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Lieutenant Rogers Universe

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This is the masterlist for the âLt. Rogersâ Unvierse! Here should be able to find everything about Star and her found families!
pairings: romantic!neil âomahaâ vikander x rogers!reader, platonic!dagger squad x rogers!reader, plantonic!sam wilson x rogers!reader, platonic!bucky barnes x rogers!reader
series summary:Â 13 pilots were called back to Top Gun in 2023. at the same time, Lieutenant Rogers learns that her fatherâs shield was passed down to John Walker.
sources:Â Top Gun: Maverick (2022) , The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)

Story
Call Sign: âStarâ
13 pilots were called back to Top Gun in 2023. at the same time, Lieutenant Rogers learns that her fatherâs shield was passed down to John Walker.
Push Your Limits
after learning of the shieldâs new owner, star must press on with her duties as a naval aviator and start her training with her new team.
Holding Onto the Past; Letting Go of the Future
after a pretty rough start, maverick takes the aviators to the beach for a team building exercise. star and omaha invite the squad over for the night. after a quick heart-to-heart with rooster, star has to watch the world forget her father.
Earn It
sam and bucky finally meet john in person. so does star. neither interactions were in johnâs favor.
Birds and Promises
while we all know what happens in the air, we donât know what happens with the aviators on the ground when three nearly die during a training exercise. how do hangman, rooster, and star react to their best friends nearly dying? will it change things between star and omaha?
Good Afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen. This is Your Lover Savior Speaking
the mission is here. and once again while we know what happens in the sky and in the control room, whatâs going through starâs mind as her friends fight for their lives and might not come home?
Shield of Injustice
while star and her friends fly the mission of a lifetime, sam and bucky are on a mission to find karli before john does. but they all get way more than the barganed forâŚ
Safe Places (coming tomorrow 5/17)
in the wake of the publicized murder of a flag smasher, star has to wrestle with herself as she comes to terms with everything that has happened and anticipate what will happen in the fall out â all the while omaha tries not to let his feelings overshadow hers
The Lieutenant Rogers Moodboard Collection

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Piece by Piece
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Mitchell!reader x dad!Maverick
series masterlist
my masterlist
a/n: I know, I know. Im starting a new series even though i havenât finished by hunger games one, my clone wars one or my marauders one. I also have marvel series i started on ao3 that i havenât updated in literally years.. and donât even get me started on ted lasso.
I guess inspiration just strikes when it strikes.
anyway, hereâs the fic
summary: Arrival to North Island means visiting the nearby Navy Bar, the Hard Deck, which is run by your dear friend Penny Benjamin. Of course, youâre not the only visitor that night.
warnings: verbal abuse, drinking, character death, trauma, unedited
Itâs strange, how in just a few hours, your whole life can totally and completely change. In just a few minutes, the strangest things can happen - the worst and the best.
In the span of five minutes, you solidified your top spot in the top gun academy.Â
In the span of two, you ruined your relationship with your mom.
In the span of one minute and thirty seconds, Your best friend died because of a choice you made.
And within five minutes of that incident, you werenât too far behind.Â
In one minute, sifting through a box your stepfather sent you, you find a picture youâve never seen before: Your mother, wearing a smile youâve never seen on her face before, wrapped in the arms of a handsome navy pilot, all teeth and jawbone and eyebrows.Â
And with thirty seconds of your arrival at the Hard Deck, that very same pilot comes waltzing in.Â
Penny pauses her conversation with you, about how youâve been, what youâve been up to, how sorry she is for you, and strikes up a very similar conversation with him.
They have history, you can tell.Â
Penny taps the counter over the barstool next to you - one of the only ones available in the crowded bar.
It only takes his polite smile to cement it in your head that this is him.Â
This is your father.Â
You donât let anything show through, though. You stir up your shirley temple and smile, introducing yourself as majesty.Â
âAh. Iâm in the Navy, too, you know. Iâve never met a Majesty before, though.âÂ
âWell, sir, this is a Navy bar⌠and I was on leave up until just recently. It doesnât surprise me that you havenât heard of me, since I was stationed in the Peninsula before , and everything there is pretty hush, hush.â
âMaverick,â he says, smiling again, but genuinely. He holds out his hand and you shake it. âPleasure to meet you, Majesty.â
âlikewise, sir. Now, if youâll excuse me, I finally see someone I know.âÂ
You bounce off, holding your drink tightly, acting as if your whole life hasnât just been shaken up by a chance encounter at one of the many Navy bars in North Island.Â
Approaching the group of other lieutenants, you steal a glance back at him grinning at Penny with the same stupid lovestruck expression that you saw in the photo.
Yep. Thatâs him.Â
Maverick watches Majestyâs retreating form before she disappears in a group of rowdy pilots, wondering where heâs heard that name before. Majesty.Â
He vaguely remembers some news from the peninsula about a year ago, but as the lieutenant had said, the news from there is very limited and very filtered. Something about a pilot whose call sign was DuchessâŚ
âUh oh.â Pennyâs deadpan voice interrupts his thoughts. âYouâre thinking. Thatâs never good.â
She slides him his beer and he laughs softly at her joke.Â
âYou know that pilot- Majesty - well?â
Penny glances over to where she disappeared into the group of pilots. Sheâs laughing along with the group while playing pool. They watched her take a shot.
The first thing he thinks is, she sucks.
âYeah.. Sheâs a nice girl.â Penny starts deftly making a drink with the confidence of someone whoâs done it a thousand times. âShe watched Amelia for me when we were going through a divorce. Truly a lifesaver for both of us.â Penny meets his eyes. âSheâs had a hard life, that one, and sheâs not really ever had a reprieve from it, either. Itâs good to see her laughing again.â
He sighs, knowing thereâs a lot of pilots who joined up to get away from difficult families.Â
Heâs so caught up in his thoughts that he doesnât recognize Bradley Bradshaw himself walking in until he walks up to Majesty and plants a kiss on her cheek,
He raises a hand.
âPenny, check, please?â
Youâre having a surprisingly fun time at the Hard deck. You havenât been clubbing since before you were deployed, and certainly not to a bar.
Who would you go with?
but the pilots youâve met - and the old friends youâre seeing again are nothing but kind. (at least, to you. Itâs been five minutes and Rooster and Hangman are already going at it)Â
Phoenix introduces you to the pilots you donât know, but there arenât many. You swim in the same circles as most of them.
You line up a pool shot and slide the stick quickly, aiming the white ball at a general cluster of colored balls, and missing all of them completely.
âNow that,â a cocky voice begins over your left shoulder, âThat was an astoundingly awful shot, your highness.â
You turn to face Hangman, whoâs significantly taller than you, but you still stare right into his eyes.Â
âIâve never played before,â you defend. âAnd itâs Majesty.â
âSure it is, darlinâ. Lemme show you how to shoot pool.â
You cross your arms.
âAre you going to mansplain eight ball to her, Bagman?â Natasha- Phoenix - juts in.Â
âYeah, are you?â You ask, voice intentionally provocative, meant to make him splutter. Frustratingly, he doesnât, only coolly lines up a shot - making it perfectly.Â
âNo, Iâm offering to explain how to play properly, so itâs more fun for the both of us.â
You can hear the smirk in his voice.Â
Before you can respond with another teasing comment, the music shuts off, making way for a loud, unhappy groan from almost everybody in the bar.
You hear the familiar intro to Roosterâs favorite song, (Itâs the only one he learned how to play) and hand the stick off to Bob, whose wide eyes widen even further.
âThatâs my cue to leave,â You announce to the group. âI canât listen to this song for the fifty-thousandth time.â
You blow a kiss to Phoenix and wave to the rest of the pilots, hugging Fanboy, a close friend of yours, and bid adieu to Penny, slipping her a twenty.
âThanks Penny. See you later, yeah?â
Penny winks at you and waves. You lean into the door and press out into the cool night air, the sound of the ocean suddenly the only sound you can hear - besides Roosterâs muffled voice and piano playing.Â
You walk around the bar, getting ready to head back to base. The last thing you expect is to meet eyes with Maverick, who looks like heâs seen a ghost.
âSir? Are you okay?â
Your voice startles him out of his daze. He shakes his head slightly.Â
âYeah. Iâm good.â
His eyes drift to Rooster again through the window, a peculiar expression passing over his face.
ââŚWell, Iâm headed back to base. Have a good night, sir.â
You turn around, hands in your pockets, beginning the short walk back to the barracks.
âWait. Do you mind if I join you?â
You shake your head ânoâ and stop to wait for him to catch up with you. How strange is this, the man you just realized was tour father walking with you back to the barracks.Â
You walk down the beach in silence, watching the waves crash on shore. Thereâs not much to say.Â
âAre you here for the mission?â he asks eventually, finally, one of you breaking the silence.Â
âI.. actually donât know, sir. They didnât tell us anything but the fact that we had to be in class tomorrow.â
You meet his eyes, briefly analyzing his face before turning your gaze back to your boots in the sand. There are some features, you suppose, that are similar in your faces. little things, but if heâs your father, you definitely take after your mother.Â
âSo.. yes. Then you must be a damn good pilot. Penny seems to think so.â
You laugh.
âPenny has what I like to call âMom goggles.â  She thinks everything I do is the greatest thing ever.âÂ
Itâs his turn to laugh.
ââMom gogglesâ? Iâve never heard of that.â
âWell, youâre not married. Give it time and youâll figure it out.â
Maverick puts his hands up.
âHang on. Howâd you know Iâm not married?â
You gesture to his hand.Â
âNo ring on your finger. And by the way you were shamelessly flirting with Penny literally all night.â
âI was not!â
You shake your head, laughing to yourself.Â
This couldâve been us.
you clear your throat, looking out over the sea. The sun has fully set, now, and youâre getting close to base. You yawn, covering your mouth.Â
You turn up the path to the base, in a comfortable silence when the your phone rings. You fumble through your pants, unzipping the pocket where youâve stashed you phone. It reads one word, one youâve been dreading.Â
Mom.
 You cast Maverick an apologetic glance and then take the phone  call.Â
âHey, mom. Whatâs wrong?â You can hear the resigned sigh in your voice. Captain Mitchell has stopped walking, waiting for you. You shoo him away, not wanting to inconvenience him more.
Your motherâs voice is unintelligible. Staticky and blurred.Â
âMy baby!â she finally says in words you can understand. âWhere are you? I came home and looked in your room and you were gone!â
You rub your eyes.Â
âMom. Youâre drunk. Whereâs Kevin?â
Usually, by this point, Kevin, your stepdad would step in.Â
Maybe, you think, somewhat bitterly, heâs come to his senses and left the crazy lady.Â
âOut,â is all she says. âYouâre not still running around with the Navy, are you?â
Sheâs says the word Navy like itâs a slur.Â
âMom-â
âBecause this is just a phase, (y/n). Youâll get over it and realize that I was right all along. You donât belong on the battlefield, you belong in school.â
âMom, as a matter of fact, i love my job and iâm not planning on leaving it anytime soon.â
This is a conversation youâve had many a time. Almost every time sheâs drunk she calls you up to criticize your life choices.Â
âThen youâre a failure.â
âGosh, I really wonder why I left.â
Thatâs when you hang up, abruptly cutting off your mother mid sentence.Â
You make it all the way to the barracks before you angrily start punching things. The nice thing about living on base again is the free gym available to you, so you change into a ratty old shirt and shorts and go down to the officerâs gym, where punching bags are already hanging.Â
You do a quick job of wrapping your hands, then begin the assault on a bag, sending it swinging with a punch.
You keep going and going and going until your knuckles feel like theyâre bleeding or broken or at least bruised, and all the stress and anger with your mother has burned off.Â
You hit the shower after the gym, then collapse into bed.
Your phone is lit up with four call notifications and twenty six text messages from your mom, which you promptly ignore, silence your phone and fall asleep.
âDuchess, fly away!â
âGet out of there!â
âItâs okay.â
âMajesty!â
Your eyes snap open, your back and arms are covered in sweat. You hold your breath in and let it out, trying to calm your heartbeat.Â
You glance at the clock.Â
Jesus Christ, itâs only three in the morning.Â
This mission canât come soon enough.
â
btw i know nothing about north island or the navy
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Polaroids (Bob Floyd x Reader)
DESCRIPTION: Bob keeps your relationship private, but he doesn't try to hide the dozens of Polaroids of you all over his locker and truck. He has a daily routine of taping his favorite Polaroid of you to his jet's console, but when it goes missing, things get chaotic. Luckily, you're there to make everything better. WORD COUNT: 2.3k WARNINGS: Bob gets angry in this one, folks. Cussing. Fighting. Hangman's an asshole- sorry. MY MASTERLIST - READ ON AO3
Bob didnât like talking about his relationship. Itâs not that he wasnât proud of her, or that he felt ashamed. But in fact, the opposite. Heâd seen these animals, heâd call co-workers, and how theyâd treat girls. Granted, the squadron he was with now wasnât so bad. Rooster, Hangman, and Fanboy were hard flirts, but they had basic decency. He never felt embarrassed by their behavior when they went out to the bars, and theyâd try and pick up a girl. If they were successful, they celebrated. If they werenât, theyâd walk away and move on.Â
But it was his past experiences with other pilots. Locker room talk always rubbed him the wrong way. He did his best not to judge these guys. He had those thoughts, too, but he had heard too many dehumanizing things said about women he knew and didnât. So he preferred to keep his gorgeous girlfriend, Y/n, under wraps, even if he did trust his current friends.
They preferred to keep their lives separate anyway. With Bob having his work and friend group, and Y/n having hers. It kept their conversations interesting, as they had their own lives to discuss, not just their shared one.Â
The Dagger Squad, of course, would try and pry any information out of him. All they knew was that he had a girlfriend. Half the time, theyâd forget what her name was because they had never met her, and Bob preferred not to talk about her, for fear theyâd ask to see her.Â
He was surprised they didnât notice the Polaroids. Taking pictures of his girl was his favorite thing to do besides flying. He wasnât exactly a photographer. But he made good use out of the instant Polaroid camera she got him for Christmas. It was so much better than taking pictures on his phone because he could hold the memory in his hand. The light and the moment were captured and printed instantly just for him.Â
They were stuck everywhere. Photos over the years were plastered all over the inside of his locker. In his phone case was a picture of her wearing his glasses. And in the fold-out mirror of his truck was a photo of her taken off guard in the kitchen that she hated, but he loved. The one of her kissing his cheek was usually tucked in the front pocket of his flight suit. They all served as reminders of what he had waiting for him once his shift was over. His best friend and the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his whole life.Â
His favorite was the photo he taped to his control panel every day. It was a little beat up, naturally, but he made sure to keep that one in the best condition it could be. It was his good luck charm- the first Polaroid he had ever taken of her. It was Christmas morning, and she sat next to the lit tree, in his old Lemoore High School shirt that she had stolen for herself. She hugged the frankly huge teddy bear that he had gotten her. While the lights on the tree sparkled in the photo and cast a golden glow on her smiling face. For some reason, when he had it, the missions went better. The days went by more easily when he got to see his girlâs face after a stressful hiccup in flight.Â
It had been a long and grueling day flying under the sweltering sun. They had been training for a strike mission, and the dogfighting exercises had left him drenched in sweat, and owing Maverick 200 push-ups. Thanks, Payback, for the BRILLIANT idea. And thanks, Hangman, for doing what he did best- leaving him in the dust and pushing his buttons.Â
After an almost embarrassing amount of time, he walked back to the locker room with biceps so sore they screamed. He unzipped his flight suit and took his glasses off, using the white shirt underneath to clean the fog and sweat off them. He couldnât wait to go home and find his girlfriend in her study, working. And he especially couldnât wait to bug and distract her from all of it.Â
Thatâs when the sense of dread hit him, and he realized. He quickly checked all his pockets. Yes, the one of her kissing his cheek was there. But his lucky charm wasnât in any of the other pockets. He rushed to climb out of his flight suit and scrambled to throw on a random shirt and shorts from his duffel. He couldnât leave it in the jet. Who knew what maintenance would do if they found it? Theyâd probably just throw it away.Â
Throwing on his backpack, he sprinted back down to the hangar. He didnât even notice the whole squadron standing around talking. He didnât care. All he wanted was his favorite picture and for this horrible day to be over with.Â
The sunset shone on his forehead, exacerbating the glistening stress sweat. He quickly climbed the ladder onto the Super Hornet and looked inside the backseat interior. The only place it could be. And when he looked at the spot between the radar and the comms control, he put his face in his hands. It wasnât there. The memory of the Christmas lights and the bear was missing.Â
âFuck.â He said to himself. It was hard to get Bob to curse, but this felt like an appropriate occasion.
Then Hangmanâs voice rang out behind him.Â
âHey Baby on Board! You sure this isnât a picture you found on Google?âÂ
Bobâs head whipped back to find Jake Seresin holding the photo. On one hand, he was just grateful that someone had found it. On the other hand, out of all the pilots, he wished so deeply that it wasnât Hangman.Â
He quickly climbed down the ladder. âGive me it back, please.â He said exasperated, and walked towards him.
Jake held the photo up so that Bob couldnât get it. Neither of them was short, but Hangman was just slightly taller.Â
âIâm not kidding.â He said, trying his best to keep his cool. It took a lot to make Bob angry. He was typically level-headed and able to logically think things through. Thatâs why he was a WSO Top Gun Graduate, and not necessarily a pilot. But right then, his whole day had been building up inside him, and this was the one thing he didnât mess around with.Â
âI just canât believe that a babe like this is with a guy like you. Really, you should let me call her up.â He said teasingly with a smile. After leaving Bob and Phoenix stranded, AND doing this, Bob was at the end of his rope.
âHangman, just give him back the photo,â Phoenix voiced with her arms crossed. She and Rooster watched the whole interaction, which just made him feel worse. This was humiliating. It was like they were boys in a school yard- which Bob would say was an apt description of most of the people he had worked with in the past.
He reached up for the photo and finally got a grip on it, but Hangman didnât let go.Â
âI just think itâs funny! I wanna look at it. I think thereâs more in his locker, too.â
âJust let go, Hangman.â His voice was less whiny and more serious now.Â
âNo!â He grinned.
The two tussled and grabbed at the photo. It felt like a moment that was way too long. Until eventually they each pulled in a different direction, twisting it. It completely bent. Thankfully, it couldnât rip because of the type of film, but the photo itself was fairly distorted. Bobâs heart beat out of his chest, and it was like his stomach twisted the same way the photo did.Â
He suddenly let go of the photo and pushed Hangman so hard he stumbled back, surprised. The photo slapped onto the pavement.Â
âYOU FUCKING ASSHOLE,â Bob said, following after him, ready to beat the shit out of him. Even though at first glance, most people would believe that Hangman would win in a fight between the two. It didnât quite look it at the moment with the anger in Bobâs eyes and his arms pumped from the earlier push-ups.
Rooster quickly ran over and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back. âHEY HEY HEY!âÂ
Phoenix ran over and did the opposite, pushing her hand against Hangmanâs chest, though he didnât try to move forward. He knew he was in the wrong here, and it was clear by his guilty expression.
âBob, man, calm down,â Rooster said. They all looked at him, surprised. Timid, awkward Bob was⌠kinda scary when he was pissed off. His glasses slightly crooked and red in the face. Maybe it was just strange to see him so out of control.
He slowly pushed Rooster off of him and walked over, grabbing the crumpled photo on the ground. After a failed attempt at straightening it out, he put it in his pocket and walked off, steaming.Â
That night, when he got home, he slammed the door. He was never the type to do that, but he felt so defeated. His duffel bag dropped to the floor uncaringly.Â
âBob? Is that you?â Y/n called out from the study.
He sighed, a little relieved. âYeah. Yeah, itâs me.â He said, his voice almost completely flat. That wasnât normal. Heâd usually meet her in the study, but at the sounds of distress, she quickly came out.
She walked out to find him hanging up his sweatshirt with a depressed look on his face. His usual smile was replaced by a small, tense frown, and his shoulders were high and stiff. Something was very wrong.
âOh, baby.â She said, walking over, âWhatâs wrong?â Her voice was so gentle.
He sighed and quickly wrapped his arms around her. âIâm sorry. I need to shower,â He said, not having gotten the chance to on base. But he still squeezed her, needing the support dearly.Â
She shook her head against his chest. âWhat happened?â She knew he was trying to avoid it.Â
He stepped back and pulled the bent photo out of his pocket. âHangman happened.â
She gasped at the sight of it in his hand. âOh no⌠Is this a man or a dog weâre talking about here?â She asked confused, and that made him laugh a little. He was already so grateful to be home.Â
âMan. Though he definitely acts like a dog.â He groaned.
She gently took the photo from his hands. âI can try and fix it. Straighten it out. There might be a crease still in it, though.â She tried her best to flatten it out like he did, but to no avail.
He shook his head. âYou can try, but I doubt itâll be okay.â
That answer was so depressing, she looked up and tilted her head. âHey, weâll get it back to normal. Iâll look it up. How about you go shower and eat? I made pasta cause I was too lazy to be a real chef tonight.â She tried to lighten the air. âThen you can tell me all about your day.âÂ
He sighed in relief. âYouâre too good to me.â He said softly, pulling her in for a much-needed kiss.
