#top gun maverick series

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Code Baby- J. Seresin

➣pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x shy!wife

➣word count: 4k ➣warnings: child birth, mentions of a miscarriage, Rooster being a total himbo, cursing. ➣synopsis: Elliot Lewis Seresin has decided to take his sweet time coming into the world. But then he realizes he's Hangman's son, and finds the need for speed early. ➣Opposites Attract Masterlist || Masterlist

It was literally going to be anyday. The little boy in her belly was running out of room, and driving his mother crazy. Y/N had always carried right to term with her older two babies. Ella and Alex had been punctual, showing up on their due date. But for some reason, Baby Boy Seresin decided he didn’t want to come on his due date. He was comfortable right where he was, sitting high up in his mother’s belly. Y/N had let out a curse when she went to her 39 week doctor's appointment, and Dr. Carpenter had told her that her baby was yet to drop. 

Jake’s mother, Jolene, had told Y/N this is exactly what happened when she was pregnant with Jake. Jake was her third baby too, and for some reason, the most stubborn one. He had decided to stay tucked away inside her womb for two whole weeks, and Jolene had to be induced, and even then, Hangman still took his time. Y/N found it comical that Jake was so late, because he had a thing against being late to anything. 

“I am tired of this!” Y/N groaned, as she sat down on the couch, “God, can you speed it up please, you’re past your eviction,” She poked at her belly, receiving a nudge in response. She was, just like Jolene was with Jake, two weeks overdue, and growing impatient by the day. Doctor Carpenter said that if Baby Boy didn’t come by the end of the week, then they would be inducing her on monday. The only good thing was that she wasn’t pregnant in the summer. It was February now, and the wilted roses Jake had gotten her for Valentine’s day were still sitting on the counter. 

“At least it’s not hot out,” Jake said, walking down the hallway, and placing a kiss on her forehead, “I gotta head back to work. Elles is napping.” 

“Thank you for stopping by during lunch,” She said, and tried pushing herself up from the couch, which was a lot harder now with her belly in the way. She let out a huff of air and Jake smiled, helping her up from the couch, “And thank you for helping me get off the couch.” 

“Anything for you, sweets,” Jake kissed her lips, “Phoenix said she’ll be by this afternoon to pick Ella up for dance, Rooster and Bob are gonna get Alex from school. I got a late hop this afternoon.” 

As much as Jake had grumbled about, he loved the fact that his kids were in dance. Jake had done dance as a child, and he swears that it helped with his agility as an athlete and now as an aviator. And, his kids were pretty good at it, which made it even more fun to have them enrolled. Y/N usually took them to dance, and Jake picked them up. But with her being about ready to pop, the other members of the Dagger Squad had volunteered to take the kids. Y/N waddled behind her husband, walking him to the door. 

“Bye,” Jake said, and kissed her again. He then squatted down to be eye level with her bump, “Bye to you too, better not show up while I’m at work.” 

“Doubtful,” Y/N rolled her eyes and rubbed her belly, “If the sex and spicy food didn’t kick start his eviction, I don’t think sitting on the couch watching Supernatural reruns will either.” 

“You never know,” Jake shrugged and stood back up. He kissed his wife one more time, before reluctantly heading for his truck. Jake had gotten a new truck when Y/N said she was pregnant with baby number three. The truck had basically become Jake’s third child, with the amount of time and care he put into it. Y/N waved at her husband as he pulled out of the driveway, and once his truck disappeared down the street, she walked back inside, and back down on the couch. 

The rest of her afternoon went fairly smoothly. Ella napped for about an hour and was ready to bake cookies for the Dagger Squad when she woke up. If you thought Y/N Seresin was impatient, you clearly haven't met Ella Monica Seresin. Ella was excited to be a big sister, and was taking the role of  it well. Jake and Y/N had been a bit nervous, knowing the bad rap that middle children got. But Ella was a good sister, and got along well with Alex, and was head over heels in love with the idea of having a little brother to dress up and play tea party with. 

“How much longer until Baby is here?” Ella asked as Y/N helped her get in her tights and leotard for dance. 

“He’ll be here soon, Elles,” Y/N said, and helped put her tutu on the little girl, “You’re gonna help me with him right?” 

“Of course! He’s my baby too!” Ella smiled, and ran out of the room. 

Y/N sighed as she leaned back in the rocking chair, and took a deep breath as she felt another jolt of pain through her body. She had been feeling some contractions for the better part of the past month. But Doctor Carpenter only said she was a centimeter dilated at her appointment last week. She groaned as she felt her stomach tighten, and closed her eyes. Ella came running back in, and stopped in the doorway sensing something was wrong. Ella was smart like her dad, and could tell when something was off even though she didn’t really understand it. 

“Mommy? What’s wrong?” Ella asked, and slowly made her way to her mom’s side. 

“Nothing baby,” Y/N smiled, and ran her hand over Ella’s cheek, “Just your brother is moving around. Probably so he can get ready to come and meet you soon.”

Ella smiled, and laid her cheek on Y/N’s belly. Y/N ran her hand over her blonde locks of hair as the doorbell rang. Ella perked her head up and went sprinting down the hallway. Y/N pushed herself up from the rocking chair, pausing as she felt a wave of pain ripple through her back. She carefully got up on her shaky feet, and walked down the hallway, keeping one hand on the wall, and one on her belly. 

“That’s so cool-” Phoenix’s words were cut off as Y/N walked into the living room, “Ella, why don’t you go wait outside with Uncle Bob.” Ella nodded and went running off, as Y/N finally made it to the couch, “Is it contractions? Do I need to call Jake?” 

“No, not contractions,” Y/N said, brushing her off, “Not even close yet. He was still sitting up too high three days ago.” 

“Yeah well, he looks like he’s dropped now,” Phoenix said, as Rooster walked through the door, a look of concern on his face. 

“Ella said something is wrong,” Rooster said. 

“Nothing is wrong! Can you just. . .” Y/N took a deep breath as another contraction rippled through her body, “Phoenix, can you take the kids to dance, please.” Phoenix and Rooster shared a look, but they both knew better than to argue with Y/N. Phoenix nodded and got up off the couch. 

“She starts going into labor or her contractions get closer, you call Jake and then me,” Phoenix said and Rooster nodded. 

Bob walked into the house as Phoenix walked out, and his eyes widened. He had grown up on a farm, he knew a laboring mom when he saw one. He opened his mouth to say something, but Y/N shot him a death glare that made the back of his neck turn red. Instead, he walked over to the couch and sat down next to her, grabbing her arm and looking at the watch on her wrist. He counted the seconds until she released a slow breath. 

“Thirty seconds?” Bob asked, and Y/N nodded. 

“Every fifteen minutes or so. This isn’t labor, so shut up,” Y/N demanded and Bob nodded, “When is Jake off?” 

“Not sure,” Rooster said, “They wanted to get some night training in. My guess is maybe nineteen hundred.” Y/N looked at the clock and saw that it was only 4 in the afternoon. It would be another three hours until Jake was home with the kids. She groaned and leaned back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. 

The moment of bliss didn’t last long. It was about an hour after Bob and Rooster had arrived that Y/N’s contractions had gotten worse, and closer together. Rooster looked on the verge of a breakdown as Bob added counterpressure to Y/N’s back as she stood at the counter trying to make dinner. 

“I think we need to go to the hospital,” Rooster said. 

“No!” Y/N said, and took in a short breath, “I’m fine.” She sniffled and stood up straighter, pushing Bob’s hands away as she walked back over to the vegetables she was cutting. Rooster shot Bob a look of complete helplessness. Bob knew that Y/N would go to the hospital when she felt ready to. She had two babies before this and knew what labor was like. If she felt more comfortable at home for a while, then she was going to stay at home. They would have to take her when she made up her mind. 

“You heard her,” Bob shrugged and went back to helping her cut veggies. 

“You two,” Rooster pointed between the two of them, “Are insane.” 

Y/N and Bob laughed at Rooster, as he finally sat down in a chair instead of pacing a hole into her kitchen floor. Bob kept an eye on Y/N, timing how long her contractions lasted and the break in between them. Bob was a little nervous, but he tried to keep his nerves at bay, and did what he could to help Y/N through them. Everything seemed fine, as the three of them carried on a conversation about Rooster’s failing love life with Phoenix’s sister, Dragon. Every so often Rooster would pause and get that jolt in his bones as Y/N would grasp on to the counter as he belly tightened with a contraction. It all seemed to be fine. . .until she felt her water break. 

“Oh okay, listen, we’re going now,” Rooster said, standing up from his chair, and going to her side. She grabbed onto his arm, feeling dizzy from the onset of sudden pain. She looked up at Bob, and he looked like a deer in the headlights. His calm flyboy demeanor went out the window when he realized that look on her face. 

“We’re not gonna make it,” Bob said. 

“The fuck you mean ‘we’re not gonna make it’” Rooster said mocking Bob’s accent. 

“Hey! Not nice,” Y/N said. 

“Sorry Floyd,” Rooster said. 

“I mean, she’s not gonna make it to the hospital. Rooster, get her to the bedroom. Y/N, where are your towels?” Bob asked, moving quickly down the hallway.  

“Last closet on the right!” Y/N called out, and pushed herself away from Rooster, who was trying to comprehend what he was just told. 

“Oh my god, you mean it literally,” Rooster moved, and offered his arm to Y/N. He slowly lowered her down to the bedroom floor. Bob came in with towels and started spreading them around as Y/N tried breathing through contractions. The rush through her body let her know that Baby Boy Seresin had made up his mind, and he suddenly had the need for speed. 

“Oh my god!” She cursed, as she felt her baby drop. Rooster felt like he was going to pass out or throw up, or both, “Oh it hurts!” 

“You sure we can’t get to the-” 

“No time!” Y/N gritted out, cutting Rooster off. 

“Call 9-1-1, and then Jake,” Bob said, as he got down on the floor in front of Y/N, “Are you okay with this? We can wait.” 

“No! Bob, I need to push!” Y/N groaned, “Better you than Birdboy.” 

“The miracle of life is not for everyone, Y/N!” Bradley yelled, as he looked up from calling the paramedics. He put the phone on speaker as it rang and set it down next to Bob, “You know what you’re doing?” 

“I delivered cows before,” Bob said. 

“Did you just compare me to a fucking cow, Floyd!” 

“I-” 

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” Bob was saved by the operator answering. 

“My friend is having a baby,” Bob said, as calmly as he could. He remembered from the times he did deliver cows, that you being nervous didn’t help the mom at all. 

“What’s your name sir, and is she crowning?” Bob looked up at Y/N, and she nodded at him to remove the shorts she wore. 

“My name is Bob, and yeah, she is.” 

Rooster gagged at the sight in front of him, “Oh god, that’s not normal.” 

“Rooster, fuck off,” Y/N groaned feeling the overwhelming urge to push, “I need to push!” 

“That’s good,” The operator said, “One that next contraction I want you to push, okay!” 

“Okay,” Y/N said as she tried to sit up a bit, “Rooster, get behind me.”

“Y/N, please don’t make me,” Rooster whined, but if looks could kill, Rooster would be dead on sight. In this moment, Bradley Bradshaw was more scared of shy, quiet Y/N Seresin than he had ever been in his whole Naval career, and he had barely survived the Uranium Mission. Bradley gulped and moved to sit behind her, having her back against his chest. 

“Fuck! Okay, I’m pushing!” Y/N cried out, as she bore down, gripping onto Rooster’s hands tightly as she pushed. Bob did his best to encourage her, while Rooster closed his eyes at the pain of her grip. He didn’t know how she got so strong. 

“What do you see, Bob?” The operator asked. 

“His head,” Bob said, “N-no cord, that’s good right?” 

“That is!” The operator said, and Bob smiled, “Since there is no cord, momma just needs to keep pushing until the baby’s head is born.” 

“Come on, Y/N, push!” Bob said, as he watched the woman’s face contort in pain as she pushed. Bob’s blue eyes were wide with fear and wonder as he watched her. He had seen the miracle of birth before, but this was a whole nother level, “Okay! Head’s out.” 

“Gross,” Rooster gagged. 

“Okay, that was the hardest part,” The operator said, “Ambulance is fifteen minutes out, but this next part will go quickly. Bob, you need to support the baby’s head and position them upwards. Do you have a shirt, or towel to help you catch them?” 

“Yeah, I have a towel!” Bob said, and grabbed a spare towel from the side of him, and draped it over his arms. 

“Next contraction, I need momma to give it her all, okay?” 

“I’m fucking trying!” Y/N cursed. Rooster grabbed a cloth and wiped the sweat from her forehead, “Fucking Christ!” This was probably the most either man had heard Y/N curse, but neither one blamed her. 

Bob did what the operator told him, angling the baby upward as Y/N pushed with all the strength she had. Y/N could feel the searing pain in her body and then the relief as Baby Boy Seresin left her body. She gasped and leaned back against Rooster, who’s brown eyes were wet with tears as he looked at the newborn in Bob’s arms. 

“Bob, you need to clear out their nose and mouth airway,” The operator said, and Bob nodded, grabbing the bulb syringe he had found in the nursery. He did as directed, “You need to get him to cry.”

“Come on,” Bob said, as he rubbed the baby’s back, “Come on!” 

“Why isn’t he crying!?” Y/N called out, “Bob! What’s wrong?” 

“He’s just. . .” Bob kept rubbing the baby’s back, trying to get him to cry. He could hear Rooster, Y/N and the operator calling to him, asking him the same question: why isn’t he crying. Bob felt his heart beat in his ears as he repeated for Baby Boy Seresin to cry. The second that cry broke, Bob sighed in relief, “Stubborn.” 

“Oh my god,” Y/N said, and leaned back. Bob handed Y/N her baby, placing him on her chest. She rubbed his back gently as he cried, “Hi, buddy. You’re not supposed to be here, but we’re happy you’re here.” 

“Paramedics!” 

— — — 

Jake smiled as he walked into the locker room after his hop. He had successfully shot down the top two pilots in his current class. Jake loved being an instructor. He said it was as rewarding as being a father. Opening his locker, he was met with the various pictures of his family, and it made his heart swell with pride. He grabbed his phone, turned it on and sat down on the bench. He was one of the few who didn’t take his phone up with him or into the classroom. He said it distracts him. But now, he was wishing he took it. Jake stood up quickly, reading the messages, and felt his heart beating out of his chest. He didn’t even grab his bag as he ran out of the locker room. 

“Seresin!” Admiral Bates yelled as the blonde pilot ran into him as he left the locker room. 

“S-sorry!” Jake yelled as he ran down the hallway towards the doors. He quickly dialed Rooster’s number as he jumped into the truck, turning it on quickly and pulling out of the parking lot. 

“Hello?” Rooster answered. 

“The fuck you mean she had the baby!?” 

“Oh like, Bob is holding your son right now.” 

“And no one thought to fucking get me?! Where are you?” 

“Memorial Hospital. And we were kinda busy with the fact that your wife had him on your bedroom floor.” 

“She fucking what?” 

“Is that Jake?” He could hear Y/N’s voice from the other side, “Hang up and tell him I’ll fill him in when he gets here.” 

“Rooster, don’t you fucking hang-” Jake’s threat was cut off by the end tone of the call, “Fucking dammit.” 

Jake probably broke every traffic law as he got to the hospital in record time. Rooster was in the waiting room with Alex and Ella, the two little Seresins running over to their dad as he walked in. Jake looked a mess, a layer of sweat covering his body. He had tried to calm his nerves, but he wasn’t sure what the status of his wife and newborn were. He assumed because she was telling Rooster to hang up, that she was okay. Rooster didn’t say much as he walked Jake down to Y/N’s room other than the fact he is surprised he didn’t pass out. 

“But you should’ve seen Bob, he was amazing!” Rooster said, as he opened the door to the room. Y/N turned her head from the WSO who was sitting in the rocking chair next to her, and smiled at her husband. 

“Hey,” She said, and Jake looked exhausted, “You kinda missed a lot.” 

“I see that,” Jake sighed, as he set his daughter down, and walked over to his wife. He kissed her and caressed her cheek, “You okay?” 

“I’m fine. Little sore, a little traumatized, but I’ll survive.” 

“I might not!” Rooster said from the doorway. Y/N gave her kids a look and then a nod. 

“Attack Uncle Birdy!” Ella said, and turned around shoving Rooster out of the door, with Alex doing the same. Rooster laughed as they pushed him out, and he picked them both up in his strong arms and carried them down the hall to the waiting room. 

“So that’s him,” Jake said, looking over at the newborn in Bob’s arms, “You delivered my son, Floyd?” 

“I did, Bagman,” Bob said, and looked up from the baby. He gave Y/N and Jake a little half smile, before looking back down at the baby. Bob was amazed at the tiny human in his arms. He had never held a baby before. He was always too scared to hold Ella when she was younger (she was also really squirmy so it didn’t help), but Baby Boy Seresin was sleeping peacefully in his Uncle Bob’s arms. Jake walked over to the other side, and looked over the WSO’s shoulder at his son. 

“Here, you should hold him,” Bob said, and handed the baby to Jake, “I’ve had my fair share.” 

“You’re welcome to hold him anytime you want, Bob,” Y/N said as Jake sat down next to her, “We have you to thank for getting him here safely.” Bob blushed and scratched at the back of his neck. Y/N and Jake shared a look, an unspoken agreement, “Would you be Elliot’s godfather?” 

“You really mean that?” Bob asked, his eyes filling with tears, “I mean, you don’t have to because I helped deliver him. Any of us would’ve done it. Maybe not Bradshaw because he looked close to death.” 

“We mean it,” Jake said, “You gotta make sure he gets into UT.” 

“Or Yale,” Y/N said, and Jake rolled his eyes. 

“Being a longhorn is cooler,” Jake whispered to his son, and kissed his forehead. 

“I can do that,” Bob nodded and smiled, “Thank you. I promise, I won’t let you down.” 

“We know,” Y/N said and let out a yawn, “Now get out of here, go have a drink for me. I know you need it.” 

“Yeah,” Bob said, “Gotta call my mom and tell her.” 

Y/N giggled as Bob left the room, leaving the three of them alone. It felt like when she had Alex all over again. Just the three of them cuddled on the bed together. They both looked over the features of their beautiful boy. Eli already had Jake’s beautiful green eyes, just like his siblings. Y/N and Jake had determined that Eli was probably going to be like Jake, stubborn and hardheaded, but now that he was here in their arms, they were seeing how he was like his mother. 

“This is our last baby,” Y/N said, sadly, “Our rainbow baby.” 

“You really want this to end?” Jake asked her. 

“See, if you asked me during labor, I would’ve said yes,” Y/N laughed, “But I’m not sure now. This is our last newborn phase. I’m not sure if I am one hundred percent sure to be done with it yet, but knowing how hard it was to get to this point. . . I might be okay with it.” 

Jake lifted his baby to his nose, and took in a sniff of his scent, “God, I’ll miss the way they smell when they are babies. Ella always smells like jet fuel and worms.” 

“Hey!” Y/N laughed, hitting her husband’s shoulder gently, “She’s like her handsome father, adventurous.” 

“And Alex is like his beautiful mother, a kind soul,” Jake said, and kissed his wife, “And who will you be like, mister Elliot Lewis Seresin?”

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Pretty Like A Devil

Divider by @firefly-in-darkness

Part 1: A Drastic Change

California was a far stretch from the blistering winters of New Hampshire. The sun and sand was a distinct contrast to the polar chill that blasted the state, and your home town, last year.

You could have blamed the cold exclusively for your move, if you had kept the sordid truth of your failed engagement to yourself.

Unfortunately the gossip vine of your small town had revealed the half-truth of your broken relationship—while wholly leaving out the kind of person your fiancé was behind closed doors. Truly, you should have considered this some kind of good will circumstance. You were out, out of your ex’s life and away from his palpable jealousy and anger.

What should’ve been a victorious break, had left you feeling poisoned.

