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Something In-Between, pt. 1

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f) (no y/n)

Summary: Something old, something new- reader's stuck between two men who look damn good in Navy blue(s).

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking (at some point), potentially some suggestive situations in the future (none here). Everything I write is Mature- read at your own risk.

"Goddammit, Bradshaw," you muttered as you stretched and your bare foot fell into a puddle left on the bathroom floor. You managed to yawn and roll your eyes as you wiped the now wet appendage on the nearby bath mat...that was also soaking wet.

"I swear to god," you growled, "can you not even take a shower without making a fucking mess?" You took the frustrated opportunity to look up at yourself in the mirror and sigh. The bedhead was a nice, but unnecessary touch and you fought another yawn as you took off your glasses and started to wash your face.

Mid-contact on eye, you heard the door rattling and then the key. You laughed, ready to lay into the lieutenant you found yourself rooming with for the past few weeks. You threw your hair up into a messy bun and looked down at your shirt, water stains decorating the thing grey t-shirt. You sighed and stretched your arms above your head, closing your eyes, acutely aware of the body that appeared in the doorway.

"You're kind of an asshole to live with, ya know?" you stated, matter-of-factly, eyes still closed as you bent to the side, getting that one part of your sciatic nerve that you normally couldn't reach. When no sarcastic retort was thrown your way, your eyes slowly fluttered open, your hands now back to their original position above your head.

"Not Bradshaw."

He shook his head. Your hands dropped.

"Sorry."

He shrugged and gave you a slight smirk.

"You're-"

"Here for the thing," he finished your sentence and the gears in your head tried to frantically figure out what thing he was- OH. THE THING. THE GUY WITH THE THING. It was like your synapses all turned on at once. Bradshaw had mentioned something about someone coming over today to pick up a thing for work. You nodded and, for the first time, turned to face him in the bathroom doorway. You gave him a slightly sheepish smile and stepped past him and toward the small dining room table.

"Didn't know Bradshaw had a missus,"you heard a slight southern drawl behind the observation. You shook your head and continued digging through the stacks of mail and newspapers on the table. You almost missed the quirked eyebrow as he waited for a clarification. You continued to search.

"...sister?" he ventured, earning another head shake and a slight smirk that he reciprocated. You were enjoying the game (you were also aware that if you didn't find the thing for this guy, Bradshaw was going to kick your ass). Finally, your hand fell on the envelope with a sticky note on it. "Seresin" was all it said and you were able to remember the conversation now. Documents for...Jake- "Jake Seresin."

You hadn't realized you said his name out loud, feeling triumphant at remembering and then slightly embarrassed. It earned you another self-satisfied smirk that was quickly replaced by a frustrated chew of his bottom lip.

"College friend." You filled in and he let out a small "ah" waiting for you to continue.

"We were both at UVA and we were both too old to really be there," you let out a small chuckle, putting back all the mismatched papers back into a messy pile on the table. "I posted up here about a year ago for some work, Bradshaw let me know he was in town, and here we are."

"Navy?"

You chuckled, and shook your head, "You're not a big fan of full sentences are you, lieutenant?" He looked at you slightly surprised and you nodded towards his badges that stood out starkly against his khaki uniform. He almost gave you an impressed look, but something (arrogance, perhaps) kept his secret.

"Program Analyst. Private contractor- I just deal with the other contractors and make sure everything is finished on time and everyone gets paid." He nodded, approvingly. "With you all back, I may see you around if you're out near Hanger 3 on the north side." You gave a sincere smile and weren't sure if you were waiting for the handsome pilot in front of you to hit on you or laugh at your audacity.

He gave you a smile and then waved the envelope in his hand, signally that it was time for him to go. You nodded and gave him a light laugh as he made his way to the door, but he paused, hand on the door knob.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten all my manners this morning," the drawl was even more prevalent and you knew the look in his eye, "I didn't catch your name, Miss..."

You easily closed the distance between you and the Naval aviator, replacing your hand with his on the door knob as you opened the door wider and he stepped out onto the small patio.

"See you around, sailor," you winked and closed the door, heading back into the bathroom to continue getting ready.

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"So, Rooster's got a roommate..."

The comment was innocuous enough, but after one fight already about his father and Maverick, Rooster found himself a bit more on edge than he had wanted to be. He saw both Phoenix and Bob shoot him interested looks that quickly turned to nothing but concern. Fanboy and Payback exchanged looks and then looked to the source of the conversation.

"...and she's pretty cute."

The blond pilot continued to chew on the toothpick in his mouth and toss a pencil up above his head, refusing to make contact with a now fuming Bradley Bradshaw. Payback was ready to jump up and stop another fight, but a hand appeared on Bradley's shoulder, staying him in his seat. Maverick had been standing in the back of the makeshift classroom and did not feel like dealing with any more drama from this team.

"Hangman, if you're in the barracks, you've got, what? 5 roommates? Not our fault none of them are cute...." Phoenix's comment was low, but everyone in the group heard it and it cracked the tension like ice. Rooster even gave her a chuckle and an eyeroll. Hangman stopped tossing his pencil in thin air and glared at her and then looked at Bradshaw.

"Back. Off." was all Bradley mouthed to the other aviator.But Hangman saw that as nothing but a challenge. He smirked, his green eyes glistening with excitement at the prospect of you and pissing off Rooster in one fell swoop.

"You. Wish."

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A/N: New inspiration! Let's see where this goes!

Part 2

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Something In-Between, pt. 2

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f) (no y/n)

Summary: Something old, something new- reader's stuck between two men who look damn good in Navy blue(s).

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking, potentially some suggestive situations in the future (none here). Everything I write is Mature- read at your own risk.

Part 1 Part 3

“I mean, look, you’re the electrical engineer. If this doesn’t fix it, it’s not going to be my ass on the line.” Your comments were met with an annoyed huff from the contractor at the top of the ladder. You shrugged and stepped back, clipboard falling to your side, finders mindless drumming on the back of it.

“Hey, you.”

You turned abruptly to face the comment, positive that it wasn’t someone on your crew. You were immediately met with a lopsided grin and warm brown eyes. Your gaze softened and you let out a slight laugh.

“What’s this I hear about you introducing yourself to my squad?” He smirked and cocked an eyebrow at the eye roll you shot back at him. He threw an arm over your shoulder and you groaned, pushing it off and back to his side.

“Hey- you’re the one who sent in some stranger with a key to the house to waltz in and get god knows what. I did no introducing, just facilitating a task that YOU,” your finger poked into his chest as your turned to face him dead on, “asked me to do.”

Bradley have you another grin and stepped forward closing the gap between you. His eyes lit up and he opened his mouth to say something but you were quicker on the draw.

“Besides, Bradshaw,” you drawled, “it wasn’t your squad. It was a singular Jake Seresin that interrupted my morning routine.” You didn’t miss the flicker to envy that crossed his features. You had always had a jokingly flirty relationship with Bradley, but it never went beyond the jokes. You tapped his nose and turned walking away.

“Next time you send a Naval aviator into my house unannounced, at least do me the decency of telling me he’s attractive,” you called over your shoulder, no doubt lighting some sort of frustration in your roommate. You smirked, enjoying riling him up, and continued stepping out of the hanger and towards the parking lot.

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“You gonna keep sulking or what, Bradshaw?”

The comment pulled Bradley out of his staring contest with the drips of condensation that were running down his glass. He glanced up to see Fanboy giving him a look as he paused his game of pool with Payback.

“Yeah, Rooster- seems like something pissed on your parade,” Payback didn’t look up as he lined up his shot, thrilled to have sank the eight ball, winning him some cash for the evening. Fanboy reluctantly paid up, his eyes never fully leaving Rooster as he stared daggers at the other side of the room.

“Not something,” Payback corrected, “someone.”

The realization came in a three part harmony as Fanboy and Payback connected the dots and Rooster further ground his own gears.

“Hangman.”

As if perfectly on cue, the pilot in question turned slightly to order at the bar, flashing a perfectly white smile at Penny and leaning a tanned forearm on the faded wood of the counter. He knew Rooster’s eye has been boring into the back of his skull for quite some time and he was impressed- he didn’t think bringing up Rooster’s little roommate would have had such an impact. He was proud of the aggravation he had caused.

The night continued mostly uneventfully, Rooster continued skulking around with his beer and Hangman just sat back and watched the show (and was happy to pick up some scratch from a few games of darts). When their eyes finally locked, Rooster stood up quickly, his beer hitting the table a little too hard. Hangman smirked and took another swig before his own drink was perched on a nearby ledge.

Perfect timing was not your strong suit, but as you walked through the doors of the Hard Deck your laughter was cut short. You saw the murderous look from Bradshaw, the shit eating taunting grin from Seresin, and a very “over it” look from Penny.

You blinked a few times, your few friends continuing to a booth without you. Penny looked beyond exasperated, having been on edge watching the Top Gun section of her bar all night worried about a fight.

“Did you do this?” Her voice broke you out of the split stare between the two pilots, who had now turned to fully face you, forgetting about the impending donnybrook on the horizon. The bar wasn’t very full, so you could easily make out her question. You shook your head, made a comment, and walked over to your booth.

“No ma’am, never seen these two idiots in my life.”

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You continued your “team bonding” outing with a few contractor friends without event. You sipped your drink and casually tossed a glance over towards the pilots hogging the pool tables and you found not one, but two stares on you. You suppressed the need to roll your eyes and turned back to the conversation at hand.

You played with the straw in your drink and then looked up, spotting a certain blond-haired pilot with his back to you at the bar. You stood up a bit more suddenly than you intended, earning a few looks as you interrupted the conversation.

“Hang on guys, I’ll be right back.” They all gave you unsurprised glances and continued tittering amongst themselves as you walked over to get another drink. You sidled up next to Jake and he gave you a bemused smirk as he leaned over the bar. You returned the look and flagged Penny down. She gave you a warning glance that you brushed off.

“Two draft,” you ordered and Jake raised an eyebrow- you had been paying slight attention to the fact that he wasn’t drinking domestic out of the bottle. Penny nodded, pulled the taps, and then put the two beers in front of you with a knowing smile. Both of your hands reached out and grabbed the glasses and you had them off the bar before Jake had realized what had happened.

“Put ‘em on ‘Seresin’ Pen!” you yelled to Penny as you walked over towards Rooster and offered him one of the beers. Jake made a face you couldn’t quite describe- impressed, annoyed, interested. Bradley raised his newly purchased beer in a mock “thank you” gesture to the defeated pilot at the bar.

“Will you knock it off now? You’re acting like a brat.”Bradley almost spit out his drink as you spoke in a low tone just to him. You gave him a warning glance and he followed your eyes to Jake’s general direction. Before he could offer scolding remarks, you cut him off.

“Cat’s out of the bag, Bradshaw,” you yelled to the group, “ya gonna introduce me to your squad or what?” Bradley was quick to catch on to your use of his earlier comments but rolled his eyes and stood up gesturing to the group and giving you a proper introduction, trying to match callsign and last name to the faces in front of you.

You tuned out most of Bradshaw’s ramblings as you noticed Jake was still staring you down from the other side of the bar. “….and that’s why I just opted to bunk with her for awhile. Just like the old days, huh, Dino?” The old nickname pulled you out of your locked stare across the room and back to Bradley as he slapped your shoulder a bit too hard.

You pushed down the blush that was threatening your cheeks and swallowed, fully conscious that all eyes were on you, waiting with bated breath for an explanation.

“Hey now, private citizen, I don’t get a callsign like you boneheads,” you slapped Bradshaw back in the shoulder, forcing a bit of beer to spill out of the glass in his hand. He groaned and shook off his now beer damped hand. You sighed, realizing no one was going to speak until you started talking.

“It was a nickname in college. I was the only one with a previous degree. It was in history and paleontology. I was also almost the oldest one in the class,” you shot a pointed look at Bradley, earning some chuckles, “so the kids in the class called me Dino. Also,” you started rolling up your sleeves, “this didn’t help.”

You showed off just under your watch and on your left arm, a small thin line tattoo of a brontosaurus. You shrugged. “Hey, a weekend in Vegas definitely does not stay quiet when you bring one of these home.” Everyone laughed and the awkward tension in the air dissipated quickly as everyone went back to their own conversations.

You noticed, out of the corner of your eye, that Jake had moved in closer from his perch at the bar to hear your story. And to catch your name. You gave him a smirk and then turned back to your roommate beside you, his arm resting on the back of the stool that you were standing in front of.

“You good, pops? You need a ride?” You teased and downed the rest of your beer, stepping away from Bradley and waving towards your original crew you hand wandered in with. He groaned, downed his beer and then started to follow you out. You motioned for his keys

“Kelli drove me over here and I’m a way better driver than you. Hand ‘em over.” Bradley muttered something I set his breath as he reached into his pocket and handed you his keys, knowing it was no use fighting you.

The two of you walked past the bar on your way out and your hand patted the blond pilot on the shoulder.

“Thanks for the drinks, Seresin, next time they’re on Bradshaw.”

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A/N: alrighty, what are we thinking? Where we leaning? :)

Part 3

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Something In-Between, pt. 3

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f) (no y/n)

Summary: Something old, something new- reader's stuck between two men who look damn good in Navy blue(s).

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking, potentially some suggestive situations in the future (none here). Everything I write is Mature- read at your own risk.

Part 1 Part 2

You and Bradley rode home in a complacent silence. Well, at least you thought it was until you parked his Bronco and he all but jumped out, slamming the door behind him and making his way to the front door. You rolled your eyes, fingering the keys he had given you to drive. He glared vaguely in your direction and you heard him suck his teeth as you moved to unlock the door.

After blowing past you in the doorway, you sighed, not sure what had gotten into your roommate. He all but slammed his door, leaving you-mid-shoe off- in the living room. You tossed your shoe to the other one near the front door and let your purse drop on the couch. Your socked feet padded the sound of your footsteps as you made your way to his door.

"You gonna tell me what crawled up your ass and died, Bradshaw?" No response. You sighed. "Or are we going to do this childish thing where you ignore me in my own home because-"

The door opened and you didn't get you finish your thought. You noticed how hard-set Bradley's jaw was. Whatever it was, it had certainly gotten him upset and bothered. His temples were pulsing and you could almost see the flexing. He stared at you silent and then you saw his face start to falter. Your hands instinctively found your hips and you leaned against one side of the doorframe.

"Just a bad day, ya know? Sorry, wasn't anything you did..." he sighed and stated lamely. His eyes had fallen to his feet and the silence in the small apartment was deafening. Your tongue poked your cheek as you waited for him to continue, thoroughly not buying any of his bullshit. When he didn't immediately continue, you couldn't help but encourage him to do so.

"Bad day I get. Being shitty with me when I barely saw you all day is not okay. And it's not what happened," you said pointedly, narrowing your eyes as his eyes quickly shot up to meet yours. He looked apologetic, but you had known him long enough to know that he used this move to get out of uncomfortable situations.

"Dude, all I did today was get up, take a shower, go to work, go to lunch, go to a bar. What is your deal?" you couldn't help the huffiness to your voice as you felt like a teenager in trouble with their parents. You were about to go after him again when he muttered something you barely heard.

"...and gave Hangman those papers."

Your eyebrows practically hit your hairline in incredulousness. Your hands dropped to your side and you took a step back from the doorway, your mouth slightly opening in shock. Gone was the troubled teenager, now you were dealing with a child of your own.

"Are you shitting me, Bradley?!" your voice was louder than you meant, but the shock of what all this was about wasn't sitting well at all. "I give an envelope to a guy you work with and you get pissed that I introduced myself?! What are you? Jealous that someone spoke to me? You've got to be-"

"-That's not what he was doing! You don't know him and I know exactly what he was thinking when he came in and-"

"HE WAS GETTING THE THING YOU TOLD HIM TO-"

"HE WAS TRYING TO-"

"I didn't fuck him," the harshness of your tone stopped Bradley mid-yell. Your voice had lowered as the anger boiled up. You had never seen this side of Bradley and you were not a fan of this sudden questioning of your morality and decision making by a man who had no room to judge.

