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15 + sereshace - liz

grapejuice - harry styles

There's just no gettin' through Without you A bottle of rouge Just me and you Sittin' in the garden, I'm a couple glasses in I was tryna count up all the places we've been You're always there, so don't overthink I'm so over whites and pinks

They're celebrating all of the squadron, but Natasha's about three hours past where she can care anymore.

The mission, about a year in their rearview, finally got declassified, and there's a lot of pomp and circumstance. Dress whites that feel too tight around the collar, presentations and awards and special commendations. Everywhere she turns there's talks about promotions and so much of the upper brass the corner of her mouth twitches with how much she's had to grin and bear it.

The bottom line is, she needs air, and soon, and when she gets the chance her hand reaches out to shake and make her excuses so she can wander out into the courtyard of the too-nice hotel. She stops at the bar on her way out, grabs a glass of red wine, and lets the glass sit precariously on a walkway railing for a moment while she collects herself.

It's almost empty out here, a couple of other stragglers in uniform. There's a gentle breeze that feels good on her face. She takes a couple of deep breaths, and takes the glass off the railing, lifts it to her mouth and takes a couple of swallows.

"Need a refill?" a voice says behind her. Familiar. Warm.

"This is my refill," she returns, turning her head to smile at Bradley. His whites shine in the lights that illuminate the gardens, but she doesn't miss the way he's already unbuttoned the top two, away from prying eyes.

She takes the chance to stretch her neck after keeping her posture so straight for so long. He follows the line of it with his eyes. She knows, because she does it, too.

"What're you doing out of the party?" she asks him.

"Avoiding questions and the admirals that're asking them," he tells her. His eyes scan the garden, and when they don't pick up on anyone with stars on their lapel, he leans forward and kisses her cheek. "You all right?"

"Fine," she murmurs, smiling at the daring kiss. "I'm avoiding questions, too. Avoiding everyone, really." It's then she sees that he's empty-handed. "Didn't you ask if I wanted a refill? Where's your drink?"

It's Jake who answers, jogging up to them with a prize in his hands. "He was waiting for me to sweettalk us into a bottle," he laughs, coming to a halt next to the both of them before holding it aloft for them to admire. Natasha takes the moment to admire his own look, his whites still styled to perfection. He might as well have been motionless for the last few hours. "Voila."

"You butcher the French language, Seresin," Bradley snorts, before taking the bottle and peering at the label. "A cabernet?"

"It was one word," Jake shoots back, rolling his eyes, before moving to stand next to Nat and wrap his arm around her waist. She leans into him, can't help the instinct. "And don't pretend like you can taste any difference. You've got no taste for the finer things."

Bradley's eyes look up from the label, and he looks between Nat and Jake for a moment with a smirk. A little bite of his lower lip.

"I mean, if you're offering a taste of something fine -"

"Boys," Natasha chuckles. She has to interrupt, bring some type of common sense to the banter. Pulling back from Jake, even with his pout at the motion, she nods to the hotel, where music and chatter carry over the courtyard. "There is a party in there. In our honor. I was just getting some air."

"And we'd figure we'd join you," Jake says, snagging the bottle again. "Y'know. Take a breather."

Bradley steps forward again. Rubs shoulders with Jake, and together they block her view of the party completely, pressed together, shoulder to hip.

"If they need us, Bob said he'd text," Bradley tells her. "We'll be all right for a little while longer. C'mon, Nat. Let's breathe."

They are alone out here. The air is cool, and the pathways dive deeper into rows of flowers that look a little mazelike. She itches for it, the chance to disappear, to hide away with the two of them and finish a bottle of wine, doing their best not to spill.

Jake reaches for the pin on her lapel. Straightens the line of it.

"Just for a few minutes," Jake pleads. Looking into her eyes with something longing.

She knows. She feels it, too.

"Okay," she succumbs, and their delighted smiles make their faces shine almost as bright as the garden lights. Her eyes roll at their obvious joy, but feels her cheeks heat at the affection. "Fine. But if either of you spill, I'm throwing you in the fountain." And then she pauses as she looks for a preferred path to wander down. "Did either of you geniuses bring an extra glass?"

"Who needs a glass," Bradley chuckles, following her as she turns to go deeper into the garden, "when we have a bottle?"

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for @katiesharms. opened up prompts! <3 send me one!

