#bob x rooster

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Booster doodle i may or may not finish :P (bob and rooster)

[rose-pearls]

Telling the family

Summary: Jake and you have been dating for three months and it's time to tell your families.

Bradshaw!Reader and background relationships (Iceman and Maverick, Bob and Rooster)

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 (taglist is open for every fandom)

You could hear a sound coming from your window, you tried to wait to hear if it would come back but as it stayed silent you turned around and tried to go back to sleep. Just then the same sound comes back, and you turn around to see that it is 3 am. Who would be making noises at this hour of the night?

You get out of your bed mumbling under your breath about which idiot was there and as you looked through your window you saw who it was. Your idiot, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, he was smiling widely as he sees you appear, and you can’t help but smile.

“What are you doing here?”, you whisper as you open the window, and he rolls his eyes before typing something on his phone.

‘Wanted to see you, it has been a week.’

You look back at your boyfriend with a soft smile before trying to listen if anyone was awake but by some luck no one was. You tell him to wait, and he nods, a mischievous grin on his lips.

“I can’t believe you came here in the middle of the night.”, you tell him as you leave the house and Jake’s smirks turns soft as you arrive in one of his old jersey’s that you managed to sneak past your fathers and Bradley.

“Hi, darling.”, he whispers, and you can’t help but melt at his whisper, the Texan accent still managing to seep through the words. He wraps his arms around your waist as soon as he is able to, and you smile lovingly as you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him into a sweet kiss.

“Hi, handsome.”, you whisper after the kiss and Jake smiles lovingly, squeezing your waist in response.

“What do you say about some In-n-out?”, you can’t help but smile at the words and Jake chuckles softly. 

“Common.”, he says while bringing you into his car, it smells just like him and he starts putting some soft music while putting his hand on your leg.

The two of you talk softly while seeing the houses pass by the streets, for once quiet.

“The usual?”, Jake asks, and you nod quickly, smiling as he orders for the both of you and just as you get ready to look for something to pay Jake stops you and pays.

“You do know that I can pay right?”, you say, looking at him unimpressed and Jake smirks at your look.

“I know, but where is the fun in that.”, he says before taking the order and you roll your eyes at his answer, but you can’t help but smile. 

The two of you eat in silence, just enjoying the fact that you could be together without having to hide from your brother or your father.

“Thank you for this.”, you whisper as you finished your burger and Jake turns to look at you with a loving grin and brushing a strand of hair away.

“Anytime, I missed you and had to see you.”, he whispers, and you feel the familiar butterflies in your stomach as he keeps his hand against your cheek, rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb.

“I think I want to tell them.”, you whisper, and Jake looks at you in surprise at the words.

The two of you had started this when he came back from the suicide mission, he had flirted with you at the Hard Deck not knowing who you were. The fact that you were Bradley’s sister and that both of your fathers were Navy legends hadn’t seemed to faze him when you had told him. You had been together for the last three months and no one knew about it, except for Javy as he was practically Jake’s brother. And as much as it was thrilling in the beginning, sneaking around, you couldn’t wait to tell everyone you were together.

“Really?”, he breathes out and you smile at his surprised look.

“I do, I want to tell my family about us and everyone else. If you want to of course.”, you can’t help but say hesitantly and Jake looks at you in disbelief for a moment before bringing you into a heated kiss.

“God, I love you.”, he whispers as you look at him with blushing cheeks and slightly dazed after the kiss.

“I love you too.”, you can’t help but say, even though it was the first time you told him that, it felt natural.

“So, how are we doing this?”, he asks with a mischievous grin, and you look at him with a twin smile.

“I have an idea.”, you whisper and the two of you start plotting.

--

“Everything is ready for the barbecue?”, you hear Maverick ask and you quickly nod in answer before going outside with the last salad.

Your fathers were organizing a barbecue with the flyboys and all of the Dagger Squad, to celebrate the mission and the fact that they would become an official squad after their leave. 

“I have something to tell you before everyone arrives.”, you tell them, and the three men look at you with mixed looks of curiosity. 

“I invited my boyfriend to come to the barbecue.”, you state and there is a silence for a few seconds before Bradley shrieked.

“You have a what?!”, he says and Maverick nods in agreement while Ice looks at you with raised eyebrows, looking as calm as ever.

“A boyfriend, you know what that is don’t you? You have one yourself.”, you say cheekily and Bradley stutters over his words, making Maverick and Ice snicker at his reaction.

“That has nothing to do with this. Do we know him?”, Bradley starts saying and you can’t help but smile at his blushing cheeks.

“You will see.”, you sing song before leaving towards the barbecue to help Ice who was chuckling at Bradley and Maverick talking about who it could be.

“Is it that boy that came by last night?”, he asks under his breath, and you look at him surprised and terrified, but he is smirking, knowingly.

“Don’t worry I didn’t tell them.”, he says, and you can’t help but sigh in relief.

“Thanks Pops.”, you whisper, thankful that it was him seeing it and not the other two drama queens.

Before they can try to get some information out of you the others arrive, and Maverick quickly drags them into his plan to find out who you are dating.

Phoenix looks at you with raised eyebrows as Bradley tells her and you can’t help but roll your eyes at your brother’s antics.

“Can you believe I didn’t know about this? I mean he must be horrible if she isn’t telling me.”, he says, and you shake your head at his wild theories but just as you want to speak a voice cuts him off.

“I must be pretty horrible then, because you also didn’t immediately tell her about us either.”, this makes Bradley stop in his rant and both Phoenix and you smirk as Bradley turns around to a smirking Bob.

“Of course, not sweetheart, that’s not what I meant.”, Bradley starts, and you turn around to avoid seeing Bradley trying to explain himself and sneaking kisses while Bob laughs.

Phoenix is rolling her eyes at their antics before sitting down next to you and the rest joins you.

“So, any ideas?”, Maverick says, and everyone starts throwing ideas making you laugh and look at some people wide eyes, in disbelief.

“Why would you say Cyclone?”, you can’t help but ask Fanboy who shrugs his shoulder and grins cheekily.

“Alright Bobby your turn.”, Bradley says, while keeping his boyfriend close to him. 

“I’m saying Hangman.”, his statement makes everyone stop talking and they all look at him with wide eyes and you look at him in open shock.

“Hangman?! Common love she wouldn’t go out with him, right?”, he turns to look at you, looking stressed, but you only look at Bob with curious eyes.

“Why would you say Hangman?”, everyone turns towards Bob, and he smiles secretly.

“He isn’t here, when he usually is the first one to arrive. He has been more secretive and has been leaving the Hard Deck earlier than usual.”, everyone seems to be thinking at his words before Bob smirks mischievously.

“Plus, I saw the two of you making out against Roo’s Bronco last night.”, there is a few seconds of silence before you hear Rooster shriek again.

“What?! Against my car?!”, you can’t help but blush and shoot Bob a glare, but he shrugs his shoulders, after all you had asked him to explain.

“Well, I’m glad that it is the only thing you seem to be mad about.”, a voice says before sitting down next to you, Jake smiling softly at you before smirking at a shell-shocked Bradley.

“I cannot believe you are dating him!”, he says, and you roll your eyes at his antics.

“And I cannot believe Bob accepted to date you but here you are.”, Phoenix snorts at the words and Bradley looks at her in betrayal.

“Well, I am happy for the both of you.”, Ice says, and you smile at him, grateful for the support until he glares at Jake for a moment.

“You hurt her, and no one will ever find your body. Understood?”, Jake looks pale as he quickly nods.

“Understood.”, Ice looks satisfied while Maverick is beaming at his husband.

“Welcome to the family Jake!”, this makes your boyfriend smile shily before turning towards Rooster who seems to be pouting as Bob talks to him.

“Fine, Hangman you have turned out to be not as much of an ass as I thought you were, but don’t you dare hurt my sister.”, Rooster says while pointing his finger at Jake and you can’t help but smile thankful at Bob who winks in response.

“You know that speech looked a lot like the one Phoenix told you when you started dating Bob.”, Javy says, and Rooster looks scared at the memory.

“Wait, what?”, Maverick asks, and Javy starts recounting the story of how Phoenix gave the shovel talk to Rooster.

“Well, it all turned out well.”, Jake whispers and you smile softly at his sparkling green eyes.

“Better than we thought.”, you whisper back and Jake smiles before bringing you against his chest and helping Javy tell the story.

[k9effect]

Sneaking away from the party for a quick make out sesh

[topgunhappilyeverafter]

A Little Faith

By: Anonymous For: spaceageloverboy Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Robert "Bob" Floyd Rating: G Word count: 2495 Summary: Bob takes a sip of his water and reaches for another peanut, cracking the shell over the tabletop. He pulls the shell pieces close in a pile and keeps his eyes on the table as he asks, “You don’t ever go back?” Bradley’s answer is simple enough, but the weight of it makes Bob wince. “No one to go back to.” After a long moment, Bob says, “Well, if you ever wanna go back and visit to – I dunno. See the town or somethin’. I’d be happy to have you. Homemade chicken and dumplings from my mom, too. She’ll feed ya ‘til you’re too heavy for your jet to take off.” Bradley grins, eyes glinting in the dim lighting in the corner of the bar. “Noted. Thanks, Bob.”

COLLECTION

[lorilane33]

Ummm. Well then 🥵😳 that was so hot!!

hide n fuck | b.f / b.b

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x f!reader x bradley “rooster” bradshaw word count: 3717 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], face fucking, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, edging, anal fingering, mmf threesome, vibrating egg, multiple creampies, i think bob slaps rooster but ignore it if u think it’s ooc idk

summary: in which there’s a twist on the typical game of hide n seek

author’s note: *posts this* *runs away and hides* *obsessively checks notes for comments*

oneshot | masterlist

“It’s simple, really,” Rooster stated.

Except, it didn’t sound as ‘easy’ as he so simply put. They wanted you to insert a vibrating egg into your vagina, that they had the control to, and would alter the speed as you hid and they sought you.

It was a simple game of hide n’ seek, but with a twist. There was always a twist with Rooster, but you didn’t think Bob would go along with it, and this one certainly took the cake.

You eyed the pink device that Bob awkwardly held with skeptical curiosity.

“And if you find me because I’m making noise, you get to fuck me?” You clarified.

They both shared a look, grinning before looking back at you. Their eyes were hooded and dark with lust. A challenging look flickered in Bob’s eyes in an almost silent dare to protest, but as you shuffled in your spot, pinned beneath his gaze, no argument left your lips.

“That’s the plan,” he said, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You could’ve just said you wanted to fuck me,” You replied. “You didn’t have to put in all this effort.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Rooster grinned mischievously and gave the egg a shake in your direction. “Can we watch you put it in?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” You teased, throwing his own words back at him and grabbing the egg.

You made quick work of inserting the egg in the bathroom. By the time you washed your hands and joined him again, they almost fell into the bathroom as you opened the door.

“Is it in?” Bob asked. His eyes were so dark you wanted to tell him to forget the game, but you were more curious to see how hard he’d look to find you. 

“You’ll have to find me to find out,” you replied, already dashing off as Rooster started counting loudly.

There weren’t many good hiding places in the small apartment, but you knew there was an old firewood storage cupboard beside the fireplace that they never kept any wood in. You just hoped the door would open so you could hide in there.

