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Oral Fixation

Summary: The five times Bradley takes note of your oral fixation. Then the one time he decides to say something to you. (I was watching both Legally Blonde movies when writing this last night so it turned out kind of pink)

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x afab!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, rough deployments, insecurities, alcohol, bars, clubs, sex MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY.

Word count: 3660

Masterlist

One

The first time you met was also coincidentally the first time he noticed your oral fixation. You had been transferred into fightertown from an overseas position. You were a new Psychologist and had been tasked with going around to pretty much everyone on base to inquire about their desire for a therapist. You had found most of the dagger squad in the rec room. Payback, Fanboy and Coyote were all up in the sky and the rest of them were lounging around the room. 

Bradley had turned his head away from the movie on the tv in front of him at the sound of your closed toe pink heels clicking along the tiles of the ground. His eye’s worked their way up from your feet, to your light gray slacks up to the pretty pink silk button up tucked away inside of them. When his eyes finally landed on your face you had been sucking on your cheek. As your eyes connected to his own you let go of your cheek and gave him a sheepish smile. 

“Hi, I’m the new clinical psychologist on base. Vice Admiral Simpson suggested I go around and introduce myself.” You stuck out your hand expectantly. He gave you a smirk wrapping his much larger hand around your own. 

“Bradley Bradshaw, callsign Rooster, Ma’am.” His hand was still clasped with your own, but you didn’t seem to mind. The screams of victory from Phoenix and Bob as they won a game of foosball against Yale and Harvard had your hands separating reluctantly. 

“Here’s my card.” You pulled a stack of them out of your pants pocket. Slipping one out of the pink rubber band they were wrapped in you handed him the small white rectangle. 

“I already have a therapist off base. But is there any way I can call you for dinner?” The boldness of his question had your cheeks heating. You pulled your lip between your teeth, debating how to respond to him. 

“I don’t see why that would be a problem.” You gave him a sweet smile before slipping away from him and working to the other aviators in the room. He watched your every move admiring the way you so easily conversed with the group. He noticed your eyes light up when you got to Hangman and his lips pulled into a frown. He couldn’t hear what you were saying as the two of you were on the other side of the room. 

Jake reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a small container of toothpicks. He shook one out and handed it to you with a smirk. You said something to him before passing him one of your cards and taking the toothpick from him. Bradley watched you place the little piece of spearmint wood between your teeth. Your shoulders relaxed as you closed your lips around the object. Then you were walking his way again and he quickly flicked his eyes back to the tv not wanting to get caught staring. But you had felt his eyes on you the whole time you were in the room. 

Two 

The second time he notices your oral fixation is while you are about a month into dating. He had asked you to go to the hard deck with him. It’s a slow night so you are sitting at the bar talking to Penny. Bradley is at a table with Natasha while she goes on about the double date she and Bob just went on the night before. He was only half listening however. His eyes were focused on your form clad in a pair of high waisted light wash ripped skinny jeans and a bright pink cropped tank top. 

Penny had a customer so she had been helping them which had left you alone briefly. You plucked the cherry from the bottom of your glass and pulled the fruit off the stem. You chewed it quickly before slipping the stem into your mouth. You absentmindedly worked the stem around your mouth as you scanned the bar. Your eyes met Bradleys and you gave him a toothy grin showing him the knot you had made proudly. He sent you a wink and a thumbs up. 

“Are you even paying attention to me?” Natasha huffed out at him dramatically. He turned to his best friend sat across from him and gave her an apologetic look. 

“I’m sorry about that. What were you saying about your date?” The female aviator rolled her eyes before continuing her story. He listened more intently this time actually nodding along and conversing with her as she spoke.

“I’m gonna go grab another beer. You want one too?” He asked her as he stood up, their conversation had ended a moment ago and they had just sat in comfortable silence. But Bradley was desperate to be next to you so he could take in the smell of your floral perfume. Natasha grunted in response, handing him the empty bottle she had been peeling the label from. 

“Hi there cherry blossom.” The long nickname had stuck like glue when he had first laid eyes on the pink flowers tattooed across your back. 

“Roos.” You giggled at him, the silver chain with a single delicate pearl around your neck moving along with your chest. 

“Are you drunk?” His eyes took in the knotted stem filled napkin beside you. He knew Penny had to have been doubling the cherries with the amount he saw. 

“Just a little tipsy. Penny makes amazing drinks, Roos.” You punctuated the sentence by taking a sip of your drink loudly. Bradley let out a laugh at your dramatic show, shaking his head playfully. As you pulled the glass away from your lips a few drops fell along your chin. He moved his thumb up quickly, swiping the drops away. He was going to wipe it off on his jeans but you pulled his thumb up to your mouth and sucked his thumb between your lips. You gave it a small bite before pulling your mouth away.

“Feel like taking a walk to the Bronco with me real quick.” He blinked at you slowly as you uttered the words. 

“Uh yea... Yeap. That sounds good.” He all but dragged you out of the bar, his and Natasha’s drinks forgotten. You eagerly pushed him into the backseat before climbing in beside him. He experienced the best blow job of his life that night. 

Three

The third time he noticed your oral fixation was when he had walked into your office on your lunch break. You were sitting at your desk biting off pieces of twizzlers aggressively. You hadn’t noticed Bradley yet so he sat in the doorway admiring the way you looked. Your eyes were narrowed at your paper and your pen gilded across it making harsh marks along it. 

“You’re gonna rip your paper if you press any harder.” Your hand came up to your chest quickly, eyes widening. 

“Bradley, I didn’t hear you come in.” You glanced at your watch, sat upon your wrist and flenched. Eye’s slowly moved from the screen up to your boyfriend. 

“I didn’t realize what time it was. I’m trying to get through some patient notes. I’m so sorry.” You were supposed to meet him in the cafeteria and have lunch with him there. But you had just had a group come back from a rough deployment and had been swamped with paperwork from their sessions. 

“It’s alright. I knew work has been rough lately so I figured I’d bring lunch to you.” He held up the bag that you had worked together to pack the night before.

“What would I do without you?” You asked him as you rolled your chair back standing up and coming around the desk. Bradley closed the door and moved farther into the room. He opened up your cabinet where you had hidden a microwave and popped in your pasta. 

“You’d be left severely unsatisfied.” You hummed at the double meaning sitting down on the couch usually left for patients to sit on. 

“How was work today?” You questioned him sweetly, smoothing out the material of your checkered pink pencil skirt. 

“Went pretty well. We’re going over a new manual for a few tester planes we might get the chance to fly.” You had heard rumors around the base that the aviators were going to get some cool new toys to play with soon. The microwave alerted Bradley, it was done and he pulled the food out of it before closing the cabinet back. 

“Here you go.” You took the food from him eagerly as he held it out for you. Spinning the pasta around on your fork before taking a large bite. You both sat and ate in silence enjoying the other's company and the good food. As you took the last bite of your pasta you held the plastic fork to your lips. The prongs slipped between your lips and you started to slowly gnaw on the material. Your watch furiously buzzed where it was sitting on your wrist. That seemed to jerk you from your thoughts. You looked at the clock hanging on the wall opposite you and groaned. 

“I’ve got a patient coming in five minutes and I still need to pull everything up from our last session. I hate to cut this short but I’m gonna have to kick you out.” Your lips were set in a pout as you gazed at him. He closed the gap between you, giving you a few quick pecks on your lips before pulling away, listening to you whine pathetically as he did. 

“That’s alright pretty girl. I’ve gotta get back to the hangar anyways.” He stood up and grabbed your container before slipping them both into the lunch box. He grabbed your fork as well and went to throw it away, taking note of the teeth marks embedded in the plastic. He’d have to ask you about your constant need for oral stimulation one day. 

Four

The fourth time he notices your oral fixation he kinda blames it on you being drunk. You’re out celebrating your friend's birthday at a club and Bradley had volunteered to be the designated driver that night for you and your three friends. You were going through shots like it was your job. He had sat at a booth in the corner keeping an eye on you guys as well as keeping an eye on your stuff sat on the table top. 

You had bumped into Jake at some point through the night and had conned him into giving you some of his toothpicks. You had then proceeded to chew through all of them in under an hour. Bradley watched you throw away the last one as it had snapped between your teeth with a pout on your lips. You then scanned the crowd quickly before your eyes landed on him and your face lit up. He watched you weave through the sea of dancing bodies quickly before you were sliding into the booth next to him. 

“How can I help you, pretty girl?” Your already warm cheeks warmed even more at the compliment. 

“You’re so handsome, Roos. Have I told you that already?” You hiccuped as you took his hand in your own. 

“Doesn’t matter much if I did. I’ll tell you till I can’t breathe anymore.” You looked at him with hooded eyes as you brought his hand to your mouth and started to work your soft lip gloss coated lips across the rough skin in open mouthed kisses. 

“You’re smearing your lip gloss everywhere cherry blossom.” He didn’t mind that you were getting it on his skin but he knew you’d be a little upset with the way the pink glitter was coating your face. 

“It’s alright.” You threw his arm over your shoulder and sidled up next to him. He groaned as you laid your lips on his neck. You nipped and licked at the skin languidly. 

“Come on, it’s girls night. He’s not here for you to play vampire with.” You pulled away from him slowly at your friend's words. 

“I’m taking this.” You plucked the small black straw from his glass of Coke, before slipping from the booth. You adjusted your glittery pink dress as you stood and wiped your lip gloss off your face with a napkin. You placed the straw between your lips and gave him a wink. 

You shimmed your way between two of your friends and danced with them for a while. Your teeth chewed on the straw as you lost yourself to the songs. Eventually your friends slipped back to the bar and you took the opportunity to slip back to your mustached boyfriend. He was going to playfully scold you for leaving your friends again but you didn’t give him a chance. 

You scooted into the booth and planted your lips against his. He brought one of his hands up to rest against your face as you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth and sucked on it for a moment. He thought briefly about where your straw had gone but his thoughts were cleared as you slipped your tongue between his lips. Drunk you just couldn’t keep your mouth busy enough it seemed. But he wasn’t complaining one bit. 

Five

The fifth time he had noticed your oral fixation had been one of the funniest. You were both covered in sea water sitting inside an ice cream shop that was along the strip of shops on the coast of the beach. You had gotten done with your ice cream cone way before the tall man sat beside you. He had insisted on getting the largest size they had. You told him you were worried about it melting everywhere but he had shooed you off. 

“I’m gonna go get some gum.” You had spotted a gumball machine when you had first walked into the a/c filled building. 

You dug out a few quarters from your purse and inserted them into the slot. You turned it a couple times before lifting the flap. The handful of pink gumballs filled your hand and you hummed in delight. As you sat back at the table with your boyfriend you slipped two gumballs into your mouth. You chewed on them animatedly, occasionally telling him about something funny that had happened in the show you were watching.

“Fuck.” He had been much slower with his ice cream than he expected and it had started to melt all over his hand.

“Oh here let me get that.” He thought you were gonna reach for a napkin but instead you pulled his fingers to your lips. You popped each one into your mouth, licking all the Chocolate and sprinkles off his fingers. He gave you a bewildered look as you nibbled on each finger tip gently. 

“There ya go all clean.” You seemed proud of yourself for the way you cleaned him off. You grabbed a napkin out of the silver napkin holder and wiped his mustache clean as well. 

“Thank you pretty girl.” You gave him a toothy grin before popping another pink ball into your mouth. You continued on with the funny story you were telling him and he continued to eat his ice cream. Neither of you mentioned what just happened. 

Six

The sixth time he noticed your oral fixation was also the time he decided to ask you about it. It had been the morning after a few intense rounds of sex. You had been out of town for a week at a conference and had just gotten back and the night had been passionate. He had woken up before you which wasn’t a surprise, the jet lag from the trip paired with the activities of the prior night had caught up with you quickly. He slipped on  a pair of his shorts he grabbed from the floor. Then he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. His sleepy eyes took in his shirtless form in the mirror and dropped his toothbrush into the sink. 

There were blue, purple, green and red marks all over his chest, neck and arms. Some of them looked like hickies, others looked like teeth marks. His finger came to run across every mark he could see. He was used to the occasional mark after sex with you but this was another level for the two of you. But he didn’t mind one bit. He was actually ecstatic to have the marks splayed along his body. 

His mind flashed to a tiktok he had seen recently about something called an oral fixation. He thought back to all the times he realized your need for oral stimulation. All the dots seemed to connect as he recalled the information from the short video. He decided to do some research before making breakfast for the both of you. He sat downstairs with his laptop for almost an hour taking notes occasionally in a notebook he kept around the house. 

After about an hour his stomach started to rumble and he closed his laptop. He slipped on an old navy crew neck he grabbed from the dryer before starting on the French toast, eggs and bacon. He knew you’d be hungry after your intense session last night so he made plenty of food. He was just getting done with your matcha latte when you made your way into the kitchen. You had on a pink babydoll nightgown and your hair was a mess. 

“Smells good in here.” You told him as a yawn slipped past your lips. He gave you a peck on the lips when you wrapped your arms around his middle and laid your chin on his chest. 

“I’m almost done with your matcha latte. Why don’t you go sit down and eat?” He nodded his head over to the kitchen island. You puckered your lips at him, batting your lashes at him lazily. He placed his lips upon yours once more before you slipped out of his arms. He landed a smack on your ass as you walked away causing you to gasp. 

He was sitting on a stool next to you after a couple of minutes. You moaned as you put the first bite of French toast in your mouth. He felt pride swell in his chest as the thought of you loving his food so much. He had learned everything he knew from his mother so it always made him happy when you showed how much you enjoyed it. The many cookbooks in the pantry held so many recipes that you were more than pleased to try. 

You guys conversed easily, talking about your seperate week. You took another long sip from your latte as you fixed your eyes on him. He was telling you a funny story about something stupid Maverick had said. You hadn’t realized you had zoned out until Bradley laid a hand on your leg. You stopped chewing on the rubber bit wrapped around the tip of your metal straw. Eyes refocusing on the man in front of you. 

“Do you have an oral fixation cherry blossom?” Bradley felt bad saying it so bluntly when you stopped drinking your match latte and pulled the straw out of your mouth. Your eyes focused on the floor beneath your pink slipper clad feet. You played with the hem of your night dress giving him a nonchalant shrug. 

“It’s okay if you do babe. I just gotta know what I can do to help you.” His finger hooked under your chin bringing your face up so he could see it. 

“It’s something that started as a kid. I normally do it unconsciously. Most of the time it’s when I’m stressed out, tired or need something to do.” You had been told by people before how weird it was. You were constantly chewing on random stuff, eating or chewing gum. Sometimes when you were with a partner you liked to give them love bites. It hadn’t crossed your mind however that you hadn’t told Bradley about the quirk. 

“I love you very much and you are valid to need to stimulate yourself. I’m not judging you. I did some research on it this morning while you slept. Just in case you did, I’d understand it better.” He could tell you were feeling uncomfortable thinking he was making fun of you. You were speechless at his words. No one had ever gone out of their way to understand your unique way of needing stimulation. 

“I’m guessing from what I learned this morning that the marks you left on me last night was your need to feel close to me and grounded during the vigorous activities.” You cocked your head to the side looking down at his shirt. You noticed some hickey marks along his neck but those were pretty normal for the pair of you. He reached for the hem of his crew neck and pulled it up. You gasped a hand coming up to your lips as you looked at the marks decorating his tanned skin. 

“Oh Bradley I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You carefully placed a hand on one especially harsh mark on his chest. 

“It doesn’t hurt, pretty girl. I like that you were comfortable enough with me to be able to stimulate yourself the way you needed to.” He gave you a reassuring smile as he dragged his shirt back down. 

“If you want we can go for another round. You can leave some on my back too.” His eyes held mischief as he looked at you.

“I love you so fucking much.” You giggled before launching yourself out of your stool and collided with the solid mass that was your boyfriend. You were on cloud nine from the open communication from the man you were lucky enough to call your own. 

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this. Likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated. 

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A/N- hey all! This is my submission for @ohtobeleah ‘s Galentine’s party!! I’m so excited to see everyone’s posts and concepts, make sure you check out the submissions under her tag!

Summary- A collection of memories and mood boards documenting you and Jake from engagement to wedding day.

Pairing- Jake Seresin x oc!reader (callsign Storm)

Warnings- language, drinking, smut.

“We can leave the Christmas lights up til January, this our place we make the rules”

It was January 5th now, you knew the chances of Jake being home for Christmas were slim but secretly you’d hoped he would be. He’d begged you not to spend the holiday alone his mother insisting you come to Texas so you’d flown out and spent two fantastic weeks with his family. They had welcomed you with open arms, taking you to all of Jake’s old haunts and involving you in their family traditions. You’d never been close to your parents so the overwhelming love you received from the Seresin family was something you’d never experienced before. You’d gotten to talk to him sporadically over the holiday but you could tell he was heartbroken he couldn’t be there with you. The time went by too fast and before you knew it the 5th had arrived and you were stepping off your plane in San Diego, Coyote was waiting to pick you up and you couldn’t wait to get home to your own bed. You’d put up a small tree with some lights before you left just to keep the seasonal depression at bay, but as you unlocked the door to your shared home you were met with what could only be described as a winter wonderland. The house was covered in lights, decorated ornately with paper snowflakes and there in front of a brand new 8 foot Christmas tree was Jake. He grinned his thousand watt smile at you as you dropped all of your bags and launched yourself into his arms.

“Hey Stormy girl, did ya miss me?”

You let out a watery laugh as you began to sob in earnest, he held you close and pressed kisses into your hair, reassuring you that he was home and this was real. When you finally settled he sat you both down on the couch in front of the massive tree, you were still in shock that not only was he here but he had somehow managed to transform your house into Santa’s workshop.

“What is all this baby?” You whispered against his lips, he’d never been big on Christmas but he knew you loved it so the thoughtfulness and effort put in after a nearly 3 month deployment was not lost on you.

“We didn’t get Christmas together darlin’ and I know being apart has been hard as hell these past few months” he stands up now, walking over to the tree to pick up a small gift you hadn’t even noticed. You gasp as tears well up in your eyes, Jake Seresin is down on one knee surrounded by a literal Christmas wonderland, and he’s about to ask you for forever. “Yes!” You blurt out, causing a belly laugh to erupt from him.

“You didn’t even let me ask sweetheart”

“You can but my answer is still yes, I just want to be yours, forever and ever.”

He closes the distance between you to slide his grandma’s engagement ring on your finger, kissing you in the glow of the twinkle lights.

“My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue, all's well that ends well to end up with you”

A joint bachelor/bachelorette party at the hard deck, all the boys had suggested strip clubs and hookers but Jake just wanted a night with everyone they loved and to maybe get you a little tipsy so he could proposition you for a hookup in the bathroom. You were dancing with Phoenix and a few of your other girlfriends, dressed in the tiniest white dress with a bedazzled cowboy hat and veil that said bride on the front. He didn’t think he could love you more than this moment; eyes full of joy and singing “Don’t stop believing” at the top of your lungs. He’d even let you convince him to wear the ridiculous groom t shirt you’d gotten him, taking all the jesting in stride even though he secretly loved it. He’d always give you whatever you want.

You were a spitfire when you wanted to be, always first to defend him if some cocky asshole got mouthy, he had been an absolute dick to everyone around him for years but since that first dagger squad mission he’d been trying his damndest to make amends.

That was one of the many ways he’d known you were the one, you’d been dating quietl after you and Rooster’s failed engagement had crashed and burned over a year before. During a particularly stressful training day the two had come to blows, both of them ending up in the infirmary as Rooster continued to pelt insults his way. Jake was trying to take it in stride but your temper could only take so much. You were professional but vicious in your descent on him, refusing to let Bradley Bradshaw and his unresolved emotional baggage dismantle all the work Jake had put in to better himself. You’d been a champion for him no matter what and he wasn’t used to anyone having his back, it took his breath away just how much you believed in him.

Watching you now he felt his heart swell, and he couldn’t sit in his chair any longer; the need to hold you carrying him across the room, spinning you into his arms with ease.

“Hi sugar, think I could steal you away for a few minutes?” He whispered in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he dipped you to cheers from the crowd. You threw your head back giggling and took his hand to drag him through the throngs of patrons to the quiet hall that held the bathrooms.

You knew what he wanted, he was always looking for an opportunity to get you wrapped around him, often joking he might have a bit of a kink for getting you off in public spaces but really he was just insatiable when it came to you, especially when you were dressed in what he thought may be the world's smallest dress and rubbing your body all over his.

Placing you on the side of the sink he ran his hands over you now, sliding a hand between your parted legs finding you obscenely wet and he chuckled; maybe he wasn’t the only one that got hot and bothered over hooking up where anyone could find you.

You gasped at his touch and pushed your hands into his hair, needing him to kiss you and he was all too willing, tasting your tongue as you moaned into his mouth, the prettiest sound he ever heard. He pulled your tiny scrap of underwear to the side and pressed his fingers into your dripping core, watching you grind down onto his hand, whispering filthy things he knew you’d be mortified if anyone heard and God he lived for it, you were his dirty girl behind closed doors all for him, only he got to see you like this. You were teetering on the edge now, suddenly removing his fingers from you with a smirk as you protested, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and chest heaving while you begged for him to stop teasing and fuck you. He didn’t have to be told twice, letting you wrench his belt buckle open and unzip his jeans in record time, sliding home into your velvet heat, I love yous breathed out into the humid air of the bar bathroom. He chased your mutual highs quickly, knowing eventually someone would come looking for you, desperate cries pouring from your pouty pink lips and coming hard as you pulsed and fluttered around him, both of you bathed in ecstasy in the dim dingy light. As the two of you attempted to become presentable you were startled by the creaking of the bathroom door, Javy poking his head through and shaking his head with a raucous laugh.

“We’ve been taking turns guarding the bathroom, would you two heathens wrap it up? We’ve got celebrating to do!”

You both couldn’t hold in your laughter, they knew you too well, bracing yourselves for the onslaught of teasing for skipping out on your own party to hook up.

Drinks were distributed, a new game of pool was started and as you gazed at Jake across the room you couldn’t help but be proud of who he had become. He was honorable, steadfast and in fact too good to be true. You had both been damaged and jaded from past mistakes and relationships but had somehow healed each other becoming the best version of yourselves. You’d do it all again if it meant you ended up here, with your magnetic force of a man. Loving him was like coming up for air, he was Christmas morning and birthday wishes on lit candles and technicolor fireworks on the Fourth of July. You couldn’t wait to spend forever loving him.

“You’re my, my, my, my Lover.”

As you sat in the dressing room of the venue overlooking the harbor you were brought back to the night of Penny and Maverick’s wedding just a few years ago. You had come back to San Diego for their nuptials still heartbroken from your failed engagement with Bradley. Over the course of the long weekend you had found love again in the form of your best friend, the man you were finally about to marry.

Sometimes it still felt like a dream, you were afraid you would wake up one morning and still be single and heartbroken in your tiny apartment in Pensacola, but fate had stepped in and brought the two of you together. It hadn’t been easy, you were in tears more often than you’d like to admit when you first started dating long distance, and then deployments apart caused even more strain.

When you were finally promoted to Lieutenant Commander 10 months into your budding romance your superior told you there was an opportunity to fly again at top gun but this time with a new crew. So you and your front seater Viper decided to take the leap and head to Fightertown. Jake couldn’t believe it when he had a knock on his door that Sunday night to find you with all your luggage on his front porch, bottle of champagne in hand asking how he felt about a roommate.

It had been two years since then, both the dagger squad and red knights could be seen mingling outside and you felt your heart swell at how lucky you were to be surrounded by so many amazing friends.

Jake was all nerves on the opposite side of the venue, couldn’t seem to keep his hands from shaking as he tried to put his cufflinks on. Javy swatted his hand away and took over, shaking his head and handing Jake his whiskey to finish up.

“What are you so worried about? Stormy’s in dude, you two were made for each other.”

Jake knew he was being ridiculous, his family loved Stormy, all of his friends did too, he just wanted everything to be perfect for her.

“I’m not worried about her leaving me numb nuts, I just want it to be everything she hopes it is, I’ve checked the weather 100 times today and if it rains I swear-“

“Jake, she’s not just excited about the fairy tale wedding; she’s excited to marry you. The rest of it will turn out perfectly because you two will be together, the rest is gravy bud.”

Jake wondered to himself when Javy had gotten so smart, but he had to admit his wingman was right about one thing, being with you forever was the thing that mattered most and Jake couldn’t wait to start it with you.