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david payne has his glasses on and mike morgan has changed it tie i think twice so uh shits getting real for us tonight i love tornado time - 🦖

oh, friend, stay SUPER safe and sheltered. i know we joke about hanging out and watching but safety is always most important!!! <3 keep me updated!!!!!

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since i haven’t written for you guys a lot lately please feel free to send asks in! my bandwidth for writing is very low because of school but i’m always willing to chat!

fanfic writer asks.

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If you had to be trapped in an elevator with any 1 character from TGM who would be your first and last choices?

if the result was a fun time or potentially a date? first would be phoenix or payback and last would be cain

if the result was the more likely situation where they would have to resuscitate me after i have a panic attack and curl into the fetal position on the floor? hondo or bob for first and last would still be cain

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Ooooo 28!

you ever look back and realize “holy shit, i can’t believe this was this year?” i just had that moment. there’s a lot of words i’ve written down!

but for real, i wrote a lot this year, it’s hard to be proud of any one thing more than others, but i will say you pull me out of the dark, and now it’s light was such a massive undertaking, not just because of word count, and i was just so happy to have completed it. a major piece with a throuple, the complexities of holiday spirit… from conception to completion it was a labor of love and being able to explore those characters in a way that felt so real! it meant a lot to me. especially for a new fandom.

(and i can’t mention that fic without mentioning @duchesschameleon who held my hand while i laughed and cried and bemoaned the whole thing. what a saint. <3)

ao3 wrapped! ask me anything!

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Hi! Could you do a rooster x wife!reader where the reader is a fellow pilot and is on maternity leave, and she comes in to visit him and the crew and he finds her crying over how much she misses flying? And he comforts her and it’s just super cute 🥹 I love your blog so much!

bradley bradshaw x female!reader.

it’s your call sign that finally sends you over the edge.

not roaming the halls with bradley with your baby on your hip. not the old photos that you get to show your daughter while you visit maverick. it’s the helmet you left behind three months ago, with dust collecting on the top, with your call sign so lovingly painted on. that’s you. that’s who you are.

hell, it’s everything, really.

you didn’t realize how much you’d miss it — you just knew you would. every day out of the air felt like a knife through the heart. it’s up there where you belong, up there where you fell in love…

but now all you can do is watch.

it’s mourning. it’s grief. it all hits you at once, and so when you ask mav to watch your daughter while you use the bathroom, it’s an urgent need to get out of line of sight.

“i still have the bladder of a pregnant person,” you sigh. “you mind taking it from here?”

“i’ve got her, tiger. take your time.”

luckily the bathroom’s empty — a small blessing as you look in the mirror. would the flight suit even fit like it should? would they bother making the change to get you up in the skies one last time?

who’s gonna call you tiger anymore?

you don’t realize how long you’ve been gone until bradley comes to find you. how long you’ve been crying until you’re furiously wiping at your face when he peeks in.

“hey, baby,” he says. and there’s concern, there. real concern. it makes your chest ache because that’s the last thing you want, him being scared for you. “what’s going on?”

“nothing, i - i’m fine,” you murmur. “i’m okay. thought you were… with bob and phoenix.”

“i was, but mav said you’d been gone a while,” he repeats, peeking in further before daring to step through the doors. “but you’re… obviously okay.”

“really, bradley, i’m fine,” you urge. wiping your eyes again. “mom hormones. pregnancy hormones… whatever.”

“i’ve seen you split the gap between two fighters with barely an inch on either side without breaking a sweat,” bradley says as he gets close enough to rub your arms. “something’s got you spooked.”

and then it all comes apart again. no reason to put on a brave face for your husband. “i just miss it a lot,” you gasp to him. “i miss flying.”

bradley’s a careful flyer, but he doesn’t hesitate with you. he wraps you up, holds you close, and you grip his arms tight. “i know.”

“i’m scared i won’t be able to come back.”

“you’ll be back.”

your tears have slowed. “how do you know?” you ask him, voice tight.

“because i know you. and i know how you fly. you always come back. you will come back.” and he’s so sure that you can’t help but feel sure yourself. lean on him as he holds you close. “you’ll come back. we’ll make sure of it.”

“you know it,” you whisper. because somehow he does.

“i know you, tiger. you’ll fly again.”