The two of you stared at each other until Bradley finally dropped his eyes. "I didn't think you did. I just know how he gets and he was looking at you..." his voice trailed off pathetically when he realized you weren't listening any more. You started walking to your room then thought better of it and grabbed your purse off the couch with Bradley's keys. You quickly slipped into some sneakers, barely breaking your stride to the door.

"Next time you tell someone to come over to get something, I'll make sure I'm not here."

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You weren't sure where you were driving to. Any tiny effects of alcohol you had consumed earlier were long gone and you felt the anger still bubbling in your throat like emotional acid reflux. You hadn't gotten into a fight with Bradley like this since college and it too had been about a boy.

You rolled your eyes, looking at the lit dash and turning off the radio, preferring the silence to anything music could offer at this point. You didn't appreciate the accusations, but you especially didn't appreciate being in a fight when you hadn't done a single thing wrong.

You were barely paying attention to where you were driving when you found yourself back in the parking lot of the Hard Deck. You parked the car, hands still tightly gripping the steering wheel, teeth painfully tight in your jaw. Your eyes started to disassociate in the dark as everything blurred around you and the nearby lights because floating blotches of yellow and orange.

As if he could sense your presence, it was at that precise moment that Jake Seresin, the man this whole fight had been about, walked out of the Hard Deck, toothpick in his mouth, hand lazily thrown in his pocket, the other slapping Bob on the back condescendingly as the rest of the crew followed them out.

He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as he felt eyes on him. He paused while the group continued past him as his eyes scanned the almost empty lot around the building. It was then that he spotted Rooster's Bronco still parked and he made a confused face in spite of himself. He waved on the rest of the pilots as he started towards the oddly positioned vehicle, very curious as to what he was about to find.

When he walked up to the front of the car he saw you sitting alone, blankly staring at him. He put on his most charming smirk, and pulled the toothpick out of his mouth, sauntering over to the driver side door.

"Hey there, darlin', and here I thought you had gone home. Didn't think you'd be out here waiting on me..." It was at this point that Jake's smirk faltered, your eyes still glued blankly ahead, barely comprehending his words. He swallowed and reached into the truck, his hand brushing your arm through the open window.

"Hey- you okay?" The touch shook your out of the 50-yard stare and you turned to him quickly. You weren't sure what you were doing or what he was thinking you were doing. You sighed and shrugged.

"You want the long story or the short story?" He chuckled and rested his other forearm on the window frame.

"If you're talking, I'll take the long version," he winked and your rolled your eyes, a small smile cracking your jaw. Jake saw the relief cross over your facial features and he matched your smile. "Come on," he pulled open the driver side door, "Penny won't close up for at least another hour. Can I buy you a real drink instead of you swiping my card?"

You laughed and nodded, easily taking his hand to get out of the car. As you hit the lock button, your hand dropped out of Jake's as he headed back inside.

"Rooster isn't going to jump out of the bushes and ambush me or anything, right?" Jake paused when you didn't laugh and he turned back to look at you, "Kidding- just curious where he is..." Jake had stopped walking and was looking at you, awaiting an answer.

"I dropped him off at home."

Jake was taken aback, but he quickly recovered. "You took him home and then you came back here?" You nodded and walked past him, reaching the door and walking inside. You felt his body behind you in the doorway as you stopped to look around. "Did you come back for me, or is that wishful thinking?" His voice was low and you could feel his hot breath on your neck and shoulder as he leaned down. You shrugged and walked forward towards the bar with the aviator in tow behind you.

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You and Jake had closed down the bar. You had found a small, semi-private booth in the back (Penny could keep an eye on you, and you appreciated her concern, but assured her after your second round of drinks that you really were sound of mind). Jake found himself scooting closer to you in the booth as the conversation went on.

"I just- I mean, I'm honored," he said, laughing, "Two fights with Rooster and the most recent is about little ol' me!" You snickered into your drink as he laughed again, beer bottle perched at his lips.

"And I didn't even do anything this time!" You shook your head and felt another laugh bubble up. Jake's eyes were shining and you noticed a slight flush dust his cheeks. You knew you were warm all over and it wasn't from the drink in your hands. As Penny rang the bell signalling she was closing up, you downed your drink and stood up, Jake's hand immediately on the small of your back as he stood up behind you. You smiled and started towards the door, giving Penny a wave and mouthing "thank you."

Once outside, the sea air hit harder than anything. You sighed and pulled out your phone to check the time. 12:13am. You groaned. Yes, tomorrow was Friday, but you still had to be at work in...less than 8 hours. Jake had leaned his head back and closed his eyes, breathing in the air, hand still firmly on your back.

It was then that you looked at the rest of your lock screen. 14 missed calls. 23 missed texts. 13 messenger messages. You groaned again and Jake looked down, lazily opening his eyes and spotting your phone.

"Looks like big brother is not happy that you're out. You gonna tell him it was with me?" He leaned in closer, his hand now moving to your hip and pulling you in tighter to his toned body. You shook your head.

"I do still have to live with him. I'd like to make it as painless as possible."

Jake shrugged, "Suit yourself," he squeezed you in closer, "but if I were you, I'd pull a page from Hangman's greatest moves...." He waggled an eyebrow at you and started walking towards his car. You met his raised eyebrow, but your feet followed his. He smiled and opened the passenger door. You paused and waited for an explanation.

"I'll take you to your car. You can drive it home and then when Rooster wakes up in the morning, boom, no ride," his self-satisfied smile was clear, even in the dark, "ruin a bit of his day like he ruined yours."

You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out past your lips and nodded. "Good plan, sailor, now get in." Jake was only too thrilled to not only spend some time with you, but also piss off Rooster. Win-win in his book and you knew it.

"Aye-aye, ma'am. Anywhere you want to go."

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You yawned and pulled your comforter back above your head as you groaned. The offending sunlight poured in through shades that you forgot to pull down all the way. You squinted at them angrily and then realized that the noise that jolted you awake was the sound of the front door slamming and footsteps loudly stomping towards you.

"Where the FUCK is my car?!"

You paused and then all but snorted trying to hold in a laugh remembering the events of the night before. Bradley threw open your door.

"Where is it?! What the fuck did you do?!"

You yawned again and sat up, shrugging.

"I parked it back at the bar. Figured you could use the walk to base to clear your head," you retorted, matter-of-factly. Bradley's jaw hung open as he comprehended your words. He glared at you and then slammed your door and then the front door. You laid pck down, smirking to yourself. He deserved it, after all, and it wasn't like it was a long walk or anything.

You were shaken from your self-convincing monologue by a quiet ping. You snagged your phone off the bedside table and again squinted angrily at the sun now fully streaming into the room. You turned your attentions back to the screen as another text came in.

Hey. We're about to get going on a briefing. No sign of Rooster, any idea where he is?

;)

You chuckled and shook your head, quickly replying.

I think he took the scenic route this morning.

You laughed again, proud of your semi-witty response and set the phone down as you sat up on the edge of the bed. As your feet searched for the slippers under your bed you heard your phone again and couldn't help the all-too-recognizable flutter in your stomach as you brought it to your face.

Can I see you tomorrow? -------------

A/N: I'm a sucker for a soft Jake...and a jealous Bradley apparently... :) Also, too many tags are crashing this story- so if you want to keep up with me, please follow @archivallyfound09 and click “get notifications” (I only post my stories here, so no spam or other stuff)

Part 4

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Something In-Between, pt. 6

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f) (no y/n)

Summary: Something old, something new- reader's stuck between two men who look damn good in Navy blue(s).

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking, wowzas sexual themes going on here (basically pwp-read at own risk!), joking about suicide (not really). Everything I write is Mature- read at your own risk.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

You heard whispering from the other room and you yawned a bit and stretched under the covers, a definite fogginess from all the drinks the previous night clouding any clear bit of thought. You heard the door creak open and you blinked, not able to tell who was standing in the doorframe.

"Mornin' darlin'," came the drawl and you couldn't help the smile on your face. Jake had decided to stay and, from the sounds of it, he was in much better condition than you currently were.

"Hey Jake," you barely hummed out, a stupid smile plastered on your face despite the nagging headache that was gripping your temples. "Glad you seem to have survived the night..." You were met with a chuckle and as you started to sit up in bed and reach for your glasses, you heard Bradley's laugh as well.

"Bradshaw-" you started with a warning tone but were cut off almost immediately.

"No worries, hun, we got it all figured out. Didn't we, Bagman," you heard the blond pilot groan at the unappreciated nickname and you giggled a bit nervously. Not being able to fully see the interaction, you weren't sure if they were teasing you or if they had really come to an agreement.

Your thought process was stopped short when you felt someone land on the bed next to you. You recognized Jake's cologne as his arms wrestled you into a hug and he began tickling your sides. You started gasping for air between laughs and swatting away his incessant fingertips. Finally, you decided to call in back-up.

"Bradshaw, I swear to god, I will give you anything if you can get this big galoot off of me!" You heard the offended noise Jake made as he started to try and pin you down on the bed to get a better angle to your sides. Bradley chuckled and leaned on the doorframe.

"Anything I want, baby?" He snickered suggestively, but you missed the intonation over your own screeches and heaving breath.

"YES, BRADSHAW. NOW HELP ME!"

In seconds, Bradley had cleared the room and was pulling Jake off of you, knocking him off the other side of the bed with a loud "oof" which was followed by "goddammit Rooster!" You laughed and hugged your savior and noticed that his arms were wrapped tightly around you as he caged you to the bed. You smiled up, his face finally coming into your clear vision, chest still heaving from the tickling assault that had been mounted.

Without a second to recognize what was happening, Bradley's lips crashed into yours. You hesitated for only a split second before you met him with the same intensity. Lips melded together in a needy but gentle way, Bradley's hands hadn't moved from your sides as he slowly dropped some of his body weight onto yours. You were very much aware of how your body was reacting as Bradley deepened the kiss and were glad to note that he was reacting in a very similar way as he started to grind into you.

Suddenly, you felt Bradley's weight shift and his lips disconnected from yours. You didn't even have a chance to open your eyes when new lips started to attack yours. Met with much more urgency than the previous kiss, you were keenly aware that Jake Seresin had stepped in to take control of the situation. His hands that had previously been tormenting you were now running along your sides and brushing underneath the swell of your breasts. You let out a small hum as his tongue slipped past your lips and began exploring your mouth.

The hands that started rubbing up your thighs made you almost jump out of your skin. You hadn't remembered taking off your pajama pants, but Bradley's calloused grip on your bare thighs proved differently. Fingers suddenly hooked into your underwear and started to pull them down. You couldn't stop the moan that escaped into Jake's mouth as you felt your hips involuntarily arch up off the bed.

Jake's chuckle as he started to kiss down your neck brought you back into what was happening. As you started to sit up and protest (god knows why), you yelped as your head slammed back on the pillows, Bradley's tongue already kissing and licking up your thighs. You were sure the two pilots shared a look at each other, but you didn't care, groaning as Jake slid your t-shirt up, granting himself access to your already hard nipples.

The sounds that filled the room were obscene. Between the headache and the throbbing of every part of your body, you couldn't focus on all the sensations that were happening. Jake's teeth grazing your nipple. Bradley's tongue licking up and hitting your clit. Someone's hand was firmly grasping your ass, stuck between you and the mattress. You didn't realize that most of the noise was elicited out of you-swollen lips now dry as you arched you hips again, continually grinding into Bradley's face as his tongue alternated between your clit and licking well up into your aching hole

Suddenly, you felt Jake start to shift. Your eyes were all but screwed shut as you felt a new pair of hands start to stroke your inner thighs. As he moved, you realized it had to be Bradley's hand grabbing at your ass, his other hand holding down a hip. There was a moment of pause in Bradley's ministrations and you almost looked down to scold him, heart pounding and fully out of breath, when a finger slipped into you.

The moan that tore out of your chest was feral. Within milliseconds, Bradley's mouth was back on you while Jake's finger started pumping in and out of you, feeling every corner in side of you. You could barely make out the comments he was making over your own groans and whimpers. Suddenly, Jake slid two singers and scissored them out a bit, stretching you. You heard the sounds your now drenched core was making and could feel the tightness start to take over in your stomach and your thighs, release coming faster than you had anticipated.

You barely noticed that Bradley had moved from eating you out to kissing your thigh when you realized that Jake had removed a finger. You were about to reach for your glasses, completely unsure of what was going on when you felt Bradley's finger slip into you as well. The intricate motion of the two men inside you was too much, especially knowing that they had made this completely and utterly all about you.

It took only a few pumps and Jake gently rubbing his thumb against your clit before you started shaking and begging them not to stop. The rhythm of both men maintained the exact speed as you started to see nothing but white behind your eyelids and you legs started shaking. You snapped. The orgasm that his was harder than any you had ever had previously and you felt yourself clench tightly around the fingers that were still moving inside of you. You reached down to try and still them as you continued to ride the wave out, your hips bucking and pulling a long string of expletives out and your body stuttered.

In the silence after you finished, all you could hear was the blood rushing in your ears and our own labored breathing. Beads of sweat prickled on your body, you heaving chest starting to shallow out with each gasp. You groaned as both men pulled their fingers out, oblivious to any shared look or comment they made to each other. Your fucked-out grin was enough to show that you had enjoyed yourself entirely.

"Hey darlin'?" You lolled your head toward the door, unsure when Jake had moved off the bed. A small "mhmm" was heard from you as you felt blankets around you again.

"You alright? You were makin' all sorts of fun little noises in here..."

You shot up in bed, hand immediately grabbing blindly for your glasses. When they landed (too harshly) on your nose, you looked around. You were still in bed, blankets wrapped up around you, pajamas still firmly intact on your body, Jake in the doorway and no sign of Bradley at all. You eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as you chanced a look up at the tall aviator smirking at you.

"Nightmare," you scratched out, voice hoarse and lips still dry. He nodded with a small "ah" as you felt your heart pounding in your ears again, chest starting to tighten with the realization of what had just happened.

"All good. I told Bradshaw that I'd check on ya and get you up for today. Didn't want you to sleep through your entire Saturday..." The smile he gave you was dazzling and gave you the courage to try and stand up and make your way to the bathroom, desperately needing to pee and to splash cold water all over yourself. You gave him a sheepish grin as you padded towards the bathroom that he had first met you in when he caught your arm.

You stared into the mirror beyond the sink as Jake’s lips barely touched the outer shell of your ear. You could feel the warmth emanating off of him as the smell of him invaded your every sense.

"If you're going to dream about me, the least you can do is moan my name louder than Rooster's."

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"Penny. I'm gonna need you to give me the strongest gin and tonic you can muster. I will then take a Bud Light, bottle not draft, and then I'm going to drown myself in the ocean."

Penny glanced up at the clock. 10:37. She let out a small chuckle mixed with a sigh and passed you the drinks requested. She skipped the tonic in the gin and tonic all together and already had the Bud Light waiting as you started to down the hard liquor.

"Can you at least tell me why you've decided to kill yourself today of all days?" You looked at her with a sour look on your face (mostly from the burn of the gin).

"Why not today? I've lived a decent life. Nothing else I need to see," you said, matter of factly, taking a swig from the cool beer. Penny smiled and shrugged, taking her bar towel and throwing it over her shoulder as she looked out the back windows towards the beach.

"Oh, I think you should take care of all this business tomorrow, hon. I've got something you're definitely gonna want to see.” You followed her eyes as she started out from behind the bar, making her way to the back deck. You grabbed your beer and followed close behind her.

What was that line from the Disney movie? Ah, yes. "Rippling pectorals." Dear god, every member of the Top Gun mission squad had found themselves half naked on the beach playing some sort of bastardized game of keep away. Penny glanced at you as you took another long swing of your beer.