As you walked down the aisle you could barely hold it together, Jake was already tearing up when you reached him taking his hand in yours it took all the restraint you had to not go ahead and kiss him. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and even if it had just been the two of you and a justice of the peace that would’ve been enough, because the end result was forever with the love of your life. Jake’s brother-in-law, a preacher back in Texas had been asked to be the officiant and when he finally announced you man and wife you couldn’t get to your love fast enough, pressing your lips to his as he made a show of dipping you for the crowd.

Later that evening in the glow of the harbor lights you were swaying to the music with your husband and you couldn’t put into words how perfect this night had been. He pulled your face close to his as he sang along with the band, and you had to kiss him again, it felt like every cell in your body cried out to be loved and touched by Jake Seresin and you knew without a doubt he always would. No matter where the two of you went he would do everything to love and protect you, and you would always do the same. Forever.

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Robert "Bob" Floyd X Reader - What's a wallflower?

summary: Coyote sets Y/N and Bob up with some alone time. Bob thinks Y/N hates him but it's the complete opposite and he has no idea.

Warnings: swearing, kissing, fanboy being a matchmaker

a/n: hey girliessss! its been a looooooong time since the last time i posted anything. hope u enjoyyyyyy xx

robert “bob” floyd x fem!reader

Robert Floyd was a very shy man on the outside. I always admired him. The way he just sees and hears everything without being seen himself. Like a wallflower.

All of us are at the Hard Deck, Bradley is trying to pick up a girl at the bar. So was Hangman. Fanboy, Coyote, Payback and Phoenix were all chatting with each other while playing pool, as was I. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bob, eating from a cup of peanuts with his drink at the side of him.

He hadn't yet seen me staring as he was watching Bradley try and pull the girl beside him. Did he think the girl was attractive? If he did, I think he's lost his shot at being with her because Bradley is now locking lips with her. Gross.

"Y/N! You listening? It's your turn to shoot." Fanboy shouted to me waving his hand in front of my face. I blinked, shook my head a little then looked to Fanboy.

"Uh sorry. Lost focus for a second." Fanboy gave me a knowing look. He was the only one, other than Bradley (my cousin), that knows I may or may not have a thing for Bob. Bradley only knows because he guessed and I couldn't stop smiling when he mentioned Bob's name.

I grabbed the pool cue off of Fanboy and looked around the table to see where I could pot a ball. I moved around the table and found my shot. I lined my cue up with the white ball, then looked up to see Bob intently watching me. I shook my head and refocused on the ball. I drew the cue back and hit it with enough force so that the ball potted. The white ball then hit another of our balls into one of the holes. Fanboy patted me on the back and said well done before I sat down.

It was now Fanboy's turn to shoot. But before he did, he shouted to Bob.

"Hey Bob! Please could you get my jacket out of Y/N's car? She'll help you find it, can't remember where I put it." My eyes instantly went to Fanboy. I shook my head slightly with a pleading look. I could not be around Bob alone. Last time I was I completely embarrassed myself. I didn't show my face to him for two weeks.

"U-uh sure!" Bob put down his cup of peanuts next to his drink and got up off the chair and headed towards me. "After you." He muttered with his eyes glued to the floor. I began to walk out and turned to give Fanboy a death stare.

The walk to the car was silent. And awkward. Very awkward.

I unlocked my car and decided to start off in the boot of the car while Bob started in the backseat.

"Not here!" Bob shouted as he then began to look in the front seat of the car. I muttered a quick "okay" before continuing looking in the back.

I was zoned out. Just moving things about, not actually looking for Fanboy's jacket.

"Do you like... hate me or something? Did I do something wrong?" I quickly snapped out of my trance and closed the boot so I could see Bob's face.

"Why would I hate you? You haven't done anything wrong..." I furrowed my brows but my tone was quiet.

"You barely talk to me. There was a period of time where you avoided me, I know that because every time you saw me you did a full 180 and practically ran the other way." With every sentence, Bob took a step towards me until he was only a few inches away from me.

"I... I do not hate you." I chuckle as I make eye contact with him, Bob had a serious look on his face.

"Then why do you always avoid me? There has to be a reason..." Bob really wanted to know... Should I tell him? What if he doesn't feel the same way? Fuck it. I'm gonna tell him.

"Bob... I... Fuck!" I couldn't get my words out. I ran a hand through my hair and breathed out through my nostrils.

"You should know already! You're like a fucking wallflower!" Bob's brows furrowed and head tilted to the right in confusion.

"What's a wallflower?" He seemed very confused. The way he looked right now was adorable though.

"It's someone who sees and hears everything around them but isn't seen." I chuckle as I look into his eyes. The moonlight made his face look absolutely ethereal.

"Oh right... But... You still haven't answered my question." Bob had a small smile on his face.

"I..." I sucked it up, he was probably gonna find out sooner or later. "I have feelings for you Bob..." I couldn't look at him, I didn't want to. He surely doesn't like me back.

When I looked up at Bob, he was looking at me with utter shock on his face. Oh no... Shit... I've probably just fucked everything up.

"It-It's alright if you don't feel the same. I don't actually know why I told you... I could've just come up with an excuse but I just said it out loud." I kept on rambling and rambling.

Bob then grabbed both my arms and shouted my name.

We looked at each other intently until our faces began getting closer to each other. Bob couldn't wait as his hands found place on my cheeks and connected his lips to mine. It was a sweet, soft kiss. Severely contrasting to the other guys I've kissed before.

My hands then traced his abs and up to the back of his neck. I pulled him closer and he backed me up against the boot of my car. My hand went up to tug at his hair to which he let out a groan to.

We then pulled away for some air and stared at each other with goofy smiles on our faces.

"I have wanted to do that for so long..." Bob says breathlessly. I giggle as his smile becomes impossibly goofier.

"Come on, let's go back inside." We both then head back inside the Hard Deck to which Bradly, Coyote, Hangman, Phoenix and Fanboy were waiting and cheered as we got back inside.

"Did you tell them all?" I asked, to which Fanboy gave me a smug grin and hugged me.

"Well done for deciding not to be a pussy anymore Y/N/N." He said in my ear, I hit him on his back in reply which received a laugh from him.

I then go over to Bob who took back his place on his chair next to the wall and rested my head on his shoulder.

I'm glad I decided not to be a pussy.

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I feel so bad for Iris but I want to see her kind of like? admit to Hangman she’s down bad.

I.R.I.S Masterlist

Warnings: Smut!! But a whole lot of tension! Jake Seresin x F!reader. Also: read this little concept from yesterday too.

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Oh. I like this. I like this a lot because maybe, just maybe we start to see Iris show some vulnerability. And maybe, just MAYBE, she shows Jake that she isn’t just in this for the sex after all. Perhaps there’s something a little deeper? 

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“Iris, get him off me!” P:E shouted through the comms as you steadied back. You weren’t showing much interest and Coyote could very much tell. He’d been briefed on the situation at hand, the one where you weren’t to be given points based on performance alone anymore. It had pretty much taken you out of the running, but no one beside Jake knew that you knew. 

“You look fine to me Lieutenant Baileys, I’m gonna swing around—“ 

“Are you fucking kidding me! He’s right on my tail!” It was true, Coyote was—you just didn’t give enough of a shit to help as you left P:E to be gunned down. “Fuck!” 

“That’s a kill—“ Coyote confirmed as the tone signal rang out through P:E’s cockpit. “Better luck next time kid.” Coyote smirked, he knew P:E was lacking in certain skills, his dogfighting skills were just one of the long long list—but Coyote also knew if you’d been there, perhaps P:E could’ve lived a little longer through the exercise. 

“Well if you hadn’t paired me with Iris I’d still be alive!” P:E groaned as he made his way back around to land. “You’d think you’d wanna be a little more of a team player there Iris.” 

“You’d be dead anyway dickhead, you suck ass.” You added, not in the mood to just take the slander Gregg Baileys threw at you. 

“Damn, does that attitude of yours come in mens?” P:E chuckled as you came up beside him, flipping him off. “I could use me some—“ 

“I think you cum in men enough for all of us P:E.” You ended the conversation there as you flew off to the left, coming in to land shortly after. Jake was waiting for you as you taxied down and eventually came to a halt. You tried your best to pretend he wasn’t there, but as you went to walk off he just followed. 

“That was idiotic behaviour Iris—“ Jake mumbled as he followed every step you took. “A blatant disregard for your fellow teammate doesn’t bode well in your favor.” 

“Thankyou for your feedback Lieutenant Commander Seresin I’ll be sure to log it away with everyone else’s opinions I didn’t ask for—“ Things were tense ever since the fight you’d had. You knew where you stood with Jake now. He didn’t want to fuck around with you, he didn’t want anything to do with you, he didn’t wanna get involved at the risk of his own career, he didn’t wanna get involved with Pete Mitchell’s daughter. You got it, you understood—but just because you understood didn’t mean it didn’t sting, especially knowing that every second you spend in the TopGun program was a waste of your time. You didn’t come here to be a part of the herd. You wanted the glory of being the best. “Get off my dick, you’re the one who didn’t want fuck all to do with me, so stop pretending you care and let me handle this the way I feel like I should.” 

“Lieutenant Mitchell!” Jake hissed and you halted your steps. “I don’t appreciate your attitude and I’m sure none of your colleagues do either.” Jake spat as you turned to face him, completely and utterly seething as you held your helmet under your arm and against your hip. “Coyote is yet to grade you, but I’m sure it will only reflect the performance you just gave.”

“Oh good then, at least I know I’d get the same shit grading regardless if I’d tried any harder or even better, not flown at all.” You replied. “Am I dismissed, Sir? I’ve got better things to be doing than standing here wasting my time defending my actions.” When Jake didn’t immediately answer, you turned on your heels, you’d decided his silence was as good as being dismissed. 

“No! No you’re not—“ Jake was pissed, he was pissed because although he said he didn’t want to continue whatever the fuck you guys were doing, he still cared enough about you to want to remain friends. You weren’t interested in that concept by the looks of things and fuck did that piss Jake right off. “See me in Admiral Simpson's office.” 

“Jake!” Your eyes grew wide with shock as you turned back around, closing a little of the gap you’d made as you took strides towards him. “Are you serious!?” 

“I'm serious, you don’t get to act this way, there’s a difference between being a brat in bed and being completely insubordinate to a superior officer.” Jake held his ground as you looked at him completely stunned. There was hurt evident in your eyes as you just remained silent and quiet and all things Jake knew you not to be. “Admiral's office, now.”

“How could you do this?” You asked softly, completely gutted that Jake would do this. Especially after everything that went down in your dads office. Was treating you like a career killer not enough for him? He just had to make sure you knew he had the power to end yours too? An eye for an eye? Was that it? 

“Easily.” Jake lied. He hated the way you looked at him with such anger, such hate. But he had to put you down a peg before you flew too close to the sun. “It’s my job, Lieutenant Mitchell.” 

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It’s later that night when all has been said and all has been done that Jake hears a knock on his door. He’s sure everyones at the Hard Deck, he’d been invited but after having dragged you into Admiral Simpson's office for disciplinary actions, he wasn’t feeling all that up to it. 

But when Jake opened his door to see you standing there? Looking all kinds of beautiful and angry? He was speechless. 

“Iris?” 

“Permission to speak freely sir?” You asked permission through gritted teeth as Jake crossed his arms over his chest and frowned, why the fuck were you on his doorstep. 

“Yeah, I guess?” It didn’t take you more than three seconds to smash your fist against Jake's cheek. Rattling his brain as he stumbled back into his own home groaning from the sudden connection. “Oh my god! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!” Jake shouted as he doubled over, pain radiated through his jaw as you stepped inside, shaking your fist. 

“YOU!” You replied harshly. “You got me a goddamn write up!” You couldn’t help but to hiss venom Jake's way, shoving at his shoulders as he stood up. “You couldn’t let it go? You couldn’t let me be angry and upset that nothing I ever do is good enough or will be good enough because of who my damn dad is!” You shouted, clearly distraught, Jake just stood there and took the brunt of your anger. “I’m not good enough for the Navy, I’m not good enough for TopGun, I’m not good enough at anything and most importantly—“ You paused, took a deep breath as you tried to swing another hook Jakes way. He caught your fist though, mid swing and just held it in the air. Eyeing you off with gritted teeth and angry eyes. “I’m not good enough for you!” 

“What are you talking about?” Jake asked as he frowned with confusion laced in his tone. “Iris? The fuck are you even talking about right now?” 

“I’m the one who can’t look at myself in the mirror because I’m obsessed with someone I’ll never have.” Your voice dropped from something of anger to something of sadness as Jake lowered your fist. “I caught feelings and it’s my own fault and we should never have started this Jake because I can’t stop thinking about you—“ Jake smiled for a brief moment, damn. He’d fallen for the one person that was so unattainable it wasn’t funny. Pete Mitchell’s daughter. And you’d fallen for Jake Seresin, your stupid TopGun instructor. “I can’t stop thinking about you and it’s driving me crazy because I said this wasn’t personal, it was just something sexy and secretive and a fucking fling but I—“ Jake cut you off when he stepped closer and pressed his lips against yours, ducking down to scoop you up and wrap your legs around his waist. You moved in tandem with him, allowing him to pick you up with ease as you complied. 

“You drive me insane you know that?” Jake growled as he pressed you up against the nearest wall he could find. “You’re reckless and irresponsible and naive and have an attitude problem that is far beyond anything I’ve ever seen.” Jake listed off all the things he hated to love about you as he ducked his head to suck at the pulse point on your supple neck. “But If I ever see you flunk out in a training session on purpose again I’ll discipline you myself because you need to show these guys just who they’re fucking with.” 

“How would you discipline me?” You challenged Jake, you didn’t wanna talk about what was going on. You wanted a distraction. “Jake? How would you discipline me?” Jake pushed off the wall he’d had you pressed against as he kissed you again, his time more passionately and with more tongue. 

“I’d keep you on the edge, I’d fuck you dumb just how I know you like it but I’ve never let you cum, I’d keep you begging and whining and babbling my name and by the time I’d be finished with you? it’ll be the only thing you’d remember, my name.” Jake teased as he padded down the hall to his room, he was hard as rock by the time he got you in his bed, splayed out and naked just for him. 

The stupid H_ngm_n white graphic T he’d been wearing now long forgotten, same with your plain white one. Nearly identical if not for the black stitching. 

Watching on with lustful eyes as you played with yourself, dancing your delicate fingers across your sensitive bundle of nerves as Jake pumped his fist up and down his cock, spreading the pre cum his tip had oozed. “Fuck—you look so fucking hot.” 

“When Cyclone was screaming at me for being insubordinate all I could think about was fucking you on his desk.” You admitted as Jake came down slowly to kneel on his bed, his eyes never leaving the way you played with yourself. “Or fucking myself on his desk while you watch, either way I got fucked in my fantasy.” 

“Your about to get fucked in reality too.” Jake smirked as he came down to suck harshly at your nipples, swirling his tongue over your hardened buds as you arched your back into his chest. 

“Fuck—“ Your moans echoed off the walls of Jakes bedroom. “Jake!” 

“Ready for me?” 

“Shut up and fuck me already—“ So with that, Jake did. He fucked you hard into his mattress, moaning and groaning in your ear as he did so. 

“Augh—fuck Iris yes!” It felt amazing, Jake set a pace that mimicked that of perfection as he drove himself inside you, flicking his hip back with force every time just to hit the right stop that sent stars flying over your head. “Fuck I love fucking your perfect pussy baby.” 

“Harder!” You begged and Jake obliged. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he pulled back, grabbed your hips and fucked deep into you. Watching with lustful eyes as your tits bounced and your screams echoed. “Yes! Oohhhh fuck yes!! Yes Jake! Feels so fucking good.” 

Nothing felt better than when Jake had flipped you over though. There was just something about the angel he could get, how deep he could drive himself from behind as he gripped your ass in his hands to move you up and down his length. Watching as you curve your spine to rest your cheek down on the mattress and keep your ass high. All for him.

“Oh god oh god oh god oh god—“ It was like a mantra of whimpers escaping from Jake’s mouth as he used your cunt to get himself off. “Ohhh fucking christ send me to hell.” The devil truly had a hand on his shoulder. “Fuck you’re perfect Y/n, so fucking perfect.” Jake's compliment made you forget how to breathe, it was like nothing you’d felt before. 

“So close!” You cried out, reaching up to pay attention to your aching bundle of nerves that needed to feel its release, it’s high. “I need to come Jake please make me cum baby—feels so fucking good!” 

It was at that moment Jake paused his pace, pulled out of you which left you aching for more, only to lay down on his back and led you up to straddle his waist. Sinking you down, slowly and ever so carefully. 

“You wanna cum? Make yourself cum Iris, use me.” Which you did. You used Jake Seresin to get yourself off as you rode him senseless.

“Oh my god yes yes yes, feels so fucking good!” You moaned as your hands pressed into Jake's chest as you slicked his cock up and down with your velvet walls. “Fuck Jake I’m gonna cum!” 

“Look at me when you cum Iris.” Jake begged as he dug his nails into your hips, holding on for dear life as he felt his own high approaching. “I’m gonna cum in the pretty and tight pussy of yours—“ Your reply sent Jake into the stratosphere, it had him coming in milliseconds as you followed him seconds after. 

“Flood me daddy—“ 

“Oh fuck, yes Iris, fuck fuck FUCK--!” 

“Ohhh I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming ahhhh—!” It was euphoric as you came down from your highs together, lying in a sweaty mess in the middle of Jake's bed. Lying in the aftermath of bad decisions and false hope. 

“Stay with me? Just for a little while?” Jake asked softly as he kissed your temple and pulled you close. “We can pretend that whatever this is could actually be normal for a little while, that you’re just some girl I met at some bar and I’m just some guy who gets to love you without consequence.” You didn’t immediately respond, but eventually? You agreed. 

“I’ll stay for a little while.” You replied, your eyelids grew heavier with every second Jake laid drawing unidentifiable objects into your naked back with his fingers. Loving that you fell asleep on his chest, listening to the way you made his heart beat faster. “I’d stay with you forever if it were possible—“ 

You left later that same night, slipped into your jeans and threw your shirt back on all the while Jake slept. You left your bra as a gift, sent Jake a text to say you were all good, just needed your own bed—and slipped out the same way you came in. 

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Pete Mitchell had been expecting you for the better half of half an hour by the time he decided enough was enough and marched into your room. Scared of what he might find when he crossed the threshold—he closed his eyes and announced his presence as he knocked.

“It’s me.” Mav was met with silence, he looked around expecting you to be half decent getting ready for work, except you were still very much sleeping in the middle of your warm fluffy bed covers. “Iris you're gonna be late, what are you still doing in bed? It's seven forty five!” 

“I’m not going—“ Was all you mumbled into your pillow as Pete pulled the blanket from off of you. Thank god you were at least wearing underwear. 

“What do you mean you aren’t going in?” Pete asked with frowned eyebrows. “Of course you’re going in—“ He followed up as he looked at your alarm. Seven forty six. 

“It means, I quit the program dad—I’m not going back.” You hadn’t bothered to mention it to Jake last night but after he’d been excused from Cyclones office you’d pretty much told Beau Simpson he could fuck himself. 

“What? Why would you do that?” Again, your dad pressed you further for information. You hated that he never did tell you what had happened with some of your classmates. The entire system was rigged against you and he wasn’t gonna say a damn thing about it. 

“You know why—“ Before you could even start your counter attack, Mav dropped his gaze. Watching as you rolled over with a groan. 

“Hang on a minute—“ Pete paused his interrogation as you rolled over on your back, exposing the clear as day Hangman graphic strewn across the white T-short. H_ngm_n. With a little stick guy next to it. It had been a gift from Phoenix at a Christmas party a year or two ago. Pete remembers the night fondly until he comes back to the moment and the conclusion that his daughter shouldn’t be wearing Jake Seresins Hangman T-shirt. “Is that? Is that Hangman's shirt?” 

“Huh?” You looked down at your chest.

Holy Crap. You picked up Jake's shirt by mistake in the darkness of his room. 

“Oh, uh—“ 

“Iris? What are you doing sleeping in Hangman's shirt.” Oh god that picture he saw, no it couldn’t be. But that mirror looked awfully similar now that he thought back to it. Similar to the one in your room. “IRIS!” 

“Dad, it’s not what it looks like.”

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... Oops

Harvey x gn!Farmer

Had this thought when I remembered I had to take my meds tonight. I just think it would be nice to have someone who takes care of you when you're a bit stupid and forget to take very important meds 👉👈

Also, Baja Blast is the actual name of my blue chicken lmao

Also also, this is written in third person POV instead of my usual second person POV

Warnings: swearing, dizziness, anxiety, possibly OOC Harvey

Word Count: 1,592

Masterlist

AO3

Harvey rubbed at his eyes as he slipped out of bed, glancing absentmindedly at the empty space beside him. The farmer was already up, of course. He worried for them when he realized how early they woke up each day, but it couldn't be helped if they wanted to take care of their farm all in one day.

He adjusted his glasses on his face as he shuffled to the kitchen. A cup of hot coffee sat on the counter waiting for him, as it always was. He smiled to himself. Fresh coffee from beans they grew themselves always tasted better than anything Gus could ever dream of making. It was perfectly bitter and smooth as he gulped it down.

He looked out the window of the cabin that overlooked the field left to the farmer by their grandfather. There weren't any unwanted stumps, logs or boulders anymore. Fences penned in the animals as they meandered about, munching on fresh grass. The crops were already watered. The scarecrows teetered slightly in the breeze, the fabric of their gloves almost appearing to wave back at him. He always enjoyed the one that resembled an animated movie character - the farmer had been so proud of it when they stuck it into the ground.

His eyes scanned the paths and fences, searching for his partner.

Hm, they must be in one of the barns.

He stared out a while longer, hoping to catch a glimpse as they came out. A concerned frown etched its way onto his face, but he tried writing off the anxiety swarming in his gut. They're probably just refilling the feeders or refilling their kegs or... Really, it's nothing to get worried about. They knew what they were doing! As long as they stayed out of those damn mines, he had nothing to worry about.

He sighed, shaking his head to remove the flood of worried thoughts in his head. Downing the last of the coffee and placing the mug in the sink, he went off to the bathroom to get ready for a day in the clinic.

He peeked out the window again after he got out of the shower. A blue chicken - a gift from Shane the farmer had named Baja Blast - clucked cheerily as it walked out of the open gate. The farmer usually kept the gates closed, always worrying about coyotes or foxes coming to eat their precious hens. It was unusual for them to keep it open, even if they were inside the coop.

He bustled about in a slight rush to get dressed and gather his things for work, namely a giant thermos of coffee and a lunch prepared for him waiting in the fridge, before slipping out of the cabin. He set it all down on a rocking chair sitting on the porch, creaking in the wind.

Baja Blast clucked up at him as he scooped her into his arms. “C’mon, you shouldn’t be out here. All your food is in here,” he says to the chicken as he steps through the gate and closes it behind him. With a cursory glance back, it didn’t seem like any other chickens got out. He couldn’t remember how many his partner had anymore. He had no idea how in the world they kept up with chickens, ducks, goats, sheep, cows, and pigs on one farm alone. It made his head spin trying to guess how they kept their head on straight with so much to do.

He set Baja Blast down with a white chicken, Madame Clucks. She went back right to pecking away at the grass.

Harvey set his hands on his hips as he looked around. Even out here, he couldn’t see the farmer. Okay, how he was worried. His hands fidgeted anxiously as he stumbled in his loafers through the soft dirt to the coop door. If they weren’t in here, he’d have to check the other barns. And if they weren’t in the barns, he’d have to call Marnie or Shane, or, Yoba forbid, Marlon at the Adventurer’s Guild, just in case they really had slipped off to the mines without telling him. But what if they weren’t in the mines? He’d have to call- Yoba, who could he call? Everyone? Ask if they’ve seen the farmer around today? It wasn’t even 8am, nobody would be up and about to know if they’d gone through town.

He pushed open the door, a bit harder than he meant to as some chickens lingering inside bawk’d and spooked away, leaving feathers in their wake. He couldn’t even focus on that. His eyes immediately landed on the figure sitting on the chest by the mayonnaise machine. They were hunched over and holding their head.

“Farmer!” Harvey rushed forward, all the old anxiety quickly replaced with a thousand more fears. He knelt down by them and rested a hand on their shoulder, looking at them with wide eyes. From this angle he could see their eyes were closed, face pinched in discomfort. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

They shook their head. “‘M just lightheaded. I bent down to grab the eggs and I got really dizzy.”

