#TOP GUN

[moonagedaydream14]

[robertsfloyd]

his girl

an alpha that hadn't yet claimed you. your first time in the hard deck. his flirty superior. what could go wrong?

technically a part two to military issued, but it can be read as a standalone

Bradley Bradshaw was in love.

he held you close, nuzzled against your neck as you sat in his home. your home now, too, you supposed.

you didn't have a choice in the matter. when your first met, you were adamant you'd made the wrong choice in becoming a military omega. but Bradley's alpha scent was in your nose. his big, strong hands were on you, your brain melted.

you couldn't help it. your omega brain switched on, and you nuzzled against him, trying to get as much of his scent on you.

you wanted to drown in it, get drunk off of it. your alpha. your big, strong Alpha that you couldn't get enough of.

his lips nipped at your neck and you released a giggle. he hadn’t claimed you, yet, waiting for your heat. that was the proper way to do it, how the military wanted it done.

he now had a reason to come home.

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it was weird, walking around with an Alpha that hadn't claimed you. you held his hand as he led you from the Bronco and into the bar.

the hard deck. a cute name, considering the little bit Bradley had told you about naval aviation. "ready?" he asked you, lifting your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it.

you swallowed the lump in your throat, but the way your moustache tickled your skin had you giggling. "ready," you answered.

meeting your alpha's friends was a big deal. even when you tried to pretend it wasn't, it was a big deal. his friends. the people he worked with. the people that would make sure he came back to you. his squad were important to him.

they were important to you, too, now.

this was something this should have waited until you were mated, until you had his claim on your neck and yours on his. but you were completely covered in his scent, and that was the next best thing.

the hard deck was a cacophony of shouts and jeers and music from the juke box. shouts of those trying to be louder than the jeers, jeers from the group playing darts. noises from the pool table too, cues hitting balls and balls hitting each other.

he led you through the hard deck, past the bar and over to a group of people in khakis. "hey, rooster!" one of them called as the two of you approached.

mostly alphas, you noted as you looked at them. two betas, no other mares in sight.

"guys, there's someone I want you to meet."

Bradley pulled you in front of him. his hands rested on your shoulders as he introduced you, gave his friends your name.

"hi," you said abd swallowed the uncomfortable feeling in your throat. too tight, lump in your throat too big.

shoving the pool cue into the hands of the spectacled man, the broad, brown haired an strode over. he looked tall, until he got close to Bradley.

beta, you realised once you breathed in.

"hangman," bradley mumbled, his moustache twitching as he pulled you closer. like he had anything to be worried about. you were well and truly his.

"who's this pretty little thing?" he asked, looking you up and down. a beta raised by alphas, you decided.

you patted your alphas chest. "this is Bradley," you said and smiled up at him. "he really is a pretty little thing, isn't he?"

red cheeked, hangman laughed at you. no, not at you. with you. "I'm jake," he said and held his hand out to you.

"nice to meet you, jake."

one by one, you met all of Bradley's friends. they were all lovely, but your favourite was natasha. she was maybe the second sexiest Alpha you had ever seen (behind Bradley, of course). not only that, but she was lovely. friendly, but she could easily hold her own. if they were a Pack, more than friends, she would have been their leader.

sat in Bradley’s lap, you listened as his friends told you stories. what they could of their time in the Navy. none of the horrible stuff, none of the traumatic things they had been through. instead, the moments they found themselves... enjoying.

no, enjoying wasn't the right word. but it allowed them to feel like they belonged.

as you listened, your glass became empty. you shook it, the ice cubes clinking together, before you drank them, too.

"I'm gonna get another," you said to Bradley and kissed his cheek.

he tightened his grip on you, not letting you off of his lap. "hey," he said quickly, his eyebrows raising.

rolling your eyes, you pressed a kiss to his lips. you pulled away, giggling as you made your way to the bar.

"same again?" the woman behind the bar asked.

"please," you said and she began making it for you.

you pulled your card from your purse, but someone placed their hand on top of yours, stopping you.

not Bradley, you would have recognised his scent immediately.

you looked up at the man, also in khakis. his dark hair was greying at the sides and there was something about his smile that put you off, like he wasn't used to the action. "I got it, darlin'," he said and opened his wallet.

you shook your head. "I'm good," you said and grabbed your card again. "thank you, though."

