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thewulf · 7 months ago

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Skies of Concern || Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Summary: Request -may i request for top gun maverick with husband!mickey 'fanboy' garcia x civillian maverick's daughter!reader please? when you heard that mav called mickey to join a mission, you kind of mad to your dad cause it is dangerous for mickey (worried)... Read Rest Here

A/N: Eeeeek! This one was fun to write. Super cute and fluffy. Memories are in italics. Hope you enjoy anon!

Pairing: Mickey Fanboy" Garcia x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.6k +

T/W : General TGM warnings

The sun dipped below the horizon casting a warm, golden glow across the tarmac of the Naval Air Station as you waited for the aircraft carrier to arrive back on base. You stood near the water as the anticipation built with each passing minute. You were anxiously awaiting the return of your father, Maverick, and his trusted wingman and your beloved husband, Mickey Garcia.

But even in the middle of the tension and worry that gripped your heart your mind wandered back to a warmer memory. A moment of serendipity that had brought you into the orbit of the charismatic WSO who would later become your husband much to your fathers dismay. Although he eventually came around and loved Mickey as his own son.

It was a balmy evening at the Hard Deck as you waited for your father to return from a training mission. He’d asked you to meet him there against your better judgement. Although you didn’t frequent the bar that often anymore you had sought solace in the familiar surroundings of the bar, the chatter of fellow Navy personnel providing a comforting backdrop to your thoughts. As you nursed a drink at the counter trying to push aside the nagging worry that always accompanied your father's missions, you noticed him.

Mickey Garcia, with his effortless charm and magnetic presence strode into the bar. His flight suit a testament to the adrenaline-fueled world he inhabited. His gaze briefly met yours and in that fleeting moment, something sparked between you—a connection born in the anonymity of the crowded room. You should’ve run far, far away after the smirk grew on the pilot’s face. But you couldn’t. It’s like that one look had you rooted right into the bar stool.

Unbeknownst to Mickey he had just caught the eye of Maverick's daughter. You had planned to keep your identity hidden. More than content to observe from the shadows as he approached with a casual confidence that belied the danger of his profession.

"Hey there," he greeted you. His smile as warm as the fading sunlight outside. "Haven't seen you around here before. I’d remember a pretty face like yours. You can’t be a regular, no?"

His words were laced with genuine curiosity with a playful demeanor drawing you in despite the weight of your worries. Little did you know that chance encounter would set the stage for a journey fraught with danger and adventure but so much love. Oh, so much love.

As Mickey leaned casually against the bar with that signature mischievous twinkle in his eyes you couldn't help but return his flirtatious banter. "Well,” you replied with a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Maybe I like to keep things interesting. You never know when a new face might turn up." He was right. You often avoided the Hard Dec as it was your father and Penny’s spot.

Mickey chuckled. The sweet sound sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. "I like the way you think," he said. His gaze lingering on you with unmistakable interest. "Name's Mickey, by the way. Mickey Garcia." You nodded. You knew that. Hell, you knew most of your dads pilots even if you hadn’t formally met them. But you had to play dumb to keep up your charade.

You extended your hand. A coy smile playing on your lips. "Nice to meet you, Mickey. I'm... just a girl trying to enjoy her night."

His handshake was firm, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Well, just a girl, if you ever need someone to show you around this place… you know who to call," he spoke with a confidence only pilots seemed to have.

Before you could respond to him the familiar sound of your fathers voice cut through the air, drawing your attention to the entrance of the bar. Your heart skipped a beat as you watched your father stride in. He looked to be in one piece. Your concern washed away in an instant. His presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room. When he spotted you chatting with one of his pilots at the bar he made a beeline right to you with a less than thrilled look on his face.

"Hey there, sweetheart," Your dad greeted you. His voice was warm with affection as he pulled you into a quick hug. "You holding up okay?"

You nodded. A small smile tugging at your lips as you leaned into his embrace. "Yeah, Dad," you replied oh so grateful for the familiar strength of his arms around you. "Just glad to see you back in one piece."

But as Pete pulled away his gaze fell on Mickey, and you felt a knot of tension coil in the pit of your stomach. There was a shift in the air. A subtle change in your dads demeanor that set your heart racing with apprehension.

"Fanboy," Maverick spoke with an icy tone as he turned his attention to the charming pilot beside you. "Fancy seeing you here."

Mickey's easy grin faltered and was replaced by a look of uncertainty as he met Maverick's gaze. "Hey, Maverick," he replied. His voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. "Didn't expect to run into you here. You’re not usually here after missions."

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence between them. The air thick with unspoken tension as Maverick's gaze bore into Mickey with an intensity that made you squirm in your barstool. Finally, Pete spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "No funny business with my daughter, Garcia," he said. His words a thinly veiled warning. "Or you'll answer to me."

Mickey swallowed hard. The weight of Maverick's stare bearing down on him like a leaden weight. "Yes, sir," he replied. His voice was barely above a whisper as he nodded in silent acquiescence.

And as Maverick turned away with his arm slipping around your shoulders in a protective gesture. You couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead for you with Mickey. The chemistry between the two of you was something you’d never experienced before. There had to be something more. You felt caught between the love of a father and the allure of the skies.

It had been years since that fateful meeting at the Hard Deck, years filled with adventure, love, and the occasional heart-stopping moment as you watched your husband and father take to the skies together. But through it all you had remained steadfast in your support for both of them.

As you stood there the memories of that first encounter with Mickey came flooding back. A bittersweet reminder of how far you had come since that chance meeting. Now, as you awaited their return, your heart swelled with a mixture of pride and worry. You knew all too well the dangers that lurked beyond the clouds. But despite the nagging fear that gnawed at your insides you refused to let it consume you. You had learned to trust in Mickey's skill and your dads experience.

Your thoughts then took to earlier on in the week when you father broke the news he was taking your now husband with him to go fly a mission in Russia. He couldn’t tell you the details, but you knew it was going to be risky. Anything overseas always was. A pit formed in your stomach at the thought of the two most important guys in your life putting their lives in danger once again.

Unable to contain your fears any longer you turned to your father with a pleading look in your eyes. "Dad, you can't do this," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "You can't take Mickey on this mission. It's too dangerous dad!"

Maverick's expression hardened. His jaw tightening as he met your gaze with a steely resolve. "I have to, sweetheart," he replied with a sorrowful look as his voice firm but tinged with regret. "We're the best chance they've got and Mickey's one of the best damn WSO’s I know."

You shook your head. The frustration and fear bubbling up inside you like a tempest ready to burst. "But it's not fair," you cried out as the words tumbled out in a rush. "Both of you don’t need to go. How about just you? Or him? Not both of you! I can't take it dad. Please" You knew the pleading would likely fall on deaf ears, but you had to try.

Your voice cracked with emotion. Tears welling up in your eyes as the weight of your fear threatened to crush you. You had spent countless nights lying awake dreading this exact moment when the call would come. One that summoned your father and husband into the heart of danger once again but farther away than you thought possible.

This time felt different, the stakes higher than ever before. And as you stood there with anger and despair boiling over inside you, you knew that you couldn't bear the thought of losing them both, not now, not ever.

Maverick's expression softened. A rare flicker of sympathy crossing his features as he reached out to pull you into a comforting embrace. "I know, sweetheart," he murmured. His voice gentle against your ear. "But we have a job to do, and we'll come back to you, I promise."

You clung to him like a scared five-year-old but you really couldn’t care. You were terrified. The weight of his words offering a sliver of solace amidst the storm of uncertainty you prayed with all your heart that his promise would hold true. That both your father and husband would return to you unscathed once more.

The anticipation was palpable as you stood on the base. Your eyes fixed on the horizon where the carrier would soon appear. It had been over a week since you last saw your husband, and your father depart on their mission. Each moment of their absence had felt like an eternity.

But now as the massive silhouette of the carrier emerged from the vast expanse of the ocean your heart leaped with relief. They were back. They were safe. You knew it because you hadn't received that dreaded call. The one that brought news of tragedy and loss. Still, despite the reassurance a knot of anxiety tightened in your stomach as you waited for them to disembark. You couldn't shake the lingering worry, the fear of the unknown that had plagued you since the moment they left.

And then, finally, the gangplank descended, and a surge of relief washed over you as you caught sight of familiar figures making their way down onto the dock. Your heart raced as you scanned the crowd searching for the faces you longed to see.

And there they were.

Your father emerged first with his iconic aviator shades shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun. Beside him, Mickey walked with a confident stride. His tattered flight suit a testament to the adventure they had just returned from.

Without a second thought you rushed forward ignoring the protests from the officers guarding the walkway. Your heart pounded with a mixture of joy and apprehension. They were here. They were safe. But still you needed to see them with your own eyes. To feel the reassuring warmth of their embrace. His embrace. Your husband and beloved.

Without hesitation you rushed forward to you husband. Your arms outstretched as you leaped into his embrace wrapping your legs around his waist. "Babe!" you exclaimed while happily peppering his cheeks with kisses. "Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you? I missed you so much! Don’t go for that long again, please." Your eyes scanned his frame for any sign of distress.

Mickey laughed while wrapping his arms tightly around you and returning your kisses with equal fervor. "I'm fine, honey," he reassured you, his voice filled with affection. "Not a scratch on me. I missed you more than you know pretty lady." He gave you a squeeze as he held you in his arms as the both of you ignored the bewildered captain beside you.

Your attention wholly focused on the man holding you in his strong arms. But when you finally pulled back you couldn't help but notice the grin spreading across your fathers face as he watched the reunion between his daughter and son-in-law.

"Looks like someone's glad to see her husband and not so much her old man," he remarked with amusement twinkling in his eyes.

You flushed with embarrassment realizing you had been so caught up in your reunion with Mickey that you had all but forgotten all about your father. But as you glanced back at him you found nothing but warmth and understanding in his expression.

"Sorry, Dad," you said sheepishly. "I was just... really glad to see Mickey. It’s good to see you too." As you attempted to slip down from Mickey's hold expecting to stand on your own feet again, you felt him tighten his grip around you. He wasn't willing to let you go just yet and a warm sense of contentment washed over you as you remained enveloped in his embrace.

Maverick chuckled. His eyes had a knowing amusement in them as he watched the scene unfold. "I can see that," he replied. His voice tinged with pride. "I see I’ve officially been replaced."

You grinned with your cheeks flushing with affectionate embarrassment at your father's teasing remark. "Well, Dad," you spoke playfully jabbing his shoulder from Mickey’s hold. "I think there's enough love to go around for both of you."

Pete laughed. "I suppose so," His voice filled with warmth as he spoke. "Just don't forget who taught him everything he knows."

You smiled, feeling a rush of gratitude for the two most important men in your life. "I could never forget.”

As Maverick chuckled, shaking his head, and walked away he left just the two of you there to continue on. Mickey still held you close in his arms. His embrace filled with a longing that mirrored your own. With Pete out of sight he seemed to pull you even closer. His touch igniting that usual fire within you.

Feeling his warmth enveloping you, you melted into his embrace. Your body fitting perfectly against his. His lips found yours in a hungry kiss. A silent declaration of his desire and his longing for you. The kiss deepened becoming more passionate as if he couldn't get enough of you after being apart for too long.

When he finally pulled back his breath came out in ragged gasps. He pressed his forehead against yours with eyes dark full of desire. "God, I missed you," he murmured. His voice husky with emotion. A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes as he winked suggestively. His lips curling into a playful grin. And as you stood there wrapped in his embrace surrounded by the sights, and sounds of the base, you knew that the reunion you had been longing for was just beginning.

With a shared smirk Mickey held you a as tight as he could without squeezing you completely. His gaze was filled with promises of the passion to come. "Let's get out of here my love," he whispered. His voice low and intimate. "I want to show you just how much I missed you." The earned a giggle out of you as you knew he meant business when it came to that look.

And with that he carried you effortlessly towards your car. Each step filled with anticipation and desire. With a thrill of excitement coursing through you, you knew that the night ahead held endless possibilities. And you couldn't wait to explore them all with the man you loved.

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greymoonfeelings · 1 year ago

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The Best Day

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Fem! reader

Summary: Bradley’s past year has been spent creating lasting memories with you, but tonight is about to be his favorite.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: pregnancy, cheesy ass love, mentions of angsty situations

This is for the @tgm-all4one challenge! The prompt “Last summer was one no one could ever forget. Now, a year later, character(s) still feel(s) the effects of that time” is very fitting as I’m still thirsting over these pilots a year later. Happy anniversary TG:M!

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Last summer was one of the best Bradley had experienced in a long time and things had only gotten better. A year later, he’s still feeling the effects of that summer, the endless happiness that it had brought into his life. Not only had he made up with his Mav and made a new family with the permanently stationed Dagger Squad, but the girl he met within the first week in San Diego was about to be his wife.

The first time you and Bradley met, you had been enjoying a rare day off at the beach. The sun was shining bright and the cool temperature of the ocean was a welcomed change to the heat of your stuffy office. You had been getting out of the water after enjoying a nice swim. You thought you were far enough from the group of people playing football in the sand, but you weren’t. As you wiped sand off your torso, something collided with you. You hit the sand hard, but before you could curse out whoever slammed into you, you were met with an outrageously attractive sight. The man profusely apologized, asking how he could make it up to you. The offer of a night of free drinks was enough for you and the events of that night had led you to this moment right here.

“Are you sure about this, Bradley?”

The two of you stand in each other's arms in your shared bedroom. You’re wrapped in a pink fluffy robe and Bradley is still dressed in his sweatpants and ratty old UVA shirt even though it’s nearing 4 pm.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” Bradley assures you with a light kiss on your temple, careful not to press too hard on your makeup which you had just spent the better half of an hour perfecting.

“You’re not just doing this because you feel obligated?” You drop your gaze to your growing stomach, suddenly feeling very unsure of yourself. You need Bradley to want to marry you because he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, not just because you’re carrying his child.

Bradley tilts your chin with two fingers bringing your eyes back to him. There’s nothing but adoration swimming in his brown eyes. “The only reason I didn’t drop down on one knee earlier was because I thought two weeks of knowing each other was too soon.”

“Two weeks?” You ask incredulously.

“See, you agree, it would’ve been crazy. But I wanted it, honey. I am not just marrying you because you’re carrying my child, but I took it as a sign.” His large hand joins yours in covering your small bump. “That’s my baby boy in there and I want nothing more than to marry his mommy.”

“Save the sweet talk for your vows, mister.”

“Oh, just wait. I’ll have the whole backyard in tears.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you chide playfully. You fully believe in Bradley’s ability to turn all your guests to mush. For all his playfulness, Bradley Bradshaw is an extremely emotional man and he always knows the perfect words to put you in your feels (not that it’s hard nowadays with your hormones all over the place.) “Get outta here so I can put on my dress. It’s bad luck to see me in it before the altar.”

“Now you’re superstitious? You know it’s also bad luck to see you the day of.”

“I’m not superstitious, but I am a little ‘stitious, so leave.” You shove Bradley towards the bedroom door as he busts out laughing at your response. When you finally get him out of the room, you shut the door and fall against it with a big smile. Hearing that laugh for the rest of your life is going to make you the happiest woman alive.

You spend the next hour getting into your dress and putting the final touches on your look. It's easy to relax knowing that Penny and Mav have everything under control with the guests and backyard set up. Bradley had put your last-minute fears to rest and now the butterflies in your stomach are from pure excitement. Tonight is about to be the best and easiest night of your life.

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The opening notes of the Bridal March cut through the cooling summer air in your backyard. You take a deep breath and smooth down the fabric of your dress before moving forward. You begin your journey down the path of bright green grass that’s surrounded by white folding chairs on both sides, making your way toward the makeshift altar.

All your closest friends and your parents stand from their seats and watch you with big smiles. Your eyes scan over each of their faces as you walk past. You can’t help the tear that rolls down your cheek as you bask in the love that is palpable in the air. To think, a year ago, you had felt so alone in a new city and now you were surrounded by people you called your family.

Your eyes finally land on your fiancé who stands beside his uncle under a wooden arch decorated with yellow flowers. Bradley watches intently as you travel towards him, looking like a princess in your wedding gown. He immediately tears up at the sight of you illuminated by the canopy of fairy lights strung across the trees.

His chest feels tight from how much love he’s experiencing. Never in a million years did he think he would ever be this happy, not after everything that had happened in his life. You were like a breath of fresh air and the moment he met you, he knew things would never be the same.

You finally come to your spot in front of him and Bradley wants to kiss you right then, but he knows that’s against the rules. Instead, he takes your soft hands in his and presses a kiss to your knuckles.

“You look so beautiful.”

“You clean up nice yourself.” You beam up at Bradley with the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen and he can’t help the wide grin that splits his face. He's never felt this giddy in his life.

Maverick clears his throat before beginning. “Today is a celebration. A celebration of love, commitment, friendship, family, and of two people who are in it for forever. I’ve never been good with words, so I will try to keep this short and sweet. Some people believe that love is determined by fate. They believe that love is a cosmic thing, set by the universe and written in the stars. I’ve always been a skeptic, but Carole Bradshaw believed in it. She believed that she and Goose were meant to be. She would’ve believed the same about you two.

The type of love that I witnessed between Goose and Carole was one that I never thought I’d see again, but I see it here, between the two of you. The love between you is genuine. It’s shown through everything you do for one another, and how you treat each other in good times and bad. You help each other grow and become better people. You encourage each other with patience and kindness. There is no doubt in my mind that your love will last for many years to come. May your lives together be long and filled with many happy memories.”

By the time Maverick is finished, you’re a mess. At the mention of your departed in-laws, you immediately started crying. You loved them so much and you never even met them. You knew just from hearing about them how much they loved each other and knowing that their best friend sees that same love between you and Bradley warms your heart.

Bradley sheds his own tears from thinking about his parents and how they can’t be here in person, but instead of wiping his tears, he dries yours. He never wants to see you cry even if he knows these aren’t bad tears.

“Now, do you, Bradley Bradshaw, take this beautiful woman as your wife? Do you promise to love her unconditionally, offer her your love, support, trust, and respect as you build your future together?”

“I do.”

Maverick turns to you. “Do you take this man as your husband? Do you promise to love him unconditionally, offer him your love, support, trust, and respect as you build your future together?”

“I do,” You promise and the genuine love in your eyes tightens Bradley’s chest.

“You may now exchange your vows.”

“Can I go first? Because I have a feeling after yours, I’ll have too much snot running down my face to speak properly.” You speak, barely above a whisper so only Bradley and Mav, by proximity, can hear. Your question elicits a watery chuckle from Bradley as he nods for you to begin.

“For as long as I can remember, I have waited for my prince charming. From falling for fictional characters to terrible teenage lovers, I eventually came to terms with the idea that the love I wanted didn’t exist. I tried to make peace with the fact that I was likely going to end up all by myself. It was the main reason why I threw myself into work and consequently took the job that brought me to San Diego. The day I first met you, when you knocked into me at the beach, I thought, ‘I am going to castrate this man…’”

Everyone laughs, including Bradley. Your reaction was on par with what they all knew about you.

“But then I looked up and saw a hunky god-like man looking down at me, apologizing and I decided that it would be cruel to deprive the world of your ability to have kids. Now, one year later, I’m the lucky girl who will be gracing this planet with the cutest babies ever.” Your hand finds your stomach as everyone laughs again.

