, shifting towards him. “Don’t let Iceman—Admiral Kazanzky, US Pacific Fleet Commander find out you were mean to me on a bonding trip.” 

You baited him like a fish. 

His eyes narrowed more, “They underestimate you,” he deadpanned before loudly flipping on the blinker and pulling over to the side of the road. 

You hopped out of the truck and it felt like the opening to The Sound of Music. You twirled in the wildflowers, letting the breeze hit your face as you stopped in the middle of the small field. There were a few others, lying in the flowers and taking photos. As they should, you thought to yourself. 

Jake grumbled to himself as he got out and stepped over the wood barricade dividing the road and the grass. He sent a text to Javy letting him know about the detour as he walked through the field, being mindful of the delicate orange flowers below him. He looked up just in time to see you trip over something and fall onto your back. “Shit,” he whispered, picking up the pace. 

He calmed once he heard your giggles, he let out a breath and looked down, covering you from the sun. “How can you fly a plane but not walk?” he teased, holding out his hand to help you up. You rolled your eyes and stood, slightly falling into his space from the pull. 

Jake looked at you as you stepped back, noticing your smile and the few blades of grass stuck in your hair. Absentmindedly, he reached and gently pulled them out for you. Your eyes opened wider and your eyebrows creased in subtle shock. His gaze focused, seeing you amongst the beauty of spring. “You’d be surprised at what I can do,” you joked, bending down to pick up one of the orange flowers, holding it out to him as you returned to full height. 

His eyes never left you. He took the flower and a rosy blush overtook his cheeks. 

Oh.

#siempre buckys blurb night #top gun maverick #top gun #hangman #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin imagine

[crazyk-imagine]

Fic Recs

Top Gun + Top Gun: Maverick

Fics

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Head in the clouds // I get a kick out of you by @callsign-dragonbaron

Iceman Masterlist by @youlightmeupfinn

Risky business by @hotgirlmav

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Falling In and Out of Love by @youlightmeupfinn

Be my angel by @mitchellpete

Nick “Goose” Bradshaw

Gold Rush by @duchesstypewriter

Jake “Hangman” Seresin 

Good... Very Good by @enchanting-eloquence

Take me to bed by @siempre-bucky

Hangman Boyfriend x reader by @seasonsbloom

Pay your tab by @multifandomfanfic

Do not disturb by @callsign-valley

Icarus and the moon // Pt.2 by @reverierogers

The last word by @sunlightmurdock

Parling spots and Matcha Lattes // Filet mignons and parking spots by @withahappyrefrain

Who did this to you? by @justfandomwritings 

Hangover by @stillsaltyaboutmcr

Robert “Bob” Floyd 

Misquoute by @welcome-to-writers-haven

You look good in yellow by @cowboybeepboop

Top Gun Nine-Nine by @3tabbiesandalab

A friendly push by @skvatnavle

Stiff competition by @roosterforme

Under the burning sun by @skvatnavle

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw 

Pursuit by @sunlightmurdock

Remember You Even When I Don't by @beyondthesefourwalls

Blurbs

Plan G by @letsgotothefantasyworlds-blog

Hangster and reader by @callmefirefly

Icemav and Hangster by @ouizzyharringrove

Icemav by @writernothingness

Hangster by @fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur

Hangster by @fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur

Over text by @fxderchen

Writers

@hederasgarden

@callsign-dragonbaron

@jakeseresins

@callsign-phoenix

@callsignbob

@topgun-imagines

@imjess-themess

@augustinescruelsummer

@bradshaw-fanclub

Outer Range

Fics

Rhett Abbott

The Duality of Man by @3tabbiesandalab

Branded // Part 2 @3tabbiesandalab

Writers

@hederasgarden

@rhettabbotts

Stanger Things

Fics

Eddie Munson

June Baby // Part 2 by @luveline

Wrapped around your finger by @lilacletter

I was made for lovin’ you by @milkiane

The stars at lover’s lake by @stranger-nightmare

More pushin’ for the kushin’ by @innerstrawberryheart

Mystery Girl by @munsonslove

Single dad! Eddie drabbles by @luveline

Everybody’s talking up a storm (act like they don’t notice) by @iliaclwrites

Writers

@hellfireclubmember

@luveline

Steddie 

Mouse Trap by @wordynerdygurl

Blurbs

Reader and the older kids by @josephines-simps-fics

Dustin calling Steddie his dads by @thegoblinking06

Bridgerton 

Fics

Benedict Bridgerton

An artist’s touch by @mrsbbridgerton

I love you as one loves certain obscure things by @letterstotheflre

Happy birthday, Mr. Bridgerton by @fayes-fics

Sonnet #29 by @fayes-fics

As a kite by @saintlike78

Touch: the following autumn by @eleanor-bradstreet

Anthony Bridgerton

Are we friends? // More than friends by @fayes-fics

Exquisite beauty by @tontattletale

Five sense of love by @libraryofloveletters

Right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Writers

@butterflybuckethat

Marvel

Fics

James “Bucky” Barnes

Comfort by @crewhonk

What a peach by @angrythingstarlight

Super soldier by @kyloxox

Hawaii Five-0

Fics

Steven McGarrett 

And Then Some by @slutforsilverfoxes

Too Tired to Move by @hawaii5-0gurl

Writers

@slutforsilverfoxes

@hawaiifiveoh

Everybody Wants Some!!

Fics

Finnegan 

Count on it by @marvelandotherfandomimagines

What’s the consensus? by @callsign-cacti

Triple Frontier

Fics

William “Ironhead” Miller 

A nice night in the middle of July by @merakiaes

Other

Reptile by @lustinglilac

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Angel of Death 

Star Trek

Fics

Spock

The great, green room by @lucycola

Other

Spot the cat

Teen Wolf

Liam has a crush on Scott’s Girlfriend by @bonniebird

Puppy Sitting by @bonniebird 

Stiles sister by @bonniebird

I may have made her mad by @bonniebird

Huffing and puffing by @bonniebird

Teen Wolf master list by @fandomnsfw

Derek Hale by @twjournals

Writers 

@bonniebird

Other fics

Show me the stars by @vladviago

Find the lady by @bluebellhairpin

Well played by @beautifultypewriter

Soft boy by @omg-imatotalmess

Happy Birthday by @rocknrollmj

Softer by @dpimagines

Master list of master list by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms

Ted Lasso

Fics

Jamie Tartt

Operation: Tarrt’s Heart by @theowritesstuff

Good Friend by @pandorasprongs

Say that again by @iwritefandomimagines

The Proposal by @creationcitystreet-em

Dress by @its-time-to-write

I’d be better armed if you agreed to take it. by @pandorasprongs

Through the lens by @katsu28

It’s just wanderlust by @its-time-to-write

Glitter on the floor by @its-time-to-write

One Piece (Live Action)

Vinsmoke Sanji

Distractions by @obscure-imagines

Dracule Mihawk

What you really want by @obscure-imagines

Misc

Friends with Benefits... or something else? by @violetrainbow412-blog

Best man I ever knew by @farfromharry

I’m not like them by @starsofmilos

What’s in front of us by @iguana-eyanna

Bet by @hotchsstuff

Persuasion by @aemonds-sapphire

Sebsxphia Master List

DPS post

Plus, a shameless shoutout for myself ;) @crazyk-imagine

#fic recs #top gun #top gun maverick #Top Gun: Maverick #Outer Range #teen wolf #stranger things #Triple Frontier #star trek #ted lasso #peacemaker #everybody wants some #Bridgerton #hawaii five 0 #marvel #one piece #ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION #crazyk-imagine

[iamburdened]

Reader’s Masterlist #11

Not my stories. Just my favorites from other writers. All credits and support to the original artists. My purpose for doing this is: I love to reread my favorites so I put them together and share it with whoever may be needing some content but can’t find.

IMPORTANT: like and REBLOG all the fanfics you read to support the writers, please.

* = NSFW

Link to all my masterlists (Star Wars Kylo Red, horror pics, ADCU, Pedro Pascal characters including The Mandalorian, Marcus Pike, Javier Peña, and others, MCU related Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Loki, TMR, Shawn Mendes, Fantastic Beasts…, MacGyver, look, it is a lot)

Canon who? Fuck that bitch!