"c'mon, put it away," he said, trying to sound light. "a pretty 'mega like you shouldn't have to pay for your drinks."

a smile split across your face. "you're right," you said and tucked your card back into your purse. "lemme go and get my Alpha real quick."

you made your way back over to Bradley, grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. "what're you doing, angel?" he asked, hands on your waist, pulling you into him.

he looked at the man beside you. "cyclone."

he fucking knew him!

oh, this was too good.

cyclone cleared his throat. "Rooster," he said as Bradley pulled out his wallet.

"have you met my Omega yet?" he asked, paying for your drink. you sipped it, practically glowing as your alpha protectively stood up for you.

he leaned down and kissed your exposed shoulder. "go sit down, Angel," he whispered and sent you on your way. you went willingly, sitting beside Nat and watching as Bradley spoke with cyclone.

"I didn't know he knew him," you muttered and sipped some more of your fruity cocktail drink.

natasha released a laugh. "knew him? that's our superior."

your mouth dropped open. your alpha. sticking up for you. in front of his superior.

you were so in love.

I'd loooove some more abo/hybrid!au top gun requests!

[rainbowsuitcase]

I'm pretty sure Val Kilmer once said that Ice chews ice, and I can't get rid of the idea of that being something he does to calm down.

Maybe he used to bite his nails when he was anxious and then he decided to stop and picked up the cigarettes and the peanuts, and he got into the habit of buying cold drinks when he was nervous, just so he could crush the ice cubes with his teeth.

Slider, his forever roommate, noticed that particular thing even before Ice himself realized that he was doing it. And already in the Academy, through some research, trial and error, and self testing, Slider taught himself how to make ice with the perfect level of crunchiness, not so hard that Ice would break his teeth on it, not so soft that he wouldn’t get anything out of it, but something that’s just right.

He always makes sure he has a tray on hand, no matter where they are, and he always fills it back up when Ice uses up most of it for drinks.

Because when he wakes up in the middle of the night to the sounds of his best friend thrashing around in his own bed, whining, mumbling horrible nonsense, Slider gets the tray out of the freezer, helps Ice sit up and guides a melting ice cube into his mouth.

Sometimes it takes more than one or two for Ice to wake up and take in where he really is, and sometimes he gets through the whole tray before he stops shaking and feels ready to fall back asleep, but it always works.

And Slider always makes sure to fill up the whole tray again right the next morning.

Years later, when Ice starts staying the nights at Maverick’s place, starts leaving his clothes over, Slider gives the kid the shovel talk, as is his duty, and teaches him the most important skill he knows.

[sweetwhispersofchaos]

Well said 👏 👏👏

I will never not love Monica's choices for Phoenix's body language. she so unapologetically takes up space, doesn't back down, doesn't break eye contact with her cohort.

When they're in briefings, she's often slouched back, thighs spread, taking up as much space as the guys. she's 5-6" shorter than Jake and Bradley but never backs down when either approach or stand up to her.

Being a woman in the military is hard. Men can make mistakes all the livelong day and that's fine, they get bawled out, but it's fine. but if a woman makes a mistake, all women are blamed. and it gets worse the more specialised and "elite" you are. "taking" a spot a man is "more deserving" of, or enduring accusations you're only there because of getting on your knees or back.

And Nat, especially as a very beautiful woman, has likely heard it all, and it hasn't made her small. instead, despite her petite size, she takes up space, she owns her space and she never backs down, never apologises, never makes herself smaller.

I just really love her and I love Monica's choices.

[peachesandcreames]

Behind the Scenes Cuteness 💞💕

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

The Edge of the Sky

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Sister!Reader

Summary: Growing up with Rooster and Hangman, you never imagined that one day, the cocky, insufferable pilot would be the one to turn your world upside down. As the three of you push yourselves to the limits in the Top Gun program, old rivalries and new emotions collide. When a near-disastrous accident forces you to confront feelings you never saw coming, you’re left wondering: has the man you spent your whole life rolling your eyes at been the one all along?

The heat of the San Diego sun bore down on you as you leaned back on your hands, watching the Top Gun squad argue over whose fault it was that their last play had gone to hell. A volleyball spun lazily in the air before bouncing onto the sand near your feet. You could already see the smug look on Hangman’s face before you even glanced up.