The egg was turned on a low setting and you almost gasped loudly, but quickly slapped a hand over your mouth. It was a pleasant vibration, but you needed to close the door to the cupboard before you let yourself enjoy it. You heard Rooster reach 30 just as the door closed tightly.

“Ready or not, we’re gonna make you cum!” They yelled, but it was muffled by the door. 

You bit your lip to stifle a laugh, or was it a moan? Either way, the vibrations had been dialed up and were driving you crazy. You squeezed your legs together tightly as you heard him slamming cupboards closed inside the house.

A small whimper left your lips as they turned the vibrations down to the lowest setting.

You slapped a hand over your mouth as you heard Bob jump on the couch and check behind it. The sound must’ve alerted him, because the next thing you knew the vibrations were cranked the whole way up.

It was stuffy in the small cubby, but your senses were on high alert. You were so turned on, and hearing the guys frantically trying to find you kept you distracted from fully enjoying the vibrating egg between your legs. 

They left it on high long enough for your body to succumb to the feeling. The tightening in the pit of your stomach grows with each passing second. You were desperate to cum, but knowing it could be taken from you at any second was torture.

Throwing caution to the wind, your hand slipped under your shirt and found your sensitive nipple. You pinched the nub between your thumb and forefinger before roughly palming your breast. Your legs pressed tightly together and bottom lip taken between your teeth.

You wanted to moan, but knew it would give your location away. You didn’t know why you were so adamant on staying quiet, when you knew the deal once they found you. Having his mouth and his hands bringing you to your high was something you’d fantasized about for months. Any time you’d used the detachable shower head to relieve your frustrations, it has always been both Rooster and Bob you’d imagined.

You were close. So fucking close. Just another minute longer and you’d be in post orgasm bliss.

It was like the fuckers knew, because the vibrations were slowly being dialed down. And with it, making your orgasm further from your reach.

You groaned. You couldn’t help it. As soon as you’d made the sound, the door had opened and you were staring stupidly at the moustached and speckled idiots. 

“Having fun in there?”

“Fuck,” you moaned. Their eyes flickered down to your chest, where your hand still gripped your breast. “Take me to bed.”

“Yeah,” Bob said dumbly, helping you out of the cubby. Rooster stood back, toying with the remote in his hands. He switched the tempo up, watching you grip tightly to Bob who was unaware he’d turned the device up again.

Bob cocked his head in questioning as you bit your lip, eyes alight with lust as you cupped his face and guided his mouth towards your own. You kissed the stupid look off his face, his arms sliding around your waist as he kissed you back without hesitation.

You felt the device get turned up once again, hands winding into Bob’s hair as a moan fell past your lips. He took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting, teasing. He groaned as you tugged at his hair.

“Roo, get over here,” you panted.

Roster had been thoroughly enjoying the show, and almost tripped over his feet when you said his name. His hands were on you in seconds, positioning himself behind you as his hot mouth sucked kisses into your neck.

You reached a hand behind you to cup his head, tangling your hand in his hair. He slipped a hand under your shirt, slowly trailing it upwards towards your breast.

You tugged at both of their hair. Bob’s mouth muffled your laugh as they both moaned loudly. Your own shortly following as Rooster roughly palmed your breast over your bra.

“Bedroom,” Rooster mumbled against the shell of your ear. He took your hand and you took hold of Bob’s, following him down the hall to his bedroom.

When Bob closed the door, Rooster gave him a brief glance before nudging you back onto the bed. Your knees folded and you fell backwards onto the mattress, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could watch them both. Bob joined Rooster a moment later, the latter digging the remote for the vibrating egg from his pocket and offered it to Bob.

“Your turn,” Rooster tells him, wasting no time in removing his shirt before crawling onto the bed and cupping your face. You lean into his tough, lips seeking his own as you throw your leg over his waist.

You groan into Rooster’s mouth as Bob turned the device back down. Your hands explored Rooster’s back, nails lightly raking down from his shoulders to his waist. He shuddered under your touch, moaning as you sucked on his bottom lip.

You gasped in delight as the vibrations were turned up. Not enough to get you there, but enough that it was pleasant and had you rolling your hips against Rooster’s. His tongue parted your lips and he rolled you onto your back before settling between your legs. He moaned as he rolled his hips, letting you feel his bulge against your core.

You reached between your bodies to undo your pants. Rooster knelt back to help you shimmy out of your pants. Bob knelt on the bed and pressed a kiss to your ankle once Rooster dropped the material to the floor. He copied Bob’s actions on your opposite ankle. Your eyes fluttered open as their hands lightly teased your skin, their hot mouths trailing kisses up your legs.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned loudly, feeling hot, wet kisses placed to your inner thigh. Your hands slipped under your shirt and quickly discarded it, along with your bra. Breasts exposed and nipples taut, Rooster was quick to attach his mouth as Bob’s fingers slipped beneath your underwear and found your swollen clit.

“She’s so wet for us, Roo.” Bob swallowed thickly, his fingers slipping through your slick folds and gripping the rubber from the device to give it a gentle tug. 

“Turn the egg up,” Rooster instructed, tongue flicking over your nipple before he began to suckle. You groaned as Bob’s fingers left your slick core to turn the device up, and you opened your eyes to see where he’d gone. He stood at the edge of the bed roughly palming his cock over his shorts.

“C’mere,” you instructed, breathing heavily as Bob knelt beside your head. You tugged his shorts down to free his cock. You gripped the base of his cock, mouth wrapping around the leaking red head. Head bobbing and hand stroking, working together to make the man moan loudly. One hand gripping your head, the other reaching down to pinch your other nipple and squeeze your breast.

You moaned and squeezed your legs together as Rooster rubbed you over your underwear. He moaned and roughly opened your legs to him, pulling your underwear to the side. His fingers rubbed circles over your clit. 

You kept stroking Bob’s cock with your hand while you moaned loudly. You were so close, so fucking close.

“Cum for us,” Rooster instructed. 

The coil in your stomach was wound so tightly you gasped when your orgasm finally crashed over you. Bob groaned, rolling his hips to fuck your fist as they both watched your body shudder and convulse on the bed. Rooster applied delicious pressure to your clit, making sure you rode your orgasm out entirely. His mouth was on your breast, while Bob continued to palm your other one.

As you came down, you started stroking Bob’s dick again. Using your thumb to tease the sensitive underside of his cock before spreading a bead of precum over the head. He hissed and his eyes flicked over to Rooster who was stroking himself. Mouth wrapped around your nipple, his eyes watching you jerk Bob off. 

You drew Rooster’s head up so you could kiss him. His mouth was soft and hesitant, and it would’ve been sweet if you didn’t also have Bob’s dick in your hand. You reached down to palm him over his pants and he groaned appreciatively. His hand winding into your hair as tilting your head back, deepening the kiss. He reached up without second thought and wrapped his and around yours, stroking Bob’s dick with you.

“Fuck,” Bob stammered. 

Rooster teased the head of Bob’s dick while you stroked it. Your other hand slipped under the waistband of Rooster’s shorts, fingers wrapping around the length of his dick and giving it a few teasing strokes. He moaned into your mouth before sucking on your bottom lip. 

Bob moved down the bed and you felt his hands tugging at your underwear. You lifted your ass and let him slide them off.

“Dude, you’re the only one still wearing clothes,” Bob took the time to make a dig. “Get naked.”

“Fuck you,” Rooster retorted.

“Not this time,” Bob replied just as quickly.

You laughed at the interaction, but it quickly turned into a moan when you felt Bob spread your legs and tug gently at the egg still sitting snugly inside you. You took your lip between your teeth as he pulled it out. Only taking a second to pause before his mouth was on you like a man starved. Tasting and licking and sucking.

You gasped as he took the time to lap at your clit, hands fisting the bed sheets beneath you. He hummed against your core, sending shockwaves through your entirety.

Rooster watched from beside the bed, bottom lip taken between his teeth while he stroked his cock. For now, he was enjoying the show, but you caught his eye and beckoned him over. You wanted to touch him, taste him, kiss him again. Bob teased two fingers at your entrance, making you throw your head back as he pushed them in and hooked them up, stroking the spongy inner wall.

“Think you found her g-spot,” Rooster teased, he locked eyes with Bob in acknowledgement before turning his attention back to your face. He cupped your cheek and leant down to seal your mouth with his, capturing the moan waiting on your lips. 

You reached for his cock as he parted from your kiss, shuffling closer so you could take him in your mouth. You taste the precum on his tip and tongue his slit, looking up at him as you take him further into your mouth. He’s got a hand wound in your hair, the other still cupping your cheek.

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock,” he praises. You feel Bob moan against you, continuing to stroke that spot inside you that has your vision clouding over.

“Good little cocksucker, huh Roo?” Bob asked as his fingers continue to work you over. “Such a pretty little slut.”

You can’t talk. Your mouth is stuffed full of Rooster, while Bob adds a third finger. Even if you wanted to talk, it’d be to tell them to fuck you. Use you. You’re so desperate to be stretched and filled and they’re taking their sweet ass time.

“You want to fuck her first?” Rooster asks. Your eyes almost roll back into your head at the suggestion.

Bob groaned and removed his fingers as Rooster’s dick slipped from your mouth. You whimper at the loss, but soon their hands are on your body, adjusting you on the bed. Rooster wastes no time pumping his cock a couple of times before tapping the head against your lips, silently asking you to open your mouth.

Your head hangs off the bed, and the second you opened your mouth, he was touching the back of your throat. Releasing a high pitched moan that Bob laughed at. 

“Such a fucking porn star,” he teased, positioning the head of his cock at your slick entrance. You hadn’t seen it, but he’d used your arousal on his fingers to slick up his cock, and before you knew it, he’d slipped you the tip.

“Like you don’t moan like that when I suck your cock,” Rooster retorted, and you hear a slap ring out but the sting never comes.

Tears still prickle the corner of your eyes, purely because the angle of your head off the bed and Rooster’s cock deep in your mouth is making you start to gag. You want to gag, but he’s withdrawing just enough so you can catch your breath. 

“Fuck you,” Bob replied, reaching up to cup Rooster’s cheek that he’d just slapped and pulling him in for a kiss as he bottomed out inside you. He groaned as Rooster slipped his tongue in his mouth, and together they started rocking their hips.

You could hear the moaning and kissing, and groaned long and low as Rooster’s tip reached the back of your throat again. A warning. You felt overwhelmed. The way your jaw was open so wide to accommodate Rooster’s size, the snap of his hips each time he bottomed out. The ache low in your stomach as Bob bent your legs further back so he could reach deeper inside you.

Fuck. 

It was almost too much. Too much happening to you. Too much knowing they were making out and you couldn’t see a goddamn thing. Even if you could open your eyes, all you’d see would be Rooster’s balls and ass.

So you tempted fate.

You reached up to cup his balls with one hand and gathered some spit from your mouth with the other. He stilled as he felt your finger prodding the puckered muscle of his ass, but it was the moan you were waiting for. The gasp and high pitched wail he’d released earlier that you were looking for.

It was like Bob knew why Rooster had tended up, because he’d parted from the kiss with a wicked grin and pressed himself down on top of you. You felt his mouth on your neck as he let a hand wander to join yours, making you push past that tight muscle until you’d reached the first knuckle.