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I am back, if you don't mind. 😊

Can I ask for some more fluff with Jake Seresin and female!reader? He's all I think about, lately.

fair. jake seresin x female!reader.

“you should talk to her.”

he’s broken from his melancholy, and jake’s brow lifts at the prompting from phoenix. smirks before looking around at either side. “i’m sorry, are you talking to me willingly?”

her scoff makes him chuckle, especially as she glares. “don’t tell anyone,” she urges him. “but i couldn’t just sit here when your pouting is giving the whole class hives.”

“i’m not pouting,” he sighs. reaching up to adjust the too-white hat on his head. the dress uniform always feels claustrophobic, especially when you’re in the room. “i’m just thinking.”

“thinking about talking to her? just do it,” phoenix urges, flicking his name tag. “at the very least so rooster loses twenty bucks.”

and with that she struts off, leaving jake open-mouthed.

betting? on his love life? it makes him grumble as he straightens his tie. if that’s the way they’re gonna play it, then fine, he’ll talk to you. but because he wants to, not because of a damn bet.

but as he gets close his mouth goes dry, something only you’ve been able to do to him. when you fly, when you laugh, when you do much as breathe in his direction. his collar feels tight against his skin, and as he approaches second and third thoughts rage in his head. but then you turn to face him, payback and fanboy graciously giving you space, your grin teasing.

“rooster bet you wouldn’t do it?” you ask him. your hair slicked back perfect, your smile teasing as your back stays ramrod straight. unlike him, your dress whites look perfect, your awards gleaming on your chest.

“he’s a bastard like that,” jake sighs. “but it was about time i picked up the courage.”

“i agree,” you say, making his eyes widen. “your pouting was giving me hives.”

and that - that makes everything click.

“you sent phoenix over.”

“i did.”

“you made the bet with rooster.”

“and i’ll get twenty bucks because of it.”

jake’s been played. he’s been had. he’s been conned into doing what he should’ve done all along. and seeing you smile, the orchestrator of it all, well.

there’s a reason he likes you so much, that’s for sure.

“i can think of a good way to spend twenty dollars,” he says with a grin. “a couple of beers at the hard deck? some greasy food that’ll be sure to stain?”

“i wouldn’t have it any other way, seresin,” you laugh. “but if you think i’m paying, you’re out of your mind.”

he definitely is a little crazy. as all pilots tend to be. but if it gets him a date with you, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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okay okay okay i’m back i can’t help myself-

i gotta ask for my favorite boy bradley bradshaw. perhaps some domestic fluff?? or any kind of fluff because he’s adorable and i love him?🥺

bradley bradshaw x gender neutral reader.

“you look good.” bradley’s sunglasses are halfway down his face, and he takes them off fully as you come down the stairs. “really, baby, you look —“

“i’m wearing jeans,” you laugh, shaking your head. “down, boy.”

“what, i can’t be excited?” he says. “come on, i’ve been waiting for weeks to see you. you could be wearing a paper bag and i’d take you out on the town.”

“i’m not saying that at all,” you tell him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “and you know that.”

his lip twitches up one side as leans into the feeling of your hand on his cheek. you drop your fingers, but not before you feel his mustache tickle your skin.

after a moment he sighs. “i know,” he finally murmurs. “i just missed you a lot. wanted to say that.”

and at that, what else can you do but kiss him? press your lips to his, laugh as he wraps his arms around you and dips you because he can.

“i missed you, too,” you tell him, which just makes him kiss you again, and again, and another time just for kicks. until you’re laughing and pushing him away, patting his cheek once more. “but we do have places to go and people to see, bradshaw. leaving the house is a necessity.”

“of course,” he says, his dog tags jingling under his shirt as he shrugs. you can’t but press your hand over his heart, feeling the outline of the metal beneath your palm. you grab your purse and move to the door, laughing again as he leans close to murmur in your ear. “but i promise if we’re late, then we’ll still show up before pete.”

you can’t help but snort. shake your head at his urging. but you turn around so you can kiss him once more, just because he’s home and you can. “point taken, but unless you plan on feeding me here, then we have dinner plans.”

his groan is loud, too loud to be anything but playful, and you pat his chest again. “come on, rooster. let’s go to your homecoming.”