"Well, well, well," Hangman drawled, stepping closer, hands on his hips. "If it isn’t Rooster’s little sister, here to grace us with her overwhelming lack of athletic ability."

You rolled your eyes, tossing the ball back to him. "I’m not the one who just got spiked on by Phoenix."

Phoenix smirked as she dusted sand off her hands. "Damn right he did."

Hangman caught the ball effortlessly and twirled it on his finger. "That was a tactical error. I was busy strategizing."

Rooster scoffed. "Yeah? Strategizing how to lose?"

"That’s funny, Bradshaw. Remind me, who’s winning again?" Hangman gestured at the scoreboard scratched into the sand. His team was up by four points, but if you had to guess, it wasn’t the game that mattered—it was the bragging rights.

You smirked, shaking your head at their antics, before standing and dusting sand off your legs. "Alright, boys, keep measuring whatever it is you’re measuring. Some of us need water before we die of heat stroke."

As you walked off toward the cooler, you felt Hangman’s eyes on you. You were used to it—he’d always been Rooster’s cocky, infuriating friend, the guy you’d grown up rolling your eyes at. But lately, there was something different about the way he looked at you. Maybe you were imagining it. Maybe not. Either way, you refused to give it another thought.

Training was brutal the next morning. Maverick was running you all ragged, pushing the limits of your speed and endurance in the air. You and Hangman had been paired for dogfighting drills, which meant you spent most of your time cursing his name as he pulled impossible maneuvers that left you struggling to keep up.

"Damn it, Hangman!" you hissed through the comms as he cut in front of you with zero warning. "A little heads-up next time?"

His laugh crackled through your earpiece. "Where’s the fun in that?"

You ground your teeth, banking hard to the right. The two of you went at it, testing the limits of your jets and your patience, until Maverick finally called for a break. When you landed, you barely made it five steps before Rooster was in your face, arms crossed.

"You realize you’re playing right into his hands, right?" Rooster said, jabbing a finger at your chest. "He loves getting under your skin. It’s his favorite hobby."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, well, unfortunately, I have better things to do than worry about Hangman’s hobbies."

"Do you?" Rooster asked, skeptical. "Because from where I’m standing, it looks like he’s got you on edge."

You waved him off. "You’re imagining things."

But Rooster wasn’t done. He leaned in, lowering his voice. "Just... be careful, alright? Hangman’s a lot of things, but he’s not the kind of guy who—"

"I know exactly what kind of guy he is," you interrupted. "And trust me, I’m not interested."

Rooster gave you a long, knowing look before shaking his head. "If you say so."

A week later, everything changed.

It was supposed to be a standard training run. Nothing out of the ordinary. But then, in the blink of an eye, Hangman’s jet stalled.

"Eject, eject!" Maverick’s voice rang through the comms as Hangman’s jet spiraled. You felt your stomach drop.

And then, the parachute deployed. Hangman drifted down, landing hard in the desert just outside the airstrip. You were out of your jet before you even registered moving, sprinting toward the medics loading him onto a stretcher.

"Move!" you barked at one of the techs, shoving past them until you were at Hangman’s side. He groaned, wincing as he blinked up at you.

"Well, would you look at that," he murmured, voice rough but teasing. "Didn’t know you cared, darlin’."

Your heart was in your throat. "Shut up, Seresin."

But he just smirked. "You’re holding my hand, sweetheart."

You looked down. Sure enough, your fingers were wrapped tightly around his. You snatched your hand back as if burned, face flushing.

Rooster appeared at your side, arms crossed. "Huh. That’s an interesting reaction."

"Oh, screw you," you snapped, spinning on your heel and marching away before either of them could see the panic on your face.

Hangman, from his place on the stretcher, just grinned. "I think she likes me."

Rooster scowled. "Don’t push your luck."

The Hard Deck was packed that night, the bar alive with laughter and music as the squad gathered to celebrate Hangman getting cleared. The moment he walked in, the cheers went up, and he grinned like he owned the place.

Hangman raised his arms, basking in the applause. "Damn, feels good to be back! Miss me that much?" he called out, flashing his signature smirk as the squad clapped him on the back and pulled him into hugs. "Don't worry, your favorite pilot is still in one piece."

You were already at the bar, sipping your drink when he sauntered over, leaning against the counter beside you. "Didn’t think I’d see you over here all by your lonesome."