He pressed the back of his hand to their forehead, brushing back some hair as he pulled away. “You’re not running a fever.” He let out a hesitant breath of relief. “Do you think you can stand?”

After a moment, they nodded. Harvey stood up and supported them as they stood. They wobbled on their feet, but he wrapped an arm around their waist to steady them.

“Easy now. Let’s get you back inside.”

“What about-”

“Don’t you dare put your farm over your own wellbeing,” he warned. “I can call Shane and see if he’ll take over for the day.”

The farmer sighed, relenting. He knew how much peace they found tending to everything themselves, despite how overwhelming it seemed on the outside. They had a whole process for everything, and they’d explained before just how much of the simpler tasks they’d automated with sprinklers and some of Maru’s machines. Still, he was absolutely not about to let them go right back to work when they can barely stand up without a light breeze threatening to knock them over.

Harvey opened the gate and helped them through, shooing Baja Blast back inside as he shut the gate again. His partner gave an undignified snort at the offended squawk she let out. “At least you feel well enough to laugh.”

“Like I said, Harv, I’m just dizzy.” They leaned heavily into him as he led them along the paths to the cabin. Their feet hung up on uneven stones and the stairs leading to the door more than once.

“Dizziness is a symptom of something else. I just want to make sure it really is nothing serious.”

“I know you do.” They offered him a slight smile, but it quickly soured to a frown as they shut their eyes again with a frown. “Yoba, it feels like the whole world is spinning.”

“We’re almost there.” The line would have been less out of place if this wasn’t their home that they knew as well as they knew the names of all their animals, but they were too out of it to point it out and Harvey was too in his own head to notice it. So they stumbled together through the house to the large two-person bed.

The farmer laid down with a whine, pressing the balls of their hands to their eyes. “How is this worse somehow?” they groaned.

Harvey pressed a comforting hand to their shoulder. “Did you eat breakfast this morning?” They hummed affirmatively with a nod. “When did you get back home last night?”

“Like… 1? 1:40?”

He sighed, scratching his brow with his thumb. That was a conversation for later. “Did you take your meds?”

The silence was deafening. They covered their whole face with their hands with a muffled, “Fuck, I’m stupid.”

“So you didn’t take your iron?”

They shook their head but regretted it immediately after, uncovering their face with a grimace. Their hands plopped pathetically to the bed beside them. “No, I completely forgot. I was trying to run back from the beach after fishing all night - I must have been so tired it just slipped my mind.”

He let out a long sigh. “At least it’s nothing serious. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“‘M sorry, Harvey.”

“It’s…” He frowned at the idea of saying ‘okay’. As a doctor, he really couldn’t brush off not taking prescribed medication, especially with a partner with such a severe case of anemia. He’d protest against them running a farm at all if they weren’t so determined. “We’ll figure out a better system, okay? We can put them in a pill-minder and keep them on your nightstand.”

They nodded. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

That shocked a laugh out of him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to their forehead, his mustache scratching their skin in a familiar way. “Of course - that is my job after all. Now sit tight, I’ll grab your supplements and call Shane. Anything he needs to know about?”

“Just make sure he pets all of the animals. They deserve daily pats.”

“I’ll make sure he knows,” he chuckled fondly as his footsteps began their retreat from the bedroom to the house beyond.

“I love you!”

His warm laugh rang out again, echoed against the wood Robin nailed together and the photos on the walls. “I love you, too!”

#fanfic #fanfiction #harvey x reader #harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x reader #sdv harvey x farmer #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley x farmer #sdv harvey #stardew valley harvey #stardew valley #fluff

[hangmanssunnies]

They All Know, He's In Love With You.

Summary: From the night you first set eyes on Jake “Hangman” Seresin, and went home with him from the bar, you knew that there wasn’t ever going to be anything serious between you two. You just wish you could figure out why he keeps acting the opposite, and everyone thinks you are together.

Pairings: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem! Civilian!Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick 

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: slight angst, miscommunication trope.

A/N: Just a random thing that I came up with over the weekend. The reader is pretty oblivious, and maybe Jake needs to be a bit better about communication. I hope you like it. Also i gave Jake a promotion because he deserves it. A brief cameo for my darling Coyote. Also, it turned out weird on this, but Hangman's text is italics, and readers should be bolded.

"So, I like your new boyfriend."

The word boyfriend makes you laugh. "He isn't my boyfriend, Zali," you corrected your friend.

The two of you had met up for tapas and drinks. You had asked your current fling to drop you off since you had been at his house the night before and all morning. Hangman lived on base. So, it was always easier for him to pick you up and drive on base. The one time you tried to deal with the mess of getting your car and base clearance and registering yourself all alone, you had gotten so anxious you had just driven home. Ever since then, Hangman had dutifully picked you up from your house anytime you wanted to go over to his house. That choice, though, left you needing a ride off base this morning. However, when he dropped you off at the restaurant, your friend, Zali, had invited him to join you two. An invitation he had gladly excepted with a wink and smile. 

"Are you sure about that one?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"It's a pretty boyfriend thing to grab our drinks," she said. Then she nodded her head over to where Jake was at the bar. 

"He is just being nice. He likes people to think about him as a gentleman." You laughed, shaking your head a bit. 

"Fine," she conceded, but you could tell she wasn't convinced. "How long has it been going on then?"

"We have been sleeping together for a few months now."

"That's a long time to be friends with benefits. It is exclusive?" 

"I don't think so. Jake and I are just fuck buddies."

"You don't know if it's exclusive, and you don't even want to call it friends with benefits. But he is still getting a round of drinks and drove you here. I don't know, Y/N. That sounds messy." 

"It's not messy, and friends with benefits might also just be too strong a phrase for what we are." 

Zali's eyes cut their eyes over again, and you followed them, seeing Jake standing at the edge of your table. He was holding the drinks y'all had requested and a beer for himself. He had an odd look on his face, but it quickly faded, and he threw a smile on.

"Drinks for the ladies," He passed each of you your drinks before taking the seat next to you. 

You all made some conversation, and then once Jake had finished his beer, but before y'all had ordered food, he stood up. "Well I don't want to crash y'all's date, but I appreciate you indulging me for a bit."

You didn't like the way he said indulging and furrowed your brows staring up at him. Zali beat you to questioning, though. "Leaving already? No, you aren't crashing anything, just a friend's lunch. Please stay, Jake."

He looked at you then, like you held the answer to all his questions and should make this decision for him. Which considering it was your friend, you figured you actually probably should make the choice. He was giving you an easy out if you wanted to take it. 

"Yeah, don't live up to your call sign today. You are my ride home," You finally said. Jake grinned, hearing your words. It was his real smile, too, not just that confident aviator one. Then he settled back in his chair. 

"What's a call sign?" Zali asked.

"Silly professional nicknames all these pilots have for each other." You told her, laughing.

"What's your callsign?" She asked Jake. 

"You're going to have to buy me a beer if you want to know," Jake said with a wink. You shook your head and rolled your eyes at that typical answer. Then decided to immediately fill her in.

"They call him Hangman." And Jake didn't protest you giving away his call sign so easily. Instead, his hand made its' way to rest on your thigh a little above your knee as he started to explain a bit more about flying to Zali. The rest of lunch went by without a hitch. 

——-

"I never thought I would live to see the day Hangman brought his girlfriend to meet all of us. Especially when drinking and talking were the two main events. It really gives him no opportunity to show off," Javy "Coyote" Machado told you once Jake had left your side to go greet a friend. 

You were at a beach bonfire that a bunch of Jake's coworkers had thrown together. You hadn't planned on coming and originally didn't think that you would be invited. However, a few hours ago, forgetting the date you had, text Jake wondering if you two could meet up that night. 

He had seemed more than enthusiastic but told you that y'all had to make a stop before he was able to go back to his place. Of course, you had not anticipated that stop was the cookout he and his friends had been planning and talking about for the last several weeks. 

"Well, I'm not his girlfriend, but I appreciate being involved in the party. It's been really fun so far. I'm very honored to be included."

Coyote looked confused, narrowing his eyes at you. "You are Y/N? Right?" he asked, his voice seeming unsure.

"Yeah, I'm Y/N," You bit your lip, trying to think of something that might be identifying about you. "I'm sure it's confusing, but Hangman might have mentioned I'm the one who makes him drive me all over. Especially if we are going to his place on base." You hoped the detail would jog his memory. You weren't sure how many other girls on Jake's roster would do that to him or how much he actually would mention you to his best friend. 

"Yeah, that's what I thought. It's not confusing." Coyote still didn't look like he was completely getting at what you were saying. 

"Well, I wouldn't blame you if it was confusing. But, it's nice for y'all to include me since I just came by unofficially invited."

"Y/N, of course, we wanted you to come. Did you have something else to be doing with your Sunday afternoon?" 

"No, I didn't. I was just shocked because, well, it is Sunday. I used to be the Wednesday Thursday girl, but now I'm usually around more on the Friday Saturday train." 

"Yeah. Y/N, I promise I know exactly who you are. You make those delicious crepes." Javy said. He shook his head at you, and you couldn't help but still feel like you were missing something but decided to brush it off. 

"Yeah, I like to make them sometimes."

"Hangman brought some in for his lunch a few weeks ago and almost murdered me when I stole a bite."

You laughed at this, picturing the two aviators. "Well, if you liked them, I would be more than happy to make you some sometime."

"Make what?" You heard Jake's voice ask from next to you. 

You turned to the spot he had appeared and gave him a soft smile. The wind had tousled his hair, and his sunglasses were precariously perched on his head. You automatically reached up and pulled them off Jake's head, tucking them into the white v-neck he was wearing before they could fall off his head and take damage in the sand. His eyes filled with affection at your action, and the edge of his lip quirked up. 

"Y/N was just offering to make me crepes sometime," Coyote filled in. 

The warm look in Jake's sea glass eyes disappeared, and he cut his gaze to look at Coyote instead of you. "Oh really? Wow."

"Yeah, I was telling her how good those ones I stole a few weeks ago were."

"It wouldn't be that much trouble to make them. That way you don't have to get murdered," you joked.

"You've only ever made me crepes when I beg for them. You said you only make them for special people." Jake said, a small frown on his face. You looked over at him, confused, and cocked an eyebrow. 

"All my friends are special people, Jake." You shot Coyote a wink and a small smile, not wanting to make things too weird with Jake's wingman. "My new friends are obviously included on that list, even if they haven't been friends with me as long as you have, Hangman."

He looked like he wanted to say something, but before he could get the words out, Javy jumped in and changed the subject. 

Jake didn't leave your side the rest of the party after that, making sure he was involved in all your conversations. Then, when things had started to wind down, and you were helping clean up a bit, he slipped away from you. You saw him having a conversation with Coyote again. When you caught the two men staring at you during their conversation, you had given them a small wave. Javy had given you a kind smile back, but the knit in-between Jake's eyebrows only got deeper. 

In fact, you didn't see him smile again until you were driving back to his place on base, humming along with the music he had playing. Spending time with his friends and the slight buzz from the alcohol made you feel bold, so you took his right hand in your left and intertwined your fingers. The smile on his face was so bright; he probably could have turned off the headlights, and y'all would have been just fine. 

——-

You had offhandedly mentioned something about the day being hot and perfect for ice cream while checking the weather app in bed that morning. You thought Jake had still been half asleep when you brought it up because he hadn't even made a sound of acknowledgment. Instead, all he did was nuzzle your neck and tighten the arm he wrapped around your waist. 

That's why it was a surprise when he had pulled his truck into a parking spot near the beach while driving you home in the early afternoon. He further surprised you by taking your hand in his and not letting go until after you had both gotten ice cream, which he had insisted on paying for. 

From there, he led you to the park by the beach, wandering through the different pathways. The two of you were making general conversation. It shocked you how fast Jake demolished his ice cream. Then suddenly, he was looking at you with puppy eyes.

"Can I try some of yours?" He asked sweetly. 

"No, you had your own! This is mine."

"Please, baby, just a little taste," Jake even went as far as to stick out his bottom lip a little bit. 

You pretended like you were considering it and then finally nodded, holding out your ice cream cone. Jake leaned forward to take a small taste, but you pushed it further into his face. It smooshed all over his mouth and nose. The look of shock on his face, combined with the ice cream, made you giggle, having to hold your side from the laughter coming from you. 

"Oh no, baby. You're going to have to pay for that." Jake whipped his face off on the sleeve of the teeshirt he was wearing and glared up at you. Then he started towards you, his hands reaching out to snatch you. You clutched what was left of your ice cream and escaped Jake's searching grasp. You started running away from him, but he was right on your heel. 

It didn't take him more than a moment to catch you and sweep you off your feet. He twirled you around twice before setting you on the ground again, both of you laughing. Jake's hands not moving from where they were circled around your waist.  

You tried to pull away from his embrace when you caught your breath. This only forced him to tighten his arms around you more so that you were now essentially pressed flush to his chest. 

Your eyes roamed his face, and one of your hands clutched his neck. You were tempted to kiss him then, but this whole outing really went against your fuck buddies, friends with benefits, situation you had going on. In fact, most of the things the two of you did together anymore didn't fit into that category. However, before you could commit to pressing your lips together, an elderly couple approached the two of you. 

"You two are such a sweet couple," the old woman said with a twinkle in her eye. 

"Oh, we aren't," you started to say, but you were cut off by Hangman interrupting you. 

"Thank you so much," Jake said with a smile. 

"Now, you two never stop having fun. It'll keep you young," The older gentleman said. The couple smiled at you once more before continuing to walk through the park. 

"I can't wait to be old and happy like that. They were so adorable," Jake said, staring after the two retreating figures. The quiet affection that he was openly showing startling you. You were so caught up in staring at him that you forgot the question on the tip of your tongue about why didn't he let you correct the couple. It was even further pushed to the side when you noticed your melted ice cream dripping. Down your hand and on to Jake again. 

"I think I might need to shower now, and yours is so much bigger than mine," Jake told you, also noticing the mess you two made. He wasn't upset and didn't even seem a little bit bothered by how sticky you two were. 

"I think that can be arranged, Lieutenant Commander Seresin." 

----

After that, it never seemed to be the right time to bring up the couple thing since the moment had passed. However, it was all starting to bother you. Everything you did together felt like a small barb to your heart. The nights spent in his arms, paired with how sweet and affectionate Jake would be. The constant use of pet names. How you spent time with his friends, and that he had started meeting yours. The way that he knew your order at half the restaurants you went to anymore and how you liked to take your morning drink. The way it felt like second nature to hold hands, or for him to grab your thigh when you were driving together in his truck. It was all too familiar, too sweet. 

In your mind, you were thinking about him, wondering how he was doing, planning your weeks and weekends around the time you would spend withJake. But, it had started to become very apparent that your heart was going to get broken. You had let yourself get way too involved with the aviator. So, you decided to hurt yourself a little bit before he could hurt your feelings a lot. 

The next week when Jake texted you asking if you wanted a ride to the bar, you had texted him a kind reply that you weren't planning on going out that night. He had immediately fired back another message asking if you wanted him to pick up take out and come over instead. You again said no and told him to have fun at the bar. Given your rebuffs, it was even more surprising to get text messages from him the next morning. You had fully expected Hangman to still be wrapped around whichever beautiful girl you knew he took home from the bar. 

Saturday market this morning? 

Fresh mini-donuts, on me. 

I can pick you up whenever you're ready. 

Your heart clenched reading the messages, but you decided not to respond. Best to leave it, then try and spend another hour crafting something that made it seem like you didn't care about the offer. So, you decided to jump in the shower and pick how you were going to spend your first Saturday in what felt like a long time without Hangman. However, when you finished your shower and checked your phone, there was a missed call and another message from him. 

Beach day, if you don't want to do the market? 

I'm open to suggestions. 

You stared at the messages; you wanted to say yes, but you knew you had to say no. The more time you spent with him, the more in love you knew you would fall. You were stopping this in its tracks. You had to be strong. 

Great suggestions. I can't today I'm not feeling super great. 

Do you need anything? Medicine? Soup? Cuddles?

No, I am good. Thanks Hangman! 

You had almost sent a heart emoji but caught yourself before you did. You did spend the rest of the day doing chores and chilling, watching Netflix. You also spent the day ignoring the memes and check-in messages Hangman was sending you. He was texting you all week, and you stopped responding to him entirely on Wednesday. It wasn't quite ghosting, but you expected him to take the hint and leave you alone. You did seem to forget that persistence and consistency were a staple of Jake's personality. 

He hadn't stopped messaging you all week. On Friday, like clockwork, you got a message from Jake as he was getting off shift. 

How are you feeling today, sweetheart? 

What are we doing tonight? 

You left his text messages to sit. You had no idea how he hadn't picked up that you weren't talking to him. You had even gone as far as making sure that your read receipts were on for him. An hour passed before your phone pinged again. 

I'm worried. Are you okay?

Send a random emoji if you've been kidnapped. 

Not kidnapped.

Busy. Can't see you anymore.

Glad you aren't dead. 

What about tomorrow?

When I said can't see you anymore. I didn't mean just tonight. 

I can't see you again, at all Jake. I was trying to give you hints.

I've had a lot of fun with you, but I'm done now. 

Please stay safe out there. 

The three dots indicating he was typing immediately popped up, and you waited. After five minutes, you were worried about what kind of paragraph you were going to get convincing to keep being his friends with benefits, but it never came. Instead, the three dots disappeared, and you didn't get any response back. 

Even though this is what you had wanted, what you decided was best. The urge to cry and throw your phone across your room was bubbling in you. It wasn't fair for you not to be direct with him anymore. The small part of you that was hoping he would have some sort of reaction was crushed. But it was done now, over. You could finally start to move on from whatever it was you had with Jake. Let your heart start to stitch itself back together. 

That manifested as yourself wearing pajamas wrapped up in a blanket and watching your favorite comfort movie. You were only about halfway through it when there was a knock at your door, followed by your doorbell being rung twice in a row. You wanted to ignore it, but when the doorbell rang again, you paused your movie and pulled yourself to the door. 

Before opening the door, you grabbed the baseball bat you kept for safety and slowly opened it. The sight before you made you drop your bat, it clanging loudly on the ground. Jake "Hangman" Seresin was on your front step, holding a massive bouquet of seasonal flowers and wearing his dress whites. Your jaw dropped, and you were half tempted to close the door because you had to be hallucinating. 

"I don't know what I did wrong, but whatever it was, I am so sorry." He held the flowers out in front of him like some kind of offering, wiggling them slightly like that would get you to spring into action and accept his apology. Your tongue felt like it had swollen, and you were still in too much shock to respond. 

Jake moved in closer, so he was practically in your doorway now. "Can you forgive me? I haven't seen you in two weeks, and I miss my girl so much." 

His phrasing snapped you out of the mindset you were in, and your grip tightened on the door. "I'm not your girl."

"I'm not letting you break up with me over text Y/N."

"Break up with you?" you asked, confused.

"What else would you call that text? I thought everything was going great, but clearly, I was wrong. We can talk this out, maybe if you let me inside?" His voice remained level and calm, but you could tell that he was a boiling pot of emotions on the inside. His posture was a little too straight, the grip on the flowers almost too tight. 

You stepped to the side to let him into your house. Before coming in, he stooped down to grab a vase that you hadn't noticed until now on the ground before slipping past you. He made a b-line to your kitchen, and you stumbled to put away your baseball bat and close the door. You followed after him hearing water running in your sink. 

"I knew you didn't have any vases big enough for this arrangement." Jake emptied the long-lasting flower food pack that came with the bouquet into the vase and water. He didn't look at you until the flowers were properly settled on your counter and leaned back next to them. You were still lingering in the doorway to your tiny kitchen. 

"I definitely wouldn't have, thank you." 

"I hope you like them."

"They are beautiful."

Silence stretched out between you and him. He was waiting patiently, his arms crossed over his chest. It provided an ample distraction to your nerves, eyes tracing the strain of his muscles against the white of his shirt. 

"Okay, we got to get this over with and talk. What did I do?" Jake asked, finally breaking the silence between you two. 

"You didn't do anything wrong or bad."

"How could that be possible? You don't break up with someone for no reason. Or ignore them and leave them on read."

You let out a frustrated huff and crossed your own arms staring down the aviator. "I realized I couldn't just sit around and wait for you to break my heart."

"I wasn't planning on breaking your heart, baby."

"Well, I'm sure you wouldn't have done it on purpose."

"If we are talking about broken hearts, maybe we should be talking about mine. The one you have been stepping all over for months now." 

"I've been stepping all over your heart?" You asked him in disbelief, pointing at yourself like there was anyone else in the room.

"Yes!" Jake's hands came down to grip the edge of your kitchen counter. "We have been dating for months, and you have refused to tell anyone. Denying at every turn. You acted like we weren't even together when you were hanging out with my friends. You flirted with Coyote and said you would make him crepes!"

"I was trying to be nice to your wingman. I was not flirting." Hangman rolled his eyes at you, saying that. "Plus," you continued on, ignoring his eye roll. "We aren't together. We aren't dating. I'm just one of your fuck buddies." 

His eyes widened, and he stared at you in shock. "Oh my god," he breathed out. "You really haven't thought we are dating?"

"No?" You told him. Not sure why he seemed so confused by this. 

"We spend almost every weekend together, and we talk every day."

"Yeah, I know. Why do you think I," You couldn't even finish your sentence, though. 

"I don't know where our miscommunication happened," Jake told you, stepping away from the counter and slowly pacing towards you in the doorway. "But I am stopping it right now in its tracks. And I will say this, I have been under the impression you were my girlfriend since I took you sailing. I asked you if there was anyone else in the picture, and you said no. Then when I asked if I could be in the picture, you said I could be the whole picture."

"That was like the fourth time we hung out, Jake." 

"Yeah, I know," he breathed, and he was only a few feet away from you now. 

"I don't know what to say." Your mind was spinning. You were so confused you thought Jake had been seeing other people this whole time. You had not interpreted that conversation to mean you were dating or exclusive. He just hummed and stepped closer to you so that you were now inches apart. 

"There hasn't been anyone else?"

"No. No one else. Not even in the start. It has only been you, baby girl."

"I thought." 

His lips ghosted over yours, then taking your breath away. "Stop thinking so much. I love you. Do you love me?" He asked, his hand coming up to cup your face and tip your head slightly so your eyes could meet his. You took a bated breath, mind whirling a million miles an hour before you could respond. 

"I love you too, Jake." 

"Good," Jake said, grinning. "Now, will you be my exclusive girlfriend, my other half, and continue to be my favorite person I spend all my weekends with?"

"Yes, I would like that very much." 

That was what it took for Jake to finally kiss you. His hand cupping your cheek, pressing you in close to the wall pinned there with his own body. And there was absolutely nowhere else you wanted to be, except maybe in bed with this man. Something that was quickly remedied only a few minutes later. 

#jake seresin x reader #hangman x you #hangman x reader

[callsigndragon]

A Glimpse of Us | Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x fem!WSO!reader (Call sign: Arrow)

Word count: 2033

Summary: Ever wondered why everyone in the room fell silent when Rooster said that 'the only place Jake will lead someone is an early grave'? Well, here's the story.

Warnings: DEATH, aircraft accident, blood, angst, so much angst, mentions of anxiety, allusion to depression, idk y'all this one breaks hearts.

Tag list: @tayrae515 @alexxavicry @xoxabs88xox @mercurio23 @shrimping-for-all @abaker74 @smells-like-perfect-senses

A/N: So I said how much do you want me to break your heart? And @purplevortexx said yes. This is the result.

The only place you’ll lead anyone is to an early grave

In the navy, there are unwritten rules: 

No one is left behind, unless there’s no choice. 

Your squad is your family; you can always rely on them. 

And no one brings up what happened to Arrow. 

With that comment, Rooster has just rubbed salt into the wound. Coyote and Phoenix look at Hangman, waiting for his reaction. He waves it off, teasing Rooster, trying to get him back. But the two aviators know better than that. Jake leaves the bar soon after that, his head filled with images of the accident. 

Arrow was Jake’s backseater. The call sign, given by the rest of the academy members because of her perfect aim, was one of the things Hangman admired about her. She was funny, witty, dreamy, and a hell of a WSO. 

She fell first, but he fell harder. 

The two of them became inseparable. They weren’t anything alike, but they complemented each other. Arrow usually stopped Hangman before his jokes went too far. Hangman left post-it notes in the mirror whenever he couldn’t stay to spend the night. 