And thatâs exactly how they ended up sprawled on the couch, each with bowls of penne and vodka sauce. On the coffee table, the photo lay on a piece of wax paper and was buried under some thick fighter jet manuals Bob had.Â
âIt was just like the whole day had been building up in me. Paybackâs bet. Hangman leaving me and Phoenix dead in the water. The two hundred push-ups. And the photo going missing in the first place drove me crazy. So when he bent it, I just⌠exploded a little.â He admitted, almost ashamed to have lost control.
She sighed. âThatâs okay. It was natural after all of that.â She reassured gently, reaching for his calf and squeezing it. âThis Hangman guy sounds like a real douche.â
âUnderstatement.â He said, but he was feeling better talking through it all with her. âI just hope that the photo is okay. You know itâs my good luck charm, and if itâs not flat, it wonât stick to my console very well.âÂ
A small smile appeared on her face. âItâs under some of the thickest books Iâve ever seen. If itâs not flattened, then thatâs just defying gravity.â She said.Â
He exhaled again, relaxing, and it was like the tension in him completely dissipated. âYouâre right.â He said gently.Â
âHey, maybe after today heâll leave you alone.â She suggested.
He scoffed, âHangman? I give him less than a week before he starts using you against me.âÂ
She chuckled and set her bowl down so she could lie down against him. âHmmmm, gotta get you enrolled in anger management classes then.â She teased.
He kissed the top of her head. âYouâre funny.â He said sarcastically.
The next morning, he woke up at the crack of dawn per usual. He slowly slipped out of his girlfriendâs grasp, and she whined, half asleep. Their typical routine. He gently leaned down, ran his hand over her hair, and kissed her forehead. âGo back to sleep.â He whispered, and she subconsciously did so.
He got ready in his khaki uniform and walked out to the living room. On the table were the stacks of manuals. He very carefully took them off one by one and set them on the couch to soften the noise. Checking on the Polaroid, he sighed in relief as it was flat again. A small crease was across the middle, but at the very least, it was flat. He turned it around and saw something new. On the plain white back of the photo was a lipstick kiss mark over the folded line. In the tiniest pen was âA kiss to make it betterâ.Â
And the biggest smile grew on his face. This was better than he couldâve asked for.Â
Now he didnât just have a good luck charm, but also a kiss to remember her by.Â
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emergency contact ; bradley 'rooster' bradshaw
fandom:Â top gun
pairing:Â bradley x reader
summary:Â rooster exploits having you as his emergency contact to get you away from hangman
notes:Â okay, i am so sorry if this is rushed but i had to get it out before i start my new job (and maybe won't have so much time to write)... i really hope y'all enjoy it!!! please let me know, i really love all kinds of feedback! (p.s. this is also super lame and cheesy but thatâs just my genre now)
warnings:Â swearing, very poor us navy knowledge (i literally just do some very brief googling), very minor and probably inaccurate medical descriptions, text chat screenshots, use of y/n (which is a warning now?), and a kind of rushed ending
word count: 9129
âDamn.â You stop just before stepping into the sun, tipping your head forward so you can see over the frame of your sunglasses. âI should come here more often.â
Fighter jets line the tarmac in two neat rows, and in the middle under the shade of one of the jets are your friends, the dagger squad. Theyâre all on the ground, half of them in a sit up position and the other half doing push ups. All looking absolutely fine.
Maverick is talking to someone a little off to your right, but youâre more than happy to wait for him while you ogle the pilots performing their punishments. Hondo is standing over the seven of them, counting repetitions loudly and correcting their forms.
âHey,â Maverick calls, his voice echoing into the hangar.
You turn to see him tuck his helmet under one arm as he walks quickly toward you. âHey Mav.â
âWhat are you doing here?â
âI had a day off, so I thought Iâd finally get my pre-enrolment sorted out for my DBIDS card.â You hold up the ID badge hanging on a lanyard around your neck. âYouâre my sponsor, by the way.â
He frowns. âArenât I supposed to be escorting you, then?â
You hike your thumb over your shoulder toward where youâd entered the hangar. âWarlock vouched for me and said heâd get you to take me back to the VCC and sign everything then.â
Maverick glances passed you, giving a short wave to the rear admiral who had stopped to talk to a couple of other officers. âWell then, I better wrap this lot up,â he says. âAre you alright to wait a bit?â
You nod, letting your lips curl into a smirk as your eyes slide back over to the squad. âI am more than happy to wait.â
His gaze follows yours and he chuckles. âTheyâll start showing off if they know youâre here. Why donât you come over and say hello?â
You push the bridge of your sunglasses further up your nose. âI would love to.â
Mav leads the way to the squad, into the sun and across the hot tarmac. Itâs unusually warm today, and you can feel your skin start to perspire after only a few steps out from under the hangarâs shade. Or maybe youâre just starting to sweat because of the scene youâre approaching.
Youâve never seen the squad in their flight suits before. Youâve seen pictures and videos, but youâve never seen them in person. On a hot day. Half unzipped and tied around their waists. As they drip with sweat.
Your eyes find Bradleyâs head of tousled golden-brown locks immediately, and your heartrate ratchets up a few notches, your breath catching in your throat. Heâs doing push ups, his dog tags touching the concrete on every dip and his back muscles rippling under the black material of his shirt clinging to his sweat-soaked skin.
Your knees almost wobble when you stop beside Maverick, and Jake is the first to notice you as he comes up for his next sit up. âHey gorgeous,â he calls out, that signature smirk plastered across his flushed face.
âHey.â You let your eyes wander over the rest of the group before settling back on Bradley. Your sunglasses slide a little further down your nose and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down hard to try and distract yourself from the way Bradleyâs biceps are bulging and straining.
When he glances up at you, your head spins. His face is flushed and his brows furrowed, but thereâs still a small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. âHey sweetheart.â
âEyes down, Rooster,â Hondo barks.
Bradleyâs head snaps back down, but the next push up he does seems a little firmer and a little lower. Your mouth waters as you trace the outline of his broad shoulders, letting your gaze slide down his back to his butt, lingering there as his muscular body moves up and down.
âPhoenix, youâre done,â Hondo announces, startling you out of your trance.
Natasha lets out a whoosh of air as she finishes her sit ups and falls back against the concrete. She shields her eyes with one hand, squinting toward you and waving her other hand in the air.
You wave back just as Hondo announces, âHangman, Coyote, youâre done.â
Javy falls back the same way Natasha had, his hands holding his abdomen as he works on catching his breath, but Jake doesnât stop. He maintains perfect form as he sinks back and sits up, winking at you before lowering himself back again.
Natasha scoffs. âShow off.â
Maverick catches your eye and smirks before taking half a step forward. âWhatâs your goal here, Hangman? Are you trying to hurt yourself?â
âNo sir,â Jake replies, his expression full of steely focus. âJust trying to impress the lady and outlast these chumps.â
Mickey chuckles as he lowers himself into another push up. âSince when is Y/N a lady?â
âHey!â you exclaim.
Laughter rolls through the squad, and even Hondo cracks a smile as he says, âBob, youâre done.â
Bob finishes his sit ups with a sigh and wraps his arms around his knees, chuckling softly through his ragged breaths.
You look at Maverick, tipping your chin in Mickeyâs direction. âCan I sit on him?â
Mav chuckles. âAs much as I'd love to see that, not with Warlock standing twenty feet away.â
You roll your eyes and sigh, turning back to face the group.
âYou can sit on me,â Jake says as he rises into another sit up. He lowers himself back with a shit-eating grin before sitting up again. âLater tonight.â
Javy, Mickey, and Reuben snicker as Natasha rolls her eyes, but Bradley stays silent. You can see little droplets of sweat soaking into the concrete below him, and your first thought is âwhat a wasteâ. Great, youâre officially creepy enough to want to drink his sweat.
âAlright,â Hondo says. âThatâs enough, the lot of you.â
Mickey and Reuben groan as they sit back on their haunches and turn their heads up to the sky, breathing in the warm afternoon air, but Bradley keeps going.
âRooster, Hangman, thatâs enough,â Mav says, his voice stern despite the smirk on his lips.
âI can last as long as you can, Bradshaw,â Jake taunts.
Bradley lets out a harsh breath as he pushes himself up again. âThatâs not what Iâve heard, Seresin.â
A chorus of oohâs fills the air as the rest of the squad watch the two stubborn boys, eyes bouncing between them. You have to keep reminding yourself to look over at Jake, to not make it so obvious that half the reason youâre here is to drool over Bradley.
âCome on, boys,â Maverick sighs. âThatâs enough.â
Neither of them let up, and Hondo chuckles to himself as he strolls into the hangar.
Maverick clears his throat. âLieutenant Bradshaw, Lieutenant Seresin, that is enough.â
They both stop and quickly get to their feet, their faces red and glistening with sweat. You canât help but wonder if thatâs what Bradley would look like after a good few hours of sex. You definitely plan on finding out one day, if you can ever find the courage to make a move.
âNo debrief this afternoon,â Maverick announces. âSo, unless anyone has anyone questions, youâre all dismissed.â
Bob quickly pipes up with a question about one of the exercises they performed earlier in the day, but you can barely hear the discussion between him and Maverick. Your eyes are all over Bradley, because seeing him in his flight suit is doing something to you, something more than usual. Heâs standing wide, those big black boots planted further than shoulder-width apart, making his legs look even longer and more powerful than usual. His arms are crossed, his biceps straining against the black fabric of his sweat-soaked shirt. Itâs clinging to every inch of his muscled torso, tucked into the flight suit that is tied around his waist. The gold in his hair is shining beneath the hot sun, his tan skin is glowing with sweat, and his slutty sunglasses are perched a little too low on his nose. This man is walking sex, and itâs becoming a health hazard because youâre pretty sure youâve forgotten how to breathe.
A voice suddenly breaks through your Bradley-induced trance. âIs that okay?â
You blink a couple of times, refocusing on Maverick who is now standing between you and the squad with his eyebrows raised in question. âIs what okay?â
He rolls his eyes, lips quirked into a small but knowing smirk. âIâm just going to have a quick shower before taking you back to the VCC. Is that okay?â
You nod. âYeah, of course.â
âGood.â He claps a hand on your shoulder. âYou go ahead and get back to that daydream. By the look on your face, it was getting good.â
You scowl at him as he chuckles and walks away, heading in the same direction that Reuben and Mickey are walking. The rest of the squad are still standing in front of you, chatting about something that you assume came up from Bobâs earlier query.
Jake breaks away from the group, stepping toward you with a wide grin. âWhat brings you out here, gorgeous?â
âGetting my pre-enrolment sorted out,â you reply.
âFor a DBIDS card?â
You nod.
âWhy do you need to be able to visit unchaperoned?â he asks, that usual cocky glint making his green eyes sparkle. âIâll gladly be your chaperone whenever you want to visit.â
You roll your eyes playfully. âAs much as I would love to be personally escorted by you, Hangman, I thought it would be smart in case I ever need to enact my emergency contact duties.â
He frowns. âWhoâs emergency contact are you?â
âThat would be me,â Bradley says, slinging an arm around your shoulders.
You bite your bottom lip to keep from smiling so wide as you look up at him, but you know your bright red cheeks are already giving you away.
âI thought your emergency contact was Mav?â Jake asks.
âHe was,â Bradley replies. âBut then I thought that if Iâm ever in an emergency situation, thereâs probably a good chance that Mav is in that situation with me.â
Jake nods. âYeah, that sounds about right.â A beat of silence passes before he turns his attention back to you, that flirty smirk reappearing as he claps his hands together. âAnyway, are we all set for tomorrow?â
âYep,â you respond. âAre you still sure you want to spend your day off helping me?â
âOf course. Any day with you is a day well spent, whether it involves manual labour or not.â
You asked Jake a few weeks ago to help with the delivery and assembly of your new bedframe and mattress and getting rid of your old stuff, since the last time you did it on your own you nearly ended up in the hospital with a slipped disc. Normally, you would ask Bradley for help with this kind of thing, but your crush has been so stifling the last couple of months that you know it would be counterproductive to have Bradley sweating and moving heavy things in your bedroom. Besides, Jake happens to have the day off because heâs owed an RDO, and he insists that he doesnât mind helping you out. Itâs a win-win situation; you get a new bed, and no one ends up in the hospital with a broken back. Not that you would mind if Bradley broke your back.
âWhatâs tomorrow?â Bradley asks, his brows pinched into a frown.
âIâm helping her in bed,â Jake replies quickly, his grin downright evil. âI mean, with her bed.â
You roll your eyes at Jake again, before looking up at Bradley. âIâm getting a new bedframe and mattress, remember?â
âRight,â he says, brows still furrowed. âI thought I told you Iâd help you with that?â
The way heâs looking down at you is making the butterflies in your stomach riot. He looks like a scolded puppy, wondering what he did wrong to deserve this punishment.
âYou did, but Jake has the day off and youâve already done enough slave labour for me.â
âBut I like being your slave,â he says, the corner of his lips tipping up slightly.
It takes all your strength not to groan out loud. He is not making this easy.
âAnd you will always be my favourite slave, Bradley.â You pat a hand on his chest. âWhich is why I need to give you a break every now and then.â
You pull your hand away quickly, immediately regretting the fact that you just felt up his firm chest and damp shirt, because now youâre getting that familiar ache behind your hipbones. The ache that only your vibrator and fantasies of Bradley can satiate, but even that hasnât been enough lately. You need the real thing.
The sound of your name echoing through the hangar draws your attention, and you look over your shoulder to see Maverick with spikey, wet hair waving you toward him.
âThatâs my cue.â You turn back to Jake. âIâll see you tomorrow, and youâ- you look up at Bradley -âon the weekend.â
When you slide out from under Bradleyâs arm, it suddenly feels like this very hot day has turned cold. It takes all your strength to keep your feet moving one after the other away from him. Youâve had a crush on Bradley Bradshaw from the moment you first met him, but itâs called a âcrushâ for a reason, because now it is crushing you. Heâs the first thing on your mind when you wake up, and the last name on your lips before you fall asleep.
âAre you alright?â Maverick asks once you reach him, and you know itâs because your cheeks are bright red.
âYeah, just a bit hot out here.â
He nods as you both start walking toward the door. âItâs supposed to be even hotter tomorrow.â
Back at the Visitor Control Centre, Maverick signs everything he needs to in order to grant you unchaperoned access to the base. After that, he walks you to your car and bids you farewell. Youâre more than grateful for your carâs aircon as you take a moment to collect your thoughts, the ones that are running wild with fantasies about Bradley in that damn flight suit.
Eventually, you make your way home and immediately hole yourself up in your room. You spend over an hour in there to trying to satisfy that ache below your belly, but the incessant messages from the group chat popping up on your phone screen make it difficult. Only when your stomach starts to grumble do you give up and head into the kitchen, reading through the messages youâd been trying to ignore.
You hit send on your last message and smack your phone face down on the kitchen counter. Your cheeks are red and your heart is racing, and youâre not hungry anymore because your stomach has twisted itself into one big nervous knot.
You know that whatever it is between you and Bradley is no secret. You assume itâs because you drunkenly confessed to Bob, Mickey, and Natasha one night that you had a huge crush on him, and since then the rest have seemingly caught on. You donât mind the teasing â at least, you didnât at first, but itâs becoming more frequent and making you more nervous. Bradley rarely interacts with it, and all you do is tell them to shut up or butt out. You canât figure out if theyâre simply teasing because they can, or if they actually see something between the two of you that is real.
There have been a couple of times when youâve wondered if Bradley might feel the same way. You even almost made a move once, before chickening out and refusing to look him in the eye for two weeks straight. You know youâre being a little bitch about it, and you hate yourself every day for being like one of those characters in your romance books that pines and pines, despite their broody love interest being obviously smitten. But you still canât stop yourself from being a chicken. You justify it by telling yourself that it's to protect your friendship and the groupâs comfortable dynamic, but you know that deep down, youâre scared. Youâre scared that Bradley only wants that one thing, while youâre nothing short of hopelessly in love with the man.
-
You wake up to the sound of your phone vibrating on your bedside table. You know itâs too early for your alarm and way too early for the delivery driver to be calling you, so youâre not surprised when you see Jakeâs goofy contact photo lighting up your phone screen.
âGood morning, Hangman,â you say groggily.
âGood morning, gorgeous,â he replies cheerfully. âDid I wake you up?â
You sigh and roll onto your back. âYes.â
He chuckles. âOops. Howâs about I make it up to you with breakfast?â
You sit up quickly. âYouâre already on your way here?â
âOf course.â
âOh, for fuckâs sake,â you mutter, throwing your bed covers back.
âJust the usual?â he asks.
âMake it a double shot.â
You toss your phone onto your bed before hurrying into your ensuite, quickly stripping down as the shower heats up. You brush your teeth in the shower and scrub everything as quickly as you can before wrapping yourself in a towel and starting to pull all the bedding off your mattress. Just as youâve finished shoving it all into your already overflowing hamper, your apartment intercom buzzes.
You hitch your towel higher as you step out of your room and press the button on the intercom to unlock the lobby door. Thereâs an affirmative beep and a click, and then you walk toward the front door and double check that your towel is covering you.
As soon as you hear footsteps, you pull the door open with a scowl. âSince when did I tell you to get here at the ass crack of dawn?â
His green eyes widen as he takes you in, that signature smirk painting his features. âI thought it would be good to get an early start, but thisâ- he nods at you -âis an unexpected bonus.â
You roll your eyes and step aside, allowing him in. He stops at your kitchen bench and places the cup tray of two coffees down alongside a paper bag filled with deliciously greasy smelling breakfast.
âGive me five minutes,â you say, before walking back into your bedroom.
You quickly change into a pair of exercise tights and an oversized shirt â one that youâre not sure even belongs to you â before fixing your hair and doing a very quick version of your morning skincare routine. When you reemerge into the main area of your open-plan apartment, Jake is seated on the lounge with your breakfast laid out across the coffee table.
You flop beside him and take a hashbrown. âSo, whatâs the plan?â
He turns to you with a frown. âWhy do I have to come up with a plan?â
âI wouldnât need your help if I had a plan, would I?â
He chuckles softly. âI guess not.â
You spend the next five minutes inhaling your breakfast while Jake asks a few logistical questions. Once you're both finished eating and quietly sipping on your coffees, he pushes himself off the lounge and walks toward your bedroom.
He pauses at the door. âCan I go in?â
You nod, and the door squeaks as he nudges it open. He takes one step in and stops, cocking his head thoughtfully before continuing in. He assesses the area and walks further in, at which point you decide to join him. Heâs standing on the opposite side of your bed when you get there, and heâs wearing the type of shit-eating grin that you know comes with some sort of teasing or offensive remark.
âSo,â he says, âthis is where you touch yourself and fantasise about Rooster every night.â
Your stomach drops and you splutter against the lid of your coffee cup, spraying half a mouthful of it across the room. You can feel your face turning red as you cough, but you know it isnât just the lack of oxygen to blame.
Jake gasps, laughter bubbling from his lips as he rushes around the bed to you. âIâm so sorry,â he says between giggles. âAre you okay?â
You continue to cough, holding a hand against your chest as you try to blink back the tears in your eyes. It takes almost a minute for you to compose yourself, but Jake takes even longer to quell his laughter.
He sighs loudly and wipes the corner of his eye while you turn to him with a scowl. âWho told you?â
He bats his eyes innocently. âTold me what?â
You hesitate, your eyes narrowed as your mind races to send the right words to your lips. âThat I might have a small crush on Rooster.â
He snorts a laugh. âNo one had to tell me anything. Any idiot who spends enough time with the two of you can clearly see that youâre obsessed with each other.â
âWhat? No.â Your frown indignantly. âThatâs ridiculous.â
âPlease.â He rolls his eyes, still chuckling. âI can practically see you cataloguing your spank bank every time you stare at him.â
Your eyes grow wide and your skin burns. You have to look away from him to stop yourself from smacking that smug smile right off his face.
âYou know what,â you say, sparing him only a glance. âI donât think I want to have this conversation with you, so can we please get back to the bed.â
He sighs wistfully. âIf only Rooster heard you say that to me. Heâd be ropable.â
You roll your eyes and take another sip from your coffee, ready to turn away from him when realisation hits you. âWait. Is that why youâre always flirting with me, just to piss off Bradley?â
He shrugs, but his smile is sheepish. âI flirt with you because youâre gorgeous, but annoying Rooster is a small plus.â
âYou are unbelievable.â You turn on your heel and walk back out of your room, finding your phone on the couch to check if there are any updates on the delivery of your new furniture.
âHang on a minute.â He follows you into the living space. âI could help you, you know?â
You scoff. âWith what? Moving my new bed in? Because that is why youâre here. Not to make me feel shitty about some stupid, unrequited crush that is apparently pretty fucking obvious.â
He rolls his lips to hold back another laugh. âI could help you make a move,â he clarifies. âBecause Iâll tell you this, it is not unrequited. Rooster is as crazy about you, as you are him.â
Your heart stutters, but your walls stay up. âHow do you know?â
âJust believe me,â he says. âThat manâs right forearm is thicker than his left because of you.â
You frown and cock your head, processing his words until the meaning hits you and your mouth pops open.
âAnyway.â He claps his hands and rubs his palms together. âLetâs get this old mattress out of here and start pulling apart the bedframe. Iâll give you some advice while we work.â
For the next few hours, you let Jake tell you what to do. You hold things, you move furniture, you unscrew things, and you listen to his surprisingly sound advice on what to do about Bradley. The more he speaks, the more confident you feel, because something about Jakeâs charisma is infectious. You know you might not feel the same when face to face with Bradleyâs big brown eyes and pretty smile, but it at least feels good to talk to someone about it. Even if that someone gags every time you start swooning.