“How you feelin’, big guy?” Bob taunted.

Rooster panted above them. “More,” he pleaded. He reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand and Bob took it from him. He was quite content to be balls deep inside you, unmoving, while Rooster slowly got his cock sucked. He knew you were less impressed by the way you kept grinding up against him and wrapping your legs around his waist, but he quickly lubed up your fingers before gripping your hips and giving you a hard thrust.

Rooster’s knees almost buckled as you whimpered around his cock and coughed out a gag, but when you pressed your slicked fingers against his tight hole he stilled again.

“Good girl,” he praised, wrapping a hand around your throat and applying light pressure. “When I squeeze, you go deeper. If I squeeze and you’re knuckle deep, add another finger and start again.”

Bob chuckled, glad he wasn’t the one on the end of Rooster’s orders for once. Finding a delicious rhythm and feeling your walls clench around him each time his cock brushed that spot inside you that had your toes curling. He enjoyed marking your chest with small little hickies, and dropped a hand between your bodies to circle your clit.

You were so close you didn’t feel Rooster applying pressure to your throat. Instead, he gave a few unrelenting thrusts to make you gag before you got the message.

When you came this time, you almost blacked out. It was Bob that kept you conscious. 

“Fuck, baby. Cum on my cock. Fuck, that’s it. Fucking milk my cock, baby, I’m so close. So fucking close.”

He stilled as he came, filling you up as you pulsated around him. He groaned loudly and dropped his head to your chest, nuzzling against your breast and taking your nipple into his mouth.

You don’t know how you’d changed positions, but you didn’t care in the slightest. You were now on your knees, with Rooster’s face buried between your ass and his fingers fucking Bob’s cum back inside you. Bob was half under you, half off the bed, with his hands in your hair and his tongue deep in your mouth. You struggled to stay upright, but neither man seemed to care too much about that. Bob enjoyed the weight of you pressed against him, and it made Rooster bury his face and fingers even deeper.

You whined at the loss of Rooster’s tongue in your ass and his fingers from your cunt, but soon felt those same digits pressing against your tight rim and the head of his thick cock between your legs.

“You got one more orgasm for me, baby?” Rooster asked, and you tried to move away as his fingers breached the tight muscle of your ass. His free hand gripped your hip and held you in place as his fingers and his cock stretched your holes.

“It’s too much,” you whimpered. Bob brushed some hair from your face.

“You can give us one more,” he told you. “Show Rooster how good it feels to cum inside you while you’re coming on his cock.”

Rooster groaned as you tensed at Bob’s words.

“I can’t,” you blubbered. Bob wiped away the tear that fell from your eye. “It–I, fuck.”

“You feel so good, baby,” Rooster praised. “So fucking tight. So fucking wet. I’m already so close, babygirl.”

“Fuck me, Roo,” you pleaded. Your head was a mess, but your body betrayed you. This was better than any fantasy you could’ve imagined. Now it was coming true, and you needed Rooster to finish inside you too. You needed to have them both.

“I knew you were a good little slut,” Bob teased. “So desperate for our cocks. Our cum. But you’re not gonna cum again, are you, babygirl?”

You whimpered at his words. At Rooster’s agonizingly slow pace. At the burn of your body around his cock and his fingers. You needed it. You needed to cum again already.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, I need to. I need it. Please, fuck, I need to cum.”

“What do you think, Roo?” 

Rooster was barely keeping it together. He was close, and he knew exactly what Bob was doing.

“You can do better, babygirl,” he goaded.

“Fuck, Roo. I need to cum on your cock. Need to milk your cock and feel you cum inside me. Want you to cum inside me like Bob. I need you both, please. Please. I need to cum.”

Both men groaned at the admission as the filth spilled from your mouth.

“You want me to cum inside you, babygirl?” Rooster asked, struggling to keep from coming right then and there.

“Deep inside me, Roo.”

“Then cum on his cock, babygirl. Show us how much of a slut you really are,” Bob instructed.

He reached down and toyed with your clit as Rooster picked up the pace. Hard, fast, unrelenting. You came hard, your orgasm bursting through you and coating Rooster’s thighs. He gripped your his tightly as he bottomed out and let you milk his orgasm from him.

“Fucking hell, babygirl. You’re fucking amazing,” Rooster panted, taking a second to make sure you were okay before pulling out. Bob pulled you into his side and Rooster nuzzled up behind you, moving your hand from your neck so he could press a few sweet kisses behind your ear. “Never knew you could squirt.”

“Neither did I,” you replied, struggling to keep your eyes open. “I’m so tired.”

“You did good, baby,” Bob assured you. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

The last thing you remember before falling asleep was Rooster wishing you “sweet dreams, babygirl,” and you hoped there would be more nights like this. 

[queenofwands89]

Quiet Affections

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Pilot!reader

Summary: After her friends tease her about Jake having a crush on her, Y/N reflects on certain memories that make her question whether there might be some truth to their playful jabs.

Warnings: Teasing, pining, Jake being a sweetheart, Y/N being oblivious, insults aimed at Y/N, protective Jake, mention and description of injury, anxiety, doubts, fluff.

Notes: Happy Friday, everyone! We made it! 🎉 I just hit 2,500 likes on here and wanted to thank each and every one of you who liked, reblogged, or commented on my works. It means the world to me. I’m down bad for Jake, and need him badly so I wrote this. Enjoy byeeee

You find yourself deep in the heart of the Hard Deck, the familiar hum of chatter and clinking glasses forming a comforting backdrop. Rooster, Natasha, Javy, Bob, Reuben, and Mickey are clustered around the pool table, laughter spilling freely as they take turns making shots and throwing jabs. Jake had just excused himself to go to the restroom, but not before brushing a lingering hand against your shoulder and whispering something that made you smile. This action set off a chain reaction of teasing directed at you.

"Y/N, you know Hangman’s got a huge crush on you, right?" Rooster's mustache twitches with a sly smile as he lines up for his shot.

You laugh it off, waving a hand dismissively. "Oh please, Bradley. Jake? No way. He's just... nice."

Rooster and Natasha exchange glances before Natasha cocks an eyebrow at you. "Nice? Hangman is many things, but nice isn't the first word I'd use. Unless he’s talking to you," she remarks, tapping her cue stick against her palm.

Bob, always the quiet observer, chimes in. "He's got a point though, Y/N. I've seen how he looks at you."

You can't help but roll your eyes. "I'm just completely unaware of it," you say, sarcasm dripping from your voice. "You guys are ridiculous."

Mickey grins, his boyish charm lighting up his face. "Maybe, but can you really deny the way he's always got your back?" he asks, leaning casually against the pool table.

Your first instinct is to rebut, but as their words settle in, you start to think about some of the things Jake had done for you. Not just the grand gestures like saving your hide in aerial combat, but the small, everyday things. The way he'd always save you a seat, bring you coffee exactly how you like it, offer subtle words of encouragement when you doubted yourself.

Javy steps forward, his competitive spirit twinkling in his eyes. "You're telling me you haven't noticed how he always goes out of his way to make sure you're okay?"

Reuben, good-natured but always vigilant, nods in agreement. "Hangman's not exactly an altruistic guy, Y/N. But for you? He'd go to lengths he wouldn't for anyone else."

You crack a wry smile, determined to stay firm in your denial. "He's just protective. We're teammates."

Natasha had already joined in, her voice warm yet teasing. “Don’t sell yourself short, Y/N. It’s not just about being teammates. He genuinely cares.”

In the ensuing silence, you can't help but ponder on their words. Jake "Hangman" Seresin is charismatic and assertive, traits forged from his exceptional flying skills and competitive nature. But beneath that cocky exterior, there lies a heart incredibly loving and caring, willing to sacrifice anything for his loved ones. Slowly, you find yourself drifting into a vivid memory, reliving the countless cherished moments and experiences you've shared with Jake.

You recall that evening at the Hard Deck vividly. The bar was buzzing with the usual chatter and laughter, the hum of camaraderie filling the air. You were amidst your friends, enjoying the rare downtime when an unfamiliar voice cut through the noise—this stranger making an offhand but cruel remark about you. The comment was subtle, yet it stung deeply, rooting you in place with a mix of shock and mortification. Your cheeks burned under the weight of the ridicule, words lodged in your throat.

Before you could muster a response, you felt Jake's presence beside you, solid and reassuring. He stepped forward, placing himself between you and the offender. His usual easy going demeanor was replaced by a steely resolve, his eyes dark with anger. "Do us all a favor and think before you speak," he said, his voice steady but carrying an unmistakable edge.

The bar fell into an uneasy silence as Jake’s glare pinned the offender in place. "If you've got a problem with Y/N," he continued, his voice low and unwavering, "you’ll be dealing with me."

The tension hung in the air, thick and palpable. The offender, unable to match Jake's intensity, muttered an apology and slunk away, deflated. The moment passed, but the impact lingered. Jake remained there a moment longer, ensuring the threat had fully dissipated before turning back to you.

As he met your gaze, the hardness in his features softened, replaced by a gentle concern. He reached out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You okay?" he asked, his voice filled with a tenderness reserved just for you.

You felt an overwhelming wave of gratitude, the initial embarrassment giving way to a profound sense of relief. Jake had stood up for you without a second thought, his protective instinct leaving no room for compromise. In that moment, you knew you were safe, not just physically but emotionally, knowing Jake had your back. His touch and the concern in his eyes reassured you even more, providing a solace that words alone could not.

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Then there was the night when you couldn’t sleep, tormented by insecurities that gnawed at the edges of your mind. It was long past midnight, and you found yourself seated on the deck of the aircraft carrier, trying to get some fresh air to clear your head before the mission. The vast expanse of the ocean and the cool night breeze did little to quiet the whirlwind of self-doubt swirling inside you.

The stars dotted the sky like tiny beacons, and the waves below gently lapped against the ship's hull, but none of it brought you peace. You wrapped your arms around yourself, tense and lost in thought, barely noticing the sound of footsteps approaching.

Jake emerged from the shadows, his silhouette becoming clearer in the soft glow of the ship's lights. He paused when he saw you, his brow furrowing with concern. He looked around, ensuring no one else was around, before walking over to you with determined but careful strides.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice breaking the solitude with an edge of worry.

You hesitated, feeling foolish for bothering him. "I…I just can't stop thinking about everything that's been going wrong. I don't know if I'm cut out for this, Jake."

Jake's eyes softened, and he lowered himself to sit beside you on the cold metal deck. "Tell me more," he said gently, coaxing you to open up. His voice was so steady, so soothing, that you found yourself pouring out all your fears and anxieties—the relentless pressure, the fear of failure, the nagging feeling that you weren't good enough. With each word, you felt a weight lifting from your chest.

Jake listened without interrupting, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by an unwavering focus on you. His eyes never left your face, and his expression remained kind and attentive. "You know what I see when I look at you?" he said quietly once you had finished. "I see someone who's brave, who fights every day to be better, who cares deeply about others. You're stronger than you think, Y/N. Don't let those doubts control you."