You smirked, not looking at him. "Figured I’d take a break from the testosterone overload."

He chuckled, ordering a drink before turning to face you fully. "So, about earlier—"

"Not happening," you cut in quickly, taking another sip.

He tilted his head, a knowing glint in his eye. "Oh, I think it is."

You finally met his gaze, and for the first time, you didn’t see just the cocky pilot who had been in your life for years. You saw something else—something dangerous, something tempting.

Your voice was quieter when you spoke. "What if it is?"

Hangman didn't hesitate. "Then I guess it's time I finally say it—you're the woman of my dreams."

You blinked, caught off guard by his directness, your heart hammering against your ribs. Before you could overthink it, before Rooster could interrupt with some snide remark, you reached up, grabbed the collar of his flight suit, and kissed him.

The bar erupted in cheers, the squad whooping and clapping, pounding on tables like they’d been waiting for this moment all along.

When you pulled back, Hangman smirked down at you, a little breathless. "Shoulda done that a long time ago, sweetheart."

Rooster, standing off to the side with his arms crossed, let out a long, suffering sigh. "If you break her heart, Hangman, I’ll break your face."

Hangman only grinned, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Not a chance, Bradshaw."

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

Ice: I have never, not once in my life, felt so disorganized and horribly worried as to when I'm with you.

Mav: Odd way to say 'I love you' but I'm into it. Tell me how much I piss you off next.

[randomtacoscry]



In 36 years, Maverick went from [not facing Kazansky and consciously willing his hand to stop shaking to conceal his intense raw grief] to [openly tearing up and pouring his heart out directly to Ice's worried gaze]

"The only reason I'm here is you."

"We all need you. That's why I fought for you."

SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPPPPPP

It's gay as hell to have a soulmates / guardian angel relationship with your ex-rival FOR 36 YEARS

[nyree2712]

Top Gun - Incorrect Quote 73

Slider: I will not stand here and be insulted for you shortstack

Maverick: Then sit down

Slider: *Sits down* Well at least we're at eye level

Goose: Oh no

Iceman: Oh no

Bradley (6 years): Oh no

Maverick: Guess who's going to die tonight!

[embersareout9]

Tis my day of birth, so in honor of that, here are top gun characters and their birthdays.

Mav: Expects people to forget, but always ends up surrounded by all his family and friends. (The daggers especially love surprising him at work)

Ice: Often has to work through his birthday, so mav always wakes him up nicely ( if you know what i mean ;) ) and has a (takeout) fancy dinner prepared when he gets home.

Goose: fucking LOVES birthdays. absolutely has the biggest backyard barbecue every year, complete with a homeade cake that carole makes for him.

[hyperfixationalmotives]

Maverick: All odd numbers have ‘e’ in them

Ice: Mav its 3am

Maverick: t-h-r-E-E!

Ice: GO TO SLEEP!

[cherryblossomcowgirl]

Sun To Me

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: Death of spouse; mentions of accident; grief; angst; FLUFF

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“Uncle Mav!” My son runs as fast as his little legs can take him towards the beach football game. Maverick turns around, beaming, “AJ! Get over here!” He picks him up and spins him around. AJ is belly laughing and I walk up, “Hi Mav.” He sets down my son and wraps me in a hug, “Hi kiddo.” The beach is crowded and Maverick laughs, “Sorry, squad bonding. Thought we’d throw the old pig skin around.” I smile, “I’m just happy to see you … and the sun. Don’t get much of that in Washington.” Maverick laughs, “Yeah, make sure you use sunscreen. You are pale as a ghost.” We laugh and he checks his watch, “I’m having my squad over for a cookout, do you guys want to come? It should be close to your rental.” AJ starts pulling on my leg, “Please Mommy? Please?” Part of me wants to go back to the rental and not be surrounded by aviators for the night. Part of me also knew what I was getting into when I took the contracting job here. I chuckle, “Sure buddy. Just for a little bit.”