Yet you were the one who felt like they’d been stabbed with an iron dagger, twisted to mar your flesh and bone. You felt as if you were the one who was scaldingly afflicted by the loss of someone who wasn’t even good for you.

Your ex, Brett Peters, had been the man you were going to marry. He was supposed to be the man you would’ve wanted to settle down with because you loved him. You were engaged, you should’ve been happy with the man since you were willing to hitch your ass to his.

However your happiness was an illusion you put on for your family and his—a mask to hide the dire emptiness you felt anytime Brett raised his voice. You were a woman who was left feeling empty and lonesome, broken by the man who was supposed to love you.

That anguished seed was planted long before you ever caught him cheating—long before you were suspicious. Maybe you had been settling, maybe you were just looking for someone to care for you.

Settling for someone who wasn’t worth your energy yet still felt like he owned you. He made you feel as if he was doing you a favour by keeping you with him. Brett had made it clear, or tried to, that even the worst of his behaviour was good for you.

Before you caught him physically cheating, you caught him talking to other women. It didn’t always have to be over text but you had caught him exchanging messages. Other instances you would go out to dinner, or out to some clubs he and his friends wanted to go to. You would catch your fiancé hitting on other women, lying to them that you were engaged.

Still you couldn’t leave.

And then when you physically caught him cheating, you had come home early from work after not feeling good. You walked into your bedroom and saw your fiancé ploughing another woman from behind. He didn’t know you were there, neither did, and you were frozen in place listening to your ex grunting like an animal.

You should have been glad to get out, happy to have the relationship broken. But your heart broke, and you foolishly allowed yourself to think it was your fault. You allowed your ex to convince you that he had to cheat because of you.

You nagged him, you wouldn’t give him what he wanted when he wanted. You were too much, you weren’t enough. Your ex had to cheat because he had a high sex drive and you were busy at work.

It always boiled down to being your fault, nothing was ever caused by his own hand. In your fragile emotional state you believed him.

You believed you weren’t good enough, you believed that Brett was right and that he was the best you could do. He had worn you down like a piece of wood he whittled, into accepting all the bullshit he spoke as cold hard facts.

You felt like a shell of a person and you would’ve cratered if it wasn’t for Vida…

Your best friend Vida was your lifeline. She had promised you that everything would be okay. She promised you that no matter where in the world she lived, her and her fiancé Rooster would be there for you.

You didn’t think you would ever have to take her up on her offer. With your broken relationship, you wanted a change and you turned to Vida. Your childhood best friend didn’t waste a moment, not a damn second, in offering you to head to California. She had offered for you to stay with her and Rooster, a place they had off base, while he was there teaching.

”The California sun is amazing. It’ll do wonders for you!” Vida’s over excitement was natural and poignant, but under the chipper beat was worry.

”It’s a far cry from New Hampshire winters.” Your body’s natural ability to heal yourself had stopped when it came to the emotional gaping wounds of your heart. Whether he was a bastard or not, you were still planning on marrying him.

”And you have to go to Rooster’s favourite bar. Lots of fun there, lots of hot pilots.” She grinned and nudged you, attempting to bring you out of your shell and return you to the person you were before.

Vida and Rooster were incredible together. Vida and Rooster were the kind of couple that made you want to believe in soulmates. And though you’d never really met Rooster in person, you’d seen him enough through video calls with Vida to know he was exactly her type.

The plan was to meet him at the favourite hotspot after Vida picked you up. Your gratefulness didn’t wait until she had pulled out of the airport parking lot. You thanked her with great enthusiasm.

Vida saved your sanity, if not part of your life.

”Thanks for letting me stay with you, Vida.” You couldn’t have shown her enough gratitude for giving you an out.

She couldn’t have possibly known how much this had meant to you. No one could have.

”Welcome to California, Y/N. You deserve it.”

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rainfall (part five)

pairings: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x pilot!reader

desc: there was always going to be a final mission. maybe this was yours, maybe it was bradley’s. only time can tell.

warnings: swearing, blood, canon typical injury, alcohol mentions, sex mentions, family loss/death, suicide/depression

a/n: this is technically the second last part☹️ part seven is a little different and might not make you guys love me but .. a writer will do what a writer has to do. sorry for the wait btw, i’ve been suuuper busy.

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it was cold now. your flight suit felt frozen stuck to your body, glued on with the cold sweat running down your back. your head hurt, ringing in your ears being something you had to constantly push away.

bradley sat in the same silence with you, heavy breathing being a tell that he was stressed; you’d been in this room for hours. what felt like days, really. you were waiting for the news about pheonix and bob.

in the silence, you swore you could hear his heart beat. you could hear the thrum of the air around him, hear the blood rushing through his veins. it was something you’d never admit; that even with two of your teammates in hospital, all you could think about was bradley.

it was two days away from his dads anniversary. god - how long would it be? twenty years? twenty two? you didn’t keep count. the only measurement for you was bradley getting older, becoming one of the world’s best pilots, and his dad wasn’t there to see it.

god, if you could swap places with goose, let yourself die for him to see his son grow, you would. you would do it a hundred times over.

you never met goose, but from the stories carole had told you over dinner and the tales from the older pilots, you felt like you knew him a little bit. carole always told you that she saw goose in bradley, in everything he did.

and from what you’d heard, he was his father’s son.

a door opening broke your thoughts, you and bradley turning in unison.

“pheonix broke her arm,” maverick started, closing the door behind him. “bob’s only god a few scratches.”

you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. but then it came to you - fuck, pheonix couldn’t fly with a broken arm. fuck.

“i’ve never lost a wingman,” bradley mumbled, not meeting mavericks eye.

“fly for long enough, it happens.” maverick replied.

that seemed to tip bradley over the edge, him taking the few steps forward to where maverick was stood, only a few centimetres between them.

“why did you pull my papers?” he almost yelled.

you knew the question was coming, really, how long could he avoid it for? maverick had to be held accountable at some point.

“you weren’t ready,” maverick answered, not sounding like he was sure in his answer. “you just- you weren’t ready, bradley.”

“and that was your fucking call to make!?” bradley was fully yelling now.

“look, bradley-”

“you set my career back by four fucking years!”

hanging your head, you looked down at the floor below you and leant against the nearest wall, back pressing against the concrete. this was not your argument to get involved in.

“bradley, you need to believe in me! i know why i did it, alright?” maverick raised his hands in defence.

a beat.

“my dad believed in you,” you snapped your head up at the mention of goose. “i’m not gonna make thay same mistake.”

maverick’s mouth hung slightly open. another beat. he looked like he was ready to say something, when a knock interrupted him.

“maverick?” a voice came from the door.

he turned, giving bradley one last, hurt look before he walked out of the door. you could see his shadow from behind the blurred glass, someone seemed to be breaking news to him.

“fuckin’ hate him.” bradley mumbled, kicking a nearby chair.

your head turned first, eyes still invested in whatever maverick was being told. “yeah, i don’t blame you.”

“god, i wish it was him that died instead of my dad.”

the sentence took you by surprise - sure, bradley had made some pretty snide comments about maverick before, but nothing quite as harsh as that.

did you blame him? no. it was two days until his dads anniversary, after all.

-

tom “iceman” kazansky was a man you’d came across many times. when you entered the naval academy, a massive picture of him greeted you at the door. at the base in fightertown, another massive picture of him.

you looked at the picture of him, the exact same one. it didn’t have the plaque underneath it this time, though. just propped up on a stand, in front of the coffin.

the coffin. god, you couldn’t believe iceman was gone. he was a good pilot, an even better man.

funerals were not your favourite thing; not just because you had to keep your back straight, chin up, wearing that ridiculous hat, no. you hated funerals because all it did was reinforce your fear.

you were afraid to die.

not of death, you were actually quite curious as to where you go after life. but it was dying that scared you, being gone from the face of the earth, like you never even existed.

the question kept you up at night, one that a teammate had asked you years ago after a bad mission;

“rainfall,” they had mumbled, half asleep on the carrier.

you’d hummed a reply, staring at the ceiling.

“if it was you that died today,” they said. “do you think anyone would mourn you?”

and that was the question that had plagued you for the last god knows how many years. would anyone mourn you?

your parents were both dead, you didn’t have any siblings, any immediate family. all your friends were from work, people who were so accustomed to death that they’d easily be able to fly the day after your death.

bradley was the only person who came to mind when you thought of someone mourning you. you were his best friend, surely he’d miss you? if it wasn’t prolonged and expected, surely he would be upset.

but that’s what scared you; a sudden death. dying without completing your bucket list.

and right on the top of your bucket list was, underlined over and over again, circled in ball point pen;

tell bradley you love him.

you didn’t care if it was a deathbed confession. you would not let yourself die, not without knowing that bradley was aware he held the key to your heart. something he’d had since the first time you met, all those years ago.

and that’s what you thought about for the whole funeral. you couldn’t keep your mind off of the subject, it kept creeping back into the forefront of your mind like a parasite.

not even the guns, the trumpet, the chatter of the people around you could break you from your thoughts.

but then another question popped into your head. someone was telling lies yesterday, and you wanted to know why.

making your way through the small crowd, you eyed maverick, who was speaking to mrs. kazansky.

“mrs kazansky,” you smiled at her, giving her a brief hug. “i’m so sorry for your loss, really.”

“thank you, lieutenant.”

“i was wondering if i could steal maverick, just for a few minutes?”

she nodded, “of course.”

bidding her a quick goodbye, you led maverick away from the crowd, somewhere much quieter.

“what’s all this about, rainfall?” he asked, looking around.

“you lied.” you stated.

he furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head slightly. “about what?”

“why you pulled bradley’s papers. it wasn’t because you didn’t think he was ready, was it?”

maverick sighed, bowing his head a little. “rainfall, that’s personal. i can’t tell you shit like that.”

“what?” you shrugged. “i’m not gonna tell bradley. it’s been bugging me, mav. you ruined his career - he could’ve been a captain by now.”

“why do you care?”

“because if you didn’t pull those papers, i never would have met him. i owe you something, but i want to know why you did it.”

maverick bit the inside of his cheek, looking quickly back at the crowd before back to you. “you cannot tell bradley, alright?”

you raised your hand, showing him your three-fingered salute. “scouts honour.”

“you weren’t in the scouts.”

“doesn’t matter.”

maverick laughed a little, looking away for a moment before he met your eyes. “i pulled bradley’s papers because his mom asked me to.”

“wait-” you couldn’t hide your surprise. “carole asked you to stop him joining the navy?”

“she didn’t want him to end up like his dad,” he nodded. “she begged me to stop him from joining.”

“holy shit,” you mumbled. “maverick, you should tell him, he- he hates you, mav. he fucking hates you, ‘cause he thinks you pulled his papers for no reason.”

maverick suddenly looked very serious. “no. rainfall, i will never tell him, and you won’t either.”

“why? maverick, why do you want him to hate you?”

a beat and- oh. oh.

“you want him to hate you so he doesn’t hate carole.” you answered your own question.

“yeah, something like that.”

it had never crossed your mind before, that maybe, just maybe, pete mitchell was a good man. who did things out of selflessness, in other peoples best interest.

you felt a drop of respect for him deep into you.

“is that all you wanted to ask me?” maverick asked.

nodding, you said; “yeah, that’s it. thanks, mav.”

“no, it’s alright.”

you were halfway away from him when he called back to you;

“and don’t you fucking dare tell your boyfriend!”

-

you were beginning to think the people on your team just looked for an excuse to drink. it was fanboy who had suggested it; going to the hard deck after the funeral. everyone else seemed more than happy to be there.

well, almost everyone else.

both you and bradley had barely touched your drinks, only speaking when someone spoke to you. for him, you assumed it was the lingering thought of his father’s anniversary, which was backed up by the countless amounts of times that his eyes flicked back to outside the window, looking out at the ocean.

but for you, it was different. you just had a feeling. a bad feeling, in the pit of your stomach. that kind of feeling that you couldn’t shake, no matter how many times you tried to take your mind off of it.

a feeling that was only made worse by your phone screen lighting up with a call; maverick.

“hey, i’ll just be a second,” you mumbled to bob, who was sitting next to you.

“i’ll watch your drink.” he smiled back.

making your way through the crowd, you pushed open the back door, hot summer air hitting your face as soon as you stepped out.

“hey, mav.” you answered the call, lifting your phone to your ear.

“rainfall, hey,” he sounded breathless. “have you been drinking?”

“um,” you trailed out the syllable. “i’ve had like two drinks, yeah.”

“of what?”

“blue WKD, why do you care?”

“i need a favour,” maverick said, desperation in his voice. “like, a really big favour.”

furrowing your eyebrows, you took a breath. “what is it?”

silence came through the receiver, silence so loud you thought he had hung up on you.

“maverick?” you said, hoping he was still there.

a sigh; “you’re not gonna like it, rainfall.”

you laughed lightly. “how back could it be?”

-

it was worse than bad.

it was absolutely bat shit, off the rails, fucking mental. completely and utterly crazy. you could lose your job for this - fuck, you could be dishonourably discharged. you could lose everything.

and yet, you still said yes.

you said yes, and for the first time since you left the naval academy, your hands were shaking as you got ready to take off. literally - you had to grip your gearstick ten times tighter than normal just so you wouldn’t shake it.

fuck, you were crazy for this one.

“rainfall, you’re cleared for takeoff.” maverick said over the radio.

taking a deep breath, you tried to push the worries to the back of your mind. maverick had explained exactly how you would get out of this, and you trusted him.

you trusted him, right?

feeling yourself be pushed back in your seat, you nodded. you trusted him. as the carrier faded away below you gained more height, you saw maverick take off behind you, following you to the coordinates he had set.

“maverick to controls, requesting route coordination.”

“this is controls, we see you and the request is approved but, uh- you weren’t scheduled for a coordination.”

“i know,” you could almost feel his smirk through the radio. “but i’m gonna do it anyway.”

if only you could have seen the rest of your teams face, thousands of feet away, listening to the radio in complete silence. even hangman had shut up.

“for the record, i’m here with rainfall, who is here completely against her will because i told her if she didn’t do this i would kick her out of the training program. isn’t that right, rainfall?”

“oh, absolutely,” you smirked. “i had no idea this is what we were meant to be doing.”

“alright, what the fuck.” bradley sighed, eyes glued to the board in front of him.

the admiral that had tried to take over from maverick was staring too, face in complete disbelief.

“change the time to one-fifteen, please.” you said, timer changing from four minutes to one minute and fifteen seconds.

“that’s impossible.” fanboy piped up from on the carried, voicing what everyone was thinking.

you imagined someone saying that exact thing, half annoyed that you couldn’t be there to see it. god - it would’ve been so funny to see all their faces, completely shocked that good old rainfall was willing to break the rules.

you wanted to see it so badly that you’d asked pheonix to take pictures of hangman and bradley’s faces when they realised what you were doing. you would frame them, put them front and centre on your mantle.

“alright maverick, i’m in place. how far away are you?” you asked.

“right behind you.” he said, and looking over your shoulder you saw him appear not far behind you.

“ready to begin in three, two, one.. start.”

the timer on your dashboard turned red, ticking down as you instantly sped up, the familiar feeling of g-force pushing down on you at every turn.

this route was almost muscle memory now, you’d done it so often. but this was the quickest you’d ever been asked to do it in, your personal best being one minute and twenty seconds.

but personal bests are made to be broken.

“can’t keep up, old man?” you laughed, seeing maverick slip slightly behind you in the course.

“god, you’re fast.” he mumbled back.

laughing a little, you checked the timer. you were thirty seconds in, and you were more than half way there - in fact, you were almost ready to start the climb up.

“hurry up, maverick. i’m almost there.”

back on the carrier, there was silence in the meeting room. complete quiet, everyone watching the little planes on the board love forward, yours almost at the target. the closer you got, the rowdier your teammates became. a few of them were standing, not able to believe their eyes.

bradley’s hands shook. he knew you were a good pilot, but he couldn’t stop himself from worrying. this was it, he was sure. this was the end of your navy career. how the fuck were you meant to get out of this one?

“alright, mav, i’m getting ready to drop.” you said, the target coming into your view.

“go for it.”

that was all you needed; your missile lock almost instantly catching onto the target, pressing the button as soon as you heard the dial tone.

“bombs away!” you called.

“good, now get ready for that pull up.” maverick responded.

you heard the bang, looking behind you for a moment to check where it had landed.

“bullseye! mav, you’re open to drop!” you yelled.

your teammates in the carrier cheered, almost not believing that this was really happening.

and then came the pull up, the dreaded fucking pull up. you had thirty seconds left to get out of there, and as long as you didn’t faint, everything would be fine.

as long as you didn’t faint.

“getting ready to drop.” was the last thing you heard over the radio before your ears went that familiarly cloudy way.

it was a feeling you didn’t get used to, the light, floaty, thoughtless feeling. it was nice, sure, but a little unsettling.

like your brain had gone completely blank, all trains of thought stopping service. quiet. completely, utterly quiet.

until it wasn’t to quiet.

“bullseye!” maverick yelled, bringing you back out of your trance.

you let yourself go level, having pulled up enough. checking the timer, there was less than fifteen seconds left. that was enough time for maverick to get out, right?

the seconds ticked down so slowly, like they were waiting years before changing. thirteen, twelve, eleven. he had to hurry up. eight, seven, six, five. he was never going to make it.

three, two, one-

“made it!” maverick finally called, coming level with you.

letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in, you swore you could hear the cheers of your teammates below you. they were loud enough that you could hear them from space.

bradley breathed a sigh of relief too, but still felt the tension in his stomach. it was all well and good that you had proved a point, but was it worth losing your job, your everything, over?

you thought about that question as you waiting outside the admirals office. was this worth losing your job over? in the name of proving a fucking point?

god, you hoped maverick had covered your ass with his story.

“come in, lieutenant.” a voice called from behind the door.

taking a deep breath, you pushed it open. it wasn’t like you’d never been yelled at before, of course you had. but this? this was different. you could lose everything.

“admiral.” you saluted, standing completely straight.

“now i don’t know if you’re suicidal, hate your job, or just really love proving points, but whatever one it is, you’re asking to be dishonourably discharged.”

“sir, if i may-”

“no, you may not, lieutenant. you stole a multi-million dollar aircraft, and flew it in a way that it may never be flown again. i don’t know how many code of honour violations you’ve got, but for god’s sake, rainfall, you might as well have handed in your wings.”

you swallowed. maverick hadn’t covered your ass, after all.

“but none of that matters,” the admiral took a breath. “because you did it against your will.”

or maybe he had covered your ass.

the admiral turned to maverick, who was a few feet away from you. “you could have lost one of our best pilots her wings, maverick. i hope you know that.”

“yes, sir.” maverick said, eyes straight ahead.

walking away, the admiral elected to look out of the window. “you have both put me in an extremely difficult position. i can dishonourably discharge both of you and keep my authority in tact, or i can make maverick team leader and get this mission done.”

you prayed he picked the second one. not just for your sake, but for your entire teams.

maverick turned to you, making eye contact for a moment before looking back at the admiral. “sir, if you discharge anyone it should be me. lieutenant l/n is an extremely capable pilot, but she had to idea what she was doing was wrong.”

the admiral sighed, turning to look at you both. “the carrier leaves at zero-five hundred hours. don’t be late. both of you are dismissed.”

saluting him once more, you almost ran out of the office, back hitting the wall next to the door as you let out a sigh of relief.

maverick looked at you as he walked past, laughing lightly.

“good god, maverick, never make me do that again.” you pushed yourself off of the wall, following him down the corridor.

“what, you never been yelled at before?”

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[foreverrandomwritings]

Controversially Young Girlfriend- Part 3

Summary: After the unexpected meeting on base earlier that day Cyclone grills CYG at dinner. 

Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x Controversially Young Girlfriend

Warnings: Dangerous missons, that’s it?

