Tumgik
#topgun
Text
religon (hangster)
rooster was born and raised in the mitchell-kazansky house. its- eccentric, to say the least. there are notes scrawled over the table reminding maverick of his meetings. ice's shoes are lined straight near the door. its controlled chaos.
but when hangman first walks into the home, it isnt these small, minute details that jump out at him. its bradley's fingers brushing across a small mezuzah on the doorway to the house. he pays no mind. if theyre jewish, thats fine by him. it remains in the back of his mind until he comes back to the house a second time, and he spots the golden cross necklace on one of the windows. it takes him by suprise.
back in texas, the cross adorned every wall. a grey one stood above his bed, its shadow landing on jakes body as he slept in his bed. it reflected from his mothers neck as her words of poison spit out, and stayed in the background, silently surveying the scene as jake seresin ran away from his father, begging for him to stop.
here, though, in this house, it just calmly rests. it watches over the little family from its place hanging on the window.
when he stays for dinner the first time, he expects there to be prayers. there is none. he isn't unsettled, though. it just seems normal.
months pass, and slowly, jake takes up the customs that bradley does whenever he goes the the mitchell-kazansky house. he taps the mezuzah, and puts on the small kippah when he's invited to shabbos.
in the background watches the small golden cross, gleaming in the pale sunbeams that filter through the windows.
for the first time in how many years, he doesn't feel like a sinner. maybe not a saint, sure, but he knows he can turn his back to the small golden cross and just like the mezuzah, it will protect him.
100 notes · View notes
sdrose93 · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media
I've never seen this picture before ❤
34 notes · View notes
glenpowellsgf · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
my man 🤭🤭
3K notes · View notes
lostdreamr-blog1 · 5 months
Text
Beautiful Stranger
Tumblr media
Summary: Jake was talked into picking up the coffee order for the group, but little did he know he would be leaving with more than that.
Word count: 2k
A/N: Wow friends…it has been a hot minute since I have posted. Life got crazy and my motivation to write had lessened. But I am back and slowly going through my inbox requests! Thank you all for the constant love and support. Excited to put out more writing for you!
Tumblr media
Jake had no idea how he was the one picking up coffee for the group, but here he was standing in line at an overly crowded coffee shop, twenty minutes out of the way of base.
It was obvious that he didn’t fit in with this crowd. Hipster was the word that came to mind seeing the strange outfits and unruly haircuts. Someone wearing a crisp uniform and hair with every strand in perfect place screamed odd man out. He was uncomfortable to say the least and swore up and down he would never be doing this again.
Bradley told him they ordered ahead so he wouldn’t have to worry about going through the order of nearly ten coffees, but scanning the pick-up counter told him he would have to wait some.
He found a small corner out of the way of traffic and took in his surroundings. One of the benefits of a place like this meant people watching would entertain him until the order was ready.
There was a couple splitting a bagel not too far from him. It looked like something out of a cheesy movie, with the whispering and lovey smiles. He had to bite his tongue to keep from snorting out loud.
The next group he saw looked to be college students strung out on entirely way too much caffeine with the way they were frantically typing. He didn’t miss those days of cramming for exams and writing pointless papers at the last minute. But he did think he at least looked a bit more put together when he was their age. Or that’s what he told himself.
Jakes eyes nearly passed over the young woman in the opposite corner from him, quietly writing in a notebook. She was locked into whatever she was working on, despite all the noise around her. Between the music playing throughout the store, expresso machines going off, and countless conversations being had, Jake had no idea how the woman could get any work done. But here she was, chewing on the end of her pen lost in thought, not giving anything around her an ounce of attention.
He found himself starting to really look at her. She was dressed casually but somehow managed to make it look almost professional. Her hair was pulled back into one of those giant clips that he never understood how it stayed in place all day. The makeup was minimal, but she didn’t need it in his opinion.
“Hangman?” Jake nearly jumped when he heard his order called out, breaking him away from the thoughts of the random stranger across the way. He politely nodded thanks to the barista and took the two drink carriers from her. But before he walked out, he threw a quick glance over his shoulder nearly tripping over himself when he saw the woman looking up at him. He recovered as quickly as possible, making it through the door without dropping anything.
It was on the way to base that the thoughts starting spiraling out of control. Was it a coincidence that she looked up as he was leaving? Was it his call sign that pulled her attention? And if so, why? Jake shook his head, stopping himself from continuing down the rabbit hole. He had zero interaction with this woman and yet his mind wouldn’t get off her. It was early in the morning, and he wasn’t fully awake to be making rational decisions. Or at least that’s what he told himself.
Bradley and Natasha met him outside the locker room, thanking him for grabbing the coffee. He grumbled a response and went to his locker to put his things up. Bradley didn’t give much thought to the minimal interaction with the pilot, but Natasha did. “Everything go okay with the order?”
Jake nodded his head and shut his locker. “Just don’t see why you need something that expensive and out of the way when we have a perfectly good coffee machine here.” Natasha shook her head with a smirk, realizing just how out of his element he must have been.
“It’s good coffee. Can’t help that I have expensive taste.” Jake huffed out a breath, “Lord help your future husband.”
Tumblr media
It was a week later when he got a text from Natasha begging him to grab her a coffee from the same damn place. He went to reply no, when another text popped up saying she was running late and would buy lunch to make up for it. Rolling his eyes, he replied back saying he was feeling something expensive for lunch to match his taste. An emoji with a lovely hand gesture was sent back with the word “fine”, making him chuckle. At least it was one coffee this time.
Jake took a deep breath as he walked into the coffee shop, mentally preparing himself for what seemed like unorganized chaos. The place was packed with nearly ten people in line waiting to order. He looked down at his watch and saw that he was here around the same time as last week, but for some reason today was busier than before.
The counter was filled with drink orders, taking him a minute to read through all the names. His friends’ wasn’t there yet and he turned to find refuge in his corner while he waited. He looked around at the people and while they weren’t the same as before, the types of groups remained the same.
“For someone who looked like he’d rather gouge his eyes out than be here last week, you came back.” A soft voice pulled his attention down to a woman sitting at a table close to him, revealing the beautiful stranger he had just managed to stop thinking about.
Jake opened his mouth to respond, but for some reason words wouldn’t form. He could slap himself for looking like an idiot in front of her. He had never once been at a loss for words with a woman, but something about her made himself conscious of everything he did.
“I didn’t mean to call you out like that. I just didn’t expect to see you back so soon.” She was smiling up at him, making the tops of his ears burn.
“A friend was running late and asked if I could pick up her order.” It was a short statement, but the smile on the woman’s face dimmed a bit. “Must be some girl for you to put yourself through this first thing in the morning.”
Jake quickly shook his head trying to back track, “She’s my teammate and promised me lunch if I did this. Nothing more.” The woman hummed and looked back down at her notebook.
“Well, if you make this a regular thing, I am good friends with the staff and might be able to get your order out a bit quicker. Wouldn’t want you to go into crisis mode over a coffee shop.” She was biting back a smile as she poked fun at his clear discomfort of the place, but Jake couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Darlin’, you have no idea how much that would mean to me.” Why he just committed to this being a regular thing, he had no idea. But he did know he wanted to see the beautiful stranger again.