She painted rainbows when his days were blue. She was the only one he could trust. 

Arrow was the first person he trusted to talk about his fears. He always felt like he wasn't enough. He tried to hide it with his sarcasm, but when he was alone at night, in the darkness of his room, all those bad thoughts, fears, and anxiety about not living up to his family's expectations flooded him. He couldn’t sleep. He had tried all the possible options. 

It got to the point where he drank until he passed out. But the hangover the next day was too much to handle. When he asked her for help, she didn’t judge him. She didn’t mock him. She just smiled and asked him if he wanted to stay at her house that night. It turns out that she was the only thing he needed. 

Her arms embraced him all night. The sweet essence of her shampoo after she got out of the shower became his favorite perfume. The fluffiness of her pajamas was like the most perfect blanket. It was the first night in many years that he slept for hours. 

And that’s when he knew she was the one. 

Jake asked her to be his girlfriend the next morning. She was so in love with him that she didn’t hesitate for a second. Why would she? He was the perfect man. He always had a hand on the small of her back whenever they were in a crowded room, knowing that sometimes she got overwhelmed. He covered the corner of the tables with his hand whenever she dropped her fork, not wanting her to bump her head by accident. In those nights when he couldn’t sleep even when she tried her best, he would tip-toe to her desk, careful not to wake her up, and write the most beautiful words in letters that he hid in her makeup drawer, in her gym bag, in her car... 

It was the things that his grandpa did with his grandma. He had always wanted to find a love as pure as the one they had. And he found it. He wanted to keep it forever. 

They were assigned to a mission in the mountains. Nothing too risky, just the usual. Hangman had a plan for this. It was their anniversary. One year together. They intended to take a few days off, stay in a hotel, and rest. Enjoy the view; maybe walk by the beach while the moonlight shone in her beautiful eyes. But duty called, and they had to answer. 

That didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to carry out his plan. 

The mission was a success, and they were turning the aircraft around to go back to the carrier when an enemy aircraft appeared out of nowhere. It was below radar; it was impossible for any of the four F-18s in the squad to react. The bandit went straight for Hangman’s aircraft, and before the rest of the squad could act, three other lights popped on the radar. Four against four. That meant only one thing. 

A dog fight all the way back home. 

Jake performed every maneuver he had ever been taught, as well as some of his own invention. He tried to get rid of the bandit; he tried to ask for help but knew that it was impossible. All his other members were in the same situation. Jake yelled to the radio officer to send backup their way. It would take a few minutes; he had to keep everyone alive. His squad members. His backseater. 

The love of his life. 

“Jake, Phoenix is in danger,” Arrow said, tossing in her seat to look at Phoenix’s aircraft. 

As if the situation couldn’t be worse, the female aviator’s voice came through the radio. “I’m out of flares. I need help!” 

“Shit. Where’s the backup?” Jake asked. 

“Two minutes away” was the answer he got. 

“We don’t even have thirty seconds,” Arrow said. And Jake gritted his teeth in anger, knowing that she was right. 

“Arrow, we only have one round of flares left” 

Her air came out in a shaky breath. “Go” 

He knew, as well as she did, that if they helped her, they would have to eject from the aircraft. They would be in front of that bandit, with zero chance of avoiding them. Jake felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. He had to save his team members. Even if that meant putting the woman he loved in front of a missile. 

Jake pulled a cobra maneuver, putting himself above Phoenix’s plane. Arrow released the flares, and the missile that was locked on Nat’s aircraft, exploded right behind them. Jake miscalculated, he was closer to the explosion than he thought. The engines got hit by the shrapnel. 

He could hear her terrified yelling when they went down. He tried to restart the engines, but it was futile. They had to eject. One second later, Jake was grabbing the harness of his opened parachute while looking around to look for Arrow. 

He was the only one there. 

She never made it off the plane. 

He pulled the handles around to follow the path of the plane. Jake crashed into a vast plain, and the plane in front of him was completely destroyed. He ran to it after he cut off the lines that connected him to the parachute. She was inside; her face, which always lit up with a smile whenever he was nearby, was covered in blood. He carried her out of there, even if he knew that he wasn’t supposed to move her. 

Honestly, he couldn’t care less. 

“Hey, hey, darling. Open your eyes for me. I need you to look at me” he begged her with tears in his eyes as he left her on the ground. 

She could barely open her eyes, but she raised a hand in search of him. “Jakey?” 

"Yeah, my love," he couldn't hold back the tears any longer. He knew how much effort it took her to just call out his name. He wouldn’t be able to save her. “I’m here with you” 

She coughed, blood dripping from her mouth. “I’m sorry” 

He shook his head, his hand angrily wiped his tears away. “Don’t be sorry for anything, love. It’s my fault” 

“I’m gonna die on our anniversary,” she managed to say before another round of coughing brought more blood to her mouth. She didn’t have much time left. 

He touched his pockets, looking around for a tiny, blue velvet box that he had planned to give her once they landed in the carrier. “You’re not gonna die. And I'm so sure of it that I'm going to ask you to marry me," he said, opening the box with unsteady hands and showing her the lovely ring he had purchased for her. “What do you say?” 

She nodded with difficulty, and he slid the ring onto his stained finger. “I love you, Mrs Seresin” 

“I’m not taking your last name,” she said, making him laugh and cry more. 

“Of course you are,” he kissed her forehead, noticing that her eyes were unfocused and she was moving less and less. “Honey? Stay with me. You can’t leave me” 

“I love you,” she said before her body stopped moving, and she closed one last time. 

He sat there for hours with her lifeless body in his arms. He doesn’t remember how much time passed until the rescue team appeared to get them. Phoenix told him that the paramedics had to sedate him because he wouldn’t let go of her body. He even said that he wanted to be buried with her. Jake didn’t want to live without Arrow. 

Phoenix and Coyote helped him for months. They had to force him to eat, to get out of bed, and to shower. He wasn’t himself. That is, until he found one letter hidden inside his winter boots. It seems like before she died, she left small letters around the house, just like he did. 

The envelope said: “If I ever leave you” 

My love, 

I hope you never have to read this letter. I have been hiding these letters around the house for a few days now. This one I’ll give to Coyote. He will place it somewhere if something ever happens to me. I know you gave one to Phoenix; she told me. It’s only fair that I write one to you. 

You are my soulmate. I’ve never believed in them. I never imagined that there could be someone who was created to love you and be loved by you. Until I met you. You’re everything I've been missing, everything I need, and everything I wanted. And if you’re reading this now, it means I’m gone. 

I don't know how it happened, but I can see your sad face in my mind while I write these words for you. You can’t be sad forever, love. There are so many things for you to do, so many people to meet, and so much love to give. I know, I know. It seems impossible to fall in love with another person, right? But hear me out, honey. You deserve to be loved. You deserve to find a love like the one we had. Someone who will hold you every night and be there for you even on your worst days. 

So please, promise me that you’ll do it. Promise me that you’ll seek out the love you deserve. If someone in this world deserves to be loved, that’s you. 

Wait, why haven’t you promised it? I didn’t hear you. Say it! 

Jake laughed, and promised out loud that he would look out for that love when the time came. 

That’s my Jakey. I knew you could do it. You’re always been the perfect man. And I know it’s gonna be rough, honey. But this is life. People come and go. Maybe we weren’t meant to be. Maybe your soulmate was out there, and it wasn’t me. But you were mine, for sure. And I’m so glad that I could be with you until the very end. 

Look out for that soulmate. Do it for me. Be happy for me. I’ll be watching over you. 

Goodbye, Jake. 

Yours forever, 

Rainbow. 

Jake’s tears stained the letter, and he carefully cleaned them up before her handwriting was damaged. 

True to his words, he took care of himself. He went to therapy and slowly learned to live without Arrow. It wasn’t easy, and he became more sarcastic than ever. Nobody was there to stop him now, so he sometimes took things too far. 

He began dating again. But it soon proved to be a bad decision. Because every time he was sure he had found someone really interesting, he found himself looking for a glimpse of her in them. 

And that’s when he got up, made up an excuse, and left, because it wasn’t her.

It would never be her. 

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[stillsaltyaboutmcr]

They get like this when they’re drunk: Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin

I had an idea where the reader and Phoenix have to take care of the boys of Dagger Squad at the Hard Deck and they all have little secret quirks when they’re all drunk but the reader gets stuck dealing with Brad and Jake and now Y/N is stuck in a love triangle

(i hope that explanation made sense)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, heavy touching (non sexual), exhausted reader, Phoenix laughing at you 24/7 when you turn into a babysitter for two grown men, Rooster being very flirty (a little sexual)

Every Saturday night, the Dagger Swuad went out to the Hard Deck to celebrate making it another week.

It was a way for us all to let loose and have fun without the stress of the Navy on us.

But this meant that some members got a little too heavy with their drinking, aka, the boys.

Phoenix and I usually flipped a coin to see who took care of who and I usually got lucky. Fanboy, Payback and Coyote were easy to take care of. Coyote usually got the munchies when he was drunk, so I would make a stop at a Mcdonald’s or something alike to get him food and he’d pass out, like a toddler. Fanboy usually had to be pulled off the dance floor, but he’s get a McFlurry and constantly tell me how much he loves me for buying him ice cream and that I’m the best mom ever, even though hes 2 years older than me. Payback liked to hit on girls, so you’d have to apologize and pull him away and repeatedly tell him “you don’t even know her name.”

He’s rebuttle and say “It’s Kathy!” But every girl’s name was Kathy if you catch my drift. But he’s usually comply and immediately pass out as soon before you could even start your car.

Phoenix usually got stuck dealing with Rooster and Hangman, who according to her are a handful. I pray the day for me to take care of them never comes, and tonight is no different.

When the coin flipping occurred earlier this morning, I got my usual 3 boys and she groaned. “Why can’t you take them this once, give me a break?”

“Because my 3 are easy, I get them some food and they take naps until I drop them off. It’s a breeze! I don’t ever wanna give that up!” She furrowed her brows and pointed at me.

“One day, you’ll get stuck with them and I’ll laugh. It’ll be the best day of my life watching you tackle that chaos.”

But alas, here we were, quickly approaching the time of the night where the boys crossed the threshold of tipsy to drunk. Fanboy was already dancing his little heart out and Payback was already hunting down his next Kathy. I always kept an eye on those 3 so I could swoop in and get them out as quickly as possible.

I was nursing a margarita, sat at the bar talking to Penny when Phoenix came up to me. “Hey, Coyote just puked everywhere, I have to take him home. I’ll be back though to retrieve Roos and Hangman.” I nodded and told her good luck. She had just lightened my load and saved me a stop, so I couldn’t complain. Penny sent one of her employees over to clean his mess as we continued our conversation.

I explained to her how Phoenix and I watch the boys and take them home. She laughed. “You both flip a coin to see who you babysit?? Let alone, you’re babysitting fully grown men?” She covered her face with her hand, still snickering as I explained how they all acted once drunk.

“That’s priceless! I couldn’t imagine having to babysit-“ Just before she could finish hee sentence, we both turn to see Maverick fall off his barstool, taking his beer bottle with him with a crash. “I take that back, looks like I can imagine babysitting a fully grown man. Be right back.” She tossed her towel over hee shoulder and walked off to help Maverick off the ground. I couldn’t help but chuckle. He was obviously very out of it, the alcohol showing it’s full effect.

“Hey, where’s Nat?” A slur of words appeared behind me and there was Hangman, a beer in hand. He had to be well done for. His eyes were glazed over and he had a permanent smirk etched on his face, but his words were slurred beyond belief.

“She had to take Coyote home, she’ll be back to come get you and Rooster.” I stood up and faced him, deciding I should probably keep an eye on everyone since Phoenix was gone for the time being.

“Oh, thank you, you’re the best.” Hangman brought me in for a hug, wrapping his arms around my waist. It was sudden and out of nowhere, leaving me in shock. He bummed contently and added, “You’re very warm, it’s quite nice.” I sat there in his arms for a minute, patting his back lightl, waiting for a release that never came. I slightly tried to step away but he whined and his grip became tighter. “Nooo-“

“Hangman, you gotta let me go dude.”

“But I don’t wannnaaa.” Oh. My. God. Hangman was a Level 5 clinger when he’s drunk. He was a fucking cuddler!! Big, tough and scary Hangman turned into a softy when drunk! You loved this revelation and would totally use it to your advance at work.

“Hangman, buddy, you gotta let go.” You finally managed to push him off and he pouted.

“Fiiine. But I’ll be back for more hugs!” He walked away and you were left baffled. This was NOT the Hangman you knew. Coming back for more hugs? Who the fuck was this guy?

You continued on with your night, eventually making your way to the dance floor. You hadn’t seen Phoenix come back and to think about it, you hadn’t seen Fanboy or Payback either for awhile. You decided to text the group to see if anyone would respond with their location when you saw the text.

Tasha

‘I took Payback and Fanboy too. We’re still at Coyote’s, he’s really sick. I’m so sorry hun, it’s your turn to deal with Brad and Jake. xoxo”

Oh my god, she totally screwed you over. You looked up in a panic to try to find the two boys. You located Hangman with no issue, he was talking to Penny at the bar, probably getting another drink, but could not find Rooster anywhere. You started to panic and type a text to Phoenix to see if she took him too when two arms wrapped around your waist from behind and pick you up, slinging you over the shoulder of the stranger and walking you outside to the patio before setting you down.

“Hey gorgeous.” Bradley was the mystery man. “Thought we could get some alone time.” Bradley was a flirt, of course he was. No wonder Phoenix had begged you to take them. Jake was a clinger and Bradley was a flirt. You could only imagine what hell you’ll be in once you have to tackle both at the same time later.

“Rooster, you scared the shit out of me!!” You hit his arm and he quickly covered the impact spot with his hand, sarcastically wincing. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just trying to see if a fine lady like you would wanna get out of here?” You sighed and punched the bridge of your nose.

“Brad-“

“Listen, no one has to know C/S. I’m really glad Phoenix took everyone, because now you and I can go have some one on one.” He took a step closer to you. “I’ve been meaning to ask you for awhile. I see you at work all the time in that flight suit, the way it hugs your-“

“Bradley!!” You stopped him before he could continue. “I think you’re cut off for tonight. Give me your credit card, I’m closing your tab.”

“But baby, don’t you wanna go have a dance?” You rolled your eyes and decided to just reach into his pant pocket and take his whole wallet. “Woah!! At least let me take you to dinner first sugar! No need to rush right into my pants, but if you want it that bad, just say so.” He stepped closer once again but you put your hand out and placed it on his chest.

“Stay right here, I’ll be back.”

“Ooo, okay honey. I’ll be waiting.” He shot you a wink before you headed in to collect Hangman’s wallet and close all three of your tabs. You were at the bar, closing yours and Rooster’s when a warm presence came up behind you, arms resting on your shoulders, breath on your neck.

“Hi Hangman.” You didn’t even need to look. Peggy took the two cards and you turned around to give yourself some space. “Can I have your card? I’m closing out tabs so I can take you and Rooster home.” He smiled and handed over his card.

“Can we drop Rooster off first? I really want you to stay over so I can hold you all night. You’re so warm and comforting and I can’t keep my eyes off of you.” You turned around and gave Penny his card and put yours and Rooster’s back.

“No, I have errands to run in the morning so I need to get home as soon as possible so I can get good sleep.” You heard him whine behind you. He placed himself on you again, resting his head on top of yours. You sighed as you signed for him. Turning around and pushing him off once again, you gave him his card back and took his arm so you could go retrieve Rooster and get the hell out of here.

Rooster was right where you left him and when he saw Hangman trailing behind you, his smirked. “You wanna bring another man into this huh? New to me but whatever gets you in the mood sugar.” You rolled your eyes as you dragged both of them to your car and practically shoving them in the backseat.

The whole carride consisted of Rooster making innuendos and Hangman whining about not being able to reach you.

You dropped Rooster off and Hangman took the chance to move to the front seat while you were away helping Rooster get inside. You cursed yourself for not dropping him off first. “Mm, finally.” He rested his head on your shoulder and his right hand traced up and down your thigh while the left hand rested under his chin. He stayed like that, making content little noises. “I love you.”

You about crashed when it came flying out of his mouth. You pulled up to a stoplight and looked down, he was unphased like saying that was an everyday occurance for him. Where did that come from?

You quickly pulled up to his house and got him to the front door and he wouldn’t let you go, begging you to come inside and stay so he could hold you a little longer. You were able to step away and give yourself space before he said it again, “I love you, I really do.” He seemed like a lovesick puppy. You had no clue how many times he’s done this to Phoenix, or how many times Rooster’s hit on her like he did to you at the bar. You finally understood why they were such a handful.

You got him in and headed home when your phone rang. “Hey girl, what’s up?”

It was Phoenix.

“Well I was calling to check in on you, see how things are going?” You could hear a very miserable Coyote in the background, Fanboy giving him small reassurances. It was quite funny to be honest.

“I just dropped off Hangman, I’m man free and headed home.”

“How’d it go?”

“Well,” you started laughing. “Rooster tried to hit on me, telling me how good my flight suit hugged my body and made all these innuendos. He kept telling me how he’d been waiting for forever to admit that he’d had his eyes on me for awhile.”

“Wait what?”

You thought you’d broken up during your explanation, so you began again when she stopped you. “No, no, I heard you. I’m just shocked. He’s never been like that. He usually hits on me a little but it’s more just asking for a dance and calling me baby. He’s never confessed something nor commented on my body.”

“Well, he’s probably scared of you Nat.” You chuckled trying to make an excuse.

“Do you think he was telling the truth?”

You swallowed hard, hoping she was joking. “No, maybe he just had more to drink than usual.”

“I-“ she sighed. “What about Hangman?”

“He’s a Level 5 clinger.”

Her laugh rang through the phone, “Oh, I know. He is so touchy it’s adorable.”

“I totally plan on using it for blackmail. He tried to get me to stay over so he could ‘hold me more’. He also told me he loves me twice.”

“He said he loves you??”

“Please tell me he does that to you too.”

“Uh…no, nor does he ask me to stay over. He usually just whines because he wants cuddles.

“Fuck.”

“You know Y/N, drunk words are sober thoughts.”

“Shut up, they do not feel that way towards me. They were drunk, that’s all Nat.” You did not want to be caught up in this mess, especially with those two.

“You never know, but hey, Coyote’s throwing up again, I gotta go. Get some rest girl, thanks for taking them!” She hung up just as you were pulling up to your place.

Could they really feel that way towards you? Or was it just the alcohol talking?

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[nobody7102]

Unless You Are A Fool

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Warning: None

A/N: Wanted to do my take on a little flashback.

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The warm atmosphere of the Hard Deck swirled around the familiar group of aviators as pool cues were tossed around. “So what’s everyone doing with their two week off?” Pete hummed watching as his team passed around drinks.

“Sleeping” Mickey hummed, which was followed by a chorus of similar responses. 

Laughing at the response, Pete turned to the three people who hadn’t answered his question. “Bradley, Jake, Natasha? What about the three of you?” 

Javy nudged Jake's side “We all know what Seresin and Trace are gonna get up to” before mimicking kissing sounds as he stuck his tongue out. 

Shaking her head, Natasha grabbed a stray peanut shell from Bob’s pile on the table and threw it at the pilot “At least he’s getting something Coyote” she smiled watching as he dodged the shell. “We’re actually going to be hanging out with Rooster.” she hummed, upon hearing the words fall from her mouth, Bradley stiffened. 

Standing from his bend over spot at the pool table, Bradley leaned against his cue. “You two were serious about that?” 

Moving away from Coyote, Jake nodded to Rooster as he made his way next to Natasha “She’s my best friend Bradshaw, you don’t get to hog her while she’s here” He wrapped his arm around Natasha’s shoulder “Besides, since we’ve both been talking about her, I figured Nat could meet her finally.” 

Slowly nodding, Bradley hummed. “Okay… well I’m picking her up form the airport tomorrow morning” 

“Hold on” Javy held up his hand “Who the hell are we talking about?” Bradley and Jake looked around the group to see the confused faces before looking at each other, Bradley nodded to Jake.

Letting out a sigh Jake spoke “A few years ago, Rooster and I were stationed together in my hometown down in Texas… I wanted to show him around town… and my best friend Y/N wanted to welcome me back home, so our first night there the three of us went out for a drink. The next thing I know I’m alone at the bar with no idea where Y/N or Rooster are so I made my way back to my housing. Rooster was my neighbor, so let's just say when I got back to my place I knew exactly where both of them were” 

“Hey I didn’t know you were my neighbor” Rooster defended himself

“Yeah but you did know that the walls between housings are thin” Jake pointed at Bradley “Y/N is practically my little sister, I did not need to hear everything I heard that night” 

Furrowing his brow, Pete set his beer down “Brad you’ve got a girlfriend?”

Turning to face Pete, Bradley sheepishly nodded “I was gonna tell you but there was never really a good time… but you can meet her tomorrow if you want. Like I said I’m picking her up from the airport, Jake and Nat are coming, you could come too?” 

“Actually…” Natasha started “Bob and I were gonna be on base in the morning just to test out some new maneuvers. But I can meet up with you guys here for lunch like we talked about” Nat placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder as he nodded.

“Well Bradshaw, just you, me, and Maverick tomorrow” 

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“I can’t believe you’re actually wearing that god awful shirt” Jake shook his head as he sat next to Rooster and Mav.

Furrowing his brows, Bradley looked down at the teal shirt that very similarly resembled a can of ‘Arizona Green Tea’ before he mumbled “Y/N got me this shirt” 

“Are you two gonna be able to play nice?” Pete crossed his arms “Because I’m sure she’s not gonna want to spend her whole trip listening to the two of you bicker” 

A smile came to the two pilots' faces as they listened to their captain. “Oh she dealt with Jake in high school and the two of us together for like three years now” Bradley clapped his hand down on Pete’s shoulder “I think it’ll be fine” moving to stand Bradley twirled the single flower he bought just outside the airport before walking to look out the glass doors that lead onto the tarmac. A smile graced over Bradley’s face as he waved for Mav and Jake to stand as he made his way outside.

A few feet away, people exited the plane. The group of three took a few minutes watching the crowd before Jake and Bradley laughed seeing Y/N step off of the blane with a small duffle slung over her shoulder as she walked down the steps of the plane her eyes scanned her surroundings before a grin broke out on her face.

“Roost!” she yelled before taking off towards the pilot with her arms outstretched. Bradley jogged forward holding out the flower to Y/N, who just dropped her duffleand plucked the flower from his hand before wrapping her arms around his frame as Bradley ducked his head down to capture her lips in a kiss before they pulled apart and she tucked her head into the crook of his neck. “I missed you” she mumbled.

Kissing the side of her head, Bradley smiled back as his eyes caught sight of Jake who rolled his eyes at the sight. “You should go to grumpy, he thinks I’m gonna hog you this whole visit” 

Pulling out of the hug, Y/N smiled once more seeing Jake before she jogged up to him to capture him in her embrace. “Have you been good Serein” she hummed

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that Y/L/N?” Jake chuckled. 

Pulling from the hug Y/N turned to Bradley and pointed at Jake “Have you two been giving each other trouble?” 

“When does he not give me trouble Honey?” Bradley grabbed Y/N’s duffle and walked over before he placed a hand on Y/N’s waist and led her over to Pete. “Honey, this is Jake and I’s captain, Pete Mitchell… and my Uncle Maverick”

Sticking out his hand “It’s a pleasure t-” Before he could finish Y/N extended a hug to Pete, who froze for a moment, eyes flickering to Bradley and Jake.

‘She’s a hugger’ Jake mouthed before Pete hugged the woman back.

“Thank you for keeping them safe” she smiled, pulling out from the hug. 

“Just doing my job ma’am” he chuckled. 

Returning to Bradley’s side, Y/N wrapped her arm around Bradley’s waist before throwing her other arm over Jake’s shoulder as Pete took the liberty of taking the duffle bag form Bradley so they could walk out to the bronco. 

Leaning her head against Bradley’s shoulder Y/N hummed “So Jake, Rooster tell me you’re in love with one of your fellow aviators” she looked between the two men

Jake glared at Bradley as he bit the inside of his cheek before he spoke “Is that right?” before he walked off to the bronco. 

“I-” Bradley started “I was-... I didn’t tell her that” 

Y/N furrowed her brows “Yes you did.” she chuckled innocently watching as Jake walked away.

