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[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Hangman Trying To Convince You To Go Out With Him

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Beer, flirtations, and teasing

Word Count: 1.4k

(A/N:) Wow! Look at me having a Top Gun idea in what seems like forever! I always love going back to movies I wrote so much for! But sometimes it takes a hot minute to get imagine ideas, but I had this idea a few weeks ago and it's been a little bit of a pain to get it from my brain into a post. But I finally succeeded and hopefully this makes the Hangman/ Glen Powell fangirlies happy! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

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The Hard Deck was more rowdy than it had been in awhile. With the Top Gun pilots celebrating a hard won victory, them and everyone on base had came in to celebrate. It was busy enough that Penny called in backup to help serve the rambunctious pilots who deserved every drink they ordered. It wasn't often that she called you in, but when Penny did you knew that the night was going to be a crazy one. You had a reputation amongst the pilots, as being no nonsense and out right refusing any advances towards you before the navy men even finished a sentence. While the rumors kept the majority of would be suitors away, it only made the top pilots in Top Gun more bold.

With drink orders coming in so fast that you were barely able to keep up with them. Penny stayed close by picking up the orders you couldn't handle and ringing up tabs. You didn't pay much attention to the people that came to the counter until a familiar uniform caught your eye.

"Give me just a second and I'll be right with you," you handed off two beer bottles before setting into opening several more.

"I'll wait all night for you if that's what it takes," the pilot replied.

You stiffened, recognizing that voice. He was a notorious flirt and never knew when to take no for an answer. It wasn't your first time dealing with him and this moment would not be the last either. No matter how many times you shot him down he always kept coming back, always cocky and sure of himself.

A few moments ago...

Hangman didn't know the definition of the word defeat and he had his eye on the prize. And that was taking out the most difficult female bartender in the Hard Deck's lineup.

"Dude," Coyote tugged on Hangman's arm stopping the pilot in his tracks. "When are you going to give up? She's shot down more pilots than Maverick has and Rooster crashed and burned just last night with her."

"That's Rooster," Hangman scoffed. "I'm different."

"No you're not. What is this the third time you've tried?"

"Fourth."

Coyote rolled his eyes but watched Hangman walk away.

Now....

"Oh great," you sighed, "it's you again."

Hangman chuckled leaning against the counter, trying to get as close as possible. You took a step back, removing the last bottle cap a little violently and passing the drinks out. Grabbing more you glared at him sending a cap flying in his direction.

"Aren't you glad to see me," Hangman asked.

"Not particularly. I don't have time for you."

"And here I thought that the whole world had time for me," he smirked.

Rolling your eyes you turned away, another group of people calling for your attention. But still though you had walked away, Hangman stayed. His eyes never leaving you, watching you closely. You tried ignoring him, but when that didn't work, you glared. That only made his grin widen and he gave you a little wave. You slammed glasses down a little harder than necessary as your patience was wearing thin.

"Why do we have to do this every time?"

"Because," Hangman purred, "I don't like taking no for an answer."

"I noticed."

Watching you intensely while you grabbed another bottle of beer, you removed the cap and took Hangman's hand. His fingers immediately curled around yours and you slapped them back open, causing him to jolt before you placed the cold glass bottle in his palm, then wrapped his fingers around it and waved your hand in a 'shoo' motion. Digging some money from your tip jar, you put the cash into the register, 'Shoo. It's on me. Have a nice life Bagman."

Hangman laughed, defeated once more but not done in the slightest as he made his way back to the pilots crowding into one corner of the bar. Laughing at him and pointing fingers in his direction. What they didn't know was he was wounded, but not crashing and burning just yet. He saw that glint in your eyes and he had to sink the hook in a little more and he would have you.

Hours later and Penny flipped the sign and locked the door. You were finishing cleaning up the last bit of the bar when a check was waved in front of your face.

"Thank you so much for coming in and helping out," she said taking a seat.

"No problem," you replied putting the check in your pocket.

"I see Hangman has taken quite a liking to you," she grinned mischeviously.

"Ugh," you rolled your eyes, "don't remind me."

"He's not a bad guy."

"Sure if you like egotistical pilot maniacs. He's very obnoxious."

"Isn't that what makes him charming?"

"Absolutely not!"

Penny laughed before taking the rag from your hands, "Go on and go home. It's getting late."

"Let me know whenever you need help again."

Penny waved and you made sure to lock the door behind you. She wasn't lying that it was getting late as the sun had long ago set and quiet had settled over the beach. It was always a little creepy, especially the walk to your car. Normally you weren't scared but it was just a little off putting when no one was around and anything could happen.

"Leaving already?"

A voice sounded close by your shoulder causing you to jump and spin around. Hangman started to laugh at your startled expression, causing you to start punching him in the shoulder.

"Don't do that to me!"

"I was hoping you'd jump into my arms instead, I wasn't taking into account that you're a fighter. Can you please stop hitting me now?"

"Depends," you were fuming, "are you ready to stop being a jerk?!"

"Not particularly."

"Then I'm not done beating you yet!"

He let you get in a few more whacks before grabbing your fist and keeping a firm grip on it. You sucked in a breath, gaze flickering from his face to your joined hands back again to his face. He never stopped smiling.

"C'mon let me walk you to your car," Hangman cut the silence. The tension eased from your body and you tried yanking your hand away, only for him to tighten his grip. You huffed but relented, though you did start to protest when he intertwined your fingers together.

You could admit to yourself, that you did feel better that you weren't walking alone in the dark. Hangman had been waiting, not wanting to give up just yet as he really did like you. He just enjoyed aggravating you because you were so easily riled up.

"If you felt uncomfortable walking alone you could have said something to me," he mumbled rubbing at his neck.

"I appreciate it," you looked away squeezing his hand. "Maybe you aren't that major of an egotistical jerk."