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Maverick’s house is the same as always. Minimal decor and piles of work papers. “Everyone is out back, want a drink?” I nod, following him to the cooler. AJ grabs a juice box and starts running around the backyard. Penny sees me and walks over, “Y/n, it has been too long!” I hug her, “I know, Pen. How are you?” “I’m good. How are you, honey?” I take a second, “Better. We will be okay.” She looks at my hand and sadness washes over her face. I give her a weak smile, “I put the rings in a memory box when we packed up everything. It was too hard seeing them everyday.” Penny nods, “How is AJ doing?” I look over at my son. He’s only 4 but he is so tall, just like his Dad. I sigh, “He’s doing good. Asks about him a lot. It’s getting easier to tell him stories.” She hugs me, her eyes watery. There is a moment of silence before we walk over towards the group of people near Maverick. AJ runs over, so I pick him up for a squeeze. Maverick calls out, “Daggers, this is Y/n and her son AJ. She’s going to be working on our radio communications for the next few months.” The aviators wave and some introduce themselves to me. Then the back gate opens and Bradley walks through. He beelines to AJ, “Little man! You need to slow down, you’ll be taller than me soon!” AJ giggles, “Uncle Roo, you literally are so big that’s IMPOSSIBLE.” Bradley turns to me, “Hey, Y/n. It’s good to see you.” He wraps his arms around me and I breathe in his familiar scent, “Hey, Roo. You too.” Penny takes AJ in to play with some toys while I sit with Bradley and Maverick, catching up after a year of being apart. Their work has been crazy, as always. I tell them that mine is as boring as always, so I am happy to be here. “Need another beer?” I nod, following Bradley to the cooler. On the way we pass a few men who are standing close, talking in hushed voices. A man with dark hair motions to me and murmurs, “Yeah… that F-16 that went down last year? That’s the guy’s family.” I freeze. Part of me knew that they might know my husband, but another part of me was hoping they didn’t. Bradley turns around, eyes filled with worry, “Are you okay?” I nod, “I just need a minute.” I head towards the back of Maverick’s yard to get some air.

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The waves are crashing on the sand. I close my eyes, taking a moment to breathe. Seeing Roo is still hard for me. He became best friends with my husband during their time at the Academy. Best man at our wedding. God father of our child. How did it end up like this? I look to the sky for an answer, but I’m met with the same stars I see every night. Roo stands beside me and drapes his arm around my shoulders, “AJ is growing up so fast.” “I know. Did he tell you he knows all the planets?” He laughs, “Yeah he sang me a song about them. You should be proud of yourself, you’re doing such a good job with him.” Tears sting my eyes and I whisper, “I have no clue what I am doing.” Sadness fills Bradley’s brown eyes, “But you’re doing it. I should’ve been around more and I’m sorry. Now that you guys are here, I want to help.” “You don’t have to do that.” He looks up at the sky, “I need to… for Archie. I remember the day he asked me to be AJ’s Godfather… you had just found out you were pregnant. Archie knew it was going to be a boy.” I throw my arms around Bradley, squeezing as tight as I can. We stand like this for a minute, then little arms wrap around our legs. “Mommy! Uncle Roo! Up!” I wipe my tears and bend down, picking him up. He wraps his little arms around me and Bradley. AJ looks up, “Uncle Roo? Will you come over to our new house?” Bradley smiles, “Of course! How about I pick you up from school one day this week.” AJ’s eyes widen, “Mommy, can he? Can he please?” I look at Bradley and AJ, both staring at me with pleading eyes. I laugh, “Okay, deal. But Uncle Roo has to get a car seat for the Bronco.” They celebrate their victory and I check my watch, “AJ baby, it’s time to head home for bed.” He whines and Bradley chuckles, “It’s okay bud, I’ll see you soon. I promise.” We say our goodbyes and I take him back to our little rental. He falls asleep immediately and I drift away right beside him.