- Bradley -
Today is hot, almost too hot. Bradley has pushed his body to the limit before, itâs basically in his job description, but today feels different. He feels sick. His flight suit is too heavy and his muscles are shaking. His stomach is twisting and gurgling with every sharp move, and his head is spinning.
Bradley is only in the sky â flying like a rookie â for an hour before Maverick grounds him, giving him a brutal workout to do while the rest of the squad finish their drills. Even Hondo has taken shelter in the hangar, watching Bradley complete his exercises from afar with a damp towel wrapped around the back of his neck.
The concrete is hot, and Bradley is pretty sure heâs getting second-degree burns on his palms as he pushes himself up into his twenty-fourth burpee. His flight suit is tied around his waist, and he can feel an excess of sweat gathering in the bunched-up material there. His dog tags are jingling as he jumps up and down, occasionally smacking him in the face when his moves are too jerky.
âThatâs enough,â Hondo calls out. âHave a break. Drink some water.â
Bradley stops and swipes the back of his hand across his forehead. He can see the squad getting ready to land now, so it must be time for lunch. He waits for them inside the hangar, his heart beating loudly in his chest even after twenty minutes of standing still. Eventually, the group stroll in and head toward the lockers, grabbing their personal items before going to the mess hall.
Bradley finds a seat while everyone else continues to get food. Heâs not sure his stomach can handle anything right now, even his water bottle remains untouched. He pulls his phone out and brings up the group chat that has five new messages.

His insides twist at the sight of Jake in your apartment. Itâs not like he hasnât been there before, but heâs never been there alone with you. Bradley clamps his teeth together and wills that sick feeling in his gut to fuck off. This isnât the time nor the place to vomit about the fact that the girl he likes is spending the day with one of the most charming men he knows.
âYou look pale,â Bob says as he puts his tray down on the table.
âBut also kind of red,â Natasha adds, a frown pinching her brows. âYou look like youâre trying not to hurl.â
Bradley swallows hard and sits up straighter. âIâm fine, just a little wrung out from the heat.â
The rest of the squad join the table and conversation flows easily. A couple of them reply to you in the group chat, but Bradley doesnât want to know anything else about whatâs going on, so he lets his phone buzz face down on the table. He stares straight ahead at the space between Bob and Natashaâs heads, zoning out and imagining a much worse scenario than what is actually happening at your apartment.
He pictures you both sweating and giggling together, bumping into each other as you move and assemble furniture. Then he sees you both on the new mattress, flopping down exhaustedly after finally sliding it onto the new bedframe. Youâd stop giggling with a sigh before turning to face one another, locking eyes, expressions turning serious as Jakeâs hand comes up to caress your cheek. You would roll onto your side to get closer to him, and heâd only have to move an inch toward you to press his lips against yours. That kiss would unlock something in you, igniting your attraction to this man and making you climb on top of him. Clothes would be torn off, teeth and tongues clashing, and the bed would quickly be broken in.
âRooster.â Natasha snaps her fingers in front of Bradleyâs face.
He blinks a couple of times before refocusing on the woman in front of him. âHuh?â
âJesus Christ, dude,â she says. âWhat is wrong with you today?â
Bradley looks to his left and right before spotting the rest of the squad making their way out of the mess hall. He jumps up from his chair. âShit, that went quick.â
âWell, you were off with the fairies the whole time.â
He tries not to look her in the eye despite her intense stare. The journey back to the hangar is silent, but he can tell Natasha is studying him, scrutinising his expression until they both approach the rest of the group waiting with Maverick.
Mav takes the floor and announces that today is the perfect day to test limits. He starts explaining the workout that he has planned for the squad, because they may have to face extreme heat on their next assignment, and itâs important to be prepared. Everyone groans in protest, even Hondo, but Mav ignores it. Heâs almost excited to torture his lieutenants.
An hour later, everyone is absolutely dripping with sweat. All flight suits are at least half off, some discarded entirely as the squad run, jump, and swerve through the makeshift fitness course Mav set up. It feels more like torture than conditioning, but no one has the energy to even speak up.
âAlright,â Mav calls out. âThatâs enough. Take a break, have some water, then come inside and take a seat.â
They all slowly drag themselves toward Hondo, who is handing out towels and cold bottles of water. None of them can muster a single word, they all just huff and puff and groan when they wipe their skin with the wet towels. Bradley is the last to approach Hondo, his gaze fixed on the outstretched water bottle as he wonders when the last time it was that he had a drink.
âRooster.â Hondo takes a step toward the lieutenant. âAre you alright?â
Bradley blinks slowly, looking up as one Hondo turns into two. His surroundings blur and his limbs start to tingle. His head feels heavy and his stomach sinks, his eyes fluttering shut as his body goes limp.
- You -
âHarder,â Jake grunts. âPush harder.â
You let out a puff of air before tensing your muscles and shoving as hard as you can. The mattress slides along the carpet slowly, making your blood boil with frustration. âWhy is this thing so fucking heavy?â
Jake chuckles. âI just assumed you bought an extra sturdy one so you and Rooster can fuck as hard as- woah!â
You push with all your strength, sliding the mattress into an unsuspecting Jake. He laughs as he rights himself and guides the mattress further into your room.
âIf I knew that annoying you would give you super strength, I would have started earlier,â he says, leaning around the mattress to show you his cheeky grin.
You roll your eyes. âYouâve been annoying me all day.â
âItâs called bonding.â
âWhatever, just get this thing on the frame.â
After a short argument on how you should manoeuvre the mattress, and a string of cuss words as you heave the thing into place, you finally manage to get the mattress sitting snuggly on the new bedframe. You both fall onto it immediately, facing the ceiling as you work to catch your breath.
âFuck me,â you sigh.
Jake snorts. âI would, but I think Rooster might flay me alive.â
You roll your eyes for the umpteenth time today. âI wasnât offering, and Iâm still on the fence about believing you, so stop it with the constant remarks.â
He rolls onto his stomach, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. âThen letâs have sex and see what happens?â
You huff out a half-assed laugh as you sit up. âLike I said, Hangman; I wasnât offering.â
âYeah, youâre probably right. We shouldnât play with Roosterâs feelings like that.â He rolls onto his back again and blinks slowly at the ceiling.
It makes you feel better to see a small sign of exhaustion from him, because for most of the day, youâve been wrecked while Jake has been running off some sort of endless energy reserve. Heâs like the human personification of a border collie, a little too keen and full of bounce, and you can definitely see him tearing the lounge apart if heâs bored and locked inside.
You open your mouth to tell him how he reminds you of a herding dog when the sound of your phoneâs ringtone cuts you off. You frown, wondering who it could be as you rush out of your room to get it off the kitchen bench.
âHello?â
âHi, is this Y/N?â
âYes.â
âMy name is Mariam. Iâm calling from the Primary Health Clinic on North Island Naval Air Station. I need to speak with about Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw.â
Your stomach sinks so fast and so hard, you feel like it might have fallen right out of your arse. âIs he okay?â
âHeâs in our care this afternoon due to a minor incident, and while heâs doing just fine, we cannot permit him to drive himself home. Would you be able to come pick him up?â
You rush over to the coffee table and pick up your car keys. âOf course.â
âThatâs great,â the woman replies, her tone calm and even. âIâll text our address to this number. Do you require any further assistance locating the clinic?â
âNo, that should be fine.â You prop your sunglasses on top of your head. âThank you.â
âNot a problem. Weâll see you soon.â
You pull the phone away from your ear as you hurry back into your room. Jake is sitting up now, his brows furrowed and eyes wide with curiosity. âWhat happened?â
âI donât know. Something happened to Bradley and now heâs at some health clinic or something.â Youâre not surprised by the panic in your voice, if only a little embarrassed. The woman said heâs fine. The last thing you need to do right now is panic.
Jake stands up and rounds the bed quickly, putting a hand on each of your shoulders. âDonât freak out, Iâm sure heâs okay. Heâs at the clinic, not the hospital, so heâs probably just tripped on his own shoelaces or something.â
You let out a breathy laugh as you search Jakeâs face for any hint of worry. He doesnât seem concerned, so you let yourself relax and picture Bradley sitting sheepishly in a hospital bed with nothing more than a papercut.
âThey said he canât drive, so I have to go pick him up.â
Jake nods. âYou go. Iâll stay here and clean up.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes. Go get your damsel in distress.â
You hesitate for a second before throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him. âThank you.â
He hugs you back with a chuckle before you pull away and practically run out of your apartment. You donât slow down for anything; you even take the stairs instead of the elevator because you canât stand still for even a second. You try not to drive like a maniac, but itâs hard not to as your mind swirls with the possibilities of Bradleyâs accident.
In less than fifteen minutes, youâre flashing your identification at the front gate and waiting impatiently for them to raise the boom gate. You swerve into the visitorâs parking lot and jump out of your car, legging it toward the health clinic where your phoneâs map tells you to go. It only takes a few minutes for you to get there, and you stop a few feet from the door, taking a moment to control your breathing.
The air is thick and the sun blistering. Youâre sweating more than you have all day, since you've spent most of the day inside your airconditioned apartment. If Bradley isnât really hurt, youâre going to actually hurt him for making you worry this much and run in this heat.
Once your breathing feels more regular, you grab the stainless-steel handle and push the door open. The small reception space is painted blue and white, with a couple of plastic chairs on one side and a magazine rack beside a water bubbler on the other. The blonde woman behind the desk peeks up at you through the Perspex shield surrounding her space.
âGood afternoon.â
âHi.â You step forward. âI got a call about Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw.â
To the right of her desk is a hallway leading further into the building. Voices and footsteps echo off the blue walls, and despite the desolate reception area, it seems like the rest of the clinic is rather busy.
âYes, that was me.â She smiles. âIâll just get you to fill this out so we can start his discharge, then Iâll take you through.â
You take the clipboard from her and sit in one of the plastic chairs. You barely read the form, skimming quickly over it before answering the few questions and signing your name at the bottom. After you hand it back it to her, you walk over to the water bubbler and fill up a small plastic cup. You drain it three times before she waves you over and starts walking down the hall.
The noises get louder the further you delve into the building, and you quickly realise that this place is something of a mini hospital for minor emergencies to help keep the actual ER from being overrun. The hallway eventually opens up into a larger waiting area with lemon-coloured walls and bigger chairs occupied by sickly officers. One of them is holding a bloody gauze pressed to the palm of his hand, and two others are paper white and dripping with sweat.
âHeatstroke,â the blonde woman says over her shoulder. âWeâve had so many of them today, but your husband was by far the worst.â
You choke on your breath and trip on nothing as you follow her. âM-My what?â
âOh, sorry.â She turns to her left at the end of the hall. âI just saw you were listed as Lieutenant Bradshawâs âpartnerâ and assumed. Itâs force of habit. I forget that a lot of couples donât bother with marriage these days.â
Your mind struggles to catch up, half of it rejoicing about the fact that someone thinks Bradley is your husband, and the other half wondering why the fuck he would list you as his partner. Before you can come up with the words to correct the woman, she stops.
âJust in here.â She pushes the door open a small way. âIâll get his papers sorted and let you know as soon as he can leave.â
You nod, still speechless, and she walks away. You stand still for a moment, your hand on the door and heart racing as you take one deep breath and push.
The room is small, with powder blue walls and the same white linoleum as the rest of the clinic. Thereâs a stool and tall portable desk in one corner, and one of those plastic waiting room chairs in the other. In the middle of the room is a hospital bed, but thereâs no guard rails or bedding, and it's folded up so the sheepish lieutenant occupying it is sitting up straight.
âHey,â you say, your lips twitching as you hold back a smirk.
Heâs hooked up to an intravenous device that has a long tube connected to a bag of clear liquid. His face is flushed and the hair at his neck damp, but otherwise, he looks just as delicious as usual.
âHi,â he murmurs.
You close the door behind you before approaching the bed. âHow are you?â
He shuffles on the crinkly mattress, making room for you to sit. âNever been better.â
"Want to tell me what happened?â you ask as you sit at the foot of the bed.
He rubs the back of his neck, the pink in his cheeks deepening. âWell, itâs hot day, and I forgot to drink water, so I passed out.â
You lose the battle with your maturity and let out a soft laugh. Something about Bradley looking so defeated in a hospital bed amuses you more than it should. That combined with the relief that he isnât seriously hurt means that you canât control the elated laughter forcing its way through your lips.
You cover your mouth to try and stop the noise. âIâm sorry,â you murmur. âI was just really worried and now Iâm really relieved.â
He rolls his eyes despite the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. âIâm glad my stupidity amuses you.â
âDo the others have a video of you fainting?â
He nudges your thigh with his socked foot. âEven if they do, youâre not seeing it.â
You laugh quietly for another minute, letting your eyes roam is perfectly healthy and incredibly firm body until it sinks in that he is okay. âIâm glad youâre not seriously hurt.â
âMe too. That would have been embarrassing.â
Your mouth pops open to ask him another question, but the thought is quickly usurped by another. The front reception area had been completely empty despite the fact that there are other patients here. Youâre the only civilian here, the only emergency contact for an injured officer, and the injured officer in front of you is looking a hell of a lot better than some of the others youâd walked past.
Your brows furrow in confusion. âDid you ask them to call your emergency contact?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, where are the others?â you ask. âWhy donât the guys out there have their parents or partners here to pick them up?â
He shrugs. âTheyâre probably going to get patched up and sent back to their squads.â
âExactly.â You narrow your eyes at him. âSo, why am I here?â
He shifts nervously, the mattress crinkling beneath his weight. âThey said I canât drive myself home.â
âAnd you didnât think to ask one of the other six friends you have that are already on base to drive you home?â
His lips part but no words come out. You can see him struggling, wracking his brain for any sort of excuse, but the longer it takes, the surer you are of the answer to your next question.
âBradley.â
He looks at you and rolls his lips, his skin turning pink from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears.
âDid you tell them to call me so I wouldnât be alone with Hangman anymore?â
His eyes widen and his mouth pops open, but so does the door to the room. The same blonde woman as before walks in with a nurse close behind.
âAlright, Lieutenant Bradshaw,â she says, clipboard in hand. âYouâre just about free to go.â
You quickly hop off the bed as the nurse approaches, pressing yourself against the wall while she removes Bradleyâs IV and check his temperature one last time. She gives him what you assume is not the first lecture about staying safe in the heat before declaring him well enough for discharge. The blonde woman then steps forward and asks him to sign a few forms on her clipboard.
âIs that everything?â he asks.
âAlmost.â She takes the clipboard from him and flips to the last form before turning to you. âI just need one more signature from you.â
You nod and take the outstretched pen. âJust here?â
âYep. Just under your name,â she says, before giggling.
You pause mid-signature, turning to her curiously. Her smile vanishes instantly, and she takes half a step back, holding a hand over her mouth, looking thoroughly embarrassed.
âOh, Iâm so sorry. That was so unprofessional,â she says. âItâs been a long day, and I just remembered that when he was brought in, he kept mumbling your name. I wasnât laughing at you, I promise. I honestly thought it was really sweet.â
Bradley â who is now sitting on the edge of the bed â groans and drops his head into his hands. You have to press your lips together to suppress your laughter, but you can already feel it rattling in your chest. You sign your name quickly and hand the forms back to the woman, who apologises again before exiting the room.
Silence hangs thick and heavy between the two of you as Bradley laces his boots. You donât speak, youâre not sure you can, so you simply watch him gather his things from across the room. When heâs finished, he finally looks at you with raised brows and flushed cheeks.
âReady?â
You nod once, pressing your lips together to keep the giggles at bay. He turns toward the door, and you can swear you see his lips tip up into a smirk, but he walks too quickly into the corridor for you to be sure.
You follow him through the building, not the same way you had come in, but out through a different entrance that you assume is for bringing in the injured officers. The heat hits you the second you step out of the building, and you almost choke on the hot air, but you donât have time to hesitate because Bradley is already forging across the small parking lot.
He glances over his shoulder, but his eyes donât quite meet yours. âWhere did you park?â
âThe visitorâs parking near the front gate,â you reply.
He slows his steps and falls into pace beside you. His mouth pops open as a thought flashes across his face, but he closes it just as quickly, rolling his lips and getting lost in his thoughts again.
You decide to help him out. âDo you want to talk about it?â
He clears his throat, keeping his gaze fixed ahead. âTalk about what?â
âOh, Bradley,â you sigh, a smirk on your lips. âThere are so many things to talk about, but I thought Iâd be polite and let you choose.â
His resolve cracks and a smile splits across his face. His cheeks are still bright red, and thanks to the blistering sun, every inch of his exposed skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You canât help but watch the column of his throat as he chuckles, his Adamâs apple moving in the most delicious way. Itâs probably not healthy how attracted you are to this man.
âIâd barely been awake for five minutes when they asked me who they should call,â he says. âI was still a little out of it.â
âRight.â You nod slowly. âAnd because youâd just been dreaming about me, I was the first thing that popped into your head.â
He sighs and tips his head back, squinting up at the clear blue sky. âThis has to be the most embarrassing day of my life.â
You bite your lip to hold back more laughter, almost stumbling as you come to a halt at the curb. Instinctively, Bradley grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours, keeping you steady as he checks the street each way for traffic. Little sparks of lightning rocket up your forearm and across your chest, zapping your heart and kicking it into overdrive.
You let him guide you across the street, expecting him to let go once youâre safely on the other side, but he doesnât. The butterflies in your stomach flap to life, but you refuse to let your nerves get the better of you. You have too many questions you need answered right now.
You clear your throat, peaking up at him from the corner of your eye. âSo, just so weâre clear, calling me had nothing to do with getting me away from Hangman?â
He keeps his gaze fixed ahead. âOf course not.â
âOkay, thatâs good.â
You resist the urge to smile as you wait for him to take the bait. It takes a few minutes, and youâve reached your car by the time you notice his brows scrunch into a frown.
âWait, what do you mean thatâs good?â
You walk around the front of the car toward the driverâs side. âI donât know, I just felt different today. You know? Like, being alone with Jake was nice.â
His frown turns into a scowl. âItâs Jake now?â
You roll your eyes, being careful not to appear too amused as you play with fire. âYes, and Jake is really sweet. Heâs funny too, and really smart and⌠well, heâs hot.â
Bradley takes half a step back from the passenger door. âSo, you like Hangman now?â
You shrug. âI guess.â
His eyes flick down to his boots, his mouth popping open as if heâs going to argue, but no words come out. His lips clamp shut and the muscles in his jaw jump as he clenches his teeth.
âDo you have a problem with that?â you ask, batting your eyelashes innocently.
When he looks back up, his glare is lethal. The warm honey-brown eyes you often love to stare into are almost completely black beneath his furrowed brows. âDo I have a problem with that?â
You roll your lips and nod, keeping your eyes as wide and innocent as you can while watching him take long strides around the front of the car. Your heart thunders in your chest, making your pulse thump loudly in your ears as he walks right up to you.
He towers over you, his body barely inches from yours. âYou know damn well I have a problem with that.â
You look up at him through your lashes, finally letting your lips curl up into a smirk. âWhy?â
His hands grab your hips and turn your body so your backside is pressed against the driverâs side door. âYou know damn well why.â He presses his body against yours and moves his hands to lean on the car either side of your shoulders, trapping you.
Your head spins and you struggle to breath, overwhelmed by every inch of him that is pressed against you. âWhy?â you ask again, your voice barely above a whisper.
He groans and pushes his hips harder into yours before leaning down and catching your lips with his. Your hands grip the sides of his shirt and pull, as if he isnât already crushing himself against you. When you feel him slide a leg between yours, you gasp, and he takes the chance to push his tongue past your parted lips. You grind down on his thigh and a let out a soft whimper. You can feel him grin against your mouth before lifting his knee a little higher between your legs.
The rest of the world melts away as you grind and moan against each other, completely lost in the feelings youâve stamped down for so long. Only when you feel your car door begin to bend behind you do you reluctantly put a hand on his chest and push him back.
He frowns as he steps back, looking adorable with lust-blown eyes and puffy red lips. âWhatâs wrong?â
âWeâre about to put a me-sized dent in my car door,â you reply with a soft laugh.
âOh.â His shoulders relax and he steps back toward you, his hands landing on your hips. âSo, you were joking about Hangman, right?â
You roll your eyes, resting your hands on his chest. âObviously.â
âGood.â
You give him a small smile before letting your eyes drop, panic seeping into your bones as your usual doubts begin to infect your thoughts. Did he only kiss you because he was jealous? Does he want more than friendship, or just a few extra benefits?
âHey.â He crooks a finger beneath your chin to tilt your head up. âDo you want to know why Iâd have a problem if you really did like Hangman?â
You nod as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down nervously.
âBecause then it wouldâve been too late for me to tell you that Iâm in love you.â
Your heart almost leaps out of your chest. âIn love with me?â
His cheeks go from pink to red and he quickly averts his eyes away from yours. âUnless you donât feel the same, then Iâm just in love with you like a friend.â
You roll your eyes again and softly smack his chest. âDonât be stupid, of course Iâm in love with you. I thought it was pretty fucking obvious.â
His lips split into a grin before he dips back down and kisses you again. âThank God for that,â he mumbles against your mouth.