Behave*   @thisishellfire

summary: Eddie always told you to behave on game nights - but tonight you were feeling extra bratty. (iamburdened note: fucking favorite)

The Metal Head and The Material Girl  @loveronlineee

summary: When a super fem new girl joins Eddie’s class he thinks he’s got her all figured out, but he soon finds out that the popular kids aren’t the only ones who judge people’s first appearances. Part 2

Headcanon Eddie Munson as your boyfriend*  @n0agranger

summary: well...

Detention  @mycurrent-hyperfixation

summary: Eddie Munson never enjoyed detentions let alone the Saturday ones. But after walking into the classroom and seeing you sitting behind one the desks he doesn’t think he’s ever been more grateful for a detention in his life.

Doodles and Dates   @loveronlineee

summary: Eddie has fallen for the quiet girl he sits next to in class who’s always drawing.

Blurb Eddie reacting to your new nipple piercings*  @tiedyedragonswrites

summary: ya know

I hear you knocking*  @heavenbarnes

summary: look, this shit is so fucking cute and spicy. Reader is helping hide Eddie during the whole murder bullshit and he finds out he is not so invisible to her as he may have thought

Tutor   @siempre-bucky

summary: After your teacher told you that you were failing your math class, you took every opportunity to study, and that included studying on an abandonded bench in the woods. Turns out it wasn’t as abandoned as you thought, and it also turns out Eddie Munson is good at math.

Headcanon Eddie as a dad   @fiction-giga

summary: title, honeys

The Athlete and the freak   @fanficimagery

summary: Just because you love the game doesn’t mean you give a flying fuck for the other so-called athletes who expect you to be one of them. The Hellfire club approves :)

Oh you pretty thing  @drinkspit

summary: just pure fluff with Eddie'’ girl getting to wear his shirt for the first time and Eddie being a sucker or it

#no canon here #just pure fluff and filthy #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #spoiler #spoilers #Eddie munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #fanfic #st #netflix #eddie munson imagine #Eddie Munson x Handerson!reader

[double-j]

*STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE OCTOBER WEEK 2 MASTERLIST*

[FOR ALL FICS, CHECK THE STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE TAG]

*reminder to please heed the author’s warnings on individual fics!*

~ reposting september and october by week because the links were only working on mobile ~

TGM: JAKE HANGMAN SERESIN FICS

make him wait p. 1, p. 2, & p. 3 from @powerfulruler

if i was a worm from @imjess-themess

slow burn p. 7, p. 8 & epilogue from @/ereardon

de-instigating the instigator from @/jupitercomet 

secret family recipe from @justalonelyslytherin​ 

snacky snacks from @writercole

imagine me and you p. 4 & p. 5 from @thebirdandthebee

oh, lover boy! from @unmistakablyunknown​ 

girl crush from @lgg5989​ 

perfect accident p. 2 from @/roosterscock

grounded p. 3 from @enchanting-eloquence

home is where the heart is p. 9 from @/imjess-themess

if he wanted to he would from @footprintsinthesxnd​ 

out of the blue, clear sky p. 3 & p. 4 from @theharddeck

the first time (from the best benefits series) from @/writercole

intoxicated from @hederasgarden

everything hurts and i’m dying from @/topguncortez

proof of life from @/topguncortez

praise kink from @callsign-phoenix

stood up. picked up. from @lostdreamr-blog1​ 

a ghost playing hangman p. 9 from @/lostdreamr-blog1

girls on film from @oncasette

party of two p. 3 from @wombtotombx

fair game from @/sunlightmurdock

stranded with your mortal enemy and other exaggerations (from the cruel summer series) from @/jupitercomet

“is that my shirt?” from @/callsignvalley 

begging ft. professor jake from @/topguncortez

halloween costume (from the icarus and the moon universe that you need to read!) from @/jupitercomet

parking spots and matcha lattes from @withahappyrefrain​ 

gaston blurb (from the flyboy universe that you need to read!) from @kryptonitejelly

TGM: BRADLEY ROOSTER BRADSHAW FICS

rooster waking you up from a nap from @topguncortez

ddlg w/ rooster from @/topguncortez

en dessous de la lune qui chante (from je te laisserai des mots, a beautiful amazing perfect series, plz read it!!) from @jupitercomet

is it working for you? p. 15, p. 16 & p. 17 from @roosterforme

a nice, big rooster from @/roosterforme

you taste just like sundays (dripping off my tongue) from @callsignvalley

trouble in paradise p. 17 from @sunlightmurdock

‘cause no one breaks my heart like you sneak peak from @heartsofminds​ 

cause if i say i miss you, i know that you won't (from the storm warning series) from @hufflepuffprincesse​ 

safe with you from @marvelandotherfandomimagines

one for the history books p. 12 from @pisupsala

ceasefire p. 3 from @/sunlightmurdock

the scent of lavender (from the afterglow series) from @/jupitercomet

the relationship experience p. 2 from @notroosterbradshaw

a ghost from the past p. 1 & p. 2 from @/a-reader-and-a-writer

vampires from @siempre-bucky​ 

the way you shake and shiver from @/topguncortez

praise kink from @/wildbornsiren

the very noisy night from @/topguncortez

my future in you p. 7 from @/sunlightmurdock

the secrets we keep p. 3 from @/roosterscock

flightless bird p. 4 from @thatlovinfeelin

TGM: ROBERT BOB FLOYD FICS

one night from @ereardon

frottage from @wildbornsiren

what could go wrong? from @/topguncortez

the accident p. 1 from @a-reader-and-a-writer

tomorrow’s tomorrow from @bippot

neighbors to lovers & love thy neighbor from @hangmanapologist

don’t turn away from @green-socks​ 

TGM: MISC FICS

you don’t know how to keep your business clean from @coyotesamachado​ (jake hangman seresin x reader x natasha phoenix trace)

patch me up from @/marvelandotherfandomimagines (natasha phoenix trace)

orgasm denial from @/wildbornsiren (jake hangman seresin x natasha phoenix trace)

ivy prologue from @perpetuelledaydreaming​ (love triangle w/ bradley rooster bradshaw and jake hangman seresin)

something in between p. 3 from @archivallyfound09​ (love triangle w/ bradley rooster bradshaw & jake hangman seresin)

overstimulation from @/wildbornsiren (reuben payback fitch)

NHL FICS

to sail beyond the sunset p. 1 from @spine-buster (s.crosby)

OUTER RANGE/RHETT ABBOT FICS

the littlest cowgirl and the mean old bull from @mayhem24-7forever

all grown up from @/sunlightmurdock

odds are stacked from @/sunlightmurdock

buckle bunny of sorts from @urtheoneiwant​ 

the wind from @twinklelilstarkey​ 

in stillness from @chemicalalice​ 

if you can’t stand the heat from @/a-reader-and-a-writer

#stardust reblog challenge #fic recs #top gun fic rec #hockey fic recs #outer range fic rec

[siempre-bucky]

Hi!!! Can I request "You know damn well, for you I would ruin myself" with Hangman?

Jake 'Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake's been hiding something, you suspect cheating, but it's not what you think.

wc: 986

a/n: I hope you like it!!!!! :)

Join my blurb weekend :)

You were almost asleep then the creek of the front door opening took away the glorious feeling of slumber. Groaning against your pillow, you opened one of your eyes to read the small clock on your bedside table. This was the third night this week Jake stumbled home after midnight. Unfortunately, it's become a recent common occurrence and you were struggling to keep your mind at ease. 

Just out with the squad, you kept reminding yourself, turning to face his empty side of the bed. "Are you awake, darlin'?" he asked calmly as he entered. 

"We need to get that door fixed," you responded, sleep heavy in your tone and avoiding the questions you wanted to ask. Where were you? Who were you with? 

Jake crawled into bed and pulled you close to his chest. You took in his scent, clean and earth—-that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Suddenly you squeezed your eyes shut harder, mentally scolding yourself for even assuming he was with another woman. "I love you," he whispered before sleep overtook him. 