“Bradley, you are so much more than I could have ever dreamed for. You love me in a way I never thought I would experience. You love me on my darkest days when I can’t bring myself to eat and have day-old mascara running down my cheeks. You love me when I obnoxiously belt out old pop songs on the freeway and when I hog all the blankets. You love me so much that you get up at 2 am to get me convenience store pickles because I woke up craving them. I spent so long thinking I was hard to love, but you never make me feel that way. You’re patient and kind. You take everything I throw at you in stride. I love you more than words can express, but I hope I did a good job.”

As you finish, Bradley’s calloused thumb graces your cheek to wipe away tears you didn’t realize had fallen. His eyes are glossy too and a few stray tears make their way down his face.

“That’s gonna be a tough act to follow.” His voice comes out thin, evidence of his emotional state. He then clears his throat before he begins his vows.

“I spent most of my adult life alone. After losing all my loved ones, I was hurt and angry at the world. I never let anyone new get too close because I was afraid I would lose them too. I always seemed like the most popular guy in the room, serenading the whole bar, cracking jokes, and acting like everyone was my best friend, but I would return to my empty room at the barracks feeling like the loneliest guy in the world. When I got called back to Top Gun, I thought it would be another lonely experience, but then I met you that fateful day at the beach and everything changed. I never believed in love at first sight in fact, I never believed that I would find love ever. I knew it existed, I saw the love my mother had for my father even after he was gone, but I didn’t think it was in the cards for me. The minute I laid eyes on you, I knew you were my forever. You made me yearn for a future I never even realized I could have. I felt terrible for body slamming some poor girl, but I felt ten times worse when I saw it was my future wife…”

“You’re laying it on real thick,” you joke even though his speech is causing you to cry like a baby.

“You doubt me, but you’re standing here with me, and I’m about to put a ring on it.” Bradley smiles back before continuing. “I knew that if I wanted to have a shot with you, I would need to tear down the walls I had spent so many years hiding behind. The idea of opening up to you was terrifying, but you made me want to do it so badly. I wanted to get to know you and I wanted you to know me too. You remained by my side, waiting patiently and encouraging me as I slowly learned how to open myself up again. You never pushed me or made me feel like my grief was a burden. You never made me feel bad about battling old ghosts, you even helped me conquer them.

I love you more than I thought a human being was capable of. When I’m without you, I feel lost. You’ve become the best part of my day. You let me lean on you when I’m having a rough time. You never judge my feelings and you always make sure I feel loved even when I don’t feel I deserve it. You make me stronger and happier. I never knew what living meant until I met you. All those years I spent floating through life and feeling bad have disappeared. I never want to know what it’s like to live without you now that I have you. I love you and our baby boy so much. I can’t wait to build this life with you.

“God, I fucking love you.” You cry softly and Bradley squeezes your hands that have been enveloped in his the entire time.

“It's time to exchange your rings.” Maverick prompts and Jake rises from his front-row seat with the tiny silk pillow that holds two silver bands. You each take the respective bands meant for the other.

Bradley holds your left hand delicately in his and as he slips the silver wedding band on your ring finger, he speaks. “I give you this ring as a symbol of my everlasting love for you. It's a promise that I will always love you no matter what separates us be it land, sea, or sky.” Once the ring is sitting snug on your finger he presses his lips to it.

You repeat the step with Bradley’s hand, bringing the band up to his finger and pronouncing, “With this ring, you will have a reminder close by that you are always in my heart. I love you and I am yours today and forever.”

“I know the two of you have been eager to get to this part, so we won’t make you wait any longer. It's my pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife. Bradley, you may now kiss your bride.”

“Thank god!” One of Bradley’s arms snakes around your waist while his free hand comes to caress your cheek. He kisses you with such force it would send you stumbling if it weren’t for his arm steadying you. You throw your hands around his neck, pulling his body flush against yours and kiss him back with just as much passion, cementing your love for your now husband.

You never want to pull away, but you do for the sake of getting enough air to keep you standing upright. Bradley’s lips brush against yours softly as he whispers. “I love you so much.”

Your hands find each other as you turn to face the crowd. A loud round of applause breaks out as you throw your clasped hands in the air as a symbol of unity. The two of you had been going around as a united team for a while now, but this solidifies it.

———

Your first dance with Bradley to The One by Elton John is straight out of a movie. The fairy lights twinkling above you illuminate Bradley’s soft brown eyes which capture yours in a loving gaze. A soft smile has found a permanent place on his face this evening and you have a matching one. The two of you waltz around the dance floor with your arms wrapped around his middle and his holding you tight around your waist.

When the chorus begins, Bradley gently brings your head to rest against his chest. Your ear presses against the soft fabric of his shirt just above his heart. The sound of his steady heartbeat mixes with the very fitting lyrics. Despite all the eyes on you, it still manages to feel like you and he are the only two people in the world as you dance together.

“When stars collide like you and I, no shadows block the sun. You're all I've ever needed. Oh, baby, you're the one.” Bradley sings just loud enough for you to hear and then presses a kiss to the top of your head, letting you know that the words are specifically for you. And they encapsulate your feelings just as well because Bradley is the only one you ever needed, him and now your baby boy.

As the song ends, you pull Bradley down for a lingering kiss, holding onto the collar of his shirt even as the music changes to a more fast pace song. Bradley hums happily against your lips and when he pulls away, he has a giddy smile on his face.

The rest of the night is spent dancing with your loved ones around the backyard. Laughter and off-key singing fills the air as people let loose. It’s no secret that the squad is one of the rowdiest bunches around and this night is a perfect opportunity to have some unforgettable fun. Food is devoured, bets are made on how long it will take Bob to bust out the old sprinkler dance move and shots are taken each time Bradley gets caught staring at you.

When it comes time to cut the cake, everyone watches intently as your hand covers Bradley’s and the two of you cut out the first slice together. You each take a fork full and feed it to the other, resulting in another round of applause from your guests. While Bradley is distracted savoring the spongy cake, you take the opportunity to gather frosting on your fingers and smear it across his face, making sure to get it into his mustache. Before he can do the same to you, you take his face in your hands and like a long stripe across the coarse hairs.

“Mmm,” you hum smugly.

“There are children here!” Bradley gasps, scandalized as if the action hadn’t turned him on a little bit. You cackle in response, but your amusement is cut short when Bradley scoops up a dollop of frosting and spreads it across your face. He licks the light purple frosting off your cheek before kissing you hard.

———

After giving a riveting performance of Baby One More Time at the request of Phoenix, you step away and take a moment to catch your breath. You watch from afar as your friends continue to have the time of their lives.

Jake and Coyote are taking I Wanna Dance With Somebody way too seriously, serenading Fanboy and Bradley who are singing back at them equally as loud. Payback twirls his wife around. Bob seems to have overindulged in the beer, an unusual occurrence because he’s all too confident he can hit the high notes of the song as he jumps around with Phoenix.

It’s impossible to stop the giggles coming from you as you watch the scene unfold. These big, strong, badass fighter pilots look silly dancing around with absolutely zero inhibitions. These idiots are your family and you couldn’t love them anymore. They are exactly the type of people you always wanted in your life. You stand for a few moments longer, simply soaking it all up.

Fanboy, the “DJ” of the night, announces through the speakers that there will be one last song, a slow one for all the couples. You almost can’t believe the night is already over. You feel like you could spend forever stuck in this moment. The joy, fun, love, it’s all so amazing. This night is only the beginning of the rest of your life with Bradley, but it’s been the best night ever.

At Last by Etta James plays. It’s one of Bradley’s favorite songs to dance with you to. You’ve spent many nights together swaying in a dimly lit kitchen while the record plays. You make your way back to the dance floor where you find your husband waiting for you with an outstretched hand.

Bradley’s arms find themselves wrapped around your waist again. There’s a slight chill in the air from the midnight summer wind, but being close to Bradley keeps you warm. Other couples join you on the makeshift dance floor. Your parents along with Mav and Penny. Payback and his wife join. Phoenix drags Jake to dance with her and even with all the alcohol he’s consumed he’s still coordinated enough to dance the way his mama taught him.

“I’m so happy,” you whisper into the air between you and Bradley.

“Me too,” he whispers back as he lets his forehead fall against yours. “I love you.” One hand falls to your belly. The warmth from his large hand radiates through the fabric of your dress.

You press your lips against his softly. “You don’t have to keep saying it. I believe you.”

“I’m going to say it every minute until the day I die. I’ll shout it from the sky. I’m going to make sure the whole world knows.”

“You’re so cheesy,” you shake your head playfully.

“And you still married me.”

“Is it too late to change my mind?”

“That plane took off hours ago.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I love you too.”

“Yes, it is. The best thing in the whole world.”

#heather writes #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fluff #rooster bradshaw x reader

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writing-until-i-drop · 2 months ago

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Comfort Drabbles Masterlist | Top Gun Maverick & Twisters

A collection of drabbles centered around getting comforted by your favorite TGM & Twisters characters. If you have a request - just ask!

Characters I'm planning/willing to write for this masterlist: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Tyler Owens

I've Got You | Drabble

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

Jake holds you until you fall asleep after a rough day.

Warnings! None, pure fluff, no use of y/n

Teddy Bear | Drabble

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x mechanic! reader

Bradley notices that your smile fades the longer you're around people and decides to take matter into his own hands...or arms...

Warnings! None, pure fluff, no use of y/n

Read To Me? | Drabble

Robert "Bob" Floyd x wife! reader

You want to enjoy a night in bed with your husband but he has to study for a test.

Warnings: None! It's just pure fluff

Requested by Anonymous, view original ask here

Burnt Out | Drabble

Bob comes over to find you utterly exhausted from work and takes care of you.

Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader

Warnings! None! Pure fluff.

Requested by: 🗡️

Read the request here

Time of the Month | Drabble

Bob helps take care of you during your time of the month.

Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader

Warnings! None! Pure fluff.

Requested by: @closetspngirl

Read the request here

Cold Mornings | Drabble

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader

Your bedroom is a little cold in the morning and you don't want to get out of bed buuuuuut Bradley insists...

Warnings: None! It's just pure fluff

Gummy Bears | Drabble

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

You and Jake are on a road trip to visit his sister and you have the most important job, passenger princess.

Warnings! A little suggestive, allusions to smut but no smut, fluffy and domestic

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wayward-river · 10 months ago

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Ice packs and Space Heaters

AN: Hey guys! I'm still kind of new to the TGM fandom and am still working on my story that was posted awhile back called "Dancing on Broken Glass" ... however I just need to get back into writing and I had this in my drafts, just a very very short drabble.

All mistakes are my own, I do not own any characters used. No description given for reader.

Pairing: Really this is a Rooster x reader but can be taken romantically, platonically, whatever. Hope y'all enjoy!

You were laying on your couch binge watching the newest season of New Girl, your favorite candy bar wrappers littered the floor around you as you held the ice pack across your stomach and the heating pack was placed on your back. It was three in the morning, but you weren’t getting back to sleep anytime soon. Mother nature was a bitch and she had won this round. A knock on your door made you groan moving the blanket off of you, you slowly made your way to the door.

Now thinking that it was the early hours of the morning, and anyone could be at your door right now, you decided to slow down. “I’m just letting you know I have a weapon…” You slowly pulled the door open inch by inch revealing Bradley with a slight smirk on his face.

“So where is this weapon?”

“You scared me! What are you doing here? Why are you awake right now? It’s like three.” You rattled off walking back towards the couch as he followed you in.

He looked around at the fluffy blanket, the wrappers, the heat and icing packs, his brows furrowed in confusion trying to piece everything together.

“I could ask you the same thing Y/N/N.”

You rolled your eyes. “There's a difference when you are at home at three in the morning.”

“Well I was worried nobody's seen you in days, we miss you Fanboy won’t shut up about some dumb movie that he swears you would love so can you come back so we can stop listening to him.”

You giggled as you sat on the couch leaving room for Bradley as he sat down next to you.

“So this is just a wellness check?” You questioned slightly.

“Yup” He nodded, popping the P.

“Okay well thanks for the check in, I promise I’m alive and will be back to normal tomorrow.”

“Good, anything else I can do?”

“Well unless you have the cure for cramps then probably not.” you paused “actually you are like a human space heater, can I, do you think, would it be weird?” You tried to get the words out, your fear of rejection causing you to stutter out your thoughts.

“Spit it out L/N” Bradley smirked.

“Can we lay together, like can I lay on you or cuddle if it's not weird.” you finally got out.

Bradley laughed as he leaned back pulling you into him as you brought the blanket up to cover you both as you resumed the episode. Sighing in content as you were finally feeling a little better being in his arms.

After about fifteen minutes Bradley could hear the soft snores coming from you. He smiled as he continued to gently card his fingers through your hair, something he was pretty sure was what put you to sleep. Not wanting to move you he got more comfortable as he drifted off while Jessica Day rambled on about something on your TV.

#rooster x reader #top gun imagine #rooster imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine

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callsigndragon · 2 years ago

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What I've been waiting for | Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Military Doctor!fem!Mitchell!reader

Summary: Bradley's best friend, the one that he hasn't seen in five years, comes back home and surprises him. He has some important things to tell her.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: fluffy things. EVERYONE IS ALIVE HERE. mentions of the uranium mission. and lots of flufffff.

A/N: This one was requested by my lovely @shrimping-for-all !! Hope you like it, it was really fun to write

Tag list: @tayrae515 @alexxavicry @xoxabs88xox @mercurio23

Thanks to @abaker74 for the marvelous Goose line at the end of the fic 💕

(if you want to be in the 'All TGM' tag list, send me an ask!)

When Maverick appeared on Bradley's third birthday with a baby in his arms, Goose almost had a heart attack. Where did that baby come from? Was it Penny and Mav's daughter? Wait, was Maverick still seeing Penny? He had many questions, but it was his son's day, and he decided to just let it go for the moment.

Goose saw in you the daughter he and Carole never had. And when Maverick and Penny (yes, you were their daughter) made them your godparents, the Bradshaws knew that that girl would be loved as their own daughter.

Bradley and you grew up supporting and loving each other as much as your fathers did. You became best friends, even though there was a five-year gap between you, and the two of you continued the Mitchell-Bradshaw-partners-in-crime association that your dads began.

Carole loved having baby Mitchell around, Goose and her were unable to bring another baby to this world, even though they tried so hard, it just wasn't meant to be. Penny used to take you to Carole's house whenever the aviators were away on a mission, so they could keep each other company.

When you grew up, everyone and their mother thought that the young Mitchell would follow her father's steps, join the Navy, and become a legendary aviator… just like her father and her grandfather did before her. Nobody expected you to become a military doctor. You joined the military, gained the name ‘Doc’, and saved lives wherever they sent you.

You love your job. The fact that you are out there, making sure that people go back home to see their families again makes it worthy. Even spending months away from home. You don’t remember the last time you were home for Christmas, but it’s okay. People need you in the field, not eating Christmas cookies.

There’s only one person who is not very happy with not seeing you: Rooster.

Look, he’s been in love with you since he can remember. You’re his best friend, his partner in crime, the person he wants to call every time he gets good news… You were there when his mom got sick and helped him make the party when Carole got home after that big surgery that saved her life. He doesn’t have a memory without you. Well, every single one from the last five years.

It doesn’t matter how much the two of you have tried to see each other. Something always came up: one of you was called back to base, deployed or whatever. It’s been five years since the last time he saw you in person.

He’s scared that by the time you come back you’ll tell him how you’ve met the love of your life or how you have a partner… He promised himself, five years ago, that when you came back, he would confess. He didn’t want to do it before you went away for months, he didn’t want to tell you during your deployment and make your staying there more difficult.

He’s been waiting five years. Maybe the universe is trying to send him a message. That he has to move on, to let you go. But he can’t. Rooster can’t imagine himself with any other person that it’s not you. And he doesn’t want to.

Iceman told you that all your family will be here tonight, even your mom is working. You’re so excited to see your mom, your sister Amelia and your dad after so many months away. Admiral told you that your mom and your dad are together again, and you just hope that this time it lasts. They love each other, but your father hasn’t ever been an easy guy.

You stop in front of the Hard Deck, looking inside from the big windows, seeing all your family. Rooster’s at the piano, singing Great Balls of Fire with Goose. Carole and Penny are behind the bar, serving drinks to the customers. Maverick is dancing with Amelia, your younger sister smiling happily. God, how have you missed them.

You move to the back door, trying to be sneaky and move towards them without being seen. You made it to the piano, luckily, without being seen, and put your arms around the male Bradshaws, singing the song with them. Goose is the first one to turn around and realize it’s his goddaughter who is behind him. He gets up so fast, bringing you in to hug you.

“Mav, your daughter is back!” he yells next to your ear.

You don’t know many people are hugging you right now. You can feel a lot of arms around you, people laughing and even some crying. But you couldn’t care less. Your eyes can only focus on the man you have grown to love, your best friend, who is standing in front of you, completely dazzled to see your figure in front of him.

“Hey, y’all can I hug my friend for a second? I haven’t seen him in years” you say, pulling away from the rest and getting closer to Rooster.

His eyes scan your face in frenetic movements, drinking you in, finding the new scars and marks that cover your skin. “Couldn’t you let me know in advance?” he asks, swallowing his feelings. He’s about to cry, and you know it.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if you knew”

“Oh my god, you’re back” he tackles you in a hug, almost falling down if Goose and Mav weren’t behind you.

“Yes, I’m back you big cry baby” you mock, but your eyes are full of tears as well.

“A round on the house for my daughter!” your mom announces, making the whole bar erupt into cheers.

“C’mon, you have so many things to tell me” Rooster says, grabbing your hand and leading you to one of the tables.

You spend the next hours talking, laughing, learning the news about Rooster being team leader of an elite squad, Iceman being cancer-free, your mom and dad having decided to marry at last… So many things have happened in the last few months. You had a few weeks off in summer and came back to the States to be with your family, going one day to your mom’s and another to your dad’s because they didn’t want to be in the same room. And now, they’re going to marry. Life is surely a box full of surprises.

But you eventually get overwhelmed by being the center of attention, stepping outside and sitting on the beach. Your job has made you hate sand, but this one feels different. Feels like home.

“You can’t come back and disappear again, ya know” Rooster says, sitting with you and taking off his jacket and covering your shoulders with it.

“I didn’t disappear, just needed some fresh air”

He tilts his head, looking at you with a small smile. “How can you be even prettier than the last time I saw you?”

You chuckle, thanking that it is night already, and he can’t see your stupid smile. “I think you’re drunk”

“Nope, I only had a beer” he clears his throat and looks at the sand between his feet. “I want to tell you something. I’ve been waiting five years to tell you, but it has never been the right time with us being on different sides of the globe…”

“I’m here now. Don’t waste any more time”

“I love you. I have loved you all my life. I loved you when we were kids, and we played with Legos, building a house in which I wish we could live in the future. I loved you when you came to my house after our dads had to leave on a mission, and you were so scared that you hugged me all night long, as if I was your safe net. I-I loved you when you looked for me after prom, scared because you wanted to follow your dreams and not your father's. That night I knew you were slipping through my fingers, and I wanted to confess so bad… I wanted you to be mine, but I couldn't say it."

"W-why?" you ask in a shaky breath.

"Because I wasn't brave enough. But when I crashed that plane three weeks ago to save your father, I swore that if I made it out alive, I would tell you"

"You did what?!"

"Don't focus on that, I'm pouring my heart out here," he complains, rolling his eyes.

"Bradley, I love you too, but you can't just tell someone 'hey I almost died but here I am, confessing my feelings' and continue like it's nothing" you punch him in the shoulder.

"It wasn't that bad, y/n. Don't worry"

"Rooster, what happened?" you insist.