Hangman laughed, releasing your hand so you can grab your car keys. "That makes me feel better then."

You unlocked the door and he opened the driver side door before you could even reach for the handle. Ushering you in he closed the door, letting you get buckled before leaning against the door. You rolled the window down and he stuck his head in.

"Thank you," you picked at the threads on the steering wheel.

"You're welcome," he tapped his fingers against your arm. "Does this mean that I'm growing on you?"

"Possibly."

"Think you could stomach a date with me?"

"I'll think about it."

"A kiss for your knight in a pilot uniform," he pointed to his lips.

"Absolutely not," you laughed rolling the window up causing him to hurry up and yank his head out. You backed up leaving Hangman in the headlights as he waved at you. For such a smug Top Gun pilot he could actually be really sweet. He wouldn't give up and you could respect that so for the first time you broke down.

Quickly rolling the window back down as you drove away you yelled out the window.

"Hey Bagman! Pick me up here tomorrow evening and buy me dinner!"

He laughed loudly, "It's a date!"

"Sure it is!"

You drove off, leaving an extremely happy pilot behind.

[lolxdswag123]

Bed Chem series pt 10

Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Y/n was away at college in New England all year, but now she’s returning for the first time for the Summer. When she reunites with her friends… it gets… complicated. What happens when her secret ex-fling who also happens to be her best friend’s brother takes notice to her return?

author's note: more drama hehe 😋

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part 11

[intoanotherworld23]

Berry Delicious

Summary: Bradley loves the taste of berries, and you happen to be his favorite dessert

Warnings: mdni 18+, mature content, explicit sexual content, overstimulation, fingering, oral sex, slightly dom Joel, submissive reader, implied sex, praise kink, dirty talk

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Feeling absolutely reduced to a hot and sweaty mess as you laid underneath Bradley. Who was staring at your disheveled face. A look of pride written across his face as your body trembled around him.

"I have never seen you cum so much like that before darlin." Praising you as a hand covers your eyes in embarrassment. "You did so good for me baby."

That powerful and mind blowing release had you almost in tears. Trying with all your might not to just cry in front of him. Feeling like that might weird him out a little bit. Since he could take tears as being in pain or discomfort, and then he would stop, and you didn't want him to stop. Your body was feeling overwhelmed as it continued to shake underneath his fingertips.

"Let me see those pretty eyes of yours." His deep voice persuades you as your hands slowly moved away from your face to look up at his smirking one.

"Roos." Whining his nickname as he snickers keeping his cock still absolutely still inside of you.

"Whadda you need pretty girl?" He teases feeling your cunt clenching around you making him groan.

Bradley knew exactly what you wanted, but was still too shy to say anything to him. He always helped you ease your way into expressing what you wanted with him. Giving you a little bit without asking him, and then getting you to finally speak up. Carefully pulling out from your raw cunt your body jolting at the sensitivity from the sudden loss of him. Feeling his cum ooze out of your body his hand massaging your inner thigh soothingly.

"Fuck me baby girl look at you." Watching as his liquid spilled out of you and trailed down between your cheeks. He was licking his lips wanting nothing more than to lick it all up, and taste how delicious you both were mixed. That's exactly what he did too.

His hot mouth attaching to your puffy and still wet cunt. Hands reaching out to grip onto his hair as his tongue flicked back and forth on your clit. Back arching off the bed as he slurped away, hands gripping your inner knees as he kept them pushed apart so he had full and complete access to you. Body feeling like it was on fire as he thrusted his thick tongue inside of you. Rotating your hips around to feel more as his nose brushed against your clit.

"Oh my god." Crying out as your orgasm was already swiftly approaching still extremely sensitive from your previous release. Bradley looking up at your remarkable expression unable to look anywhere else. Loving that he was the one in control feeling like he held all the power in your pleasure, and it made him feel like a god.

Reaching a hand over to your pelvis as his thumb started to rub circles on your nub. Your senses heightened and overwhelmed not knowing how much longer you were gonna be able to last. Bradley could tell that you were fighting to keep going, and he knew what would help you reach the finish line.

"Tastes like berries baby girl." His low voice sends you over the edge as your body starts to crumble. Your ribcage rising and falling with each quick breath. Hands falling down to your side feeling loose and numb. Stomach trembling from the resounding orgasm you just experienced. Your battered cunt was so sore from being stretched and abused over and over again.

Feeling a pair of soft lips gently caressing your thighs and inner knees a trail of saliva being left behind. His mustaches scratching against your skin a shiver running up your spine. Sex was always amazing with Bradley, but the one thing you loved just as much was the aftercare. His touch was always so gentle and comforting as he would help ease you through each orgasm.

"Fucked that pretty pussy so good, didn't I?" His crude language had your thighs twitch, and you loved it all the same. Bradley already knew the answer to the question, but he loved the reactions you would give him just for saying certain words.

"So proud of you my sweet berry." His nickname had you smiling as Bradley pulled you into his arms and laid you on top of his warm body. Listening to the sound of his heart beating, and the rise and fall of his chest was easing you into a slumber like state.

"I'm not done with you yet though baby girl."

[indigoflorals]

relax (18+)

JJ Maybank x Reader

Bubble bath with your boyfriend and he can’t keep his hands off of you

Warnings: Unprotected sex, bath sex, vaginal fingering, pet names, begging, slight breeding kink, hair pulling, heavy praise kink

You sunk back into the warm water and relaxed into your boyfriends chest. He was warm against you, his hands coming instantly to your waist.

“Hi beautiful,” He mumbled into your neck and as you leaned back into him, “Long day?”

You moaned at the feeling of his lips on the soft skin of your neck. “You don’t even know.”

He hummed, continuing to pepper kisses to the sensitive expanse of your throat. “Oh I’m sure.”

“Had to deal with my coworkers bitching and moaning all day.” You sighed as his hands came up to grope your breasts, droplets of water falling from them to the surface of the water.