Your mind was terribly good at deceiving you. 

You started to notice the little things like how often he'd check his phone and the tone in his voice when he spoke to you. Doubt had started to creep in, slowly and dangerously. 

He'd begun to go out more, long trips to the Hard Deck with friends. Maybe it was because you two were getting older that going out as often as you did became a thing of the past. Maybe he wanted to reclaim his youth. 

So much to his surprise, you started to join him on the nights he didn't claim were 'boy's night'. You were too tired by the second drink to notice the new faces he hung around with. But you noticed every feminine face. 

You stood in front of the mirror a few weeks later, fighting off the tears. If you lost a few pounds and colored your hair maybe your husband would stop being so secretive. "Shut up," you hissed at yourself before leaving the room to reclaim your spot in his arms on the bed you've shared for years. You didn't have to change yourself for him, but then again, for Jake you'd ruin yourself a million little times. 

Two days later at lunch, Jake kissed your forehead and placed his phone on the dining room table, "I forgot the knife," he mumbled against your skin. 

"Forgetful in your old age Seresin,' you chuckled, tapping him on the arm. 

"Not even forty, baby," he winked back before heading into the kitchen. 

You smiled at yourself, letting his charming smile burn into your memory. That process was cut short when his phone started to vibrate on the table, shaking the plate beside it. 

Sydney Hadley. Her name lit up in bright white and you almost lost it, rage sparking in the pit of your stomach. "Jake!' You seethed. 

"Where's the fire, sweetheart?" He chuckled, waltzing back in. His million-watt smile faded at the sight of your enraged face with his phone clutched in your hand. "What's goin' on?" 

"Who the hell is Sydney Hadley?" You asked evenly. 

His skin was suddenly white as a ghost, "No one," he answered. 

"No one," you mocked, tossing his phone to him. Jake put it in his back pocket and tried to take a step towards you, but you only stepped back. "Are you having an affair?" 

"An affair?" He shrieked, his eyes opening wide as saucers. "You've got it all wrong!" 

"Then explain the late nights! The phone calls! It just screams affair!" 

Jake wanted to put the screaming to an end. He didn't think his time away would lead you to think this way, he just had a hard time talking about it. The blond glanced down at his watch and checked the time. "Come on," he said kindly, "I wanna take you somewhere.'

He drove you to a small quaint white building near the VA and you were instantly hit with confusion. "Jake?" You questioned as he parked the truck. 

Jake held your hand as you two walked up to the glass doors. "I'm sorry I haven't been honest with you," he started, "I didn't want you to think I was weak—wasn't taught to talk about this shit." He brought your hand up and kissed the back of it lovingly before he led you inside. 

There stood an older woman, around sixty with a clipboard in her hands as she talked to the receptionist. "Honey, this is Dr. Sydney Hadley, my therapist. Dr. Hadley, this is my wife."

Therapist? He'd been seeing a therapist this whole time. "Therapist," you spoke your thoughts out loud before shaking her smooth hand. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Commander. Your husband won't shut up about you," she complimented. "I'll see you after while, Jake." 

You tried to turn to him, but he pulled you away to your next destination. "Jake, I'm-," 

"-Don't apologize. I should've been honest,' he dismissed. "I just remember how my brother was treated for  wanting help after Iraq and I-I didn't want that same heat." 

You peered in the small classroom and recognized some of the men and women from the Hard Deck sitting around and laughing. The blue plastic chairs positioned in a circle made it all clear. He was attending group sessions too. "This is where you've been," you chuckled at yourself. 

"Javy made me do it. I even got Slow Ride to come with me a few times, we stay and talk afterward. It's nice to have people to connect with," he explained, releasing your hand so he could face you. 

You reached up and put your hand on the side of his face, "You could have told me," you sighed, "I'm so proud of you, my love." 

Jake bent down and kissed you softly, "Wait for me?" He asked. 

"Always."

#siempre buckys blurb night #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin imagine #hangman x you #top gun maverick #top gun #hangman x reader #hangman imagine

[siempre-bucky]

A curling up using B’s legs as a chair seat,

With Dane Whitman or Rooster Bradshaw please

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Summary: The Hard Deck's packed, good thing you have the best seat in the house.

warnings: mentions of smut

wc: 448

a/n: thank you for requesting anon! I went with Rooster on this one!

You knew better. You knew you should have left right before 5 as your boyfriend did, he even told you that it was going to be packed. The parking lot of the Hard Deck was almost full when you pulled in, meaning it was going to be packed wall to wall with aviators and civilians inside. “Fuck,” you groaned as you opened the front door, your friends lost in the crowd. 

You pushed and elbowed your way into the bar, your polite nature thinning as they started to push back. There was not one empty seat in the house, not even your squadron was able to save spots near the pool tables. “There she is,” Hangman smirked as he lined up a shot. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved him off as you spotted Rooster sitting in his light blue denim jeans, baby pink Hawaiian shirt, and a signature smirk on his mustache-ridden lips. 

“You look like you could use a seat,” he teased, bringing his glass of beer to his lips. 

You eyed him up and down, his thick thighs on full display for you. You swore he was spreading them apart on purpose. “I could use one,” you teased back as you walked closer, using your hands and pushing his legs together. “Is this seat taken?” you asked, pointing at his now closed legs.

Bradley’s eyes widened slightly as you sat sideways on his legs, wrapping your arms around his neck. “For you, honey? Seats all yours,” he murmured against your neck, his lips pressing small kisses to your warm skin. 

“Reminds me of this morning,” you smirked, taking his glass out of his hand and taking a long sip. “Ride my fucking thigh, baby. Cum all over it,” you repeated his words from that morning in his ear, his thighs flexing at how you said it. 

“Baby,” he warned, his hand finding your lower back and gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly. 

“You’re already hard, Roos? Didn’t take long,” you teased, nonchalantly wiggling in his lap. 

“Baby, I swear to God,” he growled. 

This time you purposely rolled your hips, the other patrons too focused on a guy getting thrown out by Penny to notice how you were grinding on your boyfriend’s lap. “What? Can you blame me? I have the best seat in the house.” You used your free hand and tugged at his dog tags, using the silver chain to pull him in for a kiss.  

Rooster pushed you off and placed his beer on the table beside him. “Backroom. Now.” You smirked at him for using the privileges Penny gave him and Maverick. 

“Yes, sir.”

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If possible, could we please do "B feeling shy in swimwear and A hyping them up" for our man Bob Floyd? But can Bob be "B" because we know he would be hesitant to take his shirt off, as seen with the beach scene and he just deserves a partner/reader who's like "nah you're hot as hell, take it off"

Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: You know Bob's reserved, his favorite yellow shirt was his comfort source at the beach, but you just want to see his beautiful body underneath it. So naturally, you pin him to the side of the Jeep and tell him he's hot.

a/n: thank you so much for requesting this! I loved being able to do both sides of this prompt! Also, Bob has one of those slutty little waists people have been talking about and I will not be taking any criticism at this time.

It was unrealistically less crowded at the beach on a Saturday afternoon. “Can’t believe we get to park in the front row,” you marveled as Bob pulled into the parking lot, the palm trees lining the street blowing gently in the breeze. 

“Breathe it in, baby, this will never be happening again,” Bob joked from the diver's seat, using his free hand to slide his aviators up the bridge of his nose. You tapped his thigh as he put it in park, your eyes scanning for the rest of the squadron. Most of them were already warming up near the water, two footballs being thrown across the sand. 

The two of you hopped out and opened the back doors to grab your things. You took off your Navy shirt and readjusted your sports bra and high-waisted shorts, humming in delight as the warm sun hit your skin. Your eyes looked over at your husband and how he triple-checked the items in your bag and even quadruple checking for the sunscreen. “Ready?” he asked, his thin lips forming a small smile. 

You weren’t ready until Bob took off his comfort beach t-shirt. You ignored his question and shut the door before walking over to him and placing your hand on the side of the door. He watched as you eyed him up and down, “Are you?” you asked in return. 

He nodded simply, “Yeah?” 

You shook your head, “You still have your shirt on, Bobby,” you pouted, leaning against the door. 