“I was- I didn’t-” Bradley tried again as Maverick stood a few feet away from the group, watching the all too familiar scene play out in front of him.

“Yes you did” Y/N said again looking back to Bradley

Bradley watched dumbfounded as Jake got into the back of the bronco before turning back to Y/N “I can’t believe you said that, that was a secret” he smiled pulling Y/N into him placing a kiss on her lips. 

“Oh gosh” Y/N smiled into the kiss “Sorry” she hummed but Bradley just shook his head as they all made the bronco, Maverick put Y/N’s duffle in the trunk as Y/N hopped into the passenger seat “Jake I’m so sorry, I didn’t know” she laughed “but now that it out there can I at least get her name” she looked at Jake through the rearview mirror as Bradley started to drive out of the airport parking lot.

Jake huffed with a smile on his face “Natasha” 

Y/N nodded and repeated the name “Well when can I meet her?” she turned back to look at Jake who just smiled and shook his head “What? She certainly must be something if she can put up with you” which earned a laugh from everyone in the car. 

Jake glanced down at his phone still smiling before he leaned forward so Y/N could hear him over the wind “How’s meeting her in 20 minutes sound”

Y/N nodded “I can do twenty minutes”

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As the group made it to the Hard Deck, Y/N noticed how Jake’s face lit up when he saw a car pull in at the same time as the bronco. “Is that her?” she hummed as Bradley parked. 

All Jake could do was nod before he climbed out of the car and walked over to the other. Pulling open the door and the driver from their seat and into his arm. Y/N smiled watching as Jake and Natasha laughed before he pulled her into a quick kiss. “I have never seen him this mushy” Y/N commented to Bradley as he helped her out from the bronco.

“Do you wanna take some of the mush I’ve seen?” He chuckled back as his arm resumed its previous place around her waist as he led her over to Jake and Natasha while Pete made his way into the bar to take up a stand.

Stopping a bit away from Jake and Natasha, Bradley and Y/N waited for Jake to bring Natasha over. 

Natasha was the first to speak “You must be Y/N” she smiled extending her hand “I’m Natasha, or Phoenix if you like” 

Y/N shook her hand, “It's very nice to finally meet you” she hummed before Natasha into her side and wrapped her arm around her shoulder as the two started to walk to the entrance of the bar “Now what embarrassing things hasn’t Jake told you?” Natasha laughed as Jake pointed to the ladies.

“Y/N you are not-”

“Oh yes she is” Phoenix chuckled back to him as they entered the bar, Jake and Bradley caught the end of their conversation.

“Oh, do you know about Jake’s line dancing?” 

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It had been a good two hours since the group reached the bar and they had taken up a circle booth not that far off from the bar. With everyone on their second round of drinks before Bradley decided to take his place at the piano starting up that familiar tune of ‘Great Balls’ leaving Natasha, Y/N and Jake in the booth, Jake rested his arm on the top of the booth as they all laughed, watching Bradley. 

The group laughed as Bradley stood from the stool and continued to play, he placed his sunglasses over his eyes. “Yeah get it Chicken!” Jake yelled with a laugh only to be elbowed in the side by Y/N

“Jake, could you get him?! God doesn’t he ever embarrass you?” she laughed. 

“Oh Bradshaw, fuck yeah. I’m embarrassed everytime he does this shit, but I’m not about to stop him” Jake laughed, taking a sip from his beer before he continued “But I will say I have never been more embarrassed then that one time with the col-”

“Colonel's daughter” Y/N finished his sentence still watching Bradley, elbowing him lightly in the side once more as Natasha turned her attention to the two friends furrowing her brows with a smile.

“What?!” Jake’s eyes went wide.

Y/N just nodded turning to Jake “He told me all about the time you went ballistic with Maria Norris” 

Jake paused trying to process Y/N’s words “Did he?” Y/N just laughed “Well that’s great”

She just shook her head, as Natasha took a sip of her beer trying to act like she wasn’t paying attention to what Y/N said “He tells me about all of them Jake” Jake just slowly nodded as Y/N turned her attention back to Bradley “How my sweet little angel Rooster goes home early for church” the table laughed at the joke as Y/N turned her head to look at Jake once more “And how you.” she started “You always go home with the hot women” 

Jake scoffed “Alright thank you Y/N” he took one last sip of his beer before placing it back down on the table “I’m umm… I’m gonna go embarrass myself with Rooster for a while” he stood walking over to the piano, joining Bradley in his performance. 

Grabbing her own drink from the table Y/N took a sip before turning to Natahsa “I would love to be able to warn you off about Jake” she took another sip “but I just love him to death” she set down the drink “You know, I’ve know Jake for a lot of years now and I’ll tell you one things for certain” Natasha leaned across the table raising her brow at Y/N with a smile “there are hearts that are breaking wide open all over the world too-night” she hummed happily.

“Why” Nat furrowed her brows slightly.

Y/N just laughed “Because unless you are a fool” she pointed over to Jake “That boy is off the market” Natasha glanced over to Jake “He is one hundred percent, prime time in love with you” Y/N raised her hand to poke Phoenix's shoulder.

Natasha’s smile grew wider hearing Y/N’s words before she jumped hearing the women raise her voice “Rooster ya big hunk!” Natasha laughed hearing the complement 

“That's me Honey” Rooster looked over his shoulder with his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. 

“Are you buying us another round or are you loosin’ me to the bed?!” Y/N yelled over the singing of the other patrons of the bar.

“Then you better show me the way home Honey” Bradley laughed.

Nudging Phoenix’s shoulder, Y/N motioned over to the piano before they both stood from their spots to join their boys.

Turning back to his drink Pete shook his head as he smiled from ear to ear. “What’s got you all smiley?” Penny hummed, resting in front of him.

Shaking his head the captain just glanced back over his shoulder “Oh nothing…. Just thinking about a good time I had a while ago”

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[callsign-joyride]

I'll Be Home For Christmas | Bob Floyd

Summary: Bob surprises you and your kids on Christmas.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x f!reader (no use of Y/N)

Content warnings: A tiny bit of angst, a ton of tooth-rotting fluff, implied sex

Deployments were always the hardest. Bob told you about his new deployment at the end of October.

"I won't be able to be here for Thanksgiving, and it doesn't look like I'll be home for Christmas, either. I'm really sorry," he said after helping you put the kids to bed.

"Don't worry about it. We'll celebrate when you come home."

"Yeah, but by the time I get back, the kids will be back in school. I don't want them to feel left out when everyone else is talking about what they got."

"Can we talk about this in the morning? I'm really tired and I'd rather not start an argument right now."

Bob nodded his head and motioned for you to get in the bed with him. Explaining this to the kids was hard. Bob had been deployed around holidays, but it wasn't often and they usually weren't considered very important.

"Okay, I'll try to talk to you and the kids as much as I can. Call Rooster if you need anything, okay? I love you," he said as you dropped him off at the port.

"I love you, too."

You shared a quick kiss before he checked in and boarded the carrier. Thanksgiving came and went. That was somewhat easy to celebrate because you celebrated with the members of the Dagger Squad who weren't deployed. Rooster helped you and the kids decorate the Christmas tree when the time came.

You knew that you would be emotional on Christmas Eve. As the end of Home Alone played, you started to get the kids ready for bed. Rooster and Coyote helped you wrap gifts and put them under the tree. They didn't leave until well after you had decided that it was time for you to start getting ready for bed. You wore one of Bob's old Navy t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants as pajamas because the shirt slightly smelled of him.

The sound of tires rolling into the gravel driveway woke you up. Probably Rooster. He's always forgetting something. If you listened hard enough, you could hear the front door open and close. As you rolled over, you could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Maybe he left something in the guest room? You nearly jumped out of your skin as the door to your bedroom opened. It was hard to figure out who was standing in the doorway because it was so dark.

"Oh my God. Robbie, is that you?" You whispered.

"Merry Christmas," he said as he closed the door. "I didn't wake the kids, did I?"

You turned on your lamp and the two of you waited for noise to come from either of the kids' rooms.

"I don't think so. Now, come here so that I can kiss your face."

Bob didn't hesitate in getting in bed with you. The two of you had been so happy to be in each other's arms again that it was hard not to giggle during sex. Both of you woke up as the sun rose, and it was moments like these where you were glad that you had told the kids that they had to wait for you to get them because you were the last stop on Santa's list.

After you both showered, you quietly snuck Bob down the stairs. You told him to sit in front of the tree before you stuck a bow on his head and ran upstairs.

"Okay, you have to be quiet when you go downstairs. There's a special surprise waiting for you," you told the kids.

"We'll be extra quiet!" Your five-year-old exclaimed. You suppressed a laugh before guiding them down the stairs. She was the first person around the corner that led to the living room, and your two-year-old son was right behind her.

"Daddy!" She squealed. You smiled as you watched her leap into Bob's arms. The day went on swimmingly as the kids opened their gifts and started to play with them.

"You didn't tell me how you were able to come home early. I'm obviously not complaining but I thought you were supposed to be gone for another three weeks," you said at the end of the day.

"I pulled some strings with the admirals. That's all you need to know."

You let out a soft chuckle before snuggling into Bob's side while A Charlie Brown Christmas played on the TV in the background.

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[gennyanydots]

Daddy’s getting cock blocked

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

Part of the ‘Spitfire Universe’ (see masterlist) can be read alone but more enjoyable as part of the series.

*18+ only Minors DNI

“Yeah? You makin’ me a daddy, darlin?”

After you told Jake you were pregnant you didn’t even make it out of the building before Jake was pulling you into a supply closet telling you to be quiet.

Not that you’re complaining since here you are with Jake rutting up into you after he picked you up and made you put your legs around him. Thank goodness you wore a dress when you told him, you’re pretty sure he would have ripped your pants. He didn’t even pull your underwear down, he just shoved it to the side after pulling his cock out of his pants. The minute he pulled you into the closet you felt your panties dampen making it easy for him to slide in.

He pulled his head up from your neck, where you’re sure he was leaving a mark, to look you in the eyes, “I asked you a question, baby.” You whined. How could you not. Jake tsked, “You gotta stay quiet, darlin’. Now answer me, are. you. making. me. a. daddy?” He emphasized each word with a deep thrust

“Yes!” You cried out and Jake slapped his hand over your mouth.

“Not being very good, baby. Not listenin’ to me,” Jake said as he grinded his pelvis against yours. You’re gonna die. It was too much. You almost felt yourself tipping over the edge before-

“Hangman!” was called from the other side of the door with a few knocks against the door. “I know you’re in there. You better come out. Mav’s looking for you.”

Jake’s hips slowed and he sighed while letting his head fall on your shoulder. He then helped you unwrap yourself from around him and set you down gently. Jake helped you make yourself presentable and then fixed himself and his uniform. He unlocked the door to see Coyote on the other side, “Where is he?” The both of you filed out of the closet with you clutching to his hand tightly. You could feel your face heat up in embarrassment.

“His office,” Coyote said while nodding his head in the direction, not that Jake didn’t know the way.

Jake nodded then turned to you, “Sorry, darlin’. I’ll see you at home, okay?”

You nodded and he bent down slightly to kiss you and then he was off towards Maverick’s office. “Walk her to her car!” Jake called to Coyote.

“You got it!” Coyote said with a chuckle and offered you his elbow with a big grin on his face. “So, didn’t take long to celebrate the news.”

You scowled playfully as you took his elbow, “I hate you.”

Coyote laughed, “No you don’t.” He bent down and kissed your cheek before leading you towards the parking lot.

»»————-　♡　————-««

Jake was relaxing on the couch watching some show he found when fabric was thrown at his face.

“We have maybe a half hour. Better get to it,” you said so Jake. About that time is when Jake’s brain caught up that those were your pants. He grinned, standing up and hurried over to you before throwing you over his shoulder putting you into a fit of giggles then carrying you into your bedroom before throwing you onto the bed.

“You should throw your pants at me more often,” Jake said as he crawled up onto the bed and then on top of you.

You laughed then pulled him down for a kiss.

Clothing went everywhere in the room as you both hurried to get the other undressed.

Jake started to make his way down your body, trailing fingers and kisses in his wake. He groaned seeing you already dripping, “Oh darlin’. This all for me?” He placed a final kiss on your mound before he started feasting on you like a starving man. It didn’t take long before he had your legs shaking. You had both your hands covering your mouth, you’d learned your lesson enough times that you needed to be quiet. Your eyes squeezed shut as your body tingled all over.

Jake grinned and started his journey back up your body once again leaving kisses as he went. He kissed you deep once he got to your mouth and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He took himself in his hand and thrust inside you causing you to gasp and him to groan. He took his time getting into a nice rhythm. You buried your face in his neck and held him close to you.

He had just started to speed up before -

“Wahhhhhhhhhh” came over the baby monitor.

“Motherfucker!” Jake said dropping his head against the side of yours.

You laughed, “I mean yeah, that’s what you were doing.” You patted his shoulders, “Okay, get off. I’ll go get him. You jump in the shower.”

Jake grumbled as he rolled off of you. He pouted as he watched you put your clothes on and you rolled your eyes.

“Promise when he goes to sleep,” you said and kissed him before heading into your son’s bedroom.

»»————-　♡　————-««

Jake found you in the laundry room and quickly closed the door, leaving just a crack.

“Mickey Mouse Clubhouse is a half hour and you just fed Ella before she fell asleep,” Jake said pulling his shirt off.

“So maybe 15 minutes?” You said with a laugh and throwing most of the towels you had been folding into the laundry basket and pulling down your leggings and underwear. You laid one towel over the dryer.

Jake chuckled, “If we’re lucky.” He shoved his pants down just below his butt in case he needed to yank them back up quickly. He’s had to in the past. Many times. Jake ran a hand down your front to the apex of your thighs as he started to rub circles into your clit, knowing it wouldn’t take long to get you wet. As soon as you were sufficiently wet he pushed into you before he picked you up and set you on top of the dryer. Once he knew you were settled enough he started to thrust in and out.

You moaned before biting your bottom lip to keep quiet. You knew better than to make too much noise. The three year old loves to find where noises are coming from.

It hadn’t even been three minutes before you both heard, “Daddy!” You sighed. “Daddy! I need juice! And a snack!”

Jake groaned, “What snacks do we even have?” He continued thrusting hoping maybe he could finish.

“We have some goldfish. I cut up some strawberries this morning but he hasn’t been into those lately. There might be some Oreos but make him stay in the kitchen if you give him those. He keeps getting chocolate fingerprints everywhere. Oh! And he’ll only eat off the blue plate this week. No idea why.”

Jake shrugged, “Because blue is a cool color?”

You laughed, “Yeah I guess.”

“Daddy!”

“What?” Jake calls and sighs before pulling out. “I’m coming!”

“No you’re not,” you call after him.

“Don’t remind me!”

From the baby monitor comes a cry and you sigh, “Well there’s my cue.”

#Jake hangman Seresin x f!reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #spitfire universe

[missathlete31]

Left Behind Chapter 3

Masterlist to find other chapters: Here

Chapter 2 is here

Chapter Summary- The Funeral for Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Warnings- obviously a lot of angst in this chapter. Although Jake is still alive, the team doesn’t know this and so this chapter is when they hold the funeral for their fallen friend and teammate

I hope I did the scene justice

The remains believed to be Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin arrived at the docks of Miramar in the middle of the night and during a torrential rain storm. The disembarkment was immediately halted and Admiral Simpson ordered a guarded watch on the casket until conditions improved. The crew of the carrier all opted to remain onboard as a show of respect, while the Dagger Squad remained at Top Gun waiting for the clouds to clear enough for their teammate to come home.

Javy Machado eventually reached his limit though, his need for his brother to be back on land and in the closest place to a home he ever had winning out as he begged Cyclone to reconsider. Javy also couldn’t bear the thought of Jake being alone in the bowels of a ship for even a second longer, Jake deserved better.

So at half past two in the morning, in the pouring rain Javy stood at attention, his arm raised unwavering in a salute as six men carried the casket bearing what was believed to be Hangman down across the docks. The other Daggers all joined Coyote, standing in line and with respect to their fallen comrade. Not one of them brushed the rain out of their faces; instead they used it to hide their own tears that fell just as quickly.

When the casket was parallel to their group, Javy took a step forward, walking out of his post to come closer to the flag-draped coffin. He reached a shaky hand out, clutching weakly at the sodden fabric and felt his sobs shudder through his body. He stood there for a long while, the progression waiting for his cue, not a sound across the area despite the horrid conditions.

Finally, Javy pulled back and nodded at the leader, who clicked his heels and started the march once more towards the hangars. Coyote stumbled backward, his body at a loss as his heart felt decimated in his chest. Before he could fall though, strong arms gripped him, Payback taking one side while Omaha grabbed the other, his Dagger Family supporting Javy from all sides as he crumbled into tears.

The funeral was set for two days after, in the same cemetery that Admiral Kazanksy had been laid to rest. Captain Mitchell had gone pale when Coyote informed his Commanding Officers of his decision for Jake to be buried close to North Island but the older man didn’t argue, just gripped his Lieutenant’s arm tightly as they talked over logistics.

Due to the high priority mission that Hangman had been shot down attempting, the higher ups in the Navy had all been informed and were stated to attend. Admiral Simpson informed Coyote that even the Secretary of the Navy had confirmed his attendance for the event. Unfortunately the man was a family friend of John Seresin, Jake’s father, who had made quite a name for himself in Washington Politics as an oil lobbyist. The Naval Secretary had of course offered his condolences to the entire Seresin family when he stated his intention of going leading to John and his wife Corrine to find out the details of their son’s untimely demise. Despite the fact that they had all but disowned their son when he chose to enlist as a means to get out of the cold and abusive house they created, the Seresins were going to the funeral. As the old adage went, never let a good tragedy go to waste, and John Seresin knew that the death of his son could be the perfect stepping stone for his own aspirations of political office. The Texas Governor primary was only a few short months away.

Javy might have punched a wall in Admiral Simpson’s office when he found out Jake’s parents were coming.

Which was followed by Maverick punching a different wall when Javy explained the horrible abuse Jake suffered by their hands growing up.

Admirals Simpson and Bates were also upset, though they managed to keep their fists from going through anymore drywall. However if a few privates and administrators happened to hear Beau screaming in insubordination to Admiral Cain about sitting the Seresins in the front row, they all managed to keep it to themselves. Besides, Cyclone lost that battle before he even tried.

Javy wanted to be mad, wanted to scream and shout and cry and punch until the wound that had developed in his heart by the loss of his best friend stopped aching so desperately. He wanted Jake’s parents as far away from the funeral as humanly possible but yet he also wanted them right there, right in front so they could see the man their son was. The heroic and strong soldier, the ace pilot, the unbelievable friend; the man they should have loved and been proud of but instead they sneered at and tried to destroy.

The funeral was still by his design, despite the added attendees, and all Coyote really wanted was to speak on his friend’s behalf. Just like on the carrier that day when he fought over the debrief, Javy wanted to fight for the fallen pilot now, to show everyone the true Jake Seresin, the one that so very few people got the privilege to really see.

Cyclone of course agreed and so on the day of Hangman’s funeral, as the warm California sun hung high in the crisp blue sky, Javy stood in his dress whites and went to the podium. He was a horrible public speaker in school but at this moment his hands didn’t shake. He strode up there with purpose and with as much composure as someone in this sort of situation could manage. Javy squared himself as he set his papers in order, taking a glance at the crowd watching him. It was a good group, not the level that Admiral Kazanksy had gotten of course but it was still heartwarming to see the people who had come out. Every Dagger was there, and every Vigilante too, all the Cos standing tall and proud and even a surprising number of civilians. Penny Benjamin was there to pay her respects, her daughter at her side, each with weighty looks of grief for the loss. Javy’s own family came out in droves; the years of Jake attending all holidays with the Machados making them feel the loss as profoundly as Javy himself. Corrine and John sat in the front row, next to the Secretary of the Navy, the two parents wearing sunglasses to hide the fact that they had yet to shed even the slightest tear. Their son’s portrait hung right in front of them, Jake looking like the All-American hero that he was and yet neither could even bother to spare a second glance.

Javy didn’t let it deter him, instead he used it to fuel his speech even more.

“All of you here have come to pay your respect to Jake Seresin, but I’m sorry to say, I’m not sure if you all really knew Jake Seresin.” He looked up, expecting some looks from his words, a small feeling of vindication coming to him when he saw John Seresin squirm just the tiniest bit. “There were many faces to Jake, many different shows, all of them a part of him, but none the whole story. There was Hangman, the pilot, the best of the best, that’s the one most of you saw, the one he let the world see the most.” Javy huffed out a breath, “Hangman was Jake’s mask, the stone cold, heartless aviator that could swoop in and get the job done without breaking a sweat. Somehow that version of Jake became known for leaving his wingman behind. ‘Hangman leaving everyone hangin’” Coyote looked over to Phoenix, could see the young woman’s lip trembling with silent sobs, “I would ask Jake if it bothered him, that his call-sign was so purely insulting but he would always shake his head. ‘Let them say what they want Coyote’ he would tell me, ‘I’ll prove it to them in the end.’” Coyote sniffed back a sob, tears welling a bit in his eyes as he turned to the portrait of his best friend, “you showed ‘em man” he told the picture of Jake’s graduation photo, his green eyes wide, his hair perfectly coiffed and his smile just on the cusp of staying professional without looking too much like the cocky smirk he preferred. “Hangman was meant to be in the sky” Javy informed the group of people before him, “he was meant to be a pilot and he knew it. I wish that I could be as sure at anything as Jake was that the Navy was where he belonged. He excelled at it, in a way that was just unheard of. His skills were the best I’ve ever seen,” Coyote closed his eyes and pictured the times he got to fly with Jake in training, before the suicide mission and the pressure, when it was just Jake and Javy doing what they loved, “he devoured everything he could on planes and flying and the math and science of it all. He studied constantly, not just manuals but the mission logs of the men he admired most” Javy’s eyes roamed to Maverick. Pete was watching stoically, a twitch in his jaw betraying his emotions, though he stood straight and at attention. “Jake served his country faithfully, bravely, and heroically for over twelve years. He had countless deployments, endured things that would have broken lesser men and women but yet he never faltered.” Coyote sighed, “Jake took a life during one of his assignments, the first confirmed air to air kill in three decades. The Navy celebrated him, his team celebrated him, Hangman celebrated himself but Jake, the Jake he was afraid to let you all see” Javy shook his head, “he hated himself for it.” He looked over to the Dagger and Vigilante teams, all faced forward in respect but Coyote could tell they were all listening. “Jake was human, surprisingly so under all that cocky personality, and it killed him to take that life no matter what the circumstances.” He huffed weakly, “he’d kill me for telling you all this too but he cried all night that night after it happened, called me halfway through and I could barely understand him.” Javy motioned to his mother, Dorinda who was sobbing into Javy’s father handkerchief, “He even called my mother just to have that maternal figure to beg forgiveness from” there was a visible shudder from Corrine Seresin. “But Jake never needed to ask for forgiveness, not from us. He needed it from himself for the nightmares that plagued him for years after, that still plagued him, all the way until the end.”

Javy took a step back for a moment, flipping the page and taking a breather, his eyes avoiding the flag covered coffin and still staying on his best friend’s photo; the way he would always remember Jake, not a scorched body in a wooden box. Javy closed his eyes and tried to stay composed as his heart lurched thinking of Jake’s final moments. But he couldn’t lose it, not now, he still had more to say.

“Jake was not perfect” Coyote offered, “although if he was next to me he would probably have already grabbed the microphone to inform you that ‘yes in fact, he is perfect, in all things in fact’” Javy felt a little renewed at the wet chuckles from some of his teammates, “but Jake Seresin was stubborn, like a damn donkey. You couldn’t make him do anything he didn’t want to, believe me, 12 years of trying to get the guy to let me win one round of darts is the biggest proof of that.” The laughs sounded again, “And he was hardheaded; his three concussions alone can tell you. He pushed constantly, and not always in the right ways but it was for good reasons, I can assure you.” He looked up in the sky, “Jake wanted the best out of everyone around him because he believed that was the only way he himself could get better. He pushed you all” Javy looked to Jake’s former teammates, “and I know he pushed your buttons. I know there were times you wanted to punch him in his perfect teeth, some of you even did” he winked at Rooster, Phoenix, Omaha and Fritz, the latter two giving watery yet knowing nods back at him. “Hell I even punched him too one time when he mocked my landing after a long day. But you know what he did after? He got some ice for his blackening eye and then brought over the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream that he told me I couldn’t touch even though it was both of our favorites and he let me eat the whole thing. He never apologized for what he said,” Javy shook his head, “Hangman was not good at that, but he showed me that it wasn’t coming from a place of malice, just the need to make us all better. And that next day before we took off, he mentioned a few things he wanted to work on in his own landings, things he wanted to clean up-“ Coyote smiled to the group, “they were the things I needed to work on. Jake made it so we worked on it together.” The man at the podium scoffed fondly, “still felt good to get that punch in though, and seeing him with a black eye for a week did make me feel better, even if he got more attention from women when we went out because of it.”