"He tried to save me, and I wasn't having it, so I tried to go and save him, but I got hit and then - Did you tell me you love me?"

"...you really have the attention span of a goldfish" you can't help but laugh at his shocked expression.

"Say it again," he pleads with shiny eyes.

"That you have the attention span of a goldfish? Because I-"

You never finish your sentence, his lips silence you in the sweetest way possible. You freeze for a second, causing Rooster to pull back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t ask if you want-” he mutters. You hold his face in your hands, as if he were your entire world, which he is, and kiss him again with such passion that you run out of breath. You move away slowly, Rooster’s eyes stay closed, and he leans his forehead against yours.

“Of course I wanted, you idiot” you laugh and smile at his happy face.

“Well, Doc…wanna meet my parents?” he jokes, getting up from the floor and giving you a helping hand.

“Goose, your son is kissing my daughter!” you hear your dad yell from the bar. You can’t know for sure, but you hear someone shout a big, happy ‘Finally!’. It sounded like your mom.

"No, Mav" says Goose, walking outside and standing next to Maverick. "Your daughter is kissing my son"

They keep bickering like an old married couple, making the both of you laugh.

“Isn’t it a bit early for that?” you follow.

“Well, I’m sure they’re gonna love you. You’re everything they’ve ever wished for me. Everything I’ve been waiting for” he confesses, making your heart beat faster, and kissing your forehead, before taking you with the rest of your own small, crazy and loving family.

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persephone11110 · 1 year ago

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What A Surprise

Bradley Bradshaw X Reader

Warnings:blood—bloody nose,concussion,eye injury ,unknown pregnancy, two curse words max ,fainting ,protective/fluffy bradley, hospital visit, happy ending

Summary: Why do bad things always happen to Bradley, especially to the ones he loves?. This time it no one’s fault but his.

- set before tgm, abt 2007, Bradley still in college and reader alr in the navy. Phoenix and Slider are mentioned

Bradley Bradshaw prided himself in having grown a sixth sense for his girlfriend. He always knew when danger was near especially around his girlfriend and he normally did his damn best of removing her safely. With the exception of this time.

By the time Bradley recognized were the football was going it was already to late.

“‘Y/n!”

He didn’t expect the football to plow directly into her face. She find herself on the ground within seconds and there’s blood flowing from Y/n’s endlessly— and by accident she’s grab her nose to hard making Y/n scrunch her face— make the badgering pain worse and making more blood find its way on to her hands and shirt.

“Fuck, Y/n I’m so sorry” he runs over to her— he’s angry at himself for not being able to warn Y/n faster, for allowing her to get hurt on his watch. Bradley redirects his anger at the culprit the football —tossing it angrily from her, by that he’s trying to protect her from harm again.

Bradley’s slient as his fingers gently cups Y/n face with his t-shirt in tow, he’s holding your head up softly–eager not hurt her more than he already has. Your trying to focus on the scent of his shirt as the pain worsen-making it hard for her not fall asleep.

“Ow” falls from Y/n mouth as you clenched your eyes shut trying to not cry from the pain. You feel yourself getting queasy as the feeling of your own blood touching your skin—it makes you feel gross.

You watched his eyebrows crease in concern and a little of bit of anger. He still mad at the fact that she got hurt—let alone that he indirectly caused you pain.

The blood flow had seemingly stopped for the time being. One of your favorite shirts was ruined by the plethora of blood spots.

A trail of blood stained her chin. Some spots under Y/n’s nose.

“Seems like our next pitstop is the hospital Y/n”.

“But—” you attempted to say, maybe her boyfriend overreacting.

“Nope—not listening you” Bradley gently grabs her face— moving it side to side-he’s getting a glimpse of the damage he caused.“I’m sorry Y/n”—you peered your eyes open to give him a look of disbelief and distaste.

“Don’t…It’s okay Bradley, I’m ok—” you winced.

“Come on Y/n—1..2..3”, Bradley lifts Y/n up bridal style and she could briefly hear his footsteps, but thats before her hearing starts to muffle.

—

Beeping sounds pierce your ears, there’s a weak attempt of ignoring it but it seems impossible as the sound gets louder.

Beep… Beep…Beep .

“This is impossible, more impossible than attempting to copy Beast’s flying maneuvers”.

You had groaned loudly interrupting the quiet atmosphere.“Brad?”, you croak out-as your throat reminds you of the sahara desert. A bright light shines in your face immediately making you close them.

“Baby?”, anxiety dripping from his tone.

You blinks again—trying to show him your listening. A faint stabbing pain reminds you of earlier. His eyes are a mixture of sadness and fear something that doesn’t happen often—already making you fear for the worst.

“You collapsed Y/n” Bradley says, his lips wobble a little when the words escape his mouth.

“The football, yeah?”. you ask, and it seems like you struck a nerve. “Bradley, hey—I’m okay”, you reassure him because the way your boyfriend looked made you feel incredibly sad.

Bradley gets up from his seat. He drops a kiss onto your hand—before gently moving your hair.

“How long was I out?” you ask him noticing how dark it was outside.

“Four hours at max” he tells you—despite your best-you try hiding your panic from him.

“Y/n its going to be okay— It’s probably nothing taking a hit to the face will make anyone faint”. he takes your hand into his.

“Yeah” you muttered.

“Your going to be okay” he says again in efforts of trying to keep you calm. The last thing you needed was your blood pressure and heart rate to climb deadly numbers.

There’s a knock on the door that makes you two break apart. Both you and Bradley sit up straight—bracing for the worst news possible.

A olderwoman with a white lab coat steps through the door. “Hello Lieutenant Grey , my name is Doctor Reese, are you feeling better?”—she addresses you.

“Could be better” you reach your hand towards your left eye. A small groan leave’s your lips.

Doctor Reese nods her head at your face.“Hyphema— the football hitting you in the face caused bleeding in your eye”

Bradley hands you his phone camera.

“Damn, I like look who did it and what happened” you inspect your face closely. you slapped his shoulder softly.“And you didn’t tell me Bradshaw”

“Sorry” Bradley smiles sheepishly.

“But don’t worry Y/n you and your baby are okay”. she smiles. “You’re a very healthy woman— don’t worry about the effect of your fall, and eye injury”

“B-baby” Bradley stuttered. His rubs the back of his neck anxiously.

Y/n’s brain starts to crash to pieces— there’s a baby growing inside her stomach. Shit

“I think there’s been some type of misunderstanding”. your voice breaks.“Check again!” Your voice raised.

“Y/n— Bradley says calmly. “It’s okay”

“But yes-are you sure?”

Your wondering if all that blood you just lost is was doing a number on you.

Y/n didn’t hear wrong because Bradley expression matches yours. Eyebrows are raised, and jaws were on the floor.

“Lieutenant Grey, there’s a nine week old fetus growing inside of you” she calmly states. This obviously isn’t her first time repeating herself.

“Would you like to see the ultrasound?” she spotted a white and black picture sticking out her coat pocket.

Tears blur Y/n vision— she doesn’t think she can talk right now.

Bradley nods his head“Thank you ma’am— do you mind leaving us for a bit?”

She hands the scan to Bradley.“ If you need me just come find me— congratulations”. Only thing you can make out is Doctor Reese white coat disappearing as she leaves and you hear the door click.

“Uhh-” your words drag out, as you lack the words to say. You and Bradley are having a baby!.

“Y/n its going to be okay, I know this wasn’t planned but were fine, and I also think our baby is a good thing”. You can tell he’s trying to make you feel better, and make himself feel better too.

“We aren’t ready for a baby Bradley— two bedroom apartment, one car—and you’re still in college”, panic claims your chest and brain yet again.

“Listen to me Y/n yes all those things are true, but I can get a simple job ok— we can balance the pay for things, Im sure Uncle Sli and Phoenix are willing to help us— Your going to be the best mom on the planet” Bradley tells you, his eyes glistening with tear, yet his smile says otherwise.

“But what if you leave, what If you both lose me”

First of all Y/n Grey I’m never leaving either of you there is nothing that will make me leave— I’m not going to be one of those dads that here but are really aren’t, you both are going have at me your side until I die.. And besides I can guarantee you’ll try your best to return back to us safely each time your in the air”. He grips your hand tightly“I love you Y/n“Raven”Grey.

Y/n sniffled a little and she gently placed her arm under her stomach. “your going to be the best dad on the planet”. He sits on the bed and kisses her.

The fear that was once sitting on Y/n’s chest starts to disappear slowly. The tears that drop from her face are now happy ones.

“I love you too”

“I’m going to be a mom”

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradsaw x reader #bradley bradshaw

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years ago

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It’s Snuggle Time 🙈 | TGM Headcanon

How the boys of the Dagger squad would ask you to cuddle

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

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Bradley would be the guy who would make grabby hands at you while pouting, “Can we cuddle, baby? I’m in need of some snuggles with my boo.” And who were you to say no? Those puppy eyes of him always get you. It felt like a crime to deny Bradley of much needed affection.

He’s already be on the couch or bed, making the gesture as you’re walking over to him and open his arms wide when you get close enough to fall into them. You’ll lay on top of him, Bradley wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on top of your head. A sigh of content leaves his mouth, “Much much better. Instant stress reliever.”

When it’s been a long day of training, flying, in the office, or whatever the hell the Navy tasks him with, Jake is always ready to come home and relax with you. After having dinner, he’d turn on a random movie or show and settle on the couch. He doesn’t even have to ask you to cuddle since you’re already moving close to his side, resting your head against his chest while his drapes around your shoulder.

Whenever you two have an argument and have just made up, however, Jake will softly be like, “Wanna cuddle?” It’s a desperate attempt to make sure you two don’t go to bed angry or just show he’s sorry for the argument. Usually you’ll have your back toward him while he curls into you, muttering apologizes and sweet kisses to your neck. Yeah, the anger is long gone by then.

Reuben is blunt when he wants to cuddle. Straight up he’ll be like, “bring that cute little ass over here,” basically hauling you into the bed or onto the couch where he’s sitting to hold you in his arms. In a heap of giggles, it takes a moment for y’all to get into a comfortable position. When you do there’s instant satisfaction at the warmth that radiates between the two of you.

Mornings usually start with you two cuddling. Just before either of you need to get up for work, Reuben curls into you or brings you to his side saying, “Let’s just cuddle for a few minutes. Then we’ll return to reality.” I mean……you can’t pass up that offer.

Oh sweet Bob. He’s the type who gets a little flustered and shy at asking you to cuddle. He’ll ask of course, but like Rooster he’ll make a motion and give you puppy eyes, “Can we cuddle for a bit?” So you light some candles, grab fluffy blankets, and climb on top of him. He’s instantly happy, showcasing this with that adorable smile of his.

Sometimes when he’s absolutely exhausted he won’t even ask. He’ll just come over to where you’re at, and like a cat he puts his face against your stomach with your legs tangling. A sound of delight leaves him as your fingers run though his hair, “need some snuggles, Bobby?” “If you don’t mind, darlin’.”

Mickey is not afraid to ask you to cuddle. It’s his favorite thing about his day besides pulling several G’s in a high speed F-18 while yelling coordinates to Payback. “Babe, can we cuddle?” “Of course, bubs.”

He’s also not afraid to be the little spoon. There are days that leave him tired, stressed, and anxious. New missions he’s dreading because it means he has to leave you alone for some time. Days were training was so bad it makes him shed a tear or two. Without hesitation you go behind Mickey and nuzzle into him, feeling his hand go to yours that’s wrapped around his waist. No words are said, just actions are enough to feel the love and appreciation you have for him.

If you’re on the couch by the time he gets home, Javy will throw his bag down, not even bother to change out of his uniform and ask, “Mind if I join you for some cuddle, baby?” “Don’t mind if you do.” Mans will literally sprawl on top of you. He’s fighting back sleep as he attempts to tell you about his day and listen to how yours was.

That’s how you guys usually go to bed. Javy relishes on physical touch from you and cuddling is how he feels close to you. So without asking he’ll open his arms while wiggling his eyebrows as you two set up for bed and grin in victory when you accept his embrace. Before you know it you two are fast asleep and waking up either in the same position or where he’s got his chest to your back.

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sometimesanalice · 10 months ago

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Hello, Alexa!☺️

How are you?

A bit of a random Q, but! I remember you saying that the first fanfic you wrote

was ‘Oh Christmas Tree' and I was just wondering if there was any other fandoms

you ever thought about writing for? Even if you don’t want to publish them! :) An even more general question, what other fandoms would you say you're into?

I know it's a little random, but I just love hearing about other people's interests/loves! 🥰

(I’m sorry if you’ve answered these in some way before)

Have a lovely weekend!

Hi Bo!! 🌟 I'm so good! I'm having the best afternoon with some coffee and a treat from Trader Joe's and working on a fluffy oneshot! I hope you're doing well! I love seeing you pop in my inbox!

The call of Bradley with a pine tree allergy and getting his best girl a fluffy pink one was too strong for me to resist! It was such a new thing for me that I wrote the whole thing on the notes app on my phone, it didn't even cross my mind to open a word doc for it, lol.

It's such a funny thing that for the years and years that I've jotted down ideas and dialogue that I never once thought of actually sitting down and trying my hand at writing fanfic until last year!

More for you under the cut!

My first foray into fandom and fanfic was when I was a nugget out there wilding on fanfic.net and shipping Clark/Lana from Smallville and Padme/Anakin from Star Wars. (back when I didn't even know what shipping meant, lol)

In college, I didn't have much time to read books because of all the school work, so I turned to fanfic again and got really into The Hunger Games. Dandelion Peeta had my heart, and all the modern AUs really softened the dystopian angst. That fandom had so many truly terrific writers, ones that I still follow even today.

Which is how I ended up becoming a big The 100 girlie. Some of my favorite THG authors started posting and writing for a couple of the main characters on that show and I was hooked. (it's been a lot of fun to learn that some of my fav TGM babes were also the 100 babes, so we've trauma bonded over it, haha)

And let me tell you, I need to be financially COMPENSATED by the CW for the chokehold this man had on me for like 5 years. (the hair! the gravely voice! the chin dimple! the biceps! the grumpy king with a heart of gold!)

If I was going to write for another fandom, it would be that one. Bellarke (bellamy blake and clarke griffin) still has my heart. At the height of it, I was spending hours every day reading fic for them. The chemistry between them was bananas and every week I was waiting on baited breath for any little interaction between them. It's funny now because the actors are actually married now, haha! The show gave us crumbs and went out with such a tragic whimper, but the fandom and the incredible talent there is probably why I was so invested and still read fics about them on AO3.

When I reread my favorite series The Winners Trilogy by Marie Rutkoski I fall DEEP into an Arin/Kestrel spiral. It's such an underrated YA series that I'm pretty sure I've read every piece of fanfiction that's out there (which isn't nearly enough) at least 5 times.

There was a brief Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen GOT era, but it was short lived.

I also like the Darkling/Alina dynamic from Shadow and Bone. I read the series when the books first came out before the show, and wasn't particularly enamored with them as a couple. But then they had to go and cast the pretty bearded attention whore that is Ben Barnes and I had simply no choice but to ship, lol.

I always joke and say that I don't pick the hyperfixations, that they choose me. But it's really true. The 100 ended in 2020 and I didn't have anything really capture my attention in the same way until TGM. This is the first fandom that I've really participated in, like getting to know other people and creating content! And it's been so wonderful!

Oof! Well, this got out of control quickly, lol. This was such a fun ask to get! I haven't been asked before, so I really went off the deep end here giving you my full life fandom history, haha!

#answers from alexa #inbox 💌#this got out of control very quickly lol #i am also very happy to rec fics to anyone if we have some of the same fandom interests!

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writercole · 2 years ago

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Hahahahhahahahaha

At last count, my wips - JUST WIPS - was over 50.

I'm working on a medical AU for TGM. There's a Noir!Detective Ryan from Yellowstone. A fluffy Dean Winchester piece. Two more asks for the bingo card thing (yours and one other!) And my rewrite of Sounds of Someday.

So...that's what you get.

WIP Game

Tagged by @myalchod merciiiiiiiiiiii^^

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips!

I think I recently did one but I did some writing in the meantime sooooo here we go! This time I'll only post the wips with more than one line of text (surprisingly high bar for my wip folder)

march määädness

undivorce the divorcees

workaholic im war (i was so close to calling that one warkaholic but i'm too young for that kind of dad joke)

enemies to lovers babey

idk Wilde Hühner auf dem Informationstag (this is the one I couldn't find earlier!!! and also the only german wip)

The proposal

my memory is shit (no fucking idea who already did that but I'm also super curious what y'all are up to) so I'm just going to love language no pressure tag some people @awordwasthebeginning @loulislife @blue-aconite @astrid-v @septemberrie @nyctophilic0vitnir @i-rely-on-you

#wips #just too many

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myysaints · 2 years ago

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don't make promises you can't keep (p.m.)

PETE "MAVERICK" MITCHELL x f!reader

⌗︙・ summary — months after you and maverick's... "thing"... ended, you find yourself face to face with the one that got a way. there's a reason why people don't make promises they can't keep.

contains — angst, pining, reader and mav have ~history~, fluffy ending!!

note — you can interpret this as being tg1 or tgm mav! i purposefully left the identity of the vice admiral (reader's boss) vague, but if you're going for tgm mav i recommend reading him as cyclone :) hope you enjoy! this one's a long one, i got way in over my head for mav 😵‍💫

Parties aren’t really your thing, you’ve decided.

Well, military parties, at least. Alright, to call this function a “party” would be giving it a great deal more praise than warranted - What it really is is a large charity gala hosted by General Kazansky, one in which only the highest-ranking officers and lieutenants are privy to attend. And somehow, you’ve made your way inside.

It all comes with the job. You suppose you should have known that being the secretary of a Vice Admiral would get you on the guest list of one of these… things, eventually.

In due course, your superior had said to you when you inquired on the possibility of these out-of-office functions. You’ll be representing a part of my office.

That’s why you’re now smoothening down your dress for the umpteenth time tonight, flashing your politest half-smile at some retired general in front of you. You don’t have a clue what he’s talking about - Something about the Top Gun programme, which, of course, you’re extremely familiar with by now. And, bored of having mansplained to you.

“-But you know, in all my years of flying and instructing at Top Gun, I’ve never, ever,” here the general laughs, and you smile politely, albeit distractedly, back, “Come across a man as brave - and as stupid - as Pete fuckin’ Mitchell.”

You blink, surprised. Pete Mitchell. Lieutenant. Or is he Captain, now? Well, whatever he is, you know him by-

Maverick.

It’s a name you’re familiar with, one that carries a tugging of heartstrings and brings a lump in your throat when you think about it.

The admired pilot with balls of steel and a nerve to match. Always hitting the mark on missions, but always defying the higher-ups while doing so. The man, the myth, the legend - Your one who got away.

Your memories of Maverick are a blurry daze of sweltering late-nights, legs tangled up in bedsheets, tracing stars on his back. Giggles smothered by messy kisses. Warm hands on your waist.

The empty bed when you awoke. The lonely nights that only grew longer once you realised -

He wasn’t coming back.

You still aren’t sure what exactly happened in your short stint with Pete Mitchell. You’d been head over heels for him, and you’d been so sure he felt the same - But as soon as you were ready to call what you two had love, he’d been called away to a mission in Iraq. Leaving you with nothing but a five-minute long call and a hesitating “I’ll miss you”.

You’d met when you were but a temporary administrative assistant at the Air Station, tasked with doing impossibly insignificant tasks, like filing papers and delivering coffee.