“I know,” he said with a nervous chuckle, “I’ll get less burnt that way.” 

You knew that you married the reserved one, the one who only let his true feelings show when he was alone with you. He’d rarely shown his body to anyone else, hell, he even swims with his shirt on. You understood his character and knew very well he looked good in that shirt. You rarely ever asked him to step outside his comfort zone, but there was just something about today that really made you want to see his body. Always a shame he kept it so hidden, he looked like a God in your eyes. Robert Floyd was breathtakingly beautiful. 

“Bobby,” you said his name with a slight rasp in your voice and through his transitioning lenses, he could see how your pupils were getting wider with lust. 

“Darlin’,” he countered, taking a step back, and his back collided with the cloth seat. You sauntered forward and put your hands on the sides of his waist, gently squeezing to feel the muscles he had there. 

Your face was close enough to count the little freckles that were kissed onto his face, beautiful blue eyes staring back at yours. “Why won't you take it off?” you asked, a question you never really asked directly. Bob took his hands and placed them underneath your forearms, his fingertips stroking your skin. 

Bob turned to look at the guys on the beach through the space between the open door and the body of the Jeep, Hangman and Coyote were doing pushups in the sand, their glistening biceps on full display. “I don’t- I don't look like them. I’m not ashamed of how I look but I know I’m not up to standard,” he told you, his eyes avoiding your glare until you used your thumb and pointer finger to grab his chin and made him look at you. 

“To whose standard, Bob?” you questioned, slotting yourself between his legs. 

He cocked his head, “I don-” 

“I married you, Bob. You are the most handsome man I have ever seen… and can I tell you something?” You dragged your fingers down his neck, ghosting over his Adam's apple and all the way down his torso. Your lips hovered his slightly parted ones, you could even see the rosy blush on his cheeks. 

“W-what?” he croaked. 

“You’re hot, Lieutenant,” you mumbled with a desperate whine. Your hands slid underneath his shirt and let your nails rake down his goosebump-ridden skin. “You are so fucking hot,” you growled before crashing your lips into his. 

Bob’s eyes opened wide in surprise but they slowly closed while he put his hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer. “Is that how you really feel, baby?” he panted as he pulled you away. You bit your bottom lip and nodded. He moved his arms and quickly took off his shirt before the rational side of his brain could take over, tossing it onto the seat. 

You took the opportunity and looked at his toned torso: his biceps were well defined and he had that beautiful line down the valley of his defined pecs. “You’re not flexing are you?” you purred. Bob grinned and shook his head. 

“I can if you want me to,” he chuckled. 

You tsked and shook your head, “If you did we might as well go back to bed.” He laughed as you wiggled your eyebrows, intertwining your fingers and grabbing his backpack with his free hand. 

Once you got to the edge of the sand Bob stopped and gently squeezed your hand to get your attention. “Will you say what you told me again?” he asked as he motioned to his chest. 

You giggled and put your chin on his shoulder, looking up at him lovingly. “You’re hot as fuck, Lieutenant Floyd.” 

He smiled brightly and kissed your forehead, “Thank you, baby.”

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Hi lovely! I hope you are well!! <3

First time sending an ask so if this doesn’t spark any interest, you can totally ignore the blurb weekend request!

#16 from the 2nd prompt list: "Dancing is a dangerous game."

character: Hangman

Regardless, thank you! You’re an amazing and very talented writer :)

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: Dancing with Jake Seresin was a dangerous game. One look as he twirled you and you'd fall in love. But would that be so bad?

wc: 1.1k

A/N: I got a lil carried away, Gigi!!!! I love this prompt so so much and I'm such a sucker for writing Jake fics. I hope you like it!!

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You didn’t really want to be here tonight, dressed in a long satin gown (it was a nice change from your formal Navy outfits, but you wouldn’t admit that) and shoes that made your heels ache. But it was the last party you and the other daggers were legally obliged to attend, and thankfully this one was hosted by Admiral Kazansky himself. 

It was more than the outfit, forced smiles, and droning small talk. It was him: the tall blond with an ego the size of his home state. Jake Seresin had caught you in his sights years ago when you two were trying to establish yourselves in Top Gun. As any smart girl should, you stayed away from the man with hypnotizing eyes and a cute accent. He’d only break your heart, you told yourself once spending some time with him at The Hard Deck right after telling yourself, I could fall in love with him. 

He never got the hint, his continuous flirting, and lingering glances kept on after all this time. Jake upped the ante at the first post-miracle mission event, “Dance with me,” he asked, his accent laid on thick and dripping with charm when he spoke your name. You remembered how your heart skipped a beat and the way you paused while looking at his extended hand; you wondered what it would be like to feel the touch of his hand. You didn’t dare to look into his eyes, excusing yourself and faking being called over by a member of the Brass. Every party after that—he’d ask—you’d say no. 

Dancing was a dangerous game. 

One look into emerald green eyes, being twirled around a dance floor meant losing this game you felt like you were winning. You weren’t falling in love with Jake Seresin. 

It was almost cinematic walking into the hotel’s grand ballroom, looking out into the crowd, and seeing the aviator looking directly at you. “Shit,” you muttered to yourself, surprise dropping to the pit of your stomach. Why weren’t you looking away? It was like you were giving him an open invitation, like a wrong move on a chessboard. 

You knew why. Deep down you wanted to lose, give in and take him by the hand. Maybe he’d love you right? Take you out instead of taking you back to his place like all the girls before. It pained you watching him leave with girls he picked up at the bar, but this was what you wanted, right?

Jake started to make his way through the crowd, grinning and charming his way around the Naval men who offered their congratulations. Your legs felt like concrete, unable to move and fade into the crowd. Those green eyes got closer, and the colorful lights from around the room painted his skin so beautifully. “Evenin’, Y/N,” he greeted, sticking his hands casually in the front pockets of his black dress pants. 

“Jake,” you greeted, tilting your chin upward, “You look nice.” 

He smirked. “I don’t hold a candle to you, Navy issued clothes don’t do you justice.” 

He took the lead in this imaginary game and suddenly your tongue felt heavy, unable to speak without giggling like a schoolgirl. Swallowing the nerves, you smiled politely and thought of a way to get out of this. “I should go and fi-” 

“Dance with me?” he cut you off. You watched Jake smoothly take his hand out of his pocket and held it out for you. 

“Jake, I don’t dance,” you chuckled, trying to keep the mood light. 

“Ah,” he dismissed, rolling his eyes, “You’re a better liar than that, come on. Besides, this is the last one—you won’t have to see me again for a long time.” 

You didn’t know what hurt worse, not seeing Jake on a regular basis or the soft pout of his lips. 

Dancing is a dangerous game. 

He’ll only break your heart. 

What if he doesn’t? 

You’ll wake up in a cold bed. 

His hand looks warm. 

Your eyes flashed upward, counting the colors in his eyes as you put your hand in his for the first time. Jake smiled, it never looked as genuine as it did at that moment, leading you to the dance floor. He looked back every so often to make sure you were still following, his grip tightened as the crowd condensed. 

The music had slowed, not that you could focus on it because of the pounding of your heartbeat. You fought off making a visible show of your timidness as he guided your free hand on his shoulder and his found purchase on the small of your back. “Was that so hard?” he teased, beginning to sway to the music. 

Yes. “As long as we don’t have to do this ever again,” you chuckled. 

“What’s your problem with me, Y/N? You’ve been avoidin’ me.” 

“Have not.” 

“Don’t make me say ‘have too’, we’re adults,” he joked matter-of-factly.  

You rolled your eyes and inhaled, fighting off a shudder as you caught a whiff of his cologne. Your gaze swiveled from the crowd over his shoulder to his chest. It looked so inviting, almost comforting. 

You could still win this game if you don’t fall in lo—

“Did I upset you?  Is that why we don’t talk anymore?” He asked, his voice soft and close to your ear. 

“N-no,” you managed, voice wavering. “You didn’t upset me, Jake.”

“Then what is it?” His genuine confusion made your lips fall into a grimace. Hangman never asked what he did wrong—ever. Confidence was his main ally and that got him far. It was then you realized there was a difference between Jake and Hangman. 