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prompts!!!! i’m so excited!!!!

i feel like this will come as no shock, but give me the fluffiest fluff with my love jake seresin perhaps??? 🥺🥺🥺

i love you!!!!🥰🥰

“Hey, sweetheart!” 

You almost don’t hear him. The beach is a little too good to be true, and your eyes are almost blinded by the sunset. Bright, shining, warm oranges and reds and at the edges, tints of purple. 

You love it here. You both love it here. And on the days that he’s gone, at least you have the beach. A place to remember him. And welcome him back when he makes it home. 

But you do hear him. So when he calls, you answer, and you whirl around expecting a man with a kilowatt smile and bright eyes looking at you like you hung the moon. 

What you see instead is empty air. That is, until your eyes look down. 

Jake Seresin is used to flying high. That’s where he belongs, in the sky, flying jets and laughing while he does it. But at this moment, he’s got his feet on the ground, and… well. One knee, too. 

“Hey, darlin’?” he asks. Grinning from ear to ear. He’s got something in his hand, something you can barely see as tears spring to your eyes.

“Hey,” you whisper back. “Jake, what are - what are you…”

“Well, I’ve got a question for you,” he says. “And it’s a pretty big one. D’you think you could hear me out?”

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BROOOO IM GONNA BE IN HERE ALL WEEKEND LONG

can I please request a (x female!reader) for our boy toy jake seresin

boy toy, indeed. jake seresin x female!reader.

“I’ve been conned.”

There’s not really much more to say at that point. You’ve taken all the words right out of his mouth. Besides the break, he hasn’t needed his cue.

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” you counter, leaning forward to take your last shot. Or what he assumes will be your last shot. All you have left is the eight.

“You said you’ve never played pool before,” he laughs, shaking his head as you sink it with ease. Game over, and he’s done little more than stand there with his mouth open.

“I said I hadn’t played in a while,” you retort. But even as you stand, you can’t hold back your smile. “Didn’t say I’ve never played.”

“You implied — I mean, I assumed —”

And then you’re laughing. You’re really, really laughing, and Jake’s cheeks go a little red.

“What did you assume, Hangman?” you ask him, wiping a little tear from your eye. “That because I’m a girl you would wipe the floor with me?”

“No —“

“Or that maybe I wouldn’t be able to match the wiles of one Jake Seresin once he got the ball rolling?”

“Now, hold on —“

But you’re chuckling again, and he watches you finish the beer he so kindly paid for. “You know what happens when you assume, Seresin? You make an ass out of you and me. Now come on, let’s go. You owe me another drink.”

You’re walking away before he can respond. And he was going to respond. But now he’s left with a pool table full of stripes he never had a chance to hit, a beer of his own that he’s barely touched, and a chest that feels full to bursting.

Oh. Oh, no.

God, you’re never gonna let him live this down.

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I need a Barba X Female relaxing, smutty, I can’t come up with anything specific

rafael barba x female!reader.

his fingers trace your spine. that’s what wakes you. not the sunshine on your skin, or the chill on your bare legs. it’s rafael’s touch, gentle, earnest.

your eyes open slowly. you don’t really want to wake up. his bed is softer than your own, and it’s warm when he’s there beside you. but when you turn your head to face him, you’re welcomed with a smile, and to be honest it’s worth waking up when that’s your view.

“hey,” you whisper. voice thick from a heavy sleep.

“good morning,” he whispers back, fingertips moving to the back of your neck.

slowly the night before comes into full focus. the drinks, the banter, a kiss and another and one more for good measure. his words before you started to sleep. “i thought you had to go in to see liv.”

he smiles, kissing your shoulder. turns on his side so you do, too. “i told her i couldn’t meet until noon. more important matters to attend to.”

“mmm. wonder what that could be.”

“a mystery indeed.”

the sun shines on him now. turns silver hairs golden. green eyes brilliant in the light. you reach out to touch, and he catches your hand, kisses your fingers until your face feels warm.

“you know, i could stay,” you tell him. “until you come back.”

“i’d like that,” rafael tells you. “someone to come home to.”

“i could always be that,” you admit. hand cupping his cheek. “i want to always be that.”

the moment after that lasts a lifetime. a pause where the possibilities unfold. and then his smile outshines the sun in the window, and you feel your toes tingle as he pushes forward to meet you.

“me, too,” he breathes out, against your skin. “me, too.”