Word count: 769

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CYG goes over to her best friend's (Lyla) house as planned. Though she’s already annoyed with thoughts of Cyclone grilling her. She knew after her unexpected meeting with him that day that he was going to have a lot of questions for her. She already got a text from her girlfriend informing her that Cyclone had ordered her into his office and gave her the shovel talk. CYG had beaten the man home however and was already sitting at the dinner table with Lyla and Trevor (Lyla’s younger brother) when he walked in. 

Tracy had been finishing up dinner in the kitchen and he made a pit stop there greeting her, thanking her for dinner, thanking her for their beautiful life, complimenting her and giving her a kiss on the cheek (which is his everyday routine). When he got into the room he sat in his usual seat at the head of the table. CYG and Lyla sat on one side of the table and Trevor on the other. CYG was in her usual spot on Cyclones end which she was fully regretting now. She turned to look at him expectantly and his eyebrows shot up at the glare. 

“What did I do?” He defended as he laid his napkin across his lap. 

“You know what you did.” she clipped back at him. Trever laughed at the look on his dads face and Lyla narrowed her eyes at him. 

“What did you do?” Tracy asked as she walked into the room with the rest of the food.

“Hey now this isn’t fair.” He groaned which caused Lyla and Trevor to start snickering. 

“You interrogated my girlfriend while she was at work.” CYG exclaimed dramatically.

“I don’t think interrogated is the right word.” He had half the mind to look sheepish as Tracy narrowed her eyes at him.

“Beau Simpson, you better tell me she’s lying.” Tracy gave the go ahead to start piling food onto their plates by starting on her own and they all followed quickly. 

“I’m just looking out for her I promise.” He threw his hands up in front of him in a surrender. 

“Would you like to ask me some questions before jumping down her throat again?” CYG asked him. 

“How long have you been dating?” He jumped right in. Which was a relief for everyone around the table. It was much easier to get it over with rather than dwell on it for the rest of dinner. 

“Almost a month.” She answered calmly, it had been the best month of her life.

“How’d you meet?” He shot off the question. 

“I approached her in a store and asked for her number.” She smiled at the memory.

“Does she treat you right?” He was only slightly worried about that. He knew how she was after their various meetings with each other and had only heard good things about her when he asked around about her today. 

“I have never been treated better.” and that was the truth, she had never had someone love her the way Natasha did. 

“Have your moms met her yet?” He poked a piece of food before and put it in his mouth, chewing quickly as she answered. 

“They have and they both love her.” Natasha had been a nervous wreck meeting her parents the week prior but it had gone smoothly.  

“Do you understand how dangerous her job is?” His voice became serious, the rest of the table becoming silent. 

“I do, but I also know that she wouldn’t be on your base if she wasn’t the best of the best.” A small smile adorned his face at the compliment and the trust. 

“How serious are you?” He had obvious worry in his voice. 

“I’m gonna marry her one day.” Her voice was sure yet quiet, she had yet to tell anyone that bit of information. Lyla squealed in her spot beside her at the exciting words. She looked down at her plate and pushed around the food with her fork. He grabbed her other hand and squeezed it reassuringly causing her to look at him. 

“I will be here for you every step of the way. Deployments are hard and you will need all the support you can get every time. We will rally with you.” The family around the table all piped up in their own form of encouragement. 

“Okay we're done with the heaviness. Why don’t you tell us more about her?” Tracy asked nicely and CYG was relieved as the tension dispersed. She then proceeded to go on an hour long tangent about all things Natasha.

A/N: I love writing for this little series and I want to thank @sylviebell​ for being my soundboard. 

Tags(open): @wkndwlff​ @eternallyvenus​ @loving-and-dreaming​ @princess76179​ @kmc1989​ @gspenc​ @qjdjjexnsk​ 

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[lonelywriter10]

She's a hurricane

Bradley Bradsahw x OC!Layla Seresin

Synopsis- Layla Seresin moves to San Diego, desperate to leave Texas behind her and in search of something new and refreshing. A blur of red hair and green eyes Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw meets a mysterious Woman at the Hard Deck one night after work, unbeknownst to him, Hangman’s cousin, he finds the girl isn’t just the wild child she paints herself to be.

Playlist-

Layla - Derek and the Dominoes 

I can see you - Taylor Swift

Touch - Josh Abbott Band

Ruin my life - Zara Larsson

Back to you - Selena Gomez

Set fire to the rain - Adele

Part 1

A/N- AHHH I'M SO EXCITED TO ANNOUNCE THIS SERIES!! I havent quite finished the first part yet but after losing my original blog I'm very excited to announce this series I've been cooking up for a while and I hope you guys look forward to the first part coming out in the next little while!

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[heygerald]

old habits die hard - say yes

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x oc 

Proposals are hard. Especially when you can't ask the question.

Read it all here: part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / *bonus chapter* / part 4 / part 5 / *bonus chapter* / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / ...

Miramar. 

It felt like forever since the last time that Zoe was here, standing on the beach, letting the gentle evening waves lap up over her feet as she sank into the warm sand beneath her toes. The crowds had disappeared over the course of the day leaving her to bask in the quiet evening air. The parking lots had emptied, the roller skaters going home for dinner, the bars slowly filling with a flow of people just like the ocean tide. The sun was low on the horizon now; gentle hues of pink and orange stretching between the clouds. 

A painting if she had ever seen one. 

And, although the weather had been rainy since they arrived in town late last night, it looked like the storm had finally moved on to better things. 

A good sign for her. 

Three years and some odd months later, and Zoe ”Buzzard” Preston was still scared of storms.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Zoe blinked away from the sunset to see the familiar curve of a sun-kissed face. Blue eyes twinkled right back at her, that ever-present smirk curled along his lips, and she had to bite back a laugh at the overwhelming sense of deja vu she got seeing Jake standing along the seashore. 

“It is a pretty nice sunset,” she agreed. “Now that the storm is finally gone.” 

“Sunset?” he echoed, eyebrows curling up onto his forehead as he blinked away from Zoe to take in the skyline that she was talking about; almost as if he hadn’t noticed it in the first place. 

“Well, yeah,” Zoe laughed. “What were you talking about?”

Jake blinked away from the skyline to look back at her. 

“Uh, me, obviously,” he deadpanned, jerking a thumb up to gesture as his face as if it really was the only obvious answer. Zoe laughed again; couldn’t help it, really. Not when Jake was being Jake, the sand was warm beneath her toes, and his smile was so soft and gentle that she sort of forgot about everything else. 

“At least you’re humble,” she said.

He laughed too; eyes crinkling at the sides as he snagged another glimpse of the sunset before turning to face her. There’s something sultry about his voice, but teasing, too as he says, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Preston, you’re definitely a solid second when we’re talking about views.” 

“A solid second, huh? That’s all I get after all these years?”

Jake clicked his tongue before moving to loop an arm around Zoe’s waist. Warm hands snaked along the sliver of bare back exposed by her dress—one that he had begged her to wear, and that she had been happy to oblige—and though she makes a playful show of smacking his hands in irritation, neither of them really buy the act. Jake was a handsy guy, and Zoe was a touchy girl; few things could disrupt their orbit when they were together. 

Rooster had called them magnets once. She figured they were more like atoms. 

“I thought we had this conversation already, Buzz,” Jake muttered warmly into her ear. His lips brush her cheek bone as he pulls her tight against his chest. “If you’re gonna be stuck with me, there are some things that I’m not going to give up on.” 

“I guess I didn’t realize I would also be dating your ego, Hangman.” 

“What’s the problem? There’s plenty of room for three,” he chirped back easily. Zoe snickered; finds that she can’t stop laughing much when she’s around him anymore. Three years of dating and he’s proven to always bring her joy, even in his traitorously stupid moments. So she laughs, and he laughs, and when his smirk softens into a deep smile, she finds that—well, shit—the sunset might not have been as pretty of a sight as he is. “I guess you are a little more beautiful than me right now, though.” 

“Just a little?” she echoed, batting her eyelashes up at him with an impish smile. “You don’t think that I’m a lot more beautiful than the sunset?”

His cheeks dimple as he snorts. “And you’re talking about my ego.” 

“Yeah,” Zoe gives a melodramatic sigh. Wrinkling her nose, as she does so. “I guess we’re spending a little bit too much time together, huh? I think I’m starting to turn into you.” 

At that, Jake pulls her flush against him, smile creeping up into his eyes as he beams down at her. At this distance, she can read the familiar flecks of gold in his eyes, sees the little white scar cutting through his right eyebrow from when he was ten years old, can feel the thud of his heart along with the utter warmth that is Jake Seresin. 

“We could spend every second together for the rest of my life, and it wouldn’t be enough,” he rumbles. 

And, damn if Zoe can’t find it in herself to argue with that logic. Jake was a truly beautiful man; inside and out, despite what some people might say, and over the last couple of years he had done everything he could to prove that he wasn’t the same guy he had been the first time around. He bought her flowers every Monday, cooked her dinner every Wednesday, and even went out of his way to become friends with Rooster. Somewhere along the way, she had fallen so head over heels for him, that hearing him say something as cheesy as this makes her nearly swoon on shaky knees. 

“That doesn’t sound so bad I guess,” she says. Something teasing in her tone, but also a gentle seriousness that they had been showing more and more of towards one another over the last few months. 

“No?”

“No,” she shakes her head. “Almost sounds nice, actually.” 

Sunlight rays shine across his skin, highlighting the natural tone until he looked golden beneath her eyes. And—yeah—Zoe thinks that she could wake up to see that face every morning for the rest of her life and die a happy woman. 

Jake seems to be thinking the same thing as her. His gaze flicker over every single fine feature of her face, eyes brimming with adoration and love and something that she doesn’t quite recognize, before he shifts his hands around her waist. Trails of heat flood her system as he attempts to spin her, moving the pair together so that the ocean is a backdrop and they are the painting, and Zoe doesn’t even bother asking why. 

There was hardly ever a rhyme or reason to the things he did.

Though, as he glances at the nearby parking lot, squinting and roving as if looking for something, Zoe begins to wonder if there’s something here that she’s not quite seeing. 

“What are you looking for?” 

“Hm?” he hums, before blinking back to face her. The look of adoration has shifted slightly, his eyes seem wringed with the slightest bit of stress, and Zoe tries to catch sight of whatever he had been looking for. Jake shifts his shoulder quickly in response. “Nothing.” 

“Nothing?” she echoes, unconvinced as he flexes his fingers along her back.

“Just, uh, enjoying the scenery. You said it yourself that it’s a beautiful night,” he shoots back. “Guess I’m just trying to get better at looking at the little things.” 

“Uh huh,” she says. Though, she obviously doesn’t believe him. “Sure.” 

But Jake is moving past the moment. 

He glances once more at the parking lot, spins her just a tad bit more so that they’re framed together, and clears his throat. Trepidation now fills his features hot and quick like lightning, and Zoe frowns when she takes note of the stress wringing his mouth. 

“Jake?”

“Just give me a second.”

“A second to do... what?” 

But he doesn’t answer her. Just fiddles with her dress while mouthing something that she can’t hear—a pep talk, almost. Though for what, she hasn’t the slightest idea. 

“Are you having a stroke or something?”

“No.” 

“Should I be worried?”

“No—Zoe,” he sighs her name, both in annoyance and bemusement. An odd paradox that she can’t quite understand. “Christ, just give me a second. I had a whole speech planned out.” 

“Speech?” she echoes in bewilderment. “What on Earth are you talking about?”

Jake takes a deep breath, so deeply that she can feel his chest pressing against her chest, before he removes one of his hands off of the small of her back to pat the pocket of his jeans. A nice pair that she has never seen him wear before, that goes just a little too well with the clean linen shirt he was wearing. It almost looked like the type that Rooster would wear—something one would see in a Beach Lifestyle magazine—and she had even teased him about it considering how much shit he gave Rooster for always wearing Tommy Bahama clothing. 

“You’re being really impatient you know,” he says. Mumbles, almost, but due to their close proximity she hears it clear as day. 

“I don’t even know what I’m being impatient about!” 

“Rooster said you were gonna be difficult.” 

Zoe blinks at that. Jake does too; mouth open, eyebrows furrowed, as he nervously stares at her. Almost as if he just spilled a secret that he wasn’t supposed to say, but given that she hasn’t the slightest clue as to what he’s talking about, the comment seems all the more ridiculous than anything else. 

“Roos? What does he have to do with this?”

“He’s just been giving me... well, advice.” 

“Advice,” she deadpans. 

Jake swallows, taking another deep breath, giving his pocket another hearty pat. She starts to glance down, to see just what he’s obsessively patting in the first place, but right when she does, she sees a flicker of red from the corner of her eye and when she turns to look she catches a glimpse of the person in question. 

“Is that—Brad?” she calls out. 

“Uh, Zoe, just wait one second—” 

“No, look,” she pats Jake on the chest, fulling stepping away from him now despite the noise of discontent he makes. His hands slap at his legs as she starts striding up the sand towards the parking lot, and although Rooster s very clearly standing right there she watches him spin in a circle as if looking for somewhere to hide. He doesn’t. Zoe is much too quick of a walker for that to happen, which leaves him to shove his hands behind his back with an awkward smile. “What are you...?”

“Oh, heh, hey Buzz,” he grins. It falls flat though, strained in the corners, and Zoe can feel something awkward hanging in the air as Jake trots through the sand after her. “Uh... Jake—Hangman. Hi.” 

She peers at him. Over his nice clothes and clean jeans and sandy hair. 

“What... what are you doing?”

Rooster’s gaze darts over the crest of her shoulder to Jake. Who, at the moment, looks like he’s just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 

Still, when she spins to look at him, he plasters on a look of innocence and easily says, “he’s here for the reunion. Same as us. Heh. Right?”

“Right,” Rooster snaps a finger, nodding. He seems a little too excited to have that sort of response though, and Zoe’s frown deepens as she glances between the two men. “I’m here for the reunion. Just pulled into the parking lot. The others are already at the bar.” 

“Oh,” Zoe mutters. Though, when she glances at the parking lot, she does recognize Rooster’s jeep and Phoenix’s truck and Maverick’s motorcycle. “But then why were you—?”

“Babe, let’s not hold him up,” Jake’s hand swings around her waist and tucks her cleanly into his side. He clears his throat when she blinks up at him, but still manages a small smile in response. “Let him go in and say hi to everyone.” 

“Uh, sure. But we could just all walk in together—” 

“No,” Rooster blurts out at the same time that Jake says, “We can’t!”

“...why can’t we?”

The boys don’t have any answer to that. They just blink at one another in silence, noises of discontent and awkwardness filling the air as they try to come up with an excuse that would make sense. Of course, none of this makes sense though, and Zoe is certain that there’s something very big that she’s missing. 

She’s just not sure what. 

Rooster scratches the back of his neck and in his hand she catches the flash of a camera. 

“Were you taking photos?” she asks.

He pauses, hand in mid air, before swinging the camera back behind his back. 

“Oh, uh... no.” 

“No?”

“I mean, yes, obviously,” Rooster gives an awkward chuckle as Jake just holds onto Zoe’s waist a little bit tighter. There’s nothing suave about him now, though, nothing that was like the usual swagger that he walked around with. “I just started... photography. It’s a new hobby. Thought I would get some pictures of the sunset before, you know, drinks.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, that’s all. But, Jake’s right, I should go in. Don’t want to keep everyone waiting.” 

Zoe still knows that something isn’t quite right, but she can’t seem to figure it out, and the Hard Deck is right there so she figures that just letting the boys be weird with her other friends is better than letting them be weird with just her. So, she nods, and starts to walk alongside Rooster. 

He freezes. “Where are you going?”

“The... same place as you?” she says, pointing at the bar. 

“But—” Rooster starts, just as Jake says, “why don’t we hang out here a little bit longer?”

She pauses at that, frown still in place, eyebrows now thoroughly furrowed together. Jake doesn’t seem to want to meet her eye as he now scratches the back of his head, and it’s so unlike him that she really is starting to wonder if he was suffering a stroke. 

“You know,” he continues, shrugging in an act of nonchalance. Over his shoulder, he even manages to gesture to the sinking sun. “It is a pretty nice sunset. Why don’t we walk a little bit longer before going inside?” 

“Jake—” 

“It is a nice night,” Rooster tacks on. As if that doesn’t make it more suspicious. Zoe has learned a thing or two in the last couple years, but when a Seresin and a Bradshaw actually agree, there’s usually something going on that she won’t like. “Nice, uh, weather. And you look nice in that dress. May as well walk a little bit more.” 

She glances at her dress in bewilderment. “Uh... thanks?”

Rooster gives a tight lipped smile. Jake nudges him in the ribs with his elbow. Zoe, feeling so entirely lost with this entire conversation just shakes her head at them. 

“Still,” she hedges, shaking her head at them but not calling them out on their weird behavior, “we’re already late, Jake. We should go in before Maverick sticks us with the bar tab.” 

Zoe turns towards the bar, smooths some hair over her shoulder, tries not to feel utterly weird about what’s going on, but Rooster and Jake somehow wind around her to form a wall blocking her from the Hard Deck before she can even blink. She smacks into Jake’s chest with a thump. 

“Ow—”

“What's the rush?” he asks. “You’ve been to the bar before.” 

“And it is a pretty nice night,” Bradley says.

“Really nice,” Jake continues.

“And it would be a waste if you two don’t get to appreciate the nice weather,” Rooster adds, glancing between them as if this was a normal situation for someone to be in. 

As if it is, Jake just nods with a strained smile. “It’s supposed to rain tomorrow too, so we really should enjoy the nice weather while we can. The others won’t notice if we’re late.” 

“And if they do, they can deal with me,” Rooster nods encouragingly. 

“Not like Bob will say anything.” 

“Phoenix might,” Rooster shrugs, still rubbing the back of his neck as the camera flickered in his hands. Zoe’s neck is starting to hurt from swinging her head back and forth between them now, though they continue to barrel on without notice. “But she’ll just be happy to see me. So, it’s not a big deal.” 

“And—” 

“Alright, that’s it,” Zoe cuts them off and plants her hands onto her hips. The boys shut up in tandem, each snapping their mouths shut with an audible click, and she might have laughed at it if they weren’t acting so weird. So, instead, Zoe fixed them with a look—her don’t argue with me look—and said, “I don’t know what’s going on with you two, and I really don’t think I even want to know, so, I’m gonna go inside and see everyone, and you two can... figure whatever this is out. Okay?”

“But—” Jake started as Rooster said, “are you sure?”

She shakes her head at them in response; bewildered, bemused, and slightly concerned that their weird behavior would end with her having to pick them up from the police station. 

The best option was the only option. 

“I’m going to get a drink,” she declares after another moment, and promptly turns on her heel to strut away. 

They argue in her wake. Jake whispering something that she can’t make out, Rooster shooting back with something equally as panicked but also annoyed and a little bit amused. They must be so involved in the argument too because it isn’t until Zoe is clattering up the stairs of The Hard Deck, do they take a long enough breath to realize that she is no longer standing with them. 

The panic sets in then. 

“Wait. Wait! Zoe!” Jake calls after her. Shouts, really. But Zoe has learned over the years not to listen to everything he says, to use selective hearing when it suited her, and in this instance, she manages to zone out his squawking long enough to settle her hands on the cool metal handles of the door. 

“Don’t open the—!” 

The door opens with a single tug to reveal The Hard Deck. It’s much the same as it had always been; a few new model planes here and there, new felt lining on the pool table, some new beers on draft. 

But there’s other stuff too. Stuff that didn’t fit the bar. 

Stuff like balloons spread all across the floor. Stuff like a large, white banister strung across the ceiling, hanging low on the right side, hanging a little high on the left side, but charming all the same. Stuff like all of her friends grouped together, smiling and clapping and throwing confetti and screaming, “congratulations!” as she stumbles inside. 

Zoe freezes. 

Remains frozen even as Phoenix pulls her into a tight hug and Penny pops some champagne and Yale and Harvard clap her on the back with whoops of excitement.