JJ only hummed again, kneading still at the flesh of your tits. Rolling your nipples between his fingers, he leaned in to kiss the area just behind your ear.

“So glad to relax with you tonight J,” You moaned, rocking your hips to feel his hardness pressing into your ass and lower back.

He smiled at you innocently, sliding a hand from your breast down your stomach to stop just above your clit. “Always happy to help my girl.”

You gasped as his fingertips ghosted over the spot you so desperately needed him to touch.

JJ throbbed against you at your whines, grinding into your back. “Tell me what you need baby.”

A finger dragged down your pussy from top to bottom, teasing your hole. It circled your clit once, then went back to resting just above it.

“Please touch me J,” You cried, bucking your hips at the loss of sensation.

“Only since you asked so nicely.”

Your boyfriends skilled fingers went to work on your pussy, and you buried your face into his shoulder.

“So good J,” You mumbled through whines, “Thank you…thank you.”

His free hand came to your face, turning you to look at him. Your eyes met his blue ones, and you felt yourself clench around his fingers. “Look at me pretty girl. I wanna see your face when you cum for me.”

Your body shook at his words, and you sobbed in pleasure. Orgasm washing over you, you sunk back into him.

“That’s it baby, good job.” He removed his fingers from you, sliding his hands to your hips where he groped the fat there.

He lifted you gently, and you felt him lining you up with his painfully hard dick. You cried at the tip pushing inside. “It’s okay baby. You can take it. Take it all for me.”

The water in the tub splashed out as he pulled you down to meet his hips. You were too overwhelmed to notice or care. He was filling you to the brim and you loved it.

You cries were incoherent and loud. Fingers gripping the side of the tub, your knuckles were turning white in your fight to keep yourself from screaming.

“Let it all out baby,” JJ rocked his hips, fucking up into you, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The blonds hand came to your lower back, pushing you slightly so you were bent down. He fisted your hair at the scalp, using it as leverage to pull you back against him.

“Holy fuck, “ He moaned, “I’m gonna cum in you baby. Fill you the fuck up.”

“Please J,” You bawled, “Fill me up, get me pregnant. Please cum in me.”

You felt the warm liquid flush inside you, and your own orgasm was triggered. White flashed your vision, and all your muscles tightened and relaxed.

Strong arms came to wrap around you, pulling you back to lie down. “You did so good baby,” your boyfriend kissed your cheek, “Lemme get you cleaned up before the water gets cold, yeah?”

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[seresinhangmanjake]

jake helps his drunk girlfriend

Jake “Hangman” Seresin Drabble

Words: 438

Notes/Warnings: mentions of alcohol use, spelling mistakes, im sure. I know it's the shortest thing ever. 

Requested for the under 500 word drabble thing about a millennium ago, and it’s embarrassing how long it took me to post it. My bad :(

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“Damn, she’s out cold, huh?” Rooster said from the driver’s seat of his truck after parking it in the driveway of your home. Both he and Jake were twisted at the waist, peering back at you through the middle opening between the front seats.

Rooster’s words didn’t stir you; neither did Jake’s when he said, “She’s had a lot going on lately; hasn’t slept right in a week. I thought she was going to pass out earlier, but she was determined not to miss Phoenix’s birthday.”

The weight of your head had it lolling to the side.

“The alcohol probably didn’t help,” Jake sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt. “I better carry her. She won’t make it one step.”

“You want me to get the front door?”

“Yea, if you don’t mind.”

The pilots’ hopped out of the car. Jake went to the door behind his, pulled it open, and reached inside to grab you. He helped you stand briefly before he bent at the waist, tucked his arm under your knees and lifted you up, allowing your shoulder blades to rest across his other arm.

A little whimper escaped your lips as you snuggled into him, a hand instinctively reaching up to rest behind his neck. “I want my boyfriend,” you mumbled, your eyes still closed.

Jake snickered. “I am your boyfriend, baby.”

“Oh.”

He turned to his side, squeezing your bodies through the front door.

“You need anything else?” Rooster asked, and Jake shook his head.

“But thanks,” he replied. “And thanks for the ride.”

“No problem. See you guys tomorrow.”

 —

“Alright, baby, clothes off,” Jake said as he worked to shimmy you out of your dress. You were absolutely no help, sitting on the edge of the mattress and letting your limbs fall like a rag doll. “I can honestly say I’ve never had such a hard time getting you naked.”

He yanked the dress up over your head and tossed it to the side, then reached behind you to unclasp your bra, allowing the straps to slide down your shoulders and bare your breasts.

“As much as I hate to cover these up,” he said, “you’ll get cold in the night and then you’ll hate me.”

“Mhmm.”

He slipped one of his t-shirts over your body and helped you recline on the mattress before dragging the duvet up to your neck. Then he ripped off his own clothes until he was down to his underwear, got in bed beside you and pulled you close.

“Love you, Jake,” you whispered, nuzzling your nose against his neck.

He kissed your forehead in return. “I love you, beautiful.”

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Love Dive | Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Character: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Word Count: 571

Summary: Lieutenant Jake Seresin met his old classmates and asked her crazy question out of the blue.

Warning: Nothing, just fluff.

Other Jake Seresin story: Cold But Sweet, No Boyfriend But Not Single

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Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 

Lieutenant Jake 'Hangman' Seresin is attending an anniversary party for the reunion of the Air Force Academy. He must be crazy for saying yes to coming and giving a few speeches at the podium. 

Jake blamed himself and made a mental note not to receive calls when he still had jet lag. Two days ago, his former instructor called him, and sleepy Jake said yes. 

And here he is. After giving a speech, Jake sits alone at the bar while watching his colleague and senior dancing with their partner. Can he be like them? 

Then he looked at the person beside him—his long-time friend when both of them were still students. 