There was a long pause, you could see how his eyes softened right in front of you. Fuck the game. You leaned forward and placed the side of your face against his chest, hearing the faint thump of his heartbeat. “I didn’t want to be one of those other girls you dance with. One dance and you take ‘em home.” 

“You’re more than that,” he defended instantly, “wouldn’t have asked you to dance every time, wouldn’t try to take up space when we’re together.” 

You pulled away and kept your hands and your side, “and what happens after?” you asked in frustration. Frustrated at yourself for surrendering all your defenses. 

Jake thinned his lips and furrowed his eyebrows. You were as stubborn as him. He jolted forward and put his hands on the side of your face, pulling you in for a kiss. Your lips moved together like you two had been lovers for the longest time. You were grateful his hand kept you from melting. 

Jake pulled away, his lips ghosting over yours. “That,” he confirmed. 

“And after that?” you whispered against his lips. 

“I fall in love or burgers on the beach? Either works for me,” he laughed. 

You shook your head at his comment and giggled lightly, leaning in for another kiss. 

Dancing with Jake Seresin was a dangerous game, and you’ve never been happier to lose.

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35. we were supposed to be just friends

From the Midnight Taylor Swift prompts! With Rooster please 🙏🏻

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You reminded yourself that you were supposed to be just friends, but he just looked so damn good.

wc: 604

warning: mentions of smut

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You were supposed to be just friends. That’s what you told yourself three lavender colored cocktails in, the bartender making them as strong as she possibly could. Bradley stood dangerously close, the warm scent of his cologne tickled your nose along with the strong smell of alcohol. Your plastic cup and his beer bottle were the only things dividing your bodies in the corner of the crowded club.

You don't remember when he got close, you assumed it was after the second cocktail and third beer of his. His lips were dangerously close to your ear, the ends of his mustache hairs tickling the shell. If only you could focus on what he was saying. 

The night started off normal, Bradley had messaged you that afternoon telling you he was stateside and wanted to see you before his detachment prep. You recommended a new place with good drinks and he was more than happy to pay for the first round. He looked good, the year or so away from home had been good to him. The pictures on social media didn’t do him justice, his skin was tanned and the white tank top he wore under his baby blue Hawaiian shirt did justice showing off his waist. 

“It’s good to see you,” he grinned, pulling you into a hug that left you craving more of his touch. 

“It’s good to see you too, Bradley,” you said warmly, lingering for a second and allowing yourself to be wrapped up by him. Just friends, just friends, you reminded yourself. 

That reminder went away with a sly mustache ridden smirk. “So,” he started, towering over you, “Anyone caught your eye yet? That douche finally left you alone, huh?” 

You snorted and nodded, taking another sip through the thin black straw, “Nope,” you sighed, “not a one.” 

Bradley’s eyes tracked the small movements in your face, trying to get a read on what was happening. His hips were almost connected with yours and he prayed you felt the same desire as he did. This was a long time coming for him, he thanked the bartender for the shot at the beginning of the evening—he needed the confidence. “Shame.” 

“Is it?” you tilted your chin upward and caught him staring. 

He leaned in closer, inch by inch he made sure that this was something you wanted. You didn’t stop him until you could smell the alcohol coming from his mouth. “We’re friends, Bradley,” you warned him. 

“I know,” he said, still watching as he moved again. You didn’t stop him, you let his lips cover yours and it sent sparks flying in your chest. Your head was cloudy from the drinks but all you wanted was him. Bradley pulled back with a jolt, it registered what he had just done. “I-I’m so sorry.” 

You hooked your hand around the back of his neck and brought him back in. A slight malfunction of judgment perhaps. “I’m not.” 

The night became hazy after you kissed him but having Bradley Bradshaw in your bed when the morning came made it all clear. Bradley stirred awake and instantly reached for you, pulling you into his bare chest. “Morning,” he mumbled out, his voice low and husky. His lips kissed over the bites on your neck, showing attention to each and every one he lovingly placed on you. 

You rolled over and put your head on his pillow, noses almost touching. Suddenly, you broke out into infectious giggles, “We were supposed to be just friends,” you giggled. 

Bradley smiled and shook his head before kissing the tip of your nose, “No we weren’t,” he laughed in return.

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Could I request number 11 from list 1 with Hangman, please? 💙

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: a young Jake literally falls for the girl of his dreams showing her around his family's ranch.

eleven: falling head over heels in love

wc: 1.1k

a/n: I hope you like it!!

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Fanboy was the first to notice the dried flowers in delicate glass frames that were hung neatly on the wall. Phoenix came up next, spiked lemonade in her hand, and recognized the pink rose from your wedding bouquet. Payback slid another drink into Mickey’s hand and studied frames in your new home. “Yo, Jake,” He called out, twisting to look back at him, “What’s this one?” He pointed to a tried sprig of lavender with his beer bottle. 

Your friend's eyes turned to your husband and you smiled at the pink blush dusting his tan cheeks. “Well,” he sighed, dawning a signature Seresin smirk, “that’s from the day we met.”  

Years ago, before the medals, muscles, and jet fuel, Jake was a scrawny little thing helping on his family’s ranch. His father sat at the lace covered kitchen table, reading glasses low on his nose while he sifted through documents. His mother, as if she had a mud radar, turned around as soon as the door closed behind Jake. “Jacob!” She scolded, pointing her wooden spoon at his boots. “You’re trackin’ mud into my house.” 

He looked down and behind, perfect mud footprints on the light brown wood. “Sorry ma,” he apologized, stepping back onto the rug his mom placed just for that purpose and toeing out of his boots. 

“Jake,” his dad chimed in, rubbing his face and watching his son hurry to the fridge to stick his head inside the cold. “That botanist lady’s comin’ round to survey the plants that came up after last month's storm. I want you to join me, it’d be a good experience.” 

Jake grabbed one of the mason jars of lemonade his sister prepared and unscrewed the lid. He groaned quietly at the idea of going back into the Austin sun, he’d been out here all morning and now he was expected to help entertain some plant lady? He had a date with a cold shower and a bar of soap. As he drank, his eyes fell on his father who looked at him stoically. He’d rather not argue. 

“Yeah, alright,” he panted, looking at the now empty jar. 

The two Seresin men walked underneath the large trees and up to the stables, Jake’s frown attached to his lips the entire walk. There stood a taller woman, her long dark hair braided nicely down her back. She looks like a zookeeper in that get up, Jake thought to himself as he tucked his hands in his jeans pockets. He stood by one of the posts holding up the stable awning as his father and the woman shook hands, occupied by the ants marching past him.

They talked for about two minutes before the shaggy blonde grew bored, resulting in him leaning against the old wood. “Mr. Seresin,” the lady beamed, checking behind her. “This is my niece, she’s helping me for the summer. She’s got a true eye for flowers.” 

Jake looked back up, the lilac color of your sundress caught his attention. Oh shit. The way you smiled at his father, the sweet tone of your voice complimenting the ranch, the way you looked in the sun. His balance shifted, his shoulder losing its grip on the post and sending him straight to the ground. “That’s my son Jake,” his father sighed. You bit back a chuckle, holding your book of flowers over your lap. 

Jake quickly picked himself up and dusted himself off, trying to hide the developing blush on his cheeks. “Hi,” he recovered charmingly.

“Mind showin’ our guest those flowers growin’ by the house?” John Seresin knew the look of love when he saw it. Young love made the older man smile. He saw the shy glimmer in your eye as well as his. 

Jake sucked in his lips, but nodded. You followed him close by, not failing to notice how tall he was. “I’m Y/N,” you said shyly. 

“Pleasure to meet you,” he returned, unconfident in his tone. 

“The pleasure’s all mine.” 

His head whipped over to you, his pretty green eyes widened a little at the sudden boldness. Keep it cool, keep it cool. He would be if he wasn’t tripping over his feet, all the rocks were against him. “Shit,” he coughed after almost falling. 

“Are your boots too big or somethin’?” you joked, approaching the house. 

The crimson on his cheeks went a shade darker. He couldn’t believe this! Tripping over some girl like he was a newborn fawn. “You’re funny,” he grimaced. 