“Hangman, right?” His eyebrows shot up at the remembrance of his call sign. “Hangman is my call sign. You can call me Jake.” Her eyes sparkled in what he thought was amusement.
“Well Jake, my name is Y/N, and I would be happy to help you out. I am here most days working on things. Why don’t you give me your number so you can text me when you plan on stopping by. That way I can let my friends know to look out for your order.” This girl was nothing but confident. Jake didn’t think he had ever had a woman ask for his number before and he couldn’t get enough of it.
“Hangman?” His name was called out like last time, but instead of feeling relieved to get out of the overcrowded shop, he wanted to stay as long as possible. “Better get going, pilot. Wouldn’t want to get you in trouble.” She gave him a wink, something that he normally did with women, and knew he was already in trouble.
He chuckled and shook his head, grabbing the coffee and headed out to work. He hadn’t made it out of the parking lot before his phone vibrated with a text. “Make sure it’s not another week before you come back in. I might forget all about you.” Jake smiled and drove to base, texting her back when he pulled in.
“Wouldn’t want to keep a beautiful woman waiting.” The smile never once left his face as he walked in. Natasha thanked him over and over again for the coffee but stopped when he saw the difference in his demeanor this time. “What’s gotten into you?” He shrugged his shoulders, “You were right. The coffee there is worth the drive.”
She gave him a skeptical look but didn’t push him any further. She would rather have a happy Jake than one who was ready to pick you apart at a moment’s notice.
Tumblr media
And that’s how it was for the next month. Jake volunteered to get the coffee, finding any excuse to talk to his beautiful stranger. But the visits became longer, and the texting became more regular to the point where every free moment he had was spent getting to know her. It wasn’t long before Jake asked Y/N on a date, and he quickly found that this girl was the one for him.
Everyone knew something was up with their teammate. He had become less selfish and more of a team player. A feat no one thought was possible but didn’t want to push their luck. It wasn’t until Natasha said she would get her own coffee that the truth came out.
“Jake, you have been getting my order for me for nearly a month now. I can get it this once and give you a break from the drive. Just let me know your order.” Jake shook his head at her and said he had no issues getting it.
Natasha kept pushing until Jake blurted out, “I see someone every time I go there. It is one of the few times the two of us get to spend time with each other because of our schedules.” She stopped and thought about what he had said. Who there would he see every single time?
And then it clicked.
“Oh god. Tell me you aren’t seeing Y/N.” Jake tilted his head in confusion. “How the hell do you know her?”
Natasha looked at him in shock. “Because she owns the coffee shop. And her dad is our boss.”
Jake froze as he took in her words. Owning the coffee shop made sense. She was there all the time and said she knew the staff well, because it was her staff. That didn’t bother him. What did was not knowing who her dad was.
“I didn’t know Maverick had a daughter.” Natasha shook her head.
“Not Maverick you idiot. Admiral Simpson.”
And that was when certain things clicked into place. She looked up at him the first day because she knew the call sign. Her dad had to of talked about them a time or two, especially with this new assignment. The amusement she had when he told her his name was for the same reason. She knew who he was, but he didn’t have the slightest clue who he had been talking to. This girl was okay with the last-minute changes in plans or the late replies due to his schedule because she had grown up with it. The group insisted on getting coffee there because they were supporting someone in the TopGun family.
He was head over heels for the Admirals daughter and was royally screwed when he found out.
Tumblr media
A/N: Thoughts? Likes or dislikes? I always love hearing back from you all! Thank you so much for reading!
Tag list: @rosiahills22 @sunlitsunflowers @dempy @mamaskillerqueen @luckyladycreator2 @atarmychick007 @bobfloydsgf @my-soulmate-is-mycroft @topguncultleader @alilstressyandlotdepressy @avengers-fixation @chaoticassidy
746 notes · View notes
lieutenantfloyd · 4 months
Text
The Little things with Husband! Maverick ♡
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Husband! Maverick who's your biggest partner in crime
Husband! Maverick who drags you to karaoke night at The Hard Deck every single week
Husband! Maverick who never stops talking whenever he's around you
Husband! Maverick who pulls out the film camera Goose got him for the first time in decades just to take candid pictures of you
Husband! Maverick who fights with himself every day to become the man he thinks you deserve
Husband! Maverick who makes you breakfast in bed at least once a month
Husband! Maverick who is so loud while making you breakfast in bed that you have to pretend to be asleep when he comes in to deliver it to you (he never notices)
Husband! Maverick who's favorite moments are the ones you spend together in the hangar
Husband! Maverick who never wanted to get married, until he realized he couldn’t picture a life without you
Husband! Maverick who's proposal was a spur of the moment action that surprised you both
Husband! Maverick who takes you on spontaneous trips as often as he can
Husband! Maverick who tells you endless stories about the Goose, Carole, and Rooster
Husband! Maverick who will never stop flirting with you, and blushes when you flirt back
Husband! Maverick who starts to question the safety of his stunts
Husband! Maverick who leaves you shocked as to how a man who has experienced so much loss and loneliness still practically radiates love
Husband! Maverick who learns about love languages and takes them very seriously
Husband! Maverick who, with your help, is able to begin healing from his trauma and fully reconciles with Bradley
Husband! Maverick who, with you and the dagger squad, finally has a family to call his own
Tumblr media
433 notes · View notes
littleenglishfangirl · 5 months
Text
Something Good - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x f!reader
Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female!Reader
Word Count: 1,946
Request: 'hi love!! requesting some sweet hangman fluff please! maybe hangman’s getting teased about acting differently since seeing reader but he hasn’t actually told anyone he’s dating yet, it’s more of a “oooooh someone’s in a better mood lately 😏” sort of deal?' - @haley-hotchner
Warnings: use of y/n, none others I can think of!
Notes: I loved writing this one, it was just so much fun. I loved playing around with cocky but cute Jake and I would love to write more like it in the future. I hope it is like what you had in mind! (p.s. I haven't fully proof read this, so there may be a few errors. I will likely fix them in the morning with some fresh eyes, I was just so excited to get this up)
As always, please leave your feedback - I hope you enjoy! ~ Find my Masterlist Here
Tumblr media
“Is it just me, or is Bagman smiling?” Nat asked, watching Jake make his way into the Hard Deck and waltz towards the bar.
“Doesn’t he always?” Bob followed her eyes to him, confused. 
“No, no Hangman smirks, he grins, he gets cocky. Right now that man is beaming, and he doesn’t even have a girl hanging off his arm,” Nat observed, sipping her drink as she leaned against the pool table.
“Yeah, what has got him so happy lately?” Bradley perked up, taking the pool cue off Nat as she handed it to him. She shrugged, 
“I have no idea, but it’s scaring me. You know, he hasn’t made a single crappy comment to us once this week?” 
“Shit,” Bradley drawled out, taking his shot before standing to watch Jake himself. “Not one?”
“Not one,” Bob confirmed. 
“Where has he even been? I don’t think he has joined us in at least a week,” Nat asked, taking another sip of her drink.
***
“Another of your usual?”
“Make that two actually, Pen, and I’ll close the tab,” Jake grinned, reaching for his wallet. 
“I didn’t see you come in with anyone this time?” She asked, popping the tops off of the bottles. 
“Oh, we’re outside tonight.” Penny raised an eyebrow as she passed him the bottles, taking his card as she did so. 