Colonel Y/N L/N. 

It's been difficult to meet her because she chose to be stationed overseas. Both of them only meet once a year. Jake just found out she's a frequent guest at the party since all her family are Air Force alumni. 

Even though they only meet once a year, every time he sees Y/N again, they will talk non-stop. It seems like they always meet every day. 

Then an idea came up. 

He turns to Y/N, who is enjoying her drink. She doesn't seem bothered being single in the room like him. 

"Y/N."

She hummed. 

"Do you want to try to go out with me?"

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows; she had known Jake for a long time. Since the academy, he always asks her funny or ridiculous questions. 

Even though he's annoying to some people, Jake's presence at the academy makes her life more fun because she came here because of her family, who are Air Force alumni. 

Whenever she hung out with him, she slowly learned to love flying. 

Now, back to his crazy question, Y/N shrugged her shoulders. "Let's give it a try."

If things didn't work out and this ruined their friendships, she could move overseas again and pretend it never happened. 

Smirked on Jake's face, he nodded. He knew he could always count on you. His right hand wrapped your shoulder and brought you closer to him. "You won't regret this Y/N."

<30 years later>

"Happy 30th wedding anniversary grandpa and grandma!!!"

The children and grandchildren are singing together in front of Y/N and Jake. 

Time has gone by since Jake asked her. There's a trial and error at the beginning of the relationship, but both quickly resolve the issues. 

And now, Y/N and Jake are slowly dancing together at the small party your children held for their lovely parents. 

Jake wrapped his arm around Y/N's waist while looking at her; even though hair had turned gray and wrinkles on both of them, in his eyes, Y/N and are still young. 

Y/N senses that he is looking at you. "What?"

Jake smiled and said, "You didn't regret I asked you out, right?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her expression was Happy. She rested her head on his chest. 

Jake brushed her hair gently. Then he asked her, "Do you want to know what wishes I made when I blew the candle from the anniversary cake?"

"What is your wish, my love?"

Y/N lifted her head and looked lovingly at her husband, her right gently caressing his face. "If there's another life, I wish we could be together again."

Jake chuckled, "That means we will always have a happy ending."

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[demxters]

—GLITCH

jake seresin x f!reader (aka star)

top gun maverick au

synopsis: when star moves in to her late grandmother’s beach house, she meets the man of her dreams. the only problem, he’s from seven years in the past and when she meets him in the present, he’s unlike the man she fell in love with. unable to recognize the man in front of her, star takes it upon herself to bring back the man she once knew. the man before hangman. the man that was jake seresin.

series warning(s): 18+, talks about death and grief, swearing, mature content (see individual chapter warnings)

✧ plot and details of this fic are based on the novel “the seven year slip” by ashley poston

✧ part 1

✧ part 2

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[sarahsmi13s]

Y/N 'Star' Rogers

“I would rather them come home alive, than have to come home and face their devastated families knowing that I could have done more.”

y/n rogers, call sign: star, is a force to be reckoned with. she's a lot like her father in that way. she respects authority, until that authority is making her question who she is. she would rather get written up or discharged for insubordination than be the reason a fellow pilot doesn't get to go home. star wants to do all she can before she gives up. and underneath that, she's an empathetic person. she cares deeply about her fellow pilots and wants to care for them in the air and on the ground. she's sweet and kind, she's the one you want to go to if you have a problem or need a friend. there are times where she's the one that needs the friend but she secludes herself from them. especially when it has to do with her dad or the shield and it's current holder... but at least one person is always gonna be there, no matter how hard she tries to hide...

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[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Going On A Date With Hangman

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Teasing, mentions of an abusive relationship in the past, tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

Part 1: here

Taglist: @chaoticcassidy, @the-marshals-wife, @hotch-meeeeeuppppp

(A/N:) I have been lagging behind on my writing here lately as my artwork has been taking the majority of my time. I'm in the process of opening an Etsy store because all my creations are starting to pile up and I live in an area that people aren't interested in fandom things. So I'm taking matters in my own hands. But I am going to keep writing! Being able to write these fun imagines is something I love doing and won't give up for anything! So I'm going to try to write more and to my bestie who wanted a second part of the last Hangman imagine here is that date part you wanted! I have two more requests in store so keep an eye out! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

The setting sun and crashing waves were your only companions as you sat on a bench outside The Hard Deck. You couldn't remember what really possessed you to agree to Hangman's request, and you were really questioning what had gotten into you as he was naturally late. You tapped your foot, glancing at your phone to see what time it was. You decided to give him a moment longer, before you gave up and went home. You had just placed your phone back in your purse for the tenth time when a pickup pulled into The Hard Deck's small parking lot. You rolled your eyes, knowing it was just another bar hopper when the driver side door swung open. Boots thudded against the ground as you lost yourself in the search for your keys in the bottomless purse you lugged around.

"Hello," the familiar voice cut through your grumbling.

"You're late," you hissed

"Fashionably," Hangman retorted.

Giving him a once over," No just late."

"If I wasn't so confident in myself that would have hurt my feelings."

"Confident and inflated ego are two totally different things," you crossed your arms.

"Sure," Hangman grinned. "Sorry I'm late it won't happen again."

"So confident that there will be a next time?"

"Absolutely."

You hummed, zipping back up your bag. You came all this way and waited this long. No sense in going home now when he just got here.

"Okay flyboy," you held out your hand. "Woo me."

Without hesitation Hangman took your offered hand, kissing your knuckles before leading you towards the passenger side of his truck and opening the door. Once you were seated in the passenger side, Hangman shut the truck door. Naturally he pumped his fist and raced around the front to the driver side. You couldn't help but laugh, though you did roll your eyes. Sliding the keys into the ignition and starting the truck, letting the diesel engine rumble for a few seconds you waited until Hangman started to shift into reverse.

"So what do you have planned for me this evening?"