His words felt like a balm to your soul, soothing the raw edges of your insecurities. When he reached out to brush a stray tear from your cheek, the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his eyes melted away your remaining doubts, leaving you wrapped in a cocoon of reassurance. Sitting there on the deck, under the endless sky, you felt profoundly grateful for Jake's unwavering support and the strength he helped you find within yourself.

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You also remember the time when you injured your ankle during a training exercise. You had insisted on limping back to your quarters, trying to maintain your independence. But Jake wouldn't hear of it. He had scooped you up without a second thought, cradling you in his arms as if you weighed nothing. "I've got you," he murmured, his voice laced with an uncharacteristic gentleness. The entire trek back, he kept you engaged in light-hearted banter, ensuring your mind stayed off the pain.

.   ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ.   ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ.   ݁ ˖ ࣪ .

And how could you forget the morning he had brought you coffee? Not just any coffee, but a complex, personalized concoction—an oat milk latte with a shot of caramel, a pinch of cinnamon, and a dash of nutmeg, and no foam. You hadn’t even mentioned it to him before. "Thought you could use a pick-me-up," he had said nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. But you knew the effort he had put into remembering such a detailed order, and it made your heart swell with an unfamiliar warmth.

These memories play in your mind like a cherished montage, each moment a testament to the man beneath the bravado. Jake "Hangman" Seresin wasn’t just the cocky pilot everyone else saw. He was a protector, a confidant, a friend who cared deeply for you, even if you had been too blind to see it before.

Returning back to the present moment amidst the lively ambiance of the Hard Deck, surrounded by the warmth of friends and laughter, you notice Jake returning from the restroom. As your eyes meet, his familiar smirk emerges, but this time there’s a tender softness in his gaze that you hadn’t noticed before—or perhaps, hadn't allowed yourself to see.

“Miss me?” he jokes, sliding back into the chaos of pool cues and friendly banter.

You chuckle, shaking off the speculative thoughts. “Like a bad habit, Seresin.”

But later, as the night winds down and the camaraderie ebbs into a quieter hum, you catch yourself glancing his way more often. The teasing remarks of your friends aren’t so easily dismissed anymore. And as Jake catches your gaze across the room, you start to wonder if maybe, just maybe, they might be onto something.

Because sometimes, the most significant realizations are the ones that had been right in front of you all along, masked by the comfort of friendship and the chaos of duty.

You smile to yourself, feeling an inexplicable warmth. Maybe it was time to see what was beyond the camaraderie, to delve into the possibilities of what if. The thought lingers, like an unopened letter, waiting for the right moment.

For now, you return to the laughter and games, but with a new awareness, a curiosity that couldn’t be easily shaken. One thing was for sure—things were going to get interesting.

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[frost-queen]

Dogfights (Reader x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin)

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Summary: Reader hates Hangman cause he's an asshole. Hangman can't stop teasing you about it. When he sees you flirt with another he jumps in, acting all jealous and possesive. Dragging you to a secluded area, he asks just how much you hate him before kissing you. Shocking your crew when you start dating.

Your F16 shot past Phoenix and Bob one’s. Breathing loud in the mask as you turned the handle. Your F16 doing a turn, hanging vertical up in the air. – “Wow slow down there Y/n.” – Phoenix called out over the intercom. – “Back.” – Bob shouted loud seeing another F16 behind him. Phoenix pulled up as the F16 went nose up. She let it tip till it faced forwards once more. Confused she looked at the F16 that had simply flew forwards.

Ignoring them in the dogfight. – “What are you doing?” – Phoenix whispered. You groaned loud making your F16 twirl in the air. The F16 on your tail, not easy to loose. – “Cut it out Bagman!” – you shouted over the intercom. You heard him chuckle. – “I’m coming for you.” – he laughed out. He sped up ignoring Coyote’s F16 that he could’ve easily played out of the game. 

Turning and tumbling, you tried to get your F16 behind Hangman’s. – “Not interested in more snacks?” – Phoenix teased over the intercom. Hangman only seemed to have eyes for you. Making it his goal to cut you out of the game. Everything else not caring for. – “Nope, just the big meal.” – he replied over the intercom with a smile.

He was tailing you. Following your F16’s movement smoothly. Narrowing his eyes a bit, he flipped the protecter up. Giving him a clear to press the button. The scanner on his screen tracking you mindlessly till it found a lock on you. –“Gotcha.” – he said pressing the button. There were some beeps as he cheered loud. – “You’re out of the game Scout.” – he shouted loud in victory.

You turned round to fly beside him. Hangman saluted you as you held your hand up, flipping it over to stuck your middle finger up to him. Hangman laughed more. – “God I love winning from you Scout.” – he said with ease, getting all comfortable in his seat. You brought your F16 down to the landing track.

Rooster came running up to you as you got out of the F16. – “God I hate him.” – you muttered out. Rooster joined your side, swinging his arm around your shoulder. – “3 minutes Scout. You managed to get him off your back for 3 minutes. That’s 20 seconds longer than last time.” – Rooster spoke as you laughed mockingly at him.

“Every damn dogfight!” – you groaned out. – “He always singles me out.” – you finished with frustration. Every dogfight Hangman always came chasing after you to get you out of the game. In the beginning it took him about 30 seconds to do so. Over the courses, you had figured he’d only come after you so you adapted. Learning how to stay out of his sight that little longer.

Today it seemed to be 3 minutes. 3 minutes he had been chasing you around before kicking you out of the game. Why? No one had a clue. Perhaps cause he was just an asshole. Rooster pushed you closer to him. – “I’ll buy you drinks when this is over.” – he said. – “You better.” – you answered nudging him in the side.

Rooster chuckled leading you back to the others. Maverick patted you on the back once you joined the others. With a deep sigh, you sat down. Listening in on the intercom of Hangman and Phoenix still up in the air. After another 2 minutes or so. It was over.

Hangman walked in all smug. Phoenix shooting him a glare as Bob walked quietly behind her. You were all dismissed as you and Phoenix walked to the changing rooms. Holding your fresh shirt in your hands, you had the need to groan loud in frustration. – “Every single time.” – you called out catching Phoenix’s attention. – “I hate it.” – you added. – “I know.” – Phoenix said dramatically noticing a figure appear in the door opening.

“Isn’t that sweet.” – Hangman came leaning against the door, arms crossed. – “You’re getting all worked up over me.” – he teased with a pestering smile. Giving him a glare, you threw your shirt at his face. He dodged it as it landed in the hallway. Jake chuckling teasingly taking a run for it. You rolled your eyes, getting to the hallway to retrieve your shirt.

You finished getting dressed, slamming your locker shut. You drove with Phoenix to the bar, meeting up with everyone else. Most of the boys were already there. You waved Phoenix goodbye, coming up to the bar. You held two fingers up to Penny as she already knew the order.

On the other side of the bar appeared Hangman. – “I’ll have four more on the old timer.” – he said, leaning with his elbow on the bar. Penny quirked her eyebrow up. – “Oh, I meant Y/n.” – he enlightened Penny with a slight point at you. – “Don’t you ever grow tired of your lame jokes?” – you asked him. – “Nope.” – he responded all quirky. – “Certainly not when I can make you blush like that.” – he said.

Immediately you pressed your hand against your cheek, feeling if you had warmed up. Feeling if you were flushed without you knowing. Jake laughed loud from your reaction. He had lied, but it was fun to see you actually believe it. Penny sat down the beers in front of Hangman. – “Next time it’s your turn.” – she warned him.

Hangman clicked his tongue with a wink at you. Penny turned to your side of the bar. Giving you a sympathetic smile whilst giving you the drinks. You took them, going around the bar to your company. Phoenix sat in one of the booths with Fanboy and Rooster. You set her drink down, scooting in at Rooster’s side.

“He still bothering you.” – Rooster asked, swooping an arm over you. Your gaze flashed towards Hangman by the pool table. He looked back at you with a smile, tapping the pool stick gently on the ground. – “He just thinks he’s interesting.” – you told them, making them all laugh. – “Enough about Bagman. I want to enjoy this night.” – you said leaning closer to the table. – “Cheers to that.” – Phoenix said holding her drink up.

You raised your drink as well letting it touch with hers. The four of you chatted and laughed. Having so much fun it showed. It caught Hangman’s attention from time to time. A few more hours in and drinks away, you got up for another order. Exhaling loud you made your way over to Penny’s bar. Leaning a bit on the counter, waiting for her as she had gone to the back for some refills.

From across the bar, your eyes met up with a boy. He wore his uniform as you figured he was on a different program. He smiled at you, making you smile shyly back. He couldn’t seem to get his attention away from you. Penny returned, blocking his view as you saw him try to look past her to catch you.

It made you chuckle teasingly finding it cute. The man ordered as he then gestured at you. – “I’m buying her drinks too.” – he said. – “That’s be five more drinks on your behalf.” – you told him, letting him know he wasn’t just buying for one drink. – “Sure.” – he responded with a sweet smile. Penny didn’t interfered getting the drinks. The man patted the bar before going around and joining your side.

“So you’re a Top gunner.” – he remarked observing your uniform. You turned more towards him, observing his uniform. It had a dark blue shade. – “You’re an upper-sider.” – you acknowledged. – “That I am ma’am.” – he said making you laugh. Penny was setting the drink on the counter as you only seemed to have eyes for each other. The guy picked up a drink, handing one to you. He took one for himself, letting your drinks touch. – “Cheers to you sugar.” – he said. You leaned a bit closer, chatting with him. You remained by the bar as your friends were still waiting for their drinks.

Hangman’s gaze fell on you by the bar. Seeing another man with you. His eyes widened brief before they narrowed to a glare. – “Hangman… Hangman… Jake.” – Coyote said to get his attention. Coyote patted Jake against his shoulder. – “It’s your turn man.” – he said surprised when Jake pushed his pool stick into his hands. He made his way over to the bar, ready to break whatever was going on apart.

Jake moved himself in front of you, blocking your way from him. The guy looked surprised at the sudden appearance of him. Jake eyed him up and down. – “What do you think you are doing?” – he asked rudely. – “I…I’m just talking to her.” – the guy answered. Jake scoffed with a put up smile. – “Jake.” – you shout-whispered behind him, nudging his back with your fist to make him cut it out.

“I’m sorry but I didn’t gave you permission to talk to her.” – Jake answered. – “Jake.” – you repeated giving him another nudge to stop embarrassing you. – “I didn’t know I needed permission.” – the guy answered, not backing down. Jake gave him a taunting smile to mock him. – “Jake please.” – you begged for him to stop being such an idiot.

“I’ve got a fun idea.” – Jake said giving the guy a little shove by his shoulder. – “Why don’t you back off.” – he called out. – “Jake!” – you called out loud, already feeling embarrassed enough as all your friends were watching. – “What are you her boyfriend or something?” – the guy asked loud. You hated it and wanted to escape so you started to leave. Before you even set two steps, you were held back by Jake grabbing your wrist, keeping you by his side.

His grip firm around your wrist. The hatred in his eyes clear. Jake bumped hard with his shoulder against him, whilst dragging you along. You looked back over your shoulder to Phoenix, not sure what was happening. Phoenix could only stare speechless back at you. Jake dragged you over to where the toilets were. Secluded and away from everyone else. He let go of you by the window.