“That’s probably the reaction I would have too if I just got engaged to Hangman,” Phoenix snarks, laughing in her ear as she plants a sloppy kiss on the side of Zoe’s cheek. “And I don’t know what you’re thinking, but—” 

“Wait!” 

Jake comes flying inside, Rooster on his heels, and the entire room freezes just like Zoe had. No one is moving now. They were all just standing stock still, staring at each other, as everyone tried to piece together what was happening.

“Oh, shit,” Bob says after a moment. No one even makes a comment on the fact that it’s Bob and that he just cursed and that the comedic timing is hilarious. In fact, everyone is a little more focused on the red-faced Jake as he stares at them wide-eyed, with panic wringing his eyes. “He didn’t...” 

“Oh,” Maverick’s shoulders drop. “Fuck.” 

And just like that the entire group abandons Zoe. Phoenix wrenches her arm off of her shoulder and Stitch takes back the champagne glass he had someone stuffed into her hand and Yale tries to sweep the confetti out of her hair. There’s a rumble of feet and harsh whispering and panic as they all return to their earlier positions, and suddenly Zoe is left standing in the doorway alone, still frozen, bewildered, and desperately trying to put two and two together.

"What—” she starts. Stops. Blinks when Stitch wildly gestures at her to turn around. He almost smacks Phoenix in the end in doing so. She elbows him sharply in the ribs for it, before repeating the motion. “Jake, what the hell is going...?”

She pauses when she finally turns and take in the serious look on his face. It almost didn’t suit his features; almost felt wrong being worn by someone that was always smiling and laughing and smirking. But Rooster doesn’t seem concerned about it. 

Instead, he just claps Jake on the shoulder, and mutters, “it’s now or never.” 

“Rooster?” she calls. He smiles at her—something warm and encouraging and expectant—before finding a spot amongst the others. Zoe frowns at them all, even more thoroughly confused now then she was moments before, but as the room’s expectant gazes are stuck solely on her, she takes a moment to truly glance that the decorations, the balloons, the champagne, the food and desserts and—

Jake. 

Down on one knee with a delicate diamond ring in his hand. 

“Jake?” she croaks. 

And suddenly, everything makes sense. Him going to visit him mom the weekend before they came to Miramar. Him obsessively packing his things, checking his bag three times over, making sure that everything was neatly folded. Him asking her to wear his favorite dress for a night of casual drinking at a bar that she never wore anything but jeans and a tank top to. Him spending extra time fixing his hair before they left the hotel, ironing his shirt, lint rolling his pants. Him talking to himself in the mirror, in the car, as they walked along the beach hand in hand. His stress lined eyes and worried smile. Rooster with a camera in hand, hiding in the bushes. 

“I told you Buzz,” he said after a moment. “You’re always going too fast for me.” 

Zoe opened her mouth to say something, but finds that she has nothing to say. 

“I know, I know,” he rolled his eyes. Something that she once hated but now found to be so entirely endearing that her eyes began to water. “Bad timing, right? But I’m working on it. Have been working on it for a while, actually. About… six months.” 

“You’ve been planning to propose for six months?”

“I’ve been planning to propose since the day you crashed your ship into the Atlantic Ocean,” he shrugged; as if it was such an obvious thing, such an easy truth. And, as Zoe stared into his eyes—eyes that were now truly locked on her—she realized that it had been easy for him to admit. There was no lying, no snark, no smirk. Just Jake Seresin and his truths. “Bradshaw talked me out of it about two years ago. Told me to give you some time, to get our lives together before we messed them up with a wedding. So I waited, and then Phoenix talked me out of it last year.” 

Last year. 

When they had spent a week in Mexico together, enjoying the sun and sand and margaritas. The same week that was the five year anniversary of her brother passing away.

“In Mexico,” she said, putting the pieces together.

“Yeah, in Mexico. The first vacation that I had taken since I met you,” he admitted. She remembered having that conversation with him, asking him if he was sure that he wanted to spend his leave doing something with her instead of visiting his family’s farm like he normally did. He had been adamant that he wanted to spend his time with her. “She said it would be better to do it with our friends around. But... I didn’t realize she meant they would actually be in the room when I proposed.” 

His eyes darted over her shoulder, a look of mock annoyance on his face as he glared at their friends, but Zoe could see the love shining beneath the annoyance. 

“Yeah. That’s uh... that’s our bad,” Stitch piped up from the back of the room. 

Harvard winced, and promptly smacked him on the back of the head. And when Stitch opened his mouth to say something else—probably to complain, no doubt—Maverick elbowed him in the ribcage.

“I figured this was the best chance we would get,” Jake continued, laughing as he did so. “I wasn’t going to wait any longer, anyways. Three years was long enough. So, I told them that I was proposing, and we figured this was the perfect place to do it. The same place we met.” 

“We met on base,” she said, a deflection if there ever was one.

But he didn’t mind. “Yeah, maybe, but the first time you ever smiled at me was right inside the Hard Deck. You bet me twenty bucks at a game of darts. I thought that maybe I would go easy on you, since you were the cutest girl in the program. But, before I could go easy on you, you proceeded to whoop my ass at it. Took my twenty bucks, smiled, and then told me to call you the next time I felt like losing money. And… that was it, Zoe. That was the moment I was smitten.” 

“They have such a weird relationship,” Stitch mumbled. 

There was a hush and then a smack, and Zoe knew without a doubt that someone—hard to say who, though, given how many people smacked Stitch around—had whacked him across the back of the head once more for the comment. 

Jake and her laughed, remembering all those other times before. 

Stitch and his sense of timing. 

“You’re really going to do this, then?” she asked. 

His shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath. 

“Yeah, Buzz,” he smiled. “I am. Do you need a moment to commit this to memory or…?”

A wet laugh bubbled up Zoe’s throat, yet, somehow, she found it in herself to keep the tears at bay as she just nodded. “It’s definitely a beautiful sight. Probably the best I’ve ever seen.” 

Jake’s smile widened. 

“I had a whole speech planned out, you know,” he told her. A quiet truth in a room full of loud ones, and Zoe swore that she would never forget the sight of him smiling up at her from one knee. “About how I love you, and how I’ll never stop loving you, and how you’ve changed me for the better. I’ve spent weeks writing it, and then editing it, and then memorizing it. But...” 

“But?”

“Well, I’m a little worried that if I don’t ask it now, someone else is gonna march up these steps and interrupt us again.” 

Zoe glanced at the parking lot behind his shoulders, thinking about how likely that single scenario was, and—feeling the weight of everyone’s stares on her back—figured that he was probably right. 

“Well,” she shrugged. “You’ve never waited on anyone else before, Hangman. You may as well go ahead and skip to the good part.” 

The room laughed. Jake’s smile widened, before thinning just the tiniest bit. His hands shook minutely as he cleared his throat, took a breath, and finally said, “Zoe Preston… will you marry me?” 

The wetness didn’t leave her eyes as she blinked, her heart beating heavy in her chest, but as things tended to be with Jake, there were so many emotions that she couldn’t pinpoint a single one. 

Happiness, definitely. Love, obviously. Joy, sure. 

Hope, absolutely. 

And hope she could live with for the rest of her life. 

That’s why she said nothing but a simple, monosyllabic, “yes.” 

Jake’s shoulders sagged in relief and Zoe knelt down to kiss him at the same time that he rose to kiss her. The room exploded with laughter and cheers and hoots and hollers in response, and this time, when confetti rained down on the pair with balloons, Zoe understood what this whole thing had been about. 

Jake’s hand shook when he slid the ring on her finger. 

“There’s no taking this one back, Seresin,” she told him.

“It’s like I said, Preston,” he kissed her once more. “You’re stuck with me.” 

“And the ego.” 

“We’re a package deal.” 

“Fair enough,” Zoe sighed melodramatically, watching the ring twinkle in the light on her finger, as the others crowed around them to pat the pair on the back. Zoe winked at Phoenix. “I’m sort of a package deal, too, you know.” 

“Yeah?” Jake’s eyebrows rose to his forehead. “You and who?”

Two arms encircled the pair before she could answer, and a waft of tequila and cologne spilled into Zoe’s nose as Stitch pulled her off her feet with a yelp. 

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, Buzz, but congratulations!” he shouted, not even noticing it was in her ear, not that she really cared. Especially not when he set her down to give Jake a sloppy kiss on the lips with a wet smack. Jake shoved him off as quick as he could, but the damage was already done. “Ah, come on, Bagman! We’re all friends here, right?”

“You’re like a dog, you know that?” Jake wiped his mouth clean. 

Stitch shrugged, margarita in hand, not really bothered all that much. “Give me a bed in your house and I’m happy with that.” 

“Not at all what I meant.” 

“Course not,” Stitch shrugged. Behind him, Phoenix and Bob were laughing at the theatrics of it all, and even Rooster was looming in the distance with his camera. If his smirk was anything to go by, he had gotten the entire thing on film. “But, you know, I’m not like Nantucket, Seresin. I’m always around. So, you better get used to it.” 

Jake harrumphed. He suddenly looked a little less than thrilled as Yale clapped Stitch on the shoulder and dragged him away. Still, as Zoe wiggled her ring finger in the air, his smile brightened considerably. 

She grinned. “It’s too late, now, buddy.” 

“I mean,” Jake hedged. “My mom will probably take it back for a little bit longer.” 

“Oh, nope, no way,” she shook her head at him, wiggling the ring in question around for everyone to see. Penny and Phoenix stooped the closest, both oohing and aahing over the shiny rock with grins plastered on their cheeks. Penny’s own engagement ring sparkled in the light, and Zoe watched as Maverick shared a knowing smile with Jake. “This thing is never coming off my finger, Seresin.” 

And, even though Stitch was still Stitch, Jake couldn’t help but melt at that; couldn’t help but sling an arm around Zoe’s waist, pull her close, kiss her jaw, her nose, and her lips, before saying, “you know? I think I like the sound of that Just you and me—”

“And me!” Stitch chimed in. 

“And Chutsky,” Jake tacked on with an eyeroll. “Forever. I don’t think it get’s better than that.” 

“Forever is a long time.” 

“Yeah?” he arched a brow, winking at her in that same way he had done years ago when they first met. She liked it a whole lot more now knowing that she was the only girl that he winked at. “Good.” 

Jake kissed Zoe like a dying man in need of oxygen, and she kissed him back. 

How could she not? Being drawn to Jake Seresin was just like breathing now. 

It was all habit at this point.

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Brother's Best Friend - Part 11

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

A/N: Fair warning: I didn't have much time this week so this was a bit rushed and definitely not my best piece of work, but I really wanted to do at least *something* for the holidays!

Summary: The trials and tribulations of falling for your brother's best friend.

CW: New Years Eve party, banter, fluff fluff fluff

WC: ~2300

Part 1 | Masterlist

“So,” Bradley starts slowly, drawing out a suspenseful silence with a smirk as he butters his toast. “I met study group guy.”

You look up from your plate in alarm, your fork halfway to your mouth, and awkwardly meet your brother’s gaze.

Jake, who’s just set his food down to your left, picks his coffee back up, ready to make a quick exit.

“Uh, where?” you ask, trying to sound casual, but you’re so nervous that your voice wavers.

“Here,” Bradley replies with a grin as he makes his way to the table. “He came by to see how your exam went.”

“Oh?” You gulp anxiously.

“How considerate of him,” Jake notes moodily, setting his coffee back down and giving you a look.

“I agree.” Bradley sits down. “I think he wanted to compare study strategies,” he continues, then clears his throat. “Since the two of you didn’t end up studying together.”

Jake’s eyes go wide as he lets out a feigned gasp. “You didn’t?”

You give Jake an annoyed look and then glance back at your brother who is watching you with a pair of raised eyebrows. “Yeah,” you nod, “about that. Umm, the thing is…”

“You lied?” Jake brings a hand to his chest as though this revelation continues to shock him.

You glare at him irritably. “Partly.”

“Which part?” Bradley enquires, biting into his toast.

You sigh. “The part about study group guy.”

Bradley grimaces. “Why?”

“Yeah,” Jake chimes in, finally taking a seat. “Why?”

“Because I obviously made the wrong decision studying at home,” you retort, eyeing Jake bitterly. “And I just needed somebody to blame.”

Jake watches you cautiously, likely wondering if you indeed think you’ve made a mistake. Good.

“So, you bombed your midterm, big deal.” Bradley waves a hand. “We wouldn’t judge you. Guess that means he won’t be attending tonight’s party.”

You purse your lips. “Nope,” you confirm. “I’ll be all alone.”

Jake tries to catch your gaze as you rise from the table. “We’ll be here.”

“Aren’t you gonna bring your girl?” Bradley asks.

“Nah.” Jake waves a hand.

“Why not?”

Jake eyes you pointedly. “Not really sure where we stand, to be honest.”

You gasp theatrically. “Oh dear! Trouble in paradise?”

Jake throws you a flat look and grumbles, “Well, she’s sort of hard to read at times.”

“Because you’re illiterate?” you retort.

Bradley snorts while Jake scoffs in offence. “Dump her!” Bradley cries as you bring your dishes to the sink. “Life’s too short for mysteries.”

Jake sighs. “She does love to keep me guessing.”

Bradley shakes his head in disapproval after taking his last bite. “She’s playing games with you, man. It’s not worth it.” He gets up and follows you to the sink. “How ‘bout you? You need a date for tonight?”

“Huh?” you say in surprise, having been under the impression that your turn under the microscope was over.

“Remember that dude you met at the Hard Deck last summer? The one you said was ‘so hot’” – Bradley visibly shudders – “I just found out that he’s into you.”

“What dude?” Jake asks abruptly, his posture instantly going rigid.

“The one from 22,” Bradley clarifies. “The backseater. Forgot his name.”

“The douche from Michigan?” Jake makes a face and quickly rises from the table. “You think he’s hot?” he asks you incredulously.

Before you have a chance to respond, Bradley continues. “Apparently he ran into you last week at the café?”

You blink between Bradley and Jake as the latter approaches. While it’s true that you saw one of Bradley’s colleagues the previous week, you’ve since forgotten all about that encounter, because the very next day was when Jake had finally made his move. You start to back out of the kitchen but both Bradley and Jake follow you out. “I have some errands to run,” you say quickly.

“Nothing’s open,” Jake reminds you.

“Do you want me to invite him tonight or not?” Bradley asks, already scrolling through his contacts.

Jake elbows Bradley aggressively. “You’re seriously trying to get your sister laid?”

Bradley cringes. “Dude! Don’t go there!”

Jake stares at Bradley. “What do you think is gonna happen?”

You scoff at Jake incredulously. “Excuse me?”

Jake turns to look at you and places his hands on his hips with an impatient exhale. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I just don’t want her to be alone on New Years!” Bradley exclaims, still looking down at his phone.

“She’s not gonna be!” Jake cries desperately.

“I don’t want the date, Bradley,” you say, putting on your shoes despite having absolutely nowhere to go.

“Why not?” Bradley enquires.

“I just don’t. I’m fine with being alone.”

“You won’t be alone,” Jake repeats, the frustration in his voice noticeably mounting.

“I thought you liked him,” Bradley says, slightly deflated. Clearly, he assumed that he was doing you a favor.

“I don’t even know him,” you say. “I just thought he was good-looking, that’s all.”

Jake makes a face. “He’s not.”

You roll your eyes. “Appearance is subjective.”

Jake stubbornly shakes his head but makes no further comment.

“Okay, so why not give him a chance?” Bradley presses. “It’s not like you’re seeing someone. Right?”

You give Jake a quick glance before conducting a thorough examination of your own shoes. “Well, kind of.”

“Kind of?” Jake asks, slightly panicked.

You continue studying your feet. “I think.”

“Who is he? What’s he like?” Bradley asks.

“Uh,” you stall, “he’s alright.”

Jake lets out a muffled cry. “Alright?” he asks and you try not to wince at his utterly obvious outrage.

Meanwhile, Bradley raises an eyebrow. “Wow,” he says wryly. “Sounds promising.”

“What else?” Jake says quickly.

You look up at him in disbelief. “Occasionally aggravating.”

Bradley appears puzzled. “Why are you with this guy?”

Jake squares his shoulders. “He must be extremely handsome.”

Bradley looks back at you. “Is he?”

You roll your eyes. “He’s cute.”

“Cute?!” Jake exclaims.

Bradley laughs. “I really think you should give my guy a try.”

Jake crosses his arms over his chest and stands up taller. “I’m sure there’s more to this guy than just… his looks.” He’s blatantly searching your face now, as if Bradley isn’t even present.

You start to nervously fix your hair in the mirror at the front door. “I’m not interested in your guy, Bradley.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” You sigh resignedly while Jake watches your reflection. “I… I like my guy.”

Jake stares at your face in the mirror as if this is news to him. Then, his mouth slips momentarily into a smile before he sucks in his cheeks to hide it.

Bradley grimaces. “Why?”

“Because, he’s…” another reluctant sigh, “…he’s a good guy.”

“That’s kind of vague,” Jake comments, still trying to suppress a grin.

You shoot him a glare while Bradley chuckles. Then, he says, “Alright, fine. Maybe in a couple of weeks when you’re single again.”

Jake looks at Bradley sharply. “Why would she be single again?”

“Come on, when was the last time my sister liked a guy enough to stay with him long-term? She finds something wrong with everyone she dates.”

Jake shifts his weight uncomfortably. “Maybe this one will stick.”

“Doubt it.” Bradley shrugs.

“This one’s different, Bradley,” you say quietly, turning to face them again.

Jake looks back at you. “He is?”

“How so?” Bradley asks.

You pause, hesitant to reveal the truth. “He… makes me feel…”

Bradley watches you dubiously. “Pretty?”

Jake also takes a stab: “Aroused?”

You let out a weary sigh and lock eyes with Jake. “Safe.”

He stares at you with a stunned expression while Bradley nods approvingly.

“Happy,” you continue.

This time, Jake doesn’t hide his smile, but Bradley raises his eyebrows as though your response has surprised him.

“Strong,” you say.

“Wow,” Bradley mutters.

Jake lowers his gaze with a grin, but you decide to add, “And aroused, I mean –”

“Oh god!” Bradley exclaims.

Jake chuckles, glancing up at you again.

Bradley shakes his head. “I get it, you’re in love. But, Seresin – I just remembered: I’ve got the perfect girl for you!” He holds up his phone, beaming.

…

Bradley decides to invite the perfect girl just in case because he can see how much his dear friend has suffered at the hands of his mysterious lover. And the perfect girl just happens to be Jake Seresin’s exact type. You try to ignore her flirtatious behavior while Bradley all but pushes Jake in her direction. Your brother seems so keen to set Jake up, you start to wonder what his vested interest might be.

There are enough people in attendance that you can watch Jake without worrying about anyone noticing that you’re staring. So, you pour yourself a fourth martini and head back into the living room to see what your brother’s best friend is up to. You barely make it past the couch, however, when someone you’ve only met once in your life takes your hand and starts encouraging you to spin under his arm.

You glance over at Jake, whose date is also trying to get him to dance. Taking a sizeable gulp of your drink, you follow through with the spin and smile uncomfortably at your new dance partner. The room is bustling because the ball is about to drop and everyone has gathered for the countdown, so you’re forced to crane your neck every so often in order to check on Jake.

He notices your new friend right away, locking eyes with you despite his own supposed date trying to monopolize his attention. You wish you could steal a moment with him when the new year arrives, but Bradley would notice his friend’s absence in a heartbeat considering he’s been tailing Jake all night, making sure that he was having a good time.

When the champagne flutes start making their rounds and the crowd erupts in an enthusiastic countdown, however, Jake separates from his friends and starts making his way through the bodies toward you. He nods his head in the direction of the hall before he’s even come near you, inviting you to join him. But you glance back at Bradley and see that he is already searching for Jake in the crowd that’s suddenly doubled in size as everyone has made their way into the living room.