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If requests are still open, could I ask for Sonny x f!reader in which she finds that his neck is ticklish, maybe from a kiss? (If requests are closed, feel free to delete this!)

sonny carisi x female!reader.

“don’t you dare.”

the way he says it is stern, but his eyes shine with something you can only describe as mirth. he’s having fun with this, whether he wants to admit it or not.

“it’s revenge, carisi. i’ve gotta take it where i can get it.”

it’s been a standoff for three days since you figured it out. an accidental brush of your fingers making his head launch backwards, cutting off your touch on the back of his neck. at first you’d thought it was just a one-time thing, and then a trail of kisses after work one day had led to the same reaction.

sonny carisi was ticklish. and you were having a lot of fun with that information.

“revenge for what?” he asks, loudly, the two of you facing off on opposite sides of the island in the kitchen. he stands straight to cross his arms over his chest, and you start counting off on your fingers.

“for making me blush every time liv or one of my friends comes in the room. the texts you send at very inopportune times. stealing my favorite pens without giving them back. buying me lunch and then eating half of my fries —“

“okay, okay,” he laughs, hands up in surrender. “i get it, i get it.”

“i’m just saying.”

“i’m a fantastic boyfriend,” he counters.

“you are,” you laugh. slowly coming around the island. “i would never say anything different. you cook for me, you clean the place. you always make sure i’m smiling, and i’m never lacking for affection.” when you finish, you’re standing right in front of him, reaching up to cup his face for a sweet kiss.

right before sticking your fingers on his neck.

“ack!” he shouts, head shooting back, and then you’re giggling and darting away. “all right, you’re asking to be tickled yourself!”

“it’s called revenge, carisi!” you sing at him, running to your bedroom. “and it’s best served with a kiss!”

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BOB I WANT BOB FANFIC WHATEVER YOU HAVE wait no I want Bob snuggles while I’m sick

robert floyd x gender neutral reader.

you don’t want any company today. the sun is hidden behind the clouds, there’s a chance of storms that’ll probably knock your power out, and you head feels full of cotton thanks to the flu you haven’t quite shaken.

but then there’s a familiar, rhythmic knock, and even your strong need for isolation melts once you sees who’s on the other side.

“hey, i brought some stuff,” bob says, and he looks a little sheepish. “i hope you like chicken noodle.” the bag is pretty full to bursting, and you’re trying not to fall in love with the guy in that moment because it’s only been a few months since you’ve had him in the first place.

“i specifically said not to bring stuff,” you tell him, but with your stuffy nose your insistence sounds pretty weak.

“yeah, well… tough,” bob says with a shrug, and you laugh as he gives you a smile.

the next few hours are a blur. mainly because the medicine you take works really, really well. but when you come out of a haze of recovery, emerge from the pile of warm blankets and hot soup and cough drops and tissues so soft you barely feel them, bob is right there next to you.

“sorry for such a lousy day,” you tell him, before you sink into a nap. “and being such bad company.”

“you really think i’d wanna be anywhere else?” he asks you, feeling your forehead with the back of his hand.

your brow furrows at the response, blinking back watery eyes from your last sneeze as you curl against his chest. “you don’t?”

“not in a million years,” he murmurs, and the last thing you feel is his kiss instead of his hand on your forehead.

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Qvo!! It’s so good to see you back on my TL. Couldn’t help myself so can we pls get a hotch x fem!reader ? Something soft pls 🫶🏽

hey, babe! you got it! aaron hotchner x female!reader.

you’re a light sleeper.

no fault of anyone, really. it’s just the way it is. and there are pros and cons, of course, but. really it’s just the way the cookie crumbles.

but nights like this… you don’t mind one bit.

your eyes flutter open just as the door does. a little bit of shuffling you hear aaron’s tie loosen. you don’t hide the fact that you’re awake, instead turning to face where he comes into the room, rubbing at your eyes to see him as clearly as you can.

“good flight?” you mumble, loud enough so he can hear. he hums in acknowledgement.

“not bad.”

you smile a little as the layers come off. tie, shirt, undershirt. a clean t-shirt on before he steps to the bathroom. brushes his teeth, does his routine. when he comes back he has clean boxers on, too, and he smiles as you open your arms to him.