“What the hell Hangman!” – you called out. Suddenly startled when Jake moved closer, pressing his hands beside you on the glass, locking you in. – “How much do you hate me?” – he asked, making you widen your eyes in shock. – “What?” – you called out confused. – “Just how much do you hate me Y/n.” – he needed to know. For a moment you thought he was serious till you saw that smirk appear.

“I…I…I don’t know.” – you responded stuttering as you couldn’t utter a word. Not with Hangman leaning in so close to you. You looked away, finding his fixed stare a bit too intense. Hangman removed one hand from against the glass, taking your chin to make you face him. – “How much.” – he whispered eyeing your lips. You parted your lips to speak, not sure what to say. A moment later were his lips on yours.

To your surprise you were kissing him back. Not sure why you were kissing this fool back. His hands touched your lower back, pressing you closer to him as your hands found a way to his neck. Hangman broke the kiss off whilst smirking. – “So how much?” – he asked teasingly making you roll your eyes at him, pushing his face away by his cheek in a playful way. 

He grabbed you again, kissing you a second time as he didn’t seem to get enough from it. The two of you returned to the others, collecting the drinks still on the bar to hand them out. Hangman winked at you before returning to Coyote to finish his game.

The next day you were in the hangar with everyone. You sat down with Phoenix and Bob. Maverick chatting with Cyclone as they waited for the last recruits to join them. Hangman, Fanboy and Coyote neared to take a seat. Hangman first went over to you, coming to stand behind your chair. He pressed his hands down on it, lowering his head as he gave you a kiss upside down.

Phoenix’s eyes widened as Bob’s jaw dropped. Even Maverick stared shockingly at the display. Hangman pulled himself back up, seeing all eyes were on him. – “What?” – he called out. You could disappear from embarrassment. Hangman nudged Bob against his arm to get up, making way for him. Bob got up still staring as Hangman came sitting down in his seat.

"Please begin.” – Hangman told Maverick. Bob quickly took a seat behind Phoenix as Maverick cleared his throat. He moved up to the front, beginning his lecture. It was hard to get everyone’s attention as no one had thought the two of you would start dating. Coming as a total surprise to them.

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[ryebecca]

This was so. damn. lovely I don't think I'll ever stop thinking about it!!! ✨

ghosts | bob x bradley (floydshaw)

plot; oh my god, they were roommates! after some time of living on base, bob finally tires of the uncomfy bed and limited access to good paths to do his morning runs on. after moving in with rooster, the two of them discover an affinity for film. perhaps horror is not bradley's preferred genre though...

request; yes, requested blurb (that accidentally ran away with me) by @multifandombullshitbabes ! This might not be what you had in mind when you requested, hehe - but I hope you like it either way! 💕

warnings; fluff, angst, descriptions of panic attack/ptsd, two idiots in love, i'm still in my 'bob struggled with alcohol' bullshit, so mentions of previous overconsumption of alcohol, confessions of feelings, friends to lovers, cuddling, swearing

word count; sigh, 4.3K. (me; i'll make it short and sweet *narrator voice* she did not make it short and sweet)

disclaimer; first time truly writing floydshaw pls be nice I'm in a funk

tagging people who might like; @sebsxphia @theharddeck @hangmanbrainrot @roleycoleyreccenter @lt-bradshaw @mothdruid

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A couple of months ago, Lt. Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd had made a comment about wanting to move off base. He’d mentioned it in passing to his pilot, not wanting to impose on everybody at once. Natasha, who was a very straight forward person, proceeded to tell the squad to let him know if they knew anyone who’d sublet a flat or a room for him to stay inr.

That was all it took really, one moment in time when Bob needed something. A need that Lt. Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw figured he could help his friend with. Bradley, who had managed to not only snag a flat for himself, but had actually come over quite a sizable house, with lots of spare rooms. Spare rooms that would definitely be able to house the WSO.

Bradley had been eager at the idea of living with the wizzo, envisioning getting to know the demure man on a more personal level if the two of them became roommates. He’d always appreciated Bob, in sort of a quiet way, only venturing outside co-worker niceties on that one day at the beach.

That day he’d been so proud to see Bob take up some space, even if the bespectacled man seemed rather surprised at his own accomplishment. Bradley was quite certain he knew somewhat who Bob was, and he definitely liked the man. He just wasn’t entirely prepared for who Bob was when he was in the comfort of his own space.

During those first weeks of living together, Bradley had made a point of spending time with his new roommate, making sure he was alright and settling in. He noticed that Bob went on morning runs almost every day, and made a point of trying to tag along. Those runs usually ended with Bob laughing at how Bradley’s cardio wasn’t up to his speed, and sometimes he’d sprint off to challenge the pilot.

That was something Bradley hadn’t expected. The way Bob was more lighthearted and filled with mischief and a teasing streak than he’d originally thought. Bradley found himself laughing and smiling a lot more when Bob was around, and he always felt his chest fill with warmth any time Bob beat him at a sprint and threw his hands up in the air to celebrate. 

Those few first weeks, it had just come naturally to come together during the evenings - share how their day had been, and end up in front of the TV together to wind down. Most of the time they’d just watch the news before one of them called it a night. At some point though, they’d gotten into a heated discussion about film - Bradley discovering that Robert was a bit of a cinephile.

After that night, it had become Bob’s mission to educate Bradley on his sorely lacking film knowledge. After the initiation of movie nights, where Bob would pick films that he felt his co-worker had to have seen, they’d sit together maybe once a week to go through The List.

However, when Bob announced after a couple of weeks that they’d gone through his whole list, the darker haired aviator found himself pouting a little. He didn’t want movie nights to end.

“Rob, you have to have some more films on that list of yours? C’mon, I thought you were an expert,” Bradley tried to sound lightheartedly teasing, but it came out a little bit more upset than he wanted. He could not bring himself to care much though, as he stood a bit away from the ash blond man. Bob offered him one of those small smiles he only reserved for a select few people, and he shook his head. 

“Sorry, Hen. We’ve crossed off all of the films on the list,” Bob had taken to jokingly changing Bradley’s call sign now and again - but only when they were at home.

Sometimes Bob regretted showing Rooster the list before they began their movie nights. If he hadn’t, he’d be able to pretend he had more on them, without making it obvious that he’d kept adding films for them to watch. Watching the other man’s face fall, Bob’s brows pinched together slightly. Did Bradley honestly still want to watch movies with him? Bob figured Bradley had only been nice to make him feel at home these first few weeks of living together.

“I mean… If you want, we can still have movie nights,” Bob suggested, his voice sounding a little shy in his own ears, which made him cringe slightly. Bradley perked up at his initial sentence, before Bob had hedged. “If you want, we can switch off though - choose one film each?” 

“Yeah! Yeah, who gave you a monopoly on film choosing huh?” Bradley seemed eager now, smirking as he ruffled the slightly longer hair on top of Bob’s head, his tone now sufficiently teasing.

As the pair continued to switch between one another in choosing films, it became obvious that their tastes differed a bit, but that it almost always ended in passionate discussions and lighthearted jibing of the other’s taste. Bradley would call Bob’s choices ‘pretentious’ and Bob would in turn say Rooster was ‘uncultured’. 

It came as far as them sitting down almost every evening to watch a film together, trying to one up each other’s film choices by throwing in something out of left field. After the film ended, both men were rather slow to call it a night. Neither of them wanted to return to their separate rooms, finding comfort in the happy space they’d created in their living room.

Some nights they’d stay up talking well after the movie ended, and Bradley had started to share more of himself than he ever thought possible. It was easy, talking to Bob. He never judged him when Bradley confessed fears or hardships he’d yet to fully face. 

After having lived and shared these conversations with Bob for almost three months, Bradley found it in him to talk a little more about how lonely he’d felt ever since his mother passed away. His own emotions surprised him. He figured it was a done deal - yeah, it was sad but he was alright.

Turns out there were still some tears left to cry for years lost to grief and loneliness. That night was the first time Robert Floyd held Bradley as he finally found it within himself to cry. Of course, it probably did not elicit the same emotions in Bob as it had in Bradley.

Bradley had found that his roommate had started to stir up conflicting emotions within him. He found he missed Bob when he wasn’t around, and the thought of seeing his roommate brought pleasant warmth and fluttering feelings to his very core. Rooster figured Bob just thought of it as comforting his friend.

Bob had told Bradley a bit about his childhood as well, Bradley figured Bob might think it was only fair. It did still break Bradley’s heart when Bob told him of how he’d narrowly escaped becoming addicted to alcohol during his youth, and how joining the Navy had saved him in more ways than one. 

Bradley had wanted to wrap his arms around Bob to comfort him so badly, but he hadn’t wanted to overstep, or make Bob feel uncomfortable around him. Sometimes Rooster wondered if he was obvious about his budding feelings for his roommate. Instead, he made a point to bark extra loud at Seresin whenever he jived Bob at the Hard Deck for not having a beer and ‘letting loose’. 

What Bradley did not know was that Bob’s chest constricted and fluttered helplessly every time Rooster made a point of steering any oncoming beverages around the WSO, a blush always warming his throat and ears whenever Bradley would tell Jake to ‘fuck off, Bob doesn’t need that shit to be funny’. 

Bob figured he didn’t quite know exactly when he’d fallen for the burly pilot. Perhaps it was when he’d made Bob feel like he was an important part of the team during their beach exercise way back in the beginning of their acquaintanceship. Or maybe it was the harsh sting of jealousy that overwhelmed him as he held Bradley back from pummeling Jake into the ground that day in the briefing room, back when he still thought that maybe they’d had a thing for one another. 

Or maybe, it had been the way he’d fought inner demons the day of the mission. Had to bite his tongue until it bled when Rooster defied orders to save Mav. The way he’d all but passed out as Nat had put down their Hornet on the carrier and the overwhelming grief that gripped him as he realized Rooster was probably gone.

The way he found himself dreaming endlessly of Rooster not making it home, and waking up shaky with tears streaming down his face. He’d promised himself he’d at least try to tell Bradley how he felt after that. He felt a little insecure though - he’d seen the way girls and guys alike flocked around Bradley at the ‘Deck. The man was beautiful, and everyone else knew it too.

Which is why Bob had felt a surge of elation at the prospect of getting to live with Rooster. Seeing him every day, making sure he was well. Checking in on him sometimes as he napped, just to see the rise and fall of his chest. 

Bob couldn’t remember exactly how he’d roped Bradley into movie nights, but he was pretty sure it was his highlight of the day. Bradley often muttered softly under his breath if he got into the film, and he thinks that maybe Bradley didn’t even know it himself, but if something was particularly gripping, he sometimes placed some part of his body on Bob.

Sometimes it was his hand on his knee, other times he’d plop himself down so close to Bob that their thighs smushed together “Sorry, Rob,” Bradley would gruff out before wriggling a little and then muttering ‘fuck it, you don’t mind do you?’ - and of course Bob did not mind as Bradley settled into the sofa close to him.

His favorite was when Rooster would fall asleep on him though. That only happened when he thought the film was too slow, and they’d had arduous training at work during the day. 

And if Bob chose slow films on purpose on those days, well that was his business alone. Sometimes he’d pick films with foreign languages to further lull Bradley into a sleepy state, though sometimes that backfired if Bradley was proficient in the language. He’d learnt to steer clear of Spanish. 