He shrugged looking out the back window as he steered the big truck out of the parking lot. "I thought we might go bar hopping."

"Seriously?!" Any thought of you enjoying tonight and that Hangman would actually be pleasant for a change went out the window. Maybe you were having a moment of naivety that night you said yes. Now all those what if's and worrisome thoughts started to avalanche in your mind, until Hangman started to laugh.

"I'm joking," he coughed. "Don't worry I have a fun night planned.

"Now I'm worried what your definition of fun is," you retorted cheeks flushing red in anger.

"Lighten up sweetheart I won't do anything you don't want."

Your teeth began to grind and you were really starting to question your sanity. "Has anyone ever told you that they'd like to throat punch you?"

"I'm sure but they never voiced it,"

"Well let me tell you I really want to throat punch you."

"Good to know we're off to a good start tonight! First something to eat."

Despite being a storm of rage in the passenger seat from Hangman's teasing it didn't take long before he was able to ease you into a simmer. You watched the scenery go by while Hangman told funny stories from work. Though you drove these streets for years, you never really got to enjoy the sights as you were always too focused on the road to notice little details. Hangman could tell that you weren't really paying attention but it didn't stop him from talking. You had your arm resting on the center console, finger gently tapping to the music on the radio. He smirked to himself when he got caught at another red light.

"Are you listening," he asked.

You just replied with, "Hmmmm?"

"I'll take that as a no," he scoffed before glancing once more at your digits tapping even harder against the hard plastic. The stop light still glaring red in the night that was settling in, he eased his hand over yours, stopping your fingers movements before he interlaced your fingers with his. You jumped, quickly glancing over. Instead of saying a word at your shocked face he placed gentle kisses to the back of your hand. The light turned green, but he didn't release your hand as he drove on. You paid a little more attention to the conversation though your heart was pounding loudly as you kept glancing from the vehicles passing by to your hand swallowed by Hangman's much larger and calloused hand. You breathed a sigh of relief when the restaurant came into view and Hangman parked the truck.

"Stay," he demanded before hurriedly getting out and racing to your door.

You rolled your eyes but just waited. He opened the door with a flourish before offering you a hand to help you out. With you "safely" on the ground, Hangman slammed the door shut and locked the truck up. For the third time in the evening he took your hand, walking hand in hand to the entrance.

"You know you don't have to go so far for me," you said.

"Of course I do. You agreed to go out with me and I want you to be treated the way you deserve," he retorted still gripping your hand while he opened the restaurant door for you as well.

"Oh please don't make me gag with the goody two shoes act you cocky jerk," you laughed.

The hostess waved a server over as soon as you both walked in, cutting off Hangman's reply by leading you both to a table. You noticed that it wasn't an overly stuffy restaurant. You could tell by the smells coming from the kitchen that they had good food but it was still a comfortable enough atmosphere that you didn't have to worry about snobby rich people sneering at your comfy clothing choice. Once seated and your drink orders placed you raised the menu to start browsing. Usually you could decide what you wanted pretty quickly but tonight you were shaken by the way Hangman was acting so it was going to take you a minute to concentrate. The menu was suddenly slapped down onto the table. Hangman kept his hand pressed against the laminated paper making sure you couldn't hide behind it. You felt a little guilty for what you said before you both were interrupted just a moment ago.

"It's not an act," he glared. "I'm being genuine right now, just for you. I've wanted this for awhile and I don't want to do anything to mess it up. I'm sorry I was late. I was so nervous that I didn't know what I wanted to wear or where I should take you until last minute. I've been flustered since the moment you agreed outside The Hard Deck."

At the beginning you would have chalked it up to Hangman teasing you once again, trying to get under your skin. But the sincerity in his eyes made you realize that this wasn't act. He wasn't just saying these pretty words to get you to let your guard down so he could strike. He was being real and you wanted to melt into the floor as you now felt like an absolute jerk.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled fighting back the sudden tears stinging your eyes. "I shouldn't have been such a jerk to you."

"It's okay I really gave you a reason to be so defensive but I really want to try."

"It's not you," you sighed body shaking. You were about to continue on when the waitress came back and set the drinks down on the table. You hadn't even gotten to glance at the menu but without missing a beat Hangman ordered sending the waitress back off with the orders.

"Trust me I come here a lot," he grinned. "And you don't have to tell me. The Navy guys pretty much know some guy took advantage of you. We don't know any hard details but just know, we have your back no matter what."

Once again the pilot left you speechless, "Thank you."

He nodded leaning back in the chair he was sitting in. Without a second thought Hangman moved the topic to something else and in a matter of seconds he had you laughing and joyously conversing with him until the food made it to the table. And true to his world it was absolutely delicious and now you wanted to come back as soon as possible.

With full stomachs Hangman lead you back to the truck. The night had settled in fully before he once again held open your door. He didn't shut it immediately this time.

"Can I take you to a movie?"

"Absolutely!"

After the delicious dinner and a fun movie you realized that you didn't want this date to end. You couldn't remember the last time that you had enjoyed yourself so much. And if you could tell that Hangman wasn't ready for you to get out and leave in your car just yet.

"Think we can go take a walk on the beach for just a little while," you asked.

He perked up, eyes shining brightly he nodded.

You held your shoes in one hand and Hangman's hand in the other as the cooling sand shifted between your toes. The crashing waves on the beach sent little salty sprays in the air as little crabs scuttled by.

"I can't remember the last time I had so much fun," you breathed in deeply.

"Getting to fly is pretty fun," Hangman drug the toe of his boot in the sand. "But this is a different type of fun. I wouldn't want to share with anyone but you."

You faked a gag, "Ugh so sappy!"

He laughed," You have no one but yourself to blame. You shouldn't be so pretty."

"Oh puh-lease Hangman," you laughed. "You don't have to just say that."