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The first week of the new job was busy, but I like it. It doesn’t give my brain any time to wander. Seeing the jets lined up at the hangar brings a lump to my throat. AJ’s teachers say that he is adjusting well. Every day he tells me stories about his new friends and what they did in class. Friday rolls around and Bradley texts me a photo of AJ in a car seat with a text that says “See you soon, Mommy!” I smile and set my phone down on the kitchen counter. The Bronco pulls into the driveway and AJ comes running through the door, “Mommy! Uncle Roo bought me a baseball glove AND A BALL! He’s going to play catch with me!” Bradley walks in behind him, holding the baseball gear. I hug AJ, “Did you say thank you?” Bradley smiles, “He did about a million times.” “Well you boys go play, dinner will be ready soon.” AJ runs out the back door and Bradley follows, grinning from ear to ear. I watch them from the window. My heart is aching and happy at the same time. Of course Archer picked the best Godfather. I open the back door, “Okay boys, dinner is ready! Wash your hands!” They come inside and AJ cheers, “Yay! Spaghetti night!” We sit down to eat and AJ tells us all about school. Bradley talks to AJ about work. AJ finishes and asks if he can go play, running into the living room to build his puzzle. Bradley looks at me, “When was the last time you had a night without AJ?” I think back, “Before Archer. I’m used to the quiet nights.” Bradley shakes his head, “The squad is going out tonight and you’re coming. Amelia can watch him. We can head over once he’s asleep.” I try to protest but Bradley stops me, “You are allowed to have a life, Y/n.” I look at my hands. I know he is right. Amelia is great and would probably like the extra money. I stand up, “Okay, let me start his bedtime routine. Then I’ll need half an hour to get ready.” Bradley smiles, “Deal. I’ll call Amelia now.”

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An hour later, AJ is asleep and Amelia is in the kitchen chatting with Bradley. I walk out and they smile at me. I leave Amelia my number for emergencies, following Bradley to his Bronco. On the ride to the bar, he clears his throat, “When was the last time you played pool?” I shrug, “A long time ago. I’ll be rusty.” He laughs, “Well, your rusty will wipe the floor with my squad. Just don’t take too much of their money, okay?” I smirk, “I’m not making any promises.” We pull into the parking lot of Penny’s bar and I follow Rooster inside. Penny smiles, “Amelia was so excited you called! Good to see you.” I smile and grab the beer she set on the counter, “She is sweet for coming last minute.” Bradley pulls me towards the pool table, his squad is standing around chatting. Everyone says hello and Bradley hands me a cue, “Warmup round? You and me?” I smile and nod. The Daggers watch as I absolute demolish Bradley. He throws his hands up, “I surrender. I don’t understand how you’re so good at that.” I shrug, “It’s just angles.” He laughs and shakes his head. The rest of the squad takes turns trying to beat me. Pheonix is good, Bob is okay, but Jake almost beats me. I sink my final solid and then the 8 and he chuckles, “Back home they’d call you a pool shark, darling.” I laugh, “No, that’s only if I was taking y’all’s money.” He smirks, stirring up an odd feeling inside of me. The night continues on, filled with chatter and laughs. A woman comes over, asking Bradley to dance. He glances at me, “Go! I’ll be fine.” I sit down, checking to see if Amelia has texted. I take a breath, I know he is perfectly fine and probably sleeping like an angel. Jake walks over to the table and holds out his hand, “C’mon, a pretty lady shouldn’t be sitting down when there’s a slow song playing.” I think for a second. He’s Bradley’s friend, so he’s probably just being nice. I would be lying if I didn’t say he is very, very attractive. Guilt gnaws at me and I push it down. I take his hand, “Why not.” He pulls me onto the floor and we two step. It has been so long since I have danced with an adult and I love this song. I hum along and Jake smiles, “Zach Bryan fan?” I nod, “I have his vinyl. Been trying to teach AJ how to dance.” Jake chuckles, “How’s he doing?” “Good, the height difference makes it pretty difficult.” He spins me around and pulls me back in. His cologne surrounds me, earthy and citrus. My focus is on his hand, holding my waist with a calm but steady force. “You liking it here?” “Mhmm. I get to see the beach everyday and it’s nice being closer to Roo.” He raises an eyebrow, “How is it that you know Rooster?” I look in his green eyes and see genuine curiosity. He doesn’t know. I clear my throat, “He was best friends with my husband.” Jake’s eyes are still curious, “Was?” Weirdly enough, the question doesn’t upset me, “Archer, my husband, passed away last year. He went through all of his training with Roo.” His face falls, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” I give him a small smile, “It is okay, you didn’t know.” Jake spins me again and finishes the dance with a dip, “Thank you for the dance, Y/n.” He grins from ear to ear. I blush and head back to the squad. Bradley rejoins the group and nudges my arm, “Saw you dancing.” “Oh hush, it was nothing.” Bradley chuckles, “If it was nothing then why are you smiling like that?” I elbow him, “Drop it.”