And Maverick? He’d been the suave golden boy who visited you at breaks, who asked around the office to find out which flowers were your favourite, who taught you how to play - and win - pool for the first time.

You fell for him instantly.

But that was all months ago, almost a year from now, so you don’t want to get your hopes up. You and Maverick, you try to convince yourself, are a thing of the past.

Still, you find yourself scouring the party for the rest of the night, cautiously sipping on your glass of champagne, praying to any God left. Though, praying for what, you don’t quite know.

You bid a hasty goodbye to the general and slip away as fast as you can. The flute in your hand is empty and screaming for refill. You have the feeling you’ll need it tonight.

Sighing, you make your way to the bar, silently gesturing to the bartender. As you rest your chin on your palm, eyes travelling through the crowd, you feel a tap on your shoulder.

Jumping, you whip around, only to hear a surprised “Shit!”. Then, something wet, dripping, on your arm.

“God, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” The stranger laughs in frustration, running a hand through his hair. “Jeez, this is not how I planned for this to go.”

Then it hits you.

“Maverick?” you say, feeling your cheeks heat up, involuntarily.

A small smile graces the features of the man before you.

“The one and only.”

Your heart - stupidly - does a little flip.

He looks good, dammit. Too good. It seems that in the weeks and months that have passed since you last saw him, he only got better - A better pilot, and better looking.

All these months, these days and nights, holding back tears of silent, unwilling yearning. All that crumbles in the face of his glorious, unwavering, being. All this time, and you’re still drawn to him. Magnetic.

“Here,” he begins to shrug off his suit jacket, “Take this.”

“Mav, that’s really not necess-”

“No, I insist.” He hands you his coat. “It’s the least I can do for ruining your dress. I just hope I haven’t ruined your night.”

You smile half-heartedly, shrugging before turning back to search for your missing flute of champagne. “Not really much to ruin, I suppose.”

You feel his gaze - soft, firm - as he helps you into his coat jacket. “So, how’ve you been?”

You’re unable to stop the scoff that escapes past your lips, and you don’t miss the slight frown that makes its way across Maverick’s face.

“How have I been?” you repeat emptily, observing the hurt that flits across your face.

“Is it a crime to ask?”

“Well, no, but considering you up and left my life like I was nothing, I guess I didn’t expect you to be at all interested in ‘how I’ve been’.” Your words come out in a breathless, angry rush, a flood of hurt and bottled up emotions threatening to break loose.

Something in his eyes deflates, and remorse courses through you. You try to ignore the way your heart hurts at the way his face crumples.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, rubbing his face, guilt written all over his face.

“Do you even know what you’re sorry for?”

It’s meant to come out harsh; An aimed jab at your shared history, complicated and short-lived as it was. But it instead leaves your mouth sounding like a plea, a quiet play at his heartstrings.

Maverick seems to relent, however, averting his gaze.

“I know.

"It was stupid of me. It was stupid of me to leave you, to not call, to pretend like what we had was nothing. But the truth, Y/N, the whole and honest truth, is that I was afraid. I was scared and I was a coward because I couldn’t face that what I felt for you was- was-”

His voice cracks, and your heart thrums. It beats for him.

“…It was love.”

Your breath hitches, and all at once, the world goes quiet. It’s a stupid cliche, overdone and overwrought, but the moment those words leave his mouth, everything else fades away.

No wine on the front of your dress. No bartender working behind the counter. No superiors to appease, no unnamed generals to smile at, no life-threatening missions to worry about, no distractions.

Just you and him.

Maverick gives a weak smile, laughing quietly in embarrassment. “But I guess I’m too late, huh?”

You frown. “What?”

He shrugs, though the jealousy glinting in his eyes betrays his faux nonchalance.

Nodding towards your boss mingling amongst the crowd, Maverick says, haltingly, “Your husband, right?”

You splutter, eyes going wide.

“No, no-” you hurry to correct, “-That’s my boss! I’m just- I’m his secretary, see.”

Maverick lets out a soft “Oh” of surprise. A soft blush settles over his cheeks.

You resist the urge to reach up and cup his face.

“So…” he ventures, hesitating. “You’re… single?”

You laugh lightly, nodding. “Indeed I am.”

A moment of silence lapses, though it’s a comforting one; Maverick smiles, and you’re pleasantly surprised to find that his jacket - after all this time - still feels just as right.

“Did you mean it? That you loved me?”

At the word “loved”, Maverick seems to flinch.

Was that not what he meant? That he loved you? It was love that he had for you, it was love that you had for each other. He said it himself for Christ’s sake.

Just as you’re about to double down, he speaks, his words rushed, “Iloveyounotloved.”

You blink.

What?

You stutter, with your heart in your throat and your lungs on fire, “I- You… love- You love…”

“I love you.”

Maverick’s eyes shine with hope, and you feel your heart clench and unclench and do a million somersaults.

“You do. You love me.”

He laughs, breathless, carelessly running a hand through his hair. “God. Yes. Of course I do, sweetheart, I’ve loved you ever since I first met you. I’ve loved you ever since you gave me that pink pen and laughed and said my signature looked good in pink. I’ve loved you ever since I first woke up to you beside me and I’ve loved you every morning since. I’m so fucking sorry I couldn’t be the man you needed, the man you deserve.”

He smiles sheepishly now, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. “I get that this is all really… really sudden, so I totally get if you want me to go and disappear from your life-”

“No!”

The conviction in your voice surprises even yourself, and you wrench yourself away from him.

Embarrassed, you say, tentatively, “I want you to stay.”

Maverick blinks. “Huh?”

“I want you to stay,” you say, louder, but still soft enough so that he has to cup his hands over his ears and mouth “What?”.

You sigh in frustration, nearly yelling as you exclaim, “I WANT YOU TO STAY!”

An unsettling silence settles over the whole party, and you blush, not missing the pointed - but amused - glance your boss sends you.

But that doesn’t matter. All of it - the disapproving frowns of generals, the raised eyebrows of fellow party-goers, the snickers and chuckles rising from the crowd - none of it holds any weight. Not when Pete “Maverick” Mitchell is standing in front of you, smiling like he just won the lottery.

And he practically did, he thinks.

“Alright, I’ll stay, you don’t have to yell,” Maverick grins cheekily, wrapping an arm around you. His chest is strong and warm against you.

“Promise you won’t be going anywhere?” you murmur, leaning your head against his sturdy frame.

A deep laugh rumbles in his chest, and you fight back a smile at the familiar sensation. Butterflies erupt in your stomach and threaten to spill.

“I promise.”

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honeypiehotchner · 2 years ago

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Gravedigger’s Daughter (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part three

Hi besties we’re back!! Thank y’all sm for all the love on this story🥺 I’ve loved writing it & I love that y’all love reading it💛💛 (but also don’t quote me on the accuracy of some stuff in here,,, I’ve never stood underneath the wing of a Super Hornet like they fly in TGM but I’ve stood underneath an A-10 so I kinda went with my experience of that)

Summary: You’re finally back in Fightertown to visit Penny and Amelia, but there also happens to be a group of aviators back at Top Gun. One of which who seems dead-set on wooing you.

Warnings: ooh boy, lots of sadness in this one, lots of tears, I cried my way through writing this (but it has a very fluffy end)

WC: 3,859

Being back at Top Gun makes you feel 18 again. Showing your ID at the gate, being recognized and told to have a wonderful day. Driving around to the parking lot and parking in your dad’s old space; no one parks there anymore, out of respect or what, you don’t know.

You can’t bring yourself to get out of the car. You’ve turned the engine off. Unlocked the door. But you can’t move.

The last time you were here, it was to collect your dad’s things. Your mom couldn’t do it, so she sent you. You didn’t mind, not really. You were glad to be here alone that day. You didn’t have to hide your tears or be strong for your mom. You were a complete wreck and no one said a word.

You’re better today. You don’t feel as awful as you did that day, five years ago, but you’re not far from it. Tears sting the back of your eyes and you blink the sensation away.

You’re here for a visit. You want to be here to visit. Why is it so hard if it’s something you want to do?

Finally, you open the car door, throwing yourself out and shutting the door in one swift motion. If you didn’t do it quickly, you knew it wouldn’t happen. So you keep moving. You lock the car and head up to the front door. The guard lets you in, but if he recognizes you, he doesn’t say it.

The emblem on the tile floor is just the same. You used to try to jump from one end to the other when you were little, but you only ever made it to the middle. Now you can easily step over it.

The hallway here is the next obstacle.

When you came to collect your dad’s things a few years ago, they asked if it was okay to leave something here: his helmet. It sat next to a picture of him in the cockpit, in a glass case. His headshot was framed above, engraved with In memory underneath, as well as 1968-2015.

It’s still there, except his helmet isn’t. You guess they’ve just put it away for the time being, because a new picture is in its place. An old one of your dad and Warlock.

You lean in closer, not sure if you’ve seen this picture before or not. It looks new to you, but it’s the Warlock you remember. The two of them were nearly inseparable.

“Y/N?”

You turn your head, recognizing his voice immediately. “Rear Admiral,” you smile.

“Ah,” he waves his hand as he comes toward you. “Whatever happened to Uncle Solomon?”

You’re not sure what it is about him saying that, but the tears well up in your eyes and he’s bringing you in for a hug before you can question any of it.

You hold on tightly, burying your face in his shoulder, willing the tears to retreat back into your eyes. They do, but it’s a close call.

“I could hardly believe my ears when Maverick told me you’d like to stop by,” the Rear Admiral says, pushing back from the hug but still holding onto your shoulders. “My god, you’ve grown.”

“It’s been almost ten years,” you laugh. “I was thirteen when you deployed, remember?”

“Has it been that long?” he asks. “So you’re…”

“Twenty-three now.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “You’re making me feel old, Y/N.”

“That’s my job,” you tease.

He grins. “Oh, give me another hug, kiddo, I’ve missed you.”

You gladly do, letting him squeeze you tightly this time.

“So,” you start, “scale of 1-10, how much have things changed?”

“Eleven,” Warlock replies quickly. “Maybe fifteen.”

“Damn,” you mutter. “Guess I should’ve expected that.”

“You know how it is,” he says.

“I know you can’t explain,” you remind him. “No need to be all vague. We can move on.”

He smiles gratefully. “Let’s take a walk. I have something in my office for you.”

“You didn’t need to get me anything,” you say, walking with him. “What is it?”

He almost answers, but stops himself. “You’ll see.”

You know better than to pry, so you drop it, knowing you’ll be at his office soon, anyway. If he’s the Rear Admiral, then it’s around here somewhere, and likely massive. And cluttered to all hell.

You pass many, many rooms with the doors shut and probably locked. Down one hallway is the barracks, where you’re sure Hangman’s room is. Warlock steers you in the opposite direction, making a big loop around, finally stopping outside his office.

“As you know, we kept something of your dad’s when he died,” the Rear Admiral says as he walks into his office, flicking on the lights.

Instantly, you know what he’s about to hand to you.

And you don’t want it.

“Please,” you interject. “You can keep it here. It’s important--”

“It is,” he agrees. “But it was important to your father that you got his helmet.”

“I can’t take it,” you protest. “It belongs here.”

“It belongs with you,” Warlock says, fighting each of your arguments.

He pulls out a set of keys and unlocks the cabinet behind him. You avert your eyes as he opens the door, too afraid to see it. They hadn’t put it out just yet when you were here last, so you haven’t seen it. Not since the last time he was wearing it, which was right before he left.

Right before he left to die.

“Y/N,” Uncle Solomon says gently. “He made me promise to put this in your hands.”

You sniffle, the tears beginning to return with a vengeance, ready to cascade down your cheeks. You shake your head. It’s all you can do to keep staring out the window.

“If you really don’t want it, I will keep it. I’ll keep it until you’re ready. But it’s yours.”

Slowly, you let yourself look at Uncle Solomon, and then down at the helmet in his hands. Your dad’s helmet.

A broken sob leaves your lips just at the sight of it. The black background, red capital letters spelling out GRAVEDIGGER, but the A is gray, made to look like a tombstone. It’s exactly as you remember it.

You see it all the time in your memories, when it was tradition to slap your dad’s head. “Make sure my helmet works,” he’d say, and you’d hit it once, and nod seriously. “It works.”

Uncle Solomon brings you into another hug, and you grasp the helmet, clutching it to your chest. It feels like you’re getting to hug your dad again, and you smack the helmet once, finally doing what you should’ve done before he left. You never got to do it that last time because he was never meant to go up in the air. He was training them, not flying. But things went south, and he had no choice. He went up so the other aviators could come home. Even though it meant he wouldn’t.

You think of those lives he saved and you’re grateful. You don’t know who they were -- security reasons and all. You’re glad they were able to come home. But oh, how you’ve cried for hours upon hours at how unfair it is that your dad never got to come home.

He was supposed to be at dinner. It was a quick mission. He said he’d see you at dinner in two days. Those two days were up and dinner was cooked. The doorbell rang and you thought that was weird, but you went to answer it anyway. You opened it and instead of your dad, you were met with two men in uniforms, sorrow written all over their bodies.

“No,” you remember saying, and that’s all you said. Over and over again. “No. No, no, no, no, no. No!”

Your mom heard your cries and rushed to your side. She saw the men and they only nodded, confirming what she knew. “We’re so very sorry,” they said, but all you heard was your own sobs.

Like now. All you can hear are the sobs wracking your body, Uncle Solomon’s quiet murmuring as he holds you, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Oh god,” you cry, wiping your face with the back of your hands, but the tears keep coming. “I miss him, Uncle Solomon, I miss him so much.”

“I know, kiddo, I do too,” he replies softly. “It’s okay,” he says, and his voice cracks, no doubt because he’s crying with you.

You realize your tears have spilled onto the helmet and you wipe them away, drying your hand on your pants.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it to his funeral,” Solomon says.

You shake your head. “You were dark, there’s no way you could’ve known.”

“I know.”

You don’t know what mission Solomon was on, but he was unreachable. It was no one’s fault. He had a job to do.

“He’d understand,” you reply, sniffling. “I understand too. You’re here now. And you held onto this,” you murmur, thumbing over the letters on the helmet. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Warlock says. “I have been meaning to reach out to you, but never could find the right time.”

“I guess the right time came to us instead,” you chuckle, wiping away more tears.

“I guess it did,” he agrees, wrapping an arm around you. “I didn’t mean to bombard you. I know this visit was very impromptu.”

“It was, and it’s alright,” you shrug. “I knew it was going to be hard. It took me five minutes to just get out of my car.”

“I understand,” he says. “I didn’t feel right coming back here without your dad.”

“But I know he’s glad you did,” you smile, giving up on wiping your tears away. “He’d be proud of you.”

“Of me?” Solomon says. “He’d be proud of you.”

“Don’t make me start crying again,” you groan, already feeling the lump in your throat. You take a deep breath and swallow it down. “I’m supposed to be getting a tour, you know. I can’t be sobbing the whole time.”

“A tour?” Solomon raises an eyebrow. “With who? Maverick?”

Shit. “Sure.”

“You’re lying.”

“Not technically.”

“Y/N.”

“With Hangman,” you cave. “But it’s not really a tour. I grew up here, for god’s sake, I know where everything is.”

“Ah, so that’s the one you’re smitten with,” the Rear Admiral starts to grin. “I knew there was one.”

“How?”

“An uncle knows,” he replies, and that’s all he’ll say about it. “I’ll walk you out.”

“Of course you will,” you mutter, knowing the only reason he’s doing this is so he can say something to Hangman.

You move your dad’s helmet to rest under your arm and follow Solomon out into the hall.

As the Rear Admiral is shutting his office door, he says, “You know they have an assignment coming up.”

This is all he can say, really. He can’t say what it is, where it is, when it is, or how long it will be. But he can say it’s an “assignment” and that it’s “coming up.”

“I gathered that,” you reply. Why else would they be here, especially Maverick?

“It will not be easy,” Solomon says, and that’s your clue. It’s highly dangerous. There are risks involved with everyday tasks and missions, but this is worse.

“Okay,” you nod. “Thank you.”

“Just looking out for you, kiddo,” he replies quietly.

“I know,” you murmur. “I appreciate it.”

The two of you walk in silence the rest of the way, outside toward the hangar. The jets are lined up per usual, but none of the aviators are in sight. They must be showering, or already headed to The Hard Deck.

Except one.

Hangman is waiting for you by his jet, standing at attention when he notices who you’re with.

“As you were, Lieutenant,” Solomon calls out once you’re closer.

“Sir,” Hangman responds, relaxing. “Y/N.”

You think this might be the first time Hangman has called you by your first name and not “sweetheart,” “honey,” or “darlin’.” It almost makes you snort.

“It was good to see you again,” the Rear Admiral says to you, holding out both arms.

You give him a hug as best you can while still clutching your dad’s helmet. “You too, Uncle Solomon,” you murmur. Hangman’s shocked expression is priceless.

“Have fun,” Solomon says. Then he looks at Hangman. “Not too much fun.”

Hangman nods. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright,” Solomon grins. “See you around, kiddo. See you tomorrow, Lieutenant.”

“Yes, sir. Have a good night,” Hangman replies with another nod.

Solomon leaves and heads back toward the building.

Hangman waits a few moments for the Rear Admiral to be out of earshot before he says, “Uncle Solomon?”

“Bet you weren’t expecting that one,” you tease. “I’ve called him Uncle Solomon since I was…god, probably five. I think the story goes that I said it out of the blue one day with zero prompting, and it stuck. Apparently my dad said, ‘She has spoken,’ and he’s been my uncle ever since.”

The warm memory brings more tears to the forefront of your eyes. Hangman notices immediately and his soft smile turns into a frown.

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying.”

You nod, and the tears start falling all over again. “Because I have.” You take in a shuddering breath, pressing the back of your hand over your mouth. “Rear Admir-- Warlock-- He gave me my dad’s helmet,” you hiccup, your arm tightening over it. “I wasn’t expecting--”

“C’mere,” Hangman murmurs, not waiting for any sort of reply from you before he pulls you in.

Despite having just cried your eyes out a few minutes ago, you do it yet again, this time in Hangman’s arms.

You wrap your free arm around him, sobbing into his shoulder. He holds you tighter, wishing he could fix it, but knowing that he can’t. You feel him widen his stance so you can put all your weight on him. He rests one hand on the back of your head, shushing you gently, and you swear you feel him kiss the top of your head.

You grip his uniform, pulling him closer, and he hugs you tighter in response, knowing what you need without having to be told.

You’re inconsolable for who knows how long, and eventually you calm down, but Hangman still holds you up.

And you let him.

You bury your nose in his shirt, inhaling, loving the way he smells and how it fills your lungs. You don’t want to move, but you know you’ll have to at some point. Right now, though, you just want to stay here. Forever.

“I hate seein’ you sad, sweetheart,” Hangman whispers, and this time you definitely feel him kiss your head.

You nod into his shirt, which is more like rubbing your face and tears all over him.

“I got you,” he says. “You okay?”

“Better,” you murmur, turning your head to rest your cheek on his shoulder. You take another deep breath, harsh and shuddering. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he replies, but doesn’t move. Neither do you.

You open your eyes and look at the jets, the sky, the hangar. The things that you’ve grown up around and loved. Things that feel like home to you.

You lift your head, eyebrows furrowed, looking up at the jet next to you. “We’re standing under a Super Hornet, aren’t we?”

Hangman grins. “As a matter of fact, we are.”

“That’s what my dad flew,” you murmur, your eyes filling with tears again. “Is that what you fly?”