"Yeah..." you contemplated, a smirk playing on your lips, "I think I can wait to kill myself until tomorrow...."

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A/N: A bit short, but I wanted to get SOMETHING out for you all tonight! This may be how I work in a throuple because my god, there are a lot of hands, fingers, mouths, bodies to keep track of! Let me know what you think (and yes, groan groan, the overdone "it was all a dream" I KNOW. But it was still fun :D )

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Something In-Between, pt. 5

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f) (no y/n)

Summary: Something old, something new- reader's stuck between two men who look damn good in Navy blue(s).

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking, potentially some suggestive situations in the future (none here). Everything I write is Mature- read at your own risk.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The door creaked ever so slightly as it opened in the almost completely darkened room. You turned towards the offending noise, aggravated, without being fully conscious yet.

"So, listen," his voice was shaky and you were barely awake, eyes blearily trying to focus on the man standing in your doorway. You heard him sigh and you reached for your glasses, wanting to better understand why you were up at...dear god, the crack of fucking dawn.

"Bradshaw..." your voice was low and the comment was issued as a warning. He held up a hand and leaned on the doorframe sighing again.

"I know. I'm an asshole. And I embarrassed you and I guess...I guess what I'm trying to figure out how to-"

"Spit it out Bradshaw, I want to get some decent sleep before tod-"

"Just let me okay?" you could hear the annoyance and the fear in his voice. "I need to admit this. I've been acting like an asshole and everything with Hangman because...I think I'm in love with you."

It was a statement of fact that hung in the early morning and sucked all the air out of the room and out of Bradley's lungs. You sat up a bit in bed, not sure if you had heard him entirely correct. Sure, it was fairly obvious there were feelings between you two, but they had always been on your end. What you were surprised by was his ability to admit these feelings...

It had been one night at UVA, all the "kids" in your friend group had scampered off to some nightclub, leaving you alone at a large booth sipping a drink. You had spotted Bradley across the way at the bar, quietly looking completely unphased by everything happening in a college bar on a Friday night. He suddenly caught your eye as he scanned the room and you offered him a slight smile and raised your glass to him. He raised his beer bottle in reciprocation and then you tilted your head to the empty seats beside you.

You and Bradley had closed down the bar in that booth. You covered every topic you could think of: family, friends, classes, life, dream jobs, childhood pets. Bradley had told you about his parents and the Navy- which was something he always intentionally avoided when first meeting someone. You were different. The two of you walked out of the bar, attached at the hip. It was that night that you knew, he had fallen in love with you.

"I knew in college, Bradley. I'm just not exactly sure what to do about it." You saw his face drop as he nodded. He was afraid of this scenario, but being stuck in purgatory where he didn't know if you even knew of his feelings was a far worse outcome. You offered him a sleepy smile.

"Can we maybe talk about this some time when I'm not half asleep?" That got a chuckle and another nod from Bradley as he stepped towards you in bed.

"You bet. Love ya, kid." he places a quick peck on the top of your head and you smiled, breathing in his cologne. You started sinking back under the covers for a few more hours of sleep as he headed towards the door.

"Love ya too, Bradshaw."

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"Hey there, darlin'," the southern voice drawled through the receiver, "how'd I get so lucky to win a phone call from you?" You stifled a giggle, the alcohol clouding every part of your brain. You swayed a bit, holding the phone tightly against your cheek, a big, stupid grin plastered on your face.

"Uh, sweetheart?"

You gasped at his voice, half forgetting that you were on the phone.

"Shit, sorry. I uh- I...fuck, I honestly don't know why I called you. I'm sorry...." The words rambled out with only a bit of slurring. You were more embarrassed than drunk and that part of your brain was suddenly working just fine.

"It's all good darlin', I'm here if you just want to talk. You in a safe place?" You nodded and then realized there was no way Jake could hear your nod. You gave him the affirmative and he hummed back. Suddenly, loud music filled the reciever.

"Jake, where are you? Oh god- you're out, I'm so fucking sor-"

You heard a slightly annoyed sigh from Jake on the other end. You weren't sure if it was your call or the obnoxiously loud karaoke that had just started up. You heard him shuffling outside and then suddenly on the ocean waves could be heard in the background.

"Stop apologizing for calling me. You okay? Do you want-"

"-I want you to come over."

The unasked question melded with your response and Jake couldn't help the flip that his stomach did when you admitted you wanted him there. His heart started pounding a bit more as he bit the corner of his lip.

"I'll be there in 10 sweetheart. Want me to bring anything?" His brain started wracking though all the things that could happen tonight (beer, wine, vodka, whiskey, weed, coke, condoms...he only knew where to get a few things and wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but wanted to be prepared nonetheless). Your shaky and still tipsy voice crackled in his ear and brought him out of his 50 yard stare.

"I...I don't think I want to be alone right now, that's all."

Jake refused to hang up the phone even when a dial tone rung in his ear, signalling that you had probably moved onto another drink. He walked pointedly out of the bar, his vision tunnelling as he walked swiftly out the front doors to his car.

Both Phoenix and Coyote saw the whole thing happen. The phone call that was answered too quickly. The nicknames that flew out of Hangman's mouth. The walking outside. The run to get to the parking lot. Phoenix rolled her eyes and looked over at Bradley, completely engrossed in a song at the piano, a variety of cadets and officers singing and clapping him on the back.

Poor bastard, she thought, he has no idea.

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You couldn't tell if it had been 10 minutes or 10 hours. You were splayed out, halfway on the floor, a glass precariously perched in your hand. You knew this was catastrophic. You knew it was immature. You also knew what Bradley's admission meant this morning: all those years you had pined for him and supported him and loved him, he had loved you back. But he had left you anyway.

Another sound knock at the door lurched you up onto your feet as you stumbled to grasp the cool handle in your palm. You tried to regain some control as you unlocked and opened the door, but you seemed to lose all resolve when you were met with the stunningly handsome blond aviator in front of you.

"Hey..." you ventured awkwardly, unsure of exactly what 20 minutes ago drunk you were thinking.

"Hey there, sweetheart. Mind if I come in? Assess the damage?" You laughed and stepped to the side, a smirk covering Jake's face when he noticed the half empty liquor bottle on the kitchen table.

"You've been busy," he commented, the smirk growing. You shrugged. "Something going on?" You shook your head, unwilling to give up any more information. You were drunk, but you weren't stupid. You didn't want Jake knowing about Bradley and his feelings and...

"It's Bradshaw, isn't it?"

You froze, halfway back to the couch. You let out a deep sigh and then turned slowly like a caught child. Well, so much for keeping that cat in the bag.

"He loves me," Jake froze, unsure of the intrepid waters that he just crossed into. "I loved him for years, Jake, years," you emphasized and he nodded, crossing the room to sit next to your on the couch. "He called me his sister. He dated around. He...he left me." You willed yourself not to cry. The feeling of Jake's warm hand on your thigh helped calm you down a bit.

"It fuckin sucks, man," you said through a few lose tears, a laugh bubbling up at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. Jake nodded and let out a small breathless laugh.

"I hear ya, darlin. How about we take your mind off it okay?" Before you could answer he was already heading to the kitchen, two glasses in hand. "Nothing a little drinking game can't fix."

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About 2 am you thought your sides were going to burst from all the laughter. You weren't even sure what had happened to get you from literal tears to a giggling mess halfway into Jake's arms. You realized he was laughing just as hard as you were, the empty bottle of tequila was no doubt the culprit in all this.

"Jake, I have to go to bed now..." you weren't sure if you were trying to be seductive or just make a point that if you laughed anymore, you very well may throw up. Jake calmed his chuckles and started to stand up. "I know where my own bedroom is..."

He raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that darlin'? I'm just trying to be a gentleman here and make sure you get home safely." You swatted at his chest, earning another laugh. You took his arm and led him towards your bedroom.

"See? Safe and sou-" you turned to look at your bed and when you turned back around to Jake, his lips collided with yours. You froze. It was everything you thought a kiss with Jake Seresin would be, except it was way more clouded than you would've liked. He kept it short and simple, not apologetic look on his face.

"I want you to know exactly where I stand with you, princess. I don't want to miss out on something because you're not sure of my feelings."

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"Hey Hangman? Get the FUCK out of my living room!"

You blinked through the fog of an impending hangover, cursing whatever idiot part of you let you drink tequila last night. You looked at your phone. 4.32am. Goddammit. You swung your legs over the side of the bed, pulling on pajama pants that were lying on the floor and quickly made your way out to the living room.

You were anticipating a brawl. What you found was Jake standing, hands up in mock apology, head down, with Bradley practically snarling at him, his voice seething.

"I said GET THE FUCK-"

"BRADLEY." Both men turned to look at you. You were a sight. Backwards PJ pants, wrinkled oversized shirt, hair sticking up in a variety of directions, glasses slightly crooked on your nose.

"He's drunk. He can't drive home. I won't allow it. And how the FUCK did you get home like this?"

He gave you a sheepish look, refusing to answer directly, but rather mumbling something about Bob and Coyote and Phoenix's car. You rolled your eyes, your head already pounding and your mouth impeccably dry.

"Okay. Here's how this is going to work. I'm getting water for all three of us," you walked towards the kitchen. "Bradley, go to bed. Jake, go back to bed. I'm going to contemplate whether or not I want to die from this hangover and we're all going to leave each other alone, okay?" The two tired slightly intoxicated nods you received almost made you laugh. Almost.

You handed Bradley his water without a word. He gave you a crooked smile and headed off to his room. When you placed the glass down next to Jake on the coffee table, he looked up at you, gratefully.

"Thanks beautiful. I appreciate it."

You nodded, not trusting your words and headed back to bed, water glass gripped tightly in your grasp. You laid down in bed, not completely fathoming what had just happened. Jake and Bradley were mere feet away from you (and from each other).

"Jesus fucking Christ."

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PART 6

A/N: I'm not saying something vaguely like this happened in college that one time...but I'm also not saying that it didn't. I'm still stuck between the two- let me know who you all like more!

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Something In-Between, pt. 4

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f) (no y/n)

Summary: Something old, something new- reader's stuck between two men who look damn good in Navy blue(s).

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking, potentially some suggestive situations in the future (none here). Everything I write is Mature- read at your own risk.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

"Oh my GOD, you left him on read?!" Your hands were just about to cover Kelli's mouth AND throat as her voice carried through the hanger. Sensing your movements, she quickly stepped back out of your potential grasp.

"Girl, we've all seen him and we've seen the way he looks at you...come ON..." This time you were the faster as you were able to land a sound fist into her shoulder as you stalked past her.

"Shut up, okay?" you hissed, a glare taking over your features, "I should've never told you in the first place." She groaned, rubber her arm and following behind you like a dejected puppy as you made your way over to a group of new contractors.

In your aggravation (mostly at yourself for blabbing about Hangman's text to you this morning), you had failed to notice that a few green flight suits littered the large doorway of the partially constructed hanger. As if on cue, you felt the hair on the back of your neck started to stand up as you felt eyes on you.

Immediately, as you turned your eyes locked with Bradley and you realized quickly, thanks to the smirk on his face, that he had heard your earlier comments about Hangman's texts. You rolled your eyes and saw him raise an eyebrow in amusement.

"What're we doing here?" you heard someone whine and your tunnel vision quickly snapped back and you realized that half of the flight squad was awkwardly standing with Rooster. He had dragged them all out here to spy on me- you inwardly groaned and his audacity after how shitty he had been the last few days. Rooster laughed as he watched you put all the pieces together and then wordlessly walked out of view around the hanger leaving you with a very nosey Kelli.

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"Bradshaw, it's like the third night this week. I'm not exactly a bar rat and if I have to smell another shitty IPA I'm going to kick someone in the balls."

Rooster's laugh filled his Bronco as he continued driving straight for the destination for the evening: a bar.

To say that you were displeased would have been an understatement. You were tired, you weren't in the mood to drink anything right now, and you were starting to feel bad about not texting Jake back after a full day....

"Trust me, dino," Bradley's voice broke you out of your thoughts, "best burgers in town. I'll even buy and if I see anyone with an IPA, I'll let you kick him in the balls, okay?" You let out a short sigh, giving in and offering Bradley a slight smile as he pulled into a parking lot.

He was quick to hop out and run around to your side, holding the door open with an overly flourished "m'lady," to which you took his hand with an eye roll loud enough you could hear it. He laughed and grabbed the door on your way in, almost pushing you out of the way to be a gentleman. You paused and gave him a quizzical look, but his grin never faltered.

After about a half-hour in a booth, you had downed one drink and were waiting on another. Bradley had asked you about work and you were explaining some of the nonsense that was going on, but you were keenly aware that he was barely looking at you and he certainly wasn't paying attention. It was like he was waiting for someone else...

You played with the wooden skewer that was in your now-empty glass and sighed. Bradley hadn't even noticed you weren't talking any more, still offering up "mhhmm's" and head nods every so often. You pulled out your phone and started scrolling through messages, when you suddenly saw your newly refreshing drink appear in front of you. You smiled politely at your waitress and as she stepped aside, you saw exactly what Bradley had in store for you.

A tall blond in a military grade khaki uniform stepped through the door with a tall blonde who was practically hanging off of him. They were met at the hostess stand and quickly whisked away to the other side of the restaurant, but still vaguely within your view if you schooched a bit over in the booth. You felt a cold heat consume your body and couldn't help the shiver that passed over your skin.

It was now that you felt Bradley's eyes on you. He had a cocksure smug look on his face and you wanted to smack him. He could've just told you that Jake was a player or a jerk or a cheat or whatever adjective person he was. But no, Bradley had to take it one step further and humiliate you in the crossfire. You knew what he was doing- he wanted you to see that Jake wasn't only interested in you and then you'd stop talking to him.

What he wasn't counting on was that you weren't planning on running into his arms.

You had two options: throw the new drink in Bradley's face, call him an insecure piece of shit, make a scene, and storm out of the restaurant.

OR

Pretend like you hadn't seen Jake and that, even if you had, there was nothing there beyond flirting and that this didn't bother you at all.

Panic started to cross Bradley's face as he watched you calculating the situation. You let out a sharp breath and took a long swing of your drink and turned back to the man sitting beside you in the booth.

"You going to pay attention to me now that you've got an audience here, or are we waiting for more of the squad to walk in with their dates?"

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The rest of the meal had passed relatively uneventfully. Bradley had apologized for his childish behavior and his shitty behavior and any other behavior he had exhibited in the last week. He chalked it up to being stressed with the mission and being worried about your honor or whatever.

You knew what this was. Bradley had actual, real live feelings for you and he didn't know what to do about them. So he wanted to buy time until he could figure it out and Jake was expediting the process a bit too quickly for his liking. Bradley left to go pay the bill and you noticed you were absently playing with your phone, the screen lighting up every time you turned it over in your palm.

Suddenly it began to ring.

You looked down and saw the caller ID and answered before the second ring.

"Hey there, looks like we're both down a date." Your eyes darted around a plant as you scooted to the right in the booth and locked eyes with Jake across the room, his phone perched to his ear as he smirked at you. You couldn't help but let out a laugh in noticing that his date must also be in the bathroom.

"That appears to be true..." you raised your eyebrows in amusement, holding his gaze across the dining room. You saw his shoulders shake with no-doubt a small laugh.

"You didn't answer my text. You couldn've told me that I would see you today," you opened your mouth to respond, but that silken velvet voice cut you off, "no need to play hard-to-get sweetheart. I'm willing to do whatever you need me to."

The comment struck something in your chest as you fumbled in holding his gaze, your cheeks starting to turn a bit pink. You realized you could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you knew Bradley would be back at the table soon. Jake patiently waited for a response as you forced your eyes back up to meet his. He offered a sweet smile, but you knew there was something wicked right beneath the surface of it.