As a few more laughs died away, Coyote looked down. There was one page left of his speech, the hardest page and Javy just closed his eyes for a moment and channeled his best friend’s strength. “I can’t say a lot about the mission that took Jake Seresin from this world. It was classified but let me assure you that what Jake and the rest of the team accomplished that day was nothing short of miraculous and we all should thank them for what they were able to achieved. Jake was shot down protecting a teammate” Javy’s eyes were still on his paper but he could hear the sudden sob of Rooster from a few feet away. Coyote knew if he looked up he wouldn’t be able to continue so he kept his head down and soldiered on. “He took a missile that would have killed a friend and it resulted in his own death.” The tears were falling now from the man’s face but he didn’t wipe them, “it hurts losing Jake like that” he told the crowd, “but it’s not surprising because it is exactly the way that Jake would have wanted to go.” Javy nodded to himself, willing his voice to stay steady, “for someone that was so cocky, and seemingly so full of himself, Jake had very little self-worth. I know that in his final moments he believed his life was not worth as much as his friends.” Coyote sobbed into his hand, which had started to tremble slightly as his emotions got the better of him. He dropped his head, cursing himself for failing to get through his whole speech when he felt a hand on his back. “You can do this” Captain Mitchell whispered softly, rubbing his hand comfortingly across the man’s spine, “you can.”

Javy shook his head, still not looking up, “no-“

“Yes,” Maverick insisted, surprisingly strong despite his own voice cracking slightly, “do it for Jake. Do it for your wingman.”

Coyote scrunched up his eyes and dipped his head a bit lower, thinking of his best friend; of all the times Jake was there for him, on early morning workouts pushing Javy to go a little bit further, up in the sky when he got Coyote to go just a bit faster, when he stayed with Javy and the rest of the Machados’ after the loss of Javy’s oldest sister, holding his best friend as he sobbed and being the strength that Javy couldn’t muster at the moment. Jake pushed him out of his comfort zone time and time again and it was only fitting that he would still manage it now, at his own damn funeral. Sighing out a long breath, Javy raised his head again, and powered on. “Jake was better than he thought he was, he deserved so much better. But even despite all that he still defied every expectation. I have never been more proud of him, my brother, than in his final moments. I want to end my speech today with some words from Jake himself“ Javy’s voice hitched as he unfolded an additional tinier piece of paper as carefully as possible, the writing a neat script that Maverick could see belonged to the deceased pilot. Javy cleared his throat, “the night before the mission Jake wrote letters for all of you.” He looked over to his teammates, “I apologize that it took me so long to be strong enough to go through his things to find them but I will give them to you after, so that you can hold a piece of him with you all as well.” Javy looked back down, “my letter, it-“ he sniffed, “it’s exactly how I would imagine Jake’s goodbye letter would be. I won’t read you all of it but there are some parting words I think you all need to hear to remember the real Jake Seresin by” he lifted the paper, afraid that if he kept it laying on the podium his tears might wet and ruin his best friend’s handwriting. “He said, ’I hope that if the worst has happened to me” Coyote began emotionally, “’that at least the rest of the team is okay. I’m sorry Javy, but I told you if the team leader spot is mine, I’m making sure they all get home, no matter what the cost. I hope you can forgive me-‘” the man started to sob again, Maverick griping his arm now to steady him. “’But they have more to give than this, more to give this world. You have to tell them to be the best of the best, goddamn it’” Javy wiped at his eyes, “’the tip of the sword, the pride of the Navy. Flying with them has been the biggest privilege of my life. I’m a better pilot, a better man, because of each and every one of them.’” Coyote looked to the Daggers, all of them openly crying, clutching each other in support as they listened to their fallen comrade’s words. “’I hope my final moments made them proud, that I made up for all the moments I failed them or let them down. I hope I made you proud too Javy, and your family. I could never thank you all enough for saving me all those years ago and showing me that family goes far beyond blood.’” The Machado contingent cried out louder, the entire distinguished Naval funeral collapsing into an emotional display of grief but Javy didn’t care. Jake deserved to see how much he was loved and Javy knew somewhere, wherever he was, Jake could see it. “Jake ended his letter asking for only one thing” the man told his audience, “he said, ‘If it’s not too much Javy, I wish that you and the others can think of me sometimes, just a couple of times as the years go on, so I’m not completely forgotten from this world. I didn’t do much but I hope I made a difference enough to you all that when you think of me it will be fondly. Please don’t remember me as Hangman but just as Jake. I might not have been a big part of all your lives but you meant the world to me’.” Javy lowered the paper carefully, and sobbed out a breath, “I will think of Jake everyday” he told the crowd, “and I hope you will too. And not Hangman like he said, but the real Jake Seresin, the man who loved his team and loved his country. The best man I ever knew.”

Javy left the podium with the help of Maverick, earning a hug from the man before being completely enveloped by his mother, father and abuela. When he finally got past his own family, Javy stood back with the Daggers, Halo reaching to clutch his hand and Bob, squeezing his bicep warmly on the other side. He felt pats on his back from some of the others but Javy kept his head straight watching as the flag folding ceremony took place as taps played out across the cemetery.

It was a somber experience, and he shed more than a few tears but there was no embarrassment, not there when so many of the bravest and most professional people Javy knew were just as emotional. Admiral Simpson even wiped his eyes discreetly a few times, while Admiral Bates was more open with his. Maverick left the tears to rundown his face with no shame, his grief palpable to all those in attendance.

After the flag was folded properly and the Corpsman moved to hand it to Javy, Jake’s mother started to cry, “My baby” she whimpered loudly, startling the solemn procession, “my baby boy.” Corrine shifted over to Lieutenant Machado with narrowed eyes, “you’re taking my baby’s flag” she accused, “he was my son, I should get it.”

Perhaps because he had Jake’s dog tags around his neck, or that somehow the coffin still didn’t seem real to him but Javy just inclined his head gently, motioning for the flag to continue down the line to Jake’s parents. He felt hands around him, it seemed both Admiral Simpson and Maverick were ready to stop this and bring the flag back to Javy as Jake’s wishes dictated but Coyote just waved them off. He was too tired all of a sudden and somehow he knew that Jake wouldn’t have minded, after all even he could never fully hate his mother and father.

As Mrs. Seresin clutched her flag and her husband held on to her, Javy did his final duty for his friend. He walked up to the coffin and stood at attention for a moment before removing the wings on his chest. He placed them gently on the wood before he raised a fist and smashed them into the casket, to be with Jake forever. Javy knew he was meant to walk away then, to get back to his spot in line but he took one last moment, one last touch to the wooden box holding his friend. Something in his heart ached the minute he made contact but it wasn’t grief, it was different, something he couldn’t explain. He had spent the whole funeral avoiding looking at the coffin because he didn’t think he was strong enough but now he thought it might be something different. It all just didn’t seem real.

Javy was startled out of his stupor as the flyover began, moving back to his spot in line with the others as the missing man formation flew over their heads. Javy’s eyes couldn’t stop staring at the lone plane that flew off the other way, the significance not lost as he questioned whether Jake was indeed fallen or just a missing man.

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #top gun #top gun hangman #natasha phoenix trace #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun: maverick #dagger squad #pete mitchell #javy is a good friend #javy machado fic #javy coyote machado #javy machado #funeral #angst #i’m so sorry #rip Jake #but he’s not dead #top gun fandom #top gun maverick fanfiction

[sarahsmi13s]

Find Peace in the Changing Colors

(not my gif)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem pilot!simpson!reader (call sign: sunset) 

characters: jake seresin, fem!reader, the dagger squad (mention but speak very little if at all), beau simpson, male!oc- Brent ‘Cash’ Werth (in a flashback)

warning: angst, death, blood, description of injuries, language, dogfighting (not super well written), i’m sorry if i missed any

word count: ~4050 (you guys know me by now)

a/n: because of the topic of death and injuries reader discretion is advised but i am going to go ahead and say this is 18+ and MDNI ! 

also this is a little jump-cutty but its to give back ground info with going too in depth

and i cried while writing it if that tells you anything

quick summary: jake seresin knows he an asshole, he has his reasons. he uses ‘hangman’ as a way to protect his heart. but what happens when you work your way through the cracks?

*****

Hangman knew his relationship with Rooster was strained before the Uranium Mission. That much was obvious when they were ‘reunited’ at the Hard Deck.

“Hangman, the only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave.” The statement cut through Jake Seresin like a knife, but he didn’t show it. Played it off like it wasn’t a massive reason he was an asshole, to keep people away and not let them anywhere near his heart.

Because the last time he did that, it ended with him smashing his wings into a casket that held one of his closest friends. It was the reason he flew alone.

Brent Werth, call sign Cash, was Hangman’s backseater. He was like a brother to Hangman. Cash brought Hangman home for the holidays because Jake had a confusing relationship with his parents. Brent was the one that pushed Jake to restore that relationship and get close with them again.

His death was ruled accidental, despite it being a complete lapse in Jake’s judgment.

They were flying a mission with Coyote, routine, in-and-out. It was simple. Until it wasn’t.

Hangman and Coyote were ambushed by bandits and they split. They both made it out, but Jake was leaking oil and they were too far from the carrier.

Cash suggested an emergency landing, knowing Hangman was competent enough to do it and that they were in friendly territory.

But he went down too fast and his landing was too rough. It knocked them unconscious; when Jake woke he was virtually unharmed. However, Cash had been pinned by the dash, busted metal puncturing his femoral artery.

Hangman tried to free him but it didn’t work. Jake fought and fought for it to come loose, but it barely budged. “Hangman! Hang- Jake, Jake… Stop. It’s not gonna work.” Jake felt tears sting his eyes, “No, Cash. I’m getting you out of here. You’ve got a nephew that’s really excited to meet you.”

When Brent’s eyes began to close Jake panicked, “Cash! Brent, open your damn eyes!” Brent’s eyes peeled open. “Hey, there ya are.” 

But it didn’t last long, once the rescue chopper landed and Jake took his eyes off Brent for two seconds; Cash let himself go, knowing that he was already gone. He couldn’t feel his legs anymore, and the blood was pooling at his feet.

Jake would never forget that image, it was burned into his mind forever.

He made an oath to himself to never have a backseater again, and he made a silent promise to his heart to never be that close with anyone ever again.

Until you.

Y/N ‘Sunset’ Simpson. A girl that just wouldn’t put up with bullshit and wouldn’t allow him to close himself off.

You dug under the surface and allowed Jake to speak about his trauma from that day. Gave him a place to feel safe and like he did have to put up this facade anymore. You took him to the beach or a cliffside to just watch the sunset; it made you feel calm and safe so you thought it would work for him.

And he doesn’t think he could ever find the words to thank you for everything you’ve done for him.

He owed you his life.

And you owed him yours.

He saved your life and chalked himself an air-to-air kill.

******

Jake wasn’t sure when he fell in love with you but he knew he had to play it safe. Your father’s an Admiral and he didn’t want to get on his bad side.

But you knew exactly the moment you fell in love with Jake. And you weren’t going to let your father intimidate or threaten Jake.

When you wanted something you got it and Jake was willing to give it to you.

******

The squad got called in for another mission.

When Jake got the call, you got one right afterwards.

Both of you were nervous for this mission, but extremely excited for it at the same time. Especially you because you didn’t get called on the last mission due to you being out on medical leave for sprained wrist after an ejection.

But now it was time to get back in your plane and show Maverick what you could do.

*******

Despite them being permanently stationed in the North Island, not everyone got called back.

Phoenix, Bob, Fanboy, Payback, Rooster, Hangman, and yourself were a part of the selected to train.

The mission was dangerous, much like the last one. Drops from low altitudes and dog fights, tight turns and high speeds. The training was similar as well, with a few adjustments to accommodate the mission's needs.

But they were only sending two planes, with Maverick deciding who the best duo was.

And as training progressed, it was obvious who worked the best together.

Cyclone knew you were extremely capable of flying this mission. But he really didn’t want Maverick to pick you. It was selfish, but he didn’t care. You’re his child and he didn’t want to have to bury you.

He also knew that if you were paired with Hangman, you might think irrationally and do something Beau thought was extremely dangerous. And he knew Hangman would do anything for you.

*******

Hangman didn’t want Maverick to pair you with him, he knew that either one of you could die on this mission or both of you could die. You didn’t like the idea of you being paired either. Because, despite your promises to each other, you knew if it came down to it one of you would sacrifice yourself.

But you were too good of a team, and Maverick couldn’t risk the success of this mission.

****

Cyclone sighed, “Pick your team leader.” “Hangman.” You felt your heart speed up as you watched Jake look up and nod at Maverick. “And his wingman?” Maverick looked right at you. “Sunset.”

Your father tensed and made eye contact with you, “Okay. Take off is at 0800 tomorrow morning, be ready.” Both of you nodded at him and you were all dismissed.

******

It was late and you couldn’t sleep.

So you got up and went to get some water. Hoping that it would help to ease your nerves.

But when you walked into the kitchen area, you immediately clocked Hangman sitting on the small couch. “What are you doing up, Honey?” Jake asked, eyes softening at the look he saw on your face. “I could ask you the same, Baby.” He sighed and held his hand out. You took it and sat next to him.

“Talk to me, Y/N.” “I’m scared for tomorrow.” Jake brought you into his lap and you pressed your face into his warm neck, “It’s okay to be scared. I am too, but hey- we got picked because we make one hell of a team right?” You nodded, smelling his cologne and allowing it to calm you, “That we do, Jake. That we do.” He smiled and kissed the top of your head, taking an inhale of your apple scented shampoo.

You started to play with his fingers, “If anything happens tomorrow, I need you to know that I love you.” Jake tensed, he wished he could confidently say nothing would happen, but he knows that’s not true and you know that’s not true. “I love you too, Y/N. With everything I got.”

“Can we make a new promise?” Jake asked after a beat of silence. You sat up a little to look him in the eye and nodded. “If-”  He swallowed, “If anything does happen, can we promise not to blame ourselves? Because I know us and you know us.”

You lightly chuckled, “Don’t tell me you’re planning to die tomorrow, Seresin.” He shook his head, remaining serious, “No, but I just want the comfort of knowing…” He trailed off, not wanting to speak the words into existence. You swallowed and nodded, “Okay. I promise.” He pulled you in for a kiss, “I promise.”

******

The mission was a success! Everything went as smoothly as it could.

Maybe too smooth.

One the way back to the carrier, three blips appeared on the radar.

“Hangman? You seein’ this?” You asked, your eyes scanning the airspace around you. “I see ‘em. They’re coming in at our one o’clock. Still pretty far out.” You thought of an idea, “Comanche can we drop below radar? Maybe we can slide right under them until we’re in-”

That’s when the missile lock sounded in your cabin.

You looked down at your dash confused, “What the hell?” A forth blip had popped up behind you on your radar system. “Shit! Hangman-” “Evade Sunset!” You did just that, rolling to the left and deploying flares. “Dagger 2 defending!”

Circling, you got behind the bandit and used your guns to take out the plane's engines. “Splash one!” “Those three are comin’ in hot! We need to be ready, stay focused!” You confirmed his command and then chaos ensued.

*****

Back on the carrier, everyone was preparing for the worst.

Cyclone was trying his best to remain stoic in the command center. But it’s extremely difficult when he can hear both his daughter and her boyfriend trying not to panic and doing their best to make it home.

Rooster came over the radio, “Dagger Spare request to fly out for assistance.” Cyclone weighed his options, but he didn’t have time to really think about it. He shook his head. “Request for fly out denied.”

The pilot gritted his teeth, trying his best not to fly out anyway to help, because he was getting a serious case of deja vu.

****

You and Jake were nearing your last defenses.

Both of you were out of missiles, Jake was out of flares and you only had 1 round left. But it was two against 1.

“Sunny?” “Yeah Hangman?” “I’ve got an idea, but it’s a little crazy.” You rolled your eyes, dodging bullets at the same time. “When are any of your ideas sane?” “Sunset, I’m serious. This might be the only way out of this. But you can’t hate me for what I’m about to do.”

You tensed, his tone confirmed his words. “Hey, whatever it is- I trust you. Get us home, Hangman.” He sighed, “Thank you. Now we’re nearing friendly airspace, and we need to split up. He’s been on my ass, so he’s gonna follow me. I need you to try your best to shoot him down. Hopefully I can get across before anything happens.” You nodded, “Alright let’s turn and burn.”

You and Hangman split up, the bandit following Jake just like he planned.

Now, Jake had never disclosed to you that he was out of flares. He knew that if he voiced that, you would have never agreed to this plan. Jake wasn’t about to let you run the chance of dying because you trusted him and believed he would save you. Look where that got Cash.

He increased his speed, dodging and weaving bullets.

Hangman was making good time and you were in his ear talking to him, letting him know you were okay and to let him know when you were firing so he could avoid your bullets.

“I’m getting low Hangman, how close are you?” “Just a few more-”

An inconsistent ringing filled Jake’s cabin. “Fuck! He’s trying to get a lock!”

Your heart dropped, and you got a close as you could to the bandit on his tail, firing directly into his engines.

Unfortunately, before you could hit a critical part of his engine, he got a solid tone on Jake. “Shit!” You pressed harder on your guns, as if it would make them fire faster. But just as you manage to shoot him down, he got his shot off and fired his missile directly at Hangman.

“Jake!”

*******

Everything was blurry. Your senses were on overdrive.

Your head hurts. Your body hurts. The ringing in your ears wouldn’t go away. And the smell of burning jet fuel filled your nose.

It took a moment for you to remember what happened, and once you did you were running in the direction you saw Jake’s plane crash.

Your throat hurt by the time you reached the crash site.

“Jake! Jake! Ja-” You tripped over a branch but rolled right back up, throwing your helmet to the ground. “Jake!”

From what it looked like, Jake had hit the canopy of the trees and it slowed him down enough to not completely destroy the plane.

You went straight to the wreckage, looking for any sign of Jake and preparing yourself for what you were bound to find.

And when you did, you nearly collapsed.

A few feet away you saw the yellow on his helmet breaking up the mix of green and brown. You rushed over to move the debris off of him.

“Shit,” you hissed as the heat of the metal burnt your fingers a little. You dug into the damp, turned over dirt and used that to move the piece of metal. It didn’t even register that you shouldn’t have been able to lift it because your adrenaline was through the roof.

You turned Jake over, trying to get a view of his injuries. “Oh God, Jake… What happened up there?” Your hands twitched out to touch him, but you hesitate before finally resting your shaking hands on his torso and resting your forehead on his sternum.

There was no scream, no wail or cursing to deities that the love of your life was taken from you. But there were tears, sobs wracked your body as you started to break your promise.

If only you were fast enough. If only you were careful enough.

If only…

If you were better you could have saved him. If you were faster you would have been out of there before the other three bandits spotted you. If you were the bait, he wouldn’t be here.

You should have been better.

You lifted your head and turned your body so you could look at him one last time. His green eyes were closed and you wish you could have looked in them one last time. To memorize the patterns woven in them. The gold flakes that were scattered in them, the sea green that outline his irises.

Gently, you pulled off his helmet and tossed it to the side.

You ran a trembling hand through his hair. “Oh, Baby…” Your other hand came up to cup his jaw, your thumb grazing over the scar that was above his lip. “Fuck, Jake…” You situated his head in your lap, your mind in a totally other place as your fingers tried to memorize what his face felt like underneath them.

But when your fingers came to cup his neck, you felt it and it was like the whole world stopped.

There was a pulse. It was faint, but it was there.

Tears of relief flooded your eyes, and you tried to get him awake.

*******

When Jake’s eyes finally began to open, the ringing was the first thing he heard.

He thought for sure he was dead.

But then your voice broke through into his foggy mind. “Jake, Jake come on, Baby. Open your eyes, you’re safe. I’m right here.”

His eyes opened and met yours. “There ya are. Hi, Baby.” Your smile made his heart race, he assumed you felt it when he registered your fingers against his pulse point.

You slowed helped him into a sitting position and from there into a standing position.

“What happened up there cowboy?” Jake blinked, swallowing to lubricate his throat, “I was out flares, couldn’t defend myself.” He watched your face drop, paling slightly. “Why didn’t you tell me!?” “Because I knew you would be the bait.” You nodded, throwing your arms out to the side, “Yeah, because I had one round of flares left! Why wouldn’t you let me be the bate?!”

He squeezed his eyes shut, your shouting splitting his head. “Tell me Jake! Why would you do that!?”

“Because I couldn’t lose you too! Okay!” Jake finally snapped, causing you to step back a little.

He started to gesture wildly with his hands, ignoring the pain in his ribs, “I don’t care if it’s selfish! Because as long as you’re safe that means I did my job!”

That’s when it clicked.

His face dropped, “Why aren’t you on the carrier? What the fuck are you doing out here?” You scoffed, “You really think I was gonna just fly back to the carrier, not knowing for sure if you were dead or not!” “Where’s your plane?” You shrugged, “I don’t know, I ejected. With all the damage and speed stress I put on it, the engines failed. But I’m okay.”

Jake didn’t say a word as he pulled you in for a kiss. “God, you’re fucking crazy, Simpson.” You chuckled a little breathlessly, “You love it.” He kissed you again, “That I do.”

You threw his arm over your shoulder. “I landed in a clearing not too far from here. Let’s get out of here.” He nodded, “Do you have your transponder?” You nodded, “I think so.” Jake steady himself as you stepped back to look for it.

You held it up, turned it on, and both of you walked toward the clearing, grabbing your helmets on the way.

But the moment you turn your back to the plane, leaking reserve fuel ignites and causes an explosion.

*****

While the explosion wasn’t big enough to knock either of you unconscious, it stunned you for a few minutes.

You pushed the branches off of you and got up, coughing as dirt and smoke entered your lungs.

Jake did the same, tears filling his eyes at the pain in his ribcage. He heard you cough, “Y/N?” “Jake?” “Y/N, Y/N I’m here.” He grunted as he pushed himself off the ground to meet you halfway.

You embraced him, chuckling a little. “We can’t catch a break can we?” He buried his face into your neck, the arm not cradling his ribs tightening around you, “Are you okay?” You nodded, “Uh-huh. Yeah.” He released you and you nearly fell, but he was quick to steady you.

“Woah. Hey, we’re okay.” You giggled a little, “Yeah.” Jake met your eyes, “We’re okay, right?” He was trying his best to keep calm, for both of you. You pushed hair out of your face, “Yeah, yeah. Just comin’ off that adrenaline high, that’s all.” He nodded, “Me too. Me too. Let’s get to that clearing, okay Honey?” He took in a deep breath, “Aaaah, shit. I think my ribs are broken…”

You rubbed his back, “Come on. We’re gonna…. Gonna-” You swallowed, pausing to catch your breath. “Y/N?” You shook it off, “Let’s get the he-ell out of here, Jake.” He nodded and grabbed a hold of your arm to keep you steady.

Jake walked a few steps, but when you didn’t follow he stopped, “Y/N? Sweets, what’s wrong?” You swallowed, lifting your hand to wave it off, “I just- just let me catch-” You started shaking and Jake’s eyes widened as you began to fall to the forest floor, catching you just in time to keep your head from hitting the ground.

He pushed more hair out of your face, “What happened? Are you okay?” You nodded, but Jake could see the distant, glossy look cover your eyes. He fought back tears, but he smiled anyway to keep you calm. “Yeah, yeah, you’re okay. What happened?” You smiled at him, seemingly unaware of how fast your chest was moving up and down, “Just-” You swallowed, “Just need to catch my breath.” He nodded, tears slipping past his eyes, “Okay. Okay, yeah catch your breath. I’ll be right here. We got time. Just catch your breath and then the med chopper’ll get us out and we’ll get you some help, okay.”

Jake kissed your forehead, “You’re gonna be okay, just-”

That’s when he felt it.

He sat back and looked down, seeing crimson stains on the knees of his suit.