“That’s not like you,” she quizzed him, returning the card. Jake simply shrugged, stepping back towards the door as he raised a bottle to her, thanking her for the drinks. 
**
“Here you go,” he handed you a bottle as he slid onto the bench next to you, shuffling up until you were firmly against his side, shielding against the cool but not cold breeze that blew across the coast. 
“Thanks,” you smiled, leaning lazily into his shoulder as you looked out across the waves. 
“I think people may be catching on, you know,” Jake said quietly, so as not to disturb the peace that had settled over the two of you. Being mid-week the bar was quieter, cosier almost, and the beachfront was empty save for a few late-night surfers catching the last of the sun as it set over the horizon. 
“What gives you that idea?” You quizzed, turning to look up at him, admiring his side profile in the fading golden light.
“Phoenix called me out for being nice today.” You couldn’t help but snort. Jake glanced down at you in mock offence, “I am almost insulted that you think me being nice is something out of the ordinary.” He offered you a lopsided smile as you laughed. 
“Well from what I have heard about you in the air…” you teased, taking a sip of your drink. 
He hummed, pretending to be offended. “Well, luckily for you, you only have to deal with me on the ground. Anyway,” he quickly changed the topic again, “Phoenix was grilling me, said I wasn’t being difficult, if you can believe that. Coyote has been wondering where I have been for a week – a game of darts hangs in the balance, he says.” He took another sip of his drink. 
“You have been avoiding them, I suppose,” you pondered. 
“I just don’t want to have to share you with them quite yet, you know?” he started, gazing back away from you and towards the waves. Your eyes came to rest on the gentle curves of his nose to the small notch between his eyebrows. You would never be able to stop admiring them.
‘My squad is a rowdy bunch, and for once in my life I don’t want them barging in - not to mention that I don’t need Rooster breathing down my neck about dating who is essentially his sister,’ you smiled at the thought. Being Mav’s goddaughter came with a lot of unexpected benefits – including a fiercely protective surrogate brother in the moustachioed aviator Jake so playfully had a rivalry with. 
“I want to take this slowly with you, it’s important to me,” Jake continued, swallowing hard and trying to find his words as he continued to look out over the sand. “I don’t want them to put it in your head that I’m not serious about you, because believe me I am, but they have it in their heads that I am only good at one-off flings and, while that may have been me in the past, I really imagine a future with you, if you want one with me, that is.” He looked down to where your hand had weaved its way into his, your fingers squeezing his lightly as they rested in your lap.
“I love it when you go all soppy on me, Seresin,” you murmured softly, he couldn't help but scoff in return. “Of course I want that with you,” his eyes finally lifted to meet yours, finding nothing but love looking back at him. You reached for your drink, downing the last dregs of it, “what do you say we get out of here?” you asked, standing up and gently pulling his hand with you towards the sand. 
“What do you propose?” he asked, likewise finishing his drink and standing with you, placing a careful kiss to your forehead.
“A little walk down the beach maybe?” you toyed, “then maybe down towards my house?” a little smirk lit up your face as Jake sniggered. 
“I’m not going to complain,” he grinned, letting you lead him off towards the sand. 
***
“My god he actually remembers who we are!” Coyote mocked, holding his hands out wide as if being blessed as he saw Jake approaching them in the Hard Deck a few nights later. Jake shook his head as he threw his jacket over one of the nearby chairs. 
“Hilarious,” he retorted, nodding thanks to Bob as he handed him a beer, 
“No but seriously, we haven't seen you outside of base for over a week,” Phoenix pried. “Rooster nearly has your all-time dart score beat.” Nat smirked into her drink as she saw Hangman's eyebrows knit in confusion, looking instantly to the janky scoreboard they had made Penny swear to never clean off. Her face dropped when he simply shrugged and smiled. 
“I’m sorry you did not just hand over a win that easily to Rooster of all people,” Coyote scoffed – “who are you and what have you done with Hangman?” he jokingly took a step back, looking down his nose at him as if he was going to transform into someone or something else there and then. 
“I’m right here and better than ever,” Jake snarked back, leaning over and taking a few darts off the table, firing them in quick succession towards the target and seamlessly hitting in and around the bullseye without even so much as an ounce of effort. Nat looked between him and the board, eyebrow cocked. 
“You even seem in a better mood,” she observed, arms folding across her chest as she watched him in a similar manner to Javy.
“Is that illegal now?” Jake questioned, leaning back against the pool table behind him. 
“With you, it feels like it,” Bob mumbled, hoping Jake didn’t hear – he did. 
“If me and my good mood aren’t welcome, I can take it elsewhere,” Jake threw his hand up as if pleading the fifth, starting to push himself off the pool table, Coyote’s hand on his chest pushed him back down.
“No way, you’re hiding something and I want to know what it is.” 
“Yeah, you’re acting suspicious, I-” Nat was cut off by you approaching. She had seen you around the bar once or twice chatting to Rooster, mostly hanging around Mav whenever he stopped working on his planes and made an appearance with Penny. 
Jake smiled as he saw you, reaching his arm out subtly to bring you into his side, pressing a kiss to your temple as you spoke, 
“Hey, sorry I’m late, work did not end smoothly today,” you tried to laugh it off breathily as you side hugged Jake who mumbled a quick ‘no worries’ in your ear. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you noticed at least three pairs of eyes on you, suddenly four as you heard Rooster approaching. “H-hi,” you stuttered out quickly, glancing around the small group that was now gathering and somewhat gawking around you. 
“Oh sorry- everyone, this is [y/n], by the way – my girlfriend,” Jake quickly cleared up as he clocked the confused stares.
“I’m sorry, what?” Javy nearly choked on his drink.
“Wait, you didn’t even mention you had a girlfriend?” you asked him quietly, 
“No, he didn’t,” Rooster smirked, quickly catching up to the situation as he reached for his drink off the bar,
“Bradley,” you nodded, shooting him a friendly smile. 
“I wondered where you had disappeared too,” he pulled you into a quick hug, staring Jake down as he did so. “If I knew this would have happened I would have thought twice about introducing you to her, Bagman,” he quipped. Jake shook his head, grinning as you retreated back into his side, smiling sheepishly. 
“This explains… nothing, actually,” Bob admitted in defeat, looking between the three of you. 
Jake looked at him sarcastically: “well, Bob, when a man and a woman love each other very much they-”
“Ha ha very funny,” he mumbled, Coyote couldn’t help but snicker over his shoulder.
“Seriously though, how long has this been going on?” Nat drew the attention back away from her WSO, who was now trying to avoid blushing. 
“A month or so,” Jake shrugged, not able to take his eyes off of you as you looked at your feet.
“You hiding him from me?” Bradley coaxed, reaching for one of the pool cues from the rack.
“Not hiding, per se…” you struggled to find the words for exactly why you and Jake had been avoiding them all. 
“I just didn’t want you lunkheads scaring her off,” Jake intervened and you silently thanked him. 
“Rude,” Javy shot back, accepting the spare cue from Rooster and shooing Jake off the edge of the pool table. Jake sat himself down in the seat he had left his jacket over and pulled you swiftly into his lap, ignoring the frown Bradley shot your way. 
“What stake do you have in this, exactly?” Nat pointedly asked Rooster, trying to piece together the puzzle dangling in front of her. 