Most of those nights they’d end up cuddled together on the couch, and Bradley would wake up hours later apologizing to Bob. The first time he’d scrambled up, claiming he needed to go to bed immediately. These past few times though, he’d lingered against the warmth of Bob’s chest, mumbling a sleepy apology before dozing again.

Tonight, however, it was Bradley’s pick, and so Bob couldn’t look forward to having Rooster’s weight on top of him as he snoozed softly. 

Horror wasn’t something Bradley would usually choose as a first hand pick, but today he was on a mission. For as many times as he’d dozed off on the bespectacled WSO, he figured it was his turn to have Bob curled into him for a change. Seeing as Bradley wasn’t all too familiar with the horror genre, he perused a few titles and reviews, and picked the one that had the absolute scariest looking plot and reviews that raved about their inability to sleep after watching it. 

Bradley figured it would be a piece of cake, it was just a movie after all. He’d seen some shit in his day and figured this would be no more than a laugh - and hopefully a cuddle if the lankier of the two got a bit frightened. He was cautiously optimistic as he spied his roommate coming through the door after an afternoon run. 

“Hey, Robby!” Bradley greeted him, taking in Bob’s shirtless form. He was slightly sweaty, and a soft sheen clung to his chest and forehead. His dark blond hair was not neatly styled as it usually was when the two headed off to work, and flopped in front of his eyes as he smiled at Rooster. “Hey Brad,” Bob was slightly out of breath, finally bending slightly to rest his palms on his knees for a moment to catch his breath.

“Did you forget your glasses this morning? Saw them in the bathroom,” Bradley noted silently that Bob without his glasses was a little less soft and cute looking, and without the birth control goggles shielding the view of his cheekbones, he found them to be more prominent, along with his jawline. Licking his lips, Bradley had to avert his gaze for a moment  as he waited for an answer - he could feel his cheeks getting warm and ruddy. They unfortunately often did that around Bob.

“Nah, usually wear contacts on days off and on leave,” Bob chuckled, patting Roosters shoulder with one of his large hands before disappearing towards their shared bathroom. “Just gonna have a quick shower, and then you better knock me out with your choice of film, Bradshaw!” Bob grinned back at Bradley before disappearing into the shower. 

“Fuck..” Bradley groaned to himself, squeezing his eyes shut and trying his damndest not to think of his roommate stripping out of his running shorts to shower. 

He busied himself with setting up their usual movie night snacks, making some popcorn (Bob insisted that you could simply not have movie night without them), and making sure to put out some sodas for the two of them. Bradley felt like he craved a beer to soothe his nerves, but he hadn’t brought any home ever since Bob moved in. And honestly, he was happy to be without if it made Bob comfortable. 

He’d put out some plain fanta orange instead, and a diet coke for himself. He’d found that his wizzo preferred fanta, and every time Rooster had brought out some for him, Bradley’s heart would leap at the grin that settled on Bob’s face, always exclaiming ‘you remembered!’ as if memorizing his drink of choice was rocket science.

As Bob emerged from his room in sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt, he almost forgot to resist the usual impulse he had when he saw that Bradley had gotten everything ready for them. The impulse to softly grab onto his bicep, and plant a soft lingering kiss on his cheek as he mumbled his thanks. Instead, Bob smiled at Bradley before swiping some of his wet locks out of his face - his blue eyes landing on the drinks Rooster had put out.

“Oh, you remembered!” Bob’s exclamation this time was soft, and it almost sounded as if he’d been punched in the gut, a sort of somber emotion flickering behind the blues of his eyes.

“What’ve you got for us today, Chicken?” Bob grinned before plopping himself down on the sofa with a content sigh.

“Well, Bobby, I figured we could branch out,” Rooster replied with a small smirk, glancing at the other man, a sneaky look in his amber eyes as the blond man huffed out an indignant laugh at the nickname. There was still a distinct twinkle of happiness in those blue eyes though, which encouraged Rooster to continue. 

“Today, we’re doing horror, Robby,” Bradley looked smug, waiting on his roommates reaction. Bob just raised a brow, a cool smile on his face. “Oh yeah?” leaning back against the cushions he said nothing else, as if telling Rooster to ‘bring it on’. 

“Now, Bobby - there will be no judgment if at any point you should feel the need to hide your face in a pillow,” he paused before slowly putting his hands behind the back of his head, knowing that his biceps were now making the t-shirt he was wearing strain against their size “I’ve got plenty,” he smirked, knowing it would tick Bob off.

“Oh my fucking God, Rooster!” Bob groaned, putting his face in his hands as he laughed “That was so bad!” Bradley burst into laughter with Bob, the two of them naturally gravitating towards one another, Bob’s hand landing on Rooster’s knee to steady himself as the laughter subsided between the two, leaving them face to face with one another, eyes twinkling and ghosts of their laughters still upon their lips as they noticed their noses were practically touching. 

Bradley’s breath hitched softly in his throat, and his eyes flickered down to Bob’s lips so fast he didn’t think that his roommate caught it at all. So he quickly cleared his throat and leaned back against the backrest, putting an impish smile on his face as he shrugged “Offer still stands, Rob,” he grinned wider as Bob rolled his eyes, shook his head and leaned back too, getting comfortable with the throw he’d put over his stomach. 

Turns out, Bob would not be needing any pillows. In fact, what he needed was his own fist to bite down on. To keep from bursting into fits of giggles at the sight of Bradley’s brown eyes, open wide as saucers, lips slightly parted as he muttered long strings of creative curses and suggestions to the characters, only minutes into the film.

“Don’t go in there… don’t fucking go in there… don’t go– I fucking told you!!” the last part was shouted as his whole body jolted at the loud screaming coming from the TV. Bob closed his eyes, biting down hard on his knuckle, breathing steadily through his nose to not give in to the laughter that was bubbling deep within him, his stomach aching from the strain it took to keep it in. 

It only got worse from there, and Bradley’s soft curses turned more and more into pained groans and face held in between his large palms. As a particularly nasty jumpscare came on, Bradley literally flew up from the sofa exclaiming;

“Holy shit! What the fuck was that?!” he blinked a couple of times, furrowing his brows slightly as he sat back down slowly, his breathing turned a little labored. Licking his lips he tried to heave a deep sigh to alleviate the pressure that had begun building in his chest, but to no avail.

“Bob…” he murmured, his breath starting to become a little shorter still. The room seemed to be getting smaller, and he could now only distantly hear the screams from the TV as his gaze was frozen on something far away. 

“No…” he moaned softly, trying to shake his head and closing his eyes. That only made it worse though, as flashes of clear blue sky and pristine snow whirling towards his face appeared in jumbled succession.

His hands shook slightly as he tried to run them through his hair, but he found that he couldn’t differentiate the texture at all. He figured he must be gasping for air now, because he felt quite light-headed as that overwhelming feeling of dread and feeling of needing to do something came over him. He needed to do something, he needed to run, or he needed to get up, or he needed to–

“Rooster!” Was that Mav? Did he have to eject? Where were the handles? “Bradley!” he was trying, he really was! Why was Mav screaming at him again?

“Bradshaw!” 'Lieutenant Bradshaw!', was he in trouble? 

“Hen! Chicken! For fuck’s sake, please!” Bob was pleading with Bradley, kneeling in front of his shaking form, trying in vain to bring him back. He’d turned off the TV as soon as Bradley had first murmured his name, noticing immediately that he’d gone. Bradley blinked at that, and suddenly amber eyes met blue. Bob sighed in relief, cradling Bradley’s warm cheeks in his palms.

“Hey, hey, Brad - stay with me okay, it’s Rob - yeah? Roomie?” Bob knew he probably shouldn’t be talking this rapidly, but fuck, he was scared. He wanted Rooster back. 

“Rob…” Bradley’s brows furrowed, blinking again - Bob could see some of the far away fog lift from those beautiful brown eyes, and he sighed. “Hey, yeah - I’m here big guy. We’re just havin’ a nice little movie night, yeah?” Bob was talking slower now, letting his thumbs caress the other man's cheeks slowly. Bradley nodded slowly against Bob’s grip. 

“I can’t breathe,” Rooster confessed, tears burning behind his lids as the slight reprieve from the dread he’d felt started to end. “Please, Bob” Bradley didn’t know how he’d voice that he needed help breathing. He hardly knew himself. Usually, these types of nights he’d just go until he passed out.

Contemplating his choices for all of ten seconds, Bob stood from his position below Bradley’s knees, gently guiding the pilot down on the sofa. Fear stricken eyes stared back at him, and he only smiled soothingly “It’s okay, Chicken - it’s only me,” Bob spoke softly before he laid the expanse of his body on top of Rooster, guiding his hands so they laid on top of his back, his cheek pressed against Bradley’s chest.

“Can you breathe with me, hen?” Bob spoke, letting his own palms gently massage over Bradley’s ribs, making a point of taking deep, exaggerated breaths. It was surprising how fast Bob’s tactic worked. His weight on top of Rooster calmed him down considerably, and soon Bradley’s breathing had slowed to normal. Peering up, Bob could see Rooster’s exhausted face, eyes lidded and vulnerable.

“Hey, we feelin’ better?” Bob inquired, feeling no apprehension about letting his hand glide up to caress Bradley’s scarred cheek. Licking his lips, Bradley nodded, shame burning within his chest. “Don’t you dare,” Bob whispered, and Bradley’s eyes shot to his in confusion.

“I have nightmares about that too,” Bob spoke slowly and deliberately. Bradley’s surprised “you do?” flew past his lips before he could stop it, and he could feel Bob's arms tighten around his chest as the WSO nodded, burying his face into Rooster’s chest. Well, now was as good of a time as any.

“Was scared I’d never get to see you again.” he murmured into Bradley’s t-shirt. The arms that had laid loosely against Bob’s sides came around him in a crushing hug, and the two men laid intertwined and embracing hard for a long time, Bob nuzzling his face into the crook of Bradley’s neck, relishing in the steady thrum of a pulse under his lips, and Rooster’s familiar scent against his nose. Bradley’s eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his face into Bob’s newly washed hair, breathing soft and slow. It didn’t take long before the two of them fell into a dreamless, comfortable sleep. 

As the red rays of the sun filtered through the windows, Bob stirred awake in Bradley’s arms. Blinking softly, he raised his head from where it had still rested against Bradley’s chest. Bleary eyes taking in the sight of the clock on the wall showing him it was only just after four in the morning. He could feel Rooster stir underneath him, and he lowered his gaze to take in Bradley’s sun kissed face in the soft morning light.

“Hey,” Bradley’s voice was raspy and deep from sleep, and it made Bob’s stomach flip slightly. Again, their faces were so close, yet they did not move. There was a soft crease between Bradley’s eyebrows as his eyes roamed over Bob’s face.

Blue eyes held brown, before they slipped to admire Bradley’s soft looking lips, accentuated cupid’s bow hidden beneath his mustache. Just before Bob was about to look into Bradley’s eyes again, he had surged upwards, letting his lips caress against Bob’s in a soft and lingering kiss. 

Bob couldn’t help the soft noise of longing that left him, the sound melting into Rooster as his hands went from having rested at Bob’s waist, to tangling into his soft curls as he deepened their kiss, nose pressing into Bob. Bob’s hands squeezed at Bradley’s hips as he pressed himself closer to his roommate's body, gasping softly at the feeling of Bradley’s tongue gently prodding at his lips, his own languidly meeting and caressing Bradley’s tongue. 