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The next morning, for the first time in a long time, I wake up in a great mood. I decide to take AJ to the beach. He cheers as I pack things into our car. I drive a few miles, until we reach a spot that isn’t too crowded. I set up a tent and AJ starts building sand castles. “Mommy, look! I made a tower like Tangled!” “Good job baby.” I lay beside him, picking out seashells for his castles. The waves crash on the shore. The smell of the ocean calms my soul. A southern accent brings me back down to Earth, “Y/n?” I look up to see Jake, shirtless and glistening. “Hey, Jake!” AJ looks up, “You were at my Uncle Mav���s house.” Jake leans down and smiles, “Yes sir. I work with Maverick.” AJ hums and keeps building, “Do you want to build sand castles with me?” “Oh honey, Jake is probably busy.” Jake shrugs, “I was just running. I would love to help you, buddy.” He gets down to AJ’s level and starts collecting sand. I smile as I watch him interact with my son. He could’ve kept going about his day, but he didn’t. Instead he is indulging a bossy 4 year old. Jake’s green eyes meet mine, “Funny running into you, I was just thinking about you.” I blush, hoping he doesn’t notice, “You were?” He nods, “I had fun last night.” “I did too.” AJ looks up from his castle, “A fun night? Did you watch a movie?” I chuckle, “No baby, but movies are fun!” Jake nudges him, “What’s your favorite movie?” AJ taps his chin for a moment, “Beauty and the Beast.” Jake raises an eyebrow, “Why’s that?” AJ shrugs, “Because my Mommy is just like Belle.” I smile at my son and Jake glances over at me, “Maybe we should watch it together sometime.” My eyes widen and AJ stands up, “Yes! At my new house! Mommy you need to buy popcorn.” I take a second, analyzing what just happened. Jake wants to spend more time with us? Watching a kids movie? The same odd feeling I had last night happens again. A weird feeling of warmth spreading through me. Jake leans closer, “I don’t want to overstep. You can always say no.” I take a breath, “Of course you can come over for a movie night.” AJ climbs on Jake’s back, “My bedtime is 8 so come over before that.” Jake chuckles, “Yes sir.” I look over at him, “I’m sure you have other plans on a Saturday night. It was already so kind of you to build castles with him.” Jake shrugs, “No other plans, besides what could be as fun as movie night with AJ?” They high-five and AJ starts dancing around, overjoyed by the evening’s new plans.

[robertsfloyd]

cowboy

jake seresin. an alpha. a cowboy. sweet when he's concussed.

Alpha!Hangman x Omega!reader

inaccuracies bc idk what I'm talking about 😭

"does it hurt his... you know..."

you looked at your friend, your eyebrow raised. "hurt his what?" you asked and lifted your drink to sip from the straw in your huge cup (you'd never drink all of it, you were just holding onto it for your boyfriend.

"his..." She whistled.

you were still clueless. you turned your attention back to the ring. Alchemy had just bucked off someone else, but that wasn't surprising. he was the toughest bull to handle.

"his knot. does it hurt his knot when he rides?"

you rolled your eyes. she just had to ask 'that', didn't she?quite frankly, it was none of her business. the way her eyes lit up when you opened your mouth to answer told you she knew that.

"babe, his knot isn't inflated when he rides," you answered, voice short, clipped. you didn't mean to be rude, she was your best friend after all, but she didn't need to notice.

just like you had, she rolled her eyes. "I mean after. like, when he puts it to use."

oh.

'oh'.

"I get it now," you mused and sipped more of your too big drink. "you wanna bag yourself a bull rider. wanna know what you'd be working with."

she folded her arms over her chest, chin raised in defiance. "so what if I do?" she challenged.

giggling to yourself, you shook your head. "go and get one, girl."

no, your boyfriend being a bull rider didn't affect his performance in the bedroom. he was incredible, had no problem bringing you to orgasm and inflating his knot, locking you together.

he was gonna get you pregnant one of these days.