“[Y/n] here is my fellow god-child of Maverick,” Bradley revealed, making all the times Nat had seen you with him click in her head, Bob’s eyes widened,
“You’re really messing around like that when it comes to the Captain?” Javy asked, taking a sip of his beer as he waited for Bradley to take his shot – Jake simply snorted. 
“It isn’t uncle Mav he needs to worry about,” Rooster murmured, only just loud enough for them to hear as he potted a ball, standing back casually before flicking his gaze over to Jake, the two men locking eyes and staring one another down. Coyote whistled lowly as he watched them. 
“Roo…” you laughed trying to take away the tension building between the two main men in your life. 
“I ain't going to love her and leave her, if that’s what’s ruffled your feathers, Bradshaw.” Jake’s voice drawled beside your ear, surprising you a little. “You think I would be keeping her all to myself if I was only in it for a score?” Bradley shrugged, looking briefly back to the pool game at hand. “No, I know when I have something good.” Jake turned back to you, looking at you lovingly, a small smile on his lips that you knew was reserved only for you. 
Tumblr media
Tags:
@rosiahills22 @memoriesat30@caffeinatedwoman @kmc1989
774 notes · View notes
midnightdevotion · 1 year
Text
Hang in There
Request: Hi I saw you opened and requests and I can’t stop thinking about Rooster finding fem reader passed out somewhere after training because she’s pregnant with Hangman’s baby 👀 Maybe she’s been off a while and hangman is still ✈️
a/n: hi guys! it's been forever since i posted something- i will update all my fics soon just needed some inspo from requests to get my mojo back. Thanks for understanding loves.
Pairing: Jake Seresin x female reader(Callsign Daisy)
Tumblr media
Life has a way of kicking your ass in unexpected ways. After waking up sick for two weeks in a row you went to the doctors, only to find out you were pregnant. 8 weeks pregnant no less.
Now your approaching 10 weeks and you still don't know how to process that your pregnant, let alone tell your boyfriend. You know you want kids, but this is definitely not how you envisioned it happening.
The fear of telling Jake and losing him for this is something that has you up all night, every night. You can't help but thank you're lucky stars he's been on a mission for the last month because after waking up sick every day and hardly sleeping from the stress of it all, he would've figured you out. He should be getting home later today and you don't know what to do.
Logically, you know that while he plays the part of jackass cocky pilot, he worships you, and he would never be so low to leave you and your baby. His Texas roots would never let him. However, you're pregnant so your hormones don't let you settle the anxiety with logic.
Flinching as a door slams it knocks you out of the anxious spiral that has been your mind for the last few weeks.
"hey daisy you ready to kick some ass today?"
"when am I not" you send what you hope is a convincing smile towards rooster. You move around him grimacing as you walk into the sweltering southern California heat.
___
If there's one thing you can count on, flying is the one thing that gets you out of your head. It takes away all your fear and keeps you exactly in this moment. Nothing outside of being in the pilot seat matters. Not being pregnant, not every stress that comes with it being unplanned, and certainly no anxieties about what comes next.
There's no space for any of that. The second you climb that ladder, your life and everything about it falls away.
Today you are just running team trainings, and they are always your favorite. You have no upcoming mission scheduled so it's just to keep your skills refined and ready for when there is a mission.
"hey daisy, you know it's not fair when they team you up with Rooster, you should just let us win" coyote's voice crackles over the comms.
"Coyote how will you ever get better if I don't humble your ass every time i can?" your sarcastic reply echos back.
"C'mon just once! I've got a date tonight and I want to brag about being the winner"
"Tsk tsk you should know women don't want to hear you brag on the first date coyote. Maybe this is why you never get a second date."
"You can't seriously tell me the girl dating hangman told me not to brag right now."
Laughter crackles through from everyone, and you shake your head. Rooster gives you a signal and you move to his left ready to attack.
If there's one thing the dagger squad knows it's that when you and rooster fly together there is ultimately little to no chance for survival. Nobody expected the duo with callsigns rooster, and daisy to be such a lethal pair but you guys can read each others minds.
This is true on the ground too, which is why you've been avoiding rooster for two weeks. You know he can tell something is up, but if you avoid him, he can't figure out what.
"how quick do you think we can get them out today?" Roosters voice rasps.
"I reckon we will have them grounded in t-5 minutes"
"god not you too with the Texas talk" he groans.
"What you don't think it's charming?" he flips you off and you laugh.
Before you can respond you see coyote and payback flying. Dropping back to cover rooster you grin under the face mask. This is your favorite part of everyday.
Being up in the air with your best friends you feel invincible. Which is ironic considering this is actually a dangerous job.
"rooster, plan c"
"roger that" He goes shooting forward and you fall back. You laugh as you watch them chase rooster, it's symbolic in a way kids chase chickens and then get pecked.
You stay behind them until you move to get a shot. The sweet sound of missile lock rings out and payback drops off. Now that Coyote is onto you, the plan changes, and you become the bait.
You and Rooster know that he wants to air 'kill' you the most, which is why this plan will work. The temptation of you being right there will be too much for him to think about where rooster disappeared too.
So when rooster swoops in and gets the missile lock on coyote, you can't help but laugh. You and rooster devised this plan specifically for Coyote because he always complains when you two are teamed up together. So seeing it come to fruition and even better hearing Coyotes swearing, is the highlight of your day.
Grinning as you climb down from your jet, you search out rooster. You see him hopping onto the tarmac and walking over your way.
"roos we killed that!" you shout out at him. When you feet hit the tarmac, a rush swoops over you. Shaking it off you go to take a step and suddenly the world spins incredibly fast. Yet it feels like everything is going in slow motion, your vision goes spotty and you hear Rooster shout after you. The last thing you register before the world goes black is the sound of boots hitting the ground.
--
Rooster has never felt more scared to make a phone call in his life. How does he call Hangman and tell him that his girlfriend passed out, and is in the hospital bay when he has no idea why.
It's been four hours already, you haven't woken up and they won't give him any answers. His hair is a mess from stressing about his best friend not being okay while simultaneously worrying about how to tell the guy he knows would move heaven and earth for you.
His leg is bouncing up and down as he stares at the number dialed on his phone screen.
The fact of the matter is Hangman is probably still flying and won't be able to be contacted for a few more hours. The mission was a success, and then it was extended to have them run drills while at sea.
Bradley knows he has to make the call, but he's terrified that once he does it all feels more real. He's terrified to lose his best friend, He's lost enough already.
Sighing he rubs his hands down his face, picks back up his phone and hits the green call button. The ringing feels like the worst anticipation of his life. When it goes to voicemail his hands are shaking, and he doesn't know what to say so he just hangs up.
Next resort is to call the ship. A commander on board will contact hangman and deliver the bad news, and oh how he wanted to avoid it coming from anyone but him.
He feels a hand land on his shoulder, looking up and glancing at Mav he sighs.
"It's going to be okay Bradley"
"How could you possibly know that" Maverick sighs, and sits next to him.
"let me make the call." maverick opens his hand for him to hand him the phone.
"no- no I need to be the one.. just what do I say mav"
"you tell him the truth, you don't know yet what happened, she's stable but the doctors are finding out what happened and he needs to get back as soon as he can"
He swallows and it feels like steal is coating his throat. Nodding as he stands up he paces in front of mav.