“I try,” you giggled. 

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence before reaching the house. Jake was the first to speak, “I think those are the flowers my dad was talking about,” he motioned toward the purple flowers lining the fence. You grinned at the pretty sight and carefully dropped to your knees to inspect them. Jkke sat beside you, careful not to crush the flowers, and leaned back against the fence. 

“Lavandula augustifolia,” you mumbled to yourself, your fingers gently touching the flowers.

 Jake raised an eyebrow, “What?” 

You chuckled and shook your head, “English lavender,” you simplified, “it typically grows in England but Texas can get it too. It’s pretty.” 

Like you, Jake smiled to himself and watched as you studied them and the ground it grew in. Jake carefully plucked one of the sprigs and held it up to you, “For you,” he offered with a shy smile, “it matches your dress.” 

You took the flower and held it to your nose, your eyes never leaving the handsome boy. A warmth went through you as your fingers brushed, his were surprisingly soft and comforting. “Thank you, Jake.” 

“You can take as much as you’d like.” 

You shook your head and opened your book to place the stem of the flower inside for safe keeping, “That’s alright—this one’s my favorite.”  

A round of lovesick awes pulled Jake from his memory, and suddenly he wasn’t at his childhood property anymore surrounded by freshly bloomed flowers. “Go back to getting drunk please,” he hummed sarcastically; he overheard Javy whisper that he’d tell them the story. “Honey,” he turned his attention to you, putting eucalyptus in your vase. 

“Yes, dear,” you smiled. 

“You never did tell me why that one was your favorite.” He slid an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side. 

“It wasn’t obvious?” 

“No?” 

Well,” you sighed and leaned into him, “it’s my favorite because a handsome boy that literally fell for me gave it to me.” 

The man rolled his eyes, “I didn’t fall for you,” he defended badly, clearly lying. 

You reached up and kissed his cheek, “Yeah you did,” you hummed. 

He held you close and kissed the top of your head, “Don’t tell anyone.” 

“I won’t, but I think Javy might.” 

Their friends erupted with laughter which made Jake wince, “Fine. I did.”

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I don’t remember who I was before you with Coyote or Mickey, please!!

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Reader

summary: Fanboy always thought he had to keep his interest a secret... till he met you.

wc: 751

a/n: I haven't written for mickey in so longI hope you like it

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Mickey learned from early on that no one gave a shit about his interests. He was an adult, he shouldn’t have liked comic book movies or sci-fi epics that provided him so much comfort as a kid. In high school, he got picked on for the Tie Fighter keychain on his backpack and teased when he talked about the newest comic book he read. In college, he felt like he could finally be himself, so on the first day he placed his Millennium Falcon figurine on his desk in his college dorm room but earned a scathing glance from his new roommate “Keep that kiddie shit locked away, man,” he told him. 

He learned to be almost silent on dates, hiding away the things that he loved for the opportunity to be loved. Mickey went on a date once with a girl who wore a Star Trek shirt to their arcade date, and for once he felt like he could be himself. “I really loved the show from back in the day!” he rambled on and on about one of his favorite shows, and his smile never seemed to fade. Until he saw the grimace on the girl's face in the colorful lights of the arcade. The rant came to a stop and his bright smile faded.  “D-do you have a favorite?” 

“I’ve never seen it. I just liked the design of the shirt. I think all that nerdy shit is weird, to be honest,” she replied nonchalantly. 

It was no surprise that the date was the first and last. But he learned to talk about other things like the weather and current events, shoving his true interests deep down inside his mind. He didn’t want to be labeled the loser in flight school so he made a vow to never let them know even if it meant dimming his light. 

Mickey kept his head low while he was there, only talking when spoken to or when he felt like he could be included. “I like your keychain,” you complimented as you sat across from him in the cafeteria, his star wars keychain hanging from the keychain around his neck. 

Fuck, he thought. He forgot to take it off after spending the weekend with his family. “Oh, it’s alright. It’s my sisters,” he deflected, but you could see the glint in his pretty brown eyes. You smiled knowingly and picked up your fork. 

“Well,” you sighed, “she has really good taste.” 

All he did was nod, perfect teeth biting down on his lower lip to prevent him from saying something stupid or something that would scare you off. “She does,” he said in between bites. 

The way he acted amused you, just squirming in his seat and you instantly thought he was the cutest thing. “Jar Jar’s my favorite character,” you prodded, smirking. 

Mickey’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. “You’re wrong!” he gasped, pointing his finger. Hook, line, and sinker. You cocked your head and grinned in triumph as he went on an uncontrollable rant–not that you wanted him to stop. 

“My name is Y/N,” you introduced, cutting him off. 

“Mickey, Mickey Garcia.” 

A few years passed, and you and Mickey climbed the ranks and created a little life together after your time at Top Gun. He sat out on your balcony, the ocean peeking through the surrounding tall buildings. “Are you coming back in?” you asked, sliding open the door, “Hangman’s threatening to take the Death Star set home with him.” 

“I’ll hurt him,” he gasped, turning around and putting his arm around your waist, “he knows how long that took me to build.” You giggled and put your head on his shoulder, looking into the living room. There stood his friends, laughing and enjoying their time together in your little place filled with the thing you and Mickey loved. 

A silence quickly fell at the thought of how he got so lucky? “You still with me?” you asked softly. 

“Yeah, mi amor,” he sighed, kissing your forehead, “Jus’ thinking.” 

“About?” 

He swept his tongue along his lower lip before speaking, “I don’t—I don’t remember who I was before I met you,” he admitted, his fingers tapping against your waist. You do, he was quiet and almost shy, he wasn’t Fanboy. He wasn’t the real Mickey. 

“Well,” you started, turning to wrap your arms around his neck and bringing him close, “I love this Mickey.” 

He smiled and pecked your lips, “Good. I love you too, baby.”

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“Marry me, Bradley, you'll never have to be alone." Please? 💕

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Jake and Javy poke fun of your proposal while at your little post elopement get together

wc: 620

a/n: of course my dear! for you!!

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Beer bottles covered the glass living room table, and the soft music coming from Payback’s stereo was being drowned out by the tipsy giggles of your friends. Those giggles erupted into roaring laughter when Bradley lurched forward, beer spewing from his clenched lips at something Fanboy said. You gasped as the tan-colored liquid spattered on the skirt of your short white dress. 

In the midst of his laugh, he apologized for ruining your ‘wedding dress’ and dabbed it with his napkin. You laughed and shooed his hand away, reassuring him and pulling him into your lap. The team fell back into their comfortable positions and gathered their composure. The small dagger gathering was all Mickey and Reuben’s idea after seeing Rooster’s ‘we eloped’ message in the group chat a few weeks ago.

“So,” Mickey spoke in between chuckles, “Rooster, how’d you propose anyway?” He wagged his finger in between you and your new husband. 

Rooster looked over at you with a playful glint in his eye. You smirked and brought the rim of your drink to your lips “He didn’t,” you said knowingly, causing everyone to gasp. Notably, Phoenix’s mouth hung open and Mickey stood up and did a little jog around the dimly lit living room. 

“What?” He cackled. 

Jake smirked, “I know how it happened,” he said confidently, looking up at Javy who sat on the arm of the chair next to him. He rose from the plush lounge chair and tapped his best friend's chest. They bounced like giddy schoolchildren and positioned themselves in the center of the room. “Oh, Y/N!” Jake stared off dramatically, taking Javy’s hands in his own, he then dropped one hand to put the back of his hand on his forehead, “I’m so lonely!” 

Javy leaned in and put Jake’s hand to his lips, “Oh Bradley!”  You rolled your eyes and held Rooster back from breaking up the bad Shakespeare scene. “Marry me, Bradley!” Javy sighed enthusiastically, “You’ll never have to be alone!” 

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” Jake fake cried. 

Your group of friends cheered as Jake dipped Javy, pretending to kiss him on the lips. The pair did their bows and high-fived as they took in Rooster’s unimpressed face. “Alright, alright, sit down!” Bradley groaned, but you could hear the amusement in his tone. 