“Bob,” Rooster sighed as he broke away for air, the wizzo continuing to place rapid kisses over his jawline before shyly nuzzling his face into Rooster’s neck again. 

“Yeah?” there was a note of hesitance in Bob’s answer, and Bradley’s hands fell to Bob’s sides again as he squeezed gently - urging the other to look at him.

“Hi,” he said gruffly as Bob appeared above him again. Bob smiled, a soft blush coloring his cheeks. “I’ve kind of wanted to do that for a long time,” Bob confessed sheepishly, and Bradley chuckled. “Yeah, me too.” 

The two men smiled at one another, Bradley reaching up to caress his thumb across Bob’s cheek. 

“I think I might’ve fallen in love with you,” he spoke quietly, meeting Bob’s clear blues with a small crease between his brows again.

Bob only smiled and leaned down to place another, lingering kiss on his roommate’s lips. “Well, lucky for you and your pillows, I happen to have fallen for your stupid charms too,” Bob smiled, gently pinching at Bradley’s bicep. The confession made Bradley laugh softly before sitting up, keeping Bob straddling his lap as he embraced and kissed him again.

“Chicken?” Rooster huffed at the teasing call sign “As much as I loved branching out, maybe we steer clear of the horror from now on?” he smiled down as Rooster’s innocent face looked up at him. 

“What’re you talking about? Now I’ve got you to cuddle up to when I get scared!”

[mxrcusflint]

assorted text posts ft. top gun

[newtmas-supremxcy]

=Top gun tweets pt. 1=

[cirr0stratus]

One day i’ll shut up

[beezelarts]

I had to…

[military-newsboys]

Bradley: Where’s dad? I wanted to ask him for advice on asking someone out. Ice: Uh-what? No, you really shouldn’t. Bradley: Why? Ice: Pete is a dumbass. He doesn’t know shit about love. Bradley: He’s literally your husband. Ice: That’s exactly how I know that.

[lulunothulu]

Masterlist!!!! 🤠

Making this because it's so hard for me to scroll through my stuff lol it'll be easier for you guys too! (And I'll pin it to my profile. 😏) GIFS bc I like the separation lol most of these are okay for 18 and under but just check the content warnings before reading 💗

Disclaimer: All the works are mine and written by me, please do not copy and paste. Reblogs are great! Thank you and enjoy!! 💗

1. Jake "Hangman" Seresin Masterlist

There were so many I had to condense the list lol

2. Tyler Owens Masterlist

Was also getting long so... :)

3. Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Masterlist

Not long enough ;) but willing to expand

4. Headcanons :)

This includes all of the men on this list btw

5. Robert “Bob” Floyd

“Yes, sir.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

6. Glen Powell

It's a growing folder

[eliashirsch]

In which Bradley is the CEO but not really

Bradley, probably: we need to have a meeting. i'm being disrespected here

Jake, Nat, Bob: take it up with the boss

Bradley: i am the boss!

(for the bingo: Secretary/Boss) @topgunalternateuniverse

[missmarveledsblog]

A little something unexpected (Jake Seresin x Reader)

Summary: a routine shopping trip leads to something something unexpected for a certain blonde aviator .

warning: fluffy , goofy , jakes new to the simp life but hes not complaining . not proof read ( Soz )

( just realised i haven't done any hangman oneshots so here's one)

In the unknown of life it can throw curveballs , unexpected courses throughout life that  test whether you go through with it or not .  Like talking to a stranger in a bar , crossing the road at the wrong or right time , changing plans at the last minute, all things not expected but can cause a big or little outcome . Jake Seresin didn’t realize such an occasion was going to happen as he was grocery shopping one sunday morning. He didn’t know he was going to be changed in such a way it would alter his life in such a way .  He was going aisle to aisle getting and checking off his list , he may have shot  a few smiles and winks at the women he passed getting his various produce and products .  It was normal , part of his Sundays since he’s been stationed permanently in San Diego . turning corner as a women check him out shamelessly but it was his favorite  kind , then again he like whether they took charge or not once they left the next morning.  He was a hound dog , not yet ready to settle down just wasn’t in the cards for him and he was more than ok with that . he  wasn’t looking for love or so he thought  then he look up saw a scene before him  , she was beautiful , stunning and everything he didn’t know was real  only in some sort of movie or magazine . their was a familiar feeling to the woman he was looking at , maybe she was famous seen her in some movie at some point in life. But she was standing crossed arms looking completely unamused at the man before her , some sap trying to put the moves on ,jake thought or couples quarrel . 

“ come on stop playing hard to get “ the man almost whine same time as jake rolled his eyes , she did the same. 

“ i ain’t interested so why don’t you get on stop bugging me “ she huffed walking off or least trying to until the man grabbed her arm that when jake stood taller , chest out  ready to intervene help the pretty lady out . he  was hound dog in the sense he slept around but he never would pressure or alone put his hands on a woman .  Ready  to intervene and save the day  but before he could even step forward  she grab the man quickly having him now pressed up against the shelf hand twisted behind his back  before jake could even speak . 

“ let go of me you crazy bitch “ he squealed trying to get out of her grasp whole thing was amusing granted she was tiny compared to both him and the man she had in her hold .

“ don’t grab strangers or they grab back  now i’ll let you go and you’ll be on your way or i can hold you til the cops come sugar it’s all up to you “ she smiled sweetly .

“ first one “ the man pained out almost whisper as she did just that and watched him walking off  slightly impressed with the outcome til she realised she had an audience one a little old lady and another was a face she didn’t think she would see ever again . 

“ well done you show him “ the little old lady almost cheered before heading off . 

“ jake seresin ?” she called making him freeze . 

“ you know me ?” he asked confused she was familiar but not in the known familiarity sort of sense of things , cluing to scramble every inch of his brain to think of how he knew her , was she past flame but then again if he did go there he would remember her definitely. 

“ it’s y/n “ she laughed suddenly more closer and everything clicking into place , she was his best friend back homes little sister although she wasn’t little anymore. The former wildchild who wore baggy clothes getting trouble constantly of her escapades infairness jake barely saw her , she was either up in her room , sneaking out or out causing trouble.  She was always pretty but it was always an off limits sort of thing plus she was never interested in her brother or his friends jake was one of em . 

“ well trouble what hell you doing here” he smirked . 

“ was trying to shop you know it’s a grocery store”  . 

“ funny i mean san diego smart ass” he shook his head. 

“ well lets walk and talk  big guy  i ain’t causing a traffic jam “she walked. “ to answer you question i moved her last year for work , i am now a  nurse more specifically an ER nurse where all the action is , i’m guessing your stationed here ?” she asked . 

“ sure am ma’am ,  can’t believe your a nurse though?” he chuckled .

“ should seen my mama’s face when i told her i wanted to be one she thought i’d finally lost it but hell no one expected me pull it off except my big brother  mikey he always believes in me “ she smiled . 

“ hows big mike now haven’t talked to him since in a couple years, i know he married i missed the wedding because  i was deployed”. 

“ he’s got like five little one like she just kept going one after another “ she shook her head amusement filled her tone. “ but he loves dad life and he’s deputy on the force badge and all “ . 

It was so natural to fall into the conversation with her , more easier than anyone he’s met ,  reminiscing over the past and filling in the gaps  and present to the point he felt a little disappointed when they were heading out the store , swapping number did help stop the disappointment  , knowing the conversation could still continue. It was strange to say the least a normal routine moment leading to more as they parted ways  .  still there was something  there , something he couldn’t place his finger on  that was lingering after she left but he knew he had to see her again that was for certain .  heading home and yet she was all that he could think about , even stepping out and heading into his house, usually waving over a scantily clad housewife across housewife but he completely ignored her presence as he headed into his house  . 

It would be weeks before he would see her again  giving her busy schedule and his own the meet up was something very hard to maintain yet still keeping in contact he felt like teenager waiting for his crush to respond was that what this feeling was . Standing  at the dart board ready to take rooster money once more even he was starting to feel sorry but hey he asked for the rematch.  He wasn’t paying attention to the bell ringing above the door , it was when he started hearing the low whistles . 

“ christ on a bike “ was all he heard from the hawaiian shirt wearing man following  who suddenly wasn’t caring about the money he was losing , his gaze set completely else where only for jake to follow .  He stopped in his track , he himself was less caring of taking his fellow aviators money .  She stood out , of course her friend were pretty good looking women but shit she was breathtaking , she took his breath away that was for sure. The little black dress , boots and leather jacket all simple pieces of clothing and yet on her looked like  she was ready for a run way or glamorous photo shoot .  he watched the way her head fell back laughing at whatever her friends where talking about .It like she could sense his eyes ,  her connecting and smile bright on her face as she mouth a hi and  little wiggle of her fingers  in a wave .  his throat was dry but hell his mouth was watering . 

“ shit they have to be lost” was all rooster said as he made his way to the bar offering his services to the ladies if needed .  another new thing was the way his jaw clenched when roosters hand extended to her , the flirty grin and whatever he was saying had her laughing away.  Jealousy wasn’t a new feeling for jake, he was man enough to admit   it ( to himself and never out loud ) . But he was never jealous of a women attention  , usually he would just move on or get her attention his way . but now he watching his friend and a face from his past that he couldn’t shake like she permanently inserted herself into his brain .  then they were coming over , men watching the group of girl sauntering over to the familiar spot that was occupied by the famous dagger squad .  he watched as rooster introduced each of the girls to  his friend . 

“ i know hangman ,  we go way back “ her voice god it beat any melody of his  favorite songs . 

“ that we do darling “ he flashed flirty grin of  his own. 

“ we grew up  in the same town actually him and my big brother were best friends at one stage “ she explained to the perplexed face of her own friends and his  .

“ oh so was jake always well this or was he awkward secret nerd before .. please tell me he was a pip squeak  who couldn’t get lad “  nat perked up .

“ nah he and my brother were  ladies men , completely the star of everyone’s eyes including the women of our town  “she rolled her eyes as he had a beaming smile . 

“ i can see why he and you brother total heart throb material “ her friend mia purred and yet it was easy she was already showing the blonde the go but his eyes were solely fix on y/n .   the whole night he was following her every word it was like she was the only woman in the bar and in his eyes she was . even his friends were a little shocked at the  behavior of their friend . her friends gave up on pursuing the man well most of them did mia on the other hand seemed to be determined to get the blonde eye shedding  layers pulling her dress up a little more show off her legs or down to show cleavage and t was getting anyone but jake seresins .   she giggled louder and talked more lewdly  the dagger squad stood confused , while y/n friends looked slightly embarrassed  what they didn’t know was the seemly secret need to be better than y/n , mia goal to be the one who performed better , got everything that y/n wanted , she wasn’t a friend not really .  not that y/n cared it or took notice it was really one sided  , she was happy with her life , a job although stressful but worth it she enjoyed it most parts but came with hard times .  she  had boyfriends but never stayed around something never clicked not like it did with jake seresin which well was strange . not in sense she didn’t find he wasn’t attractive because even knew it  , it was more they were such different people back then  probably now too. Texting was fun , catching up was best. Someone from home here in san diego was something they both could enjoy. 