"Whatever you need," he repeated low and sultry. You watched him give you a wink and hang up his phone, his date returning to the table. Bradley was shortly next to you, a dial tone loudly echoing in your ear as he approached.

"Everything good?" he asked, suspicious of your lack of a comment about him abandoning you at the table. You practically jumped out of your skin at the break from Jake as your eyes quickly shut and opened, looking up at a concerned Bradley.

"All good- trying to get a call through, but I just keep getting a dial tone...weird," you tried to be an nonchalant as your could, sliding out of the booth and making your way towards the front doors. You wanted to throw a look to Jake, but decided you weren't ready to face whatever look he was about to give you.

Bradley's hand found its way to the small of your back as you stepped outside and towards his car. He opened the passenger side door and then climbed into the driver side, the engine roaring to life under his fingers.

You parked and were waiting for Bradley to drop you off at your car so you could drive home from base when your phone chime went off. You made some lame excuse about it "probably being Kelli or something," and hopped into your car. The screen was bright against the now dark sky.

She's my sister.

Your heart practically damaged itself, throwing itself against your ribcage. You were impressed by Bradley's attempt at being sneaky, but it seemed that Jake was always one step ahead. The photo that then popped up on your phone was all the proof you needed. There was Jake next to a few leggy blondes who all looked like (who you assumed was) mom. You sighed and started your car, heading home.

Jake 1. Bradley 0.

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"Hey, it was practically a double date! Bradshaw just didn't have the balls to come over and say hello." The pointed comment shot through the hanger like a knife as the pilots waited for their next briefing to begin. Bradley shot Jake a nasty look. Jake was glad to be able to get a rise.

"I didn't want to interrupt your date," Rooster bit back and Hangman laughed. He had the older pilot hook, line, and sinker.

"You mean my sister, Bradshaw? Hell, she'd probably go out on a date with you. We should've switched last night!" He laughed and it was a scathing noise that made Rooster almost clear a desk and strangle the blond right then and there. Maverick's timing, however, was impeccable.

"Enough," he growled, leaving no room for continued discussion as everyone turned in their seats. "Let's get this over with."

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PART 5

A/N: Sorry I've been MIA! I accidentally took the month of October off but I'm here now and I've missed you all!

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Major Mistakes pt. 5

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f) (no y/n)

Warning: Cursing (generally a given with me!), sexual situations later maybe, innuendos, I definitely have a rank kink (and you probably do too!)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Today's the day.

You solemnly kept reminding yourself that this was the countdown to launch. The day the Top Gun crew set off on their mission. The day you became responsible for getting them off and landing them back safely. The day the mission starts to wrap up.

The day that marks the end of Jake's time on deck.

You shook your head to clear the thought, downing another cup of coffee alone on deck, slightly freezing from the wind and the massive drop in temperature. You had been in a few extra briefings and had caught the Lieutenant's eyes lingering on you and you did something you normally didn't do- you held his gaze. This was no longer a cute, coy game, you regretted internally that you had actually developed some level of feelings for the cocky pilot.

More than once during the hours leading up to the launch, Jake had patted your shoulder and mumbled something. You finally caught what he was saying and you couldn't help but laugh at the childish antic. Calling you a "lucky charm" was not only juvenile, but also far off base- you were known to be the exact opposite of any lucky charm he was hoping for.

Another headshake brought on a shiver as you sipped the hot liquid between your hands. Yout helmet rested at your feet and you sighed loudly and were suddenly aware that there were two bodies headed in your direction. You downed the coffee and scooped up your helmet giving them a wave which was returned.

You recognized Maverick and Rooster immediately- the two had been the main point of conversation in every meeting about the mounted assault attack.

"Ready for a nice, easy, commercial flight boys?" you joked, earning a laugh from the experiences pilot and an awkward smile from the younger. You nodded in understanding.

"We'll get you outta here no problem," you promised, Rooster's smile growing a bit more genuine, "all you gotta do is get back, ok?" He nodded and Maverick clapped his shoulder.

"Yes ma'am. Up in 20," you nodded to the Captain and gave Rooster another reassuring smile, trying to offer some sympathy and support- this mission was nothing shy of a suicide attempt. As the two walked away, you picked your helmet up and settled it on your head, adjusting it a bit so your ears weren't pinched.

"So if I'm not the lead pilot, I suddenly get replaced?" The words echoed in the plastic around your head and you couldn't help the eyeroll that occurred.

"Seresin, I have a sinking feeling that I couldn't replace you if I tried..." you drawled, earning a pleased chuckle from the aviator. "Besides, you're team two. You're stuck here with me until they need you."

The blond pilot leaned in closely, his breath warm against the coldness of your cheeks and nose.

"Then let's pray that they don't need me."

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"Hangman, you better get your ass up there!" Phoenix's voice was slightly shrill over the crackling of the coms and you felt everything in your chest tighten. This was the moment you were hoping to avoid in its entirety. You never wanted to launch friends (or hell, even your crew), but sending Jake up on a mission requiring backup was not a good scenario.

Your eyes snapped up and saw Jake motion to your grounds crew that he was ready for launch. You snapped your headphones over your ears, partially hoping that the motion would block out that this was really happening. Your eyes begrudgingly made their way to the cockpit. You adjusted your gloves without thinking, everything suddenly feeling both too tight and too loose all at once.

Jakes green eyes locked with your through the canopy of the F-18. His stare never faltered, eyebrows tight and focused. He gave you a final nod to signal the end of his check and you took a shaky breath, closing your eyes, breaking the contact. Two fingers shot out of the fist at your side as you slowly raised the arm and extended your wrist with a harsh flick. It was done. You had given the final check on deck to launch this man potentially to his death.

As if on cue, the wind started to pick up and Jake was gone even faster than anticipated. A few cheers echoed around you at the successful launch, but they seemed miles away as you stared after the contrail when you could no longer see the jet. You were shaken out of your stare when your commanding officer put a hand on your shoulder.

"You got it bad, Shooter," he commented quietly and you nodded, unsure that you could trust your voice at this point. He squeezed his hand and you finally turned your head, looking at him, concern and understanding sadness on his face.

"You got him out, now get him back."

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You couldn't even stand near the coms, terrified that if you heard Jake's voice, you'd completely crumble and lose any professionalism that you were desperately hanging onto. The wind continued to whip around as if even the weather was concerned and anxious about the situation.

You hadn't realized you were zoned out, nervously biting your lip until Crowbar yelled your way. Your head darted up a bit faster than you anticipated and you caught the end of what he yelled.

"...landing in. One F-18. One-" he paused, looking completely baffled. You looked at him annoyed and incredulous, unsure of the delay. He looked even more confused when he looked back at you.

"One F-18 and one F-14."

You knew Jake was in the F-18, but had no idea what stunt the other two had pulled to find a historic relic like the 14, nevermind to actually get it airborne. You looked at your flight crew and waved to get them to prep for one normal landing and one that you weren't entirely sure was going to happen.

"These idiots always seem to bring the party, don't they?" you muttered to yourself and Crowbar, who was now at your elbow moving equipment laughed.

"Major, I think he's just tryin' to impress you at this point..."

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The landing had gone...interestingly. Jake had managed to miscalculate a bit due to the wind, which you had actually anticipated (even though he was supposed to be the easy one of the two). Once you got him down and out of the way, the F-14 landed harshly, scraping up your deck and ruining quite a bit of equipment. Luckily, your crew was quick on their feet and got the pilots out and no one was harmed in the endeavor.

A success story. And yet, when your eyes turned to see the Top Gun pilots all celebrating, your heart dropped.

You took in a harsh breath and undid your helmet, handing it to Crowbar to put up with the others. You pulled the vest off quickly and tossed it on the floor, not sure how much time you had before the tears you were holding were going to break and ruin your facade. You had worked so hard to be the badass in the position you held. You weren't going to throw it away on some cock-sure pilot and yet-

Here you were, doing that exact thing.

You didn't hear the footsteps quickly catching up to you and the two strong arms that clasped your biceps forced a surprised gasp to escape. You quickly wrenched yourself free and whipped around to face the assailant. You were met with a very confused, almost hurt, Lieutenant Seresin.

"You're my lucky charm, Major. I'm not letting you go anywhere."

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A/N: Sorry for all the delays on this one. I kept writing into corners, so I'm not 100% pleased on this one. Not sure about another part- let me know if you want to see one!

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Major Mistakes Pt. 1

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f) (no y/n/)

Warning: Cursing (generally a given with me!), sexual situations later maybe, I probably have a rank kink

“…it’s a simple launch and go. Any questions?” Your head snapped back to your Commanding Officer who was keenly aware of your distraction, but he huffed a short laugh as he heard no concerns raised by the group.

You had be running as part of your current flight deck crew for around three years. You had transferred over, hoping for something interesting to happen, but, to date, it was business as usual.

Your crew knew your nonchalance about the job and, for most of them, it put them at ease. You were all in one of the most dangerous jobs in the military- every operation had to be executed perfectly or people were seriously injured or killed. You had lost a few at your previous station. But you kept your cool, never wavering, and acting like everything was as easy as- well, whatever was super easy.

Your CO patted your shoulder as you were jolted back into your current circumstance. You had read the brief and were well aware of what was going on. Some Top Gun mission with their top fliers from the past few years. Your shrugged and took in a deep breath, looking out at the waves as they met the horizon line. It was then that you heard the oh-so familiar sound of chopper blades.

You adjusted the yellow jersey that covered your top and fidgeted with the green helmet perched on your head. You pulled your goggles down from the helmet and looked up towards the new visitors. You shook your head- It was always just the tiniest bit too tight. You stepped back as you saw the CH-46 Chinook come in for landing. You barely flinched as the hard wind hit your face, simply closing your eyes and taking in another breath.

As the huge helicopter landed nearby, you looked over towards your fellow Catapult and Arresting Gear Officer and nodded. You weren’t needed for this landing, but we’re glad to give approval as he helped the flight crew. You saw the Top Gun guests disembark and took your place nearby, saluting the two Admirals that walked by, both clutching their hats at the blades continued to spin above.

By the time the crew of pilots got off the helicopter, the blades had all but come to a standstill and you had popped your goggles off your face, squinting into the bright sunlight. You started to head for the chopper, ready to help with fueling and preparations for takeoff when one of the pilots caught your eye.

You felt everything slow down as your eyes connected and you both slightly slowed your respective walks. He was tall and the green in his flight suit only made his tan stand out even more. You barely saw your reflection on his dark aviators as your eyes traced up to the sandy blond hair that was somehow unbothered from the flight and the exit from the helicopter.

He flashed you a slight smile, a finger pulling down his glasses to give you the slightest peek at his green eyes. You snapped back into reality at their intensity. You ignored the fact that his smile has grown into a smirk. You weren’t sure of his game but, all decked out in your gear, you looked just like anyone else on deck. There was no way he was seeing what you actually looked like.

You quickly returned the smile and then jogged off towards the new aircraft onboard, unsure of the interaction that had just occurred.

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“So how long are they here for?”

Your heard the chatter from the nearby table as some of the deck crew ate their lunches. The question was met by shrugs or mutters of annoyance. You grabbed another cup of coffee and settled into a nearby couch, the uncomfortable material a noticeable reminder that this was not the home furniture you were anticipating.

“I get that it’s need to know, but we have no idea where they’re shipping us out-“ the comment was cut short as a sean of green flight suits entered the mess hall onboard. All heads turned towards the pilots and then immediately back to their food. It was no better than a middle school cafeteria.

You held your perch on the couch, slightly out of the sight line of the Top Gun group. They went and got their lunches and made their way to a table at the opposite end of the room. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, just odd. They weren’t unwelcome, it was just unusual that there was no real indication of how long they would be on board and where you all were going.

The coffee was hot in the styrofoam cup under your fingertips. You looked down at it, the brown water swirling slightly as the steam filtered out. As your eyes flashed back up you were aware of someone’s gaze boring into your skull. You caught the offender quickly- the same green eyes you had seen on the runway. You held his gaze with no emotion and then he did something you weren’t expecting.

He looked away. And he smirked.

He liked the challenge. He liked that you didn’t bat your lashes and turn away (you would bet money you could guess his normal type to pickup in a bar). He liked that you weren’t that easy to push over. And you were absolutely right.

Jake Seresin was thrilled that you held his gaze. He was thrilled that you had caught his eye earlier this morning. He had been scanning the faces of every crew member he saw after than moment, hoping it was you. When he finally spotted you alone, he wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but his heart all but stopped.

In the time that his mind was reeling, the smirk remained on his face and the crew near you got up and headed out. You were very aware that everyone from Top Gun was giving you not so sly looks, trying to figure out what had shut Hangman up. You blinked quickly, trying to clear the fog in your brain and stood up, throwing out the full cup of coffee and heading directly out the side doors.

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You had been working your normal shift on deck- checking in with the fuelers, making sure the blocks were set, triple checking your catapult line. Everything was going smoothly and you were grateful that someone had remembered to bring a radio outside- the music melded perfectly with the sounds of the waves on the metal of the carrier.

Your jersey started to flutter in the wind and you barely noticed the footsteps approaching behind you. You were in the middle of hooking up one of the F-18's to the catapult rig when your hackles went up- someone was in your space. You looked up from your knees and saw the same blond pilot as earlier. Of COURSE this was his plane. He patted the side of it and smirked behind his aviators.

"She's a beaut, isn't she?" He looked down at you and you squinted under your helmet and behind your sunshield. You nodded your helmet and finished your checks. The pilot next to you hadn't moved. You glanced up and saw his nameplate: Seresin. You were glad you at least had a name to report now if he continued this stalking. He looked down at you again.

"Aircraft Signal Officer, right?" He nodded towards your jersey and helmet. You stood shaking your head, fully aware he hadn't recognized you yet.

"Catapult and Arresting Officer." You tapped your helmet, motioning to the three red stripes. He looked at you shocked, not expecting a female voice. You continued.

"I'm the only thing between you and ending up in the ocean," you tilted your head towards the catapult line hooked on the gear of his jet. "I'm also the one who tells you to fly." The pilot nodded and then offered a greeting:

"Lieutenant Jake Seresin," he said, cockily, leaning his forearm against the side of the plane. You smirked.

"It's Major to you, Lieutenant."

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Part Two

A/N: Been gone- needed to do normal life things. Starting this up again- probably just a short series here. I love my high-ranking females (as does our favorite Texan pilot). Also, most of the military set-up is done now- enjoy!

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Entering The Villain Era

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f)

Summary: The one where she can dish more than he can handle. And, oh, does he deserve it.

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking (reader is of age), potentially some suggestive situations in the future (none here).

Part Two

You knew what you were doing. Every step, you felt more eyes snap across the room to you. Each heel-toe placement was precise, definite, and measured. You tossed your hair over your shoulder and felt it snap to the back of your neck. The aviators perched on your nose somehow didn't look out of place inside the room, sun streaming in behind you as the bar's doors closed behind you.

As you stepped up to the counter, you slipped the sunglasses into the back pocket of your jeans, the fabric tight on every curve. Penny immediately walked towards you, smiling. You returned with a nod and not much expression.

"Whatever's on tap, Pen, thanks," you said, your voice quiet as you started to scan the old familiar bar. You saw a variety of eyes dart down when you made contact, hands rubbing necks, awkward starts of conversations breaking the trance you had put the room in. Your hand caught the glass Penny had barely slid across the wet bar top to you without breaking your focus on the room. You reached into your back pocket and pulled out a card, handing it to her.

"No way. It's on the house," Penny said, an almost imperceptible waver to her voice. That caused your eyes to snap back to her, beer in one hand, card outstretched in the other.

"Since when has the house ever paid for anything, Pen?" You countered, leaning towards her and pushing the condensated glass towards her. She put up a hand to gently stop the maneuver.