You giggle as he trails his lips across your cheek, along your jaw, and down your neck. âAs much as I love this,â you say, âI would also really love to get out of the heat.â
âGood idea.â He steps back and pulls your body with his, turning a little to the side as leans toward the car and pulls the driverâs door open. âLetâs get back to your apartment and test out that new bed.â
Your knees almost wobble as you step toward the car and drop into the driverâs seat. Bradley is around the car in less than a few seconds, climbing into the passengerâs side and reaching one hand across the centre console to grab your leg.
âLetâs just hope Hangman hasnât decided to take a nap,â you say as you begin pulling out of the parking spot.
Bradley turns to you with raised brows. âHeâs still at your apartment?â
You nod. âHe offered to clean up when I left.â
âWhat if he refuses to leave?â
You shrug one shoulder, your lips tipping up into a smirk. âThen he can join in.â
Bradleyâs fingers squeeze hard around your thigh. âNot a fucking chance.â
You giggle when you glance at his stormy expression, but youâd be lying if you said his jealousy wasnât a bit of a turn on. âYouâre not into wife-swapping?â you ask.
He tilts his head, clearly confused. âWife?â
âWell, yeah. Iâm your partner, right? Your emergency contact partner.â
It takes him a few seconds to realise what you mean, but once he does, he drops his head into both hands and sighs loudly. âThey told you that?â
You almost feel bad for laughing at him again, but you canât help it. âThe woman called you my husband when I first got there.â
When he looks back up, youâre positive youâve never seen a more gorgeous boy in the world. His cheeks are bright pink, his honey-brown eyes are sparkling, and heâs grinning so wide you canât help but grin back at him. âWell, they didnât really have an option for âbest friend who I really want to bang and eventually marry one dayâ.â
Your breath catches in your throat and youâre pretty sure your heart stops. âMarry?â
He turns his attention out the windscreen, still smiling, and his hand returns to its place on your thigh as he says more to himself than you, âOne day soon hopefully.â
END.
#bradley bradshaw#top gun maverick#rooster#imagine#oneshot#one shot#bradley x reader#bradley bradshaw x reader#rooster x reader#top gun#fanfic#fanfiction#hangman#jake seresin#miles teller
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ę° â ęą recommended lewis pullman fics! ⧠੠pls support these writers !



ROLES: bob ârobertâ floyd (top gun maverick) rhett abbott (outer range) calvin evans (lesson in chemistry) robert reynolds (thunderbolts*)
⡠includes smut! must 18+ to read! đđ â my personal fav! â indented text is other recommended fics by the same author!
OVER THE INTERCOM â i recently got back into reading lewis fics again and its made me realize how amazing these writers are so i thought i would make a rec list out of appreciation as someone whoâs been reading ab lewis since 2022 :p
Ëâđ・ list is regularly updated when i find new fics! & if links arenât working pls lmk! âđŚš.â§Ë
ââ .⌠also! i may be recommending certain fics but please also check out their blogs! so many of these authors have other amazing pieces just waiting to be read!
BOB FLOYD ⤸
⡠the wingman written by @roosterforme / synopsis: Bob never did this sort of thing. Talking to girls and flirting and romance. It's not that he didn't want to, he just didn't really know how. But you were different in all the right ways, and you made him feel confident enough to try.
đđ ⡠do you wanna make somethinâ out of it written by @theharddeck / synopsis: turns out, our favorite WSO has a side hustle, as quinn's favorite cowboy.
⤿ ⡠itâd be a sweet situation a much needed part two! /synopsis: what's better than finding out the WSO you've had a secret crush is the same audio erotica creator that you've been crushing on for months? getting to watch him record new content...and maybe get involved yourself
rodeo written by @sarahsmi13s / synopsis: when your relationship with bob is reveal to the squad, hangman canât help but wait for bob to stake his claim on you.
đđ ⡠bob from stats written by @attapullman / synopsis: College is a wild time, but absolutely nothing could prepare you for the quiet guy from Stats riding around campus as a cowboy. Or what a good kisser he is.
⤿ đđ ⡠bob from pi kapp / synopsis: First he's late to chapter, and now Bob is late to your Stats final. You saved him a seat. But should you also save one for his hobby horse?
never knew i needed a college!bob au until now and itâs honestly changed my life.
⡠unraveled written by @withahappyrefrain / synopsis: Bob Floyd likes to think he can keep it cool. Then along comes a sundress.
birds of a feather written by @dearsnow / synopsis: phoenix and her girlfriend set you up with a wso they insist will be right up your alley. (robert âbobâ floyd x fem!reader, fluff, reader is meant to be similar to bob, ie quiet, sweet, and nerdy, mentions of being drunk/having sex but nothing explicit)
the quiet ones written by @callsigns-haze / synopsis: You surprise the Dagger Squad by revealing your secret to Bob, who shyly but lovingly melts into your kiss as the others watch in shock, as shy guys are your type.
fics i read during my bob floyd binge!
⡠rich in life written by @bloatedandalone04 / synopsis: Bob is known to be the shy, quiet and kinder one of out the whole dagger squad, and he didnât mind the âsoftâ reputation one bit, because he knew the real him. The version of himself that came out whenever he got his wife alone, which, luckily for him, was every single night.
⡠it's that simple written by @tropes-and-tales
pepper spray lovers written by @moon-fics / synopsis: You're a well-known bartender at the Hard Deck and friends with most of the pilots who enter through the doors. However, you've caught the eye of one specific weapon systems operator.
đđ the plan written by @geminiwritten / synopsis:Â the squad are all pretty sure that bob has a thing for you, but you're not convinced, so you hatch a plan to tease him within an inch of his life until he snaps
⡠pretend written by @attapullman / synopsis: You aren't sure what's worse: having to share a bed with the boy who was your first boyfriend who you haven't seen in years, or having to pretend he's your boyfriend when you wish he actually was.
this was a reread but come on how can i not add this??
RHETT ABBOTT ⤸
⡠good at makinâ bad decisions written by @attapullman / synopsis: Even a year after you've broken up, after a night of drinking you still end up in Rhett Abbott's bed.
sugar and spice written by @floydsmuse / synopsis: you and rhett start up the tradition of making a gingerbread house together on christmas eve.
⡠odds are stacked written by @sunlightmurdock / synopsis: In which Rhett loses a bet and you lose your virginity.
⡠whisky sour written by @delopsia
đđ ⡠little lambs and big, bad cowboys written by @lewmagoo / synopsis: in which you find yourself entirely at his mercy
đđ ⡠trouble with books written by @hederasgarden / synopsis: You and Rhett discover a surprising new kink together. Â
CALVIN EVANS ⤸
please please me written by @gaygothiccowboy / synopsis: you persuade Calvin to spend a little less time at the lab and a lot more time with you.
(NEW!) ROBERT REYNOLDS ⤸
dance with me written by @callsign-fox
stay with me written by @scarletmika / synopsis: Bob wants to feel useful, to truly be part of the team, but the others don't think he's ready. You take it upon yourself to teach him control, to guide him through. But mistakes will be made, and it might not be possible to keep the darkness from creeping back in once more
the good side written by @cosmictheo / synopsis: bob loves you so much that he slowly begins to transform into a house-husband for you. and he loves it.
⤡ heavenly / synopsis: it's the first time you're wearing your new suit as an official (new) avenger and bob is a little too excited about it.
sneaking around written by @callsign-swan / synopsis: Bob doesn't mean to be sneaking around. But he can't help it. He's got a secret, and he wants to keep it that way. Too bad he's best friends with Yelena Belova.
đđ honey written by @strkly / synopsis: after being off the grid for a while you return to society and meet up with your old friend bucky barnes. unexpectedly you run into someone you never thought you would see again. your high school boyfriend robert reynolds.
đđ ⡠perv!bob written by @undyingdecay
đđ truth will set your free written by @sergeantbuckybarnes synopsis: You are injected with a truth serum during a mission, and when you return to the Watchtower, you must avoid Bob in order not to spill your feelings for him, but this causes Bob to believe he has done something to upset you
control written by @fireinmoonshot / synopsis: Bob always waits for you to come back from missions, but when you don't come back one day, his powers start to get a little out of hand.
if anything written by @eyelessfaces / synopsis: no one wants to talk about how close you came to dying, everyone walking on eggshells until bob finds out what really happened and asks why no one trusted him enough to tell the truth; you both know the reason involves your mutual feelings.
dreamwalker written by @roanofarcc /synopsis: you use your dreamwalking abilities to try to soothe the storm in bobâs head.Â
show some loves to the authors ᥣđŠ recommendations by jes!
#fanfiction#lewis pullman#lewis pullman imagines#bob floyd#bob floyd imagines#top gun maverick imagines#top gun maverick#rhett abbott imagines#outer range#rhett abbott#rhett abbott smut#fanfic recs#calvin evans#lessons in chemistry
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Love of my Life
summary: the dagger squad meets hangman's best-kept secret
jake seresin x reader
word count: 1490
warnings: no editing, fluff
a/n: this popped into my head the other night... enjoy! also this gif makes me CHOKE ohmylord
song rec: love of my life - harry styles
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It wasnât on purpose. Nights when you and Jake ended up at the same bar were never planned, mostly because your friends from work always wanted to go somewhere downtown, and Jakeâs friends from work always wanted to go to the Hard Deck so there was never a chance for the two groups to intersect.Â
Tonight, however, your friends had enough of hearing about all your nights at the Hard Deck with your fighter pilot husband who drops by work every once and a while with lunch or a gorgeous bouquet of flowers. They decided to venture out to the Hard Deck tonight for your monthly get-together and you werenât going to miss an opportunity to ogle at your husband from across the bar while he played darts and pool with his Dagger Squad friends who just so happened to be in town visiting.Â
And thatâs exactly where you found yourself on this lovely Friday night. Your friend walked over to your standing table with another drink for you and you thanked her with a smile. She immediately started diving into some workplace gossip, keeping her voice quiet since so many of your colleagues had managed to make it out tonight. You half-listened to her go on how bad the break room refrigerator smelled the other day but your real focus was on Jake who was playing pool with Phoenix, Fanboy, and Bob. He had Bob on his team and you were surprised to see him actually give the man a chance to play without correcting or coaching him.Â
You knew all about the Dagger Squad, when Jake was first sent out here you followed him, even knowing this wouldnât be a permanent duty station, and he talked about everyone he was competing against non stop. From the moment he came home after training you were getting a full rundown of the days happening (you were sworn to secrecy of the top secret events, of course). You learned quickly who was who, even if you never got the opportunity to meet them.Â
After the mission, you were pulling out boxes and getting ready to move what little belongings you brought over to the island when Jake came home and surprised you to your core. He accepted a teaching position here on the North Island and you were staying for the foreseeable future.Â
You were shocked but over the moon. Jake would be in one spot for at least a couple years and wouldnât be off on deployments and missions so often. You could start a family and he could actually be there for all of it.Â
âHello? Anybody home?â A hand waving in front of your face brought you out of memories and a trance you hadnât realized you were in. You laughed and smiled at your friend, but not before catching the eye of Phoenix, who totally caught you staring at Jake.Â
âSorry, sorry, got a little lost there.â You waved her hand out of your face and took another sip from your drink.Â
âIâll say,â she laughed, âI mean, I get it.â Her eyebrows wagged and you laughed heartily, throwing your head back. She was always complimenting your choice of husband and you had to agree with her, he was fine as hell.Â
âFuck, I think one of his friends just caught me staring,â you said once the laughter died down.Â
âRemind me again why he doesnât tell them about you?âÂ
âIt started off as a joke,â you start, âhe wanted to see how long it would take one of them to notice, and now itâs just an ongoing bet we have.âÂ
âA bet I am about to win, by the way.â Jake suddenly appears behind you and youâre happy to see him until his words sink in.
âYouâre not allowed to interfere!â You point at him and he just laughs.Â
âNo interference, I promise.â He leans on the table you two are standing at and you almost forget about the bet for a second because his green eyes still captivate you even after all this time.Â
âWell, what are you doing over here then?â
âSee now, thatâs where it gets interesting because someone caught you looking at me,â he tips his beer over in the direction of his friends, who scatter like chickens when you turn your head to look at them, âand they bet me $20 that I couldnât walk over here and get your phone number.âÂ
âHmmm, seems like fair play to me.â Your friend interjects, looking contemplatively between you and your cheating husband.Â
A noise comes out of your mouth, somewhere between disbelief and betrayal. You only had one month left before the bet was yours and you could claim your prize and now this happens, the perfect opportunity falls right into Jakeâs lap.Â
âDid none of them notice the giant ring on my finger?â You hold up your wedding rings, which glint even in the dim bar lighting and Jake takes your fingers in his hand, bending them towards himself before placing a kiss on your knuckles. You swoon. Itâs impossible not to. âDonât try to distract me, youâre in trouble.âÂ
âCome on darlinâ,â His hand fell away from yours but moved slyly around your hip, where it curled around the belt loops of your shorts, and just then, while his face was inching towards yours, your wedding song came on.Â
âWhen did this song get added to the jukebox?âÂ
âI may have put in a special request.â His smile did you in. You met him halfway and when your lips met that familiar kaleidoscope of butterflies took flight. Jake pulled away just to smile at you some more before pressing a few quick kisses to your lips. When he backed away enough, you took the chance to look over his shoulder and see what his friends thought.Â
The entire group was standing around, completely gobsmacked at what just occurred and you could only imagine what was running through their minds.Â
âAfter you, Mrs. Seresin,â Jake whispered in your ear. You gave him the best glare you could but he just laughed and grabbed your hand to walk you over to the group of people you already felt like you knew.Â
Jake chuckled as you got within ear shot. âEveryone, Iâd like you to meet someone,â he pulled you under his arm and you automatically slid your own across his back, âthis is my wife.â He said it with genuine pride, a stark contrast to his usual cocky tone everyone was used to.Â
âWife?â Rooster repeated, dumbfounded.
âPick your jaw up off the floor, Bradshaw.â
You ignored Jake and introduced yourself to everyone with a quick wave. âItâs nice to finally meet you all.âÂ
There was a beat of silence while you watched everyone process what was happening, but Phoenix broke it with a laugh. âYouâve been holding out on us, Bagman!âÂ
âYeah, what the hell, man!â Rooster seemed downright offended that Jake would keep such a secret from them and you couldnât help but laugh.Â
âItâs not all Jakeâs fault,â You come to his defense, âwe had a bet going, which I just lost.âÂ
âWhat bet did you two have?â Bob asked, coming forward to introduce himself to you properly.Â
You shook his outstretched hand, smiling. âWe wanted to see how long it would take for someone to figure out he was married.â
âYou⌠you donât wear a wedding ring?â Rooster seemed to be having the hardest time with this revelation and it was cracking you up.Â
Jake pulled his dog tags out from under his shirt, proudly turning them around to display his gold wedding band that perfectly matched the one around your finger. They both belonged to his grandparents and he was so proud to give you his grandmother's band on your wedding day.Â
Phoenix studied the two of you for a moment, watched the way you started to sway to a song and Jake immediately joined in, watched how his attention always drifted back to you, and how his entire cocky dimenor melted away as soon as you were near.Â
âSo, whatâs the story? How did you manage to bag Hangman?â Natasha asked, leaning her hands on the pool cue in front of her.Â
Jake pretended to be offended. âIâm not that wild.âÂ
You roll your eyes affectionately before diving into the story of how you and Jake met. It was nothing spectacular or anything you would want to make a movie about, but it was a whirlwind romance that ended in the two of you married in the Seresin familyâs backyard three summers ago.Â
When you finished your story, all smiles for your husband, Rooster raised his beer in a toast. âWelcome to the family, Mrs. Seresin.âÂ
Jake couldnât help but smile. It felt good to let the team in on his best-kept secret, even if he was gonna pay for her losing the bet later on tonight.Â
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The quiet ones
Summary: You surprise the Dagger Squad by revealing your secret to Bob, who shyly but lovingly melts into your kiss as the others watch in shock, as shy guys are your type.
Chapter Warning: Secret relationship reveal, unexpected PDA, and flustered teammates, drinking.
Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader
The sun is barely up, casting a soft glow over the empty beach outside The Hard Deck as you pull open the doors and step into the familiar dimness of the bar.
You've been doing this for yearsâunlocking before the heat of the day sets in, setting up stools, and sliding glasses onto the shelves with the smooth rhythm you've perfected. Today feels the same, but something in the air hints it won't be an ordinary shift. There's a buzz, the sort that comes with Navy missions brewing, whispered over drinks in tones low enough that only bartenders know how to hear.
You're wiping down the bar when the door creaks open. You look up and spot a guy with dark-rimmed glasses, a touch of shyness evident in the way he stands at the door, scanning the place like heâs about to get reprimanded just for being here early. He's tall but sort of unassuming, a guy who'd rather fade into the background. He's a contrast to the pilots who usually come in loud, all bravado and swagger. You recognize him instantly: Bob, the quiet one who stands at the edges of the Dagger Squad.
As he approaches, you give him a slow, easy smile and cross your arms, leaning back. "Hey there. Early start for you guys?"
He swallows hard, adjusting his glasses. âUhâŚyeah. JustâŚgetting a round for the squad.â His voice is barely audible, like heâs half-hoping youâll mishear and let him walk away without much fuss.
Your eyes flick over him, taking in his nervous fidgeting. Itâs endearing, really, the way he seems like he'd rather be anywhere but standing across from you. And maybe itâs because he's the polar opposite of the loud types, but you canât help teasing him a little.
âSoâŚwhoâs in charge of this little mission?â you ask, setting down a few glasses with a subtle clink.
He hesitates, caught off guard by the question. âUhâŚAdmiral Simpson.â
You chuckle. âBeau? That's my uncle."
Bob's eyes widen, his mouth hanging open for a moment before he stammers out a response. "Oh. Uh, wow. I⌠I didnât know." The faintest blush creeps up his cheeks, and he looks down, almost embarrassed to be caught off guard like that.
You canât resist needling him just a bit more, leaning in just close enough to watch him fluster. You know the effect you haveâthe low neckline of your top, the tattoos trailing down your arm, the glint of your piercings just visible through the thin fabric. Heâs doing his best not to stare, but his eyes flick down for a split second before he yanks his gaze back up, his face turning redder by the second.
âDonât worry,â you say with a smirk, letting your fingers trace the rim of a glass, âyour secretâs safe with me.â
âUhâŚthanks. I justâum, Iâll takeâŚuh, the round,â he manages, his voice catching as you pour the drinks.
You can see his struggleâthe way he wants to say something, but every time he opens his mouth, he clams up. He's never met anyone like you before, thatâs obvious. The confidence, the tattoos, the piercings peeking through the fabricâit all ties together into something that leaves him completely off balance. And heâs⌠well, adorable.
As you slide the last glass across the bar to him, you give him a wink. âSee you around, Bob. Bring your friends by sometime.â
He mutters a quiet âthank youâ and shuffles out, beers in hand and cheeks flushed. And as he heads out the door, you can't help but grin to yourself, wondering if heâll find the nerve to say more next time.
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Itâs a typical night at The Hard Deck, the bar buzzing with energy, filled with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and rock music blaring from the jukebox. The place is packed with Navy types, just as it always is when thereâs no active mission holding them back. Youâre behind the bar, quick on your feet, sliding drinks to customers and catching up with the regulars. Then, through the crowd, you spot him.
Hangman strides up to the bar with that cocky swagger heâs famous for. Tall, blond, and all confidence, heâs got a grin that could charm the devil himself. And he knows it. Tonight, heâs dressed in his usual off-duty lookâjust tight enough T-shirt and a leather jacket slung over his shoulder, looking every bit the guy who doesnât take ânoâ for an answer. But thatâs the game he plays, and tonight youâre ready for him.
âEvening, sweetheart,â he drawls, leaning across the bar just a little too close. âThought youâd be closed by now.â
You raise an eyebrow, resting your hands on the bar and meeting his gaze without flinching. âWell, I thought youâd be up in the air by now,â you shoot back, your tone teasing. âGuess weâre both full of surprises.â
He chuckles, clearly delighted by the challenge. âAll right, you got me there,â he says, glancing around. âBut Iâve got a list for you. The squadâs thirsty tonight.â
âLetâs hear it, then,â you say, pulling out a row of glasses, ready to work but giving him your full attention.
He leans in even closer, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial tone. âWell, letâs start with two beers for Phoenix and Bob. Canât have âem dehydrating, right?â Thereâs a slight pause, and he gives you a smirk, his gaze lingering a bit longer than necessary. âMake sure Bobâs is extra coldâheâs, uh, still cooling off after the last time you talked to him.â
You laugh, shaking your head as you start on the beers. âDonât tell me heâs still flustered from that., it's been years.â
âPoor guy doesnât stand a chance with you around, no matter the time,â Hangman says with a wink. âBut hey, heâll survive. Next up, Coyote wants a whiskeyâneat. You know how he is. And RoosterâŚâ He pauses, rolling his eyes in that way he does whenever he brings up Rooster. âRoosterâs a beer guy, as usual. But letâs give him the lighter stuff. Donât want him trying to prove anything tonight.â
You slide the beers across to him, already pouring the whiskey as he keeps going. âAnd what about you, Hangman?â you ask, tossing him a smirk. âAnything special, or do you just want a mirror to stare into?â
He laughs, clearly enjoying this back-and-forth. âOuch, darlinâ. That one stings.â He places a hand over his heart, feigning offense before letting his gaze flick down to the line of tattoos trailing up your arm, then back to meet your eyes with a mischievous glint. âBut as long as youâre the one serving, Iâll take whatever you recommend.â
You pour him a whiskey, sliding it over the bar with a raised brow. âThink you can handle it?â
He picks up the glass, holding it up to you with that easy, confident grin. âOh, I can handle a lot more than that. But I like a bartender who can keep me on my toes.â He takes a sip, never breaking eye contact, letting the moment hang in the air.