You shake your head at Jake regrettably. The last thing you need is for the year to start with Bradley walking in on the two of you making out.

Jake gestures more vigorously with his head, urging you to follow and, when you refuse, he moves closer and reaches out to grab your hand. You don’t resist when he pulls you in and, before you can check to see if Bradley has finally given up his search, the clock strikes midnight, and Jake takes your face in his hands and kisses you right there in the middle of the living room amidst the explosion of cheers that welcome the new year.

You hope there is enough commotion in your vicinity to obscure the way Jake’s hands slide sensually down to your neck and then take your shoulders as he steers you through the crowd out of the room, his lips avidly devouring yours the entire time. Somehow, the two of you make it out without even looking up and, once you’re more or less alone, Jake mutters, “Your brother is getting real fucking annoying.”

You chuckle as he plants kisses along your jawline. The two of you are still moving through the house, into the darkness of the entry hall. “He’s been extra involved today,” you agree.

“He’s been fucking annoying,” Jake repeats, sucking on the side of your neck as you come to a halt in the foyer and he wraps his arms around you.

“He’s your best friend,” you remind him.

Jake presses you gently against the front door and licks your earlobe, whispering, “Who the fuck were you dancing with?” You giggle and feel his lips spread into a smile against your skin. “Oh, you think that’s funny?” he asks, and you feel his tongue on your ear again. “You think it’s funny that I had to actively restrain myself from socking him?”

“What about you?” you say, still laughing. “You were with that girl all night!”

Jake whimpers into your neck and his hold on you tightens. “All I wanted was this.” You close your eyes when his mouth finds yours once more. “My new year’s resolution is that I’m never gonna stop kissing you,” he mutters between pecks to your lips.

You giggle again and then sigh, slightly pushing him away. “What are we going to do?”

“I just told you what I’m going to do,” he says, going in for another kiss.

You turn your head and he ends up kissing your cheek. “This is how we’re going to spend the new year? Sneaking around? Hiding in dark corners?”

Jake exhales slowly, resting his forehead on your temple. “I’m going to tell him,” he assures you.

“What are you going to tell him?” you ask, hoping that this question might lead Jake to reveal the nature of your relationship as he sees it.

He leans away from you and looks you in the eye. “That I make you feel aroused, of course.” Your jaw drops in outrage and you let out a yelp that quickly turns into a cackle. Jake is grinning widely, pleased with the effectiveness of his joke. Then, he draws you closer and his face changes shape. He squares his jaw and you see the evidence of a nervous gulp in the bob of his Adam’s apple. “I’m gonna tell him that you’re the girl I told him about,” he says, his tone low but steady. You gaze at him in silence, afraid to move a muscle lest he reconsider the sudden sincerity of his words. “The one I can’t stop talking about.” He swallows again. “The one I’ve been obsessing over.” He pauses to study your reaction as though he’s afraid he might be scaring you off. “The one that I – uh” – he takes a deep breath and then lets out a chuckle, shaking his head. He takes your hands in his and weaves his fingers through yours, tugging you forward until his lips connect with the tip of your nose. “Oh god, Baby B,” he says, leaning into you affectionately. “I should probably stop talking now.”

*That's all folks! Happy New Year!*

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The Box word count: 2.4k warnings: mentions of parental death pairing: Bradley x female!reader, Carole and Goose (mentioned) synopsis: Bradley comes back to his childhood home to discover the house is still the same and there's a box of letters with his name on it. masterlist

Bradley sighed as he looked up at the familiar house. It had been nearly four years since he’s been back to it. It was in his best interest to pack it up and sell, even though everything in his heart was telling him not to. All sorts of memories had been made inside those four walls, and Bradley wasn’t sure if he could part with them yet. 

“Are you ready?” A small hand landed on his shoulder and Bradley looked over at the girl sitting in his passenger seat. Bradley gave her a small smile and nodded. She squeezed his shoulder as he turned off the truck. She waited for him at the front of the truck, grabbing his hand as they walked towards the front door of the house. 

“Remind me to grab the mailbox before we sell,” Bradley said, looking at the painted mailbox. He could remember his mom holding his small hand as they painted their last name on it. 

“I’ll add it to the list.” 

Bradley opened the door to the house and was hit with the feeling of nostalgia. Even though the years had passed since anyone had really been there, the house still smelled the same as it always did. The same spot by the front door creaked as Bradley walked into the house. It was like a time capsule, a thin layer of dust covering everything in the house. Bradley felt his throat constrict as he stood in the living room, looking around at all the pictures. 

“I don’t even know where to start,” He mumbled and sat down on the couch. Y/N stood in the doorway of the living room, giving Bradley some privacy to gather his thoughts, “C’mere.” 

Y/N walked over and sat down next to him. She snuggled into his side and Bradley placed a kiss on her temple, “We don’t have to do anything tonight. We had a long drive in and a very busy past few days. Let’s just take the night to relax,” She said and then looked up at him, “You can show me around your hometown. I would love to see where the teen heartthrob Bradley Bradshaw used to break hearts open at.” 

Bradley smiled and shook his head, “Yeah I like that plan. It’s kind of overwhelming to be here right now. Maybe a night out will help me clear my head.” 

Y/N and Bradley brought in their suitcases, setting up in his old room. He contemplated taking the master bedroom, but he wasn’t quite ready to open the door to it yet. Y/N knew the pain that it caused Bradley to even step foot on the property of this house, she understood his unsettledness as he wandered around the house as she got ready. 

The two of them walked around the small old downtown. Bradley had pointed out various spots and told stories of the antics him and his friends got up to. It was a nice change for them both, being carefree and not feeling the weight of college and flight school on their shoulders. Bradley had finally graduated from flight school a couple weeks ago, and Y/N had finished her degree in education. They had the summer to themselves, for the first time in nearly four years. They wanted to enjoy their summer before Bradley had to report to the Golden Warriors in Virginia. That meant they also had to tie up some loose strings, like his mother’s house that was sitting empty. 

Bradley had decided to keep the house after her passing, not ready to part with it. In the back of his mind he was going to use the house for school breaks, having a place near the coast to run away too, but after his first year of college, he found it too hard to come back. That’s when he met Y/N, and she had invited him to come to Thanksgiving dinner with her family. And from then on out, Bradley knew she was going to be the one for him. 

“This diner,” Bradley smiled as they stopped outside the old place, “My dad proposed to my mom here over a cup of coffee and a slice of apple pie.” 

“Well how about we go in and have some for ourselves,” Y/N said and Bradley nodded, pulling her into the old style restaurant. 

“My word. . . Bradley Bradshaw!” An older lady behind the counter said as they walked in, “My, I haven’t seen you running around here in ages! How are you doing?” 

“Denise, It’s good to see you, I’m doing good,” Bradley greeted her, “This is my girlfriend, Y/N. This is Denise, she’s been running this place since I was little.” 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Y/N said, waving to the older lady. 

“She’s a pretty girl Bradley, you're treating her right?” Denise asked, raising an eyebrow. Y/N bit her lip to try and hide her blush, as Bradley felt his ears turn red. 

“Of course. My old man’s ghost would come back to kick my ass,” Bradley looked at his girlfriend, “We’ll take two Bradshaw regulars.” 

“Go on ahead, I’ll bring them over,” Denise said, pointing to the familiar booth in the middle of the restaurant. 

Bradley sat across from Y/N in the booth and looked at the picture that was on the wall. His parents' smiling faces were displayed behind the glass and Bradley sighed. This town was full of memories of them. It was a small town, and everyone knew everyone. When they found out about Goose’s death, they rallied around Carole and young Bradley, making sure they had meals and were taken care of. They never wanted Carole to feel alone, like she couldn’t reach out for help if she needed it. 

And the same went for Bradley. When Carole fell ill his junior year of high school, the town stepped in once again, making sure that Bradley was taken care of and Carole was looked after. When she died, it felt like a hole was punched through the town. Carole was loved by everyone, known by everyone. Her smiling face was missed at church services, and her loud yell was missed at baseball games. Bradley Bradshaw had become an orphan at the age of seventeen. But he never felt truly alone, the town was there for him. They helped him to keep standing on his own two feet until he graduated highschool and moved to Charlottesville. 

“They really loved your folks,” Y/N said. 

“Like no other,” Bradley answered, “They were very active in the town. Even with my dad gone from time to time, he still did his part. He always helped set fireworks off every year for the fourth and played Santa a couple years for christmas.” 

“Oh that would’ve been awesome! Goose Bradshaw as Santa!” 

“Except one year he and Mav got into the spiked eggnog a little too much before, so we had drunk Santa.” 

Y/N laughed, “I love when you tell stories about them. Your eyes light up and you have this bright smile on your face. I love seeing it.” 

“I just wish they were here,” Bradley looked down at his hands, “There are some things I wish I could ask them. Like when I had to call you in the middle of the night and ask how to iron my khaki shirt. Simple stuff like that I wish I still had.” 

Y/N grabbed his hand and ran her thumb over the back of it, “I know. But you know that they are always with you.” 

“I know.” 

— — — 

The next week was spent going through every room in the house. Every cabinet, drawer, closet was gone through. Bradley had donated and tossed loads of stuff, with Y/N’s help. There were some things he decided to keep, but it was bare minimum. His mom had done the majority of cleaning the house when she got sick, knowing that Bradley was like his dad, a collector. The whole house had almost been gone through, except his mom’s bedroom. Bradley stood outside the white painted door, and took a deep breath. 

“I’m gonna go take this load to goodwill,” Y/N said, knowing Bradley would want some time alone, “Call me if you need me. I’ll pick up lunch on my way back.” 

“Okay,” Bradley whispered, and Y/N kissed his cheek as she walked away, “I love you.” 

She stopped, “I love you too.” 

Bradley let out a shaky breath, as he opened the door to her room. The room still smelled the same, the smell of roses with a hint of vanilla. The bed was still made, and the decorations in her room were untouched. Carole Bradshaw was more than likely the last person to step foot in this room anyway. Bradley took the cardboard box in his hand and set it on the floor as he took a seat on the bed. He looked around the room and felt his eyes well up with tears. He tried to bite back the sobs that threatened to leave his lips but it was no use. 

He shook his head and pushed himself up from the bed quickly. He told himself he wasn’t going to cry anymore. He couldn’t cry anymore. Bradley had enough loss in his life and shed enough tears, he couldn’t do it. So he bottled up his emotions and got to cleaning. 

There wasn’t a lot left in the room. Most of Carole’s clothes and belongings had been packed up by her sisters after her death. Bradley didn’t have much to do except for a couple items tucked into the drawers; her bible, her perfume, a picture of her and Bradley, and a picture of her and Goose. Bradley opened her closet, seeing it empty except for a shoe box sitting on the top shelf. He furrowed his eyebrows as he grabbed it. He sat down on the bed and opened it. 

“What the hell?” Bradley whispered, as he looked at the shoebox full of letters and other memorabilia. His fingers flipped through the items in the box, seeing that there were probably fifty or more letters, most addressed to him, some addressed to his uncle Maverick, and some addressed ‘to Bradley’s future partner’. His eyes landed on one envelope that said ‘open first’. He opened it and gasped seeing it was his mother’s handwriting. 

‘Dear Bradley, 

I never knew how precious time was until the day your father died. I begged and prayed night after night for God to just rewind time, take me back to the days before his death. I needed more time, you and I needed more time, we all needed more time. I wish that time would just stop, and I could spend my forever with you and your father. But somewhere, the cards have been dealt, and our time is running short. 

There are things that I wish I could’ve taught you if we had more time. I wish that I could be there to see you graduate high school and college, to see you follow your dreams, to see you marry the person you love and have a family of your own, but that is sadly not possible. I know my time is running out, and I am doing my best to prepare you for a life without me. 

We lived some thirteen years without your father, and every single year it was heartbreaking. I had to figure out how to be both father and mother in a short amount of time, and I just pray that I gave you the necessary tools to be successful. I know there are things that I wish your dad could’ve been here to teach you, but I am thankful for your Uncle Maverick for stepping in the best he could. 

There was a time where your dad and I only conversed through letters. While he was off sleeping in the woods and I was here lifeguarding during the summer before college, we would write to each other all the time. Then when we got married and he would be deployed, we would converse through letters. He had saved every letter I wrote, and I did the same. I compiled them all and put them in this box. He had also written some letters before you were even born, and while he was deployed when you were a baby. I have never read them, I was saving them for you. You will also find some letters that I wrote. These are for you to have and to have as a sort of guide to navigate your life without us. 

Bradley, I know it will be hard, and it will hurt like hell, believe me. But your dad once told us, ‘I will always be with you, no matter where I’m at on the earth or in the sky’. 

I love you, my baby boy. I will always love you and be with you no matter where I’m at on the earth or in the sky. 

-love Mom.’ 

Bradley emptied out the envelope and found a copy of his father’s dog tags, and attached to it both of their wedding rings. He couldn’t even form a coherent thought as he picked up the box and turned it over, looking at all the contents. 

He got lost in time as he looked through all of the titles of the letters, some of them basic ones like “A Letter in how to make your favorite casserole” or “A Letter in how to change the oil in the bronco”. And others were titled “A Letter when you first deploy” or “A Letter when you meet the love of your life.” Bradley had found there was a letter for almost any question he could possibly have. 

“Babe?!“ Bradley looked at the doorway, seeing his girlfriend standing there, “There you are! I’ve been calling for you.” 

“Sorry I, uh,” Bradley cleared his throat and looked at all the envelopes surrounding him. Y/N walked quietly over to him and stood in front of the bed, “My Mom wrote, well my dad too, they wrote me a bunch of how to letters. She knew I would need some advice and well this was-“ 

“The only way she could do it.” 

“Yeah,” He said looking down at the one in his hand. The title was almost mocking him, but he couldn’t blame his father for writing it. He had no way of knowing the betrayal his best friend would cause his son, “I don’t even know where to begin on these.” 

“Well, I’m guessing you start with the one that has an answer to your question.” Y/N picked up the letter in front of her and handed it to Bradley. 

‘A Letter in what to do with the house after I’m gone’

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The Danger Zone (Part 20) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC

Word Count: 3.8k

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Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy; Military Inaccuracies; Medical Inaccuracies; Crying; Angst; Family Drama; Deployments; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description

Summary: You go into labor.

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“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Penny cooed, grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze. Wiping your tears, she gently touched your shoulder so that you would look at her. “It’s going to be okay. I know it’s scary, but your daughter is coming, and you'll finally get to meet her.”

“But she’s early. She’s not supposed to come yet. She’s still got at least another week,” you whimpered, clutching your bump protectively as more tears streamed down your cheeks. “And Jake’s not here yet.”

“I know, he's not," Penny replied softly, trying to calm you.

"And I can't do it without him!"

"Honey, we need to go to the hospital right now." Penny was still soft with her voice, but there was an edge of force there too. "Your water broke. So, we have to go. Okay?" And though you were still crying, you didn't fight Penny as she led you back to your bedroom. "Come on, let's get you into some clean clothes and then we'll go."

Penny gave Maverick a look before closing the door behind her. He moved to grab a mop and clean up the fluid. Hastily pulling out his phone, Maverick pressed on Bradley's name before balancing his phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Hey, Mav, what’s up?” Rooster asked, picking up on the third ring.

“Has Jake landed at base yet?”

“No, I think he’s still a few hours out. Why?”

“Her water just broke.”

“Are you shitting me?” Rooster questioned quietly. 

“No, I’m not. And she’s already upset and crying. Penny’s getting her ready for the hospital."

"Has she mentioned him?"

"She said that she can't do it without him."

"Jesus Christ."

"Check with Cyclone about Jake.”

“I’ll go now and call you back.”

“Alright, I’m going to be driving them to the hospital.” Maverick glanced at your bedroom before turning back to his conversation with Rooster. “Penny's taking care of her."

"I'll try my best to get him there as soon as possible."

Maverick hung up the call and turned to see Penny leading you out of your bedroom. He jogged over and grabbed the hospital bag before standing on your other side. You were still silently crying but didn’t fight them as they pulled you out to the car. 

“I’ll move the car seat to the back for now," Maverick stated, pulling it out and putting it in the trunk.

Penny got you situated in the backseat before climbing into the back on the other side. Maverick closed the trunk and ran around to start the car. You leaned back in your seat and closed your eyes as tears streamed down your cheeks. Penny rubbed your back as Maverick pulled out of the driveway and headed for the hospital.

"You're going to be okay," Penny assured you, giving your hand a squeeze. "Just focus on your breathing."

“Traffic is horrible,” Maverick cursed, taking a right down a side road. 

“They’re doing all of that construction,” Penny sighed, turning to you as you let out a whimper. Timing your contraction, Penny held your hand. “We’ll get you there soon.”

"Why couldn't she wait?" you whimpered, staring down at your bump. "Why does she have to come now? When he's not here."

"Babies come when they're ready, not when it's convenient," Penny replied softly, rubbing your arm.

Maverick glanced back in the mirror at you and his heart broke at how defeated you looked. All he could do was hope that the baby wasn’t in a rush and that Jake would land soon. 

“I need Jake,” you cried, causing Penny to hug you tighter into her side. "I need him. I can't do it, Penny."

“You can do it, Honey. It's going to be alright. Jake will be home soon, and he'll be right at your side as soon as he can."

“It’s not fair,” you sobbed, causing Maverick’s jaw to lock into place. “It’s not fair.”

~~~~~

Rooster strode through the halls of NAS North Island with a determined look. He shared a short conversation with Cyclone’s secretary before hurriedly knocking on the door. Cyclone called for him to enter and Rooster stepped inside. Giving Cyclone a half-assed greeting, Rooster didn’t pause until he was standing in front of Cyclone’s desk. 

“What’s wrong, Rooster?”

“How far away is Hangman?”

“About two hours as a guess. Why?” Cyclone asked, leaning forward.

“My sister’s water broke. She’s on her way to the hospital right now,” Rooster explained quietly, tension radiating off of him. “And I’m trying to figure out if her husband’s going to be there for her or not.”

Cyclone nodded and turned to his computer. Typing in some quick commands, he turned back to Rooster. 

“His ETA is a little less than three hours.”

“Three hours?” Rooster repeated dejectedly. It was clearly not the answer that he was hoping for. 

“Is she progressing quickly?”

“I don’t know. I’m still waiting for Maverick to call me.”

“Unfortunately, there’s nothing else we can do to get him here earlier. But you have clearance to be there waiting for him. I’ll have him dismissed immediately, given the circumstances.”

“Thank you, sir.”

~~~~~

You were led to a wheelchair and slowly sat down. Maverick quickly pushed you into the hospital. Penny ran alongside the two of you and held the door open. You were immediately admitted, and Maverick and Penny waited out in the hall while you were assessed.

“Rooster says that Jake is three hours out,” Maverick sighed, causing Penny to nod slowly. “Cyclone’s dismissing him as soon as he arrives. Rooster is going to bring him here. I just hope that the traffic isn’t too bad, and this kid isn't in a rush.”

"I'm worried about her, Pete," Penny stated quietly, resting her hand on her chest. "She hasn't been herself for weeks."

"I know," Maverick sighed, rubbing his face. "I don't know what to do. If we tell her that he's coming, she might get better, but if she has to deliver the baby sooner, she's going to fight it. And if we don't tell her, and Jake gets here after the baby's born, I'll feel like I betrayed her."

"Let's not jump to decisions right now," Penny replied, causing Maverick to nod. "Let's just wait and talk to the doctor and see how she's doing."

When the doctor stepped out of the room, Penny and Maverick quickly turned to her. She walked over and greeted them before getting straight to business.

"She's about five centimeters dilated now. Her blood pressure is a little high, but we're monitoring it. The baby is healthy. After talking with her, it sounds like she was in early labor since yesterday evening." Penny and Maverick shared a look before turning back to the doctor. "I'm assuming that she didn't tell you?"