"she's gonna be okay, she has to be okay. We take risks every day all day up in those jets, this can't be how she goes mav. She has to be okay."
"and she will be, but take a deep breathe and find yourself because when you get ahold of Seresin he needs you to be his rock, he doesn't need to hear you panic" Rooster sighs because Maverick is right. He grabs his phone and dials the ships emergency contact number.
It takes a few minutes, jumping through hoops, getting in contact with one person to be transferred to another. Rooster curses Jake for being so hard to get ahold of.
"This is warlock"
"Admiral, sir, this is Lieutenant Bradshaw. There's been an accident with Lieutenant y/l/n today and we need to get contact with Lieutenant Seresin."
"Jesus- is everything okay?"
"We're not really sure yet sir but Jake- he needs to know."
"He's in the air at the moment let me see if i can get him back on ship."
"thank you sir"
The minutes feel like hours as rooster is waiting. He hears chatter from his phone and he knows they are trying to get hangman back on the ship and available for the phone call but roosters not sure if he isn't ready to deliver the news or ready to get it over with.
What feels like an eternity later but is actually only twenty minutes he finally hears hangman in the background. He swallows hard.
"Rooster whats going on?" if there's one thing pilots know, they are never called down unless something bad happened.
"Jake. Something happened with daisy... she... she just passed out.."
"in the Air?!! Rooster tell me shes okay!"
"No no! not in the air.. we had just landed and i was walking over to her and she passed out. She's in the med bay now but we haven't heard anything about her condition yet."
"Fuck!..... Fuck!" in the background he hears jake asking how far from land they are. Ultimately needed to be there for you, needing to see you for himself. Bradley hears jake curse when the answer is still 3 hours out.
He hears a slam and then yelling before the line clicks dead. Rooster looks at maverick worried.
"what do you think he's gonna do"
"one way or another? getting a jet and flying here faster." is mavericks reply. Rooster can't help but agree, if he was 150 miles away from land on a boat that moves about 50 mph holding jets that move at 1,000 mph then he knows what option he would choose too.
----
It takes about 30 minutes for hangman to come rushing into the hospital bay.
"How is she, have we heard anything, what happened" He rapid fires off questions.
"the doctor came out and told us she passed out because she's sleep deprived and is showing signs of dehydration and that she hasn't eaten anything today."
"why- why hasn't, she knows she needs to eat- she's so good with drinking water... I don't understand." confusion crosses his fingers because none of that sounds like his girlfriend.
"when can i see her?"
"the doctor is going to come out soon and let us know what room she is in, they had to finish the tests to see if everything is okay."
Hangman nods and paces the floor where rooster paced about calling him. It only takes a couple minutes for a doctor to come out and call your name and everyone shoots up.
"Okay, well, I'm glad she has a support system but only one visitor at a time please, she does still need to rest and recover. She is in room 302"
Hangman takes off in a dead sprint towards the room.
---
Beeping is the next thing your mind registers, and it takes you a minute to open your eyes. Yawning you try to bring your hands up to rub your face but one is being held by something.
Looking over you see Jake studying your left hand.
"you know you scared the shit out of me today"
"Jake I-"
"why weren't you taking care of yourself?" this has you confused and furrowing your brows.
"I have been-"
"You were dehydrated, hadn't eaten and sleep deprived. It's why you passed out!"
"jake you've been gone! You don't know what I've been doing! I did eat breakfast and drink water this morning but I threw it up!"
"god darling daisy if your sick don't come to work!"
"I'm not sick!"
"some would say puking means your sick!"
"not when your pregnant!"
"you- you're pregnant?"
"Yes Jake! I've been throwing up for weeks because of stupid morning sickness and I haven't been sleeping well because oh my god I'm pregnant and that is the scariest thing, and I was worried to talk to you about it but I guess that's out now isn't it." Theres a silence that lingers on after your words, and it feels like ice pumping into your heart the longer it stretches on.
"oh- oh my god" your throat feels thick at his words, he's looking down at your still clasped hands and you watch him to gauge his reaction.
"we're having a baby?" he finally looks up at you and his eyes are welling with tears.
"yes- we're having a-" and your cut off by his lips crashing against yours. His laughter peels out of him as he pulls away.
"were having a baby!"
"wait... you're happy about it?"
"Of course I'm happy about it! You're the love of my life! I want everything with you. The house, the kids the marriage, the dogs the fights, and the stress"
His words make your eyes tear up.
"honey I hate that you were so stressed about telling me you weren't sleeping. I was sitting here, looking at your left hand thinking about how wrong it is that something happened and the doctors didn't immediately call me, that if something were to happen to one of us I never got the chance to put my ring on your finger." His words left you speechless.
"jake... what are you saying"
"I'm saying marry me."
"isn't that supposed to be a question?"
"No. Its a demand, marry me, make me the happiest man, have my babies and marry me and call me out on my shit and shoot me down in the sky I want it all. I know this is so not how i planned to ask you, but please, marry me." You laugh a wet laugh, because this makes sense, you two would get engaged in the weirdest way, and do it all out of order, but you love this man with your whole heart so you embrace the chaos.
"Of course I will marry you" and he kisses you with every emotion he's felt in the last few hours, but you both wouldn't change it. Even if he already has the ring at home in his sock drawer waiting for the perfect moment.
Tag list:
@alanadetigy 
@luckyladycreator2 
@multiplefandomsmess 
@tkmarvel-divergentbish
@ohh-to-be-a-frog
@roosterschanelslut
@americaarse
@malindacath
@atarmychick007 
@trikigirl271
@lustfulseonghwa
@smoothdogsgirl
@elenavampire21
@captainmarvelnerd
@averyhotchner
2K notes · View notes
montessori-grad · 26 days
Text
I truly believe Mav doesn’t have his drivers license for the same reason I don’t and that is because he gets distracted by any plane. Ice 100% gets so stressed because of it, he lets Mav drive them to work once after he finally gets his license and never again.
That also leads Ice to be the one to teach 15 year old Bradley to drive and he was either really good at it or so bad that Slider had to step in.
229 notes · View notes
thisisanewlowes · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
some hangman to bless your feed 😌😌
which photo is your favorite? comment down below :D
431 notes · View notes
thedroneranger · 1 month
Text
Buzzing Romance
Robert "Bob" Floyd
Tumblr media
Synopsis: You and Bob have always vibed, and now it's time for this budding romance to blossom.
Note: Hi, friends! I know I've been MIA around these parts. And I hate it, but priorities. Anywho, I wanted to stop by, drop this little gift and say happy Valentine's Day! And say thank you to those who continue to message, chat, tag and send asks 🖤 This fic is a companion to Vibe Check and Sending Vibes. Reading one or both will provide additional context but isn't mandatory. Enjoy!
Warnings: 18+ only, fluffy but sex toys.
Word count: 1.1k
Bob wanted tonight to be perfect. Along with dinner at a steakhouse you’d been jonesing to try, he had a beautiful bouquet of roses to give you. 
Ever the perfectionist, Bob had called his florist friend, Riley. Since Bob always made sure Riley was on the shortlist for any local Navy events, he had an open line of favors ready for redemption.  
A few days later, Bob spent over an hour in Riley’s shop, before she opened at seven in the morning, handpicking the biggest, reddest roses.