The bar is still loud around you, but thereâs a beat where itâs just you and him, his gaze heavy and flirtatious, yours daring him to keep going. He leans in a little closer, his voice a quiet murmur. âYou know, we should get a drink somewhere else sometime. Just you and me.â
You lean back, letting a slow smile spread across your face, but truly this guy is not for you. âOh, is that an invitation?â
âConsider it an open one,â he replies, giving you a wink before stepping back to gather up the drinks. âBut hey, donât take too long thinking it over. I donât like waiting.â
Itâs been a busy night, the bar still packed as the crowd buzzes with the kind of energy that only comes when thereâs no telling when the next mission will roll around. Youâre behind the bar, catching your breath after that last round, when you catch sight of Rooster winding his way through the crowd, headed straight for you.
Heâs wearing his usual laid-back styleâwell-worn jeans, a vintage band T-shirt, and that aviator jacket slung over his shoulders. He looks like something out of a different time, especially with those sunglasses perched up in his curls, even though itâs night. Rooster always has this quiet, steady confidence, like he knows he doesnât need to announce himself. And thereâs something a little different in his step as he approaches you, maybe a touch of playfulness in the way heâs looking at you, a half-smile already curving on his lips.
âHey, bartender,â he says, leaning onto the bar with an easy grin. âIâm back for the squadâs refills, but this time I think weâre changing things up.â
âOh yeah?â You give him an amused look, resting your hands on the bar and leaning in just enough to close the space between you. âGuessing Hangman finally realized he can order something other than whiskey?â
He chuckles, shaking his head. âWell, Hangmanâs hard to change. But the rest of us? Weâre open to suggestions. Figured you might know what we need better than we do.â
You raise a brow, sensing the tease in his tone. âOh, so now Iâm in charge of drinks? Guess I must be moving up in the world.â
âBetter believe it.â He flashes you a quick grin. âBut you still gotta keep me entertained while youâre at it.â
You laugh, reaching for a row of glasses. âLet me see⌠Something tells me you could handle a little extra kick tonight.â You pour a round of tequila for Phoenix and Coyote, grabbing lime wedges and a sprinkle of salt for the rims.
âTequila for Phoenix and Coyote,â you announce, lining them up. âAnd⌠letâs do something different for Bob. A Moscow Mule might be more his speedâsomething smooth but not too strong, I know he likes it.â
âPerfect,â Rooster nods, his eyes catching on the way your hands move as you pour, clearly fascinated. âAnd what do you recommend for me?â
âHmm,â you say, pretending to consider as you tilt your head, catching his gaze. âSomething with a bit of bite, I think. Something⌠classic.â
You reach for the whiskey, but instead of neat, you add a twist of orange, pouring a well-balanced Old Fashioned. You slide it over to him, catching his eye with a smirk. âThink youâre ready for that?â
He picks up the glass, turning it slowly in his hand, that same lazy smile lingering on his face. âOnly if youâre ready to join me for one sometime,â he says, his voice low enough to make sure you catch the hint. He takes a sip, and his gaze stays fixed on you, watching your reaction, clearly testing the waters.
You raise an eyebrow, not about to let him off easy. âAnd what makes you think Iâd go for a guy who takes drink recommendations from the bartender?â
He chuckles, not missing a beat. âBecause I donât think youâd waste your time with just any guy.â He holds your gaze, letting the words hang in the air, something challenging in his smile. âYou seem a little⌠particular.â
âAnd you think youâre up to the standards?â You tilt your head, leaning on the bar just close enough that he has to take in every word.
His eyes flick down to your arm, where your tattoos catch the light, and then back up to meet yours, a flicker of mischief in his gaze. âI think Iâd be willing to try,â he says, his voice smooth, steady. âBut Iâll leave it up to you if I get the chance.â
You shake your head, suppressing a grin, and reach for another glass, pouring yourself a splash of soda as you lean back. âHow about you focus on delivering those drinks first, hotshot?â
Rooster raises his glass in a mock salute, his eyes never leaving yours. âAlright, boss,â he says, clearly amused. âBut donât think Iâm letting this go that easily.â
He picks up the tray, balancing it with practiced ease as he throws one last look over his shoulder before heading back to the squad. Youâre left behind the bar, catching your breath with a smile as you watch him go, knowing full well heâll be back for another roundâand maybe another shot at breaking through.
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The Dagger Squad is clustered around a corner table, the drinks you just served scattered across the tabletop. Conversation and laughter flow easily, but the energy shifts the second Hangman and Rooster start eyeing each other, sizing each other up with cocky grins and sidelong glances. Bob, meanwhile, is trying his best to blend into the background, clutching his Moscow Mule and looking more than a little flustered as he watches his teammates' latest standoff unfold.
âYou know, Rooster,â Jake drawls, leaning back in his chair and raising his whiskey with an infuriatingly smug smile, âyouâre wasting your time here. Sheâs clearly more into a guy with⌠confidence.â He emphasizes the last word, smirking as he takes a slow sip, his eyes flicking over to the bar where youâre serving another customer.
Rooster snorts, crossing his arms as he leans forward. âConfidence? Is that what you call whatever it is you do?â He shakes his head, trying to keep his voice casual, but the competitive gleam in his eyes betrays him. âTrust me, Bagman, sheâs not going for the guy who struts around like a damn peacock.â
Phoenix snickers, sipping her tequila and watching the scene unfold like itâs her favourite soap opera. âThis is priceless,â she mutters to Coyote, who nods, clearly entertained.
âOh, please,â Jake fires back, unfazed. âYou think that âslow burnâ routine of yours is going to win her over? Women donât want to wait around forever. They like a guy who knows what he wants.â He casts another confident glance toward the bar, and Rooster follows his gaze, jaw tightening just slightly.
Bob, meanwhile, is turning a shade of red that nearly matches his squadmateâs call sign. He keeps his eyes firmly on his drink, but Phoenix catches the flush creeping up his neck and nudges him with her elbow.
âHey, Bob,â she says with a mischievous grin, âyouâre awfully quiet over there. What do you think? Whoâs got the better shot?â
Bobâs eyes widen as every head at the table turns to look at him. He stammers, his grip tightening on his glass. âIâI donât know,â he mumbles, his voice barely audible. âI, uh⌠I think sheâd go for someone⌠respectful. Kind of⌠uhâŚâ
Rooster grins, reaching over to pat Bobâs shoulder, his tone almost affectionate. âSee, Bob gets it. A guy whoâs not all in her face about it.â
Jake rolls his eyes, scoffing as he leans back. âRight. Because nothing says âcharmingâ like shyly staring into your drink.â
Bob just blushes harder, sinking a little lower in his seat as Phoenix pats his back in a show of support. âIgnore them, Bob. Theyâre just scared youâre the dark horse here,â she teases, sending Jake and Bradley a challenging look.
âOh, is that it?â Hangman laughs, tipping his glass toward Bob in mock salute. âTell you what, Bobâif she turns me down, Iâll let you take a shot.â
Rooster shakes his head, chuckling. âSure, Bob. If Jake somehow failsâand trust me, he willâyouâve got my blessing.â
Bobâs face is now a deep shade of crimson, and he lets out a nervous laugh, clearly mortified. But he canât resist glancing over toward the bar, where youâre moving easily between customers, completely unaware of the mini-drama playing out across the room.
âYou know what?â Rooster says, straightening up and giving Jake a look thatâs half-challenge, half-smirk. âWhy donât we let her decide whoâs worth her time?â
Jakeâs eyes narrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. âFine by me, Rooster. May the best man win.â
Bob practically melts into his seat, but despite his obvious embarrassment, thereâs the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he glances at you.
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Youâve been keeping an eye on the Dagger Squad from behind the bar, and youâve caught enough of the banter to know theyâre up to something. You can feel the weight of their stares now, so you decide to put them out of their misery. With a knowing smile, you grab a couple of fresh napkins and make your way over to the table, letting your gaze linger on one person in particular.
Bobâs leaning on the railing, doing his best to stay out of the spotlight as Jake and Bradley bicker, each too wrapped up in their little rivalry to notice you coming. Only Phoenix catches your approach, her eyes widening in excitement as she realizes whatâs about to happen. Sheâs the only one who knows, after all.
âHey, Bobby,â you say with a playful lilt, giving him a warm smile. His head snaps up, his cheeks turning an immediate shade of pink.
You can tell heâs trying to play it cool, but thereâs a flicker of pure adoration in his eyes as he takes you in. Without a word, he leans in, brushing his lips softly against yours, his hand finding your waist as he pulls you in. His usual shyness fades as he melts into the kiss, his touch growing just a little bolder, like heâs letting himself savour every second.
Around you, the entire squad has gone silent. Rooster, Hangman, and Coyote are all staring, mouths slightly open in complete disbelief. But itâs not the kiss that has them in shock. Itâs the glint of your engagement ringâhanging on a delicate chain around your neck, tucked just under the collar of your shirt. The light catches it as you pull back from Bob, and you see the realization dawn on each of their faces.
âOh, my god,â Phoenix gasps, covering her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter as she watches Jake and Bradley try to process what theyâre seeing. âNo way. All this time, and sheâs been with⌠Bobby?â Her eyes sparkle with pure delight as she glances back at you, unable to contain her excitement.
Bob, still flushed from the kiss, shifts awkwardly as he catches sight of his teammatesâ stunned expressions. He ducks his head, clearly overwhelmed by all the attention, but thereâs a shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close.
âWaitâŚyouâre with Bob?â Hangman says, still sounding completely baffled. He shakes his head, his usual confidence gone. âAnd youâre engaged?â
âGuess we kept it under wraps a little too well,â you say with a smirk, running a hand affectionately through Bobâs hair, watching as he blushes even deeper but relaxes into your touch. He looks at you with such genuine, quiet adoration that itâs impossible not to smile.
Rooster, still processing, lets out a low whistle, shaking his head. âWow. And here I was thinking shy guys didnât stand a chance.â
Phoenix is practically beside herself with joy, and she canât help but gloat just a little. âWell, guess what, boys?â You grin, crossing your arms. âTurns out all I wanted was the quiet one.â
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One Last Gift : ĚĚâ Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader
Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader
Summary: Living with Bob Floyd was killing you slowly, especially when you couldn't bring yourself to admit how you felt about him. It's your birthday, though, and shouldn't the birthday girl get whatever it is she wants?
Warnings: insane amounts of fluff, insane amounts of pining (my god I couldn't stop), roommates to lovers, language, female reader, suggestive and steamy, language, Hangman being Hangman (but he's a good guy underneath), probably incorrect descriptions of the Navy (my dad was a Marine, I'm doing my best lol)
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âLiving with Bob Floyd is actually ruining my life,â
It was an exaggeration on your part..for the most part. When the Dagger Squad had been asked to stay on assignment in North Island for the foreseeable future, the entire group jumped at the chance. In those few short weeks together, especially when youâre training for a mission many deemed entirely impossible to come back alive from, you quickly become a family, and no one was ready to leave one another. But staying for a prolonged period meant, inevitably, moving off base would be better for everyoneâs mental sanity. The Dagger Squad might be like a family, but even families get on one anotherâs nerves more often than not.
Somehow, when discussing where everyone was moving to and how far from base everyone would live, you and Bob had agreed to move in together.
The decision shocked no one. Truly, the entire team suspected that if anyone was going to live together, it would be you two. You and Bob were like birds of a feather from the second you met that night in the Hard Deck.Â
âWell, well, well,â Jake Seresin was nothing if not a cocky bastard most of the time. He shoved his pool cue over into your hands, an action that got an eyeroll out of you âIf it ainât Phoenix! Coyote, Naiad, here I was thinking we were special. Turns outâŚthe invite went to anyone.â
Natasha stepped up to the pool table, eyebrow raised, with two men behind her. You quickly handed the pool cue off to Coyote as she squared off with Jake before you both.
âFellas,â she addressed the boys behind her. âThis here is Bagman-â
â-Hangman-â
â-whatever,â she rolled her eyes. âYouâre looking at the only Naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air-to-air kill.â
Hangman waved his hand in the air, pretending to act humble, before attempting to speak. You cut him off, hand on his shoulder with a smirk of your own as you looked at the boys standing behind Nat.
âMind you, it was a museum piece from the Cold War. And if I hadnât laid cover for him, heâd have been dead before he could even take the shot,â Jake looked like he was considering protesting your statement, but ultimately shrugged in agreement. You looked from the boys to Natasha, a smile lighting up your face. âGood to see you, Nix.â
âYou too, Naiad,â she quickly pulled you into a side hug, arm still slung around your shoulders as she gestured to the boys behind her. âThis here is Payback and Fanboy. Boys, this is Naiad. One of the best pilots Iâve ever known, in and out of the cockpit, and the only one who can keep Hangmanâs head out of his ass sometimes.â
âHey-â
âNaiad?â Hangmanâs protest was cut off by Paybackâs questioning glance toward you. âIsnât that, like, a water nymph or something?â
âShe got her callsign during one of our brief assignments at Boca Chica Field in Key West, Florida,â Coyote threw him, amusement on his face as he shook his head at the memory. âCouldnât keep that girl out of the water even if you tried.â
âIn Coyote and Hangmanâs defense,â you quickly jumped in, sending a wink back at your two best friends. âThey triedâŚdesperately, but to no avail.â
Laughter rang through the group at the comment, before Natasha pointed off to the side of the pool table.
âNow, who is he?â
The group's eyes followed Natashaâs pointer finger to the man sitting quietly off to the side. He held an entire cup of peanuts in his hand, wiping the excess shells to the floor as he looked around at the group now looking at him, adjusting the glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
âWhen did you get in?â Coyote questioned.
âO-Oh Iâve been here the whole time,â
Everyone missed the small quirk of your lips when the man finally spoke, that slight twinge of southern in his accent carrying through the air as he nervously glanced around the group.
âMan is a stealth pilotâŚliterally,â Hangman commented as your hand flew up, whacking him across the shoulder. The mystery man shook his head.
âWeapons systems officer, actually,â
â...with no sense of humor,â another whack to Hangmanâs shoulder had him looking to you with wide eyes. âCan you quit it with that? Your hand is going to be imprinted on my shoulder at this point.â
âThen quit being a dick for two seconds,â you diverted your attention back to the groups new WSO with a grin. âSo, what do they call you?â
He sent you a shy smile, adjusting himself on his chair again with a small nod.
âBob,â and when Payback questioned him about his callsign, Bob seemed to hesitate for a moment before repeating again â...just Bob,â
âBob Floyd?â Natasha spoke up again as you turned, plucking the pool cues from Coyote once more before turning back to the conversation again. âYouâre my new backseater? From Lemoore?â
âSeems like it,â
âWell, letâs break him in then,â youâd chimed in, stepping up to Bob and holding out a pool cue in his direction. âAny good at pool, Floyd?â
He seemed to sit up straighter, mirroring your smile with a nod of his head.
âPretty decent, Iâd say, Naiadâ
â9-ball then. Rack âem for me,â
It felt like that day had been years ago, when it had only been the culmination of maybe six months. Bob and you had naturally drifted to one another, almost always engaged in a conversation or sharing a beer during a night at the Hard Deck. It helped that you were the only one who was able to get Hangman to back off him most days, something Bob appreciated.
Living with Bob was great. He was one of your best friends at this point. Kind, respectful, deceivingly hilarious, but there was one problem.
You were hopelessly in love with him, and you refused to say anything about it.
Youâd kept mainly quiet about itâŚfor the most part. The only ones who knew officially about your feelings for Natasha, Javy, and Jake, as it was impossible to hide it from your best friends. But it had been months, and as the entire squad gathered in your and Bobâs shared ground-floor apartment to celebrate your birthday, you were slowly losing the restraint you were holding onto to keep it under wraps.
âLiving with him is ruining your life because youâre being a baby about it,â
Natasha and Javy laughed at the comment from Hangman, the four of you currently sitting around the fire pit in the small backyard that your apartment held the luxury of having. The rest of the squad, including Maverick and Penny, were currently crowded inside somewhere, most likely the living room, while the four of you had migrated outside for a private conversation.
âIâm not being a baby about it!â youâd argued back, taking a swig of your beer and savoring the taste as you threw Hangman a pointed look. âIâm going to ruin everything if I say something, but living together is torture. One-sided feelings arenât fun, Bagman.â
âOh, Naiad, youâre so clueless,â Coyote was the one to laugh out the words, clinking his own beer bottle against Natashaâs outstretched one. âYouâre both hopelessly in love with each other.â
Your three best friends shared a laugh, but you, in turn, were frozen trying to process his words. It sounded absurd in your head, to think that this was anything more than you pining after your best friend, your coworker, your roommate. There was no way it could be anything more than one-sided..
âYou guys are ridiculous-â
âNo, Coyote is entirely right,â Natasha sat forward in her chair, giving you a pointed look. âLetâs take a walk down memory lane, okay? When you called me after living with Bob for less than two weeks, that day you both came back from the complexâs pool?â
For a hot summer Saturday, your apartment complexâs pool was deserted, but you relished in it. You got your pick of chairs for sunbathing, and you didnât have to share any of the cool water with the kids who lived down the hall from you. It even allowed you to blow up your favorite in pool lounger and float around in the cool breeze, the water nipping at your exposed skin around your favorite bikini, and simply soak in the sun.
âWhat a shock, my waterbug is in the water,â
At the sound of a voice just feet away outside the pool, you lifted the sunglasses off your face, squinting in the brightened light. Bob stood just at the edge of the pool, donning his swim trunks that youâd seen countless times at Coronado Beach with your friends, along with the t-shirt he typically wore to the beach, too. You shot him a small smile, flicking some of the water in his direction as he laughed. You hoped the red in your skin from the sun would cover the blush that was surely spreading through your cheeks at his simple use of the word âmyâ in front of his favorite nickname for you: waterbug.
âThe rest of the complex doesnât seem to want to take advantage of the sun, so why not claim the pool for myself?â
âOr is it because you canât seem to stay away from the water?â
âYou going to stand there and bust my non-existent balls or join me in the pool, Floyd?â
As Bob laughed and promised heâd be in the water momentarily, you shifted your sunglasses back to their place in front of your eyes. That also happened to be the exact moment Bob Floyd had, for some reason, decided to take his shirt off.
In all the time youâd known him thus far, in all the beach trips youâd been on with him, Bob Floyd kept his shirt on, even as your mutual friends seemed to gang up on him for it. Youâd, of course, fantasized at night (and sometimes in daydreams) about what might be hiding under there, because thereâs no way he wasnât at least slightly jacked given that he was in the Navy, but you hadnât been prepared fully to see it for yourself.
Bob Floyd wasnât nearly as jacked as Jake and Bradley were, but he didnât need to be. He was lean, his muscles clearly defined, and the strain in his biceps as he tore his shirt off was enough for you to think that maybe you needed to slide completely into the water and cool yourself off for multiple reasons.
âI see why you keep your shirt on at the beach now, Floyd,â you remarked, trying to cover the feeling crawling through you with a cough and a joke, leaning your head back against your pool float again and closing your eyes. âYouâd probably have all the ladies on the beach after you if you did.â
Youâd heard a faint laugh from him before the pool got quietâŚtoo quiet. Thatâs when Bob took off running, and before you knew it, heâd cannonballed straight into the pool, soaking you with the chlorinated water as he went. You sputtered, taking your glasses off and throwing them toward your chair with your bag on the outside of the pool.
âBOB!â youâd called out with a small laugh, still wiping water from your face as you glanced around to get a glimpse of him. By the time you realized you couldnât see him, and what that meant, it was already too late. Your pool float had been flipped, dunking you entirely into the pool without a moment's notice.
By the time youâd resurfaced from the water, slicking your hair back and coughing, Bob was in hysterics from where he floated in front of you. That fluttering feeling in your stomach was pushed to the back of your mind now as you smirked across the water at him.
âWhat, my waterbug canât handle some water?â
âOh, youâre asking for it Floyd!â youâd called back before tackling him, both of you falling back into the water in another round of hysterics.
Even the mere thought of that day, of the moment youâd see Bob without his shirt for the first time, was enough to bring the blush back to your cheeks. Natasha noticed, laughing as she pointed it out to the boys.
âSee! Youâre blushing as bad as I know you were when you called me that day!â
âOkay, this doesnât prove anything! Weâve established I already like him-â
âOh no, it proves he likes you, too,â Coyote shot back with a smirk. âRooster is his best friend, and he wonât even take his shirt off around HIM! I havenât seen him take it off once, so obviouslyâŚeither he trusts you enough to show off what heâs hiding under there, or heâs deliberately showing off what heâs got because he wants you to notice it.â
What they were sayingâŚit wasnât hard to believe, at least not if your friends were talking about anyone else but you and Bob. For some reason, it just didnât seem possible to you that Bob felt the same way for you that you did for him. Wouldnât he have surely done something by now, have taken the leap that you were too scared to take?