“It is,” Hangman replies gently. “In fact, we’re standing under my jet right now. I was just finishing checks when you and the Rear Admiral got here.”

“Sorry if we ambushed you,” you murmur.

Nothing about this feels weird. Talking to him, still safely tucked in his arms. You know by now you probably should’ve stepped back, stepped out of his arms, but you haven’t. It’s like both of you are waiting for the other to let go, and both of you refuse to.

He shakes his head. “You didn’t.” He pauses, looking down at you, his eyes wandering all over the place. Your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your lips. “So,” his eyes snap back to your eyes. “Still up for a tour?”

“Maybe,” you shrug. “Maybe a small one.” You lift your free arm off of him and reach up, cursing. “Damn.”

“What?”

“I’m still not tall enough to reach the wings.”

“You’re close, here,” Hangman, without warning, tightens his grip and lifts you skyward.

“What are you-- Hey!”

“So you can touch the wing!” he laughs, not even straining. “What?”

“Oh, fine,” you mutter, laughing with him, raising your arm and touching the wing easily. You can’t help but grin once you do. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he says, carefully placing you back down.

He uses this as an opportunity to let go of you entirely, but he doesn’t step away from you. Although your arms aren’t around each other, they might as well be.

You’re suddenly very aware of the helmet under your arm and you bring it forward, looking down at the call sign. Hangman looks down, eyebrows furrowing.

“Wow,” he says.

“Yeah,” you murmur. “I wonder if it fits me anymore. I used to try it on to be funny,” you pause to laugh, “but it always swallowed my head.”

“You could try it on,” he says.

“I know,” you reply quietly. “Just working up the courage.”

“Want me to help?”

“No,” you shake your head. “Thanks, I just--” Another deep breath. “Doesn’t feel right. Not yet.”

“That’s alright,” Hangman replies. “You wanna take a walk? See the other jets and cool down.”

“Yeah,” you nod, smiling a little. “That sounds good, let’s.”

“Come on,” he nods down the tarmac, holding out his arm for you to take. It’s almost instinctual, the way he does it, his southern roots undeniable.

And you take it without hesitation, glad to hold onto him a little more as you walk.

+++

Hangman insists on cheering you up, so after dropping off your dad’s helmet at Penny’s, you head with him to The Hard Deck.

You wanted to spend the night inside on Penny’s couch, but the idea of hanging out at the bar with everyone is too enticing. Especially the idea of beating Hangman at darts and pool -- again.

All heads turn toward the door when you walk in, probably standing a little too close, but it’s not like you’re holding hands. Still, all the aviators eye you with suspicion, no doubt because they were wondering why Hangman stayed back at Top Gun.

“There you are,” Penny waves you over. “I was wondering how long you’d be.”

Maverick stands from his stool, grinning cautiously. You can tell that he knew today was hard. “I was beginning to think Hangman here kidnapped you.”

“Not quite,” you say.

Maverick pauses, still hesitating. “Did you-- Did Rear Admiral--?”

“Yes,” you nod, saving him the trouble. “It’s at home-- at Penny’s.”

“Good,” Maverick replies. “That’s good. And you’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” you say. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” Mav nods.

Hangman hands you a beer. “Your usual.”

“Thanks,” you smile.

Maverick looks between the two of you. “Okay...”

You already know what he wants to say, so you remove yourself from the conversation. “If you need me, I’ll be at the dart board.”

“Not so fast, sweetheart,” Hangman follows you. “I’ve been practicing.”

“You’re full of shit,” you laugh. “But alright. Let’s see if you’re any easier to beat.”

He’s not. But he tries his hardest, which is adorable.

After a few rounds of darts, you move on to the pool table, not wanting the night to end anytime soon.

“You wanna rack ‘em this time?” you ask, sipping your beer.

“With pleasure,” Hangman grins.

He makes a whole show of it. It has you rolling your eyes and laughing, which was his plan all along. When you break, none of the balls land, but when Hangman has his turn, he makes sure to sink a stripe, letting you have the solids.

Midway through your second game of pool (you won the first, of course), you hear everyone get quiet as someone begins playing the piano.

“I forgot that thing was even tuned,” you comment, rubbing chalk on your stick.

“Rooster’s favorite party trick is tearing up the piano,” Hangman explains.

It’s true, Rooster is amazing. He’s just messing around right now, but it sounds insane.

“You know what time it is!” You hear Rooster shout. He plays a few chords, and then to your surprise, everyone, including Hangman, yells out, “Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!”

You hang your head with a laugh as everyone goes crazy. Even Hangman, who you’ve noticed has a bit of a frenemies thing going on with Rooster, is beaming, gearing up to sing along.

You expect him to join them at the piano, but instead he turns around and starts singing into his pool stick.

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain, too much love drives a man insane,” he nods his head dramatically. “You broke my will, but what a thrill.”

“Oh my god,” you shake your head at him with a smile.

This reaction isn’t good enough for him, though, and he continues singing, walking toward you with his pool stick in hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Kiss me baby.”

You give him a look.

“Ooh, that feels good, baby,” Hangman laughs, taking your hand to spin you in a circle. “I wanna love you like a lover should.” He pulls you against his chest. “I’ma tell the world that you’re mine, mine, mine, mine!”

He spins you again and you keep going, giggling like you used to when you were a little kid.

“Come on baby, you’re driving me crazy,” he sings, pulling you back in.

You shake your head. “Goodness gracious--”

“Great balls of fire!”

Everyone cheers as Rooster plays through the interlude of the song, his fingers gliding across the piano with ease.

You continue dancing with Hangman, having the most fun you’ve had in a long time. You feel free. Hangman leaves his pool stick against the wall, using both hands to dance with you.

“Kiss me baby,” Hangman sings, and you shake your head, but you’re still grinning. He pulls you in abruptly, one hand holding yours, outstretched, the other holding the small of your back. “I wanna love you like a lover should.”

“You’re fine, you’re so kind,” you sing.

And the both of you sing, “I’ma tell the world that you’re mine, mine, mine, mine!”

The dancing continues as Rooster plays the chorus one more time, everyone far from being done.

Unbeknownst to you, everyone is watching you and Hangman as you continue to dance in whatever way you two think is fun. All that matters is Hangman sees a smile on your face, and that’s what he wanted. After a day like today, he wanted you to have a night full of laughter.

#gravedigger’s daughter #jake hangman seresin #hangman top gun #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x fem!reader #top gun maverick fanfiction #jake hangman seresin x you #hangman x reader #hangman x fem!reader #hangman x you #glen powell

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callsigndragon · 2 years ago

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Jake comes home to see asleep in bed with your pets. He's quick to change and join in on the evening cuddles.

PuPPIEZ oh yes I'm all in for domestic Jake Seresin 😭💕

Jake loves his babies. And when he says his babies, he's talking about the dogs and you, of course. You two have a 4 year old golden retriever named Tucker and a tabby kitten you found almost six months ago in the backyard. The kitten's name is Cheddar because yes, Jake saw an orange cat and said: "Looks like a cheddar fur ball"

Those two are absolutely in love with you. For example, you're watching a movie with Jake and you get up from the sofa, going to the kitchen to get something to eat. You immediately have Tucker and Cheddar following you around the house. It doesn't matter where you go, even if you get out of the bed to go to the toilet, they'll wait for you at the door.

So it doesn't surprise Jake when he arrives home one night and sees you've dozen off in bed, a random movie on the TV, Tucker sleeping next to your legs, his head over them, and Cheddar curled in your arms. He moves carefully, trying not to wake up any of you and takes a picture, knowing that this would be in the folder he has on his phone gallery. It's the one he uses when he's away and he misses you and the fur babies.

After taking the picture, he goes change and gets under the covers. The movement wakes Tucker but Jake pets his head softly, and he goes back to sleep. Fearing that any of you would awake, he kisses your forehead softly yet lovingly, and turns off the lights before cuddling his favorite baby: you.

#jenn answers #fluffy tgm asks #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #top gun maverick fanfic #top gun fanfiction #hangman x reader #jake hangman x reader #hangman imagine #hangman seresin

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theharddeck · 2 years ago

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except for maybe you, and your simple smile

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Julie Floyd (OC)

Synopsis: Hangman's girlfriend makes sure Jake is taken care of during Payback’s bachelor party, and the morning after, he decides to return the favor

Warnings: 18+, minors please DNI – starts out pretty fluffy, then it does devolve into smut and swearing, the usual (i.e. explicit freceiving!oral and PiV sex)

Length: 6.7k

A/N: I'm considering writing a holiday fic with Julie, so wanted to start bringing her over from ao3. if this goes well, i might cross-post their meetcute, so lmk if y'all want more! tldr Julie Floyd is Bob's older sister; they meet during TGM when they both go to the infirmary to check in on Bob and Phoenix after the training crash.

tagging: @peakyrogers @wildbornsiren @fuckyeahhangman @laracrofted (ik you’ve already seen it but still), @princessofglitterland @callsignvalley @daggerspare-standingby @almostgenerallyalways @jadore-andor @bioodforbiood @blue-aconite @winterrebel04 @gigisimsonmars and if you're not on the list but want to be, or the inverse, let me know!

read on ao3 instead

Which meant she alone bore tribute to the judges’ poor rationale on the GBBO.

Julie’s favorite baker had produced 46 macarons, just short of the requisite four dozen, which would be a valid criticism except she had made four dozen, but had startled into crushing two of them when another contestant dropped his kitchen aid on his foot. And now Xiomara was being voted off, because Paul Hollywood couldn’t appreciate the absolute genius that was a flight of macarons inspired by Camille Saint-Saens’ Carnival of the Animals , even if she was two short of perfection.

Julie was pulled out of her brooding by the vibrating of her phone on the bedside table.

She checked the caller ID and sat up quickly, muting the TV as she answered the call.

“Natasha? Everything okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, babe, all good,” Natasha shouted into the phone, over the clamor of a noisy bar. “Your boyfriend’s getting sloppy drunk; we found him feeding quarters into a decorative payphone, trying to call you, so here he is.”

There was a shuffling sound, and Julie relaxed back into the pillows against the headboard. Natasha sounded perfectly sober, but Julie had heard stories about how she could drink any of the guys under the table, so her friend’s voice wasn’t a tell of how far gone the others could be.

“Julia,” she heard a moment later, Jake’s voice making her smile. He was the only one who used her full name, but she’d decided years ago that she didn’t mind.

Or maybe that was just the power of a Texan accent.

“Hey, Hangman,” Julie said into the phone. “You having fun?”

“Phoenix is bullying me,” he said, and she heard him grunt as Natasha presumably swatted at him, before he turned away from her. “I think she’s a cyborg or something, Jules; she’s downing shots like they’re water.”

Julie shook her head. “Just make sure you’re drinking water, yeah? Let’s do our level best to keep the hangover at bay.”

There was a loud sigh, so close that it shorted out the microphone. “You’re so good at that,” Jake said, and he sounded cross.

“At what?” Julie asked, trying her hardest to keep her amusement out of her voice.

“Taking care of me,” Jake said, his voice somehow still put out.

“Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing?”

“S’not,” Jake said, then he sniffed. “You’re just…very good.”

He was sweet when he was sentimental, like it snuck up on him. Jake was pretty good about compliments when he was sober, but it was always affirming to hear the guileless version when he was a little tipsy.

“I hear you’re pretty good too,” Julie reassured him, thinking that Jake was probably the only person she knew who could get away with having a catch phrase in real life.

“Course I am,” Jake responded immediately, then he paused as he thought it over. “But I’m good at things, you’re just decent. Like kind and shit.”

Julie smoothed the comforter, the white down feeling soft under her fingers, rippled around where her weight crumpled it. “We’re getting you there.”

Jake hummed a little, like he disagreed but didn’t want to say it. “I like when you say we’re a we.”

Julie pushed the wrinkles back the other way on the comforter. “We are, aren’t we?”

“I know, but I like it. It’s nice,” Jake paused. “I miss you.”

Julie stopped fidgeting with the comforter, surprised by the sweet longing in his voice. “Babe, you saw me like four hours ago,” she said gently.

“What happened to my feelings being valid?” Jake asked, candor replaced by petulance.

“They are, of course,” Julie amended quickly.

Jake huffed. “Well I miss you.”

“I’ll see you in a couple hours more, yeah?” Julie offered. “How’s that sound?”

“Good,” he said wistfully. “That sounds good. You’re so good, Julia, I mean it.”

Julie went back to the comforter. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she told him.

“See this is what I mean!” Jake said, annoyed again. “Just take the compliment, okay? It doesn’t have to be about me too.”

Julie tipped her head. “What happened to liking ‘we’?”

“Of course I like ‘we’,” Jake said, thinking. “I love you.”

Julie smiled. “I love you, too.”

“I love you too,” Jake said, and Julie could practically see everyone around him rolling their eyes.

“Alright, Seresin, you get back to having fun, okay?” she told him.

Jake sighed, like he was steeling himself for a daunting task.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Well, not okay, but I’ll try. The guys won’t let me play pool.”

“Bastards,” Julie said, loyally.

“It’s okay; the sticks are awful sharp, did you know? They are,” he said solemnly, and the background noise got louder as someone pulled his attention away from the phone. “Oh, hey, Fanboy. Yeah, it’s Julia. Now, wait–-”

There was a rustling sound on the other end, which Julie assumed was Mickey fighting the phone away from Jake. She waited for it to stop, and then a moment later heard the wizzo’s voice on the line.

“Julie, your boyfriend’s bringing this down,” Mickey complained. “At this rate, he’ll be tapping out in an hour.”

Julie didn’t think Mickey sounded 100% either, but she wasn’t about to say it.

“Do me a favor and keep him vertical,” she said instead, and she heard Mickey snort.

“Anything for my second favorite Floyd,” he rejoined.

Julie shook her head, reaching over to grab the binder inside the nightstand, flipping pages till she found room service.

“Alright, I’ll take the hint and sign off,” she told Mickey. “Have a reasonable amount of fun, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mickey said. “Here’s Phoenix.”

There was a shuffling as the phone was passed back, and Julie heard Natasha’s longsuffering sigh before she put the phone up to her ear.

“All the men I love are lightweights,” Natasha said. “What are we gonna do about that?”

Julie laughed quietly. “Are they lightweights, or are you superhuman, Nat?”

“Now you sound like Jake,” she said, and Julie could hear the grin on her friend's voice. “At this rate, we’ll be home before 2am. Call you if anything changes, but don’t wait up, okay?”

“Okay,” Julie agreed. “Make good choices.”

“Don’t I always,” Natasha said, and she hung up.

Julie put the phone back on the side table, a small smile on her face as she looked around the room.

That group was special. Some of them went back to their first pass through Top Gun, some of them had first met when they were trained by Captain Mitchell, but their friendship was sweet to get to witness. Julie knew Robbie was disappointed to miss out on this weekend, but he was needed at Lemoore and had negotiated for the week of Reuben’s wedding off.

Julie checked the amount of time left in the episode, then the finale, then took a quick break to order room service. If she was going to watch more minor atrocities be committed for the sake of British baking, it was going to be accompanied by hotel-made creme brulee.

----

Julie hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but between the sugar of the dessert and the soothing accents on her screen, she blinked awake in the bright lights of the room. There was something else too…

A moment later, she heard it again, the beeping of the room key reader, as it declined entry. Julie rolled off the bed pulling her sweatshirt over her thumbs and padding over to the door, to check the peephole.

It was nearly covered by brown hair and through the door, Julie could hear Jake muttering, coaching himself through opening the door.

The reader beeped again and Julie waited until she heard weight shift away from the door before opening it slowly.

Jake startled, hands coming out for balance as the hallway moved around him. He was weaving slightly, not enough for monumental concern, and Julie waited for him to gain his bearings and find her.

“Julia,” he grinned broadly, relieved. “I think our door is broken.”

Julie looked down to where he was pressing his credit card against the hotel room door, the reader determinedly showing red as it waited for the room key. “We’ll call the desk in the morning, get them to come check it out.”

“I guess,” Jake frowned, doubtful, then looked back up at her.

Julie held out a hand, opening the door further to pull him back into the room. Jake took her hand as he walked by her, but then he raised her arm over her head.

Julie let him lead her into a twirl, knowing they looked absolutely ridiculous in the hallway. She, barefoot in pajama shorts and a sweatshirt, Jake in a button down, jeans, and the cowboy boots he wore on principle when he was out of uniform. Smiling stupidly, moving gracelessly, but Jake looked pleased when she centered back on him, and so she was okay with it.

“Hey, darlin’,” he said, voice lower closer, proud of himself for the move.

“Sugar,” Julie teased, always amused when Jake’s Texan came out stronger when he was a little out of it.

She closed the door behind them, but Jake didn’t let go of her hand, pulling her back to him, their arms settling around each others’ waists. Jake was still weaving, but in context, it felt almost like dancing. Side to side between feet, stomachs and hips close together, quiet in the bright lights of the room. Julie tilted her head to rest her chin on Jake’s shoulder. He was just taller than her barefooted, and the boots helped a little, as they turned in a slow circle in the entryway.

“We should go line dancing,” Jake said, his voice rumbling through his chest. He was warm, his shoulders heavy and chest broad against her, and he felt soft, relaxed.

“In Chicago?” Julie asked, swaying along with him.

“In Chicago,” Jake scoffed. “Absolutely not.”

“Alright,” Julie agreed, trying not to laugh, “location to be determined at a later date. Want to take your boots off?”

Jake looked down, seemingly surprised to find them still on his feet.

“Yeah, okay,” he said, and dropped his arms immediately.

He moved over to an ottoman in the entryway, sitting widely and leaning down to pull off his boots. Julie stayed near the door, watching him.

For all his arrogance when she’d first met him, this version of him always seemed the closest to real. Honest and bumbling, dutifully following instructions, twirling her because he could, dancing because he wanted to. With his thighs spread and hands tugging at the leather, Julie thought she could see him a century ago, coming home to a ranch in Wyoming, after a cattle drive.

Of course, in that image, she’d have an apron instead of pajama shorts, and a kitchen instead of a nursing degree.

Jake lined his boots up carefully and looked back up at her.

“I smell like a bar,” he announced.

Julie pressed her lips together. “That does track, yes.”

“I’m gonna shower,” he said, nodding determinedly.

“Sounds good,” Julie said. She needed to get ready for bed anyway, so she could keep an eye on him.

“Don’t fall asleep without me, okay?”

Julie looked back at him at his simple request, worry clear on his face.

He was drunk enough that she hadn’t planned on leaving him unattended near a running tap, or pushing for anything other than sleep. But the sweetness in his ask settled over her, and she smiled softly.

She crossed over to him, cupping the side of his face with her hand. When he was on duty, Jake kept himself clean-shaven, but on weekends like this, or ends of weekends like this, he was a bit of a scratchy scruff going, and it was rough against her palm. One of Jake’s hands circled her wrist and he turned his head to press against the inside of it, waiting for her answer.

“Take a shower, Dallas,” she told him. “I’ll wait for you.”

He smiled, a simple thing that turned the corners of his mouth up slightly and he nodded. He pushed himself to his feet, weaving slightly before he regained his balance and started towards the bathroom.

Julie stopped by his suitcase to grab pajama pants and a Longhorns tshirt before following him. Her toiletries were already on the counter and she left Jake’s clothes on the commode. She brushed her teeth, keeping an eye on her boyfriend through the frosted glass of the shower doors, then washed her face. By the time she’d made it to the serum portion of her skincare routine, Jake was simply standing under the shower spray, water running over his body, his rote actions completed.