"and now, hometown hero, jake seresiiiiiiin!" the announcer shouted, dragging put his last name.

you sat up straighter, leaned forward slightly. your boyfriend, your alpha, about to enter the ring.

you could just about see him, just about see the top of his cream coloured cowboy hat. you knew his routine before he was released into the ring; he had taken you through it late at night while you were cuddled into his chest.

he wrapped the rope over his hand. the bull jumped slightly, shaking the fencing. one of the men on the fence, ready to release the bull, patted his shoulders. jake gave a nod and the fence flew open.

immediately, the bull threw his body around. colorado. he was one of the hardest bulls to ride. but jake had the record on him, a record he was trying to break.

his arm went up, helping him to balance.

but, finally, colorado dislodged jake. he threw him to the sand and went broncing around the ring.

you held your breath as you watched jake on the floor. you hated this, hated it when he didn't get up. anxiety filled you and you wrapped your lips around the straw. but you didn't drink as you watched.

get up.

please get up.

murmurs started up from the crowd. your boyfriend still wasn't moving. oh god, you were going to be sick.

your friend grabbed your arm. "he's gonna be okay, babe," she mumbled and took your hand. "he's gonna get up. he always does."

they got the bull out of the ring. jake still hadn't moved.

"jake!" You screamed, squeezing your cup so tight that the lid popped off.

finally, he moved. he used his arms to push himself up from the sand, grabbed his hat and waved to the crowd, assuring them that he was okay.

but he wasn't okay.

he limped away from the ring as you shoved your cup into your friends hand, spilling your soda everywhere. you pushed your way past the people sitting in front of you. they should have known you were coming, the scent of your distress should have alerted them that you were coming.

there was always a medical team on standby at these things, you thought. truth be told, you weren't a rodeo girl. you'd never been to one before you met jake.

around the back, a group of his fellow bull riders surrounded the ambulance. fuck, was that always on standby? was that how bad injuries at rodeos got?

bradley spotted you first. "good thing you're here," he mumbled and pushed you through the crowd. past Bob and his twin, Rhett, past micky and javy, and natasha the barrel racer.

there your jake was, sitting in the back of the ambulance, ice pack against his forehead. his eyes lit up when he saw you. "sugar!" he cried and reached for you.

you rushed towards him. "fuck, you had me so worried!" you cried as you wrapped your arms around his neck. you wouldn't touch his head, not until you knew he was all right.

"don't do that to me again, cowboy," you whispered.

he pulled you as close as you could get, standing between his legs. "you smell so good, sugar pie," he mumbled and pressed his face against your boobs.

"jake," you whispered. "how's your head?"

"fuzzy."

your gently moved your fingers through his hair. "should we get you to the hospital?" the scent he was projecting was so strange, she couldn’t place it. her Alpha, her poor Alpha, needed her more than anything.

"'mega," he whimpered as you tried to pull away. "where you goin'?"

this wasn't your jake. this wasn't the cocky asshole his friends told you was impossible to love. this wasn't the Alpha that talked big game in front of other alphas, puffed up his chest and walked around like a champion. he wasn't the Alpha that kept you tucked into his side, growling whenever another alpha got too close for comfort.

he was being so soft, so sweet, in a way he only was in the safety in one of your apartments (you couldn't wait to move in with him). "Rooster," you called.

hooking his arm around jakes, Bradley pulled him to his feet. "sugar pie?" jake cried, and you tucked yourself into his side.

"I'm here, cowboy," you muttered and patted his chest.

bradley helped you to get jake into the passenger seat of your car. he sat down, but he wouldn’t let go of you.

"jake-"

"kiss me, sugar."

you rolled your eyes. but you kissed him. his scent settled, became more of what you were used to. he released a hum. "keep kissin' me like that and I'll feel better in no time."

you got out of his hold and shut him in. walking around the front of the car, you climbed into the driver's seat and began driving away.

all through the drive to the hospital, jake tried to touch you. the hand on your knee, you didn't mind. but it was when he tried to hold your cheek, hold your hand. you had to bat him away.

but you made it to the hospital in one piece.

helping jake out of the car, you led him into the hospital. you got him checked in and sat him down.

he held you as close as he could in the waiting room. you were gonna be there most of the night, you knew.

"sugar?"

you hummed as you turned your face towards him. "what's up?" you hummed as he pulled your legs over his lap.

"love you, 'mega."

"love you too, alpha."

I love blending au's so much! cowboy and abo? I'm obsessed. I've got plans for werewolf+ mechanic in the near future

[psuedochakra]

Top Gun text posts

[frozen-seagrass]

guys. what if Icemav's ship name was "chaos control"