âGuys-â
âCanât forget the night you made him dinner,â Coyote interrupted again, his smirk growing at the confused look on your face. âCome on, donât tell me you forgot? The second Bob was on base the next morning, and you split off to head to the gym, he was talking Roosterâs ear off about it. I swear, there were literal hearts in this manâs eyes as he talked about you.â
It was rare that you managed to get a day off during the middle of the week, but somehow it had worked out for you. A very rare Wednesday that you got to spend keeping up on the household chores that neither you nor Bob wanted to deal with come the weekend, saving it for when you were both exhausted and sweating from the San Diego heat late at night. Grocery shopping for your shared kitchen, loading and unloading multiple loads of laundry for both of you, whatever you could do so that Bob would have an easy night when he got home.
Unlike you, he hadnât gotten a single day off that week.
There was a new batch of young pilots, and Cyclone and Warlock decided that the Dagger Squad was the best choice for teaching them. With Maverick, Rooster, Coyote, and Hangman all being single-seater pilots, you were the lucky one whoâd gotten a rare day off. And with a single text from Bob that night, letting you know heâd be back at the apartment soon, you knew exactly the best way to cheer him up after a long day in the sun.
The first day you moved into your apartment together, and the rest of the team celebrated with you, you had cooked for the entire team. Homemade spaghetti, just like your mother used to make growing up. Homemade pasta, homemade tomato sauce, you name it, and the dish had it. The entire team had adored it, but Bob had sung itâs praises over and over again the entire night.
Being entirely homemade, it was NOT an easy dish to whip up at any point in time, so you hadnât made it againâŚuntil now.
âHey, Iâm back!â
âIn the kitchen!â youâd called back the second you heard Bobâs voice from the entryway and the familiar shutting of the front door to the apartment. The sauce was heating up, the pasta was boiling, and it left you simply standing off to the side, leaning against the countertop as Bob entered.
He was exhausted, and it was written clearly across his face. Heâd already changed into his casual clothes, and judging by his slightly damp hair, he must have showered on base before coming home. A small smile was shot your way before he was digging through the fridge.
âBe glad you had the day off,â heâd grumbled out, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and almost chugging half of it in an instant. âThose newbiesâŚgod, they didnât know how to listen today. Even Hangman was playing bad cop instead of good cop.â
âWell, thatâs how you know itâs a bad day,â you shared a laugh at that. âI did the grocery shopping this morning, so weâre fully stocked up until at least next week. The laundry was all done, too. Your basket is sitting outside your door currently.â
Bob paused at that, just staring at you with a look you couldnât quite decipher hidden somewhere in his eyes.
âI...you didnât need to do that. Thank you,â the pair of you shared a soft smile as Bob turned away, shaking his head, and he pulled his phone out. âI havenât gotten a chance to eat yet, though. Probably going to Doordash something-â
âNo need, food will be done in a minute,â he turned back to you as you said that, but youâd already turned back, stirring the pasta noodles in the boiling hot pot on the stove before you. âPasta should be done in just a minute, and thereâs fresh garlic bread keeping warm in the oven.â
âYou...you made meâŚâ your cheeks flared for a moment, hearing the way Bob stumbled over his words behind you somewhere in the kitchen. âIs thatâŚyour momâs homemade pasta?â
âI figured it had probably been a long day for you, and I know how much you liked it last time. If you grab us both drinks, I can have this done and on the table in a little bit,â
Silence enveloped the kitchen for a moment before a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. A chill immediately shot down your spine as you froze. Bobâs hands gripped your sides, pulling you back into him as the side of his head leaned against yours, and you faltered for just a second while stirring the boiling food before you. The unmistakable feel of lips pressed against the side of your head, and heat immediately shot through your body at the simple action.
âThank youâŚâ
â...anytime,â
Okay, that memory made you feel a little different, had yet another flush coating your skin, redness deepening. Youâd only been living together for two months when youâd made him dinner that nightâŚbut that was just the first night of many.
Cooking dinner together became a new normal for both of you, almost always discussing what you wanted to eat night after night. Gone were the nights of eating separately, of having separate grocery lists; that night had set forth a new normal for you, one that you were constantly navigating together. Thinking back, it was also the night when so much changed over the course of your entire relationship with Bob.
Movie nights where you sat just a little closer together than you needed to, sharing a blanket. Those movie nights that ended in you both falling asleep together on the couch, moments you hurried through the next day, and tried not to dwell on what they could or couldnât mean. The way you ordered for one another at the Hard Deck after that, the otherâs usual memorized. And if you didnât want the usual, it was like you could read one another���s minds.
Had you overlooked so many signs?
âHey, losers!â it was Bradley Bradshaw, leaning against the doorway of the sliding glass door that led to the backyard, the setting sun washing over the barren yard. His presence interrupted the laughter and hushed conversation shared between Coyote and Phoenix. âCome on, cake time for the birthday girl before we get the movie going.â
Youâd nodded, but your mind was elsewhere. Even as Natasha and Javy reentered your apartment to join everyone else. You were staring off into space, trying to fully comprehend what your friends had said, before you looked to Hangman. Your best friend, your confidant since the day youâd met him (no matter how much of an ass he tended to be), simply waiting for you to speak from across the firepit with a smile on his face.
âHave I really been oblivious?â
âBaby-on-board doesnât tell me about his deep, hidden feelingsâŚbut from what Iâve seen, yes,â Jake laughed, rising to his feet as he looked down at you. âLook, Naiad, youâre my best friend. Hell, youâre basically my little sister. Feelings are scary, I should know, thatâs why I donât do relationships. But you and Bobby boyâŚgod, you two need to just knock that wall down and jump each otherâs bones already.â
Somehow, Hangman always knew what you needed, and in that moment, you really did need a laugh. You shook your head at him, rising to your own feet and taking his now-empty beer bottle from him, tossing his and yours into the outdoor bin.
âThanks, Jake. Sometimes, it seems like you really do have a heart,â
âDonât let the others know that, Iâve got a reputation,â he slung an arm around your shoulder, dragging you back into your own apartment. âAnd please, donât thank me until you two finally get laid.â
It was the perfect night, and there was truly no one else that you wouldâve rathered spend your birthday with than these people that had become more than friends, more than coworkers, but family.
Fanboy and Payback had placed a sad, dollar-store party hat on your head, positioning you at the head of the dining room table. There was a reason they were all Navy pilots, because not a single one of them could sing well, and it reminded you that youâd need to personally apologize to your neighbors the next day for what probably sounded like dying whales in your apartment.
Youâd simply laughed at the groupâs terrible rendition of âHappy Birthday,â watching as Bob and Natasha brought out the large cake they had personally decorated just for you tonight. Youâd slotted yourself into Bobâs side as they sang without a care in the world, leaning your head against him before blowing out your candles to yet another round of applause and cheers. Bob didnât seem to mind, his arm simply winding around your waist and holding you to his side.
Your conversation with Natasha, Javy, and Jake hung in the back of your mind, even as youâd all settled into your small living room to enjoy a movie together after saying a final goodbye to Maverick and Penny for the night. An argument broke out between which of your favorite movies to watch, Beauty and the Beast or The Heat, as you settled onto the loveseat beside Bob, who immediately draped your favorite blanket across both of your laps. Almost unanimously, Beauty and the Beast was chosen, seemingly just to piss off Jake who moaned and groaned that heâd âwatched it enough with youâ before.
It was that conversation with your friends that replayed in your mind halfway through the movie when your hand reached out under the blanket, interlocking your fingers with Bobâs. If he minded, he didnât say, simply allowed it to happen and squeezed your hand back, unaware of the blush stretching across your cheeks just as a similar one crossed his.
And when was was said and done, the clock striking 11 p.m. that night, your friends had all filed out with a final goodbye to you both. And just like that, you and Bob were left alone in the comfort of your own home together again. This time, though, the knowledge that maybe, just maybe, your pining wasnât one-sided was stuck at the forefront of your mind.
Bob washed the dishes in the sink as you dried them, conversing quietly together, stolen looks happening from both sides as you both remained oblivious to the other.
The words were practically hanging off your tongue, and you had to bite them back every time you looked at him and caught him already looking at you. It was your birthday, after all, and if there was one thing you truly wanted to celebrate this day, it was Bob Floyd. You wanted him in every conceivable way, you had since those first few weeks of knowing him, and you knew after the revelations youâd come through tonight with your friends that you could never go back to ignoring your feelings again after tonight.
By the time the clock read 11:30, the dishes were done, and you and Bob both stood quietly in the hallway outside of your bedroom doors, simply looking at one another. The only light flooding the hallway came from the moon shining through the curtains down the hall, but something between you both felt different. Electric. Tense. Charged.
âThank you for everything today,â youâd whispered out, afraid to speak too loudly in the quiet of the night.
âOf courseâŚyou deserved it,â Bobâs answer had been easy, but you could see it. The hesitation at the end, like there was more he wanted to say, but he stopped himself before he could.
You wanted to say more, too. You wanted to profess it all, everything youâd been feeling for months, everything boiling over inside of you. It was dying to come out, dying to know the truth: was this one-sided? Did he feel the same?â
âGoodnight, baby-on-board,â was what you said instead, a small tease woven through your voice.
Heâd laughed lightly, a sound you adored more than you cared to admit.
âGoodnight, Naiad. Happy birthday,â
Sleep didnât come to you. It had been 10, 15, maybe 20 minutes, who knew. But you couldnât sleep, you simply tossed and turned until you were left staring up at your ceiling in the dead of night, wrapped in the blanket that was soft as a feather that Bob had bought you.
Bob. Heâd invaded every single one of your thoughts, not that he was ever NOT in your thoughts, and it was driving you so insane you knew there was no sleeping this off.
Padding back into the kitchen, you left every light off. Instead you stood in the dark, facing your cabinets as you drank a cool glass of water in an attempt to calm yourself down, illuminated only by the lights of the oven and microwave clocks.
âCouldnât sleep?â
Youâd frozen in place, whipping around to see Bob leaning against the doorway of the kitchenâŚshirtless, only in his boxers.
If your throat couldâve gone drier at the sight, it wouldâve. The only saving grace you had was the fact that the lights were off, and you could just barely see the outline of his defined muscles in the darkness. It was then that you suddenly realized you were also standing in the kitchen, across from your almost completely naked roommate, in nothing but a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt of your fatherâs youâd stolen before college.
âY-yeahâŚsomething like that,â
âSame here,â his voice was low, the kind of low that sent a shiver straight down your spine. âI uhâŚI have a lot on my mind.â
The silence between you seemed to stretch on forever. It was like you both knew where this was heading, like you both knew exactly why the other couldnât sleep, but neither of you wanted to breach it, neither of you wanted to be the one to cross the line. Or you wanted to, but neither of you knew how to.
âThat nightâŚwhen I made you dinner,â you broached the topic slowly, unsure of where you were even going with this. You wanted to just tell him, but you didnât know how. âIt wasâŚit was very domestic.â
âIt was,â
âDo you remember it?â
âLike it was yesterday,â
You paused for a moment, watching his outline in the darkness.
âDo youâŚdo you think about it?â
âAll the time,â the way he said it, it was like a weight was lifted off his shoulders the second he let those words leave his lips. âIâŚI think about you all the time.â
That was all you needed. Confirmation, no matter how small, that Bob Floyd did feel the same way for you that youâd felt for him forever. Letting out the breath you didnât even know you were holding, you glanced toward the clock on the oven: 11:58 p.m., and suddenly a burst of confidence flowed through you.
âYou knowâŚitâs still technically my birthday. ThereâsâŚone last gift I really wish Iâd gotten,â
His silhouette seemed to straighten up at your words, before he was across the kitchen in moments. Right in front of you, illuminated by the oven clock light, you could finally see his face just inches before you. His slightly parted lips, those dilated blue eyes you could get lost in for hours. His fingers just barely brushed over the skin on the outer edge of your thighs, and your own breath hitched as he looked down at you.
âWellâŚitâd be wrong not to give the birthday girl what she wants,â there was a slight tremor in his voice, a twinge of nervousness, as if this could all come crashing down on you both with one wrong move. âWhat do you want, Naiad?â
Finally, youâd let what youâd been dying to say finally go tumbling from your lips.
âI just want the WSO I fell in love with months ago to be mineâŚin whatever way heâll let me have him,â
Another word didnât need to be said before Bobâs hands had a hold of your hips, lifting you up onto the counter behind you. A small gasp left your lips at the cold feel of the granite against your bare thighs as your legs spread on instinct, and Bob didnât waste a second in stepping between them and pressing himself to you. Hands gripping your waist and holding you to him, your hands immediately found him, curling around his shoulders and fingers twisting into his hair as he let out a low groan.
The only sound in the kitchen was the sound of both of you panting. You hadnât even kissed, and Bob Floyd had you wrecked beyond compare.
âYou donât understand how long Iâve thought about this, about you,â heâd whispered, almost moaned, lips just barely an inch from your own. âIf Iâd have knownâŚif Iâd have listened to Rooster when he told me you felt the same way-â
âWe were both oblivious,â youâd laughed out, hands tugging on his hair again just to hear that sweet groan flow out of him again. âWeâre here now, though.â
âAnd if you want me to stop, I need you to tell me now,â the grip of one of his hands on your hip tightened while the other moved down to your thigh, fingers splayed across the bare skin. Bob sounded absolutely wrecked, and it sent a burn of desire straight through you to the core. âIf you donât stop me now, if I kiss youâŚIâm not going to be able to stop.â
You let one hand leave his hair, instead curling around his jaw to tilt his lips toward yours.
âGoodâŚbecause I donât want you to stop,â
Your friends had joked that Bob Floyd was probably a timid lover, that his kisses were probably soft, sweet, passionate, but in the most mundane of ways. Maybe they were right, maybe in public, surrounded by others, thatâs how heâd be. But in this moment, with you, the air charged with the anticipation that this had been a long time coming, Bob Floydâs kiss was anything but timid.
He kissed you with passion, with hunger, with red-hot, burning need embedded in every move of his lips against yours. His vice-like grip was sure to leave a mark across your hip bone, or leave the indents of his fingers splayed across your thigh for days to come. There wasnât a single centimeter of space left between you both as Bob pulled you straight into him, his bare chest pressed against your front as you begged him in your own head to just get rid of your shirt already.Â
You held him back just as closely, hand still wound into his hair as the other left his jaw, trailing down his chest to the sculpted body youâd only seen a handful of times, but dreamed about getting your hands on for months now. A low moan left you the second his lips trailed away from your own, trialing down your jawline and to your neck, a slight hiss of pain for just a second leaving your lips as he bit a mark into your skin, one just high enough it would be impossible to hide from your friends at work.
Marking you, claiming you as his. He didnât need to, though; youâd been his long before this moment, he just didnât know it.
âTake me to bed,â youâd just barely managed to whisper out, tugging is lips back to yours. âMake me yours.â
âYou already are,â heâd whispered back before pressing another bruising kiss to your lips. And in a show of incredible strength that flooded your core with another burn of desire, Bob had swept you into his arms, navigating throughout your shared home with precision, before heâd brought you over the threshold of his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him with just his foot.
A night that felt like a dream. That, truly, if not for waking up in Bob Floydâs arms the next morning, youâd have believed it was just another dream of yours.
Sunlight streamed through the crack in Bobâs curtains as youâd opened your eyes, head resting on his bare chest. His thin comforter just barely covered both of your bare bodies, letting the cool, San Diego morning air of the open window ghost over your skin. Bobâs arm was wound around your body, drawing a circle along the skin of your back. You shifted in his arms in order to sit up and fully look at him, that delicious ache in your bones and muscles an indicator that, no, last night wasnât a dream.
âHi,â youâd whispered out the second you had your eyes on him, mirroring the smile he already had on his face as he ran a hand through his messy up hair.
âHi back,â
A giggle escaped you at the deep sound of his voice so early in the morning. You leaned over him, wincing slightly at that ever-present ache in your muscles, grabbing his glasses and slotting them back onto his face with a grin.
âThereâs my handsome pilot-â
âI love you,â heâd murmured, cheeks heating red instantly as another giggle managed to slip past your lips. âI know I said itâŚa thousand times last night, but I had to say it again. I love youâŚIâve loved you for so long, Naiad-â
You cut him off, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. This one differed from all those the night before. Still passionate, but slow. Still needy, but laced with months of hidden love for one another.
âI love you, too,â you muttered back against his lips as you slowly pulled away.
âLet me take you on a date tonight,â heâd immediately said, arms around your waist, tugging you even closer, as if that was possible at this rate. âIâm yours, and youâre mine, but let me do this right. Let me take you out to dinner-â
âLet me stop you right there,â you interrupted, pressing a finger to his lips. âIâm not saying thereâs anything wrong with dinner dates, but Iâd prefer if we do something that we donât already do constantly in our apartment as our first official date.â
Laughter was shared between you both at that comment as Bob nodded his head in agreement.
âAn arcade, then. Thereâs one over on Mission Beach, even has laser tag, and a roller coaster right next to it. Then, my waterbug can run off onto the beach and jump into the ocean like I know sheâll want to,â
My waterbug. His waterbug. It brought another smile to your lips as you leaned in for yet another kiss, a feeling you were sure youâd already grown addicted to.
âAnywhere, anywhere you want. As long as Iâm with you, Bob Floyd,â
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i would love it if you did a fic about bob finally introducing his shyer!girlfriend to the daggers! cute teasing, fluff, all the works <3
unrelated, but would you ever consider making a masterlist?
Hi! Thank you for the ask! And yes, I will be working on a master list soon, it just takes too much work for me to do as of this moment đ. Bear with me yâall! Iâm new at this! Anyway, hereâs the story, hope you donât hate it <3
Bob Floyd x Shy!Girlfriend Reader
âNo.â
âSweetheart.â
âAbsolutely not, Robert.â
Bob sighed, leaning against the door while he watched you comb your hair. Heâd brought up the idea heâd been toying with all day, only to get the answer he suspected he was going to get from you.
âHoney, it wonât be horrible. Look, the squad wants to meet you, and I want to introduce you to them."
He's hard to resist, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes of his. You understood his reasoning, but the idea of being surrounded on the beach with a bunch of cocky aviators...well, that was something you didn't really like the idea of.
You groan, looking at his reflection in the mirror before fully turning to face him. You give him a pouty look, one that makes him come forward and hold your face in his hands. "They're not gonna like me." You say, muffled from the way your cheeks are squished in his hold.
"Yes they will." He says.
"I'm boring."
"Your the most interesting thing in the world, honey."
He was always so sweet with his words, he calms your nerves every time. You know it means something to him to have his squad know who his girl is, so you try and be brave, pushing your worry out of your mind. You smile reassuringly. "Okay." You say. "It's a date."
Bob smiles, leaning down to kiss your lips, then your forehead. "It'll be a good day, I promise."
As you get into his bed, surrounded by the scent of him, he pulls you closer. "Maybe then they'll stop saying I'll never get laid." He states, making you look at him with disbelief.
"What, are we in middle school?" You ask.
He lightly chuckles. "You're gonna see the level of immaturity these guys have on Saturday, then you'll understand."
And when Saturday came, you gripped onto his hand like your life depended on it. You wore a white baby doll dress over your bikini, your sandals in your hand as you walked across the sand. As the two of you come closer, you see the group of pilots all gathered, setting up camp.
"Well, look who showed up." One of them call out as you come to join them.
You immediately blush at the amount of eyes on you They all look you over, almost like they were detectives and you were a case they needed to crack. You get introduced to them and quickly come to learn just what Bob meant, this group of the best fighter pilots in North America were no better than kids.
"I uh, I brought some snacks if y'all want some." You say, laying out multiple floral tupperware containers that were filled with homemade goods. Immediately, the boys were on it, fighting over who got what. They reminded you of seagulls.
Natasha, who was the most excited to meet the girl who Bob spoke about non stop, is yelling at the boys to mind their manners. "You wouldn't even think they were functioning adults." She jokes, making you smile.
You wait till the last minute to take your cover off, looking at the well built bodies around you made you retreat to modesty as a defense. You didn't put on your usual bathing suit because Bob said you should wear his favorite one. One that showed more skin, one that drew more attention to you. Stupidly, you agreed with him and put it on. You regret that decision now.
"Aren't you hot?" Nat asks as she pulls her tank top off.
"Oh no, I'm good." You say, giving her an awkward smile and then dig in your bag for the bottle of sunscreen.
You didn't really think it'd be embarrassing to pursue the routine you always have with Bob when you come to the beach, so as he, Hangman, Coyote and Rooster stand, talking about something way above your pay grade, you come to Bob's side. You try not to interrupt their conversation, but words slowly start to slow and they get distracted by the way you pull Bob's glasses off his face. You squirt some of the sunscreen out and into your hands, then you gently apply it to his face. The three others stop and watch, faces full of amusement as you make sure he has an even coverage. Bob doesn't mind, he was never one to be embarrassed of the loving acts you do for him, so you find it strange when you turn around and see the guys watching you.
"That's awfully sweet of you." Coyote comments, and you make the mistake of taking him literally.
"Bob, do you get your mom to fly in and do it for you when she's not around or do you just risk the sunburn?" Hangman teases, making the other two laugh.
You look at the tall aviator. "Sunscreens important, Jake, do you need some? I could help you with it or I'm sure your boyfriend here could do it for you." You say, motioning to Coyote.
Rooster bursts with laughter, wheezing at the joke you make, and behind you, Bob stands with a proud and smug look on his face.
Jake fumbles with his words, in disbelief that youâre being outspoken.
Back at your beach blanket, you clip your hair up and look around, making sure no eyes were directly on you as you pull your dress off and drop it into your bag. Any previous jokes that some of the boys made about Bob finding a goody-two-shoes for a girlfriend, are immediately regretted when they see how great you look in a bikini.