“you sleep on the plane?” you ask. when he shakes his head, you beckon him close. “well, come on, then. you’ve got some catching up to do.”

see, in the morning, aaron’ll tell you what he can of the case. a little debrief when he’s awake enough to talk it through. but tonight, he’ll let you hold him. wrap your arms around him, press your face and a kiss into the back of his neck. he’ll sleep in your arms because he can, and you’ll hold him because you get to.

that’s the routine. that’s the joy.

and all the other times you wake up that night, you’ll get to remember that he’s right there beside you.

there are good things about being a light sleeper.

aaron makes up the majority of them.

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Qvo! Hi! I'm so excited we can send you prompts! How about some more fluff for Jake Seresin and female reader? The reunion after the mission, perhaps? That man looks so damn good in the flight suit.

jake seresin x female!reader.

His name is Jake Seresin.

That’s all you really get out of him the first time you see him. All you get that’s real, at least. Because Jake flirts and he teases and he smiles and he winks, but he also does that with anyone who’s got a damn pulse. He buys you a drink and offers to dance, but you wave him off and head out the door, laughing with your friends about him.

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His name is Jake Seresin, and he’s a pilot.

You can’t believe you’re asking him what he does for a living. Maybe it’s just the fact that it’s been a while since you’ve gone on a good date, or maybe because you’re bored, but you find out that he’s a pilot for the Navy, and according to him, he’s pretty good at it, too.

And that, that’s real. Because when he talks about Top Gun (“TOP GUN,” he corrects, “you gotta say it like you mean it”) he lights up a room. He talks about flying like it’s in his blood, and he drawls out the words like he can’t help but linger in the memories of jet fuel and fighter jets.

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His name is Jake Seresin, he’s a pilot, and he’s leaving on a mission he might not come back from.

He didn’t know he was going to be leaving so soon. He’d just got settled at this post when he got the call. But he’s nothing if not a man who does what he’s told, and he tells you that he’ll miss you with all the earnestness you never thought you’d see.

It’s been a few months since you’ve started dating. You wonder why he means so much to you. But he does, and he always will, and you can’t help but wonder when the pit in your stomach will go away when you get a call from a number you don’t recognize. Wondering when it’s gonna be a guy on the other line with a name and rank and the knowledge that he’s gone and won’t be flying anymore.

“Ma’am, we regret to inform you” or “we’re so sorry for your loss” or “he was a good man” haunts your dreams. But you realize that it’s what he does. Saves people. Loves them, in his own way. That’s real. That’s the Jake you know. That’s the Jake you pray comes back.

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His name is Jake Seresin. He’s a pilot, you see. He’s one of the best in the world, was taught at TOP GUN, and yes, he finally taught you how to say it right. He flirts with you on your dates, and he teases you on the phone, and he winks at you across a pool game you’re losing.

He leaves on these missions but he goes because he cares. He tells you he might not come back, but promises you he’ll try. He says goodbye, and you say you love him, and that - that’s real, that’s what you know to be true.

Because when he comes back, still smelling of jet fuel, he says he loves you, too.

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Can we get a xfemale reader for Sonny Carisi or Barba? Thank youuu

rafael barba x female!reader.

“this is cruel and unusual,” raf mutters to you, arm linked in yours as the two of you walk towards the big open doors. “i feel like we’re being punished.”

“we’re here for jack,” you murmur back, eyes scanning the crowd for familiar faces, summoning a courageous smile as the two of you walk through the slack. “it’s the nature of politics, and he is the district attorney.”

“oh, yes. because when jack mccoy thinks about his best and brightest, he certainly mentions the two of us,” he responds dryly.

you glance toward him. his eyes drag towards you.

you break first. a little smirk, a curve of your lip. you cant help as he gives you a dead-eyed look, so completely dull that you start to giggle.

“you’re a menace, rafael,” you tell him, before squeezing his arm. “you’re lucky i like you.”

after a moment he smiles, too, resting his hand over yours. “i am lucky,” he says, before the two of you reach the ballroom. “in more ways than one.”

it warms your heart. you almost wish the public eye wasn’t so present at the fundraiser, so you could do what you really wanted to. adjust the tie that so perfectly matches the color of your dress. kiss him firmly, until the pictures really start flashing.

instead you just smile. nod in acknowledgement, in a promise for later. and together you walk, attorneys at law, partners in crime, favorite menaces of jack mccoy, and in love to boot.