Later after work at home, Bob spent another 30 minutes adding the final touch. A 25th rose that would never die—as long as you kept it charged. He wanted to confirm that not even a petal was out of place, and the rose-shaped vibrator was well hidden so you didn’t notice at first glance. 
Meanwhile, you were at your place—a rare occasion on its own. However, you were also giddy to get glammed up and go out on a real date with Bob. The thought made you laugh. 
It was clear you and Bob were in this for the long haul, but nothing about your relationship was traditional. You’d been seeing each other exclusively—a mutual decision—for nearly a year but had yet to formally define the relationship. 
Hell, you were still discovering new things about one another. Barely a month ago, Bob found out about your culinary skills when you cooked him his favorite meal as a welcome home surprise. 
The same night he also saw you in something other than an oversized Naval Academy t-shirt for the first time. You thought Bob’s eyes might bulge out of his head when you donned a sheer nude bra and panty set embroidered with the most delicate flowers.
You were hoping Bob would have a similar reaction tonight when he saw you dressed up for something other than a work-related gala. Your gala gowns were always striking but also conservative since you were among colleagues and leadership. Secretly, you hoped Bob fantasized about what was under your garb during galas as much as you fantasized about what was under his dress uniform. 
Your phone shook you from your fantasies. Bob messaged to check that a 6:45 pickup left you plenty of time to get ready. After responding, you put your phone back on the bathroom counter to inspect your face one more time before going to your room to put on your outfit. 
Bob was having nearly the exact same thoughts about your relationship, firsts and fantasies as he stood in front of the mirror, deciding which switch shirt to pair with his slim-cut gray suit. It felt cliche, given the holiday, but he decided to go with a soft pink shirt. One last check of his carefully styled hair, and then Bob was sliding into his two-door 90s Silverado. 
Fifteen minutes later, Bob rolled to a stop in front of your rental. Flowers in hand, he strode to the front door. He poked the doorbell and waited. 
You didn’t even bother to look before you flung the door open. “Hi,” you sweetly greeted him. He nearly dropped the bouquet. Bob couldn’t help but let his gaze roam over your body. 
The sheer bodice and the low sweetheart neckline of your top had him reminiscing about his first night home from his last deployment. The silk high-waisted midi skirt and strappy heels you paired it with were the perfect compliment.
Remembering he was standing on your doorstep, Bob’s wits came about him. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you.” You chuckled. There was no way Bob’s cheeks weren’t as red as the flowers in his hand. 
“These are for you!” He gently held the bouquet out. 
Your face lit up as you used both hands to take it. “These are gorgeous! Do I have time to put them in water?”
“Of course.” Bob smiled. “I’ll get the door.” You thanked him and turned to go inside. He closed the front door and trailed you into your kitchen. 
“Here.” You gave him the bouquet back as you reached into the top of a cabinet to get a vase. While your back was turned, he adjusted the vibrator to be a smidge more obvious. “Come.” You waved a hand from him to join you at the sink. 
While the vase filled with water, you grabbed some scissors, and then turned off the faucet. Then you pulled a rose from the bunch to snip the bottom. “These are gorgeous, Bob.”
His smile widened. “I hand picked them.” You stopped to look at him in disbelief. He shrugged. You smirked as you grabbed another rose and trimmed the end before placing it in the vase. Bob watched as you continued to pick roses and diagonally trim the ends. 
Then, you saw it. You froze and looked at Bob. He was smirking. Your expression morphed to mirror his as you unearthed the rose-shaped vibrator. Your eyes flitted between him and the toy. 
“It’s kinda our thing, isn’t it?” He said with a wink. Bob placed what was left of the uncut bouquet on the counter. You also sat the vibrator there, and then wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands came to rest on your hips as he looked at you. 
“You never cease to amaze me, Bobby.” Your gazes were locked. Your fingers brushed the short hairs at the back of his neck. 
“I have to admit my intentions aren’t purely altruistic.”
“Oh?” Your eyebrow arched as he began to slightly sway you as if music were playing.
“I want to take my girlfriend to dinner.” Bob stopped moving and let his hands wander to the small of your back to pull you closer.
You bit your lip to cull the smile involuntarily pulling the corners of your mouth. “I would love for my boyfriend to take me to dinner.” You could feel the excitement in Bob’s embrace. “And afterward, I hope he’s willing to test out the gift he bought me.”
Bob’s face lit up with both a smile and rosy cheeks. He gladly accepted your lips against his and let his hand drop to cup your backside. You caught him off guard by nipping his lip when he gave you a squeeze. “Let’s skip dinner. I want to go straight to dessert,” he stated. You giggled as you uncoiled your arms from his neck and let a hand come to rest on his chest.
With a playful eye roll, you turned to the counter and finished trimming the roses. Patiently, Bob watched you situate the blooms. When you were done, you took the vase to the living room and sat it in the middle of the coffee table. While you admired your bouquet, Bob went to the bedroom to leave a single rose on the nightstand—ready to keep your romance buzzing.
Visit my masterlist for more | Sign up for my tag list!
A kind reminder: Likes work hard, but reblogs and comments work harder 😈
Tag list: @cherrycola27 @roosterforme @taytaylala12 @galaxy-of-stories @awildewit @shanimallina87 @malindacath @violyn20 @djs8891 @linkpk88 @furiousladyking @daggerspare-standingby @princess76179 @jstarr86 @blue-aconite @hecate-steps-on-me @darkheartcherry @soulmates8 @roosters-girl @dempy @desert-fern @roosterisdaddy36 @hangmanscoming @mavrellover91 @s-u-t @averyhotchner @penguin876 @kmc1989 @xoxabs88xox @mak-32 @seitmai @abaker74 @startrekfangirl2233 @dakotakazansky @beyondthesefourwalls @bradshawsprincess @damrlova @mamachasesmayhem @hangmansgbaby @sweetwhispersofchaos @bellaireland1981 @fanboyswhore9 @hardballoonlove @catsandbooksandstuff @mygyn
234 notes · View notes
arianna-bradshaw · 2 years
Text
Tips For Top Gun Fanfic from a Military Brat/ Gold Star Kid:
Gold Star Kid: A child who lost their parent in the military
1. Army is not synonymous with Navy- They’re in the navy not the army
2. The glasses that bob wears are called BCGS- military issued glasses that are joking called “birth control goggles” bc they’re ugly af
3. Gold Star Kids, (Rooster, Mac, Ect) will normally be familiar with their dads friends even after he passes- the troop will kinda crowd to protect and help the family
4. You cannot live on base after your service member passes, you’ll almost immediately have to move off
5. If you’re married to a service member you have a military ID and base access
6. Deployment communication between partners is usual e-mail!
7. There are gold star events for kids, siblings, and even parents to help with grief! I honestly just think this would be interesting/ cute to add to a story
8. Bradley most likely got free college and probably ended up going after he didn’t get accepted into the naval academy
9. It’s actually not super common to go around in uniform for no reason and you could get in trouble for it
10. And just a random thing; Bradley definitely remembers his dad even though he was young- and honestly a lot of random things in the military probably trigger him. Likes Ices funeral, being on base and hearing TAPS; things like that.