He cupped your cheeks, hushing you immediately. Hangman stared down at you seriousness and a little bit of anger simmering in his gaze. You swallowed loudly, unsure of what to do in such a situation.

"Stop putting yourself down," you all but snarled. "You're amazing and I wish you could see it."

You never had someone say things like that with such conviction and it had you a little emotional. Hangman pressed his forehead against yours. Taking in your presence as your soft cheeks warmed his palms.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you," he whispered. Placing a tender kiss on your forehead, you shivered against the contact of his warm lips against your skin. Hangman leaned backwards taking in your face before pulling you in closer. His breath brushing against your lips. He leaned in closer, claiming your mouth with his. The beach a perfect backdrop as the waves made their crashing applause against the sandy beach that suddenly became your favorite spot. Seconds later Hangman parted from you before holding you tightly.

"Thank you," you melted in his hold.

"Can we do this again soon," he whispered afraid of the answer you'd give him.

"The dating or kissing," you teased.

"Both. Lots of both."

"I'm ready whenever you are flyboy."

Hangman squeezed tighter," So tomorrow?"

You nodded, "Definitely tomorrow."

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Bed Chem series pt 13

Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Y/n was away at college in New England all year, but now she’s returning for the first time for the Summer. When she reunites with her friends… it gets… complicated. What happens when her secret ex-fling who also happens to be her best friend’s brother takes notice to her return?

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author's note: I have no words this time. That’s it.

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Daddy Issues | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw | Part Five

Warning: unedited, sucks

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A/N: the long awaited final part to “Daddy issues”, I suck at writing endings. (probably because I avoid all my problems until they go away) I tried to tag everyone and I hope this is what you guys wanted.

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Y/N felt her heart jump as the tone began to sound inside her air craft.

"What the fuck is that?" She asked looking around franticly.

"Tally two, three o'clock." Hangman informed seeing the two bandits. "Smoke in the air, smoke in the air." Diving down as Y/N pulled up being chased by the missile. Quickly deploying flares stopping the missile in its tracks.

"Dagger spare, we have bandit number two heading straight for dagger two."

"Hangman you go help them, I'll handle this guy." Y/N instructed breaking right as the enemy plane followed.

"Copy that Darwin."

Y/N watched as Jake broke left followed by one of the bandits leaving one to follow her. 

She groaned in frustration after a few minutes of attempting to shake or get behind the superior aircraft. Just as she was about to reduce her speed in hopes to fall behind the bandit the familiar sound of a missile lock stopped her 

Y/N sped up keeping the missile behind her as she made a sharp turn to face the bandit, she knew she wouldn't be able to get a missile lock on him in time, she began shooting towards the bandit. No sooner than her bullets hit the bandit did the missile connect with her plane.

"Dagger spare is hit." She radioed. "I repeat Dagger Spare is hit." Grabbing the photo off the dash Y/N yanked the eject handle flinging her from her plane seconds before it exploded, so close she could feel the heat.

Clutching the photo in her hand Y/N prepares herself to unhook as she grew closer and closer to the water. Unclipping herself she the water fighting the urge to gasp at the cold temperature. Taking in a breath of air as her break to the surface, she feels relieved to see the sight of two planes in the water.

Starting to swim towards the debris, she stopped, feeling a pain in the side. Looking down she sees the trail of red that he body is emitting.

"What the fuck." She groaned before continuing on her path towards the floating debris. Pulling herself up on to the drifting before everything faded to black. 

*-*-*

Maverick, Rooster and hangman landed on the tarmac being greeted by the cheers of their fellow pilots. 

Though for Rooster the celebration only lasted until he realized that someone was missing. 

It took everything in him not to pass out once he found out that Darwin had been shot down, after almost loosing Mav and his own life he thought he was finally able to breath and then just like that it was all knocked out of him. 

He couldn't think straight and it only got worse when he was told she would be transported to the hospital to treat injured sustained  during a dog fight with a fifth gen fighter, meaning he wouldn't be able to see her until they docked. 

All of this  paired with the guilt he felt, in his mind if it wasn't for him she would never have been out there, lead Rooster to do what he did. 

"Mav, I have to talk to you for a second." He said after Maverick opened the door to his room, walking inside Pete noticed the way the young man was rubbing his hands on his pants as his eyes shifted around the room, 

"What's up?" Pete asked closing the door before walking over to him, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

"It's about Darwin."

"Rooster I know you care a lot about her but I'm sure there is nothing to worry about."

"No Mav." Rooster denied. "I asked for statues from search and rescue, she lost a lot of blood, she was barley conscious when they got her to the hospital...If you only knew what I know you would understand." 

"Bradley....Is she pregnant?" 

"What? No! Well I'm pretty sure she isn't, but that's not it." He replied taking a deep breath. "I think you should sit down." 

"Rooster what ever it is you can tell m-." 

"Mav sit down." 

"I'm a grown man-"

"You should really sit down."

"We just stole an enemy aircraft and took down at least two bandit in said museum piece, do you really think there is a lot that could shock me at this po-."

"Darwin is your daughter." Rooster blurted out successfully shocking the captain into silence. 

"What did you just say?" Pete asked stumbling back as his legs attempted to give way. Bradley quickly rushed over to a place a chair behind him before pushing his shoulders down, lowering him into the chair. "What did you say?"

"She told me right before we left, I told her we would tell you after the mission but then you got shot down and I- I told her I would come back safe but I couldn't leave you and now she..." Bradley stopped. "The medics didn't seem so sure about her when they dropped her off and I just know that if she- she would want you to know."

*-*-*

"You go inside I'll park." Penny said as she pulled up tot he front of the hospital letting Pete exit as she went to find a parking spot. 

Maverick immediately rushed to the front desk standing next to a couple also waiting for the nurse to become available. 