“That’s not how it happened,” you corrected playfully. 

—

“Someone’s not making it back from this,” Bradley said grimly, hazel eyes glancing at the class photos lining the Ready Room wall. You stood beside him, arms crossed and looking straight ahead; his saddened expression would only make you feel worse. 

“He might not come back,” you prodded, finally looking at the class of 1986, the one Bradley was staring at, staring directly at the man who helped raise him. 

He looked up, hoping that would be enough to suppress the tears that were threatening him. If Maverick died, he’d be alone. You’d leave him and make a life of our own, leaving behind a path that could only lead to an early grave. “I’d be alone,” he whispered, speaking his inner monologue. 

“I’m right here.” 

“For now.” It was only a matter of time. He stepped away from the pictures and you watched his back in the reflection. 

“Marry me, Bradley,” you said with every ounce of confidence you could muster. You watched him stop, his posture stiffening as he took in your words. “You’ll never have to be alone.” Finally, you turned, trying to keep a straight face as you noticed the tears forming in the corner of his eyes. 

He cautiously stepped forward and took your hand, a shaking thumb running over your knuckles. He nodded and looked up with the kindest smile, “Ok.” 

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I'm obsessed with your writing and with the way you write for the Top Gun characters!! Is it possible to request the prompt B reading and A watching with their chin on B's shoulder with Hangman? 🤍

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x fem!Reader

Summary: while cleaning, Jake finds your positive pregnancy test. You know that he knows when you catch him reading Parents

wc: 636

a/n: thank you for requesting for blurb night anon! I hope you like it!

Jake wasn’t supposed to see it. He blamed it on his summer cleaning rampage, he woke up one June morning and wanted to clean the house top to bottom thoroughly. After you had left for work he put on a pair of sun yellow rubber gloves and grabbed the bucket full of his favorite cleaning products. He started in your shared bathroom, and he found a plastic bag in the clutter, shoved in the back behind the silver pipes. 

It would’ve made the perfect temporary garbage bag. He grabbed it and mindlessly opened it, his green eyes focused on the mess under the sink. Jake grabbed at the empty soap boxes and shoved them in the white plastic bag. Finally, he looked down, there was something already inside the bag. The sight of the long purple box startled him, “Oh shit,” he cursed under his breath. 

The pilot sat on the tile floor and hastily reopened the box after removing his gloves, letting the stick fall to the ground. His pounding heart was starting to affect his vision, the two little pink lines turned into four. You were pregnant. Jake was going to be a dad. 

Sure the military taught him how to have a clear head in stressful situations, and how to act when something shocking presented itself to him, but they don't prepare you for this. Jake took in a few deep breaths and leaned against the side of the bathtub, the stick clenched in his shaking fist. He covered his mouth with his free hand and whispered to himself with a small giggle in his tone, “I’m gonna be a dad.” 

He put back everything in its place, it was obvious to him that you weren’t ready to tell him the news, but in the meantime, he could still clear out the guest room and prepare for a nursery. Jake soon found himself excited about parenthood, his thoughts and search history sure did reflect it. 

The next day while at the beach, you were lying on your stomach, letting the sun hit your back while Jake read beside you. It was the classic childhood book disguise, he had a copy of Rolling Stone but was actually reading an article in Parents magazine. He was lost in thought, nodding along to the newborn advice and mentally taking notes. 

You groaned and got up from your position, rubbing the warm sand off your arms and rising to your knees. You moved behind him, kissing his neck before placing your chin on his strong shoulder. You looked down at his magazine and a few of the words stuck out to you, there was no way in hell he was reading Rolling Stone. “Jake,” you squeaked out. He knew. 

“Shit,” he mumbled and put his magazines in the sand beside him. “You saw.” His eyes lingered on the ocean in front of him, nervous about your reaction. 

“You know, don’t you?” There was a small tremor in your voice, your hand moving to cover your stomach. 

Jake maneuvered himself and gently wrapped his arms around you to pull you into his lap. “I was cleaning and I found it under the sink.” You put your arms securely around his neck and pulled him down to connect your forehead with his. 

“I was afraid to tell you. I know our lives aren’t easy. I did-” 

“I’m ready to start a family with you, darlin’, I have been since our third date,” he whispered, a small smile gracing his lips. You scrunched your nose as you giggled and kissed him softly. 

“Really?” you laughed, “didn’t realize I married a softie, Hangman.” 

Jake rolled his eyes and playfully nudged your arm with his chest, “Only for you,” he sighed then looked down at your stomach, “the both of you now.”

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"I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you." X Bob 👀

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader

Summary: Bob's a charmer when he's on pain meds

wc: 437

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All the patience you had went away as soon as the ding of the lonely elevator went off. Once the doors opened enough for you to squeeze through, you barreled down the hallway, your eyes looking upward at the signage hanging from the light grey ceiling. “Where is he?” you questioned, panicked, as you spotted Natasha in the waiting room. 

“Second door on the left,” she told you, shooting up from her seat in the hall. You gave her a small nod and the slightest of smiles to reassure you that you were fine—you just needed your Bob. Another training accident. This time it was because of the planes Cyclone loved more than the pilots. The ladder gave way while the WSO was halfway up; you’d never been more thankful for his helmet. 

Just a sprain and some bruises, Cyclone said over the phone with little inflection in his tone. Oh, you’d give him a few sprains if they let you in the same room as him. 

“Mrs. Floyd,” The doctor looked up from his clipboard as he exited the room. He assumed by the mixed expression on your face and the emergency contact listed on the paper in his freshly washed hands. 

“How’s Robert?” you asked, skipping the pleasantries. 

“He’s completely fine and will be back to regular activities in a week or two. Just be aware he’s still groggy from the pain medication we provided.” 

“Thank you for taking care of him,” you sighed in relief before entering the room. 

Bob sat reclined in the hospital bed, his glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose and his eyes half open. If you weren’t so concerned for his well-being, you’d take a photo of him in this state. “Hey, honey,” he slurred. "God, look at you. You're so- beautiful."

You snorted and hurried over, carefully hugging him. “Are you doing alright?” you asked kindly, pushing up his glasses for him. He hummed in delight as you combed your fingers through his soft hair, his head following the direction of your hand's movements. 

“Better now, prettier than any nurse,” he smiled dopily and you finally managed to relax. He snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you in so that you could sit on the edge of the bed beside him. Bob carefully took his free hand, minding the iv that was inserted into his hand, and placed it on the side of your warm cheek. The warmth melted away the chill of the cold hospital room and it made him shiver, small goosebumps covering his pale skin. 

“I’m so glad, you have good people looking after you,” you whispered. 

The man smirked and ran his thumb along your cheekbone, “Darlin', I don’t wanna look at anything now that I saw you,” he said, his words blending together before he broke out into boyish giggles. “I love you s-so much.” 

You rolled your eyes and removed his hand “Alright, Romeo. Get some rest.” 

“Will you be here when I wake up?” 

You kissed his forehead, “You know I will.”

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can I request "I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you" with hangster 🙈

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Summary: Bradley wants to go public, Jake doesn't mind being a secret.

wc: 1.1k

A/N: baby I'll give you anything you want!!!!!

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"What about this one?" Bradley asked, masking the growing irritation in his tone. He gripped the sides of his phone and lowered it so Jake could see it from his spot on the bottom bunk. 

The blond looked up from his phone and braced himself for what he'd see. It was a nice photo of him and Bradley walking along the beach, their hands clasped together was the only thing visible. His heart started to race, he could clearly see the design of his watch—they'd know it was him. 

"Maybe somethin' more discreet, Roos?" He suggested cautiously. The older man audibly sighed and Jake could feel the annoyance from above. 

"How can we be more discreet?" He gruffed, hurriedly sitting up. 

The 'soft launch' was Rooster's idea after a year of loving the other pilot in silence. The silence was Hangman's idea. It wasn't that he was embarrassed of who he was or who he was with, it was the fear of what would come after it. 

"Just find something else." 

"Find something else," Bradley repeated bitterly under his breath, letting his phone fall on top of his chest. He'd lost track of how long this was taking, choosing one single photo to share with their friends once they got back to shore. He wondered what Jake's problem was anyway, most of them knew about their relationship. 