“How we doing in there?” she asked, and Jake jumped.

“Uh, good,” he said, rolling his shoulders. “Good. Almost done.”

“Take your time,” Julie said reassuringly, leaning back against the countertop as she worked the serum in with a jade roller.

A couple minutes later, the tap turned off, and as Jake pulled the towel off the top of the shower door into the stall with him, Julie let herself out of the bathroom to give him some privacy. She kept the door cracked, of course, so she could hear if anything happened, but moved the creme brulee dishes and tray from the bedside table, clearing the area.

Jake was humming Jingle Bells as he brushed his teeth, a habit he normally kept inaudible, to get him to two minutes. Julie flipped off the overhead lights, leaving on the headboard light on Jake’s side as she turned down the covers. As she slipped under the comforter, she heard Jake opt up for the final “one horse open sleighhhh”.

A minute later, Jake stood silhouette in the bathroom light, pausing as he looked into the room. His hair was obviously towel dried, sticking straight up at the crown of his head, none of his normal styling methods implemented. It was an endearing effect, especially combined with the rumpled pajamas.

“Come over,” Julie said, flipping the edge of the comforter open. Thankfully, her nap earlier hadn’t been deep enough that she now didn’t want to sleep, but she was sure Jake was more tired than he was aware.

Jake flipped off the light and ambled over to the bed, dropping heavily into it.

“No, you come over,” he mumbled, holding open an arm.

Julie smiled to herself, rolling over towards him. “You’re not gonna get that light are you?” she asked.

“What light?”

When she looked up at him, Jake’s brow was wrinkled in confusion, and his eyes were very much closed. Julie lifted herself over him, flipping off the light before tucking herself back into his side.

“There ya go,” Jake said, sounding very pleased with himself for someone who didn’t do anything.

“There you go,” Julie repeated into his chest. Jake’s tshirt was a little damp from the humidity in the bathroom, but she could feel the warmth of him through it, and, relaxed like this, he felt so comfortable.

“Thanks for fixing the broken door,” Jake mumbled, craning his neck to press a kiss to the top of her forehead.

“Of course,” Julie whispered back. “Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah,” Jake said, breaking off in a yawn. “Drank water too, like you said.”

Julie patted his chest consolingly. “Well done, babe.”

“Thank you,” Jake yawned again. “Night, darlin’.”

Julie smiled in the darkness, knowing he couldn’t see. “Goodnight, sugar.”

Her eyes drifted shut as she heard Jake’s breathing even out, the steadiness of his heartbeat like a simple lullaby as sleep washed over them both.

-----

Sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting the room in a gentle warm light, and Julie blinked awake. She lay still for a moment, following the narrow beam of light from between where the two curtains almost met, a ray of sunlight across the bottom of the bed. She could feel Jake’s breath against her neck, uneven enough for her to know he was awake before she turned around to face him.

He let go of her as she rolled over, but his hand returned to her waist when she settled. His thumb stroked lightly underneath the hem of her sweatshirt, brushing a little half moon over her skin. Julie settled onto the pillow, their noses just a breath apart, and she couldn’t help but smile at him.

His green eyes were bright in the morning light, his mussed hair stuck up in an unkempt pattern, and Julie reached up to smooth it down. Jake’s eyes fluttered slightly when her nails met his scalp, and she ran her fingers through his hair to settle it,

“Hey,” Julie whispered.

“Hey,” Jake said back, his voice scratchy, and Julie smiled at the rough texture of it. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” Julie ran her hand down the back of his head, curling around the back of his neck. “I think we need to get better sheets for the apartment.”

Jake smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I knew splurging on the hotel was gonna cost me more than the weekend.”

“You and me both,” Julie sighed, stretching a little. “What about you–-did you sleep okay? How’re you feeling?”

Jake hummed. “Someone reminded me halfway through the night that I should be drinking water. Saved me a hell of a hangover, I think.”

Julie scratched lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck. “She sounds like a genius.”

“Definitely that,” Jake agreed. “She also waited up to make sure I got in okay, and that I didn’t drown myself in the shower.”

“She should probably be nominated for sainthood,” Julie prompted, but then she couldn't keep up the charade. “I have a confession.”

“That’s thematic,” Jake said.

“I didn’t wait up for you, not at first. I fell asleep watching Great British Bakeoff, and woke up when the door kept beeping because you were trying to open it with your credit card instead of the room key”

Jake laughed, and Julie lifted herself off his chest to look at him.

God, he was handsome.

Such a classic, silly, word, but it fit him. Fit his charm and his ease, his straight teeth and stubborn chin, and how he’d just woken up and his hair was barely finger-combed, but he still looked like something gorgeous.

He calmed down, face pressed into the pillow across from her, and under her sweatshirt, his fingers stilled.

“Ah, Julia,” he said, his voice somehow still scratchy. “You can’t look at me like that.”

Julie rolled her eyes, pulling her hand away from his hair to press it over her eyes. “Take it up with your pretty face; it’s not my fault.”

She heard him laugh again, quieter this time, and then he pulled her hand away from her face. He didn’t let go of her wrist, circled by his fingers, and the hand on her waist pushed further under her sweatshirt, spreading over the skin there.

“Either way,” Jake said quietly, his eyes intent. “Thank you.”

Julie licked her lips. “For what?”

Jake’s eyes crinkled, but his mouth barely moved into a smile. “You answered when Phoenix called, and we yelled at you like lunatics in the middle of Clark Street. You got out of bed to let me in, and waited up after that, to make sure I was okay.”

Julie sighed, wishing Jake understood those weren’t monumental acts of kindness, as much as they were things people did when they cared. And he knew she cared, but he seemed to forget how much.

“That’s my job, honey,” Julie said softly.

Jake was still for a moment, and the lines around his eyes deepened before he leaned across the pillow to kiss her. Julie smiled at the first brush of his lips over hers, soft and careful, just quick appreciation. After a moment, he went to pull back, but Julie followed him. Jake’s hand tightened on her waist as her body pressed against his, and he kissed her slow and deep, until the world felt like maple syrup around them.

“Always taking care of me,” Jake murmured against her skin. His stubble scraped against her face as he nudged her chin up with his nose, tipping Julie’s head back. She swallowed heavily as he kissed her neck, a slow press of lips and a tease from his tongue before he moved on to a new spot. “I think it’s my turn now.”

“Tor what?” Julie asked, her voice sounding breathless, which Jake seemed to appreciate. He blew out a slow breath, cool air over a spot he’d just licked, and Julie shivered.

“To take care of you,” Jake said against her skin. His lips closed over her and Julie bit back a whine as she felt the pressure of his mouth and the carefulness of his words at her core.

“I told you it’s not like that,” Julie managed to say, carding her hands through his hair. When she pulled lightly, he sucked a little harder and Julie gasped.

Her hand fell from his hair to his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. She wanted his weight, more pressure, more of him, and when he let her lead him, she felt his chuckle through his chest. Jake shifted, obliging, his strong thighs on either side of hers, and the hand at her waistband moved over her stomach and down.

“I know,” Jake said soothingly, his fingers skimming across her hip bone, over her underwear. “But I want to anyway. Will you let me?”

Julie looked up at him, his broad shoulders and his tan skin, bright eyes and morning hair, and shook her head.

“Why’d you have to bring reciprocity into it?” she asked.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “So you’re saying you don’t want me to…” he trailed off as his fingers dipped below the hem of her Calvin Kleins. His hand brushed over smooth skin and dense hair before his broad palm settled warmly over her core. His thumb rubbed lightly over the inside of her thigh, but his palm settled, cupping her.

Julie’s hips canted up of their own volition, wanting more pressure, more friction. Jake didn’t move though, just stayed, waited, eyes laughing, as Julie willed her body to still.

“Need something, darlin’?” Jake teased.

Julie scowled at him. “Why do you have to be so smug about it?”

Jake shrugged lightly, his thumb continuing its maddening pattern inside her thigh. “Why do you have to be so principled about it?”

He rolled his hips slightly, pushing his hand more firmly against her, but still not moving beyond giving her more of his weight.

“Come on, Julia,” Jake whispered. He braced himself on his elbow before leaning down to kiss her, pulling away almost as soon as she rose to meet him. He kissed her jaw, her neck, and she felt his lips curl into a smile over his teeth as he pulled back again. Julie realized she was grinding up against the hand he was insisting on keeping still, and she pulled at his hair to bring him back to her mouth.

Jake inhaled sharply as he kissed her, his lips soft and hungry and Julie loved that she could feel his chest expanding with his breath as he moved over her. He pushed his torso off of her, their noses touching, their lips a breath away, and Jake’s eyes were dark as they traced over her face. His hand lifted, his thumb moving up to brush over her clit, and Julie jolted at the contact.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Jake murmured. He moved his thumb again, and Julie shuddered as he circled over her.

“Jake-–” she started, breaking off as he pulled back.

“Please,” he said, determinedly, and his middle finger traced along her slit. Julie gasped as he dragged his finger through the wetness there, and Jake groaned quietly. “Let me taste you here, Jules.”

How the hell was she supposed to say no to that?

Julie nodded mutely, rewarded by the nearly canine smile that Jake’s mouth curled into.

“Thank you, baby,” Jake breathed, leaning down to kiss her again before pushing himself off of her. He settled back on his thighs, kneeling around hers, and his hands smoothed down her sides before grabbing the waistband of her shorts and underwear.

“Lift,” he commanded quietly, and Julie lifted her hips off the bed so he could pull them off of her. “Good girl.”

Julie pressed her lips together, not even pretending that his praise didn’t affect her. They both knew it did, he loved that it did, and so it worked out pretty great all around.

Jake pressed her back to the bed with a hand over her stomach, fingers splayed and pressure steady. With his other hand, he reached for one of her knees, guiding it down towards the mattress, and Julie’s legs opened. Jake made a sound low in his throat, looking down at the apex of her thighs, and his hand on her stomach drifted down over her thigh to the same spot just above her knee.

“So pretty,” he said quietly, almost to himself, and Julie blushed. It wasn’t like she was bashful at this point in their relationship, but his frank appreciation still felt like it set her skin aflame. Jake slid off the end of the bed, his grip on her legs turning so he could grasp the back of her knees, and he pulled her sharply to the edge of the bed. He knelt then, his face so close to the core of her, and when he blew out a shaky breath, Julie felt it against her.

“Jake, please-–”

“No, baby,” Jake said, his voice quiet and steady. He pressed a slow kiss to one of her thighs, then the other, ignoring the place where she was aching for him. His mouth was soft and warm, his jaw scratchy from his beard, and he rubbed his chin against her thighs like he was getting comfortable. “You almost didn’t let me down here, and now you want to tell me how it goes? I don’t think that’s how it works.”

He was so close, she could practically feel his words against her skin, but he still didn’t touch her, the sweetest torture. Julie’s hips rose and Jake’s grip on her thighs tightened slightly, pressing her deeper into the mattress.

“Say please, angel,” he said quietly, and Julie felt his words past her skin, in her blood, her breath catching.

“Please, Jake,” she breathed, and he made a sound in the back of his throat, like a purr.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, and then he leaned into her.

God, his tongue.

Julie’s head fell back as he licked up her center, tongue flat and broad as he spread her with it. He made that low sound again, like approval and hunger, and he licked her. Slow like he wasn’t in a hurry, like he wanted to savor her, like he knew it would drive her crazy. He pulled back, teasing her with light kisses and Julie’s back bowed away from the bed when his tongue found her clit. He sunk into her, and she parted for him, succumbed, accepted and wanted and needed him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jake whispered against her skin, and Julie looked down at him when he pulled back. He brushed his thumb across his lower lip, “You taste damn good.”

He lowered that hand to her, teasing her opening, and Julie’s eyes fluttered touch at the lightness of that touch. As his mouth returned to her clit, his finger traced through her folds, soothing and searching.

“Jake,” Julie moaned as his mouth laved over her, “you feel so good, please, I need–-”

She broke off as he pressed his finger into her, sitting back on his heels to look at her. His eyes were dark and he lifted his chin, panting, watching her. Julie could see his chest rising as he steadied his breathing, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and, fuck, taste her while he looked down at her.

“I know,” Jake said, voice low. “I always know, don’t I?”

“Yes,” Julie whispered, and it was true. He eased another finger into her, slow and steady, stretching her gently.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Jake said, his accent thickening as he looked over her. “Open up for me.”

Julie shuddered when he moved his wrist, curling his fingers inside her. The stretch of him felt heavenly, grounding, and when his mouth returned to her clit, Julie whimpered.

Jake worshipped her with his mouth, worked her with his fingers, and she heard his breathing grow ragged again as he pleasured her. Pressure built in her core, low and pulsing, driven by the stroke of his fingers and the pull of his tongue and Julie felt her thighs start to tremble.

Jake pulled back, chest heaving, his breath warm against her.

“Fuck, sweetheart, it’s so pretty,” he murmured, his fingers pressing deeper into her and wringing a cry out of Julie. “That’s it, angel, look how well you’re taking me.”

Julie’s hips stuttered at his words, arching up into his hand as he worked her. No matter how far gone she was, Jake could always push her farther with his words, running over her like a caress, like velvet. His fingers brushed against a deep part of her and Julie’s back bowed off the bed as she cried out.

“Shit, Jake,” she moaned, reaching blindly for him. Her hand found his shoulder, and she traced up the curve of his neck, burying her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

Jake groaned when she pulled, and she felt the mattress shift as his hips jerked forward, unintentional. The motion sent a jolt of clarity through Julie’s pleasure-addled brain and she opened her eyes, looking down at the man on his knees between her legs.

“Babe,” she whispered, and Jake hummed, looking up at her. The vibration rocked through Julie, almost as devastating as his eyes, glittering and hungry, while his mouth was buried in her.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” he rumbled against her, and Julie’s thighs clenched at the gravel in his tone. She bit her lip, fighting off the rising waves, holding on to him.

It was good, so fucking good, but she wanted more, needed him closer, needed him with her.

“I want you to come with me, babe,” she said.

Jake grunted, but he didn’t move from between her legs, his tongue tracing over her, sucking hard enough to make Julie’s eyes snap shut as she shuddered.

“Jake,” she moaned, “I want it with you, I want to feel you–-”

Jake increased the pressure of his fingers, thrusting into her and cutting off her words. And Julie knew what he was doing, wanted to see her finish first, the stubborn man, and she’d be more upset about it if it didn’t feel like the best fucking thing.

Unfortunately for him, she was pretty stubborn, too.

She untangled her hand from his hair, reaching down to wrap around his wrist. His hand stilled and he looked up at her through the hair falling in his face; though her body was screaming in frustration, Julie’s heart warmed when his sweet eyes met hers.

“I need you, Jake,” she whispered, a different tactic. “So fucking bad, please.”

Jake shuddered, his shoulders tensing at her words and his hips jutted forward towards the bed.

“Jules, I want you to–-”

The distance he needed to speak was enough for Julie to wiggle out of his grip. She slid back, quickly, up the bed, reaching into the nightstand for a condom and tossing it back down the bed.

“And what I want,” she rolled over onto her stomach, heard Jake groan as she pushed back from the headboard, “is to come on your cock.”

“Jesus, Jules,” Jake muttered, a million things on his voice. She heard the foil tearing and Julie rocked back on her hips, aching, empty.

“Ah, sweetheart, I can see you from here,” Jake groaned. “Dripping for me, aren’t you?”

Julie looked over her shoulder, intending to say something provocative, but her words failed at the sight of him. In the time she’d been at the front of the bed, Jake had peeled off his tshirt and stepped out of his pajama pants. His legs were spread, strong thighs flexing as he rolled the condom over his length. He grunted when he reached the base, his hand pumping over himself once more, thick and hard.

Julie’s mouth actually watered.

“Come on, Lieutenant,” she breathed, swaying her hips. “Let’s have it.”

Jake licked his lips, fisting his cock once more, but he didn’t crawl up the bed. Instead, he walked around the side of it, step slow and cock hanging heavy. When he got up to the headboard, he reached across the bed, hand tracing down the side of Julie’s face before fisting the hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled and she turned to him as his mouth sought hers like he was starving. She tasted herself on his lips, on his tongue, whimpered as he thrust into her mouth. Her body hummed, still desperate from the denied high, and she moaned in relief when she felt Jake shifting to climb onto the bed.

His body was warm, taut with tension, and he let go of his grip on her hair to reach under her sweatshirt to palm her breasts. Julie gasped when his fingers found her nipples, smoothing over her as he groped her, graceless, perfect. They were past finesse, hungry for as much skin as possible, and she pressed backwards into him. Jake released her to pull off her sweatshirt, and guided her back down to the bed with a hand pressed to the small of her back. His body came down on top of her, delicious weight that made Julie want to combust, purr, dissolve into the bedding or into him. She moaned when she felt the outline of his dick against her thighs, and Jake smoothed her hair away from the side of her neck so he could suck on the skin there.

“You ready for me, angel?” he whispered into her neck and Julie whimpered, nodding quickly.

She needed him, could feel how desperately empty she was without him, and when he pressed his head against her center, Julie thought she might sob in relief.

He eased his cock into her.

It was impossibly slow, deep and inescapable, and Julie’s mouth hung open as Jake kept pushing. Refusing a rhythm, or friction beyond entrance, stretching and filling her and Julie didn’t realize he thighs were shaking until Jake pushed himself onto his elbows, reaching down with a wide hand to smooth over her legs, whispering as he pushed in.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he kissed her hair, the back of her neck, her shoulder. “Look at you, taking all of me, like this.”

“Jake,” Julie whispered, almost sobbed, heat coiling through her body. He was everywhere, over and around and in her, steady and strong and so fucking big and rocking home.

“I'm right here, sweetheart,” he whispered, jaw clenched tight as he waited for her body to adjust to him. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby, you feel perfect.”

Julie reveled in his touch, in his words, warm and dirty and perfect. She wanted more. She shifted her hips and Jake cursed as she moved, before his hands snaked down to grip her waist. He rolled his hips and he pressed deeper into her, pulling back before stroking into her, and pleasure threaded through both of them. Jake’s breath strained as he fucked into her, pulling her hips into him and driving impossibly deep.

He groaned her name, and Julie’s core clenched; this was what she’d wanted what she’d chased. Needed him this close, wanting her this bad, driving into her. She felt unmoored, starved, her fingers digging into the comforter as she pushed back to meet him, hips moving to the rhythm he set.

“Baby,” Jake choked, “you can’t...you feel...wait--”

He reached down for her hair again, pulling, and Julie pushed herself off the bed. He lifted her against his chest, sitting back on his thighs, thrusting up into her as he reached between her legs.

Julie cried when he brushed over her clit, his forearm banding across her chest, forging their bodies together like he was just as desperate for this closeness. He rutted up into her, rubbing and pressing and as Julie felt herself going boneless, Jake growled.

“So that’s what you needed, angel, huh?” he ground into her, holding her at the highest point, breath hot against her shoulder, “to get this cock so deep your body forgets how to do anything but take it?”

Julie writhed in his lap, his words and his body driving her higher and the room swam. She was melting, tightening, desire pulsing through her and he kept on.

“Fuck,” Julie cried, her head falling back over his shoulder. “Jake, babe, please, I’m so close…”

“I know, sweetheart,” Jake ground, kissing her neck. His tongue laved over her skin as he rocked the bed with his thrusts. “Give it to me, come on now.”