The night was going well other than the glares from her so called friend but other than that she and her other friends were having a great time she found them great bunch of people even being invited to other nights out if she was available . she hopped of the seat headed to the seat jake was at the bar getting more drinks while she was standing at juke box punching in the keys two heading to the group at same time as slow ride because booming throughout the speakers. Every single one of the dagger squad huffing and sighing.   

“ really bag man” nat groaned rubbing her temples . 

“ hey this good song but this time , it wasn’t me i was at the bar” he chuckled raising his drink in one hand and handing y/n a bottle of beer . 

“ actually this ones on me , it’s one of my favorite songs “ she winced . 

“ yeah totally good song” mia cheered. 

“ you told her turn it off earlier “ clara , one of y/n arched her brow. 

“ actually yeah you said you hated it” emma snorted . 

“  she only likes it because blondey , does even though blondey  isn’t haven’t having a bar of her” izzy scoffed starting to get annoyed a pick me mia . “ probably because y/n likes him is why she wants him “ she let slip . 

“ not true at all “  mia whined . 

“ yeah it is , why you come you don’t even like us or y/n “ izzy probed . 

“  i like you guys  , where is this coming from … not my fault y/n boyfriend came on to me that time “ she shook her head . 

“ wait what ??” y/n face fell . 

“  what it was just one time or two .. maybe it was three  relax it meant nothing  plus you dumped him so like chill , come on you get everything  let me have that and stop hogging his attention “ mia whined completely like she had done nothing wrong. 

“ she aint hogging my attention actually in fact i’m hogging hers  hope you girls don’t mind i’m gonna steal her to “ he looked to the others who couldn’t help have shit eating grin. 

“ enjoy “ izzy smirked  waving as jake pulled her hand waving to penny a silent he would pay his tab next day.  She on other hand was quiet  not the usual way she was before trying  to think back and it all clicking .  she heard the bell ring and a yell of mia screaming  “ come on “ as jake looked to see the woman pouting pulling her phone off the bar and round of cheers, an instant karma not to the point it really measures but hey it was a start .  

He brought her down the beach still some light of the bar illuminating in a sense but not too much it disturbed the beauty of the night . how the moonlight reflected on the ocean , the sound of waves crashing  such calm compared to the storm that was nearly brewing in the hard deck .  He realized the fact he was still holding her hand only this time her fingers where intertwined with his and he could stop thinking how perfect  they fit like two pieces of a puzzle .   they didn’t talk , like  the unspoken words spoke volumes enjoying the silence and each others company til she shivered once more then wordlessly he lead them off the beach towards his truck . unlocking  it opening the passenger side as she hoped in , all not a word spoken from their mouths but the eyes told each other everything.  All that was running through jakes mind was how perfect she fit in his life in different ways , like how perfect she was sat in his truck . taking the hoodie from the backseat handing it to her a whisper of “ thanks “ spilling from her lips . this was new this was something he hadn’t experience in a long time .  the drive was different somehow  but it was almost routine.  Driving pretty girl home but this wasn’t just any pretty girl it was y/n . She was different  , everything about his feelings were different to what he was used to. The fact he like seeing her in his clothes or at his side.  Pulling up to her house he didn’t want it to end not the night , not her company , it all . 

“ you wanna come in for a drink or coffee”  seemly she was feeling the same the long forgotten drama of a jealous friend  to the fact she was solely in trance from the blonde aviator that sat beside her. 

“ yeah i’d like that “  he smiled hoping out of the car jogging to her side and holding his hand out to help her out of the car .  once more fingers intertwined walking up toward the  house , something even in the exterior felt homely , flowers that sat perfectly  around the deck in a weird sense reminded him of home  in texas ,  she opened the door throwing her keys in the bowl her hand still in his only for jake to puller her spinning her into  his arms , a yelp and giggle spilling from her lips man he loved that sound , tipping her face up with his free hands leaning down so close he could hear her breathe hitch , he could feel how close it was  all he had to do was do it  , just move that little bit that would connect his lips to her plump pillow soft lips .  the nervous feeling in his was definitely new one , had him frozen almost looking into her eyes watching him closely only  to be the one  to  be the one to take that step , that one push that had her lips on his. Instantly the nervous feelings gone his hand gone straight to her hair pulling her closer if it was possible . never had he felt a kiss like it , one that  had him lost , one that had him addicted  just one touch  like  it was his sole source  of living . her lips perfect against his , her hand on his chest sliding up and around his head  , her own tilting for new angle to deepen the kiss . the way his tongue dance with her own , tasting each other  like it was only thing in the world even the need for air wasn’t a  thought when the two so lost in each other . until it was pulling back both breathlessly looking at the other , the smile appearing on their faces .  lifting her up he could feel the vibration of her laugh matching his own  giving directions  around the house in between pecks and sensual kisses , nothing was rushed .   nothing was pushed and exceeded  his own need , no jake wanted to take his time , he wanted to burn this moment into his memory  . the feeling of her in his arms still swallowed by his hoody or the feeling of her soft skin on her legs on  the palm of his hands .  her taste , the way she was looking at him it was all something that he didn’t want to stop not ever .  

That moment of confusion when  he began to stir , the scent of somewhere else  , the feel of somewhere else . eyes cracking open to see the morning sun settling in the room , turning to find the bed empty .  brows scrunched together  as rubbed the sleep out of his eyes til he could hear the muffled voice coming from behind the door . a smirk on his lips as he got out of bed grabbing his underwear , his shirt somewhere missing could find it later .  following the sound of the voice , taking in her home something that was missed the night previous the way it felt cozy , the way it felt like home laced in the wall . how he could picture himself coming home from a long day and just something simple as sitting with her wrapped in his arms eating take out . 

“ is that jake seresin “ a voice called as he walked into the kitchen , a familiar voice one he’s spent his whole childhood until he went to the naval academy . 

“ hey mikey “ he wince not realizing he just interrupted a family facetime  while in his underwear . 

“ it is hey y’all catch up while i finish this “ she smirked , amused at his reaction  or how heated his cheeks where. 

“  hey Mikey , how are you man “ he winced walking closer taking her phone in his hands so he wasn’t exposing much of  himself to his childhood friend while standing in said  friend little sisters kitchen .  

“ breakfast will be awhile sit “ she called not looking at him but he could tell she was fighting the urge to laugh . 

“ he’s the guy ?” mikey called. 

“ he’s the guy now catch up “ she called back . 

“ hurt her  and law be on your ass seresin . but other than that how you been man hows the navy “ her brother said easily even making her look at her phone with a look of “ what the fuck” written on her face. 

“ good man permanently stationed here , deployments aren't as long and get to teach the future aviators how its done “ he chuckled . 

Wasn’t long  til the bestfriend chatting up a storm  jake was barely paying attention though his missing shirt that almost swallowed her whole as she moved around kitchen making him breakfast shit this wasn’t helping his fantasies it was only feeding them , when she came over plates in her hand place them on table and heading back to get more jake said his goodbyes as she yelled her placing the drinks and condiments on the table only for jake to pull her on to his lap. Kissing her neck and her cheek til she turned her head and kissing his lips , the domestic feel to it all didn’t scare him , it should of but  it was y/n  , it felt right .  her perched on his lap while they ate breakfast  . She told him of her lack of plans  so she was probably going to chill home for day , so he invited her to the beach . a sort of weekly tradition of going the beach with the dagger squad  and friends on base , something she knew of from their text . what she didn’t know this was a first of many things. It was first of him staying over that was rare he usually went home once the deed was done , he was usually home along sitting at his kitchen island  , it was also a new thing of him bringing someone with him to the beach , never had he brought a fling but he hoped this wasn’t a fling it was too good to be a fling. Once breakfast was done and he cleaned up much to her telling him to stop falling on deaf ears . they showered  , ready  and headed to jakes so he could change his clothes knowing he was going to take another shower after beach . 

The faces of his friends where priceless except javy and nat the two sense something growing and it was an answer to jake sudden behavior change over the last few weeks. How he was glue to his phone  or barely paying attention to the women that batted their lashes at him in hard deck .  her hand in his as they got closer only to see her friends there too  well two izzy and emma. 

“ bob and rooster invited us “ izzy smirked . “ see jake had same idea” . 

“ well since there is girls here , lets set up over here and leave  the boys to their football “ nat cheered just as y/n  went to leave with the girls jake pulled spinning her as she fell into a fit of giggles as jake kissed every part of her face before getting her lips . 

“ ok ok come on suck face later”rooster groaned pretending to be repulsed but the smile on his face betrayed him . 

“ see ya later honey “ jake winked  patting her ass as she shot him a playful glare . 

Rushing to her friends to find out what happened when she left to here mia had to pay for a round of drinks  and left in an uber alone not long after  .  the turn in events izzy asked bob for his number  which the shy WSO almost thought she was joking , while shy emma gave rooster hers  but left the bar alone but all wanting to know what happened with her and jake . she told them it all  ( well not all ) . nat couldn’t believe it  , all her time knowing jake seresin and hearing this almost husband material man , one of the biggest man sluts of the hard deck being so soft   and  fluffy . then when she looked to the group of her fellow dagger squad members , the way jake seresin was looking at y/n . Such love and awe in  his green eyes it all made sense. 

Distracted was the best term to use as he and guys stood , his eyes automatically landed on her , ears picking up her laughter as she sat in the warm sand , talking animatedly about something . it made a bright smile emerge on his face . like it was just here on the beach , she wasn’t even talking to him , or could he hear what she was saying but she had his attention either way . 

“ i’ll be damned , never thought i would see the day unless this is some coma , drug induced dream “rooster let out low whistle finally bringing the texan back to the group. 

“ what are you  talkin bout now bradshaw” jake rolled his eyes. 

“ it’s seems a miracle has happened and bag man is in love “ rooster smirked .

He wanted to tell him no , he was wrong that jake seresin and love never even crossed paths and yet he couldn’t . It was all clicking in his head , how it all made sense and this was one of those instances where he could actually agree with rooster. Jake was in love and it wasn’t scaring him like he thought it would shit he was welcoming it ,  letting it fill his brain and his heart. 

“ i think rooster is on to something i think my boy is in love” javy shook jake shoulders side to side playfully.

“ i ain’t denying she something special but if you think ya beating me today bradshaw got another thing coming “ he winked .  “ LET'S PLAY SO I CAN BRING MY GIRL ON A DATE” he yelled catching her attention how her wide eyes soften and the coy playful smile on her lips appeared. 

“Since when am i your girl  seresin” she stood hands on hips . 

“ since the moment i saw you in that aisle kicking ass honey lets not deny the obvious here” he smirked walking toward her , not one of them complained the sudden shift of the game change . 

“ well kiss your girl and get back to your game cowboy “ she wrapped her arms around his waist as he held her face so softly kissing her soft lips like it was first time and definitely vowed to himself he would be doing it til the last day he had on earth. Ignoring their friends hoots and hollering in the background . nah his girl was his main thought. 

Things were unexpected , one little thing could alter and change course of someone's life and in this instance jake seresin was happy with the outcome  what was a routine shopping trip because it would lead him to this , to love and even more importantly it would lead him to her .