Jake looked back up at your face with wide, scared eyes before feeling at your back. When he pulled his hand away, it was covered in blood.

You noticed the fear on his face, “Are you okay? What happened?” Jake urgently spoke into his com system. You tried to sit up, but he eased you back, shaking his head, “Nothing happened. Nothing happened. You’re okay, you’re okay.”

You turned your head and looked past Jake, through the trees.

Jake watched a smile spread across your face and tears line your eyes. He tilted his head a little confused, but then you spoke.

“I.. I love sunsets…”

Jake choked out a sob, being able to see the reflection of the sunset in your eyes. “I know you do Baby.” You slowly turned back to look him in the eye, a shaky hand coming to rest on the side of his face, and he nuzzled into it. “Will you watch the sunset with me Jake?”

He nodded, wetting his lips and tasting the saltiness of his own tears, “Yeah, yeah of course I’ll watch it with you, my love.” He gently helped you into a sitting position and then sat behind you.

Jake held you in his lap and watched the sun set through the trees.

But kept his eyes on you more than he did the changing sky colors. He wanted to remember this look of sereness on your face, the look that he fell in love with.

You turned your head, “I love you, Jake.” “I love you too, Y/N.” “Kiss me?” He looked into your eyes, “We need to save your energy, Sunny.” “Please, Jake.” He frowned a little but realized that it may be his last chance to kiss you, ever. He nodded, a small smile on his face, “Come ‘ere, Darlin’.” You smiled and took a deep breath.

Once your lips met, you put everything you had into that kiss. His arms wrapped around you and held you close.

Jake pulled away when the pain in his ribs became too much. He rested his forehead on yours, eyes still closed. “I love you, Y/N. With everything I am. I don’t think I’d be the man I am today without you.” He gripped you tighter when you didn’t respond, “I need to know that you know that. Please, please, Y/N, just say something. Please…”

He finally opened his eyes, only to be met with your closed ones.

Squeezing his eyes shut, the tears began flowing freely, “No. No. No! Y/N, come on! Don’t do this to me! Don’t leave! I can’t lose you too. Please… God, please.” And the words Rooster told him nearly a year ago rang out in his head…

Hangman, the only place you’ll ever lead anyone is an early grave…

*******

A few months later, he was laying on his back in his truck bed in a pasture on his parents’ ranch in Texas.

Your dogtags dangled from his fingers and he talked to them.

“You know, I tried to turn in my wings after your funeral… But your father wouldn’t let me. Told that was the one thing you asked of him if this mission ever went south. ‘Make sure Jake doesn’t give up’.” He sobbed out a laugh, “You knew me better than anyone.”

He gripped the tags in his hand. “You shared your love of sunsets with me because you wanted to help me. You shared something so intimate and personal with someone that was trying to push you as far away as he could get you.”

“But you persisted and I don’t think I could ever thank you enough for that. For that annoying persistence, for your devotion.”

Jake took a deep breath, sitting up slowly and letting his feet dangle over his tailgate. “I’m gonna miss you a lot, Y/N. Miss your laugh, miss your touch, miss your energy.”

He looked up from his hands and saw possibly the most beautiful sunset he’d ever witnessed. And for a moment, it felt like you were there.

A watery smile spread across his face, “Hi, Sweetheart.”

*********

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Six Months Later

Prompt: Y/N and Bradley have been broken up for six months and haven't seen each other. When they finally see each other again, Y/N remembers one of her favorite nights with him.

Warning: Sex

Word Count: 1268

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It had been six months since Y/N and Bradley had broken up. The hardest six months of Y/N’s life. As time went on Y/N told herself that it would get easier but that hadn’t happened yet. Bradley crossed her mind all the time. She had always thought that Bradley was ‘the one.’ In fact, she still believed that he was ‘the one.’

It had helped that Y/N hadn’t seen him since they had broken up but now that all of the top pilots of Top Gun had been called back for a mystery mission, she was preparing herself for seeing him. She had no idea what this mission entailed but she knew that she would probably be working closely with him.

Y/N arrived at the infamous Hard Deck bar. For a Tuesday night it was already packed with locals and pilots from Top Gun. Penny, the owner, spotted Y/N and gave her a wave. Y/N smiled back and continued towards the back of the bar. Everyone from Top Gun was playing pool and Y/N recognized her close friend, Phoenix, playing against Fanboy. The game finished just as Y/N joined them and Phoenix pulled her into a hug.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Phoenix cried, excitedly.

“Me too,” Y/N said, laughing.

Her eyes nervously scanned the room, looking for Bradley. Although she wasn’t sure who had been invited back, she had a suspicion that he was going to be one of them. He was one of the best pilots that she had ever flown with. It was then that she saw him. He was wearing one of his obnoxious Hawaiian shirts, blue jeans, and his classic Aviator sunglasses. He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head as he walked over and greeted Coyote. Once he greeted Coyote he strolled around and introduced himself to the others. After a minute it was obvious that he wasn’t going to acknowledge Y/N. Phoenix gave her a gentle squeeze on the shoulder before walking over to the bar, promising to bring a drink back for Y/N.

Y/N sank down into a chair, her eyes watching Bradley. He hadn’t changed at all. She also couldn’t help but notice that all of her old feelings came flooding back the moment she had spotted him. Her favorite memory of them together, rushed to her mind. It took place on the beach just outside of the Hard Deck.

The beach was empty, everyone was back at The Hard Deck, relaxing after a long week. Bradley had grabbed Y/N’s hand and guided her down the beach, wanting some time alone.

Together they watched the sunset, her back pressed against his stomach. His hands gently rested on her stomach, drawing lazy circles on her hips. Just from the simple touch, Y/N’s core gently throbbed. It had been almost a week since they had been intimate and his touch was driving her crazy.

It was clearly driving Bradley crazy as well. She could feel his length harden against her back side. When the sun set and the beach was dark, Bradley gently turned her around, facing him.

“I love you Y/N,” Bradley said, placing his lips against hers. His hands grabbed onto her hips and pulled her against him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he slid his hands to the back of her thighs. He picked her up and moved them underneath the pier, out of sight of prying eyes. He came to a stop towards the back and gently placed her down. She watched as he sat down on the sand, grabbed her hand and pulled her down on top of him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she dug her toes in the sand.

His hands grabbed her ass and pulled her against him and she moved her hips against his. His erection pressed against her core with each move. Bradley’s fingers dipped underneath Y/N’s sundress, brushing against her underwear. The material was already wet as Bradley pushed the material aside and ran his fingers along her core, rubbing against her sensitive spot.

Y/N let out a soft moan from his touch and placed her hand on his arm. Bradley gave her a questioning look as she pulled his hand away from her.

“Just fuck me already,” she whispered into his ear.

Bradley’s brown eyes grew wide from her straight forwardness. She reached down and unzipped his jeans and slightly pulled down his black boxer briefs, freeing his erection. Her hand wrapped his length and he reached under her dress and pushed aside her underwear. He let out a moan as she ran his length along her wet folds.

“Jesus Y/N,” Bradley breathed before placing his hand on top of hers.

Y/N stood up slightly and lowered herself onto him, allowing his length to fill her up. Bradley’s hands gripped her waist, guiding Y/N, back and forth. This was new to them as Bradley was normally in control however Y/N was enjoying it and clearly Bradley was as well. His eyes were closed as Y/N continued to move her hips against his. She placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling herself against him.

“Faster,” Bradley groaned as Y/N quickened the pace.

The knot in her stomach was quickly growing with each movement. She was trying her best to keep from coming undone but as the pace quickened the harder it was to hold. Moaning louder than she meant to, Y/N’s walls clenched around Bradley’s length as he released into her.

Y/N waited a moment before moving off of Bradley and sat down next to him. His arm wrapped around her shoulder and she leaned into him.

“I love you Bradley,” she whispered and he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.

“Y/N?!” Phoenix called, waving her hands frantically in front Y/N. “Earth to Y/N?!”

Y/N blinked and looked around. She had forgotten where she was for a moment. Everyone was in the same spot, except for Bradley. He was making his way over to Y/N, his signature Corona in his hand. He nodded at Phoenix before she walked away, giving Y/N one last look.

“Hi,” Bradley said looking at Y/N.

“Hey,” Y/N whispered.

“How have you been?” Bradley asked, taking a seat next to her.

“I’ve been…fine. How about you?”

“I’ve been ok.”

Y/N looked up at him, surprised by his answer. “Just ok?”

Bradley nodded, his finger picking at the label of his beer. “Yea…”

It was silent for a moment before Bradley took a deep breath. “Look, Y/N…fuck,” he began, running his fingers through his hair. “I fucking miss you. I’ve thought about you every day and I told myself that I would eventually get over it but I haven’t. I just want to fucking be with you.”

Y/N was shocked by his revelation. This was what she had been hoping for but now that the moment was here, she was nervous and she had no idea why.

“I don’t want to get hurt again…” she said quietly.

Bradley reached across the table and placed his hand on hers. “I promise I will never do anything to hurt you again. I never want to lose you.”

Y/N laced her fingers with his and stood up. She walked around the table and sat down on his lap. Bradley’s free hand rested on her bare thigh.

“Promise?” Y/N asked.

“Promise.”

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[chemistryread]

she is both hellfire and holy water

- part IV

I choose to love you in silence, for in silence I find no rejection, I choose to love you in loneliness, for in loneliness no one owns you but me, I choose to adore you from a distance, for distance will shield me from pain.

jake seresin

callsign: scorcher

part III

part V

disclaimers/tags: female!aviator!reader. jake is a tired loverboy. slowburn and angst.

a/n: this chapter was hard to put together tbh, alternating between jake and scorch, but i hope it's good enough. the pace picks up from here, i promise. i'm also teasing a few things that will get explained later. another gentle reminder i don't know how navy rankings and inner-workings go. thank you so much for all the attention, the first part hit 1k notes and that's a first for me, so i'm really happy <3 anyways, enjoy :)

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Bradshaw found another way to make his life harder.

What the hell did he tell you last night?

You were late for training. Sat in the back, next to Fritz. Stayed mostly quiet in the comms. When Maverick asked why you didn't take the killshot, you replied that you got distracted. Curt, annoyance drenching your words. Definitely uncharacteristic for the two of you.

At lunch, he asks everyone if they've seen you. Turns out you went off-base, supposed to go with Bob and Trace but they were ahead of everyone else in the programme so Cyclone wanted a word with the duo.

There's no reason for him to worry about you going alone. You must have done it many times before. But he's agonizing over not having heard a single thing from you all day, not directed to him.

He doesn't want to overstep, either. For all he knows, this sudden silence has nothing to do with him. So he spends as much of his free time at the gym, pushing to the point of failure to have something else to think about.

When he gets to The Hard Deck, you're already there. In your moss green dickies and a tight top, looking unbothered. He wonders if you put effort into looking so effortlessly pretty.

Javy is back too, holding the darts as he shoots.

Bradley is playing the piano, and you're sitting next to him. Watching with a pleased smile on your face, shoulders dancing to the song. To be fair, most of the squad are doing the same, but he doesn't look at them.

"Dude, if you don't want me to ask you should hide it better."

He calls out, handing another dart for him to prick right into the red circle.

"Nothing to hide, Coyote, absolutely nothing."

Voice leveled, cool-headed.

"If you say so." Another dart flies too close to his friend's nose. "Oh, and, uhm, you should definitely not look now."

With that, Jake turns mid throw and finds a now standing Bradley turning a shot glass, with his arm around your shoulders. Hands intertwined as you drink with him.

Throws. Dead center again.

"C'mon, let's go over there."

Javy laughs. At him, he knows.

Phoenix bugs her eyes out, licking her lips, ready to lunge. "Look who decided to join us. Tired of playing with yourself?"

"Not as much as you must be. Drought's still pretty bad, huh?"

She's unclenching her jaw to respond, but you surprise everyone first. "Would that make him a mirage?"

They follow your gaze to a young man, a civillian, shamelessly checking Trace out.

The dark-haired woman leans to whisper in your ear, and Rooster fails in his attempt to discreetly overhear, annoyed face being shoved back by your hand.

He backs up to give you privacy, but you keep him close with fingers still laced together. Hangman takes a long sip, noticing the angry unsteadiness of his hold on the bottle. You catch the way his hand trembles, sending a questioning look his way, but he ignores it.

Nodding along, eventually, you push Natasha in the direction of the guy, saying only "Please. Have fun."

You finally let go of Rooster's hand - Jake perks up, hoping you might finally acknowledge him, and ends up letting beer trickle down the corner of his lips - standing up and announcing you're going to get another round. Leaving him looking silly, eyes still tracking your body as you walk away from him again, back of his hand clumsily wiping at his chin.

From afar, he watches you slump on the stool. You look upset, running your hands through your hair and smiling weakly at Penny. Maverick is on your side, a mischievous energy about him.

The trouble you're in is truly indescribable.

Seeing Maverick finally join the squad at the Hard Deck, you run to him and Penny, probably ruining their night if you're honest.

If you could have a superpower, you would chose being able to keep your feelings to yourself. It kills you to overshare, regretting it every time.

But these two love a gossip, completely enthralled by your current problem and encouraging you to open up with booze.

"You guys are enablers, that's what you are."

Pete laughs, his smile jovial and cheeky. Not too different from his girlfriend's. Made to be, truly. It makes you thoroughly envious.

The woman was the first one to put everything together, on your first round back at Fightertown. She was nice enough not to tell Mav until he got to the same conclusion on his own. When he did, however, they had cornered you separately a handful of times in the span of a week, testing and comparing the answers you gave them until you finally confessed.

Lieutenant Seresin makes you feel a certain special way. And you hate it, so much.

Mav is a friend your academy days, when he was called to supervise the testing of a new aircraft. You were handpicked to be one of the reserve pilots, which had meant you might get a chance to take it for a test drive too. (You did.) It was only for a week, but you grew particularly close, bonding over losing a backseater.

When you were called back to Top Gun for the uranium mission, you quickly put together that the Hard Deck's owner and your old friend had history. Possibly lending a helping hand to their happy ending.

This is karma, then. You meddled with their situation, and now they feel comfortable enough to do the same with you.

The difference is, there's no history. Jake doesn't even know.

All those months ago, getting comfortable with the squad, you liked everyone. Apparently he didn't realize, but you liked him too. Despite everyone's fairly placed mistrust of Hangman, something nagged at your heartstrings.

It doesn't happen often. You're not one to feel strongly about someone you don't even know either way. So this continuous faith in him, it had to mean something, even if you don't truly understand it.

His imposing attitude, his ego, those are not palatable, to be exact. But are they surprising, for a Navy pilot?

Looking past that, you saw an ambitious, gutsy man. Accomplished and confident. Benevolent, tenderhearted. (Some would not agree with the last, but you know. Or you think you do, anyway.)

None of those traits are frowned upon. Even the ones that get people to roll their eyes at first glance, they make sense once you see the rest of him. It's just one side, that settles in perfectly with the others. Completes him in a fascinating fashion.

He's interesting.

But you understand meeting Hangman and writing him off as one more self-absorbed dickhead who won't improve your life. Can do without. And you wish that's how you saw him as well.

However, your conscience furiously screamed at you to be smarter than the others. Don't pass on this great person just yet, because you were too busy following everyone else. Some of the best are not usually what they seem.

Once your brain captures the potential of a special someone, your heart doesn't hesitate to follow. Again, rarely happens. But when it does, it's all-encompassing. (And scary.)

That persistence to dig deeper, obssess over believing in him, for no apparent good reason, it'll take you to an early grave.

Your eyes would track him around the bar and you'd go quiet, wondering if you're imagining or hoping for things that aren't really there. Spiraling into an isolating back and forth with yourself.

That's when Penny took notice of your unique treatment of Seresin.

Smart woman, she read you for filth. You act indifferent because you're terrified he might see you care for him. More than you do the others. If he finds out, you might have to explain to him something you can't even explain to yourself. If he has no idea, you never have to deal with it.

You're not good with this. Emotional connection, hope, asking, rejection.

As much as you are curious, and you wish you could see it through, you're too afraid it will only drag you down.

There's also the stomach-turning consideration that he likely doesn't even think of you. Paying attention for nearly a year, you concluded he enjoys the company of bubbly and happy-go-lucky personalities. So do you, to be honest. Who doesn't?

You're a little more rough around the edges, too busy licking your wounds and guarding up from others to remember to let your hair down. You can joke as much as the next aviator, but you'd never be truly lightfooted.

It's like something haunts you everywhere you go. A fear of intimacy, to be completely forthcoming. You do your best to hide it, offering a friendly face to most, but it wouldn't surprise you if people called you distant.

"What I don't understand is why you're running away from this. You said it's been a great time! Are you this scared of loving someone?"

"Whoah, hold your horses, woman! 'Love'? Who said anything about that?"

The two look at each other with knowing smiles. Hot anger brews inside, bothered when people try to tell you how you feel. Even if you are being stubborn and purposefully deceiving yourself.

"You know what I mean. Maybe you don't love him yet, but you're so scared you might one day get there and not know what to do with it, so you deny, deny, deny. It's ridiculous."

"Yeah, it is ridiculous."

You joke, clearly trying to shoot down her assessment of you, but you don't sound too sure.

"Didn't you come over to us, asking for help with your troubles?"

It's Maverick's turn at the end of your glare.

"Correct. To help murder whatever it is that's growing inside of me." They shake their heads. "Hey, you guys are speaking as if you're so sure he feels the same, when you have absolutely no reason to believe as much. For all we know, he tolerates me at best. Maybe not even that. If this becomes something real, what happens when I screw up or he realizes I'm not that great? What then? Going through all of that for nothing, you're encouraging me to get heartbroken. It's sadistic!"

These last few weeks, letting him in, they were a mistake. You should have know better.

Jake's sweet. He listens, he looks at you, and when he does you memorize every speck of green in his eyes so you can dream about them later. It's maddening.

A mind of his own, you enjoy when he rambles. As you had considered before, the ego and the self-confidence are not fronts. He is like that, a little full of himself. And you like it so much. Every time he talks, he stands tall and puts his foot down. Velvety voice booming, confident cadence, claiming his right to be heard. Beautiful.

And you knew all of that, surprised only by the part where he hears back. Props you up to put your two cents in as well, and although you're much calmer in your approach, he drives you crazy with some points.

Rarely, in your entire life, have you enjoyed just talking to someone so much, for a person who prefers to only speak when you have a point to make.

It's not all serious, and you're thankful for that. He has always been clever with his remarks, and when you don't know how to reach out to people, you make them feel good by laughing with them. Whether he's being charitable or not, he laughs with you too.

It's a mutual shedding of walls. You wonder if he takes it as seriously as you do.

When you're together, all the other things surrounding you struggle severely to draw you away. All that matters is being in his presence, and wishing he enjoys being in yours.

That's why you're in trouble. This hasn't happened before. You've never…well, you've never been in love before. Or even close to it. And here's this pretty boy, with a lot of personality, giving you his full attention even after you were less than friendly with him. Insisting on breaking into your heart. No one has ever fought this hard for you before, with the exception of Maverick. It does feed hope into your heart, no matter how hard you push against it.

Penny pulls you away from your thoughts by squeezing your hand.

"And if it doesn't happen that way? What if he likes you more everyday he spends with you?" She looks to Pete, clear blue eyes softening, tight lips turning up. Another squeeze. "We know this doesn't happen to you, so it would be nice to see it develop."

"C'mon, Pen, you've seen thousands of Navy men pick up women here, including him. It would take someone special to pull him out of that comfortable life, and I'm not it."

"Stop talking about yourself that way! And I don't think Seresin is like that. You're right, I have seen thousands of men who don't give up that life even after they get married. He's not one of them. I know, like you knew he was worth believing in."

She holds your gaze, a lot less patient than Pete, and you can't stop the rolling of your eyes.

"It'll go away." You say it with stern determination, as if you had a magic spell prepared and all. Behind the bar, Penny huffs. "I don't want it. Throw it away. How do I do that, now?"

It's the older man's turn to laugh at your drunken words.

"Sweetheart, that's not how it works. I know you're not well-versed in feelings, but c'mon, you're smarter than this."

"Mav, I really, seriously, honestly don't want to fall for him."

Tears pool at your eyes, and you can see him jump a little at the sight. A lot of new things around here. Because of Jake. You kind of want to go punch him right now.

Your fingers run through your hair nervously, you're a mess.

"And what's your plan, then?" Penny asks, drying clean glasses to have an excuse to avoid the waiting patrons. "Because, this- Being friends without confronting your feelings first, I don't think that's going to work. You can't do that, honey, it's not healthy."

"I can't just stop talking to him now, can I?" Both shake their heads. You sigh. "I thought, maybe, knowing him better would force me to see that I was either wrong or overshooting, but all it did was fuel this hopeful feeling for more. In my heart, not my brain, that one is yelling at me to take three big steps back."

The three of you laugh together.

"You don't have to figure it out tonight, maybe you're right and it'll go away. In the meantime, don't overthink it."

Penny and you groan in synch.

"Don't worry so much, is that your advice?"

"Works for me."

You hum, considering. Pete Mitchell, one thing about him is that he does take control of his own life, for better or worse.

"Rooster disagrees."

Two pairs of eyes widen at you, but the man is the one who asks. "Bradley knows?"

"Not exactly. Last night, he pulled me away with a bullshit excuse to warn me that he thinks Hangman has ulterior motives, with me." You snort, taking a sip of your forgotten drink. "I yelled at him for thinking he has any right to be protective, and for making assumptions. Anyway, long story short, I lied and said there was nothing to worry about. I'm on top of it, and I can handle him if I have to."

"Huh, and he doesn't even know that what you want to be on top of and handle-"

"Penny!"

You shush her and Maverick shudders next to you.

"Please don't say that out loud, ever again."

"Sorry. Is that why he's all over you tonight? Like, more than usual."

"Uhm," You scan the bar to look for your friend but find Jake first, and he winks at you. You can't help but smile, bitterly amused by the absurdity of being brought to tears over a man who has absolutely no clue, while the same man inconsequentially flirts with you across the room. You look away, before you can start blushing.

"Did you mean that 'honey', the other day?"

Enraptured by your presence (after not hearing much from you all day), it seems Jake didn't notice everyone run to the pool table as soon as the group who was hogging it left, and he was alone with Rooster.

"First of all, it's none of your business what I call Scorcher-"

"I mean, can't even call her Scorch, that sort of speaks for itself, no?"

"Secondly. Why do you ask? Feeling threatened?"

He can't see the big hazel eyes behind the thick sunglasses he's wearing, but Bradley stands up straighter, taking his time to answer.

"Just don't do anything stupid. I'm watching you."

Instinctively, Jake puffs his chest and stands up nose-to-nose with his fellow aviator.

At the perfect moment, your gazes cross, finding each other across the bar. A bashful, flirty smirk grows over his lips and he winks. Cheesy and transparent, the same unbeatable confidence that irks Rooster whenever he pulls the girl they were both looking at first.

Much to his surprise, you grant him a genuine smile, the first one that is a positive unmediated response to his antics.

He imagines himself glowing in front of Bradshaw, energy renewed by your approval when the dirty-blonde was just talking his ear off. He comes out on top, again. Did you watch that, asshole?

A deep growl rises from the bottom of the man's throat, accepting defeat. Too intimately for his own taste, ungraceful hands drag him along to the rest of the group.

"Think so, yeah. Again, he thinks he needs to shelter me or something."

"Sounds like him."

Penny hums in agreement, with a sly smile on her lips. You don't even want to know.

"Makes you want to shake him by his stupidly broad shoulders and yell at him to relax."

"The day Rooster relaxes, I'll be able to fucking sleep at night."

Snorting at the uncommon instance of Mav swearing, you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

In a moment of quiet, you miss Phoenix. Maybe you should get her opinion on everything, she usually has her head on her shoulders about things. Then again, she's dealing with a lot on her own.

The Jake thing wasn't the only problem Rooster had last night. You would've broken the juicy news to your favorite couple, but it was not your secret to share.

You're gone for a while, but every time he looks, you're still with the couple, and it's clear that you're the one doing most of the talking. He hopes to get a chance to pull you aside later and ask what's going on. Cautiously, of course.

When you finally return, your speech is a little slurred and your cheeks are flushed. Hair loosened from all the times you ran your fingers through it.

It distracts him from Bob handing him the pool stick.

"Where's Tasha?"

"With mirage man."

"Still? He wasn't that good." Heads snap up to you, and Jake's eyes look away from the table, taking in your heedless state. "What? Friends share."