Bradley loved Jake and just wanted to be able to share his love with everyone. He picked his phone back up, swiping a few times before the screen landed on his favorite photo. A screenshot from a video he took while on vacation to the Seresin Ranch, Jake came up behind him and wrapped his arm around his waist, and lovingly kissed him while Bradley looked like he had never been happier. 

"I'm going to find food," Jake announced, standing up and tugging on his fleece jacket. Bradley wanted to roll his eyes and mutter a dismissive response, but he wasn't like that. 

Swinging his legs over the edge, he jumped down off the bed with a thud, shoving his phone in his back pocket. "We agreed to this, Jake," he reminded his boyfriend sternly. 

"Yeah, I know. Maybe we could hold off, wait till we're back on shore." All Bradley could do was roll his eyes at the nonchalance. On shore would turn into a week, then two, then a month. He was tired of keeping them a secret. 

"Why are you so against this? It's been a year!" Bradley raised his voice. 

Jake turned to face him, zipping up his jacket. "I'm not," he said plainly. 

"It's just a fucking picture, Jake." 

Just a picture. Jake swallowed and shifted his gaze to look at the metal floor holding them up. That picture would lead to comments and texts of congratulations and then they would lead to Bradley realizing Jake wasn't the one and would leave him. He would have to deal with the looks of pity, not feeling worthy of a celebrated love. 

"I want the world to know how much I love you. I want them to know you're mine!" Jake didn't blame him for the passionate yelling. 

He didn't mind being a secret if it meant keeping Bradley. He was used to being a secret, it felt comfortable. The one time he let someone share their secret left him scarred. 

"You'll leave," Jake whispered moments later. 

There was another long and grueling silence. Bradley's eyes opened wide he swore they were going to pop out of his head and his cheeks were red with frustration. "What the hell does that mean?" Bradley huffed, putting his hands on his hips. 

Jake's fingers twitched at his side and he longed for a way out. The door was right there, calling his name but Bradley repeating his question was louder.  

He stepped closer to the other man, tilting his chin slightly to meet his stare, "You'll realize that this was better as a secret. I'm better as a secret." 

Bradley's cheeks grew a deeper shade of scarlet. His eyebrows were so low, he was surprised he could still keep Jake in focus.  

His name was Jack, a fellow pilot he met while at Top Gun. Jake felt like a fool, believing he was worthy of someone who thought of him beyond the combines of his house. He dumped him 2 days after posting a picture of the two of them while at dinner. "This was a bad idea. Sorry" Jake had never felt so low. He was left with the fallout and the "Oh bless his heart" comments. 

Rooster's calls echoed in his ears, bringing him back to reality. "I don't want to keep secrets just to keep you, Jake!" He shouted, taking a few steps back. "I've been in love with you for as long as I've known you. Everybody knows how much I love you." 

"Bradley—" he choked out. 

"Why would I leave when I just got you? I've made so many plans," Bradley’s voice calmed, calmed enough to step forward and cup Jake's cheek. His face finally softened once he saw the sadness displayed across Jake's features. Jake's skin was cold as he swiped along his cheek, catching the tear that had unknowingly slipped, "But I'd give you anything you wanted." 

And with that, Bradley let him go and retreated back to the trenches. Jake stood there a moment, frozen and trying to process Bradley's reassurance. He was loved, he was loved, and he'd continue to be loved. 

Bradley woke up the next morning with a grim reminder of last night with a terrible headache. "Fuck," he groaned, sleepily searching for his phone. After finding it under his pillow, he tapped the screen and squinted at the sudden brightness. His notifications were standard…except one from Instagram. 

jake.seresin tagged you in a post 

His heart skipped a beat and his chest fluttered as he opened it. It was his favorite photo of the two of them. No caption, no location, and the comments turned off—just a tag on the center. @bradbradshaw. He checked the timestamp, determining that he posted it in the middle of the night. 

He flung the top half of his frame over the edge, seeing Jake sleeping peacefully below him. Expertly, he climbed down and straddled the man. "Jesus!" Jake yelped, startled awake by the sudden weight. "Bradshaw, what the fuck?" He blinked the sleep away and settled his hand on Bradley’s hips. 

All Bradley could do was smile down at him, allowing himself to be in sheer bliss. "I saw what you did," he said, pushing some of Jake's bedhead back into place. "I love you." 

Jake took his finger and curled it around Bradley's dog tags, pulling him down for a good morning kiss, "I love you too, Bradshaw."

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Hi!! I would like to request B feeling shy in swimwear and A hyping them up with Bob from TGM? 🥺🥺

Bob Floyd x Fem!Reader

Summary: you and Bob are heading to the beach for the first time since the move to San Diego and you suddenly feel self-conscious in front of all the other pretty girls in bathing suits.

wc: 645

a/n: ahhhh thank you for requesting!! I love this prompt so much! It really fits Bob!

You avoided the mirror all morning, and you also avoided the clothing at the foot of your bed. The olive green ribbed two piece laid out on the white bedspread and taunted your self-esteem. You’ve worn swimsuits before of course, it wasn’t like you were unfamiliar with the outfit but this was the first time you’d be wearing one in sunny San Diego. 

There was something about being amongst California women that made you want to stay indoors and hide under large clothing. You were certainly not the standard of LA beauty in your eyes, those women looked perfect. “Babe we’re going to be late! Natasha and Javy are already at the beach,” your husband called from downstairs. 

Mix in beautiful women and the ridiculously gorgeous bodies of Bob’s friends and it was a recipe for a disaster. The last thing you wanted to do was disappoint the blond, the one thing you hated most in the world was his pretty lips dipped into a frown. “Coming!” you called back, quickly changing and making sure you didn’t forget the largest t-shirt in your closet. 

You felt self-conscious as soon as you stepped foot on the crowded beach in front of the Hard Deck. You found the perfect spot in the sand and brought your knees to your chest while the squadron prepped for dogfight football. “Are you gonna play?” Bob asked from above you as he applied an extra amount of sunscreen to his nose. 

“No,” you answered, looking around at the perfectly toned bodies around you, “I’ll watch.” 

Bob was an observant man and he knew you like the back of his hand. After wiping his palm on the bottom of his yellow shirt, he dropped to his knees and placed his hands on the sides of your thighs. Y/N,” he sighed, beautiful blue eyes looking into yours. He was highly unconvinced by the tone of your voice and your hunched-over posture. “I know you better than that, darlin’. What’s going on inside your pretty head?” 

“The bathing suit,” you whispered, avoiding his gaze. 

“What’s wrong with it?” His eyebrows lowered, eyeing your t-shirt. 

“I don’t look pretty in it. I don’t look like them.” You motioned towards the women around you. 

Bob leaned forward and toyed with the frayed hem of your shirt, “Can I see?” he asked, his lower lip protruding to play up the cuteness factor he had. Reluctantly you nodded and straightened your spine. “Just look at me,” he soothed your nerves with the smooth tone of his voice. 

Nodding, you counted every freckle you could find on his face as he lifted the shift over your head, revealing your swimsuit. It took every ounce of self-control that Bob had not to touch you and moan at the sight of how gorgeous you looked. His hands twitched in anticipation as his eyes trailed your soft exposed skin. “Bobby?” you gulped. 

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Can’t believe you let me marry you. Fuck.” The sudden rasp in his voice made you shiver, goosebumps pricking your skin. His eyes were trained on you, not like they had ever strayed before. “You don’t want to show this off?” He chuckled lowly, his fingertips touching the fabric covering your hips. 

“Does it really look ok?” 

Bob stood and brought you up with him, his hands never leaving your body. “You look beautiful. I promise,” he reassured you, curling his pinky around yours. “The prettiest woman on the beach.” 

A comforting heat spread through your body, pulling him into a long hug. “Thank you, Bobby,” you whispered into the crook of his neck. He put his free hand on the nape of your neck and rubbed the spot tenderly with his thumb. 

“Anything for you. Let’s go kick their asses, yeah?” 

You giggled and kissed his neck again. “Yeah.”

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