The whole way to the hospital Maverick was cursing the mounts of paperwork and endless questions he had to answer about the mission, only growing as Rooster and the rest of the Dagger squad headed over to the hospital. 

After a few minutes a blonde nurse walked behind the desk sitting down behind the computer. "What can I help you with." 

"I'm looking for my daughter." Maverick and the woman said at the same time, giving each other a quick glance before turning back to the nurse. "Her name is Y/N L/N." They said in sync. 

Looking over to the couple after a few moment Maverick realized who she was. "Rebecca?" 

"Pete." The Y/H/C woman replied looking at him in an attempt to his her shock before turning away in favor of the nurse as Maverick just stares at the side of her head. "My daughter ma'am." She reminded the nurse as she typed away on the key bored.

"Room 437 ma'am and sir....and sir." She addressed the trio as before they started towards the elevator. Standing in the confined space was awkward at least for Pete it was.

In all honesty after seeing the picture he recognized Rebecca as a girl he had been seeing that ghosted him while he was deployed, he wasn't too broken up about it, not like he had panned to propose or anything. 

He didn't have any hard feelings towards her when she left and honestly if he had ran into her in passing he might have been happy to see a familiar face but right now the only thing he could see her as was the woman that took his child away from him and that filled him with an anger he had never felt before.

Maverick knew now wasn't the time to pick a fight with his estranged ex and mother of her recently discovered child but he was never good at keeping his mouth shut.

"You know," He started as they approached the hospital room causing the couple to freeze in their tracks. "With all the things Y/N had told me I wouldn't expect you to have shown up....Rebecca." He spat her name.

"My daughter is hurt, why wouldn't I be here Pete?" She asked turning to face the captain as he scoffed at her.

"The same daughter you disowned and haven't spoken to for years?" Maverick questioned narrowing his eyes at the woman. "Just so you know now might not be the best time for an 'I told you so'"

"Of course not, I would never be that cruel." 

"Past expectance has proven that statement to be a lie." He countered. "I'm just glad somehow Darwin turned out to be the person she is despite your parenting."

"You have some nerve judging me on my parenting skills!"

"Yeah, well it would be pretty hard for you to judge me on mine considering you stole my chance to be a parent!"  

"Pete. What the hell?" Penny whisper/yelled as she jogged down the hall, just as the door of room 437 swung open and two blonde male stuck their heads out.

"Not to interrupt you arguing in the middle of the...hospital but I just though I would let you know Darwin can hear you, very clearly." Jake informed with a judging look towards the three older people. 

"Yeah I think everyone can." Bob added on shyly before ducking back into the room. 

Penny walked past the three as they stood in the hall making sure to shoot a disappointed head shake to the pilot before entering the room. Letting out a sigh in frustration Maverick moved to follow.

"Hey sweetheart how are you?" Penny asked walking over to the side of Y/N's bed. 

Penny, thanks for coming." Darwin smiles warmly at the bar owner. "I'm fine. Could use some decent food though, one of your burgers would really hit the spot."

"So much so she may or may not have guilt tripped Rooster into running off to go get her one." Phoenix informed sitting on the other side of the bed. 

"Snitch." Y/N muttered as her eyes drifted over to Maverick as he awkwardly approached the bed. If the conversation from the hall wasn't enough, Rooster had confessed that in his worry and distress of finding out she had been injured coming to save them that he had told Maverick everything he knew about him being her father. He felt so guilty about possibly overstepping and loosing her he was more than willing to 'sneak' her a burger into the hospital despite the doctors orders. 

"Hi...Y/N." Maverick said in a low voice looking at the woman who, now that he was really looking he noticed, had many features similar to his own and he hated himself for not noticing before. 

"That was some damn good flying."

"Thank you sir." Y/N smiled. "That means a lot coming from you."

'Hi dad.' Maverick swears he heard but the delusion only lasted a few fleeting seconds. 

"Hi Mav." Darwin replied looking at her father with, what he noticed was, uncertainly in her eyes.

"Do you have any children, sir?" 

"No," Maverick answered. "Rooster is the closest thing I've ever had to a son."

"Did you ever want them?" She asked gripping the railing of the patio as she waited anxiously for his answer.

It hit Maverick that she was uncertain, she thought there was a chance he wouldn't want her and he hated himself for it. He hated himself for not seeing that she was his own flesh and blood. He hated he didn't do more to reassure her that he cared about her...that he wanted her, even of it wasn't his fault he blamed himself. 

Before he could say anything Y/N's head snapped to the door. "Mother? What are you doing here?" She asked watching as the Y/H/C woman entered the room with her spouse. "Jim...Hey." 

"Hey Pumpkin." Jim said walking up as Penny moved to the side. He leaned down a placed a small kiss to her head. "We got a call and we had to come down and make sure you were okay."

"We've got to stop meeting like this huh." She joked with the man causing him to let out a laugh. Jim and Rebecca had meet when she had rushed to the hospital after getting a call from the school informing her Y/N had been taken there, she had been playing when she had fallen and broken her arm. 

Maverick watched feeling ashamed at his feelings of envy for the man who had raised his daughter in his place. He knew he was lucky that Y/N had someone like Jim in her life but there is still apart of him that wishes he could turn back time and be in that place instead. 

"Okay, she's confident if not a bit arrogant, she a good pilot and god does she know it but she needs to learn that it takes more than just being the best."

"Remind you of anyone?" Ice replied back causing the two to share a small laugh.

"Yeah you." Maverick answered. "I know I was the same, almost exactly."

"She reminded me a lot of you when I first met her." Ice stated. "I think you two have a lot more in common than you realize." 

Maverick didn't know weather to be thankful or horrified that even though he was not able to be present in her life, even he couldn't deny that they were so similar, and once again wanting to punch himself in the face for being so dense that he couldn't put the pieces together even after Ice attempted to show him the full picture on the box.