"It's on me, then," she clarified. You held her gaze and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, slipping the card back into your pocket without a word. You saw the relief pass over her face momentarily and then it was gone. You gave her another nod, picking up the glass and toasting her. She backed away slowly and you took a sip of the cold draft.

As your tongue darted out to lick the foam on your top lip, you spotted a crew of Naval Aviators back near the pool table. You had clocked them as soon as you stepped over the precipice of the door, but you hadn't given them much more than a once-over. Now you studied each face- all of them keenly aware of the predator's lock you had on them.

You heard some cheers and laughs as a new wave wandered into the Hard Deck. You paused your assessment and tossed your eyes over your shoulder, waiting to see the offending parties that had interrupted your recon. You saw more khaki crowd around the bar, yet, they all gave you a wide berth as they flagged down Penny for a variety of drinks.

You felt the slight brush of fabric on your forearm and you looked down at the offending item and realized it was a Hawaiian shirt. Apparently, this one wasn't too conscious of his surroundings. He waved Penny down and she immediately gave you an apologetic look as he looked you up and down, smiling.

"Penny! A round for my friends!" He paused and motioned towards the group near the pool table. You followed his gesture and saw a few of the pilots swallow hard, and one even started staring down at his feet as they caught your glare.

"And one for my new friend here?" The comment pulled you back to the cocksure aviator next to you. You saw Penny freeze, bottles wet and dripping in hand, as he quirked an eyebrow at you expectantly. You looked him from head to toe, fully conscious of the numerous pairs of eyes on you from around the room, but mainly the pool table.

"I'm good."

The statement was low, your voice tense. It left no room for persuasion or opportunity for a conversation. You held up your beer, and turned on your heel, heading towards the back deck. You could've turned and picked the laid back pilot's jaw off the floor if you had stuck around for a second longer. You were well aware of the stares again following you with every calculated step you made out to the back patio.

You side-stepped through the door and sat down in one of the worn, wooden Adirondack chairs. The white paint had been peeling the last time you were here and it certainly hadn't been painted again since then. You sighed and took a sip of your beer, savoring the cool liquid against the stagnant hot air around you. The wind had stopped completely as you stepped outside, which made you smirk in spite of yourself- even the weather was afraid to deal with you today.

"Are you my JTAC?" a low voice directed to you, the body a few chairs not moving to acknowledge you. You sipped you beer, briefly glanced over and then, looking at the ocean waves lapping up the beach in the sunset, responded.

"Yes."

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"No, honestly, you have no idea who that is?" Bob's eyes were about to pop out of his skull at Rooster's lack of knowledge of the woman he just tried to hit on. Phoenix was seething, not enjoying the secondhand embarrassment she was feeling from the younger Bradshaw. The group immediately launched into a lecture for Rooster, talking incredulously over each other.

"She's known for all the recon missions and just being completely insane- like fearless and shit- she just walked into warzones-"

"She's not- she's inhuman. The stories that came out of that mission in '04- her own team just left her and she still-"

"I heard they left her to die somewhere in enemy territory and she just like appeared back at base days lat-"

"She's the most ruthless and terrifying...thing to come out of West Point. She's like, the nightmare of Special Ops and Green Berets an-"

"And Superman?" Rooster laughed incredulously, looking over out the salt-stained windows to catch the back of your head. "She barely looks military..." he commented, inviting the rest of the crew around him to point out exactly how wrong he was. One member of the party had barely spoken since you had walked in the door initially, trying to shrink back behind a wooden post off to the side of the pool table.

"She's a Joint Tactical Attack Controller now," Hangman said quietly, the whole group whipping their heads around to him in unison. He sighed, shifting uncomfortable on the stool he now rested on, a pool cue gripped tightly in his hand. "There's only one reason she's here-" the team stared at him with bated breath, hanging on his words.

"She's here to keep us alive."

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You had finished your beer a few minutes before the man near you spoke again.

"Glad to have you here."

"You must be in major shit if I'm here," you challenged. You tilted your head, pushing some hair behind your ear as you saw him nod. You had been given limited details on this assignment, which wasn't unusual in your previous history, but now seeing the crew you were working with, you understood the lack of information-you were keeping these idiots alive because they couldn't do it themselves.

"Briefing tomorrow, 0800."

"I'm aware Maverick. I'll see you then," you stood up, grabbing the now warm pint glass and stepping inside. You turned to allow a mixed group of civilians and military pass you, heading out onto the patio. As you held the door to let them pass, the group quieting down and muttering a variety of "thank yous" and sheepish nods, you caught his eye.

Truth be told, you knew you had a reputation to upkeep and you had seen him the second you walked in the door. It had been years, but it could've been lifetimes since the last time you saw him. Your stare bored through his green irises and he was the first to drop your glare. You continued your lock on him until the last giggling girl quickly darted past you out the door. You tore your eyes away from him and retraced every calculated step back out the front of the room, the pint glass delicately placed as you passed the bar.

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"What the hell was that?" Fanboy looked at the door you had just exited and back to Hangman, his eyes still staring at his shoes, both hands resting on the pool cue.

"Hangman, come on man, do you know her or something?" Phoenix hated Jake's cocky, better-than-everyone pilot attitude, but she had never seen him this quiet. The other pilots looked nervously at each other.

"Maybe a mission with her?" Bob piped up from his seat in the corner, the dismay clearly written all over his clean-shaven face. Jake just sighed and shook his head, handing the pool cue to Rooster, the only one in the group who hadn't realized the gravity of the situation. Hangman started for the front doors, deciding that he had given you enough time to get out of the parking lot.

"No, I knew her before...before everything," he said, his voice low, eyes unwilling to meet anyone's around him. Phoenix shot a look of disbelief at Fanboy and Bob started to nervously chew on his lip, fiddling with the beer bottle in his hands. Hangman sighed, his shoulders incredibly heavy with the weight of what was going to happen tomorrow when he actually had to face you.

"We....we-" he struggled, biting hard on the toothpick that was perched in his mouth. He shook his head and then walked for the doors, leaving the group in complete disbelief. No one dared breathe a word or even shift slightly until the door closed. The collective release of stress made the group start tittering to each other right away, Rooster starting the conversation:

"Are you telling me that Hangman dated the scariest mythological creature in the U.S. Navy?"

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Tag list for this one is open if people want :)

Part Two

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Major Mistakes pt. 2

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f) (no y/n)

Warning: Cursing (generally a given with me!), sexual situations later maybe, innuendos, I probably have a rank kink

Part 1

"Ah, fuck." Jake's hand immediately rushed up to his neck. He was both upset for being put in his place by a higher ranking officer and incredibly turned on by the officer in front of him. You recognized the look- most pilots, in your experience, were just like this young lieutenant. You smirked.

"I believe you were aiming for a salute, weren't you?"

Jake froze completely, unsure if you were serious or not. The hand on the back of his neck started to make it's way back down to his side, but when he locked into your steeled gaze, he brought it around to his front, giving you a wary salute.

You smirked, greatly enjoying the winning powerplay, especially as you saw the other Top Gun pilots start to make their way over- no doubt to also check on their planes. Two pilots in the front stopped and the group practically fell on itself as they saw the scene you had created on the carrier's deck.

"At ease, Lieutenant," you didn't give him the satisfaction of a salute back. He noticed and nodded, his arm stiffly coming down to his side. You nodded towards the group, still gawking.

"Looks like your friends have come to play..." you drawled and you saw a slight tinge of embarrassment dust his cheeks. He took a step back from you.

"No ma'am, only me," he barely muttered out and you pretended to ignore him, but you did feel the words blip in your stomach.

"Well, if they need anything- ask for Shooter," you tilted your head, finally giving Jake something to identify you by besides your rank. He nodded and practically fell over himself to get back to his crew. You smirked, enjoying the boyishness combined with audacity. Pilots weren't usually your type- hell, you weren't entirely sure of your type, but this could be an interesting....well, whatever it was.

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You walked down a hallway that was always just a little too tight for your liking. You steadied your breath- you always enjoyed being on deck rather than below- more air, more space, more reliability. Down here you lost all bearings if you weren't paying attention.

And, speak of the devil, you were lost in your semi-focused thoughts that you didn't see the aviator directly in front of you. He turned around with a shit-eating grin and was about to say something that would no-doubt elicit an eye rolly from you, but you beat him to the punch.

"We have to stop meeting like this, Lieutenant," you commented cooly, watching his mouth snap shut. "I'm going to start thinking that you just keep trying to catch me alone. And that," you bit the inside of your cheek and raised your eyebrows, "would be inappropriate."

There was that scattered blush again. Even in the golden glow of the hallway, you saw the tips of his ears start to turn red as well. You couldn't help the swell in your chest- enjoying making the pilot squirm a bit.

"I-I.." he paused and cleared his throat, finally meeting your gaze. "I got turned around down here," he said quietly, his voice full of earnest honesty, which was a pleasant surprise. You nodded knowingly and pointed past him to the turn behind the pair of you. He let out an empty laugh and stepped back, allowing you to cross past him and lead the way.

He held his hand out in a mock "after you" gesture and you rolled your eyes, stepping just a bit closer than you needed to as you passed his tall frame. You felt your chest barely graze his and you could've sworn that he could hear your heartbeat reverberating against your chest cavity. You felt the heat rise up your neck as he gently placed a hand on your back to guide you past him and it felt like it was pure fire against the small of your back.

What you had failed to notice in your pass was how flustered Jake had become. His cheeks were now fully-red (something he would forever deny), but all he could hear in his ears were the pounding of the blood rushing. His brain froze and every nerve in his being felt raw and on fire in the best way possible. He wasn't conscious that he had his hand resting on your back- it was an automatic gentlemanly response.....

right?

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After a bit longer than you had intended, you finally had figured out where they were bunking the visiting aviators. Jake hadn't been incredibly helpful with the location, groaning that every hallway looked the same. You laughed and quipped about how he must be consistently lost in the barracks. You noticed he laughed a bit harder than the joke called for, but appreciated the enthusiasm nonetheless.

"So where are you from here?"

The question came out a bit bolder than Jake had intended, and when he saw the glower of disapproval cross your face he started to run the question over in his head. When he heard the tone of innuendo he shook his head.

"Sorry, I meant, where is everyone else's bunks? We noticed no one was really around us over here," he gestured to the room behind him and you nodded slowly, not sure if you should take the bait. The honesty flickered again in his eyes and you decided it was truly just a poorly worded question.

"Rest of the crew is on the port-side, decks 3, 4, and 5. Officers are deck 2, starboard," you nodded, making sure you had indeed given the right locations. "But you'll mostly find my crew on deck if you need us." Jake nodded and started to open his door. You heard a snarky laugh from behind the door.

"Jesus Hangman- we thought you had gone overboard!"

"Figured that Major had had enough of your shit."

"Yeah- what's her deal? Any idea on a name or something to run with?"

If Jake could have crawled into his own skin and disappeared in that moment, he would have. His frame blocked you from their view and you realized that though the cockiness had initially gotten your attention, the man in front of you wasn't trying to show off to his friends or get another conquest. It was just straight attraction. You gave him a wink, happily answering the previously asked question.

"Shooter," your voice sucked all the air out of the room as you appeared from around Jake's back. "If you ask for Shooter," you clarified, "they'll know where to find me." You were met with dumb nods and a harsh swallow from the moustached pilot on the bottome bunk.

"Well, if that's all. Have a good night, boys."

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"You want to tell me why every time I look up I see you flirting with a Navy Pilot?" Your commanding officer was unamused as he sat next to you the next morning, coffee in hand. You shrugged.

"You just look up at all the wrong times, apparently..." you shot him a knowing smirk and he laughed, starting to eat his breakfast.

"Don't do something stupid, okay? I'm not filling out any change orders- I'll just toss you overboard." The threat was nonexistent, but the sentiment was understood. You nodded sipping your own coffee. He had always been like an older brother to you, but you knew it was because he didn't want to bring in another launching officer- they were a pain to train with a new crew.

Your eyes travelled over to the few green jumpsuits a few tables in front of you. Jake (or "Hangman" as you had learned his callsign last night) was laughing with two of the men you recognized from his room the night before. He tossed you a quick glance and you felt the knot in your stomach again. Not wanting to bring attention to his preoccupation, he remained in the conversation, shooting you small looks now and again throughout breakfast.

"They launch in two days, lovebird."

You rolled your eyes at you CO and snorted, finishing your breakfast and coffee and heading for the doors. He laughed and slapped you on the shoulder.

"I'm gonna go launch something," you said loudly, sure than the pilots heard you, "Gotta get away from all this damn testosterone."

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Part 3

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Entering the Villain Era pt. 10 (fin.)

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f)

Summary: The one where she can dish more than he can handle. And, oh, does he deserve it.

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking (reader is of age), suggestive situation. A very emotionally aware reader and a whipped Hangman.

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five. Part Six

Part Seven. Part Eight Part Nine

"I can't believe the Admiral is retiring." Fanboy pulled at his dress whites uncomfortably. Phoenix rolled her eyes and adjusted her skirt.

"Yes, you can. We all thought Maverick had done him in with this stunt," she nodded out towards the rest of the mission team that was mingling nearby. Fanboy shrugged and made his ways towards Bob and Coyote with the female pilot in-two behind him. "I'm honestly surprised it only took eight months for him to get out."

"Any sign of Rooster yet?" he asked as he stood next to Yale, getting nothing but headshakes and shrugs. He laughed and nodded, downing his drink. "Wait, what about Hang-"

If only summoning the devil was that easy. Before Fanboy could finish his sentence, a new energy fell over the room and the newly reunited mission crew turned towards the entrance of the large ballroom. Collectively, they all held a breath without realizing it.

In walked Lieutenant Jake Seresin. No surprise there. What was a surprise was the woman on his arm decidedly not in uniform. Phoenix and Bob slowly turned to each other, confused looks exchanged as the rest of the group's collective brains wracked their memory trying to place the woman. Hangman smiled politely as he saluted the guest of honor and then introduced the woman next to him. She offered her hand and shook her head smiling when he went to salute her.

"What'd I mi-holy fuck, who's the smokeshow with Hangman?" Rooster seemingly had appeared out of the pale green and cream wallpaper. His appearance shook the group's collective focus and they all turned to each other trying to get answers.

"I mean, has anybody seen him since we wrapped up everything?" Rooster was met with multiple headshakes- no one had seen him after the final night of the mission. He had effectively disappeared, his base housing empty, his car gone, any trance of Hangman was erased. Rooster ran a hand through his curls and looked up again and caught the eye of the woman who was now being introduced to a long line of admirals and their wives.

Rooster's blood ran completely cold. He felt like a wormhole had engulfed him entirely. He knew that stare.

"Then I'll start fucking talking."

"I've clocked every decision you've made in the last 144 hours."

"Let's get those motherfuckers."

The words echoed in his head and the look that crossed his face was keenly observed by the rest of the pilots. They turned and looked at you, making a decent spectacle of themselves. The woman dropped her smile and raised and eyebrow, amused, but also slightly disappointed.

"Oh my fucking god."

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You held Rooster's stare from across the room, mentally ticking every second it took him to put all the puzzle pieces together. Jake had your arm tucked into the crook of his elbow as he shared pleasantries and introductions with a variety of officers, most of which you had met at some point or another.

When the realization dawned on Rooster ("..a whole 38 seconds. He's slipping.") you watched necks practically snap as the rest of the crew turned to see you. You calmly and smoothly turned back to Admiral Bates, a smirk plastered on your face. Jake had taken a step slightly closer to you, but did not move his hand to your back. He stood rigidly, very conscious about your rules for the event.

"So, do you miss it yet?" Your ears perked back, turning to see Admiral Simpson walk up to your right. You gave him a polite smile.

"Every day, sir," he laughed, "But I've heard of this thing called a 'vacation'" you waggled an eyebrow and earned another laugh from the pair in front of you, "and I'm looking forward to figuring out what that is. Hopefully a break will do me good." Simpson nodded.