Julie moaned and Jake bit down lightly at her pulse point and she shattered. Her vision blurred as she shivered, trembling at the force of pleasure he wrung out of her. She felt tears leaking from the corners of her eyes from the force of it, beautiful and relentless and the hot pulses of it wracked her as she lay back on Jake’s chest.

“That’s it,” Jake breathed. “It’s so good, you’re so good, fuck, baby-–”

Jake’s thrusts sped up, his thighs slapping against hers as he chased his own release. He pumped into her frantically, still working a finger over her to coax her through her orgasm and Julie felt him jerk when she whimpered his name. He came with a shout as he thrust into her, choking on his breath and Julie felt him pulsing as he came hard. Her core was throbbing, aching and satisfied but she curled her hips, milking him, and Jake moaned as she pulled out his orgasm. His chest heaved under her, and they stayed locked together, trembling, working out their pleasure in each others’ bodies.

Julie came out of it first, slowly becoming aware of Jake’s hands smoothing over her thighs and around to the curve of her ass, soothing himself and her. She rolled her head off his shoulder, craning around to kiss his cheek.

“Well done, Dallas,” she whispered, and he chuckled warmly, nestling into the curve of her neck.

“Have I told you lately how perfect you are?” he mumbled into her neck.

Julie smiled softly; it did feel pretty perfect. “Not today,” she told him. “But I forgive you.”

Jake snorted, leaning back so they could stretch across the bed. Julie rolled over to face him fully, and Jake fixed her hair so she wasn’t lying on it, and then sighed as he relaxed into a pillow.

“Julia Floyd,” he said somberly, eyes closed and lips curled up into the most endearing smile. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Julie leaned across the pillow to kiss him. He caught his breath and she felt his thumb graze over her cheekbone before she pulled back.

Jake grinned, a smile like sunlight as his eyes crinkled. His hand curled up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, and he sighed, something deep and happy, a sound Julie wished she could always hear with him.

“Love you,” she whispered.

Jake smiled. “Love you more,” he said back.

It was a perpetual disagreement, but when he pushed out of bed to fetch her a warm washcloth and order room service of espresso and chocolate croissants, Julie found herself hoping that that was a disagreement they’d have for decades to come.

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A/N: Hello again yall happy one month to the first part - Magic Jake! I honestly don’t know how the rest of you do it always putting out content consistently I applaud you all! For those of you have been following or listening to me ramble about this fic forever, thank you for waiting and its finally here!! It went through a couple of rewrites and changes but we made it. I would like to thank my writing friends for always writing with me, listening to my TGM rambles and hyping me up for this fic @hptriviachamp (an iconic beta reader a girl can ask for!) @jeanvanjer (who yall can thank for some of the most wholesome and fluffy scenes in this fic) @sophiamariabeckett (a bestie for life). To all my Top Gun mutuals and new friends thank you so much for welcoming me into the fandom and always engaging back whenever I interact with yalls’ posts - you guys are the best!! Special shout out to @magneticghouls my Top Gun bestie. @rad-topgunn @tgmavericklover @jakeseresins @pegxcarter @mavswife [Do let me know if yall wanna be added or removed from my taglist!]

[Fic Notes: I’m a dumbass and made the Young Guns 20 somethings in the first fic so Jake is celebrating his 25th birthday in this one. While the MC has a name, this can be read a dark WoC!Reader fic]

So without further ado, I present Dress! Happy Reading - support and hype a girl by screaming to me about this in reblogged tags and comments thank you!! :D

Part 1 - Magic Jake Based on This Song | Playlist I Made For The Vibes

Our secret moments in your crowded room They've got no idea about me and you There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

It had been exactly 7 months since she had met Hangman in that fateful Go-Go bar on her birthday. Funnily enough, it was his birthday today. As she prepared for his surprise party with his friends at the Hard Deck, she replayed the last few months back in her mind. Of course, it always goes back to the first night they spent together. She smiled thinking of the first time they kissed at the back of the taxi. She had made the first move grabbing his collar and she was glad she did. It was everything she had hoped for.

All the pent tension from the strip tease exploded in that single kiss. Sahara swore she felt fireworks going off at the back of her head. She remembered how his lips felt on hers. They were soft but he was nowhere gentle at all. Jake couldn't get enough of her.

"Sahara, you good?" A voice broke through her thoughts. She looked up to see Coyote. "Hm, yeah I'm fine. What's up?" "You're looking a little red there." At the mention of her blushing, she turned even more red. God, she was embarrassing. "I'm alright, just hot." She brushed it off casually and fanned herself to sell the ruse. Then she glanced at him curiously, "How else can I help?" "We're pretty much done." He gestured to the Hard Deck being all decked out with birthday decorations. He then rubbed the back of his neck, kind of nervous for a moment. "I was actually wondering if you'd like to bring out the cake with me when Hangman walks in."

She blinked at him in surprise. She figured he would do it since they were so close. She knew it was no big deal but also being the person who brings out the cake at these things was usually close to the birthday person. She had known him for less than a year.

"Really, me?" "Yes, you." Coyote laughed heartily. She couldn't help but smile, he had the most contagious laugh. "I'm sure Hangman would want you to." "Alright then, just let me know when." She smiled at him and then went back to finishing up putting up the last of the streamers. She did a round of the bar, greeting the other Young Guns and making sure everything was perfect.

Just as she was about to go find Coyote, he found everyone.

"YO everyone!! Rooster just texted, they're on their way." He announced to the room as everyone took cover in their hiding spots. Coyote gestured to Sahara to follow and they both headed to the pantry to get his cake.

She had a small smile as she entered the room. It was safe to say that over the last 7 months, Hangman and her had pretty much christened most of the Hard Deck with their late night quickies. It was probably their best kept secret from the crew.

"I knew you'd like the cake." Coyote said excitedly when he caught her smile. She raised her eyebrows for a moment before looking down at the cake, her grin growing wider. It was perfect and she knew he was going to love it. The cake itself was the navy blue of his helmet and the words "Happy Birthday, Hangman!" read in mustard yellow. It was a nice touch for Coyote to incorporate the birthday boy's favourite colours. At the top was a fondant F-18 hanging by the cliff held on by a noose.

"You designed this?" She asked. "Yes, ma'am." "He's going to love it, Coyote!" He smiled, proud of himself. He prided himself on knowing Hangman best. "Thank you, thank you. Glad I didn't let Phoenix order it for me."

"The words would be reading 'Happy Birthday Bagman' right now." She giggled remembering how Jake hated being called Bagman by Phoenix. Then they heard voices outside. The two of them fell silent to listen to them. Sahara smiled, recognising Jake's voice and of course Rooster teasing him. Coyote had a small grin make its way to his face when he saw Sahara's face hearing Hangman's voice. If he was going to trust his best friend with anyone else, it would be her.

Rooster really couldn't give Hangman a break, not even on his birthday. As Hangman was led to the Hard Deck, his frenemy kept pushing his buttons.

Hangman had made the mistake of relaying his plans for his birthday and had a dreamy smile when he mentioned calling Sahara for a night in. Rooster poked him playfully,

“Calling Sahara now, are you?" He wore the same smirk Hangman wore most days. Jake wasn't sure if he liked being on the other side of it. “What about it?” Hangman pressed his lips together and narrowed his eyes at his rival. Rooster couldn’t help but chuckle at how defensive he was getting already. “Oh, come on. You really don’t see it? You like this girl.” Rooster pointed out. He was being a little shit by teasing Hangman who froze at the mention of liking her. “What makes you say that?” He asked incredulously. He was Jake Seresin. He doesn’t like anyone. Sahara and him were just having fun and they both knew that.

“You haven’t slept with anyone else in the last half a year.” “How-” Hangman’s jaw dropped at his observation, “How the fuck do you know that?” “We all know Hang. You’ve only ever been taking Sahara home every night. Not that we’re complaining. It’s nice to see you settle down.” Rooster was purposefully picking his words. He knew all the commitment buzzwords were going to set Hangman off. And it did. Jake liked Sahara enough but they were not settling down. Rooster was being ridiculous and getting on his nerves. Hangman clenched his jaw and glared at his frenemy. “Settle down?? I am not. Fuck off, Bradshaw.” Hangman hissed as they walked into the dark and empty bar. He frowned at the scene. This was not the lively Friday night at the bar he was usually used to.

“Where is everybody? Did Penny close up early?” He asked Rooster quizzically as the latter turned on the lights with a playful grin. Immediately, everyone jumped out of their places and yelled in perfect unison, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANGMAN!!”

Hangman just about fell back in shock. He figured it would be a quiet birthday; a few birthday drinks between him and the crew, then having dinner with Coyote before calling up Sahara for a late night in. This was not at all what he was expecting. He was touched. All their friends had come together to celebrate him. Then to put the cherry on top, out came his two favourite people with the cake in hand leading the birthday song. Everyone in the bar rallied together to sing to him in their loudest voice.

His eyes lit up as Sahara and Coyote brought the cake to him. It meant a lot that it was the two of them. Coyote let her hold the cake as he came around Hangman’s side to clap his back. “WOOO Happy Birthday, pal!!” He yelled at the top of his lungs in a celebratory manner. Sahara held up the cake to him with the widest grin. “Make a wish, Jake.”

When she said his name like that, he became undone. He kept it together and matched her grin. Closing his eyes, he made his wish. Though there wasn’t much to ask for. He already had the perfect birthday so far. Then he opened his eyes, looked deep into her eyes and blew out the candles. The whole room cheered.

“Didn’t really need to wish for anything else now that you’re here, sugar.” He smirked flirtily at her. She just laughed as the blush dusted her cheeks pink. While she knew all of his flirty lines, every time he pulled them on her, her heart still raced. Being around him always feels like the first time they met. She set down the cake on the table and handed him the knife for him to cut into it.

Jake wrapped his hand around hers as he took the knife from her. He shot her a wink before snaking his other arm around her waist. She smiled as he pulled her to his side and kissed her temple. He bumped Coyote by the shoulders affectionately. "Thanks so much for this, y'all." He said to everyone but really he was looking gratefully at Coyote and Sahara. They beamed back at him. His grin grew wider as he cut into the cake.

As per tradition, he had to feed the person he loved the most. Everyone knew who it was. He faked feeding himself as everyone groaned and both Coyote and Sahara playfully punched his sides.

"Okay okay, wow someone is touchy." He raised his hands defensively, teasing Coyote's pout. He then goes to feed his best friend before completely rubbing the piece of cake all over his face. Coyote yelled before grabbing the cream off the top of the cake and retaliating. Now they were both covered in chocolate. Their crew burst out laughing while Sahara shook her head at their shenanigans. She grabbed a couple of napkins to pass it to them when Jake came over to her with a sly grin. Immediately, she stepped back - knowing what was coming.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah) All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from holding back from all this (ha, ha, ha, ha)

“Jake Hangman Seresin, no. This is my best foundation, I will kill you if you mess it up.” She just kept going back until she hit a wall. His smirk just grew wider once she was trapped. “Awe come on, sweetheart, a little kiss for the Birthday Boy.” He leaned towards her. His bright eyes shining with mischief as he placed his arm by her head boxing her into the corner. She rolled her eyes playfully at his tactic. "You're ridiculous and you owe me, Birthday Boy." She chuckled. Then she brought her hand up to his neck, her fingers wrapping around the nape pulling him close to her. She closed the gap between them and kissed him. Instinctively, his other hand went to caress her cheek, his fingers laced within her hair seconds later.

They both think they'll never get tired of kissing each other. He adored how she was always so gentle with him and her kisses. He loved how soft and warm her lips were against his. How she played and tugged at his hair at the nape of his neck to make him moan. At his moan, Sahara smiled against his lips, allowing him access. She relished in how he always kissed her like he couldn't get enough of her. Like he couldn't breathe and she was his lifeline. As he slipped his tongue past her lips, his arms slid down the curve of her body. They circled her waist and tugged her flush against him. She sighed into his mouth with pleasure before following his lead and pressed herself against him.

At this point, Coyote was done giving out the cake to all the guests and he was confused to find the Birthday Boy and his partner in crime for the party missing. Their crew spotted him looking around and went up to him. Rooster was the first one to point them out in their little corner.

"God, they're like teenagers on prom night." He snickered while Phoenix made a face. "I think they're adorable." Fanboy said and Bob echoed the sentiment. "Babe, you find all the couples adorable." Payback grinned at his boyfriend as he walked up to him and slung his arm around Fanboy's shoulder. "Roost, you're the cockblocker, mind interrupting them? I have their cake." Coyote held up the last two plates of his cake. One of them had the plane by its noose. He figured that's the piece Hangman would have wanted.

While their friends were pushing each other towards the two of them, Hangman and Sahara were lost in their own world. The birthday boy in particular was annoyed by their clothes acting as a barrier. A playful smile formed on his face as an idea came to him. He started to slip his hands up the skirt of her dress and dragged his fingers higher up her thighs. He was extremely satisfied when it earned a gasp from Sahara.

“Jake!” She whisper-shrieked against his lips. She pulled back from him. “It’s not as if we haven’t done it here, darlin’.” His damming smirk made its way to his face as his hand left her thighs to rest on her waist to keep her close. He used the thumb of his other hand to firmly wipe off the blue frosting that now coated her lips. He gave her a quick peck and grinned, "You taste delicious." She just shook her head at him amused. Just as she was just about to suggest that they return to his party, Coyote came up to them.

Coyote had his eyebrows furrowed slightly in annoyance. Not at them but the fact that the crew had physically pushed him towards them to interrupt. Coyote was just happy they stopped themselves. Unlike some people, he wasn’t a cockblock. He just held up their plates of cake with a smile. “We kept the last two pieces for you two.”

Sahara cooed at him gratefully taking her plate. “Thank you, Coyote, that’s so sweet!” Then realising he had probably handed it all out on his own when she was supposed to help, she dipped her head apologetically. “Sorry I didn’t help.” “It’s alright, Sahara.” Coyote waved her off casually while Hangman had a smug smile. “It’s okay, sweetheart, you were busy with making birthday wishes come true. A noble cause, really.” Hangman nuzzled his face into the curve of her neck, pressing a soft kiss against her skin.

His best friend couldn’t help but roll his eyes at how cheesy they were. “Whipped!” He coughed subtly. Immediately, Hangman’s head snapped up and he glared at Coyote. “I am not!” He insisted. What the hell was up with everyone giving him shit about their relationship today? Coyote gave him a knowing look. “Sure, Hang.” Coyote then passed the Birthday Boy his cake and walked back to the crew.

Sahara nudged Jake by the shoulder to follow suit. He whined softly. “No, I want you.” “It’s your party, Jake.” She countered, already tugging him to their group of friends. Honestly, she was starting to feel bad for taking up his time. Not to mention his insistence of not being whipped rubbed her off the wrong way. It just confirmed to her that they were nothing more than fuck buddies. She pushed the thought of her mind. She knew exactly what she was getting into when they met. Jake Hangman Seresin was not the relationship type. They were just having fun. She was the one who had to cap her feelings and expectations.

Jake sensed something was off but since she was putting on a smile and more than happy to be involved in the party, he let it go. He could always ask her later.

“Fineee.” He dragged out the word like a child then gave her a sweet look, “Anything for you, sweets.” He then tucked his hand around her waist into her back pocket as he followed her along to join their friends.

He was admiring his cake while the crew was talking amongst each other. Coyote slid up next to him and Hangman grinned, gesturing to the cake. “You did a great job, pal, I love it.” He complimented his best friend. Coyote smiled and clapped his hand on his back before giving him a side hug. “I knew you would.” He said then watched as Hangman had a dreamy look watching Sahara. He nudged his best friend, “I hope I didn’t freak you out earlier. Don’t go all ‘Jake’ on her.” Hangman snapped out of looking at her like a puppy and frowned at Coyote. “What are you on about, Coyote?”

Coyote rubbed his eyes tiredly. They both knew Hangman was the best and knew everything there is about planes and fighter jets. But this boy was DUMB when it came to his personal life. “Jake, I know you aren’t this stupid.” Hangman was even more confused because Coyote never used his name, especially not after they broke up. “Javy, I honestly have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Don’t freak out on her because you’re scared of committing. Not every one of your relationships is going to crash and burn like ours.” Coyote chuckled drily. The two of them were honestly good now but that didn’t mean they were immune from the heartache that followed the messy breakup of best friends turned romantic partners. It took them a while but they were closer than ever. Coyote saw firsthand how the fallout of that affected Hangman. He never really dated anyone after that.

“We did not crash and burn.” Hangman scoffed while Coyote gave him a look. Jake didn’t like to admit it but their relationship was his one failure in life. He took it as a personal failure in a life where he was pretty much the best and perfect at everything. He conceded with a small shake of his head, “We’re fine now, aren’t we?”

“Yes, which is why I’m telling you not to ruin whatever is going on with Sahara.” “There’s nothing going on!” “Do you want something to?” Coyote was on a roll today. After all, no one else knew Hangman better and he wouldn’t want it any other way. He looked over at Sahara pensively. He could never tire of staring at her. The way her hair shined in the light, it was so soft and ethereal. He loved weaving his fingers through it. When she laughed - as she was doing so right now with the rest of the crew - it was like bells and it was so contagious. He realised it had slowly become his favourite sound in the world. He especially adored how her eyes light up when she laughed or was just happy that day. His heart raced as he watched how well she fit in with the crew. How well she had integrated into his life in the last 7 months.

“I don’t know, man.” He sighed softly, unsure what to do with these feelings he had been suppressing for so long.

A couple of feet away, Sahara was distracting herself from her feelings with the crew. They always made her laugh and that always put her in a better mood. They all went around sharing their favourite less-than-perfect Hangman moments. She loved hanging out with them. They had the best stories about Jake for her and were always welcoming of her.

Payback was animatedly describing the time Mav had shot down Hangman after he had tried to pull the usual shit where he left Phoenix and Bob hanging and was being an asshole in the sky. Sahara was pretty surprised to hear of this. She knew he could be cocky and too sarcastic for his own good but she didn’t realise how competitive he got in the sky.

“And my favourite part was when he got Phoenix and Bob killed and then had the audacity to ask them for help and Phoenix drops the most badass line:" Fanboy finished his boyfriend's story and pointed to Phoenix to say her line. "I'm dead, dickhead." She delivered it perfectly. Sahara couldn't help but laugh out loud. Instinctively, she turned to look at Jake who seemed to be deep in conversation with Coyote. Her eyebrows dipped ever so slightly at how intense Jake seemed to be. Moments later, she turned back to the crew, not wanting to disturb him.

Phoenix caught on to her look and nudged her with a knowing grin. "You know you should just tell him." Sahara blinked at her friend and raised her eyebrow ever so slightly. "I don't know what you mean." She decided to play dumb. The last thing she needed was for Jake to overhear them and freak out. The rest of them overheard and started to laugh in unison. Now she was even more confused. Rooster raised a beer at her. “The two of you seriously need to make it official, already.” “Hey, you’re not allowed to interfere with them!” Payback said sternly as the rest of them exchanged looks. She felt extremely out of the loop and narrowed her eyes at them suspiciously.

“What do you mean he’s ‘not allowed to interfere’ with us?” She pointedly asked Payback. Everyone started to look guilty and no one said a word. It took a moment but it clicked. “You guys bet on us?!” It was the kind of frustration that was so calm, the crew knew they were in trouble. They all hung their heads low like children being reprimanded. She sighed softly, not wanting to make them feel bad.

“I’m sorry.” came the chorus of apologies and she just shook her head, now more amused by how in sync they all were. “It’s fine.” She shook it off, “I should have known. Now tell me, what are your timelines?” She rested her elbow against the table and leaned into the crew, genuinely interested to hear their theories.