"No, she didn't," Maverick stated, resting his hands on his hips.

"Has she expressed any fear of labor to you or anyone else?"

"Not exactly."

"Her husband is deployed," Penny explained quietly. "She hasn't really been herself since he left and we're worried that she's going to try and fight labor because he's not here."

"I see," the doctor replied, nodding slowly.

"He's coming home today, but we didn't tell her before her water broke. We're worried about telling her now."

"How far away is he?"

"A little more than two hours probably," Maverick stated, causing the doctor to pause for a moment.

"How fast is she progressing?"

"She'll deliver in a few hours, if she keeps going as she is now."

"A few hours?"

"Somewhere between three to five, I would guess."

"Shit," Maverick sighed, rubbing his face again.

"Can I check on her?" Penny asked, causing the doctor to nod and walk off. Turning to Maverick, she squeezed his shoulder, knowing that he was going to run off and try and get Jake here sooner. "Get him here, Pete."

"Just keep her as calm as you can. And if the baby has to come, the baby has to come."

They shared a quick kiss before heading to their separate missions. You were laying on your hospital bed on your side, clutching something to your chest. There were several monitors hooked up to you and Penny walked around the bed.

"How're you doing?" Penny asked softly, brushing her hand down your back.

She paused when she looked down and saw that you were clutching one of Jake's shirts. Your nose was buried in the fabric, and you were clearly trying to soothe yourself with it.

"She's coming," you replied quietly.

"She is," Penny agreed, nodding slowly. "It'll be alright."

You didn't respond and simply closed your eyes and held Jake's shirt to your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing.

~~~~~

Jake stared out at the wide blue sky in front of him. Trying to not get antsy and pull a Hangman, as Rooster would have said, Jake took a breath. Glancing at the photo of the two of you as you held up a picture of your ultrasound, Jake nodded to himself before turning forward once again. 

“I’m coming home, Honey. Just a little longer.”

~~~~~

You stared at the ceiling as the nurse walked off. It seemed that your daughter would be arriving in a few short hours. Resting your hands on your bump, you simply sat there, staring blankly ahead. 

“We haven’t even picked a name yet,” you told Penny softly. “We couldn’t decide on one.”

“What about a middle name?”

“Caroline. For my mom.”

"Of course," Penny stated, watching your expression worriedly. "But don't worry about her name right now. It's a big decision. And there's nothing wrong with thinking carefully about it."

“How did you decide on Amelia?” 

“Amelia Earhart,�� Penny stated, causing you to raise an eyebrow. 

“I thought your ex was a sailor?”

“He is, yeah.”

The two of you shared a small smile and laugh. But as the humor faded and you were left with the realization that Jake wouldn't be there to name your daughter with you, you worked yourself up all over again.

“I don’t want to have to name her without him,” you whispered, your voice breaking again. 

Penny got up and pulled you in for a hug, whispering soft words as you let more tears fall. You took in a shaky breath and curled against her chest, already emotionally drained. 

“He should be here. He should get to be here. He wanted to be here.”

Penny rocked you gently and stared out the window, hoping that she would see the Bronco driving down the road towards the hospital. Giving you another squeeze, she held you by your shoulders and offered you a reassuring motherly smile. 

“He loves you. And he loves your baby. And I know that he’s going to come home to you as soon as he can.”

~~~~~

Rooster paced anxiously as Hondo stood behind him, keeping an ear to the radios. Jake’s plane was due soon and Rooster wasn’t able to sit still with the knowledge that your labor was progressing quickly. Holding his hand to his chin, Rooster kept his gaze to the ground and his feet constantly moving to occupy himself. 

“They’re starting the landing sequences now,” Hondo told Rooster. 

He turned and stared at the approaching planes. Holding himself back until he knew that it was safe to approach, Rooster strode forward with the ground crew. And then he started running when he spotted Hangman climbing out of his plane. 

“Hangman!” he yelled, causing Jake to pick his head up sharply. “Let’s go!”

Jake jumped down the ladder, hearing the urgency in Bradley’s voice, and hurried over.

“What’s wrong?” Jake yelled, reaching Bradley quickly.

“Her water broke. She’s in labor,” Rooster told him as they both ran, causing Jake to freeze for a second. 

“She’s not due for another week and half!”

“Take it up with your daughter! And get your ass in gear!”

~~~~~

“Fuck, it hurts,” you sobbed, rocking your hips as you buried your face in your arms. 

You were bent over the hospital bed as your contractions grew more intense. You felt like you could barely stand when your contractions hit now, which only meant that your daughter was even closer to being born. Letting out another whine of pain, your grip tightened on the bed.

“Breathe. You’re doing so well,” Penny coached you, helping you rock your hips. “You're doing amazing."

Penny helped you straighten up as the contraction ended. You took a moment to steady yourself and let the pain subside. Penny pulled out her phone when she felt it buzz and saw Maverick’s text. She read through it quickly before moving to help you again.

She didn’t speak, knowing that you were trying to focus. But Jake was coming. He was on his way. He was coming to be here for the birth of your daughter. 

~~~~~

“This is your definition of a short cut!?” Jake complained loudly.

With the heavy traffic built up in front of them, Jake held his hands to his face and let out a groan of frustration. With the highway a disaster due to construction, they decided to take back roads. But so did everyone else. They had been stuck at this same light for two full rotations and Jake felt like he was going to scream. Actually, he was already screaming.

“I told you that you should have taken a left!”

“It was impossible!” Bradley snapped back, focused forward. 

“Then let me drive!”

“So that you can get us into an accident!? No!”

Jake tugged at his hair, trying to keep calm. But he was rapidly failing. You were only a few miles away, in labor with your daughter, and he came all of this way, and he was still going to miss it. Because of stupid traffic. 

“Move!” Jake and Bradley yelled as soon as the light turned green. 

~~~~~

Closing your eyes, you breathed in and out as you listened to soothing music, trying to prepare yourself for the next part. 

“Everything looks good,” your nurse told Penny, who smiled and nodded in thanks. 

Penny walked around to the side of the bed that you were facing, and her expression softened when she saw that you were cuddling one of Jake’s shirts again, trying to soothe yourself with the lingering scent. Looking out the window, she sighed. 

“Get here quickly, Seresin.”

~~~~~

“Should I just run at this point!?” Jake yelled, sitting up in his seat. 

“It’s five miles!”

“I’ve run further!”

“This is still faster,” Bradley countered, causing Jake to huff and hold his head in his hands. 

“I can’t just sit here like a useless asshole while she has our baby!”

“I’m not asking you to just sit there! Just calm down!"

“Would you be calm if our positions were reversed!?”

“On the outside, yes.”

“Bullshit!”

“It’s not bullshit!”

While Jake and Bradley continued to bicker, a Kawasaki pulled up alongside them. Maverick looked into the Bronco and frowned when he saw Bradley and Jake arguing, completely ignoring him. He revved the engine, but it didn’t seem to get their attention. 

“Jake!” 

“We should have just stayed on the highway!” Jake argued loudly. 

“Bradley!”

“I’m trying the best that I can! Why don’t you try navigating for once!?” Bradley yelled back. 

“Hello!?”

Getting off of his bike, Maverick stalked forward and banged his fist on the glass, causing Jake and Bradley to finally turn to him. Bradley lowered the window down as Maverick shot them both a look. 

“Are you two finished?”

Jake hopped out of the Bronco got onto the back of the Kawasaki without another word. Maverick sped down the street, weaving in and out of traffic, and heading straight for the hospital. 

~~~~~

Penny squeezed your hand when she noticed how terrified you were. Your daughter was coming into the world shortly whether you were ready for her or not. 

“I can't do this,” you whispered shakily. “She can’t be coming now. I’m not ready. I can’t do it.”

“Of course, you can do it.”

“No, I can’t! I can’t do it!” you sobbed, looking absolutely stricken with fear. “I want to go home, Penny! I can’t do this!”

“Yes, you can,” Penny replied more firmly. “Hey, you’ve been preparing for this moment your whole pregnancy. You took the class, read the books, and you made a plan. You’re ready to do this. You can do this. You’re stronger than you think.”

“She can come another day.”

“No, she can’t. She’s coming today. And I know that’s scary. Believe me, I was terrified when I was in your position. But then Amelia was born, and all of that fear and pain disappeared. Because I had my beautiful daughter in my arms. And you’ll get that moment too. And I’ll be here with you for it, okay?”

“She better not have his big fat head," you cried out.

~~~~~

Jake jumped off the Kawasaki and ran into the hospital. Maverick had informed the front desk people about the situation, and they quickly got him checked into the ward.

Rushing down the hall, Jake weaved in between nurses, patients, and family members, searching for your room number. Penny stepped out of your room and waved for him.

Jake hurried the rest of the way down the hall. You sat up on your head, confused at why Penny rushed to the door. But when your husband appeared out of seemingly nowhere, still in his flight suit, you couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Jake!"

He rushed to your side and pulled you in for a hug. You latched onto your husband, sobbing tears of relief and joy as he pressed a series of kisses to your head. Turning his head, Jake gave you a soft and loving kiss before pulling back and resting his head against your own.

"You're here," you breathed out, cupping his cheeks with your hands. Like you weren't convinced that he was real.

"I'm here," he assured you. "I thought that I would surprise you. But it looks like Baby Girl surprised us first."

"She is your daughter, after all."

Penny smiled at the interaction and looked down the hall to see Maverick walking over with a bag for Jake. He stood beside Penny as you and Jake talked softly, sharing a kiss every few seconds.

"I think I'll just leave this on the chair," Maverick joked, causing Penny to smack him lightly on the chest.

"He made it?" the nurse asked, looking into your room.

"He made it."

Jake reluctantly left your side for a moment to change out of his flight suit and take a quick shower to get the smell of jet fuel and sweat off of him before returning to your side. Maverick and Penny said their goodbyes before you and Jake were left alone.

Your contractions were growing more intense and closer together and not even fifteen minutes after Jake arrived, your nurse assessed you one last time.

"I'm going to get the doctor. You're fully dilated."

Jake squeezed your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it as the nurse hurried off. More people started to walk into the room to get you prepped for delivery, but your eyes never left Jake. He leaned over a pressed a kiss to your forehead.  

"She's coming," you breathed out, holding tightly to your husband.

"She is," Jake agreed, trying to keep his voice level. "And I'm here for you through the whole thing, alright? You let me know what you need me to do and I'll be there."

"I know, Jake," you replied, smiling nervously. "I love you."

"I love you too," Jake stated, pressing a kiss to your wedding band. "Let's meet our daughter."

~~~~~

In the waiting area, your family sat around anxiously for news about you and the baby. They were all lounging around, guessing about your status, when the nursery tune played overhead. 

“You think that was them?” Maverick asked Penny.