"You've certainly earned it," he said, smiling and taking your hand, encompassing it with both his palms. "Congratulations." You nodded and squeezed his hand. As Admiral Cain appeared at the group, Jake bowed out and took his leave. Bates gave you a quirked eyebrow and you laughed.

"Just an escort for the evening. Wasn't sure they'd let me in to this shindig," you chuckled at the comment and it was reciprocated. Cain patted your shoulder.

"I know this is supposed to be about me," he gestured to everything around him, "but enjoy this as a resignation party." He gave you a wink when you nodded and laughed, "besides, this was mostly for my missus." You and three powerful men turned to see Mrs. Cain fussing with some decorations and then waving joyfully over to her husband.

"Maybe we can vacation together," he smirked and you and Bates laughed, Cain slightly unsure of the inside joke he had just stumbled upon. You shook your head and held up a hand.

"I'm not even sure what a vacation is," you explained, "but if I figure it out, I'll let you know."

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Hangman made his way towards the bar, very conscious of the stares that were boring into the back of his head as he ordered his drink. He sipped it and tipped the bartender, giving her his signature smile. He turned turned around, leaning his elbows and back against the cool marble top. He looked at the group and held his rocks glass up, toasting them in the most aggravating way possible.

Phoenix rolled her eyes and stalked towards the egotistical pilot at the bar and practically dragged him over to the group that was slowly making their way out the side doors onto the large stone balcony. You glanced over when Simpson commented "I think your escort was just absconded with." You shrugged and picked up your drink from the waiter that appeared nearby.

"Wouldn't be the first time."

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"HOW. Just. Fucking. HOW."

Phoenix's voice was louder than the rest of the group, the volume getting decently loud outside as the smirk glued on Hangman's face just spurred on the frustration. He sipped his drink, savoring the slight burn of the liquor as it provided a nice balance to the absolutely delightful scene in front of him.

"It's some weird sex thing. You're like her puppy," Rooster groaned and Hangman rolled his eyes, still refusing to say anything.

"Mind control," Bob said quietly, earning a nod from both Coyote and Payback. Fanboy hadn't been able to close his mouth all the way since he had figured out who the woman was on Hangman's arm. Hangman took in a deep breath, almost as if he was dragging on a long cigar and let it out slowly, fully enjoying all the attention on his for a change.

"It's-"

"Lieutenant Seresin."

The surprise interruption caused a few of the pilots to jump. jake looked to the sky and closed his eyes, knowing you would pull a stunt like this. "No labels." You had both agreed that you would figure this out when you figured it out. Until then, it was no one's business. Tonight you were just in need of an escort onto the event and he happened to have the credentials to get you there.

Well, that was the bullshit you were telling yourselves.

He straightened up and smiled as he turned towards you, drink coming to rest near his hip. You stared at him cooly, trying desperately to ignore the prying stares of the rest of the group.

"Yes, ma'am," he quipped, giving you an absolutely sinful look that only you could see. You felt you that familiar pull in your stomach as you cleared your throat quietly and held his gaze.

"Just needed you to move away from the doors, " your gaze travelled up and down him and then to the rest of the group. Captain Mitchell is here and he's looking for all of you. So, instead of gossiping, shall we?" You held the door open and felt the deja vu from the carrier almost a year prior when you had stumbled into a conversation also about you and Hangman.

Jake gave you a look, popping a toothpick into his mouth as he strode past you bringing up the rear of the group now beelining it over to Maverick. You leaned against the nearby wall watching the interaction with a surprising amount of fondness.

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"It's from the gentleman at the end of the bar." You looked up from your seat at the hotel bar, ready to go postal if necessary. When your eyes met Maverick's, you smiled and motioned him over. Jake had long ago disappeared with the rest of the crew to go find booze and food, and probably a darts board.

"It feels like a crime to see you like this, " he commented, laughing, as he sat down. You motioned to yourself, clearly showing off the perfectly tailored dress.

"Is red not my color, Captain Mitchell?" You teased and sipped your drink. He closed his eyes laughing and staring ahead at the illuminated bottles of liquor on the back wall of the bar. You kept your eyes trained on his face.

"I swear to god, you're even giving me some thoughts," he shook his head, pulling his eyes from the bottles to his drink. You laughed and hit his arm.

"I promise you Mav, it's still the bitch you had to work with," you both chuckled. "I just clean up a little better when it's not government issue. Who knew?" You smiled and he turned, offering his glass. There was a loud clink as you met his drink and then took a sip, the burn barely felt after the party and, honestly, your tolerance.

"So when's he back?" you gave Maverick a faux quizzical look and he bought none of it. "Hangman. You're here together," he stated, matter-of-factly. You nodded.

"He's off on another mission in two months. Then back here- Simpson says I can have a job here, civilian or not," you shrugged, "Not sure what else I'm good at, but it's a nice back up. Maybe I'll bartend for Penny...." you winked and earned a terrified laugh from the veteran pilot on your right.

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The group that stumbled through the doors of the elegant hotel made for quite a scene. They had all changed out of their uniforms, but shirts were wet and wrinkled, jeans with spots of drinks, stamps on backs of hands and wrists. You and Maverick looked up.

"It's 11pm. They're old," you joked and earned a nod of agreement.

"Yours seems to be missing..."

"No, sir," came the reply behind you and you felt your heart speed up as Jake's hand landed on your shoulder. "Thank you for keeping her company," he said, his accent a bit thicker after some whiskey, no doubt. Maverick smirked and gave you a wink as he headed towards the other elevators, hoping to get some rest away from the drunk horde that had just stumbled in.

"Can I escort you up to your room?" Jake asked, his body now close enough that his smell engulfed you entirely. You closed your eyes and then, taking a deep breath of him nodded. You followed in Maverick's footsteps towards the elevators across from the lobby where the other aviators waited. You knew their eyes were on you, the hairs on your arms standing up out of habit. Jake's hand was on your lower back, but as the ding of the doors sounded and they opened, you felt it slip lower, giving his crewmates a bit of a show.

Once the elevator doors closed, you were pulled together stronger than magnets. You hands were in Jake's hair and he hoisted you up, grateful for the bar halfway up the back wall of the elevator. He propped you there, his legs quickly standing between your legs. You could practically hear Jake's mental cheers at the two slits in the dress, which made this maneuver possible and incredibly sexy.

His lips were all over you, his hands following suit. You brain had gone completely blank of anything except the man in front of you. The last few months had been difficult and full of cerebral soul searching and trauma dumping, but you knew that this was the final piece. You had faced your old life, Jake had respected your rules, and now you could finally molt into the new phase of your life.

You were shaken from the thoughts of only Jake when the elevator dinged again and the doors opened up to your floor. Jake looked at you and then, with no hesitation, scooped you up over his shoulder, your ass in the air. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted to do this since I saw you the first night at the Hard Deck," he groaned, a well-placed smack hitting your ass. You let out a surprised laugh and jake found the key in his pocket, quickly opening the door and carrying you inside, practically throwing you on the bed.

"Oh my god this dress," he sounded almost feral, the Texan drawl incredibly apparent now; you smirked. "Oh fuck, it's going to look so pretty on the floor." You opened your mouth to protest, but Jake was already capturing his lips in yours, kissing you like it was oxygen ad his hands started to undo and tug the dress of your body. You helped him as you pulled at his t-shirt and the buttons on his jeans.

"If they haven't figured it out yet," he said between kissing your lips and leaving marks on your neck, "they're going to figure it out tonight." And that was a promise that Jake did indeed keep.

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The next morning in the small bar you had been in the night before, you sipped your coffee, Jake seated across from you looking at the paper. You smirked as you saw the hungover and exhausted pilots stumble out of the elevator. You smirked and nodded to them as Jake gave a wave. The group made their way towards the two of you, ordering coffee and talking to Jake as he promised to text when he was back stateside and then started making plans with Coyote and Payback to go shooting sometime.

You looked at your coffee, happy that most of the awkwardness had subsided. You looked up and caught Rooster's eyes. He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck; you were keenly aware that he had either seen and/or heard you last night.

"Ma'am, will you be joining Hangman when he comes back around?"

The room felt as if all the air had been sucked out. No one had dared speak to you. Slowly, everyone looked at you. You took in a breath, placing the small coffee cup down on its saucer.

"I will be, Bradley." you paused, "If that's okay?"

Rooster couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face. "Yes, ma'am. As long as you keep him in line," he added as an afterthought, the laugh he earned breaking up the last bit of tension in the group. You smiled at Jake and took another sip of coffee, savoring it as conversations continued around you. This was certainly something you had not seen as the end of your era, but it wasn't a bad transition you decided.

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A/N: That's all folks. This one was HARD to wrap up and it went different than I thought, but I think we all need some fluffy Hangman, right? :) thanks to all those who commented, shared, and liked this story! It means the world!! Send any idea or requests to the inbox, as always! xoxo

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Entering the Villain Era pt. 5

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f)

Summary: The one where she can dish more than he can handle. And, oh, does he deserve it.

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking (reader is of age), potentially some suggestive situations in the future (none here). Little bit less angst this time! Woo!

Part One Part Two. Part Three. Part Four

"How long you gonna punish the poor guy?" The stool next to you scraped as Maverick pulled it out, inviting himself to the vacant spot near you. Training today had been rough for everyone- Rooster and Hangman had gotten into a fight, Maverick had lost his cool, and you had almost flown off the handle again. You shrugged and sipped your drink, the small rocks glass not offering as much comfort as you had hoped. Maverick sighed and shook his head, turning down a drink from Penny.

"He knows he screwed up. Hell, everyone knows he screwed up," you let out a short laugh that came out more as a bark, your eyes glaring down the pilot in question at a table furthest from you. You grip had grown tight around the glass, the condensation dripping down the side of your palm.

"Maybe," Maverick chanced and you rolled your eyes, "no, maybe he needs to meet this new you." You tore your eyes off of Hangman and glared at Maverick. He shrugged nonchalantly, standing up from the stool, it scraping again loudly against the floor.

"You've got awfully strong feelings for someone and I don't think they're all hate."

You muttered a "fuck you" at the pilot as he walked away, hands in the air and a smirk on his face. You shook your head, trying to physically rid the idea from your brain, too afraid that your toppled wall of protection hadn't fully been rebuilt since Jake's-Hangman's- rainfall confession. You looked at the melting ice cubes in your drink and took another swing, your eyes coming up as the glass went down to the bar top.

He met your glance. You saw a variety things swimming in his eyes: embarrassment, pain, confusion, and hope. The last one took you back a bit. You had thought you were successful in depleting that man of any level of hope after your last run in.

Jake watched your eyes scan over his and he saw the brief moment of confusion flicker in your gaze. He pulled the toothpick out of his teeth and bit his bottom lip, unsure of exactly what you were deducing about him and your situation. Fanboy immediately cracked a joke and pulled Jake back to the conversation, his eyes flitting up shortly after to catch your again. The small nod of acknowledgement was the last thing he expected from you today- especially with how terrible training had been. He nodded back and couldn't help the slight smile that took over his lips.

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You had been at the bar for a few hours and were more than a few drinks in- finally starting to feel the numbing liquid take over. You didn't get drunk anymore, you just needed to freeze out some of the shit floating in your head, namely the emotional crap you didn't want to fight with anymore.

Fight with anymore.

You kept running the phrase over and over in your head. You realized it was true- you didn't want to fight with Jake. You didn't want to feel the pain of it. You didn't know what was going to make you better or happy or whatever but you knew it wasn't fighting.

You sighed, angry that your logical side had missed this. You loved a good fight, you felt comfortable in any type of combat. This? This was an emotional landmine zone, and every step was an IED. You sighed and waved Penny over, getting your bill. She shook her head. "Taken care of" she mouthed. You gave her a quizzical look and then looked over to the pool table and saw Jake staring at you, waiting seemingly forever for you to notice. You quirked an eyebrow in thanks and then scooted the stool out, heading for the front door.

You knew Jake was behind you as you started to strut across the bar. Once outside you could smell his cologne and you immediately were thrown back years, memories flooding back in as you slowly made your way across the parking lot, your steps much less methodical now.

"I was drunk! I swear to you it didn't mean anything, okay? Besides, if you had come, you'd know it was nothing! You can ask any of them." His voice was tight and pleading. The two of you had just gotten over the initial issue in your relationship: that Jake couldn't keep it in his pants, so the timing of this incident was the last thing he wanted.

"Baby please-" he pleaded and you held the phone away from your ear, tearing falling down your cheeks, "PLEASE." He knew you wouldn't respond. He also knew you wouldn't do anything, and yet, he did feel bad for the situation. You had finally found the nerve to stand up to him and confront him about the waitress and how you would leave. Neither of you believed the hollow words, but he was attracted to the young woman in front of him who stood up and fought against him, who yelled at him and called him out for his shitty behavior.

You were silent on the phone until you finally muttered a "Goodbye, Jake." and he knew that was the end of the phone call and nothing else. He slammed the receiver down, rolling his eyes in frustration that the woman who had fought before was so defeated she couldn't even yell at him. It was like you were empty and thought you deserved the neglect.

You hadn't realized you had just about walked into your car, completely distracted by the memory flooding into all your senses. You had thought you deserved the treatment Jake gave- and that was truly the root of the problem, not the man himself. You turned and noticed the man in question was about five feet in front of you. You looked him up and down and took in a controlled breath through your nose, silencing your thoughts and locking eyes with him.

"I don't bite, you know."

He let out a small, half-hearted chuckle, "that's not what I heard."

You groaned and rolled your eyes, a smile appearing and disappearing instantly on your lips. "Can we talk?" Jake nodded and looked from you to your car. You reaching in your pocket pulling out the key fob and unlocking it, leaving him to the passenger side door. You settled in, grateful you had left the windows cracked to allow in the cool seabreeze that was floating off the water a ways off.

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"How long have they been out there?"

Rooster looked down at his watch, "At least two hours."

Phoenix let out a frustrated groan. "If she's going to eat him alive, the least she can do is stop toying with him, it's just cruel." Bob looked at her terrified, "Not literally, but if she's going to destroy his career or whatever villain-level shit she does to people, I'd want her to just get it over with." Fanboy and Coyote nodded in agreement.

"Did we ever figure out what happened with those two?" Rooster asked, looked down again at his watch. He was met with silence and headshakes. "Damn, cuz I'm not sure if we're dealing with military shit or if he pissed off the Queen of the Underworld and she's here to take her revenge," Rooster chuckled to himself, but the underlying question remained true.

"When do we call in the special ops?" Yale quipped, causing a few laughs as they all stepped away from the window facing the darkening parking lot.

"I think she is the special ops."

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The next morning you woke up to your alarm, entirely unusual for you. You felt a bit dehydrated from the alcohol the night before, but were grateful to have staved off the hangover you thought would be coming. You washed your face in the small sink and took in a deep breath. Your conversation with Jake flooded back in, pieces overlapping each other as you tried to get a handle on everything.

You had wanted to call a truce. You couldn't keep icing him out at this level because it was starting to interfere with your ability to do the job. Jake agreed- he didn't want to impede your focus on this mission. He wanted to apologize again and ask if you wanted him out of the program. You vividly remember shaking your head.

"It's not that. I just-I wanted to hate you and I hate that I don't," you admitted openly, feeling your heart almost burst out of your chest. "I don't do this emotional shit anymore. In fact, I don't do a lot of things I used to do."

"I know," he quickly interrupted, nodding and eyes pleading with you to keep going. You took in a deep breath, clearing your throat and biting the inside of your cheek.

"I don't know who that person is that you met all those years ag-"

"And I don't know who I was either. I fucked up so bad, I am so sorry and I-"

You held up a hand. "Jake, I swear to god, if you don't let me get through this, I will leave you in this parking lot." You gave him a glare with a bit more intensity than intended, and he closed his mouth, looking up at the ceiling of your car, embarrassed and frustrated.