Rooster - 7 months and proclaimed he could get them together. Which is why he was being so pushy today. Phoenix - Never. She didn’t have any faith in Hangman changing his ways Payback - 5 years Fanboy - 10 years Coyote - 7 months without interfering Bob - In their own time

Sahara smiled at Bob’s sweet answer, “That’s really thoughtful, Bob.” “It’s a cop out.” Payback teased him while the rest of them smacked him lightly on the chest. Then Sahara grabbed her wallet and took out a couple of ten-dollar bills, handing them over to Payback. He glanced at her curiously, waiting for an explanation. “I’m with Phoenix. He’s not the committing type.” It was hard for the crew to see her so resigned. They all rallied around her to comfort her. “You guys it’s fine. I like him as he is. I know what I signed up for.” She told them reassuringly. Still, they weren’t fans of how it was making her feel.

“Hey, if it makes you feel better, he’s only been taking you home the last few months. That’s gotta count for something right.” Payback supplied while his boyfriend continued, “He could like you too!” Fanboy’s optimism never failed to cheer her up. They all cheered with their drinks as a smile came back onto her face.

The comforting and cheering didn’t go unnoticed by Hangman. Their fanfare was loud enough to drag him over to see what the fuss was about. He wrapped up his conversation with Coyote and they went to investigate. He came up behind Sahara and wrapped his arms around her, his chin resting on her shoulder with his cheek pressed against hers.

“What’s all this celebration without the Birthday Boy!” He playfully frowned at them.

Sahara relished in his warm embrace. She never pegged him for the affectionate type but lately he had been so cuddly with her. She thought back to the last couple of months. It's how he would want to spend time with her outside of their hookups. Sometimes they'd grab dinner at The Hard Deck and he would play with her hair while he told her about his day over drinks. It was endearing to see him go from pulling at her hair in private to gently twirling them between his fingers at dinner. Every time he played pool and she was leaning against the empty table across from his, without fail, he would find a way to drag his fingers along her waist when he brushed past her. It always tickled and she would tell him to stop. He would just wink and smirk, "You're my lucky charm, sugar."

It was just these little things that added up. The one memory that stuck out to her was a couple weeks ago.

It was one of those lazy off days and the crew decided to have a rematch of their beach game. Sahara sat on a lounging chair with his spare aviators she had stolen from him, watching them run around shirtless. It was an eye candy fest and she definitely wasn't immune. After a couple of quarters, the game ended and everyone jogged to the benches to grab their things.

Jake made his way right to Sahara with a wide grin.

"Couldn't stay away from me, could you, sweetheart?" His devilish smirk made its way onto his face. She shook her head, amused. That was Jake-speak for 'You came!' "Of course, I came. You asked me to." She teased him and he gave her a flat look. He then dropped to her lap and without realising, laced his fingers with hers. "Shhh," He pressed his index tenderly against her lips, "I have a reputation to uphold you know." He couldn't help but admire how soft her hands were and started to play with them absentmindedly. It was one of the rare times he was holding her hand and they both decided right there and then, it was their favourite thing to do.

And of course, just on cue Rooster interrupted them. He looked down at their interlaced hands then back at Hangman as if he couldn’t believe it. Jake noticed the looks and stared him down. “What are you looking at, Bradshaw?” “Nothing, you guys are cute.” Rooster had a knowing grin as he gestured to their hands. On instinct, Jake pulled away. Rooster headed to the rest of the team, chuckling to himself. Sahara frowned at the interaction. She never did understand their odd tense rivalry-friendship dynamic they had going on. How easy it was for them to get under each other’s skins so easily.

“You know you don’t always have to let him get to you.” She said gently, grabbing his hand again. “And I think we’re very cute.” She leaned in and softly brushed her lips against his. After that day on the beach, Jake felt more reassured being touchy with her. She certainly wasn’t complaining, it was a nice change.

Coming back to the present, she kept a small smile for him while she looked at the rest of them to keep their latest discussion under wraps. She didn’t want to scare him off. She knew deep down if they confronted him with feelings, he would run off without a second thought. Her hands shook ever so slightly, hesitating. Then realised she was being ridiculous. Him being stuck to her like an octopus was a sign he was fine with her being touchy. Finally, she wrapped her arms around his.

"They were just telling me how you left them hanging in the sky and how Phoenix told you off." She relayed the story she was told earlier. He huffed at his classmate. "You always take the opportunity to put me down with my dates, don't you Phoenix?" He narrowed his eyes. "You do that all by yourself." Both Phoenix and Sahara spoke at the same time. They chuckled before high-fiving. He reluctantly removed his arm from her waist to swat away the high five. "You're supposed to be on my side!" He poked her side, making her chuckle. “I am on your side." She turned her head to kiss his cheek and he cheekily turned his head to kiss her lips. Before it could turn into another make out, Rooster decided to be a little shit and coughed teasingly. "Get a room!" He was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Sahara blushed at the comment while Hangman rolled his eyes. He detached himself from her for a moment to hold her hand and started to walk away.

"Well don't mind if we do." He said so matter of factly, it didn't even register what was happening to Sahara until she was being dragged away to the exit. She just smiled at everyone, waving and calling out goodbyes as they left the bar.

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Take it off (ha, ha, ha)

Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Take it off (ha, ha, ha, ha)

The moment he had parked the car, he made a beeline for her lips. He couldn't keep his hands off her. He went from caressing her face to roaming his hands all over her body and finally holding her waist to pull her over to his lap. She squealed in surprise into his mouth as he did that. It gave him access to slip his tongue in. He moaned in pure ecstasy when she pulled his hair in response. He had been waiting hours for this. Sure, the party was fun but really all he had wanted to do that day was stay in with Sahara. He could somewhat admit it to himself now. He hadn’t fucked anyone else in the last 6 months. He liked her. She was his happy place. There was no where he felt more safe than in her arms. Though usually, he had her arms pinned above her head.

They started making their way back to his apartment, their lips still connected. As they reached his door, he turned her around and kept kissing her while he had his back to the door to unlock it. By some miracle, he managed to open it and dragged her in. She kicked the door closed with a back kick and moaned into his mouth as he nibbled at her bottom lip. Her hands started to roam under his shirt while his fingers were tangled in her hair. He started to guide her towards the bed as if they hadn’t done this every other night for the last few months. She giggled against his lips as he pulled her down with him as he fell onto the bed. They broke apart for a moment as she landed on his chest.

"Hi." She said, looking up at him and her eyes were shining. There she was. He sat up and tugged her over to his lap, making her straddle him. He reached out and tucked her hair back gently. "Hi." He echoed as brought his hand down to cup her cheek, his thumb caressing her jaw. "Are you feeling better now?"

She frowned slightly as she got comfortable loosely wrapping her legs around his waist. "What do you mean?" "You had on a fake smile for half the night." He ran his thumb over her lips. She didn’t realise how well he knew her, it came as a pleasant surprise. She quirked an eyebrow, "So you know all my smiles now, do you Hangman?" She teased him, not quite answering the question. Now it was his turn to frown, deeply. He didn't realise when or how it had changed but he didn't like being called Hangman by her.

"First of all, who's Hangman? I'm Jake to you, darlin'. Second, of course I know all your smiles. I know you, Sahara."

Everything seemed to stop when he called her by her name. She stiffened ever so slightly at her name. Now, that was a first. It surprised her. He never called her that. It was always a cheesy pet name. She always assumed it's so he wouldn't get her and the other girls' names mixed up. Tonight felt different. It was the way he said it too. Soft and gentle. Like an intimate secret between the two. She started to heat up, blush creeping up her cheeks - loving the way her name rolled off his tongue. She buried her face into his neck, desperately trying to hide her shock and the effect it had on her. She started to trail kisses from the column of his throat, slowly making her way up his jaw. Hopefully it was distracting enough to keep the questions off her.

"I know you too, Jake. You seemed upset with Coyote." She mumbled in between kisses. Jake groaned, unable to concentrate on anything but her lips on him. She grinned at how well it worked. She finally found her way to his lips and gave him a deep kiss before brushing his hair back gently. "What were the two of you brooding about?" "It was nothing." He waved her off, letting out an impatient huff when she pulled away. Immediately, he remedied that by bringing her face back to him. She giggled at his eagerness. "Fine, pillow talk later." She obliged him, threading her fingers through his hair and kissing him. The birthday pilot smiled contently. He reached behind her to unzip her dress carefully.

She frowned ever so slightly. "You always rip my dresses off, what gives?" "Isn't this your favourite dress?" "No, it's similar because I know you liked it so much when we first met but you ripped it." She tried to look annoyed but honestly, him ruining that dress was the hottest thing he'd ever done. Favouritism be damned. She then leaned down to his ear, her breath fanning against the shell of it, "So I bought another one for today, just so you could take it off."

He almost came in his pants right there at her seductive tone. He grinned and gave her an excited look, 'This, just for me?' She nodded to confirm and he gleefully tore it off before dragging her down under the sheets with him.

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try And if I get burned, at least we were electrified I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about

She couldn’t help but beam up at him after they were done. There was something different about tonight. They could both feel it. It didn’t feel so disconnected and everything felt so much more magnified. Their emotions were running high and intense. If her crescent nail marks on his bedpost were anything to go by. It felt like they put everything on the line. She turned to his nightstand and opened up the drawer where she kept warm towelettes for them to clean up. She passed him a roll while she undid hers to clean herself up. Before she could bring it down, Jake pressed his towel against her. “Here, let me. Just relax.” He had her rest against the pillows. He worked his way down her thighs and started wiping down the mess they made. God, what a beautiful mess it was.

She was moved by the gesture. Usually he would just clean himself up, they’d get a glass of water separately and she’d head home. Tonight really was a first for many things. She then took her towel and started to clean him up. Just as she wiped him down gently, Jake shot her a dangerous look, “Careful now, we wouldn’t want to start Round 3.”

She rolled her eyes at how horny he always seemed to be. “Oh hush and let me do this for you.” She continued, taking as much care as she usually does with everything she does. Now it was his turn to lie back down and watch her intently. There was an intimacy to their ritual tonight that wasn’t there before. Jake can’t say he didn’t enjoy it.

Once they were done, like clockwork, Sahara went to get them glasses of water. He didn’t know what came over him but he had the idea to run a bath for them. He grabbed his favourite bath bombs from his Lush drawer and headed to the bathroom. He drew the bath and picked out the galaxy bath bomb, dropping it in. He then heard Sahara’s melodic voice break through the room. “Jake, where did you go?” “In here, sweetheart!” He called out to her and poked his head out with a delicious smile. He then gestured for her to come in.

She raised an eyebrow at him being in the bathroom. She didn’t know why he needed her there when he was probably peeing but he’s the birthday boy, she was going to indulge him. She gingerly stepped into the bathroom and gaped at the sight before her. Her eyes immediately glowed with warm affection. The bubbles glowed in the dim light and he was already submerged in the tub, looking so deliciously inviting.

“Isn’t it your birthday? I’m supposed to be pulling out all the stops. You’re making me look bad, Hangman.” She teased as she walked over to the edge of the tub. He glared at the use of his callsign. “Jake.” He practically growled, correcting her. “I love how that always gets you hot and bothered.” She stuck her tongue out at him. His glare and annoyance disappeared quickly at her teasing. God, he loved her. He really did. He felt it earlier in bed. They went to another plane of existence when riding their highs. “You want to see hot and bothered, Sahara darlin’?” His usual mischievous grin replaced his gloomy pout from moments ago. She knew that look. It had gotten her into trouble before. Before she could react, he pulled her into the bathtub.

“JAKE!” She screamed as she fell into the tub with a splash. He was laughing at her all wet. “All wet and screaming all for me, just the way I like it.” He smirked as she came up for air. She just rolled her eyes and splashed him. “That was FOUL, Hangman.” “Call me that again.” He threatened, his tone light as he grabbed her waist and pulled her against his chest. Without prompting, she curled her arms around his neck. “What are you going to do about it?” She taunted him. Her legs were already locking his in between her thighs. She was rubbing against his length. Out of habit, he gripped her thighs as he gasped. She hummed in satisfaction at the sound.

“When - when did you get so good at teasing?” He could barely get the words out. “Learnt from the best.” She sent him a smirk to rival his. He had created a monster and he adored her. She closed the gap between them and kissed him passionately. She had her fingers laced through his soft hair, her other hand stroking the nape of his neck and bit on his bottom lip just the way he liked it. He moaned with pleasure into her mouth, allowing her tongue to slip in as she deepened the kiss.

It was all heightened tonight between them. They could have sworn electricity passed through them in that kiss. Sahara put everything on the line. She wanted him to know how she felt without saying it. That she felt the same and he shouldn’t be scared to tell her.

He was feeling all of it. His body worked to catch up with the intensity of the moment. His arms around her waist tightened, bringing her close to him until there wasn't an atom between them. His hands roamed her back before making his way to her soft and silky hair. He couldn't quite explain it but he could feel her emotions. He definitely got the message. He never realised how in tune with each other they had become until this moment. It was bound to happen. He was bringing her home basically every night.

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Take it off (ha, ha, ha) Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend

They came up for air a few minutes later, reluctantly pulling away from each other. Their arms were comfortably around the other, still connecting them. They didn't know what to say. The kiss had quite literally taken their breath away.

They can't remember which one of them leaned in first but soon enough their foreheads were resting against the other's. They just sat there in silence for a few minutes, just taking in each other and thinking how they ended up here.

Sahara knew she couldn't do this anymore. She was in too deep with her feelings. Never mind if Jake potentially felt the same. If he couldn't say it soon, she can't just stay wasting her time waiting. She was only going to get hurt. She had to tell him. Her hands were trembling again. How much she desperately pinned for this man was ridiculous. He didn't even feel the same way! She parted her lips to tell him. To finally let him go. She was even going to use the godawful line, 'We still can be friends. You've become my best friend in the last few months.' But she didn't want that. She didn't want to be his stupid fucking friend.

Then he said the one thing she never expected to fall from his lips.

"Sahara," He said with such care and tenderness as he deliberated his next words. Her world finally felt like it stopped spinning. It was powerful how he grounded her so easily with her name.

"I love you."

Flashback when you met me Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me Flashback to my mistakes My rebounds, my earthquakes Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth of me

Jake Seresin never really believed in love. At least not for himself. Some people just weren't meant for the white picket fence life. He knew that early on in his life. He was always meant to be in the sky. He bore all the risks. That's why it was so easy being with Javy. They were both in the same field, they were best friends and understood each other and their life. Then Jake just had to go fuck that up. He couldn't handle the commitment. Javy eventually wanted to settle down. He wasn't ready.

Now he knew better. Javy was his first love. Sahara? She was his forever.

The last few months that had been building up to this even if he didn't know it. His love for her creeped up on him when he least expected it. He should have known. He should have realised when he went from just admiring her physicality, he found himself enamoured by the little things.

How she lit up whenever she talked about the things she loved and her day, the way her nose scrunched when she was annoyed with something or allergy season was starting to kick in. It's the way she knew him better than anyone else, anticipating his moods, wants and needs. How he could do the exact same for her. She saw past all the bells and whistles of being Hangman. She found Jake and loved him unconditionally. It's how they saw each other beyond their reputations when no one else did.

He loved her. It all came down to this moment and he had to tell her. He edged back ever so slightly to get her reaction. He hoped she felt the same but knew better than to expect it.

I love you. The words were echoing through her mind. She couldn't believe he actually said it. She simply stared back at him, gaping at him ever so slightly.

"You know a picture lasts longer." Jake couldn't handle the serious silence and just had to break the tension. She splashed at him. "Don't ruin it! Give me a moment." She sounded exasperated but really pleased at the confession. His hands cupped her jaw and caressed it gently. "I really do mean it, Sahara. I think I might have loved you from that first lap dance." He winked playfully and she rolled her eyes at his flirting.

She thought back to all those moments she could feel something between them but never entertained. All because he just wasn't the commitment guy. He was never one for words either way. It was the way he always put her first and was there for her. Be it him always ordering her favourite drink first, or saving her a seat. Somehow, always managing to find her in a crowded room. He was always there to lend a listening ear and be there for her. She had never felt more in tune and in love with anyone else.

This was one of the rare times he couldn't read her. Only because he was so nervous about her reaction, it was clouding his usually clear judgement. At her deep-in-thought expression, he was quick to reassure her with a soft nudge, "You don't have to say it back if you're not ready. I just wanted you to know."

The quiet seriousness of his tone broke her heart. She could tell how scared he was. The way the sea foam eyes she loved so much were searching hers for any indication she felt the same. For some semblance of why being vulnerable was worth it. Her arms hanging loosely from his neck left to snake up his arms. Her hands tenderly held his wrists as her thumbs ran over the back of his hands soothing him.

"Of course, I love you too. Maybe not from the first lap dance," She chuckled softly as she rested her forehead against his, "but I adore you, Jake Seresin. I can barely remember life without you. I don't think I've ever met anyone who sees and cares for me the way you do. You, yourself sir, are a wonder and I'm lucky to love you. She carded her fingers through his hair.

His smile was wide enough to split his face in half. Scooping her up in his arms, he started to pepper kisses all over her face. In between breathless kisses, he whispered to her, "Say it again."

"I love you, Jake." She giggled against his lips. "I love you too, Sahara." They enjoyed the rest of their bath, giggling away at their new found relationship status.

And I woke up just in time Now I wake up by your side My one and only, my lifeline I woke up just in time Now I wake up by your side

That night was the best sleep either of them had gotten in months. They were where they belonged: wrapped up in each other. Jake had his arms securely wrapped around Sahara - one holding her waist while the other resting across her chest, his hand lazily cupping her boob. She had her head tucked perfectly under his chin and their legs were comfortably tangled together.

Jake was the first to wake up, he happily hummed in a soft tone so as not to wake his girlfriend up. He grinned at the title that popped into his head. His girlfriend. He liked that a little too much for someone who spent his adult life running from relationship labels. He hugged her gently, making sure she was real and wouldn't disappear anytime soon. His hand moved from her boob to brush her hair from her face. He was content to watch her till she woke up.

Soon, she started to stir ever so slightly and feeling his gaze on her, she decided to tease him. Her eyes were still closed as she spoke in a sleepy tone that Jake found just absolutely adorable. "It's a little hard to sleep with you staring, creep." His smile widened and flirted, “Well I’m a little hard staring at you, sweets.” He pressed his length against her to show off. She couldn’t help but laugh at his cheesy joke. She turned around to face him, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms around his neck in their favourite position.

“It’s 9am, Jake, too early for this.” She rested her forehead against his, breathing him in for a moment before leaning down to kiss him. He kissed her back hungrily, causing her to grip his shoulders and moan. As they held on close to each other, they couldn’t help but feel extremely lucky.

Neither of them ever thought they’d end up here.

Jake with his emotional baggage and not so stellar reputation as a team player. He was also never one to commit. He never saw himself settling down, until her. Now he could picture a whole future.

Sahara had her fair share of long term partners and they were all lovely but this moment right here was perfect. No one understood her like he did. He knew every one of her idiocracies, he knew how to set her entire body on fire with a single touch and she knew him just as well. No one had ever come close to the way she felt about him.

"I love you." She said softly as they pulled away for air. He gripped her tighter, never wanting to let go.

"I love you too."

There is an indentation In the shape of you Only bought this dress so you could take it off You made your mark on me, golden tattoo Only bought this dress so you could take it off

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