Payback looks ultimately confused. "Anyone else wondering how Baby on Board gets to sleep with a girl like that?" He asks out of ear shot from you.
"Probably because he's not a total dick like you are." Nat suggests.
"Bobby?" You get his attention as you lay on the blanket, holding up the sunscreen, silently asking him to get your back so you can tan for awhile.
At the sound of the name, some of the boys laugh, making you blush.
"Hey, Bobby, will you get my back next?" Fanboy teases, making Bob glare as he sits beside you. "Did he just glare at me?" He asks, in utter disbelief that Bob was capable of it.
Bob undoes the back of your suit, gently running his hands over your bare skin. "Are you good here for awhile? We're gonna play a game of dog fight football." He asks.
You turn your head to look at him. "I'll survive."
He ties your suit back together, then meets your lips as you lean up to kiss him.
It was peaceful, laying and watching the aviators goof around, running up and down the beach. You had no idea that the questions being asked between plays were all about you.
"What'd you do in order to win her over?" Rooster asks, grunting as he throws the football.
"I'm still trying to figure that out." Bob huffs, blocking Fanboy so he can't intercept.
"She's cute, doesn't talk much though." Fanboy adds.
"She does, just not to people she barely knows." Bob defends.
As Hangman runs by, he pauses. "Be honest with us, Bobby, you ever get bored of her?"
Bob looks at him like he's crazy. "Never. One of these days, Hangman, you'll learn that crazy bar girls don't make girlfriends. Maybe my girl's shy but she's a whole lot better than whatever new girl you can't make stick around."
The ones around them laugh at Hangman getting called out for the second time today.
"Jokes aside." Rooster says. "I'm happy for you, man, she seems good to you."
Bob looks back at you lazily reading a book, your feet kicking back and fourth in the air behind you. "Yeah, I really like her...actually I'm gonna ask her to move in."
They all gasp.
"We'll say a prayer for you man." Coyote shakes his head.
At some point, you had rolled onto you back and let your hair down, sunglasses on your face as you rest your eyes. Though, your sun is covered by a shadow after a while. You open our eyes, gazing up at the man who's standing above you. You prop yourself up on your elbows.
"Hi." You grin, watching as Bob pulls his sweaty shirt off, revealing his toned upper body. You move your sunglasses down your nose to get a better look, then take them off entirely.
"Hey, you ready to go into the water?" He asks, making you shake your head.
"I'm good on dry land, sailor."
Bob gives you a smirk. "Now, that's just not going to do."
"I'm okay here, Bobby, go have fun with your squad, they're already in the water." You say.
"So you want me to join them and leave you here?" He asks, making you nod in agreement.
He hums, pausing before leaning down and scooping you into his arms. You gasp, flailing in his hold but his grip is too strong. "Bobby, no! Put me down!"
"Not a chance."
You form a death grip, arms holding tightly around his neck as he makes it to the water with you. "Don't do this." You laugh loudly.
"Are you ready?" He asks.
"No! Bobby!"
He loosens his grip, pretending to drop you, making you yell and tighten your grip around him even more. The dagger squad starts chanting âoverboardâ, and you feel the cool water slosh up against you as Bob walks further in.
âBobby!â
âOne.â
âNo, baby, please.â
âTwo.â
âRobert Floyd!â
âThree!â
He falls sideways into the water with you, making you sink under before you pop back up, wiping your eyes. You canât help but laugh, splashing him as he pops up in front of you.
âI canât believe you.â You say, wrapping your arms around him.
He grins boyishly. âSorry, honey.â
The squad watches as the two of you swim beside each other.
âSoâŚBob is getting laid.â Coyote says.
âHeâs the only one who is.â Rooster adds.
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m.list - jake 'hangman' seresin



thoughts: #let's talk about hangman !!
fics:
spring fling (series)
hungman
pizza box puzzle pieces
sun-kissed
blurbs:
rooster x reader x hangman | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
surprising jake for christmas
outlaw!hangman
living on a ranch with hangman
being feral for hangman
jake + clingy!reader
personal trainer!jake
vampire!hangman
hangman + casual dominance
hangman's dirty talk
waxing jake's chest
jake's skincare routine is longer than your own
jealous!hangman
hangman is shy around you | 2
hangman likes proving you're his
hangman + rivals to lovers
dbf!hangman | 2 | 3
drunk!hangman
jake x pregnant!reader
jake x bradshaw!reader
showering with jake
the dagger squad as mechanics
cuddling with the top gun pilots
jake with a secret wife
whipped!hangman
jake x shy!reader
booktok with husband!hangman
jake buying you flowers
bathing with jake
hangman x florist!reader
hangman's gf has a bonfire with the dagger squad
hangman comforts you after a botched haircut
top gun x criminal minds crossover
ceo!hangman
hangman corrals his drunk girlfriend
you wear jake's cowboy hat
hangman + dumbification
hangman doesn't recognize you with your new hair
hooking up with hangman
jake lets you into the bar's bathroom
jake taking you in the locker room
you're hangman's girl
decorating jake's car
asking jake to leave while you change
hangman alphabet: N O P
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Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x Reader
Bouquets & Barbecues
warnings: none, more of Jake being a sweetheart
summary: just Maverick being a little over protecting with his daughter and Jake being cute as always
a/n: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LENGUAGE so feel free to correct me if thereâs anything wrong :)
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For the end of summer and to take a break from work worries, Dad had organized a barbecue in our backyard, inviting everyone: the Dagger Squad, Penny and Amelia, and even Hondo and Cyclone. Everyone was supposed to bring snacks and drinks, while Dad took charge of the meat. But he seemed to have gotten a little carried away, buying enough to feed every football team on the coast.
âDad, are you feeding the Daggers or the entire Arctic Circle?â I asked as I arrived in the backyard with the cooler.
âHave you seen how those guys eat?â Dad replied, firing up the grill. âJust Rooster and Hangman alone will eat half of this. Speaking of HangmanâŚâ
âDad,â I sighed, placing my hands on my hips, âIâm not a little girl anymore. Iâm too old for this.â
âNo matter how old you are, youâll always be my little girl,â Dad said, walking over and kissing my forehead. âSeresin better never hurt you, or Iâll have six confirmed kills in the air.â
âI think he got the message after all the extra drills youâve made him do on base.â
âAfter seeing him make out with my daughter on my front porch, can you blame me?â he added, shaking his head. âI still need to have a serious talk with him.â
âStop, Dad,â I replied, covering my face with my hand in embarrassment.
He just laughed as I walked back into the house. Moments later, I heard the doorbell. The gang was starting to arrive.
âIâm here!â Rooster shouted, barging in like he owned the place, with Phoenix and Payback right behind him.
âCome on in, guys. Dadâs out back,â I said, giving Nat a quick hug and putting the drinks in the fridge. âHe bought enough meat to last us all fall.â
âYour old man promised to host the best barbecue of the summer,â Payback said, accepting a beer Rooster handed him.
We all headed to the backyard, and it quickly started filling up. Everyone had arrivedâexcept Jake. I was starting to feel nervous, knowing it was only a matter of time before Rooster and Dad started teasing me.
âPunctuality doesnât seem to be his strong suit,â Dad commented, handing me a plate of sausages.
âCome on, Dad, itâs just a regular Saturday, not a base training session,â I replied, pretending not to care. Hangman better show up soon.
âYouâre wrong, sweetheart. Itâs not just any Saturday,â Dad said, pulling up a chair and sitting beside me. âItâs the first time Iâve invited everyone to eat at my house. And if Iâm not mistaken, Hangman is dating his trainerâs daughter.â
âI told you heâs just another idiot,â Rooster chimed in, sitting on my other side and trapping me between the two pilots.
âYou too?â I asked, rolling my eyes.
âIâm just making sure no one breaks Baby Mavâs heart,â he replied in a baby voice, pinching my cheeks.
âGet off me,â I laughed, playfully pushing him away. Just then, the doorbell rang. Saved by the bell.
I rushed to the door and found Jake on the other side, flashing his charming smile. He was wearing khaki shorts, a casual navy blue shirt, his signature aviator sunglasses, and his hair was slightly messier than usualâno gel today.
âHey, you, Seresin,â I greeted him with a quick kiss. âYou had me worried. I thought you werenât coming, and Iâd have to endure Dad and Rooster lecturing me all afternoon.â
âIâd never stand you up, darling,â he said, placing one hand on my waist and pulling me closer. I noticed his other hand was behind his back, and next to him was a small cooler, likely filled with beer. âI was just running late picking these up for you.â
From behind his back, he revealed a beautiful bouquet of gardenias and lilies in various shades.
âTheyâre gorgeous,â I said, taking them in my hands. âThank you, honey. You didnât have to.â
This time, he placed both hands on my hips, rubbing them affectionately, and pulled me into a tender yet passionate kiss. We were interrupted by a fake cough behind me.
âWatch those hands, Seresin,â Dad said, standing there with Rooster, both wearing their overprotective hawk stares.
âYouâre late, Bagman,â Rooster added, stepping forward to grab the cooler from the ground.
âDamn, Chicken, youâre annoying even off duty,â Jake sighed, shaking his head and guiding me inside the house, his hand never leaving my waist while he used the other to close the door. As we walked through the kitchen, I quickly placed the flowers in a vase with fresh water.
âThanks for the invite, Mav,â Jake said, smiling politely.
âAll pilots are welcome here,â Dad replied with a nod toward the backyard, âbut how you treat my daughter will determine how welcome you really are. Donât forget whoâs in charge.â
âYou have my word, Mav. I only have the best intentionsâŚâ Jake started, but I quickly cut him off.
âEnough, both of you. This is so embarrassing,â I muttered, shaking my head at them. âLetâs just eat before the food gets cold.â
âLead the way, my lady,â Jake said with a tight-lipped smile, walking behind me while Dad chuckled, crossing his arms.
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secret wife
pairing: Bob Floyd x fem!reader
warnings: none, all fluff
summary: When you go to pick up Bob at the base the dagger squad finds out that Bob's been keeping a wife from them.
word count: 1k
A/N: Thanks for 3k followers!
Bob pulled his phone out of his locker as the guys all piled into the locker room behind him. There was a text from you awaiting Bob.Â
Iâm waiting in the lobby for you. Donât take too long. xoxo
âDid you guys see the hot girl in the lobby?â Coyote asked as he walked into the locker room. Bob smirked to himself as he started to take off his flight suit.Â
âWho do you think she is?â Fanboy pondered.Â
âI was gonna find out after we got changed,â Rooster said.Â
âDonât bother. Bet sheâs a recruitâs girlfriend,â Payback suggested.Â
âWho do you think?â Asked Hangman.Â
âI donât know,â Payback responded. âBut I know what a woman in love looks like.â
âI donât believe that,â Hangman teased Payback.Â
âIâm married,â Payback pointed out.Â
âSo you tell us, but weâve never seen your wife,â Rooster taunted.Â
âHer picture is on my dash,â Payback said.Â
âCould be anyone,â Fanboy joined in.Â
âYouâve met her, Fanboy,â Payback said.Â
âYou canât prove anything,â Fanboy teased. Bob was quietly enjoying the conversation as he grabbed the rest of his things. He slipped his bag over his shoulders and closed his locker.Â
âSee yâall tomorrow,â Bob said as he headed out to meet you in the lobby. When he rounded the corner his smile widened as you stood to greet him. You were wearing paint stained jeans and an old t-shirt that used to be Bobâs, but it had been years since that was true. It was yours now, just like he was.Â
âYou changed out of the flight suit,â you said forlornly when Bob walked up.Â
âIt was all sweaty, angel,â Bob told you.
âI wanted to take it off you though,â you whined. Bob gave you a cheeky grin.Â
âYou want me to put on the white uniform when I get home?â Bob offered. He leaned down and kissed you tenderly before you could answer.Â
âThe hot girl is your girlfriend?â Hangman practically shouted from behind Bob. He turned over his shoulder to see the whole squad watching the two of you.Â
âWife, actually,â Bob said. âBeen meaning to introduce ya.âÂ
âYou didnât say you have a wife!â Phoenix exclaimed.Â
âDidnât come up,â Bob said. âWeâve only known each other for a month.â Everyone gawked at Bob, thinking a month was plenty of time to let your friends know you have a wife.Â
âHe likes to keep me protected from his work,â you piped in when Bob failed to explain himself. Bob wound his fingers between yours. He lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.Â
âWhatâs your name?â Phoenix asked.Â
âY/N,â you told her.Â
âI canât believe you didnât tell me,â Phoenix murmured. You could hear in her voice that she felt betrayed by Bob. You knew he wouldnât notice though. You wanted to stop him from hurting her more.
âI keep my ring on my dog tags,â Bob said, pulling them up from his shirt to prove it.Â
âI thought it was your dadâs,â Phoenix told him. âYou always talk about him.âÂ
âBobbyâs told me a lot about you,â you interjected. âI was hoping you would have dinner with us. Iâd like to make the pilot who saved my Bobby a good meal.â Phoenix met your eye and you gave her a warm smile. She gave a tiny nod and smiled back.Â
âIâd love to, maâam,â Phoenix said.Â
âIâm her wingman,â Rooster called. âCould say that I kept Bobby safe too.â Bob blushed brightly.Â
âPayback and I were on the mission,â Fanboy said.
âI saved Bobâs wingman,â Hangman added. You looked up at Bob in question.Â
âThey know youâre the one who makes my lunches now,â Bob said. You giggled. You always made Bob his lunches. When he was deployed he didnât get good home cooked meals, so you made sure he had them three times a day when he was home with you.Â
âWell, some of you might have to sit on the couch, but Iâd be happy to cook for my husbandâs friends,â you said. Â
âI canât believe that baby on board has a wife and you donât even have a girlfriend,â Hangman teased Rooster.Â
âYou donât either,â Rooster spit back.Â
âNo woman can hold me down,â Hangman joked.Â
âHeâs the one your sister would like, right?â You asked, trying to keep your voice quiet.Â
âYouâve got a sister?â Hangman called out.Â
âYeah,â Bob said. âAnd Iâm quite sure she could hold you down if she wanted.â Hangmanâs eyes widened. You chuckled.Â
âYouâre going to set him up with your sister?â Rooster complained.Â
âThatâs y/nâs scheme. She wants my sister to live near us,â Bob explained.Â
âSheâs funnier than you, Bobby,â you said.Â
âYou do spend a lot of time laughing at me together,â Bob teased. He didnât really mind though. Everytime he had come home to find you and his sister in tears from laughing so hard it had made him even more sure that heâd chosen the right person to marry.Â
âWell, when do I get to meet her?â Hangman asked, a wide smirk on his face.Â
âIâll have her come over for dinner with all of you,â you said. âNext Sunday at 6:00. Donât be late,â you told them. Then you tugged on Bobâs hand, signaling you wanted to go home.Â
âBye, guys,â Bob said. âSee ya in the morning.â With that he slung his arm around your shoulders and led you out of the base.Â
âI canât believe Bob didnât tell us he has a wife,â Payback muttered.Â
âI canât believe Hangmanâs the first choice for his sister,â Fanboy said.Â
âWhy not? You think Bob wants to be related to any of you?â Hangman asked proudly. Rooster snorted.Â
âYes. I would have thought heâd want any of us before you.â Â
A/N: There is a part two of the dinner now available
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Drunk on You (Bob Floyd x Reader)
DESCRIPTION: Bob rarely drinks. But after losing a bet with Phoenix, he ends up downing five drinks of her choiceânone of them realizing just how absurdly strong they are. Leaving you to take care of your sweet and very drunken boyfriend as he fights for his life. WORD COUNT: 3.3k WARNINGS: Drinking/Accidental Drunkenness, Cussing
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Friday nights were reserved for drunken pool games at The Hard Deck with Y/nâs favorite squad of pilots. But by the end of the week, she was exhausted. Work, for some reason, had been a much bigger load to bear. People were just much more forgetful, rude, and critical this week, leaving her to pick up the pieces. She just wanted to stay in, maybe watch a movie, and sleep.Â
When she told her boyfriend, Bob, this over the phone, he immediately stepped in. âDo you want me to stay back with you? I know youâve had a hard week.â He said sweetly.Â
She shook her head, âNo, youâre all good. If you wanna swing by after, go ahead though.â She reassured. Though sheâd love to just lie in bed with Bob, and hold each other till they were fast asleep and drooling. The TV always ended up playing the âcontinue watching?â screen.
âOkay, I shouldnât be out too late. Might have a few drinks because I lost a bet to Phoenix.â He said, sighing.Â
That made her chuckle. She was not surprised by that in the slightest. Bob wasnât a huge drinker. Heâd have a beer every once and a while and call it a night. But that just made it easier for the dagger squad to have leverage against him.Â
âThatâs fine. Be safe.â She said into the phone
âI always am.â
Well, it was 11 PM. She was in the middle of her millionth Friends rewatch, and she was bored out of her mind. Maybe she shouldâve gone to Hard Deck. She took a handful of popcorn and shoved it in her mouth.Â
Then her phone rang. Caller ID: Chicken. Obviously, her screen name for Rooster. Her brows furrowed, but she shrugged as she reached for her phone. It was probably going to be just him grumbling about how she didnât come out and how much fun she was missing. She pressed the green answer button.
âHello?âÂ
âHey, Y/n- Uh- Weâve got a situation,â Rooster said over the speaker.
Oh god. What happened? A million different possibilities played through her mind. Did Bob get hurt? Did someone hit on him? Did he die in some freak accident? There were too many âsituationsâ that this could be. And it was only 11 PM.
âWhat do you mean?â She asked worriedly.
âIS THAT Y/N?â A familiar voice echoed faintly in the back⌠Was that?
âBud, go- go sit in Jakeâs truck.â Rooster said off to the side, âSo, Phoenix brought this new daiquiri seltzer thing for Bob to drink as part of their bet. And neither of them realized it had a 70% alcohol content.â He sounded like he was wincing, as if waiting to hear her yell at him.Â
âJesus Christ! Is he okay?â She asked, more worried than anything else.
âYeah, he only had a couple, but for a guy who barely drinks⌠Heâs pretty gone. We were talking about having him just stay at my place, but we didnât know if you guys had plans.âÂ
She immediately jumped into action, âBring him to mine. He has a bunch of his stuff here.â She said firmly. âHowâs Phoenix? Does she need anything?â
âSheâs fine. She had a lot less. Weâre getting Bob water, then weâll be on our way.â
âAlrighty. Sounds good.â
She hung up the phone and started prepping for his arrival. Usually, it was the other way around. On a crazy Friday night, it was Bob taking care of her drunken mess. So even though she was tired, she wasnât mad. Itâs not like he had planned on this.Â
She grabbed a bunch of plastic water bottles and put them on her bedside table. There were some extra clothes he kept in a drawer in her closet. She loved that drawer. She loved the fact that it existed. That he felt comfortable enough dating her to leave his things there.
Ibuprofen for when he was hungover the next day. Snacks for if he needed something to soak everything up. And an extra blanket for if he got the chills.
Yeah, it was safe to say that she was very experienced in being dysfunctionally drunk⌠Was that a problem? She dusted her hands off. Oh well, it just meant that she knew exactly how to take care of Bob, who was probably getting his world fucking rocked.
A knock on the door broke her out of her thoughts, and she ran over to open it. When she did, she found a sober Hangman and Rooster holding up a disheveled Bob. His glasses were crooked on his face, and his typically tidy hair was pushed back and standing up. A red drunken flush crossed his cheeks. She had never seen him so wrecked.Â
âHey, party animals,â She said, trying to keep the atmosphere light, letting them in.Â
âHey⌠Sorry to crash your night in.â Rooster said with a guilty expression.Â
âOh, itâs no problem. This is kind of an emergency.â
Meanwhile, Bob looked up at Hangman with a hazy smile. âThatâs my girlfriend.â He slurred, nodding proudly. She broke into a smile.
Hangman nodded, pretending to be entertained, âYeah, buddy. Very astute.â He dropped his smile and looked over at her, âHe has not shut up about you, all freaking night.âÂ
She gave a smile that said âawwwâ. Poor Bob. Even in his inebriated state, he was still thinking about her.Â
âWhere do you want us to put him?â Rooster asked, still holding onto Bob, who looked like he was doing his best to be present⌠but failing.Â
âHere, weâll take him to my room.â She said, leading them in.
After they got Bob lying on the bed, she walked them to the door. The two lieutenants walked out with their tails between their legs, saying their sorrys. She tried to reassure them that it was completely fine. But they were good guys. It was clear they felt bad for crashing her night, and also probably for not reading the tiny wording on the front of the bottle.
She walked back into her bedroom to find Bob lying on top of the blankets. His cheek pressed up against the pillow, and his legs sprawled out.Â
âBaby⌠Iâm drunk.â He cried out.
That made her heart hurt. She knew he didnât like to drink very much. That he didnât like the feeling of it. She walked over to the bed and gently sat by his feet. Reaching out to hold his ankle.Â
âI know. I can see that. Letâs get you out of this uniform and into something comfy.â Her voice was softer than normal.
He nodded, slowly blinking. She moved over to the floor and knelt by his face so she could take his glasses off. The wire frames were currently being crushed between his face and the bed. She reached out to grab the arms of it, and he sighed just looking at her.