"Look. We've grown up a lot since then. So, let's try this again." You held out a hand to him and he quickly wrapped his fingers around your palm.

"To starting over?" he asked, hesitantly.

You nodded, "To starting over."

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Part Six

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The Grave You Dug

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (no y/n)

Warnings: So much angst. SO. SO. Much. Swearing.

Synopsis: You catch Jake in a situation out of something beyond your worst nightmares.

A/N: This one's been festering a bit. Partially inspired by "My Heart's Grave" by Faouzia (amazing song.) If you're like me, I want the angst to really really hurt. Enjoy?

No one had warned you about this. Every song, every poem, every book, hell, every person had lied.

Your head will be swimming.

You'll feel so upset.

You'll feel like you can't think straight.

You felt another calm breath enter into your lungs as you were keenly aware of every single raindrop that had the audacity to collide with your exposed skin. You weren't upset. You weren't "swimming" in anything. You were thinking clearer than ever.

You'll feel empty, like something is missing.

You felt the smell of the ocean permeate your nose as you took in another breath and decided to walk through the door. Your boots brought droplets in with them as they solidly struck the offensive linoleum tiling. You steeled your eyes dead ahead, hyper-aware of the stares from faceless onlookers nearby.

It's okay to not be okay.

The intrusive thoughts vanished with every determine step towards your room. The temporary barrack housing was not ideal, especially since you weren't in Top Gun anymore. But that made all this more poignant. You weren't in training, yet he was still here and he was the one behind all this.

Time will make it better...

You shook away the droplets that were running down the tendrils that had escaped your perfectly coiffed bun. Each step brought you closer and closer to the intrusive animalistic noises behind a closed, but not locked, door. You clearly made out the high pitched, squeaky and intoxicated giggle and heard a gruff laugh become more distinctive as you got closer. Clearly, you knew exactly the situation you were about to interrupt.

Your feet stilled outside the door and the air surrounding became too hot, too still, and too tense. You banged decisively on the door. All noises beyond the door ceased immediately with a pointed "shh...just shut up okay?" You were biting the inside of your cheek, eyes finally dropping their hardness, but it was only seen by the unforgiving wood door directly in front of you. As the handle turned, the mask went back up.

Stood in front of you was the tall, toned Texan, awkwardly pulling up his grey sweatpants and fumbling a hand through his messy hair. His chest heaved from both the extra curricular activities and the mad dash to the door. You looked thoroughly unimpressed ashe failed to grasp the seriousness of the situation.

"Seresin," you stated. It wasn't much of a greeting, but you were not in the mood for pleasantries or a show as the pilots around you started to crane their necks to hear the ass-chewing that you were about to give the cocky aviator. He simply nodded, acknowledging your presence and the unusual use of his last name, rather than a call sign or "Jake".

"I'm going to guess that you were a bit too...preoccupied...." you made eye contact with the tag chaser sitting on your wingman's unmade bed. "To remember you had expectations on you this evening." You watched as the tequila in his system suddenly stopped clouding his brain and the wheels started turning. Everything clicked into place as you waited as patiently as you could. When that ran out, you leaned forward and pulled the phone out of the breast pocket of his uniform.

The look that crossed his tanned features could be described as nothing more than sheepish. The man in front of you, acting like a spoiled teenager, was not only your pilot, but also your significant other. This was not the first time you had caught him in an act like this, but never on a mission, and never with you assigned to the same mission- that was a hard and fast rule you had agreed on. It had never gone beyond flirting and a drunken makeout. This was clearly more.

As you pocketed your phone that you had just retrieved, something jolted him to start functioning again. You could hear the whispers clearly behind you as everyone else on the strike team started to put the pieces together. You caught the uncomfortable cough by the jet bunny as she shifted on the bed, trying to pull down impossibly short jean cutoffs.

"Oh fuck, I am," he swallowed harshly and reached out to grab your forearms, you didn't move. "So sorry. Fuck, shit. I came back to grab the phone and then I went to swing by the bar and. Fuck, I- fuck." The words tumbled out in a jumbled mess. You jaw tensed but you willed it to relax and stepped back, his hands forced to release your wet arms. He suddenly realised you were soaked to the bone.

"Did you walk back? Oh Jesus Christ, baby, I would've come to get you. Anyone would have, I'm so sorry! I didn't-"

You held up the newly acquired phone, waggling it back and forth. His mouth shut with a snap, remembering everything.

"You drove. You had my phone. You left." The final comment could have been accusatory, but it was simply factual. You could feel the emptiness starting to take over. It was one thing for him to fool around with some girl. It was another thing entirely for him to a.) stand you up at dinner b.) choose another woman over you while you waited for him c.) leave you no option but to walk the five miles back to base in a torrential downpour. The level of pissed you were sitting at was starting to rise, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Find a new WSO. I'm done." You turned on your heel and started towards your room, a corridor over. He reached out to grab you, but you easily swung your arm out of his reach.

"Find yourself a new girlfriend while you're at it."

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You had requested a transfer the next morning to be dropped from the mission. Maverick had fought with you, but you were set and Admiral Simpson understood (though he did quirk an eyebrow at "personnel reasons" as the rationale for your immediate exit). You were packed before everyone returned after a day of training and dogfighting.

You'll feel a sting every time you think about them.

You thought something was broken in you. You felt nothing. Your heart had stopped beating. You knew over time this ache would stop, but the emptiness wouldn't ever leave. And there wasn't enough time to feel okay- that opportunity had left a long time ago.

You felt as if your heart had just turned to ash and you had laid down in the grave Jake Seresin had dug for you. You shouldered your pack and headed out the doors, beelining for your car. You felt the eyes on the back of your head, you knew you had his (and everyone else's) attention.

Your hard exterior remained as you met his eyes across the parking lot and the tarmac. He slowly blinked and you could see him wordlessly pleading with you. It was then you felt the dam break and all the anger, hatred, and hurt flooded into your eyes. You saw Jake physically step back as you bored holes into his eyes. If this was up to you, this would be the last image he kept of you.

You'll feel like your heart stopped beating.

That was the only piece of consolation that had made sense. Everything had broked around you, all the plans, all the expectations, but not you. You continued to refuse the ache threatening to take over in your gut. You also ignored the bit of relief as you realized you were completely free from all the bullshit.

He dropped eye contact first and you revelled a bit in the small victory. You got into your car, closed the door and buckled your seatbelt, quickly putting a key into the ignition and listening as the engine turned over. You drove off base without looking back.

As you hit the freeway, everything unraveled as a sob escaped your pursed lips, tears now streaking down your cheeks of their own accord. Maybe they hadn't lied. Maybe you were in your own personal hell until it all healed. Maybe time would heal this, but it felt like time had officially run out.

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Entering the Villain Era pt. 9

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f)

Summary: The one where she can dish more than he can handle. And, oh, does he deserve it.

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking (reader is of age), potentially some suggestive situations. A very emotionally aware reader and a whipped Hangman.

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five. Part Six

Part Seven. Part Eight

You rolled over, stretching your sleepy limbs above your head as you yawned. The sun was just barely starting to peek through your blinds. You settled back under the covers, enjoying you official first day off. You couldn’t remember a time when you were able to sleep in, no mission on the horizon. It was a foreign feeling, but it also felt nice.

You snagged your watch off your nightstand and the little numbers blinked back at you. 7:02. You sighed, setting it back down and readjusting your position on the pillow. You turned to your other side and found nothing but an empty bed. You smiled, remembering how things played out last night after Jake’s confession.

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“I want you, ma’am.”

You looked at him stunned. You were not ready to have this conversation. The ambiguity of this…thing… you had with Jake was just how you liked it- you were in control of what happened, you got to pick in the ‘will they, won’t they?’, you held the power in the situation. You realized in that moment that this was the validation you had really been hunting for. You got some of it from the reputation you had earned on the missions you obliterated. You got some of it being a force to be reckoned with wherever you went- needing no introduction. You thought some of it was the completion of impossible tasks.

You thought wrong.

You had been craving the revenge power you were finally feeling in this moment with the man who destroyed your heart beyond repair. You had made comments after it happened that there was nothing left- like a window that had been shattered in a break-in. Nothing but sharp slivers to slice yourself on and then, nothingness.

“Jake, I-“ you started and his head dropped, his hands coming down to land on your hips. You looked up at the aviator and saw the boy you had fallen in love with all those years ago. His green eyes pleaded with you for a chance. He knew he couldn’t apologize. He knew he couldn’t fix everything. He also knew, in that moment, he couldn’t live without you.

You sighed and leaned your forehead against his tilted one, slightly shaking your head. Your arms remained by your side, unsure of how to handle the two wolves fighting inside you- the power hungry one wanted him to suffer, wanted you to justify revenge; the broken one wanted forgiveness, to give him another chance. You knew which option led to less pain for you. You took a deep breath and pulled back a bit, your eyes reconnecting.

“We do this right. Or you will never see me again, understood?” Jake was nodding before you had finished your sentence. It wasn’t an ultimatum, it wasn’t a threat- it was a promise. He gave you a grin, no cockiness in sight, just relief. You gave him a small smile, then placed two hands on his chest.

“Doing this right does not include a make-out session in a parking lot,” you said firmly, a slight crinkle appearing in the lines near your eyes. Jake let out a laugh that was more a release of nervous energy than anything. He nodded and stepped back, his hands finding their way back to his pockets.

“Then we’ll do this right,” he confirmed, the swagger of a naval aviator sterling to sink back in. You rolled your eyes- the bravado was never far with this one. “Can I see you tomorrow?” The innocent question from the man in front of you was enough to bring you to your knees. Feeling the last bit of the ice around you melt, you nodded (not sure you could trust your words at this point). He smiled and took your hand in his, his lips brushing your knuckles as he brought it up to his face.

“Then, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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You couldn’t remember a time you had slept that well in years. You knew, deep, DEEP down, that it was the relief you felt finally having given a roadmap to the 'relationship' between you and Jake. You, however, were content to blame the new melatonin pills you had picked up recently. You snickered into your mug as you stepped out onto the small back porch (if you could call the concrete slab that), and sat down on a lawn chair. Your coffee was finally starting to kick in as you took in a deep breath, enjoying the sunrise, the birds, the fact that you finally felt free from everything.

Your evolutionary discovery was cut short when you heard your phone ringing inside. It was still early, so you quickly made your way in, worried about an emergency. Jake’s name was on the caller ID. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in and answered his call.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Came the slightly panicked voice on the other end of the line. You chuckled.

“Hi, good morning," you started, laughing, "No, I’ve been up for a bit.” You heard the tension in his voice instantly dissipate with your admission. “What’s going on?” You asked, more sternly when he didn’t immediately respond.

“I couldn’t-“ he paused, something clearly on his mind and bothering him. He took in a shallow breath and swallowed. “I couldn’t sleep last night," he started shakily. You put your phone on speaker, crawling on top of your unmade bed, coffee still in hand as he continued.

“I couldn’t sleep last night not knowing about us. All I could think of was every worst case scenario. Something happening to you overnight and I wasn’t going to be there. I know you don’t need me. But I want to try to protect you, to support you, to care for you. And then I realized the worst thing was that you could wake up, realize what a mistake this is and what a mistake I am and that you’d be on the next flight out of town to leave me here. And I could understand that, but dammit,” he voice cracked, “I can’t keep pretending like I can do this without you anymore. I can’t-“

His voice cut out and the silence snapped you back into reality. You were staring at the phone, mug dangerously close to spilling coffee on your sheets, tears pricking your eyes, threatening to fall. You could almost make out crying on the other end of the call. You took a moment and stared at the ceiling. Every single one of those thoughts had crossed your mind the previous night.

But the broken parts had won. You had chosen healing.

“Jake?” The muffled sounds on the end of the phone stopped, you could practically hear his bated breath. “When do I get to see you today?”

“Whenever you’ll take me.”

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You had decided on a neutral location that you both would be comfortable in, but also be able to not be interrupted. Far down the opposite end of the beach from the Hard Deck, there was a small grouping of picnic tables with a tiny sandwich and ice cream shack nearby.

You left the house early, planning on getting to the location with enough time to acclimate. The drive was quiet as you turned down the radio, opening the windows and enjoying the ocean breeze that surrounded you. You realized very quickly that though there was a calmness about you, there was a slight bit of something your hadn't felt in a long, long time: nerves.

You parked your vehicle nearby the small beachside cafe, relieved to see it mostly empty. As you stepped closer and adjusted your sunglasses, you saw that there was only one other person there, already seated at one of the tables. You laughed. Of course Jake would beat you there. He probably left as soon as you set plans this morning shortly after your phone call.

"Hey, stranger," you called as you walked up to the aviator, his back towards you as he looked out into the morning waves. At the sound of your voice he all but jumped up, reaching to give you a hug and then stilling himself, unsure of where he stood with you. You rolled your eyes and stepped forward, opening your arms.

Jake was very suddenly aware that he wasn't in control of what his body was doing as he quickly closed the gap between you with a few quick strides, your arms easily folding around his neck and you pulled him closer to you. His scent fogged your brain and you smiled, forgetting how much taller he really was than you. Jake quickly scooped you up and swing you around, and you let out an actual, honest-to-god giggle. You felt Jake's chest move under you as he slowed and pulled back from the hug, catching your eye. You noses were millimeters away from each other and you a slight pink flush to his cheeks.

"Hi," you said brightly, enjoying that your hard outer shell was off for a few days. He smiled sweetly back at you, brushing his nose against yours, earning another giggle.

"Hi yourself," he retorted, your feet still dangling as he held you flush to his chest.

"Jake? Down?" you asked and he quickly set you on your own feet, a blush on both your cheeks. Jake rubbed the back of his neck and then became aware of his surroundings. There were a few more people walking away from the shack nearby with coffee and a variety of pastries.

"How does a breakfast date sound?" he asked, giving you a smirk and nodding towards the front of the stall. You nodded, happy to see another cup of coffee in your future. You started to step away from Jake when his hand caught your arm, much like it had on the carrier days earlier, but this was much more tender.

"I think I still remember what you like, mind if I give it a go?" You nodded, and sat down at the picnic table he had occupied just minutes earlier. You sighed and looked out towards the waves, wholly unsure of who exactly you were in that moment at the table. Your thoughts were interrupted as Jake returned with the breakfast you didn't even know you needed.

Jake smiled at you over his cup of coffee, his eyes clearly wanting to say something, but his mouth unusually quiet. You sighed and knew he was waiting on you to make the first move- and you knew it was killing him.

"Okay," you took in a tight breath, setting your paper coffee cup down, "I'm taking a break from the Navy missions for awhile while I try and figure out what all this is and who I am. I became that...thing....when everything happened, that version of me saved me. But it was never truly me." Jake nodded, eyes trained on you carefully as he took in every word without moving, "I'm not even sure if this new version of me is me...I just. I need a chance to figure it out and not have someone shouting orders at me."

Jake nodded and let out a shaky breath. He was scrambling. He didn't know what to say or what to do- he knew he was walking on eggshells and it was his own fault that he was. You reached a hand across the table and rested it on his.

"If you're okay with me trying to figure this out, I wouldn't mind some company...." you cautiously threw the suggestion out watched his face slowly realize what you had offered. This was your olive branch; your last chance to him and to yourself to give this a shot. Jake's hand wrapped around yours, his thumb brushing your knuckles.

"I think we both have some soul-searching to do."

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Part 10

A/N: Apparently, I needed whipped/emotionally vulnerable Hangman. How do we want this one to wrap up folks? Angsty? Sexy? Fluffy? Let me know!

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Entering the Villain Era pt. 8

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f)

Summary: The one where she can dish more than he can handle. And, oh, does he deserve it.

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking (reader is of age), potentially some suggestive situations.