Rooster chokes on his beer and Fanboy inches closer, both men drowning you in questions.

Did you say something weird? You're a little too tipsy to care.

Just because you're not romantic doesn't mean you can't have fun. The Hard Deck was a special spot, constantly blessed by many handsome faces, and you weren't denying yourself everything, despite what Miss Pretty Penny might think. Then again, like you said, they were hardly ever that good and they certainly denied you actual pleasure, sometimes.

You warned Trace of that when she leaned into your ear to ask if you wouldn't mind her sneaking off with a guy you had been with before. That was your only qualm with it. But she could use the distraction, so you ultimately ushered her away with him.

A bit of regret spreads through your chest as you wish she was here now, helping ward off the curious naughty boys trying to interrogate you. Those who dine in silence, enjoy it the best, you tell them.

The next best contender comes to the rescue.

After a purposeful horrendous miss, he returns the stick to Floyd.

"Personal space, creeps. Don't be invasive." You take his hand before he can even ask. "Air?"

Your fingers don't lace with his, letting go as soon as you're outside, and he pretends not to notice or care. Drowning the knot in his throat with a sip of his warm beer, which he started neglecting when he noticed you were going a little over your limit, planning on keeping a watchful eye, take care of you if needed.

Instead, they pull at the hairband, finally letting all the strands fall down your shoulders, threading them impatiently. It's messy and unkempt. He enjoys getting a glimpse of the curls fully.

Your movements are automatic as your mind wanders off, eyes on the ocean but not really focusing.

Jake is not touchy. It's unexpected, boys like him - confident, good-looking, used to female attention - tend to be. But he's very respectful, keeps to himself. In the gym, the closest he gets to you is the tip of his fingers poking your side if you're doing something wrong, only doing more if you explicitly tell him you need help. It's brief, though, and sturdy. Helpful. You chuckle to yourself, thinking you like it when he helps you. You hate feeling incompetent, but if it meant Seresin would pick you up, well you might just trip over your own feet.

"How did you get drunk? It's so early."

His grin is tight and sincere, gorgeous.

The image of the couple flashes through your brain and you almost cuss them out.

"Penny and Mav! Who knew old friends could be so scheming."

"Why were they scheming?"

"To get me to talk."

"About?"

Jesus. When did you get so careless?

You turn with a glint in your eyes. Shaking a finger, hilariously, at him. "Nope. Not telling you, of all people."

"Had to try." No, you really didn't. His eyes sharpen. "What do you mean, 'of all people'?"

Damn him. Sober and clever. Would he let you punch him, if you asked? Maybe he'll give up if you distract him.

"Shut up, Seresin, look at the waves!"

Yeah, you're pretty gone.

"C'mon, talk to me, for once."

The light tone you had is replaced by a husky, exasperated one.

"What do you mean, 'for once'? I talk to you more than the entire squad! Maybe Phoenix, but it's pretty equal. Not like proportionate to the time we've been friends, but meaning. Does that make sense? I tell you more than I tell them."

At the same time, you want to bury your head in the sand to stop talking, and also shake him from his shoulders, ask him if he really doesn't see it.

So you cross your arms over the railing, bumping your forehead lightly as if it's going to bring you back to your senses and erase all the feelings you have for the man leaning so close. He's so close.

Something wicked twists inside him, feeling his lips dare to twist up.

Desperation oozes from him, yes, but he wants to know. Banking on your absent-mindedness and the fabricated tilt of teasing in his voice covering for him.

"C'mon, you don't need to lie to make me feel better. I would say if there's a top three, it would be Trace, Bradshaw and maybe, then, me. Right?"

Honestly, your ranking is more like Tasha, Floyd and Rooster. The order can alternate depending on the day.

His gaze is searing hot, sweat trickling down the back of your neck, nearly enchanting enough to convince you to give everything away.

How would he react to knowing you're just another girl captivated by him? The hooks of desire and curiosity and interest ripping you open tear by tear, with every smirk you catch on his face.

Looking into pretty little green orbs, you want to gently cradle his face (maybe butthead him first) and connect your lips as delicately as possible, dreaming about how it would feel when it picks up, moaning your admiration straight down his throat.

Fucking bastard, doesn't even know.

"Seresin, you're on a whole different ball park." Stretching your arms in front of you, holding onto the railing and leaning your head back, your heart is a lot more still than you expected in a moment like this. Maybe it finds relief in being put first, chosen over your brain, just this time. "Don't bother comparing."

It burns him deep. He can feel the wrinkle in between his brows.

Are you saying you don't even consider him as much as the other two? He wouldn't put it past you, to say something so gut wrenching as if it's nothing. Or, just maybe, you mean you've made a category just for him, a special spot, exclusive. A slot not even Rooster can break into. Jesus, he can feel his muscles contract with how strongly he wishes for the second.

He's silent. For a minute.

There's your answer. His reaction was uncomfortable silence. Well, what else did you expect?

Chancing a look, you notice the tension in his shoulders. Maybe he thinks he has to reject you now. A pitying Jake Seresin speech sounds like the worst thing that you could go through at the moment, so you gather all your strength to come across unbothered. Only joking.

"You look really serious right now. It's kind of funny."

He turns his full body to you, hands massive against the thin wooden board, chest pushing against the thight shirt. Your smile falters a little, swallowing roughly. So much trouble.

Remembering how well you took his flirty wink earlier, he puts effort into making sure you feel the drag of his eyes, half-lidded, from your head to your toe.

"It's your fault. I keep trying to figure you out, but you make it real hard, darlin'."

Like a flashback, Rooster's words come back to you. Was he right? Did you need to worry about this?

Figure you out.

"Is that what this is?"

The change is so quick, he has trouble keeping up. Your voice is small, but your eyes glimmer in the moonlight, something entirely different taking over. He's seen it before in fucking wolves.

He thinks he imagines your tongue licking your teeth. It's his turn to shiver.

"This?"

"Yeah, this." You step closer to him, perfect posture and folded arms. "Let's be honest, Hangman, you're not the kind of guy to unpretentiously start a friendship. There's gotta be something you want, ultimately. So, what is it?"

Jake can see the fire slowly growing behind your eyes and he feels like he can't trust the floor not to give way under him and swallow him whole.

For the entire time you've know each other, this is the first chance you've given him to learn things about you. Slowly. You were the last of the squad to open up to him. Maybe he sees you as a challenge, while you see him as- God, you feel stupid. And too drunk to hold back your tongue.

So you attack him, of course. It's in your nature. Too easy to slip back into your shell, standoffish and suspicious.

"What? I'm trying to get to know you, that's just how people become friends, Scorcher."

"Figure me out?"

It won't help, he knows, but he can't stop himself from laughing. Loud and honest, rolling his eyes.

"Manner of speech, beautiful. Tell me, is every time we have a conversation just a waiting opportunity for you to fucking pick my words apart and get on my nerves? Is this revenge, for all the times I pissed you off?"

"Oh, if it's so bothersome, why do you stick around?"

I really like you.

The wind is blowing your hair, and you look kind of like a deity. Taller, darker, fearless.

Eyes are boring into him as if you know something he doesn't, like you've discovered an entire plan he had against you. Except, there's nothing.

Well, there is one thing. The craving he's resisting of grabbing you by your hips and pushing you against the wall, shut you up for a long hour or two with his tongue deep down your throat and his thigh perfectly placed in between your legs. Punishing and devoted in the same breath.

But he's pretty sure you have no idea that's what's on his mind. Would you even like that? No, you'd probably knee him in the crotch and go back inside, laughing at him with Maverick and…Oh.

"Wait a minute." His expression of utter loss twists into anger, an accusation. Biting into the cold air. "Rooster. That little show in the TV room last night. What did he say to you?"

You take a step back, looking away when he steps forward.

Dead little birdy, he swears.

"Whatever do you mean…"

You shrug, faking innocence, but he's not in the mood for joking right now.

"Scorch."

A shaky breath, gasp cut short by teeth trapping your lips shut. Yes, he is playing dirty, but it's not like he hadn't been patiently waiting for the right moment to use it. It feels holier than your name.

It is endearing from everyone else, and earth-shattering from him.

That's what those who know you call you by. Honestly, you never expected to be on his radar, not really. Not in a way that was important. More like someone who passed by, who's remembered vaguely, not lingering too long on your memory before changing the subject.

It is also just a name. So you quickly compose yourself before he can notice the catastrophic impact he has on you.

Nose high in the sky, you recollect yourself. Stubborn and predictable.

"Hangman."

Your stubbornness has the desired effect, wearing him down until he gives up.

A juvenile bitterness (also called jealousy) takes over. He sighs and starts to walk away.

"You know what, forget it."

But then he's leaving you, threatening to dismiss everything, and a pathetic urgency to keep him possesses your body. Throwing all of earlier's caution and hesitance out the window.

He's halfway to the door when you unfold your arms and lean back to grab him, pulling on his sleeve.

Cursing and worshipping him with one balled fist, the warm woodsy smell giving you a headache.

"Fine." You snicker at his smirking face. So he can get what he wants, even with you. Save that for later. "He did say something."

You adorably tug on his shirt again, asking for him to move back to his previous spot.

Purposefully sliding very close in front of you - noses would be grazing if you hadn't moved your head away in embarrassment - he leans back against the railing one last time. Eyebrows raised, satisfied grin.

"Well?"

"You're fucking aggravating, you know that? It's important to me that you know how much of an annoying little prick you are."

"Not little. But the rest I can agree with." You groan, totally not joking, and he gets the feeling of Deja Vu. "You're just mad you're about to throw your friend under the bus for me, angel face. To be fair, I would be confused too. After all this time, what changed?"

He almost forgets what you were meant to talk about while he has a bit of fun at your expense. He's teasing like he used to before, but it's more rewarding now. You're looking at each other, words at the tip of your tongues, instead of abandoned in your throats. He finally gets to hear what you have to say to him.

"Yes, Seresin, you have bewitched me within seven days and now I must betray all of my good friends for you in hopes that you'll feel the same." He smiles at your theatrics. You're happy to see the idea amuses him, because you're terribly afraid it might come true. "No, I'm not trying to burn Rooster, he's just a fucking idiot."

Big grin, crossed arms. "I'm all ears, darling."

You sigh and take the space next to him, elbows brushing lightly, mimicking his pose.

In your defense, you told Bradley the same.

His ways are complicated. You understand, wholeheartedly, that he was raised on the honorable principle of watching over your own. And you're more than grateful to be one of his people. Hopefully, he knows you'd do the same for him, in a heartbeat.

But the way he spoke to you like you didn't know any better, it was condescending. He was overbearing and selfish. And that's not true to your friendship, you never went over each other like that.

You were always very supportive of his relationships, romantic or otherwise. You mediated for him and Maverick whenever they butted heads, which is (not at all surprising) often.

This thing with Tasha.

You were there for him, through and through. So you felt blindsided by this petty possessiveness, and the utter lack of belief in your judgement.

During training, you were so fed up, still irritated by his behavior, that you couldn't even focus. For the sake of being fair, you also wanted to consider Rooster's theories.

The young man didn't know, obvioulsy, but you looked at Jake with rose-colored glasses, for sure. As attentive as you are to who you can or cannot count on, it is possible you'd let something slide for him. You were so appalled at the idea that you couldn't look anyone in the eye, not even Mav.

(He noticed. And he sent you off-base after lunch to clear your head.)

Bradley asked for truce, offering you a ride to The Hard Deck after bumping into you in the base's hallways.

On the way, he lets you scold him a little more before apoligizing. And you know, God, you know he meant well. You want to tell him that, actually, you're not so much Hangman's new victim. Or that you'd be mostly alright with that. Mostly. But that would start a whole new discussion, instead letting him blissfully bask in ignorance.

So, yeah, it feels icky to criticise him to the cause of his worries.

"I don't know, he has this complex, that he needs to look out for everyone or he's a bad friend." Your brows are furrowed, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you think. When the words came out, it sounded like you were already regretting being so harsh. "I- That's not a bad thing. I'm not saying it is. But- It's just-"

"It's too much. You don't like being fussed over, I know."

He knows. Rooster doesn't, but he does. Now, that's a statement.

You meet his gaze poignantly, leaning on the tip of your toes absentmindedly and causing you to look as tall as him. He wants to squeeze your jaw and force you to let go of the meaty inside of your mouth. You've probably drawn blood by now.

"Hm. I thought you said you couldn't figure me out." He watches the spark in your eyes when he shrugs, looking impressed, only half kidding. A combination of sorrow and amusement. They definitely flick to his lips before returning to your shoes. "Yeah, that's terrifying, I regret everyhting. Is it too late to pretend we never met?"

His shoulders shake with laughter, and he bumps you gently.

"What did he say, Scorch?"

You look at him again, pained expression reigning over your features. It's cute, that you have this much of a hard time selling someone out. Loyal, he remembers. To Bradshaw, he remembers and cringes.

"Keep this between us?"

"I had a dream where you said that, once." Twice, three, four, countless times. You take advantage of your new height to push the back of his head, smiling. It's a pretty sight. "I might tell Javy, can't promise not to, but I'll make sure he doesn't tell anyone."

"Whatever. He was, or is worried. That you have a game plan, or something. And whatever it is, is the reason why you got close to me recently. Basically, he wants to know what your intentions are."

You speak slowly and laugh at the end, uncomfortable and awkward. You're right, it does feel wrong to talk about this.

Bradshaw has no fucking idea what his intentions are. But he can imagine what he thinks they might be. A hypocrite, since he has done it to so many girls before.

The minute you tell him, you recognize it as a possible mistake. It'll change things. Question is, which way?

It's definitely a bad thing for Bradley to say. He's accusing his fellow aviator of being slimy, treacherous, untrustworthy. Things that have been said about Seresin before by others, a lot of times to his face, but as far as you know this is the first time it comes from someone this close, someone who is part of a tight-knit team with him, bickering and gossiping to someone who was also close.

"Okay, I can see the cogs turning in your head. Look, you are diametrically opposed personalities. Of course he has a hard time trusting you."

"Please, Scorcher, it's not about trust. It's about you, he thinks I want to take advantage of you. He's insulting both of us in the same breath, or do you not think that it's a bit infantilizing, to you?"

You surprise him with a smile. You can appreciate Jake's concern for you during his rant.

"I do. And I already gave him a piece of my mind for it, he apologized profusely. You would've loved it, I'm sure."

"Probably. Still, if he thinks he can just-" He relaxes when you whisper his name. It's not a warning, it's a plea. Let go. Just one thing, he can't help. "Okay, so you believed him, then? Otherwise, why did you grill me a few minutes ago, basically with his words, I'm assuming?"

The soles of your feet are fully planted back on the floor. You take a second before looking at him again.

"No, not initially. If I did, I wouldn't have gotten mad at him. But, you said something specific there, and it weirded me out. I'm sorry."

"It wouldn't have weirded you out if you just trusted me."

Instantly, you step away from him and he regrets the acidity in his voice.

"Jake, we never even talked before this week. It's only fair-"

"That you take Bradley's word on it? Remind me to congratulate him on how well he brainwashed you, just like every other girl who waltzes around here." He knows he's being unreasonable, but it's too late. You don't give him anything yet, waiting for him to apologize. "I'm just saying, you didn't look too mad at him tonight."

Heat comes to his cheeks as he remembers your fingers laced with the other pilot's.

"No, what are you actually saying?"

He shouldn't. But of course it bothers him, and he needs to scratch that itch.

"C'mon, you don't think he's a little too territorial of you? He didn't even flinch when Trace went off with that guy earlier. But he needs to have a whole conversation with you. To warn you. Of the big bad guy. If he was so concerned, he would've talked to me! Not try to push you away from me, that's manipulative as fuck, please tell me you see that?"

"I don't think he meant it like that."

You're smaller, hugging your sides, but still defiant.

"Scorcher, he likes you."

All the wind is knocked out of you. How can one brilliant man be so daft?

(In all honesty, last summer, during one of your many barbecues with Mav, Penny and Bradley, the latter had said something. If you never find someone, I can be the guy. You had laughed, and then apologized when you noticed he was serious. A long conversation that could've been summarized by simply saying it isn't like that between us. He had agreed. Ever since, you're certain his admiration of you had grown into feelings of companionship, more than anything else. But neither of you had discussed it again. Regardless, he had confessed it to you, and so you feel the need to stick up for him, pay him back for being so trusting and honest.)

A scoff, and you walk right up to him, arms still crossed over your chest.

"Are you sure you're not projecting, Hangman?" He is furiously biting his tongue so you can enlighten him. "Scheming, stabbing in the back, manipulating. That's sort of your thing. Maybe you just don't like the sour taste of your own medicine."

Your lips are parted, a sliver of drool connecting from them, just barely.

Both of his hands come up to your face, thumb ghosting over the bottom lip, jolting when he feels your shudder.

He looks upset. Discouraged.

"You didn't deny it."

Eyelids screw shut for a second, before you laugh again and abruptly cut all physical contact with him.

"What does it matter? Truly."

It matters that he can't do this, compete with Bradshaw. He's lost a few times. He's the step-in, he knows.

It's stupid, but...he wants you to look at him with the same eyes people look at the enviable Bradley. Defend me.

He doesn't care if he takes this too far for a friend.

"Hey, I get it. He's the one you take home to the family. Enjoy."

You don't think he hears the constrained way you laugh. What family?

He's halfway up the deck when you stop him again. Your nails dig into his tanned skin. A weird sensation to hear his name strained in your voice. Bad, he hates it.

"You don't get anything, Seresin. And you didn't ask me. Doesn't it matter?" You punch him in the chest, not your full force but it's meaningful. "That I'm not in love with him."

I'm not in love with Rooster. It's not Rooster. Please.

There's no air coming in or out of you. Your eyes sting, and your hands are sweaty. Please.

If he was only listening, he would've guessed you were on the verge of tears. Now that he's looking down at you, he sees that you're angry, undoubted and unmistakenly.

The answer is no. As long as you put Bradshaw first, it doesn't really matter who you are or aren't in love with.

Didn't he say like, instead of love?

His head hurts.

"I need a beer."

Your body demands you put some distance between you, disappointed in his response, watching as he pulls the door open.

God, you're an idiot.

"Asshole!"

"You already knew that, my dear."

And he walks back inside, not minding the way he bumps both Phoenix and Rooster.

Not until he notices the latter walking outside to make you company. Natasha gets a weird look on her face. Whatever, not his business. He'll find something, or someone else to take up his attention too.

The smell of the beach suddenly makes you terribly nauseous, and you have to ground yourself quietly, struggling not to follow Jake and apologize. For what? What is happening to you?

A shadow catches your eye and Rooster leans next to you.

"What did you do to him? He did a whole power walk just now, nearly took me and Phoenix with him."

"Why should I know? You think I have that much power over him?"

"I don't know, maybe you do."

Your eyes meet, face contorted in complete disbelief and both of you break into laughter. You let your head fall back on his shoulder, taking advantage of his bent posture.

It's a peaceful moment.

"It smells especially horrible out here tonight."

"I know, right? I think I need another drink."

"C'mon, I got you."

Bradley is a touchy guy, and his warmth is always welcome. Most of the squad sent you suggestive looks when you kept close at the bar, in one way or another. But you only had to tell them once that if you wanted Rooster, you would've had him already, and they never joked about it again. Of course, he didn't hear you say it.

Jake had. That was important.

You wonder if he remembers it, because when you walk in with your fellow pilot glued to your back, hands on your hips guiding you towards Penny, his eyes snap away from a pretty blonde and flicker between the two of you.

He chuckles, and returns to the girl.

It seems like you won't need to cut this friendship off, he's doing it for you.

Instead of Rooster's suggestion of more shots, you ask for water.

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Saturday Nights (Top Gun: Maverick: Jake Seresin)

summary: female reader (she/her) x jake “hangman” seresin Weekend nights in Fightertown, USA were exactly as you imagined them. After moving across the country for school, Y/N can’t help but feel giddy at the idea of spending weekends at the local bar, being hit on by hot military men that make her week of classes and hard work all worth it.

notes/warnings: (18+ to be safe, Minors DNI) age-gap, heavy flirting between jake x reader, semi-established relationship, mentions of alcohol

word count: 970

The Hard Deck was buzzing with the usual Saturday night crowd as you and your friends worked your way towards the bar.

After a long week of boring lectures, mindless discussion posts, and a relentlessly tiring research paper, letting loose and knocking drinks back were the only things on your agenda…besides seeing him of course.

A few of his teammates were already here.

“Bradley,” you greeted, giving him a light side hug as you moved next to where he stood at the bar.

“Y/N, finally! If I had to hear Hangman complain about how ‘she should be here by now’ one more time I think I was going to go insane.”

“Y/N, what can I get you?” you heard Penny ask.

“A corona if you got it, or a vodka redbull”

“One corona coming right up,” Penny responded as she moved around the bar.

“Didn’t take you for a beer girl, let alone vodka redbull” Rooster spoke up.

“Coronas only, not any of that cheap bud light shit,” you stated jokingly.

“I’ll have you know, bud light got me through my first two years at the Naval Academy. We don’t have all those fruity little seltzers you kids have now” Rooster stated.

You gave him a fake incredulous look, hand coming up to your chest in offense as you repeated the word kid to him.

“Rooster, you better not be messing with my girl,” you heard his voice call out.

His girl?

While you liked the way it sounded you can’t help the confusion that crosses your mind.

You and Jake had never really defined your relationship. You were here for school, and he was at Top Gun until the Navy decided he wasn’t.

Besides some flirting here and there and him buying your drinks every Saturday, you weren’t sure there was much going on between you. But for now, you weren’t too focused on figuring it out.

“Heard you’ve been missing me?” you teased as Jake came to rest by your side, his arm reaching behind you to lean on the bar.

“You have no idea darlin’, how’s your week been?”

“Ugh, so stressful! I just got done writing a research paper and I think my brain is fogged from how long I spent staring at my computer screen, you?”

“It just got a whole lot better now that you’re here,” Jake replied, his signature smirk gracing his face as he looked you over.

“I’m sure,” you teased back.

Grabbing your bottle from the bar top with the hand that reached behind your back, Jake intertwined your fingers with his other hand as he led you back to the pool tables where the rest of the group was interacting.

“Y/N, grab a partner. You’re playing against Coyote and I” your friend stated as you approached the group.

You gave her a knowing look; she had been trying to talk to Coyote since you first started coming to the Hard Deck at the beginning of the semester.

Grabbing your beer from Jake’s hands you gave him a teasing look before speaking up.

“You heard her Lieutenant, I need a partner” you backed away, dropping his hand as you went to pick up a pool stick.

“Gladly” he stated, following you to the other side of the table.

You let Hangman do the honors of racking the balls and breaking, sinking two striped balls in the process.

Coyote was next to go, making one pocket before it was your turn.

You scanned the table quickly, bending over to line up your shot before you felt someone press into you from behind, hands firm on your waist. Before you could respond you felt his breath ghost over the shell of your ear.

“Right into that far left pocket, you got it darlin’.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat that formed after your breath hitched, only response you could suffice was a slow nodding of your head. You were too worried that your voice would betray you.

He did nothing but chuckle as he stood back up to his previous position, the vibration flooding through your body.

That bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

You were nowhere near inexperienced when it came to casual flirting and hook-ups, but with Jake it was different.

He was nearly ten years older than you and he knew exactly how to treat you, how to talk to you, how to make you squirm, and he absolutely loved it.

Taking a deep breath, you shook all the thoughts from your head as you realigned your shot. You sank the ball in, and the group erupted into cheers. Phoenix clapped the top of you shoulder while Payback and Fanboy lifted their drinks into the air.

You backed up, a wide smile on your face as Jake pulled you into his side, his large hand resting low on your hip.

“That’s my girl,” he called out

 “Thanks for the help Lieutenant,” you teased as you leaned further into him, eyelashes batting as your eyes traveled from his bright green eyes to his lips, biting your own in the process.

His eyes darkened at the sight.

“Behave,” he muttered, just loud enough for you to hear.

“No promises, sir” you responded, walking to the other side of the table to pull your friend into a hug as you gossiped about your interactions with the pilots.

The rest of the night Jake spent his time letting his hands roam over whatever part of your body he could touch.

As you stood between his legs where he rested on a bar stool, his hands would move from your hips to your waist as he moved you to face him in his grasp, hands sinking to cup your ass.

“Seems like I’m not the only one who needs to behave, sir,” you teased.

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