âMy god, youâre so pretty.â He slurred. His blue eyes looked up at her. Pupils huge enough that she could see her reflection in them. âDonât- Donât take my glasses off. I wanna see my pretty girl.â
She couldnât help the smile that grew on her face. Taking care of Bob really wasnât bad at all. âThank you. But youâre crushing your glasses. The arms might get all bent.â
His eyes widened in understanding. âOh yeah.â He said, sitting up clumsily to avoid that. His body swayed, as if he were sitting on a ship.Â
She stood back up and gently took the glasses off his face. He looked up at her with his big doe eyes. After some admiring, he reached out his arms and looked up at her, as if asking for permission. She chuckled and walked in between his legs so he could wrap his arms around her waist. His face pressed up against her stomach. âI missed you. I just wanted to go home.â
She stretched over and put his glasses on the bedside table before hugging him back and scratching the back of his head. He let out a shaky exhale at that. It made her heart skip a beat that he called her house âhomeâ. Or maybe it wasnât the house. Maybe she was his home.Â
âYeah, I know. Weâre gonna get you sober soon.â She reassured. She left his arms and grabbed the shirt and boxers that she had picked out and left on the dresser. Returning to him, sitting obediently on the bed, she began to unbutton his khaki shirt.Â
He giggled, âI always- I always like it when you do that.â He stammered while squinting his eyes, as if he was trying to get the best view of her without his glasses.Â
âI know you do. But tonight weâre just sleeping, mister.â She teasedÂ
âThatâs my favorite.â He said, happily nodding as she took off the overshirt.
âArms up for me, baby.â She said, and he did it, letting her slip the white T-shirt underneath over his head, âYouâre a very easy drunk to take care of.â She commented.
He smiled to himself as she helped him put on the old Lemoore Union High School shirt he used for pajamas. âI-I donât wanna make your week worse.â He admitted softly.
Oh yeah. The horrible week had slipped her mind. She had told him so so many times over the phone about it in the past few days. There were a few times sheâd sniffle and tear up on their phone calls, out of frustration built up. And heâd always try and be right over because that was just Bob. He never wanted to see his girl upset.
And it was clear he was worried about upsetting her right then.
âBob, any time I spend with you is the best part of my week.â She said truthfully, âThis included.â She kissed his head, and he closed his eyes, just letting himself feel the bliss for a moment.
After Bob was done changing into some fresher boxers, she had him sit up against the bed frame. She handed him a water bottle, which he accepted eagerly.
âDonât drink too fast or youâll throw up.â She said, âYouâve seen me do it.âÂ
He chuckled at that and took a slow sip of water. She crawled onto the bed and sat next to him, checking her phone and reading the group texts from Rooster and Hangman teasing everybody about the night.Â
Chicken: Well, thatâs the last time Phoenix ever brings a drink to the function. Jesus Christ.
Bagman: Will send all blackmail here in the morning so it hits you harder hungover. Take a shot every time Bob talks about his girlfriend in the videos.
âYou are so pretty, Y/n.â
She turned her attention back to him, âYouâve said that quite a lot tonight.â She said, raising her brows. The constant repeats made her wonder what exactly he was saying to Hangman all night.Â
âYou should- you should be a model.â He hiccuped, âLike those girls on Hangmanâs w-all.âÂ
The water had given him a bad case of the hiccups, but he seemed just eager to talk to her now with a little more energy.
She furrowed her brows and smirked. âWho are the girls on Hangmanâs wall?â
He closed his eyes and nodded at nothing. âWhen we share a stateroom, heâs got these big p-osters. With- with these ladies on it.âÂ
She was trying to stifle her laugh as he talked with his eyes closed.Â
âAnd theyâre all in like red bikinis on the beach or- or on the American flag⌠I donât think thatâs allowed.â He said, sadly shaking his head, which made her laugh out loud. She couldnât hold it in at what looked like his genuine disappointment about a violation of The Flag Code.Â
He blinked his eyes open at her laugh. His favorite sound in the whole world. A bashful look went over his face. âBut none of them are prettier than you.â
âYouâre crazy, baby. Thank you. Maybe at some point Iâll do a photoshoot like that and print you a poster.â She offered.
His eyes practically bugged out of his head at the thought. A surprised cough came from his throat as he pointed up to the ceiling. âBut I-IIIIIII wouldnât put it on the bunk wall. Thatâs just for me.â He said, nodding and leaning over so he could lie in her lap. Even though the subject matter was scandalous, he wasnât touchy. He wasnât trying to start anything. He just wanted to spend this horribly sloshed time with his girl.Â
âOh, thatâs just for you?â She repeated, teasingly looking down at him, as she brushed her fingers through his hair. He looked up at her with half-lidded eyes. âHow are you feeling? Are you feeling dizzy? Thirsty? Hungry?â  Â
He shook his head. âI feel better. Iâm gonna feel bad tomorrow though.â He groaned.
She nodded, âBut thatâs why Iâm here. Iâm gonna make us breakfast, and get you lots of water and ibuprofen.â She sang softly.
The blissed smile returned to his face. âYouâre an angel. A literal angel.â He reached out and held her hand.Â
She squeezed his hand back. âWhat even happened? What was the bet?âÂ
He groaned again. His face crumpling up and it was simply adorable. âSo, so thereâs this strike weâre training for. And- and the target is like⌠Itâs likeâŚâ
She did her best to seem attentive and listen, but she was fighting the urge to smile. Playing with his messed-up sandy blonde hair between her fingers, she found it interesting how he struggled to speak. Usually, when he explained missions to her, he was able to explain it straight to the point⌠Not tonight.Â
âThe target is like⌠super duper tiny. And I was like, heyyyy no problem. Nooooo problem for Bob. No, no.â He said, giggling to himself in her lap, âBut Phoenix said I couldnât do it. And I was like- thatâs mean.â
âSo you bet that you could do it.â She finished his story.
He nodded, âMmmhmm, I-I bet that I could do it first try. Which was stupid. And my punishment was drinking 5 drinks of Phoenixâs choice.âÂ
âWhyâd she choose that one?â She asked curiously
âLOOK!â He said suddenly, very loudly with his eyes shot open, which made her laugh, âSheee thought that she was doing me a favor. She had heard that this brand tasted like juice. So itâd be easier for me, ya know.âÂ
She nodded, listening. It was sweet that he was still defending his pilot. Even though he was absolutely wrecked, he wasnât angry at Phoenix.Â
âAnd it did. It tasted like strawberry juice. Like your favorite. But the percentage was so high.â Bob whined, âPer can.âÂ
â70% per CAN? These were canned drinks?â She groaned
He nodded, clearly regretting. âNot fun. Not fun at all.â
After a little bit of just talking, he started drifting off on her lap. She gently moved him off of her, just so she could lie down next to him. He grumbled, but he was too exhausted and dizzy to protest. She tucked him in under the blanket and turned off the bedside lamp.Â
When she shifted onto her side, she felt Bob scooch over and wrap his arms around her. He squeezed her against him like a teddy bear, looking for comfort. She sighed, relaxed, and smiled to herself. She did a good job. Heâs gonna be just fine.
The next morning, Bob woke up with a loud groan. His head felt like it was being split open with an axe. Sitting up, he looked around dazed and blind for a second before remembering that he was in his girlfriendâs bedroom. He reached for his glasses on the bedside table, putting them on.Â
He found a sticky note next to a water bottle and painkillers,Â
âPicking up eggs for breakfast. Drink the water and ibuprofen⌠Donât throw up in bed, please :)âÂ
He did so. He chugged the water and threw back the pills now that his stomach wasnât as sensitive. A queasy feeling took over him, but he was used to it. He flew jets after all, so nausea didnât often get him to throw up. After some deep breaths, the feeling subsided.
After that, he checked his phone to see that the group chat had blown up.Â
The most recent messages were from 2 AM, and it was a picture of Phoenix passed out on Roosterâs couch. A blanket draped over her as her mouth hung open with a little drool on her chin.
Rooster: Get this woman her car keys.
A groan mixed with a laugh escaped him right as Y/n walked in.Â
âMorning, baby. Howâs the hangover?âÂ
God, he was so glad to see her. He was so happy to be in his girlfriendâs room, and not on Roosterâs couch.
âBad. So bad.â He sighed, rubbing his face.
âYou feeling good enough to eat? Iâm gonna just make some quick eggs and toast.â
With a tired nod, he got out of bed. He walked over to her and silently wrapped his arms around her. âYes, please.â He rested his chin on top of her head. âThank you for taking care of me.âÂ
She sighed into his neck. âAny time⌠Youâre always taking care of me when Iâm drunk anyway. Itâs about time I redid the favor.â She chuckled.
A little bit later, they sat at her kitchen counter, eating their eggs and toast. Bob picked at his slowly, wary of making himself sick. She had her phone out and scrolled through the various videos Hangman sent. Starting from the beginning of the night, there was a video of a sober Bob sitting in a booth and looking at the camera with dread.
âMy name is Bob Floyd. And this video is to document that Natasha Trace was completely and utterly right.â He said before opening a white can with a strawberry label and cheering it to the camera.
The next video was Bob, a little gone, but not as bad as the state she saw him in. âMy name is Robert. And- and Iâm three drinks in⌠These are kinda strong, Hangman.â He burped.
âTheyâre the most girly drink she could find, Bob,â Hangman said off-camera.
âAnyway. I miss my girlfriend, and I wanna go home.â He said before taking a sip of his fourth can.
The last video was chaotic and shaky footage of Bob being helped into Hangmanâs truck. In the background, they could hear Rooster on the phone with her. He scooched in and lay across the back seat. âWhereâs Y/n? How come sheâs not here?â He asked confused, making her laugh as she watched back the footage. Bob couldnât even watch it; he just groaned, listening to the audio.
âSheâs at home. Weâre taking you to her, I think.â Hangman said.
âI love her so much.â He slurred, âIâm gonna- âm gonna marry that girl. Sheâs so smart. And so pretty.âÂ
She gasped and laughed out loud watching that back. Bobâs eyes shot open. He said that?!Â
Hangman turned the camera to himself, revealing a monotone expression. He looked pissed off before turning the camera back to show Bob again.Â
âHangman, whereâs my phone? I- I wanna call her.â
âI have it so you donât, dumbass.âÂ
Then the recording ended, and she looked over at Bob, who had his head in his hands.Â
âYouâre so sweet.â She said, leaning over to poke at his shoulder
âI hope you know that Iâd say it all again sober.â He said nervously. He didnât want her to think that it was just a drunk accident. All of what he said was true; he just didnât say it so pointedly all the time. Some liquid convincing just made all his feelings burst out.
âI know.â She said confidently, âI love you, too.â
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Hello again!! Back with another request because you blew the first one out of the park đ this time could it be reader is a pilot and best friends with both Rooster and Hangman but theyâve been at each otherâs throats lately so she decides to get the rest of the group in on a fainting prank she pulls on the two of them to force them to work together just fluffy worried boys
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Hangman x Rooster x Reader
âYou know next time I want a stupid opinion, Iâll ask for your input,â Rooster spits. The insult slapping Hangman as if it were Roosterâs hand.
âYou know Iâm right,â Hangman spits back. âYouâre being reckless and youâre gonna get someone killed. Focus or get the fuck out of the pilotâs seat. You donât need to be like your daddy you know.â
âThe fuck did you say to me?â Rooster asks, getting in Hangmanâs face.
âWoah, woah, hey,â you say, standing between them and holding a palm on each of their chests. âCalm the fuck down.â
âTell him to calm down,â Hangman tells you.
âTell him to watch his mouth,â Rooster counters.
These two handsome idiots are your best friends, the best youâd had in a very long time. So to see them arguing for the past two weeks had hurt more than anything.
Theyâd bicker about everything and anything. Yesterday, it was the fact that Rooster was breathing too close to Hangmanâs ear at Hard Deck. The day before that, Hangmanâs big mouth said something about Roosterâs dad and how flying with Maverick could get Rooster in the same predicament his dad didâdead.
âJust go take a walk,â you tell them. âBoth of you.â
They mutter something under their breathes but they walk away.
âWe need to do something about those two,â Phoenix tells you, wrapping and arm over your shoulders.
âYou wanna make them box it all out?â Coyote asks.
âNah, letâs make them drink their livers away and then make them fight,â Fanboy suggests.
âThose are terrible ideas,â you laugh.
âMaybe theyâll come together if something happens to you,â you hear Bob say quietly.
âWhat was that Bobby?â You ask.
The pilot turns red, looking anywhere but at you before clearing his throat and repeating, âMaybe theyâll come together if something happens to you. You know? If you get hurt?â
You rub your temple, thinking for a second before smiling and planting a kiss on his cheekâmaking him turn even more red than before.
âBobby, youâre a genius.â
~*~*~*~*~
A few beers (and a lot of bad ideas) later, you and the rest of the Dagger Squad have a plan set in motion. A plan so great, the two dumbasses will stop fighting all together.
âOkay Bobby, are we ready?â You ask.
âThey should be coming in any second,â he tells you.
See, the plan was to make it look like youâd taken a nasty fall and have Rooster and Hangman find you. What you didnât anticipate was actually falling and getting hurt.
Youâd just gotten the signal from Phoenix and Bob when you felt yourself slip from the ladder going into the jet you were set to fly that day.
It felt like a movie the way you fell.
Everyone around you screamed or yelled out. The world around you slowed down and you could see the looks of horror on Hangman and Roosterâs face.
They rushed to you but they were too late. Youâd already fallen and hit your head in the concrete floor of the hangar.
âIs she breathing?â Hangman asks, holding your head in a stable position.
âIf you would give me a second, I can check.â Rooster tells him harshly. He checks your pulse point on your neck and putting an ear by your mouth before nodding. âYeah, her heart is pounding and her breathing is shallow. We need to get her to the medic.â
Nodding, Jake lifts you into his arms and begins to race toward the medical roomâRooster on his heels.
âShe fell from the ladder going into her jet,â Rooster tells the nurse while Hangman gently places you on the gurney.
âWeâll take her to get some vitals and a CT scan.â
The two aviators fall back, watching as the nurses wheel you to another part of the medical building. Rooster is the one to speak first.
âShe terrified me,â he croaks.
âSheâs gonna be fine,â Hangman counters.
âWhy does everything turn into a fight with you?â
Hangmanâs brows raise, a surprised expression taking over his features. âWhat makes you think I want to be fighting?â
âBecause every little thing we do or talk about, turns into us fighting and Y/N stopping us!â He exclaims. He rubs his eyes, plopping himself onto a chair in the waiting room. âIâm just tired of fighting.â
âI am too,â Hangman admits. âWithout Y/N to keep us grounded, I donât know how to control myself. Itâs justâŚgod, you get under my skin.â
âSame here,â Rooster smiles.
âI thought we couldâve moved past our issues, especially after you and Mav came back when we thought you both lostâŚâ
âI thought so too.â
They sit in silence, grateful that they can enjoy it before Hangman speaks again.
âI really hope sheâs okay,â he whispers, head in his hands.
Rooster turns to face him. Heâs shocked. Heâd never seen Jake to worry for anyone but himself and maybe occasionally you. He claps his hand to Jakeâs shoulder, causing Jake to turn to him.
âSheâs gonna be fine, Jake.â
Hangman only nods. He knows if he speaks, the cracking of his voice will give away everything.
No, instead he places a hand on top of Bradleyâs and nodsâsighing when Bradley squeezes his shoulder in comfort.
~*~*~*~*~*~
A few hours later, you wake up in a dimly lit room. Beeping and the sounds of people whispering in the corner ofâŚwherever you areâŚfloat to your ears. You sit up slightly to see Hangman and Rooster standing in the corner in a conversation.
They donât look like theyâre arguingâŚbut youâve been wrong before.
âHey,â you groan. âNo fighting.â
âY/N,â they say, coming to your side, each taking one of your hands.
âHow are you feeling?â Rooster asks.
âLike I feel off a ladder.â You squeeze their hands and smile. âI guess my plan worked.â
âWhat plan?â Hangman asks, eyes meeting Roosterâs.
âTo get you two to stop fighting,â you tell them. You sigh when they open their mouths to argue with you. âDonât even try to get out of this. You know you two have been fighting for the past few weeks. I was just tired of hearing it. I didnât mean to actually get hurt.â
Theyâre silent for a bit before they smile at each other.
âWhat?â You ask. You turn to Rooster, eyes narrow. âBradley?â
âW-what?â He stutters.
âWhat is it?â
âWe talked to Phoenix,â Hangman tells you, making you swing your head to face him.
âJacob Seresin, you tell me right now.â
âShe told us about it your plan,â Bradley cuts in.
âAnd weâre very sorry we made you have to resort toâŚthis.â Jake finishes.
You look between the two of them in disbelief. âReally?â
âReally,â Bradley nods. âAnd weâll try not to fight so much.â
âIf you two start it up again, I donât k know what Iâll do,â you chuckle. âMaybe throw myself off a roof?â
âPlease donât,â Jake laughs.
Ugh⌠I need a Jake and Bradley
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What We Never Were
Jake Seresin x Reader
Summary: Y/N needs a fake boyfriend for her sisterâs wedding. Jake Seresin, her childhood best friend, is all too happy to play the partâuntil pretending starts to feel dangerously real. One bed. Old feelings. A week of dancing around the truth. She thinks heâs out of reach. Heâs just been waiting for her to see him.
Themes: fake dating, bestfriends to lovers, pining, slow burn, fluff
đ´ MINORS DNI đ´ Warnings: 18+ content, eventual smut, dirty talk, praise kink, jealousy, soft aftercare, pwp, piv sex, unprotected sex, mild praise kink, foreplay
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Chapter 1Â
Part II - Introductions & Interrogations
You walked hand-in-hand toward the group near the billiards table. Your grip tightened as the eyes of the Dagger Squad turned toward you.
Jake felt itâthe way your fingers squeezed his, the nervous tilt of your shoulders. You always hated being the center of attention, and now you had five of the Navyâs most competitive pilots watching you like youâd just landed on an aircraft carrier.
He stopped a step ahead of you, still holding your hand, and said proudly, âEveryone, this is one of my best friendsâY/N.â
The group stared.
Beamed, actually. Grinning like idiots.
You leaned toward Jake, whispering through clenched teeth, âTheyâre all staring.â
He leaned back with a smirk. âCan you blame them?â
Before you could respond, Javy stepped forward, arms open. âLong time no see, kiddo.â
You exhaledârelieved. At least someone here didnât feel like a stranger. You gave Javy a hug, grateful for the familiar warmth, and then greeted Fanboy, who gave you a wide, charming grin.
Jake groaned dramatically. âGreat, I guess I donât need to reintroduce you two.â
He gestured to the rest. âThis is Natasha. Call sign Phoenix.â
Phoenix didnât hesitate. She bypassed your outstretched hand and wrapped you in a firm, unexpected hug.
âSorry for the staring,â she whispered with a laugh. âI just couldnât believe you were real.â
You pulled back, brows furrowed. What the hell does that mean? But she was already stepping back with a smile too genuine to question.
Next up was the guy with the mustache. He stood a little taller, straightened his shoulders, and took a step forward with a hand out.
âIâmââ
âNot important,â Jake interrupted, swatting the hand away.
You gave him a look. âYou treat your friends like that?â
Rooster smirked and leaned in conspiratorially. âHe does it all the time. Itâs really starting to hurt.â
Jake rolled his eyes. âThis is Rooster.â
RoosterâBradley, he correctedâtook your hand. Then, before you could react, he leaned in and pressed his cheek to yours like heâd known you forever.
âYou can call me Bradley,â he said, voice low and charming.
Your cheeks burned.
You always did cheek kisses with your friends, even with Jakeâbut this felt different. You blinked, thrown off your rhythm, and Jakeâs jaw locked so tight you could hear his teeth grind.
Bradley backed away, smug as hell.
Jake didnât say a word. But his eyes were on Rooster like he was calculating the exact angle needed to body-check him across the bar.
You cleared your throat and turned to the last personâa quieter guy with round glasses and a warm smile.
âHi,â you said, grateful for the break from the testosterone. âAnd you must be Bob.â
âJust Bob,â he confirmed gently.
You grinned. âEasy to remember. I like it.â
A beat of quiet passed. You looked around the group, voice soft but sincere.
âItâs nice to meetââyou turned to Javy and Joaquinââand re-meet all of Jakeâs friends. Honestly, I didnât think heâd ever have this many again.â
That got a round of laughter.
Jake gasped, hand to his heart. âExcuse you, I have always been very popular.â
You smirked. âWith women who want to get in your pants, maybe.â
Phoenix slid you a drink and gestured to the empty stool beside her. âSee? I had a feeling Iâd like you immediately.â
You took the seat with a grateful sigh and clinked glasses with her.
Jake stood there for a beat, arms crossed, watching the way you slid so seamlessly into the group. Still guarded, still a little nervousâbut opening up, little by little.
He stayed beside you most of the night, playing translator when the conversation drifted into pilot-speak, offering you a cold beer every thirty minutes, and frowning any time a guy looked in your direction for longer than two seconds.
Youâd known Jake forever.
But something about the way he hovered now felt⌠different.
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Masterlist | Glen Powell
Jake âHangmanâ Seresin - Tyler Owens



Updated: 6/7/2025 (link check)
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Iâm back again with another one!!! Itâs definitely not as lengthy as my other lists (yet) but Iâm hoping to find some more for all three. I also figured Iâd get a stake in this territory as the Glen Powell fanclub grows post-twisters. I hope yâall find what youâre looking for!
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fluff, swearing, angst, eventual smut
â onehopelessromantic, June 2025
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