11. Bradley has a copy of his dads tags, and a flag from his funeral
12. Remember that brad also owns a regular camouflage navy uniform just bc it’s hot
13. He also cannot just give you his dog tags lmao- he can give you an old pair but you can’t just keep his current ones.
14. While deployed a service member may only be able to come back for 2 weeks just for the birth of their child and leave again immediately.
If you have any questions you can either comment or dm me; I’m super open to talking about it- and if you have questions specifically about how military handles gold star kids lemme know:)
3K notes · View notes
mapled-penitentiary · 26 days
Text
2008 (icemav)
in the middle of the war, somewhere in Afghanistan, Maverick is finally sent home. its leave, but it doesnt seem like leave. after all, hes just going to come back to this sandy shitbox hell.
but he still goes back to the states. his head hurts, the wound in his side that shouldve healed months ago aches, and he cant go anywhere without the smell of smoke in his lungs.
but still, he goes home.
after all, hes a reckless, stupid sonuvabitch. so when he finally lands in san deigo he pays for a taxi to the admirals house and knocks without warning. ice opens up the door to see a eerily small looking maverick with eyebags and scrapes on his face staring up at him.
hes hurt, they both know that. hes seen too much, and ice is going to kill whoever thought to keep sending him out on missions. but still, he lets mav inside as if they are only friends.
it takes too long for the mask to drop, ice thinks. but when it does, its 2 days later, and maverick just calmly shuts off the boiling water on the stove and retreats back into the small corner behind a chair.
ice isnt sure whats happening, but he knows maverick isnt okay.
slowly, he comes and sits down by the corner as well, draping his right arm over maverick, shielding him from the outside world.
when maverick comes back, he apologizes. but all ice does is cusp his hands on the others cheek and softly wipe the tears away.
"youll always have me here, mav."
253 notes · View notes
eri-is-online · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
VERY old Icemav comic, i seen an incorrect quote along the lines of this and i sat at my drawing tablet giggling to myself the whole time
218 notes · View notes
valerie4ever · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
this man is actually insane 😭😭😭
1K notes · View notes
discount-shades · 10 months
Text
Contract Spouse Chapter 10
Tumblr media
Chapter 10: The Divorce Papers
A/N: Just the epilogue to go!
Pairing: Jake Seresin/Reader (nicknamed Pip)
Warning:  Angst,  
Length: 2400 ish
Summary:  Pip is massively hungover.  
Previous     Masterlist     Next
The roiling in your stomach wakes you and you push off Jake’s arm and stumble to the bathroom before hunching over the toilet and emptying the contents of your stomach. Spitting, you flush and collapse to the floor and rest against the bathtub, unwilling to move with your stomach still so upset. You can feel the sweat beading your forehead, and you push your hair out of your face before wiping your mouth. Judging by how you feel you are likely still drunk. 
This is why you rarely drank. If you ever had more than three drinks you would without fail be vomiting in the morning. You hear movement from the bed and groan, shame filling you at the reason you drank. 
You had been so sure that Jake wanted to kiss you. You had initially been so proud of the fact you had taken the chance, never being one to make the first move. You had been elated when he kissed you back and heartbroken when he pulled away. Romance novels had led you astray. In real life just because a guy looks at your lips does not mean he wants you to kiss him. 
When the light outside the bathroom flicks on you look up to see Jake in his boxers, staring blearily down at you from the doorway. You hide your face and kick the door shut on his face, unable to look at him. Despite just having woken up his reflexes are fast and he catches the edge before it closes. 
You stare at his fingers curled around the edge of the door but he doesn’t open it. “Are you ok?” His voice is scratchy with sleep. 
“Fucking peachy.” You grind out, hating the fact that he was checking on you and wishing he was still asleep. 
“I’ll get you some water.” 
“Don’t bother.” He either doesn't hear you or doesn’t listen. You watch his shadow leave the doorway, knowing it will be hours before you can drink water without throwing up, let alone eat anything. But Jake is a do-er, a protector. It’s why he married you. He would always go out of his way to help others. 
You watch his hand enter the open doorway and awkwardly flail a bit before he is able to place the bottle on the counter. “Thanks,” you mutter trying to keep the resentment out of your voice. 
“Can I come in?” You shake your head back and forth before the motion turns your stomach and you realize he can't see you. 
“No.” At your answer you can hear him sigh in defeat. 
“Can we talk about earlier?” 
“No.” 
“Ok.” You hear movement and you know without seeing that he is sitting on the floor outside the bathroom. You inch your way closer to the door and press it closed with your toe before grabbing a towel to use as a pillow and lying down on the floor. The tile feels good against your overheated skin. 
– – –
Gentle knocking wakes you. “Pip? Honey? Checkout is in an hour.” You groan and try to force your stiff muscles into cooperation after hours on the cold, hard floor. You mumble a response before dragging yourself into the shower. After trading off with Jake and letting him into the bathroom you follow him into the lobby for check out, both of your bags slung over his shoulders. 
You stand back observing him at the counter with a dead look on your face. Natasha wanders over. “How was your night?" she asks.
“Fine,” you try to give her a smile, but fail.
She pulls you into a hug and you return it, trying not to collapse into her arms. “You’re going to be ok,” she whispers. You know she is right. It will hurt like hell, but you will get over Jake. 
“Do you want to get breakfast?” Jake asks as you climb into the passenger seat of his truck. 
“I can’t eat anything, I just want to sleep.” You stare out the window, deliberately avoiding Jake’s gaze. 
“We should talk—”
“No we shouldn't.” You cut in still deliberately staring out the window. “It was a stupid mistake. Let’s pretend it never happened.”
“But-–”
“No Jake, just drop it.” You can’t relive your humiliation. If he keeps talking, plugging your ears and humming loudly is a childish, but very real possibility. Thankfully he drops the conversation but you can feel his eyes every time he looks at you. When you get home you are out of the truck before it is even in park. 
Jake meets you in the entrance way as you struggle with your shoes. “Are you sure you don’t want me to make you something to eat?” 
You shake your head and walk into your bedroom, closing the door and flipping the lock. You strip, leaving a trail of clothes across the room before pulling on the shirt Jake had worn to sleep the last night he slept in your bed. 
As much as you hate it, you have made up your mind. You pull the fabric up to your nose, taking comfort in the scent of Jake for what feels like the last time, and crawling into bed. You hug his pillow to your chest as you drift off to sleep. 
It is late afternoon when you finally emerge from your room. You creep into the kitchen, listening and watching for Jake. When you find the room empty you make yourself a grilled cheese sandwich, adding extra cheese because you can and all the while downing glass after glass of water. 
You are finishing your sandwich when Jake walks in the door carrying butter chicken from your favorite place. Your stomach growls despite the fact you just ate, and you dig in when he slides it across the table to you. The food keeps you from fleeing back to your room. 
“It was a beautiful wedding.” Jake finally breaks the silence. 
You hum in agreement, barely pausing in shoveling food into your mouth. The awkward silence returns and you focus on eating. When you are finally full you stand and put the leftovers in the fridge.
“We need to talk about the kiss Pip.”
“No we don’t, it was a mistake and I regret it.” You stand on either side of the island, staring at each other, and will power is the only thing that keeps you from breaking down. Jake isn’t as successful at keeping his emotions off of his face but his expression is changing too quickly to get a read on his feelings. 