“It could be. We'll have to wait a little longer to find out.”

~~~~~

"She's here!"

You let out a choked sob, leaning back against the hospital bed as the doctor lifted your daughter up so that you could see her. Jake stood, frozen, as the doctor placed your daughter down on your chest for some skin to skin.

Cuddling your daughter, who was still screaming at the top of her lungs, you laughed incredulously, tears blurring your vision. You held her little head to your cheek, turning to Jake with the most lovestruck expression he had ever seen.

Jake, breaking out of his frozen state, slowly straightened up and pressed a kiss to your lips. You smiled up at him before turning back to your daughter.

“She’s here,” you croaked out, laughing incredulously. “Holy shit, she’s actually here.”

“You did amazing,” Jake praised you, staring down at your daughter with a sense of awe. “She’s . . . she’s so beautiful.” Pressing another shaky kiss to your head, he added, "She’s perfect.”

The next few minutes was a bit of a haze, but soon enough, you were cuddling your daughter to your chest again. Resting your hand on her back and keeping her secure, you smiled to yourself and took in the moment. You looked up at Jake, and smiled, almost feeling like you were on cloud nine.

"Do you want to hold her?" you asked softly.

"Of course, I want to hold her. But did you want more time with her?"

"Just hold your daughter, Jake."

Jake sat down in a chair and a nurse brought your daughter over to him. He took off his shirt and accepted your daughter into his arms. The nurse gave him some quick instructions before stepping back to give the two of them their first moment together. You smiled as you watched them from your bed.

"Hi, sweetheart," he breathed out softly, not wanting to startle her. Gently running his finger through her short hair, Jake sniffled as he felt her move against him. "I can't believe you're finally here." Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he held his head there for a moment. "I love you so much, sweetheart. And I promise you that I'll tell you that every day that I have."

Your daughter stuck her tongue out at him, causing Jake to smile to himself, before turning back to you. 

“I guess it’s not just the two of us anymore,” he stated softly.

“No,” you agreed, looking down at your daughter. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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[vintagemulti]

hi all. not dead. not sure if you’ll ever get an update. sorry for anyone who was waiting on the series being finished. if anyone wants to know how i planned them to end, dm me and i’ll give you the details.

thank you all for your continued love and support. i never would have kept writing without all of you. the series will stay unfinished for now but i might come back to them one day, i’ve just lost my motivation for them tbh. maybe one day.

all my love, all the time.

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[thewulf]

Oh, Honey || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - Maybe a Jake x reader where the dagger squad and jake accidentally make her feel insecure? Like Jake and reader have been dating for a couple months so Jake wants to introduce her to them. So Jake throws a little bonfire bbq at his place and the daggers come to meet her... Read Rest Here

A/N: Changed up the ending a smidge. Hope you still love it!! :) My fav trope - angst to fluff, miscommunications galore!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Word Count: 2,000k +

Brushing down your dress for probably the fifteenth time you let out a slow sigh while looking over yourself in the mirror. You were nervous, terribly nervous. You’d been dating Jake for four months now. You’d learned all about his friends at work. The people he spent more time with than anybody. The people he’d grown to love and adore after going on life threatening missions. See, they kept the group together as a tactical unit after their surprising success bombing the uranium facility. Even more so of a reason to bond. They were the best of friends now. And you were the girlfriend.

Being so nervous you hadn’t heard Jake walk in and watch you with cautious eyes. He too knew you were nervous. You were gentle. So damn gentle. That’s why he went for you. He was so tired of going after the same type of girl and getting the same results, nothing. He’d tried for years and years without much success. The over bubbly bottle blonde wasn’t what was going to suit his fancy. No. It was you.

He'd run into you in the last of places he really expected at the library. His sister and nephews were in town, and they wanted to go. So, he obliged. And thank goodness he did. He always counted his lucky stars with how fortunate he felt that he’d met you.

“You look beautiful.” He spoke in a softer than usual voice trying not to startle you into oblivion.

You still jumped. A small smile brushed across your lips as you spotted him in the doorway of his bedroom, “You scared me.” You let out a soft laugh not really responding to him.

He walked over to you and brought you in for a warm embrace, “Sorry darlin’.” A light but breathy chuckle came from above you. Closing your eyes, you breathed him in slowly trying to slow you rapidly beating heart, “They’re going to adore you.” He whispered before placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

You nodded gently into his chest, “I sure hope so.” Your wanted to curse as you heard your voice waver unfavorably. Surely, that was going to give you away.

He gave you a gentle squeeze, “You have nothing to be worried about darlin’. If you can handle me you can handle them.”

You giggled at his efforts to calm you down, “You’re quite the handful Jake.”

He hummed, “Maybe so.” He had to agree. But before he could really counter he heard the knocks at his front door, “They’re here.” He clicked his tongue gauging your reaction. Had he calmed you down? Were you going to be okay? Was it too soon? He wanted to collapse in on himself. He’d surely has never been so unsure of himself. He knew how much he liked you. Even loved you. He knew he wanted it to be you. He was so sure of that. But he was so unsure of how to make that happen. Love was always so fleeting for him. He wanted to make sure you would stay. You would always want to be around him. He never knew how to act. But he must’ve been doing something right as you stuck right by his side for the better part of the last four months.

“You don’t say.” You grinned up at him as he pulled away.

He rolled his eyes before giving your side a playful pinch, “Smart ass.”

“Come on. Let’s go get your friends.” You nodded towards the door letting him lead the way. You were trying to put on a brave face, but damn were you terribly nervous.

You heard Natasha’s voice from the side of the house, “I’m really surprised you went for her.” Your breath caught in your throat as you failed to listen to the rest of the comment. ‘She’s so sweet and kind!’ But you didn’t hear that as you back up against the door. Well damn. At least you had thought it was going well.

You heard the group laugh and agree in confirmation. Shit. You really had misread the backyard throughout the night. You thought you and Bob were agreeing on so much. You really thought Natasha wanted to go shopping with you after you told her all the good local spots that didn’t include the gross megamall that swam with people you tried to avoid. You and Javier bonded over your love of the San Diego Padres. But maybe you were wrong. Maybe you’d really misread the situation that badly.

“Agreed! She’s not ridiculously tall and blonde and super talkative.” You could’ve sworn that was Bob’s voice speaking up. It seemed out of character for him. But he clearly didn’t like you. You backed yourself right back into the house. You didn’t hear the ‘She’s an actual human being that can have a real conversation. She’s great Jake,’ from him.

Instead, you frantically grabbed your phone from your back pocket. Thinking too fast you shot Jake a text,

Hey, not feeling super great. Crazy nauseous. Think I’m going to head home.

What you weren’t expecting was his insanely fast response. You thought he’d be engrossed in some conversation or agreement about you. Were you really that bad? Was he agreeing with them? It certainly didn’t sound like he was disagreeing with them.

Hold on darlin. Don’t go. I’ll be right in.

Your eyes went wide as you realized you really didn’t have time to slip out the front door like you’d planned. He’d be walking in the side door any second now. Damn you really hadn’t thought this through. You couldn’t lie to the man. No, you were an awful liar. Terrible actually.

You walked away from the door but just a moment later it clicked open. Jake’s big green eyes softening once he spotted you on the other side of the living room looking more frantic than ill. His eyes scanned your figure for any other signs of what was actually going on. He didn’t waste a second once he’d finished his once over. He walked right on up to you.

“What’s the matter love? My cooking isn’t sending you home is it?” He scanned you again with nothing but concern in his eyes. You didn’t really seem sick. You were just skiddish. He was used to this. Earlier on in the relationship he had to dance around you. Let you get used to his presence. He was so careful with you. And you bloomed right under him into something of your own. You got comfortable with him. Opened up like a book to him. Trusted him more than anything in the world.

“I’ve been feeling a little gross all day.” It wasn’t really a lie. You have felt gross all day. You’d been remarkably nervous over the entire thing.

He cocked his head to the side in slight confusion. He read you like a book though, “Honey, they love you!” He gave your arms a squeeze in reassurance. He seemed so adamant. He didn’t seem like he was lying to you. He seemed so confused. Had you missed something?

“It didn’t sound like it.” It slipped so quickly from your mouth you weren’t sure if you said it out loud or in your head. It was a tossup really.

His face dropped immediately, “What’re talking about darlin’?” His face was laced with nothing but confusion. You’d definitely missed something.

You pursed your lips. Oh well, secrets already out, “She said she was surprised you went for somebody like me.” Your eyes dropped in shame. You felt a little guilty for listening In on their conversation meant for their own ears only.

He pulled your eyes up to look at his, “Then what?” He asked.

You shook your head in confusion, “They all agreed.” You sighed. Why was he making you repeat what you heard.

He shook his head slowly, still holding your chin in his hands, “No love. She said you were sweet. That you were kind. She really likes you. Said she can’t wait for you to take her shopping.”

Well shit. How had you missed that? Your stitched your eyebrows together as you looked for any sign that he could’ve been fooling you. You couldn’t find a sign, “But then Bob said I wasn’t a blonde or talkative.” You repeated trying to justify your actions.

“Oh honey.” He laughed at the situation, not at you. He’d never dream about laughing at you, “You don’t know him well enough to know he was being sarcastic. He said that you were so fun to talk to, could hold an actual conversation.” He ran a hand down your arm trying to give you the reassurance you so clearly needed.

Shaking your head, you felt the nerves bubble back up. You definitely missed that, “I must’ve walked back inside.”

He wrapped you in another tight embrace. This one felt more necessary than the rest. He could feel how anxious you were. How saddened you looked at the thought of his friends not liking you. It warmed his heard at how much you wanted to be accepted by them. You knew how much they meant to him.

“Wish you would’ve stuck around.” He mumbled into your hair while rocking you back and forth ever so gently, “Even had Rooster singing your praises.”

You smiled as you finally started to believe him fully. He wouldn’t have lied to you like that, “Really?” You asked softly. You cheek was resting on his chest as he held you in his comfortable embrace.

“Yeah,” He chucked before pulling you closer into him, “I think they may ever like you more than me. I know Bradley does.”

Your heart swelled with all the love you felt for the man. He always knew what to say. He had a way with words that always left you feeling all the love, “Like that’s hard to do.”

He let out a full belly laugh now, “There she is. There’s my smart ass of a girl.”

“You like it.” You countered, pulling away from his strong hold on you.

He nodded, “I love it.”

You couldn’t help but to smile at that comment, “Noted.”

He hummed before dropping his arms from his hold on you, finally letting you squirm away, “Know what else I love?” He asked. He had a mischievous smirk dancing across his face.

Not having a clue what was coming next you innocently answered his question, “What’s that Jake?”

“You.”

A small gasp escaped your throat. Eyes widening and pupils surly dilated, you gave him nothing but a shocked stare, “What?” Finally squeaked out of your mouth after a few long moments.

“I love you.”

You gaped at him. Now of all times? Now?

“Jake! You dropped that bomb right now?” Your head was dizzy with thoughts. How could you face them again after he just did this to you.

He shrugged, “I think I’ve known for a while. They just helped me realize it.” One of the things you loved about him was the complete lack of pressure to respond to it. He didn’t expect it. He knew you took things slow. He was hardly offended. But he knew he loved you and he needed you to know it.

That was when it all clicked for you too. You loved him too. You loved him beyond your wildest measures. You don’t think you’d be able to live a life without him anymore. He’d changed you completely. Changed you whole.

Your eyes found his again. Yours scanned his pretty tanned face. He was smiling. Patient face on as he waited for your response. Your legs felt like jelly when your eyes finally locked with his, “I love you too.”

The smile that lit his face could make you happy for the rest of your life. God, you couldn’t wait to keep making him smile like that. You knew you were in trouble when he picked you right up in his arms kissing any part of you that he could get his mouth on and whispering sweet ‘I love you’s’ in between. The group be dammed.

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[chiabeanz]

not to be crude or anything but i need him in my bed, like, right now.

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[foreverrandomwritings]

Actions Speak Louder Than Words - Part 6

Summary: Unexpected news hits the duo's household Sunday morning. It takes them out of town for the week. Will things be the same as when they left? Will Mute finally tell Fanboy about her feelings? 

Pairings: Romantic!(slow burn) Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x Afab!OC

Warnings:Death, alcohol, shitty childhood, that’s it?

Word count:4847

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Sunday morning in the duos household started out relatively normal. It was much like a morning they would spend together back in Virginia. Waking up around the same time and going into the kitchen to make breakfast together. Then they would pick out a show or movie to watch as they ate.The phone call from John’s father had felt just as normal when his name popped up on John’s phone. But as he answered the phone he could hear the sadness in his voice 

“Hey John, is Jane there with ya?” The older man asked his son. Jane paused the tv so they would be able to hear him better. John turned the call to speakerphone. 

“Yea, what’s wrong Papa?” John looked at Jane as he placed the phone on the table in front of him. A sense of dread settled into the both of them when they heard a sniffle on the other end. 

“It’s your Nonno. He had a heart attack last night and passed away.” Jane gripped her backseater's hand at the news. John gave her a confused look as their eyes connected. Jane understood what the look was trying to convey. How was his beloved grandfather dead? They had just spoken to the man earlier that week. 

“We’ll talk to our Captain and be on our way as soon as we can be.” Jane spoke for John. He was already in the first stage of grief. Denial. 

Even though Jane was extremely close to his family, it being the only one she really knew. She knew she had to be strong this time. She had to take care of John like he so often took care of her. She would be mighty. She would stride. For both of them. 

“Good Morning Captain Mitchell. I’m sorry to be calling you this Sunday. But John's grandfather passed away last night. I was wondering if we could have a couple of days to go and help with everything?” Jane spoke into the phone as she started packing John's bag for him. She went through his drawers grabbing out clothes and stuffing them in the bag. She slipped into the closet grabbing the bag that contained his black suit that was for weddings and funerals. 

“I’m sorry for your guys’ loss, kid. Take the week and let me know if you need any more than that. I’ll handle Vice Admiral Simpson and Vice Admiral Bates for you guys tomorrow.” She was relieved that she wouldn’t have to make that phone call. 

“Thank you so much Captain Mitchell. I’ll keep you posted as soon as I know more.” She told the man on the other end of the phone as she walked into John’s bathroom. She rushed around the small room quickly, grabbing all the essentials he’ll need. 

“Let me know if you guys need anything while you're gone or when you get back.” She let out a shaky breath pausing in the middle of John’s room looking around. She was mentally checking off everything she had grabbed to see if there was anything he might need. 

“We will, thank you again. Have a good rest of your Sunday.” Jane grabbed John’s phone charger and an extra pair of shoes.

“I’ll see you both when you get back. Goodbye Lieutenant.” She could hear John on the phone with his father as she exited his room moving towards her own. 

“Goodbye.” she told the captain, grabbing her bag and packing it quickly. Throwing her phone in the pocket of her sweatpants as the call ended. She grabbed a black dress from her closet. She moved into her bathroom once she had everything from her room. As she finished her bag she moved to the living room to usher John out the door. He was sitting on the couch staring at the blank tv in front of him. 

“John, are you ready to go?” she asked him quietly, his green eyes found her blue ones and she could see tears forming. She dropped the bags on the floor and rushed towards him. He wrapped his arms around her middle digging his head into her stomach as she came to stand between his legs. He took in a deep breath before he started sobbing silently. Jane could feel a wet spot forming on her shirt from his tears. She ran her fingers through his hair, an action she had done many times when he had trouble falling asleep and found himself curled up in his best friend's bed. 

“Let it all out John. I’m here, I’ve got you.” She stood there for a while letting him squeeze her as he cried. As his breathing started to steady he pulled back looking up at her. His green eyes were red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears. He looked so small as he sniffled before her. 

“What do you need from me?” She asked him as she held his face in her hands. 

“I just want to go home.” His raspy voice let out. 

“I got our bags packed so we can leave right now.” Her eyes darted towards the bags by the front door. He nodded once as she stepped out of his hold. He stood up and grabbed his keys from the bowl on the kitchen table. He handed them to her as he opened the front door. She grabbed their bags and locked up the house. Then they were off for their five hour road trip. 

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When they arrived at the vineyard the driveway was packed with cars. It looked like most of the family was already there. They would probably have more flying in over the next couple of days from Italy. John’s parents, his fathers parents, his siblings and their families all lived close together. But his aunts, uncles, cousins, great aunts and great uncles all lived in Italy. 

“Sarmeo Potenti.” Jane said as she grabbed her best friend's hand. He had reached the acceptance stage of grief on their drive there. Deciding that he would need to be the one to hold it together for his family. While John planned on being strong for everyone else Jane knew she had to be strong for him.

"Cammineremo." John replied, squeezing her hand before leading them both inside. They were both swarmed by his family as they entered the large mansion. His brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews all rushed up on them. All of them coming from different directions and different rooms. 

“Are those my amazing Navy children I hear?” Jane and John both perked up at the sound of the woman's Italian thick voice. 

“Mamma.” John pulled the woman into his arms. Her beautiful laugh filled the space as he spun her around. 

“Put me down John. I need to go and love on my daughter now.” He set her down and she pulled his face down to kiss his cheeks. Then she turned to Jane. Jane gave her a big toothy grin, one that wasn’t shown very often. But this woman standing in front of her had made her feel love that she had never felt from her own family. She had made her feel at home every time she saw her.  

“Oh my beautiful girl. Come here now.” she gestured for Jane to give her a hug and the red head didn’t hesitate. There was something about the way she hugged her that made all the stress leave Jane’s body. She pulled back and kissed Jane's cheeks. 

“Have you guys eaten anything in the last couple of hours?” She asked both of them. Jane shook her head, smiling at the woman. She always knew how to take care of them. 

“Not since breakfast. We left as soon as we got the call.” She shook her head at them muttering under her breath about how irresponsible they were. 

“Follow me then. I just made an early dinner. Plus your father and Nonna are in the kitchen and will want to see the both of you.” They followed her steps as she weaved through the crowd of people and the maze of the hallways. 

“How are they doing?” John asked her as his eyes scanned the rows and rows and rows of pictures on the walls. There were ones of every big life event for John and his five siblings. There were baby pictures of the Grandkids and some of their kindergarten graduations and high school graduations. There were even ones of Jane up there. Pictures of her at graduation and a few from over the years when they could make it home for holidays. 

“As well as you can expect. Nonna is the one who decided to take him to the hospital when he started to complain about his chest hurting. We just didn’t get there in time. He died an hour after we arrived. His DNR meant they couldn’t do anything to bring him back.” Sadness leaked from her voice as she spoke. John and Jane looked at each other with tears in their eyes. 

“Is everyone else flying in?” Jane piped up as they entered the kitchen. All of the children and grandchildren were already here so she could only assume the extended family would be flying in. 

“Yes they are dear.” Nonna’s voice said before Jane was gathered into another hug. Cigars and sandalwood filled her nose. She squeezed back as a hand came to rub against her hair. 

“Hello Papa.” Jane said into his chest. Nonna was fussing over John in the background. 

“Hello Jane.” He said as he pulled back. Jane kissed his cheeks earning a tear filled smile from the man. Even with the events that called them here he still looked at her with love and pride. He looked at her like she had desperately wanted to be looked at growing up. Her own father had never looked at her like that.

“Don’t hog her Giovanni.” His mother said as she pushed him out of the way. He went over to John pulling the tall man into a hug. 

“I’ve missed you both so much.” The gray haired woman said as she held Jane's face in her hands scanning her over. Nonna had always favored John and Jane over her other grandchildren and it was known to all of them. 

“We’ve missed you, Nonna. We were planning on visiting after we settled into Fightertown. I’m sorry we didn’t come sooner.” Jane really was apologetic that they hadn’t made it here recently to see everyone. Especially now that Nonno was no longer with them.

“Do not fret dear. He knew how much you cared for him. Now let's eat, you both look skin and bones. The Navy must not be feeding you enough.” Jane shook her head at the woman. But she knew better than to argue. Italian’s were all about their food and family. 

So John and Jane sat and ate until they felt like they couldn’t eat anymore. They talked about their new squad and their house. They promised to have the family down soon. They also promised to come and Visit more. It was the last night before chaos was to ensue so they soaked it up. 

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The week passed by in a blur. They quickly made funeral arrangements. They had family and friends flying in consistently. There were loud laughs and lots of drinking. There was enough food made to feed a whole battalion. They all spent time celebrating the life he had lived. 

They held the funeral on Thursday. As everyone that they were expecting was already there. The turn out was massive. Almost two hundred people had shown up for the man. Friends and family from Italy, some old customers of the vineyard that doubled as a bed and breakfast and many friends that he had made around town. 

The last day there was Saturday. It was bittersweet for everyone around. John and Jane always missed being around their family. They truly felt cared for and loved when they were around the rowdy bunch. They sat around that morning eating breakfast and talking.

“Aunty moot.” Their four year old niece piped up across the table. Her pigtails swinging around as she seemingly danced to a silent song. Jane always adored the way she said her callsign. 

“Yes, little bug?” The front seater responded, making a silly face at the girl. The nickname for the little one had stuck like glue with the way she was always finding little crawling critters and carrying them around. 

“Have you or Uncle Amble found boyfriends yet?” John choked on his food as the little girl spoke. The other adults around the table were all laughing at her words. They had all been wondering the same thing this week but didn’t know how to ask. 

“No honey, we haven’t.” Jane was trying to hold back a laugh at the look John was giving the little brunette. 

“Do you like anyone?” She asked before taking a bite of her pancake. 

“Yes we both do little miss nosy.” John said, pointing his fork at the girl, narrowing his eyes at her. She stuck her tongue out at him scrunching up her little nose wiggling her head. He gasped at the way she was mocking him. 

“I hate to cut this short but we gotta head out if we're gonna make it home in time for bed at a decent hour.” Jane stood and took her dishes to the sink as she spoke. Then she went back to the table gathering anything else that was dirty but not being used. 

“Do you really need to leave so soon?” Nonna questioned them. Jane and John looked at each other briefly. They knew they could get more time off if they needed. But also still being so new to the Squad meant they needed to play catch up. They had talked about it extensively the night before and decided they absolutely had to go back today. That was the most ideal so they could have a day to reset and get back in business mode. 

“We’ll be back before you know it. We have a family day coming up as well and would love for you guys to come and see us.” John went to help Jane load the dishes into the dishwasher. 

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” It was his Papas voice that responded this time. He would make sure that at least him, Mama and Nonna would be there. One of Johns sisters and her husband would be able to handle business at the Vineyard in their absence 

They were making their way out the door shortly after. Nonna grabbed a bunch of leftovers to send home with them, which she promised would survive the trip. They packed the car quickly before they were giving out hugs. 

“You deserve to be happy Jane. You should go for the guy.” Mama whispered to her as they embraced. The older woman desperately wanted the pilot to have someone that truly understood her. Someone that she could love and be loved by. 

“I’ll think about it Mama.” Jane told her reluctantly. She was already happy with the family she had, the support system that had been unwavering for so many years. But ever since she met the brown eyed wso she had hopes of more. Hopes of finding someone to love her like Papa loved Mama and Mama loved Papa. The way that Nonno and Nonna loved each other. 

“Jane we gotta go.” John’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts and her hug. 

“I love ya Mama.” Jane said to the woman that held warmth that Jane never wanted to leave. 

“I love you, my beautiful girl.” And Jane knew she meant every word of it. She’d always been sure to remind her that she was loved. Something she never was as a child. Her parents had reminded her of that fact every chance they got. 

“I will see you soon Mama.” It was a promise that they wouldn’t go so long between meetings. John quickly gave his mother a hug while Jane slipped into the passenger seat of the Bronco. She looked at the large house and all the memories it held for her best friend and their family and she was filled with happiness. 

She had never thought she’d have a family like this. Growing up she had always dreamed of it, hoping that one day she would feel the love that a true family could give her. She wished that she could go back and tell her younger self that it wasn’t just a dream. That she only had to wait a few more years, then she would have more love than she ever hoped for. 

“Ready to go?” John’s voice once again broke her from her thoughts. She turned to look at him, rolling her eyes.

“You weren’t giving me much of a choice out there. But now you’re asking nicely?” She scoffed at him. He gave her a shrug and turned the car on. 