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five. Part Six

Part Seven

Once everyone was back on the carrier, you walked over to inspect the museum relic that Maverick and Rooster had somehow managed to get airborne. You tapped the underside with your hand and pulled it back, examining the rust that now flaked over your hand. You shook your head in disbelief and then walked past the plane, looking out at the vast expanse of ocean.

This one was technically a win: mission completed, everyone came home. But you were dissatisfied with your performance. You never grew attached to teams-attachments were distractions and distractions got people killed. When you had launched Hangman off, your heart dropped to your stomach and you hated that. It threw you off your game and you swore you'd never let him do that to you again.

You breathed in deeply, happy to have the salty air distract you for just a second. Suddenly the hair on the back of your neck stood up, recognizing quickly that someone was approaching you from behind. You spun on your heel, face to face with Hangman, your chest tightening as he flashed you a cocky and yet somehow still sheepish smile.

"Debrief in 10. Didn't want you to miss anything," he offered lamely and you saw through it instantly. You nodded and started to walk past him when he grabbed your bicep, pulling you infinitesimally closer to him. You could smell his aftershave and the burn from the F-18. You stared down in front of you waiting for him to speak, but when he didn't you brought your eyes to meet him across your shoulder and couldn't help the annoyed look in your eyes,

"What Hangman?" you were about to pull out of his grasp when you paused, watching him swallow awkwardly as a ground crew team walked by. You looked at him expectantly, waiting for the son of a bitch to say something.

"I meant it," he said lowly, his eyes darting around at the others nearby and then finally resting on you. You gave him a confused look and he continued, "when you cleared me. I said 'anything for you.' I meant it." You couldn't help the small "ah" that slipped out between your lips, not quite able to hide the sarcasm behind it.

He rolled his eyes, his grip tightening on your arm, pulling you closer and more into his chest. "I'm serious. If that means you want to try this again, whatever this was," he added as an afterthought, "then I'm in. If you want to just screw around with me until you get bored, I'm in. If you want me to leave you alone and disappear," he paused, swallowing hard now, "I'm in."

Your entire body had now gone into fight mode- you didn't know what else to do. You wrenched your arm out of Jake's grasp and glared at him, about to open your mouth when you saw something flash in his eyes: pain. You breathed in tightly, trying to rewire your immediate response. You knew that look. You had worn it may times before....before all this. You had given him that very look.

Something clicked in both of you in that moment. The space between you was both inches and miles apart, but the puzzle pieces finally clicked. You understood exactly how Jake was feeling in the moment and how much it took out of you to ice him out continually. Jake blinked, now fully grasping the pain he had put you through with his transgressions in the past. The look of understanding between the two of you was something neither of you thought you would ever share.

"Hangman! Debrief- you coming?!" Phoenix's shrill yell pulled you both out of the trance. Jake was the first to move, turning around and walking towards the meeting. As he did, his hand brushed yours and you both felt the jolt of electricity that you hadn't felt in a long time. He paused and looked at you, cautious and unsure of your thoughts during the whole exchange. You nodded and gave him a small smile.

"I'm in," was all you could muster through the absolute chaos and fog happening in your brain. He smiled and nodded back, brushing his fingertips over your knuckles again to confirm that this was real and not something he had dreamed up. You smirked and stalked off in front of him, towards the meeting.

"I'm in. But you have to keep up," you challenged and Jake fell in line behind you.

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"I dunno- she just seems less...." Bob rubbed his chin, a water bottle in his hand.

"Angry?"

"Evil?"

"Controlling?"

"Murderous?"

Everyone turned towards Rooster's response and he shrugged. "Well she is. Maybe it's 'Mission mode off' now. Who knows?" Rooster tossed a pillow into the air and caught it, laying uncomfortably on the small couch in the "lounge" on the carrier. Phoenix snickered and then looked over at their most recent "savior," curiosity fully piqued.

"I think we know someone who knows...." she drawled, nodding towards and oblivious Hangman, his eyes closed and head leaned back on a metal and black leather chair. "So, Hangman, what's her deal?"

Hangman didn't open his eyes, but the smirk that broke out on his face was unmistakable- he knew something they wanted to know but it wasn't going to be an easy task. Coyote groaned, having gone through this with him already too many times on this mission.

"Just spill it, Bagman. Why doesn't she want to kill us now and wear our skin?" Rooster's annoyance was thick as he glared at the fellow aviator. Hangman laughed again to himself, his shoulders shaking as he lifted his head and opened his eyes.

"Like you said, 'Mission Mode: off' Rooster. I'm sure she needs to recharge her evil reserves for the next mission." Rooter glared, not buying the blond pilot's retort. Hangman shrugged. "Besides, why would I know what's up her ass?"

Bob looked nervously at Phoenix, but she ignored the warning glance from him and the cough from Fanboy.

"Because we saw you waiting outside her place a few weeks ago and then we saw you go inside," Hangman's attention snapped to the only female in the room, "Just saying, none of us had private, nighttime rendezvous with the most infamous member of the Navy...." She looked around for support, but everyone's eyes avoided hers like the plague.

"So, you stalking what I do in my personal time, Phoenix?" he growled, standing up from the chair and curling his hands into fists. Phoenix scrambled for words, her mouth opening and closing twice before the door behind her opened and you stepped in, holding the door open.

"No, she's wondering who I do in my personal time. Isn't that right, Phoenix?" Necks snapped to turn toward you as your voice silenced the room. You raised an eyebrow as she struggled to fathom what you had just implied. You brought your eyes up from her and settled them just over her shoulder to Hangman, his fists dropped, hands hanging at his sides.

"Well, since that curiosity seems to be satiated, shall we?" You walked out the door, knowing it would take the pilots a few moments to piece everything together and figure out that you had heard everything from the hallway. When they finally appeared behind you, they kept a distance, mouthes screwed shut as you held open the door to the final debrief.

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"What's next for ya?" Maverick took a swig from his beer and sighed, looking out at the ocean from the faded Adirondack chairs on the patio of the Hard Deck. You shrugged.

"Not sure. I think even lethal weapon juggernauts have to take some time off, eh?" Maverick laughed and nodded, raising his beer in a cheers to you.

"I think they well deserve a break," you cracked a smile at the admission, finally starting to settle into your new identity, one with a little less trauma than you started with. You took a sip of the cool Bud Light sighing.

"Navy's gonna be pissed about it though..." you thought out loud. You were going to continue the thought, but were cut off by the elder pilot.

"Nah, send in the B-team. That's why we have Navy Seals, ya know," he winked and forced another laugh out of you. You looked over your right shoulder into the bar, seeing the team almost exactly like the first night: khaki uniforms, beer bottles littered on tables along with some dollar bills, loud laughter echoing out over the waves that crashed in front of you.

"Alright Mav, it's been an honor. Honestly," you both stood up, shaking hands. "Thanks for letting me bang around in your head for awhile." He pulled you in by your hand for a tight hug.

"Honor's mine. Anytime you need me-"

"I'll know where to find you," you smiled and pulled back from the embrace, glancing in at Penny behind the bar. He nodded and sat back down with his drink.

"Speaking of bang around...." he commented and you rolled your eyes, hand already on the door inside.

"Hey Mav? Fuck off."

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You walked past the pool table and gave a small two finger salute. They all froze and looked at you, unsure of what exactly was going on. You took in a breath and gave them a smirk.

"If you ever need me-" you paused and considered your words carefully, the aviators hanging on your every syllable. You snickered.

"Don't."

You turned on your heel and headed for the doors, feeling that, while you owed them more, it was also best to keep your distance, especially with this recent change of heart. After all, you had a reputation to keep up. 'Mysterious' was the new adjective they could add to the folklore after this mission.

"Hey- wait up....Jesus." You heard Jake behind you, running out the doors and following you to your car.

"I'm no god, but I'll take it," he rolled his eyes and gave you a groan at the joke "What do you want, Hangman?" He looked up at your inviting smirk and stopped in his tracks, contemplating his next words.

"I want you, ma'am."

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Part Nine

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Entering the Villain Era pt. 7

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f)

Summary: The one where she can dish more than he can handle. And, oh, does he deserve it.

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking (reader is of age), potentially some suggestive situations. Now we're rockin 'n rollin! Not sure where I want this to go right now....

Part One.    Part Two.    Part Three.    Part Four.     Part Five.    Part Six

"Mornin darlin'."

The words had barely left Jake's mouth when you spun around on your heel. You eyes narrowed and your hand dropped to the side with the folders tightly clenched between your fingers and your palm. You jaw set and you felt your aviators slide down your nose a bit.

"Don't you dare," you growled. There was a clear line of demarcation between here and what had happened last night. You were still fighting between how you were supposed to respond to Jake and the confusion was starting to eat at your usually icy demeanor. Jake quirked an eyebrow.

"What happens outside of work is not what happens here. Understood?" You saw something flicker in his eyes and his smirk lessened, but it didn't leave his face. You opened to say something more to dissuade him from trying you today, but he gave a two fingered salute and wandered off to change with a simple "ma'am."

You rolled your eyes, pushing you glasses up your nose and heading towards the office to turn on the comm system and the tracking radar- Hangman on a screen was the only way you were going to handle him together.

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After a few hours of directing (and redirecting) the pilots to try and fly the course in the best way possible with optimal results, you stretched, closing another folder full of results to bring up to the main office. You spun around in your chair and were face-to-face with a smirking Maverick. You looked at him with little to no amusement, waiting impatiently for him to pipe-up whatever he was grinning about.

"You didn't tell me you had company last night..." he drawled, leaning against your doorframe. You rolled your eyes and huffed, pushing past him.

"Didn't know I needed to get approval to have a personal life," you retorted, stepping out into the hangar. You heard his laugh and your sucked your teeth, letting out an annoyed hiss. "What, Maverick?"

He shrugged, the smirk still plastered on his face and you glared at him before stalking off to the stairs. Your hand was resting on the cool metal of the door handle, about to apply pressure, when he spoke again.

"Just thought it was weird seeing Lt. Seresin's vehicle out in front of your place, that's all."

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"So where were you anyway?" Phoenix interrupted, looking at Hangman across the pilot's lounge. He paused, mid-word, with Yale and shrugged.

"Why? You worried I'm gonna be home after my curfew?" He sneered with a grin, earning and exasperated eyeroll and groan from the female pilot.

"Coyote said he saw you bolt out of here after dinner- just trying to figure out what's messing with your head-"

"Yeah, you missed dollar wells at The Hard Deck." Everyone in the room turned their attentions from Phoenix and Hangman to Bob, who was perched in the corner. He was fiddling with a model of an A-10 Warthog and looked up when his comment was met with silence.

"I mean-" he stuttered, "That's what the sign said behind the bar..." Phoenix groaned and stood up, stalking her way over to Hangman and Fanboy and Payback both laughed (both with and at Bob).

"I don't want something getting in the way of this mission. It's going to be one of us up there and if your focus isn't on this mission than maybe-"

"Maybe, what?" he snarled, standing up from the chair he had be sitting in and towering over her. "Seems to me, none of this concerns you. Unless someone died and made you JTAC," his usual cockiness had returned in full force, and there was a hint of meanness underlying his words. The tension in the room changed and everyone noticed.

"Okay- so not getting into your head, was someone at least getting into your pants?" Coyote looked at Fanboy, hoping for some backup to break the tension. He was rewarded with a loud laugh as the tightness in the room dissolved. Hangman looked up at the pair, his sneer dissolving into a typical "cat caught the mouse" grin.

"I KNEW IT!" Fanboy yelled, wrapping an arm around Coyote and leaning in, "Okay, Hangman, spill. All of it." Hangman laughed, greatly enjoying the attention and the enormity of the real secret he was hiding.

"Hey now, you know I never kiss and tell..." he started, sitting back down and crossing an ankle across his knee as he fiddled with the cuticle on his thumb. Phoenix stalked away, sitting down on a barstool and leaning against the counter, clearly still annoyed.

"But you do fuck and brag," she countered, desperately trying to persuade herself that her interest wasn't piqued in Hangman's new conquest. Hangman looked at the ceiling and sighed.

"Exactly, birdbrain, I don't kiss and tell. So you're safe to assume it didn't get beyond that."

The trio of male pilots looked at each other in disbelief, confused at how Hangman's cockiness had returned from-a makeout session with some mystery woman? That certainly wasn't his style. The three mumbled a few incoherent sentences and then started back towards the foosball table, unsure of what had gotten into their teammate.

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You knew he was mad about Maverick selecting Rooster as his wingman. He had been actively avoiding you since the announcement of him and Phoenix and Bob being the leads on the mission. 'Runner-up back-up squad' was not something Hangman was enjoying winning right now and you knew that.

You continued your briefings with the A-team, going over expectations and protocol, proving how much you had learned about all their dynamics and decisions. Most surprised was Maverick, who hadn't considered that you had been analyzing and anticipating everything he had done in the simulations and in real life.

As the crew exited out of the office, you checked your watching and looked at the setting sun, knowing tomorrow was the day everyone shipped off to the aircraft carrier. You were glad to have already packed and made your way out to your car, quickly noting the stares of a few of the reserve team members attempting to sneak glances at you as you left for the day.

"See you tomorrow, boys," you called over your shoulder, laughing to yourself as you heard them curse and one going as far to say "how the FUCK did she see us?!"

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You walked across the tarmac on the ship and sighed, happy to be back on the water, but incredibly restless with the mission. You knew your team was ready, but they didn't know it themselves. You took your seat at the flight deck, headset and mic on, notes and battle plans to your right, a large mug of coffee on your left.

As you heard the aviators check in from their cockpits, you looked to your controller for the a-okay. When he gave you a thumbs up, you hit a button, forcing on a bright red light that assaulted your eyes.

"We are go. Let's get these motherfuckers, shall we?" You heard Maverick laugh over the radio and you smirked as a few admirals and other officials nearby turned to look at you. "We are wheels up, Maverick." You gave a thumbs up to the grounds crew leader below and he saluted up, giving a signal to Maverick as he took off from the ship.

The same thing happened twice more. "Rooster, we are go. Wheels up, kiddo." "Phoenix and Bob, wheels up, go blow something up." You barely remembered what you said beyond the initial checks, watching out the window at the F-18s were launched into the sky. You looked over to the screens, watching the beacons blink over and over as the trio neared their drop zone.

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You took in a shaky breath, looking at Admiral Simpson who looked more annoyed than anything. Your eyes darted over to Hondo who had been leaning against the doorframe just out of your view until this moment. He shook his head and then gave you a quick upwards nod. You hit the button again.

"This is a go for backup-one. Hangman, this is a go," you got the thumbs up, "we are wheels up, Hangman." You refused to look at either of the admirals now flanking your shoulders as you waited for Hangman's confirmation. When Bates was about to speak, your headset crackled as you heard a jet engine start up outside the window.

"Yes, ma'am. Backup one is a go." You heard a hitch in his voice and you paused, knowing he was extactic to go, but also cautious of what he was going to find. You answered back to the unasked question in his voice.

"Got you all the way in, Hangman. You know what to do-" as you watched his plane launch, you saw Bob and Phoenix nearing back to the aircraft. As she communicated with the flight deck, your heart suddenly stopped when you saw Roosters beacon pop up on the radar in front of you. Then Maverick's appeared out of thin air. You motioned to Hondo to look at the screen. He gave you an incredulous look and shook his head with a small laugh.

"Hangman, take a look at your radar," you heard Phoenix say over the waves. When he didn't respond right away, you decided to jump in and do your job.

"Go bring those boys home, Lieutenant," you commanded, glad that Jake was already in the air and on target to help with some bogeys that had caught onto whatever Maverick and Rooster were flying.

"Yes ma'am!" came the enthusiastic reply. "Anything for you."

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Part Eight

A/N: sorry to rush through the mission part, I'm exhausted having written it in detail a few times in other series. Jumping into some more fun stuff here shortly!

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