“You’re wearing my shirt.” Jake is the one to break the silence again and you can not tell by his tone what the meaning is behind the words. 
 “Yeah sorry,” you say in a rush, “I was half asleep this morning.” Panic grips you at what you know you have to do tomorrow, and knowing you have to make a clean break of it, you take off the shirt and toss it to Jake, avoiding his eyes and careful to keep your back to him as you flee the room. “Won’t happen again.” you say as you rush back to your bedroom, the air cool on your naked skin. 
“Pip, that's not what I meant!” You hear Jake groan as you hurry to shut the door to your bedroom behind you. 
– – – 
He fucked everything up. At first, he wasn’t sure if your reluctance to talk was the result of the alcohol. Now he knew you regretted the kiss. The kiss that was the best thing that ever happened to him. His back was still stiff from where he had slept leaning against the bathroom door of the hotel room. 
It’s too early for sleep and he can’t bring himself to go to bed alone so he sits on the couch, staring at your bedroom door until his lack of sleep catches up with him and he slumps sideways unconscious. 
When he wakes the next morning he is covered in one of the throw blankets you keep on the back of the couch and he knows you are the one who covered him. He also knows you are not home.  He can’t explain it, but the house just feels different when you are not in it. There is a stillness to everything. When he walks into the kitchen he sees the papers on the counter. A blue pen sitting neatly beside them. 
Divorce papers. 
His stomach drops and he runs to your room. Everything you own is still there. Nothing moved or packed. The twisted knot in his stomach relaxes slightly at this. He returns to the kitchen and sees the note you had left him. ‘I thought we could sign these and get it over with so they are ready to file in a few months.’ 
He looks at the papers. Your name is neatly signed on your lines and there are little red ‘sign here’ arrows everywhere his signature is required. Jake buries his head in his arms and cries. When the initial sharp pain recedes he looks at the document. No matter what he wanted he had to respect your wishes. 
In all your years together he has never read a single paper you put in front of him to sign. But today, wanting to delay the inevitable he painstakingly reads every line over and over again. Wanting to drag it out. When he is done he picks up the blue pen and shakily adds his signatures. 
When he signs the final line he just sits there hollow, staring at the papers in front of him. You would want to know it was done. He pulls out his phone to text you but that feels too impersonal. Instead he flips to the location tracking app, fiddling with it to get it working. You had both shared your locations with each other years ago and this was the first time he had ever used it. 
You've driven to a secluded beach north of the city. He grabs his keys and the papers and gets in his truck. Heart heavy the whole time. 
He finds you sitting on the beach, hugging your knees and staring at the horizon. He calls your name softly and when you glance at him and don’t run he approaches and sits down beside you. 
“I never knew I would love the ocean so much.” It’s the first thing you have said to him that isn’t you trying to avoid a conversation. “It’s calming, I’m going to miss it.”
Jake’s plan to just hand over the papers and wish you luck goes out the window as he stares at your red rimmed eyes. The cheap wedding band he bought you is still on your finger and he watches you wiggle it back and forth, the sun catching on the small diamonds. “I don’t want to get divorced,” he blurts out. 
“I don’t think we will get away with a second investigation.” Your sad smile breaks his heart. “I don’t think the money and benefits are worth it.”
“That’s not what I…” Jake takes a deep breath and runs his hands over his face. He stares at the papers in his lap and hands them over to you trying to keep the tremble out of his fingers. He watches you stare down at the pages, eyes sliding over his signature. You press your lips together and he thinks he sees tears in your eyes. 
“I’m in love with you Pip.” He stares out at the water unable to look at you, but he has to tell you. You have to know. “You are everything to me and I didn't realize it until marriage counseling and I want you to stay, I want it to be real. I want the whole thing, white picket fence, the 2.3 kids, and the dog. I want to come home to you and tell you about my day and hear about yours, and cook together, and do dishes together. I want to kiss you goodnight and wake up with you in my arms. And it is so unfair to you but I have to tell you.” 
“Jake,” your voice breaks as you say his name.
“No, I have to say this, let me finish,” Jake tries to clear his throat. “I’m not saying this to guilt you into anything. I’m going to be ok, I’ll keep going to therapy. You don’t owe me anything, you’ve done enough.” The tears are streaming down his face and when he looks at you he sees that you are crying too. “I can do the rest on my own. I just… I have to tell you that marrying you was the best thing I have ever done and I’ll always love you so much. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
At your muffled sob he pulls you into a sideways hug and you immediately wrap your arms around him and collapse into his side. “I would like to be your friend, if I could, that’s all I ask.” When you squeeze him tighter he feels the clenching in his heart loosen. As long as you were in his life in some way he would be ok. 
You pull away and face him on your knees. “Why didn’t you kiss me back at the wedding if you love me?” Your eyes are searching his, and he can see the insecurity in them. 
“I thought you were drunk,” he sighs, “and I didn’t want to take advantage of you, then Fanboy said you weren’t drinking.”
“I was sober when I kissed you.” Your soft voice is almost drowned out by the waves and he leans closer so he can hear you. “If you had known I was sober would that have changed things?” 
Hope sparks in his chest. “It would have changed everything.” 
– – – 
He is staring at your lips again. His eyes that had moments ago been heartbroken and streaming tears had a light in them. A flicker of hope. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. It had been beating that way since he started talking and said everything you wanted to hear. 
You tentatively raise your hand and still the tremble in your fingers when you press it to his cheek. Jake’s eyes flutter closed as you gently rub your thumb against his cheekbone, swiping away the remnants of the tears. “What if I kissed you now?” You press your lips together trying to hide how scared you were despite everything you heard him say. 
“Darlin’, only if you want everything I want.” His green eyes open and you can see the hope and uncertainty you feel reflected in them. A thousand possible outcomes of your and Jake’s relationship fade away and the future you both want solidifies as you lean forward to press your lips to his.
543 notes · View notes
lieutenantfloyd · 6 months
Text
The Little things with Husband! Cyclone ♡
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Husband! Cyclone who puts extra cash and and least one of his credit cards in your bag so you can treat yourself when he's not around
Husband! Cyclone who hates texting but sends you at least 10 "I love you"s a day
Husband! Cyclone who gets emotional every time he remembers that you chose him.
Husband! Cyclone who never forgets a date, anniversary, or social event.
Husband! Cyclone who keeps his work and his personal life completely separate, but has no less than 20 pictures of you scattered around his office.
Husband! Cyclone who keeps a note pinned in his phone of all of your restaurant orders (even though he already has them memorized).
Husband! Cyclone who absolutely hates being in photos but happily lets you take as many selfies together as you want and insists you send him every single one.
Husband! Cyclone who puts extra cologne on his pillow before he leaves because he overheard you mention that the smell is comforting
Husband! Cyclone who keeps a couple extra bottles of that same cologne around just in case they decide to discontinue the scent.
Husband! Cyclone who would lose his head if it wasn't attached, but has never once forgotten his wedding band
Husband! Cyclone who is anti-social media, but has a blank account for the sole purpose of liking and commenting on your posts.
Husband! Cyclone who runs hot but always wears a jacket when you go out together, purely because he knows you're too stubborn to take his advice and bring your own.
Husband! Cyclone who fell first and fell harder.
Tumblr media
449 notes · View notes