“Wanna go to the hard deck tomorrow?” John asked her as they started down the long road past the fields of grapes. 

“You just wanna see him don’t you?” She turned the questioning onto him, teasing her eyebrows at him. She didn’t even know who he was, John’s type had been broad over the years they had known each other so she knew she would be surprised no matter who it was. She just knew he had to be a part of the squad since they hadn’t met anyone else in fightertown. 

“Maybe I do. But you can’t act like you don’t want to see Fanboy either.” She punched him in the arm at the end of his sentence.

“Don’t hit the driver, that's dangerous.” He playfully scolded her causing her to roll her eyes once again. 

“Who is the guy anyways?” Jane asked him expectantly. 

“I’m not telling you. I don’t even know if he swings my way so I’m not getting my hopes up.” That had been a problem for him in the past, crushing on someone that was straight. She had seen him heartbroken from it and really wished this time was different. 

“Fine then don’t tell me. But just for that I get all the desserts they packed for us.” She gave him a goofy smile sticking her tongue out at him as he protested. They bickered over it for a few more minutes before they came to an agreement that Jane would get sixty percent of the desserts and John would get forty percent. They drove the rest of the bouncing between talking, singing songs and Jane took a short nap. Then they switched and John slept all the way up until they pulled into the driveway of their house. 

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Sunday morning they both decided to sleep in. When they woke up they opted to catch up on some chores around the house. They ate pasta for lunch and decided to go for a run. They both slipped into running clothes and Jane gave John one of her airpods so they would be listening to the same playlist but could still talk if they wanted to. 

They stretched before Jane proposed they race and see who could make it back to the house first. John asked what the prize was and Jane asked him what he wanted. He told her that if he won she had to ask out Fanboy and if she won he would tell her who he liked. They both shook on the deal and Jane promptly pushed John making him stumble before she was taking off.

“Hey, that's cheating.” He yelled out after her as she giggled loudly.

“Your legs are way longer than mine so this just gives me a head start.” She yelled back at him. They ran about three miles jumping between leads. As they rounded the corner back to the house John started to speed up causing Jane to do the same thing. She was hot on his heels when he tripped and fell into their neighbors yard. 

“Fuck are you okay?” She asked him as she stopped next to him. Worry shot through her as her eyes scanned his body for what he hurt. 

“I think I’ll be fine. Can you help me up?” He asked her, reaching a hand up towards her. She extended her hand out to him and as they clasped together she realized she had made a mistake. He gave her a grin as he pulled her down into the grass beside him and took off to the house. He let out a triumphant welp as he stepped foot into the driveway. 

“You dick. That was definitely cheating.” She gaped at him as she made it to the driveway after him.

“You're faster than me so it was a head start. Let’s go inside. I wanna pick what you wear when you ask out Fanboy tonight.” He threw a wink at her before making his way up to the door pulling his key out of his pocket and unlocking the door. She grumbled the whole time she showered, then throughout John tearing apart her clothes that mostly consisted of sweatpants and navy gear. 

“You need to go shopping soon because your options are fucking awful.” He said from inside her closet. She laid stomach down on her bed wrapped in her towel playing on her phone as he went completely ignoring his comments. 

“Oh here we go, something good.” He said loudly before he appeared in front of her. She glanced up at him and saw a pair of black ripped jeans and a sky blue cropped tank top in his hands. She scoffed as her eyes shot back to her phone. 

“I’m not wearing that.” She told him simply, then her phone was ripped from her hands. 

“I will give you another ten percent of the desserts if you do.” She pondered the thought for a second before nodding her head in agreement. 

“Great, get dressed, I want to leave in thirty minutes.” He threw the clothes at her and made his way out of the room quickly. 

“Can I have my phone back?” She yelled after him. 

“No, I’m holding it hostage until you ask him out.” He called back, making her swear loudly. She got up and got dressed quickly. She pulled her hair into a half up bun before applying some mascara to her eyelashes. She slipped on her favorite pair of vans then she was slipping out to the living room. 

“You literally took forever. Let’s get going.” He huffed at her loudly, Jane threw up a middle finger in response. She took in his outfit as they left. John had opted for a pair of dark wash jeans and a tight fitting green top that matched his eyes almost exactly. 

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The ride over to the bar for the pair was quick and mostly John talking. He was pestering her over how she should ask out Mickey. She stared out of the car window trying to build up her confidence for the task. She figured she’d just go right in, find him and then ask him. It would be easy and quick, just like ripping off a band aid. As they pulled up to the building she slipped out of the bronco. She let out a shaky breath as she shook out her hands and jumped around a little bit. 

“Cammineremo.” John said to her playfully as he slipped past her. 

“Saremo Potenti.” She whispered out, catching up with him in two large steps. She scanned the bar swiftly looking for a certain brown eyed wso but not seeing him. Her confidence deflated slightly as she realized he wasn’t here yet or maybe not coming at all. 

“He’ll probably be by later Babe.” Her backseater had realized the absence as well. She shrugged before making her way to the bar ordering an old fashioned in hopes it would help take the edge off. John went off to find the squad deciding against drinking as he heard what Jane had ordered. 

“Hey there Mute long time no see. How’s it going?” She turned and spotted a certain blonde aviator next to her. She grunted in response as her drink was set in front of her. She took a big gulp of the liquid wincing slightly at the burn in her throat. 

“That kinda night then?” He asked her as he ordered two more of what she had. 

“Not in the mood Hangman.” she grumbled once again that night. She had quickly forgiven him that Saturday night on the beach as he apologized and told her what had happened. They had even talked a bit more and she had grown fond of him. 

“Just take the extra drink and let me know if you need anything yea?” He said sliding over another drink to her and giving her a reassuring smile. 

“Thank you.” she felt bad now that she was being rude to him. 

“It’s alright. If you wanna talk, I’m here for you okay?” she nodded at him and he was slipping away from the bar. She followed him with her eyes taking note of where the rest of the squad was in case she wanted to join them. She however did not, she sat at the bar for hours watching the door for any sign of the man she desperately wanted to see. 

Every time it opened and he didn’t walk through she became even sadder. She threw back drink after drink. John was watching her carefully, he knew this was out of character for her but he also knew that he hadn’t really seen her heartbroken before. He was tempted to go up and pull her out of the bar but knew she was a grown woman and she would tell him if she wanted to go home. 

“Do you think we should invite her back here?” Asked Phoenix as Jane downed another drink. 

“She just needs some time alone.” He looked at his best friend before his eyes flickered back to his pool partner. 

“Do you know where Mickey is tonight?” He asked the brunette, understanding flashed through her eyes at the question. She had caught the way Mute and Fanboy looked at each other more than once. So it was no surprise that the red head was disappointed with the lack of Fanboy in the bar. 

“He’s on a date. A new tech girl asked him out and he said yes.” John was surprised at the reply. He hadn’t expected for Fanboy to be going out with anyone else. He had obviously liked Jane so he wasn’t sure what made him say yes to the other woman. He glanced at his best friend again and saw her head slumped in her hands. 

“I’m gonna go and grab Jane and head out guys. We’ll see you tomorrow.” He made his way to his best friend not really waiting for any replies. He brushed past the aviator he had already gotten his hopes up for. Their hands brushed one another’s and he quickly pulled back. He missed the hopeful look on the pilot's face as their skin made contact. 

“Let’s get going honey. We’ve gotta be up early tomorrow.” He said as he slipped some money on the counter looking at the woman in front of him. She looked utterly destroyed, her mascara having run down her drink reddened cheeks, a pout on her lips. 

“Can you carry me?” She hiccuped at the end of the question. He gave her a silly smile laughing at her goofiness. 

“Of course I will, my mighty Queen. Go ahead and jump on.” He turned his back to her and she jumped onto it. Wrapping her hands around his neck to hold on her legs wrapping around his middle. He grabbed her legs as he weaved out of the bar. Going in and out of the small crowd quickly. He slipped her into the passenger seat buckling her up before slipping into the driver's side. He decided he wouldn’t tell her where Fanboy was tonight instead of being at the bar. He couldn’t handle her being anymore upset than she already was. 

“I love you so much John.” she told him as he carried her to her room. Even in her drunken state she knew she would always be able to count on the tall man. 

“I love you too Jane.” He told her as he laid her on her bed. He grabbed her a sleep shirt before he helped her get undressed. Slipping it over her head she hummed a thank you. He pulled her phone out of his pocket and put it on the charger. He laid a kiss on her forehead before he slipped out of the room. He really hoped she wouldn't feel too sick for work the next day. He hoped even more she wouldn’t be too upset with the news of Fanboys date. 

A/N: I can’t wait to start on the next chapter of this soon. Thank you all for showing support on this series!

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Fireside

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Synopsis: Jake wants to make sure his wife's terrible work week ends with a bang.

Notes: Part of the To-do List collection. Shoutout to my BB™s that listen to me drone on and on about Jake (and Glen and all 32 teeth): @cherrycola27 @roosterforme @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32 🖤

Warnings: 18+ only; smut.

Word count: 3.3k.

This week was one of those weeks Mrs. Seresin had to remind herself she loved her job. Most of the time, her clients were a joy. Even her selective clients—she enjoyed the challenge they brought.

What made her sometimes rethink her line of work were the naysayers and women who were mean to her because their husbands had wandering eyes. 

She was not looking forward to potentially taking a client to court. Her drive home was spent on the phone with her attorney and accountant, revisiting the terms of her work agreement. She always had the option to terminate a contract but needed to weigh the financial loss.

Jake knew his wife had been having a rough week, and he was determined to end it on a high note. 

Many of his higher-ups had a soft spot for his wife, and he wasn’t afraid to use that to his advantage. Yesterday, he used it to ensure he was able to leave work early today. On his way home, he picked up some groceries to surprise her with dinner—any excuse to use the outdoor kitchen.

A sucker for his wife’s three-legged best friend, Jake also came home early enough to take Ruck for a run. After their jaunt, he prepared the things that needed to be marinated for dinner before popping upstairs to shower.

Mrs. Seresin was surprised to see his truck in the driveway as she neared the house. Tempted to rush her call, she patiently sat in her vehicle and finished it. She was not surprised that Ruck was the first to greet her as she entered the house.

It was silent as she set down her things and wandered around, looking for Jake. Finally, she stumbled upon him, barefoot, shirtless, clad in gray sweatpants—slung low on his waist—and messy, wet hair. He was dicing okra and tending the grill.

“Hi, chef,” she said as she slipped out the door into the backyard. He greeted her with his bright smile. Jake stopped and sat the knife on the counter as she wrapped herself around him. She rested her cheek on his bare chest, relishing the feeling of the hair there as they hugged. The tension in her body told him her day was just like the other four this week. 

Jake kissed the top of her head, and then she looked up at him by resting her chin on his pectoral. He leaned down and kissed her lips. She pushed onto her toes to deepen it. He smiled into the kiss, and then broke it. “You should shower while I finish dinner.”

She closed her eyes and pushed her lips into a pout, pretending to think about it. “Fine.” Feigning a whine, she untangled herself. He smacked her ass as she turned to head into the house, and then he acted like he’d done nothing as he went back to cutting okra. She glanced over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at him.

The shower was a welcome reprieve from the day. She stood under the showerhead and let the water rush down her body. She replayed her day in her head before letting herself think about the evening with Jake. Curled up, with healthy pours of wine, next to the outdoor fireplace. Ruck at their feet.

Her thoughts of the evening ahead were interrupted as her stomach growled. Remembering she had skipped lunch, she quickly finished her shower to get to whatever deliciousness Jake was cooking. She had a hunch she was getting a signature Texas comfort meal.

Since his outfit was nothing but gray sweatpants, she decided on a silk tank-short set and a long cardigan. 

Ruck escorted her down to the kitchen where Jake was aerating one of their favorite red wines. She sidled up behind him and wrapped her arms around his narrow waist as he poured the last bit of the bottle into the decanter. She placed a few kisses along his spine, and then moved to stand beside him. She rested her palms on the counter as she patiently waited. Finally, he slid a glass in front of her.

Her lips curved into a soft smile. “Thank you.” She rocked onto her tiptoes to kiss him. Jake turned toward her, snaking his arm around her waist and pulling her to him. A moan escaped her as he licked into her mouth. “You were sipping while you poured!” she teased as they parted. 

He grinned, and then placed a kiss in the center of her forehead before he snagged his glass and headed back outside. “I should check the grill.” He sniggered as he walked away.

While he was grilling and sautéing, she wandered over to the fireplace. It was one of her favorite renovation projects in their home. She returned the smoke-stained, white-washed brick to its former glory.

Wine in one hand, she shuffled logs from the woodpile to the hearth, stacking them in the perfect formation. One match and a handful of fire-starter later, flames began to creep along the ridges of the logs. The wood began to char as the heat bled into the cracks.

The sun was beginning to set and it was going to be the perfect night. Cool enough the flames and a sweater provided an extra warmth, but warm enough not to be wholly dependent on the fire.

Mrs. Seresin poked and prodded logs, moving them to prolong the burn. Ruck sat just out of range of jumping embers and supervised as she worked.

Soon after the fire was blazing, Jake summoned his wife to the dinner table. Her chair was pulled out, and then he stood behind and pushed it in as she sat. She looked up at him and he bent over her to give him a thank-you kiss. 

Jake was no slouch in the kitchen, especially the outdoor kitchen. Her mouth watered as she looked at the spread on the table—fried okra, garlic parmesan crusted carrots and a quick-and-dirty smoked brisket that he had come to perfect over years sans smoker. 

“Oh! One more thing.” He jumped up and jogged over to the grill. She spied the wine bottle and topped off hers and his glasses while she waited. Finally, he came back over with a single-serve baking dish. 

The minute he sat the container down, she knew what it was. She smiled as he pulled the lid off to reveal crispy, bubbly golden macaroni and cheese. 

Jake took his seat beside her and began to fill her plate. As he filled his own, she moved her chair so they were angled toward each other and their plates touched. 

She watched Jake until he was finished and looked at her. “I hope this is helping your week end on a high note.” He gave his signature smile. 

It was infectious, and she couldn’t help but respond with a grin. “Mhmm, feed me some mac and cheese, and we’ll find out.” Jake stabbed a few cavatappi and fed them to her. She closed her eyes as she chewed, enjoying the buttery, salty combination that coated the noodles. They fed each other bites of brisket, okra and mac and cheese until their plates were empty. Never forgotten, Ruck got his own cubed piece of meat to enjoy. 

Jake shooed her away as he cleaned up after dinner, so she wandered back over to tend to the fireplace. The flames crackled as the charred wood crumbled into white ash, collecting in the hearth. She stared into the flames and nudged the embers with the poker.

“Might as well throw at least one more log on.” She turned to find Jake with another bottle of wine, refilling their glasses. He took a swig of his drink and then wandered to the logpile. He sidled up beside her to position the log among the embers. Once his hands were empty, he snaked them around her waist as he stood behind her and his lips met her temple. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his embrace. She hummed as his lips found her jaw and then her neck.

She pressed herself against him as he continued to kiss whatever bare skin he could reach. Using his chin and nose, he nudged her sweater off her shoulders to expose more. She obliged him, helping slack the fabric to rest in the crooks of her arms.

Her backside pressed against his crotch, which made him groan. His hands found their way to the waistband of her shorts. He practically growled as his fingers dipped to her bare pussy. “Before I go anything further, how exactly did you see the rest of the evening going?” The fire danced as she stared into it. They swayed ever so slightly while Jake ghosted circles on her pubic mound and peppered kisses on her neck as he awaited a decision.

A moan dropped from her mouth as he kissed her in just the right spot. She spun in his arms to face him and forced his hands to shift to her rear. Tucked under her sweater, one of his thumbs absentmindedly stroked her “good girl” tattoo. Her arms coiled around his waist as they stared at one another. 

“Well,” she began, “I was thinking I could sip wine on the couch while you ate me out.” Jake groaned and felt himself grow harder at the thought. “Or,” she continued, “it could be cathartic if you fucked me doggystyle over the back of the couch.” His breath caught in his throat. Her lip quirked ever so slightly at his reaction.

“Mmmm, I should’ve chosen white wine in case of spills.” Jake was shocked he was able to say his statement with a straight face. However, he did allow himself to look down where they were pressed chest-to-chest. 

The swells of her cleavage gave him thoughts of his cock between her tits… He needed to focus. “So my takeaway is, at some point, we should end up naked,” he clarified.

“Mhmm, yes.” Pushing onto the balls of her feet, she cupped his face as she kissed him. Jake practically melted into her. 

Her lips still on his, he followed her over to the outdoor sectional. Only then she broke the kiss to push him down and straddle his lap. His hands were immediately back under her sweater on her ass, squeezing and kneading. Meanwhile, Mrs. Seresin ground herself into his lap.

They continued to make out and she stealthily began to push his sweats down until his cock popped out. He groaned as the smooth silk of her shorts rubbed against him. She smiled as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. 

Unable to help herself, she positioned him between her pussy and her shorts, which allowed her to slide along his length. Jake felt her wetness. “Fuck.” He hissed as he leaned back, resting his head against the sofa and looking at her with hooded eyes. 

A smirk grazed her features. Without a word, she slipped off his lap. Jake groaned again, this time, at the loss of her body heat. He watched as she gathered the open wine bottle and their glasses. She handed him his glass. “Let’s drink some wine and enjoy the fire.” She kept Jake’s gaze as she took a sip from her glass.

Then she shimmied out her shorts and sweater. Jake helped her as she climbed into his lap. This time, her back to his chest. While his free hand came to rest on her lower belly, her free hand guided his cock into her heat. Jake’s head lolled back again as he reminded himself to take deep breaths. Nonchalantly, she sipped her wine as they shifted until they were both comfortable. 

Jake’s rough fingertips lazily swirled patterns on the exposed skin from her belly button to her cleft. Every now and then, he’d pick up his chin from her shoulder and trail kisses there. Mrs. Seresin was content as they watched the flames lick the inside of the chimney and the smoke tangle with the growing twilight. “The fire is getting low,” she said as she hopped off his lap. 

“Come back!” Jake whined and extended a hand in her direction. Realizing his begging was for naught, he leaned forward, tucking himself back in his sweats and setting his now empty wine glass on the table. Elbows on his knees and chin on his palms, he watched her tend the fire. Of course, Ruck was at her feet. Not in the way but close in case of emergency.

Happy with the fire, she turned to see him watching her. Her shoulders slumped a little and she pouted her lips. “Is the fun over?” She finished her wine as she came back to the table and filled both their glasses. 

“Not at all.” Jake leaned back with his hands laced behind his head. His half-hard cock glaringly obvious. “It’s a little chilly without you keeping me warm.” She grinned into her wine glass.

After setting her cup down, she ventured around the back of the couch behind him. Leaning down, she kissed the shell of his ear as her hands glided down his chest to his waistband. He closed his eyes as her fingers dipped into his pants. Meanwhile, she alternated between nipping and sucking his ear and neck.

Now he was at full mast. Legs spread wide to allow her the most room to work. One hand played with his balls, while the other ghosted along his shaft and around the head of his cock. Jake felt his muscles tightening more and more. “Keep this up, and I’ll be coming in my pants like one of the neighbor boys seeing you in your swimsuit.” 

“Mmm, could you not mention the neighbors right now.” She tugged his earlobe with her teeth. His chuckle turned into a moan. She continued to tease him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. 

“Shouldn’t I be the one edging you?” he stammered out. 

She planted a wet kiss on his neck. “But it’s way more relaxing, and fun, for me this way,” she explained. His only response was to moan as she touched him just right. One more move and he was done, so to prolong him, she recoiled.

Jake almost came off the sectional. He looked over his shoulder to see her, cleavage pushed up just right in her silk tank, chin on her fists, looking at him. “Why don’t we play out that second scenario?” She winked. 

His million-dollar smile appeared as he leapt out of his seat. Their gazes stayed locked as he rounded the sofa. He watched in awe as she grabbed the bottom hem of her tank and pulled it over her head.

Seeing her naked never ceased to amaze Jake. She leaned against the couch back, arms spread to support her, and waited until he was standing directly in front of her. “You’re wearing too much clothing,” she told him, running her knuckle from his belly button to the waistband of his pants. 

“Turn around,” he commanded, never breaking eye contact. There was a split second she thought about disobeying but decided otherwise. Quickly, Jake discarded his pants and on his way back up, he kissed a trail from the round of her ass to her neck. 

Her elbows resting on the couch, she looked at him over her shoulder. His lips finally met hers, and his hands came to rest on either side of her, caging her in. She pushed against him as they continued to make out. He knew she was getting impatient. He smiled into their kiss, and she tugged on his lip. “Hey, now!” he teased.

She did it again and pressed against him again. “Will you fuck me, please?” Jake’s smile grew wider, and he looked into her doe-eyes. She wiggled against him again, and he grunted in response. 

“Since you asked so nicely…” Before she could reply, he buried himself in her to the hilt. A gasp got caught in her throat, and Jake covered her open mouth with his while his hand found its way to her neck. 

Zero hesitation, he immediately began a steady pace. He kissed her lips one more time before directing her to bend further over the couch. She melted into the cushion, pushing up onto her toes as Jake’s hands moved to her hips. As his pace picked up, a hand eventually came to the back of her neck, pushing her further into the sofa. 

Enjoying the manhandling, she was pliant in his hands. Her whimpers and moans kept him going. Soon, the only tension in her body were her walls squeezing him. “Fuck,” he groaned out as he continued pounding into her. It was total bliss for them both as he felt her juices dripping down his balls.

Jake’s voice began to strain. “Where do you want me to come, baby?” Her answer was barely coherent and a smirk crossed his features—he’d poke fun about fucking her speechless another time. 

Ready, he slowed as he felt himself beginning to spasm. He always enjoyed watching where they connected and the oozing white ring that formed as he continued to fuck her until he was soft. Slowly, he pulled out. One hand still resting on her hip, he used his free one to catch any fallout. 

Bottom lip tucked behind his teeth, he smeared his cum back on her swollen pussy. Her sounds spurring him on, he popped two fingers into her and stroked her G spot. “Ohmygod.” It came out as one word and her legs kicked off the ground. Jake caught her thigh to hold her steady as he continued to finger fuck her.

She supported herself on her elbows as she tried to look back at him. Jake leaned over to give her the sweetest kiss while his fingers were buried inside her. “Don’t. Stop,” she said between strokes.

“Yes, that’s it, baby,” Jake cooed. He was also enjoying her squeezing his fingers. So much so, his cock was on the rise. 

She drawled his name and said, “I’m so close.”

“Good thing cum makes the best lube.” She gasped and arched her back as he plunged back into her. He slipped a big hand between her and the couch, and pressed on her lower belly. Almost immediately she began to flutter around him. Jake held her steady as her toes curled and she moaned, lacing her hands together behind her head. Her face buried into the cushions.

Carefully, he untangled himself and unfurled her onto the couch. She gladly stretched out with an arm over her face. Jake leaned over the back of the coach and watched in awe. Finally, he moved to put his pants back on. Then he sat her up and helped her back into her silk set. 

Wine glasses full, he rejoined her on the couch. She cuddled into his side. “Cheers.” She held up her glass. Jake gently touched his to hers, and they drank.

“Was that a good way to end the week?”

She burst into laughter. Jake immediately bore a confused expression. “Good? Are you kidding me?” His expression morphed to match hers. “It was excellent.” She captured his chin between her thumb and forefinger, holding him for a kiss. When she let him go, she grabbed his arm to read his watch. He observed her. “We have a few hours left to make this week end on an even higher note.” 

“What do you have in mind?” He was smirking at her. She licked her lips as she looked at him. He could tell the wheels were turning. 

She slipped off the couch, placing her wine glass on the table. “Meet me in the outdoor shower in five.” She pulled her shirt back over her head, and then she turned to look at Jake over her shoulder. She was silhouetted by the firelight. “Then maybe we can go for a night swim.” It was more of a statement than a question as she strutted away. 

Enjoying the show, Jake stayed put and watched her until she was out of sight. Then he looked into the sky, thanked his lucky stars, finished his wine and followed her.

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summary - Jake Seresin never expected much. Born the second son to the United State's current first family, Jake watched opportunity after opportunity get passed on to his older brother - including protection from the draft. While Jake was busy serving in Vietnam, he had no idea he'd be coming home to an American public that suddenly adored him. With his father's second presidential campaign on the horizon, Jake's new found popularity has his family scrambling to keep up his "Golden Boy" appearance. Without a word of his own input, Jake returns home to an almost entirely fabricated life, a public that now loves him, and a fiancée he's never even met before.

warnings - 70s au, president's son au, language, fluff, angst, drugs/drug abuse, ptsd, talks and depictions of war, gender roles, toxic family relationships, depictions of abuse, chapter specific

last update - 10/17/23

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