"Hey hey hey, I have a burger for the most beautiful, wonderful, amazing woman in the whole world, who isn't mad at me for opening my mouth." Bradley announced as he walked into the room.

"Real smooth Rooster." Coyote says as Bradley moves next to Phoenix taking Y/N hand onto his.

"Yeah well...Either you have it or you don't." He shrugged kissing the back of her hand. 

"And you don't" Payback muttered before high fiving Coyote.

"Roos-ter." Her mother repeated looking Bradley up and down. "Fitting seeing how you so comfortably strutted in here." She said causing Hangman and Coyote to snicker

"Um... Bradley, ma'am." He informed with hesitantly, Y/N found it funny as well as Bradly had always said how he would 'put her in her place' for how he treated her. "It's my call sign." 

"And I'm assuming the rest of you have...name signs." She asked as everyone sent through the roll call. "And you?" She asked with a small smile that over shadowed her previous judgment. 

"Yes, ma'am I'm Bob." He introduced coming forward and shaking her hand, pleasing her even more. 

"And you sign?"

"...Bob."

"Oh Boooob." Her mother beamed turning to Y/N with a raised brow nodding in Bob's direction.

"Mother." Y/n warned holding her and Bradley's interlocked hands up and shaking it in her face a bit.  

"You know what?" Natasha spoke up standing from her seat. "Why don't we all head down to the Cafeteria and grab something to eat." She said gesturing to herself and the rest of the Naval officers. 

"I'm not really hungr-." Hangman started before Natasha cut him off as she yanked him to follow her to the door, shooting a look the to the others in warning.

"Yeah...I think Nat could use some help keeping them in line." Penny added a she started leaving as well. "You too Bradshaw." 

Rooster opened his mouth to protest but shut up after seeing Penny giving him a 'mom' look, he knew that he should let the three of them talk. Jim followed them as well.

"You know a lot of things make sense now." Maverick started as after the door was closed. "Ice knew, didn't he?" 

"The whole time apparently." Y/N nodded in confirmation. "I went to confirm that day at his house." 

"An how long did you know...I...was-am...your."

"That first night at 'The Hard Deck" Darwin confessed. "To say the very last thing I wanted to be the first thing you knew about me was my relationship drama would be an understatement." She laughed slightly.

"Relationship?" Rebecca butted in. "With the bird?"

"Rooster." Y/N corrected with a glare. "And his name is Bradley."

"Okay okay." She raised her hands in mock surrender. "You were always so sensitive, you would think the Navy would have fixed that." 

Maverick would have been throwing Rebecca the same glare if he had not noticed the spike in the heart monitor. 

'Trust me I've taken criticisms all my life.'

"Is that really want to say to me right now?" Y/N continued to glare. "After all this time, YOU wanna give ME dating advice?"   

The two continued to stare at each other in silence Rebecca probably expecting Y/N to back down like before, but this was different and she wasn't the same little girl bringing home a 'B' on her report card.

"Why are you even here? 

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well you haven't spoken to me in forever so forgive me for having a  hard time believing you give a damn about my well being."

"Really Y/N, It's been 'forever' I highly doubt that." She rolled her eyes. 

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? is this a joke?" Y/N asked looking at her mother as if she was a crazy women. "Out of all the things you could have said, out of everything you should have said and you want to get technical about my the units in which I measure time?" 

"Well please do enlighten me on with I should be saying right now." Rebecca scoffed. 

"That you were wrong!" Y/N shouted. "That you were wrong to leave Mav and not tell him about me, that you were wrong to make my entire childhood an endless fight for you approval, for turning your back on me when I didn't want to follow your perfect, color-coded life plan for me. You singlehandedly wiped out all the chances for us to have a relationship together and not once have you hade the common decency to look either of us in the eyes and attempt an apology." 

The room fell into silence as they all let the words float around.

"I did what I thought was right." Rebecca states firmly staring down at the hospital bed sheets. 

"Get out." Y/N glared at the women. "When I first saw you I thought-hoped that maybe just maybe you had changed, thought about what you did, felt...anything about how this effected the other people involved but now I don't think that, that will ever be possible. So I want you to leave." 

"Y/N please, It's already been so long-."

"And that was your choice and now this is mine." Y/N replied. "I want you to leave."

After a few moment Rebecca picked up her purse and left the two pilots alone in the room.

"Seems like your destine to witness my obvious inability to have healthy relationships." Y/N joked after a few moments of silence. 

"As bad as this might sound I hope I can be there to witness anymore that you might have." 

"You were right that sounds kind of bad." She replied. 

"Darwin...." 

"Uh oh, I think I'm in trouble." 

"Why didn't you tell me sooner." 

"There never seemed to be a good time, with the mission and everything with rooster and...well both of us- and then Ice." Y/N explained. "I just didn't think you needed the extra stress."

"But you did?" He asked coming closer to her bed side. "We could have handled this together, what if I had died today? What if you had-. Why didn't you tell me sooner." Maverick asked again maybe hoping for a different answer. 

"I guess I just wanted to give you a reason to want me." Y/N confessed. "I mean you're 'Maverick' for god sakes, best of the best, five confirmed air to air kills and counting. I guess I though just being one of the best wasn't good enough."

"Every time you breath," Maverick started. "every time your heart beats, every blink is another reason for me to want you." 

Y/N didn't know what to say, all her life it seemed that the love she received from to have stipulations and standards, she had been preparing herself for more than ten years to hopefully meet the right ones in order to gain the love of her father.

"Look," Maverick said after a few moments of silence. "I wish that I could say all these years that I've been looking for you or felt that something was missing, or that I knew from the second I saw you that you were my kid, but what I do know is that I don't think I could live with myself if I wasn't apart of your life for however long you'd allow me." 

*-*-*

Y/N sat in front of the vanity as a hand comes front behind her and adjusts a piece of hair from her face.  "Honey are you sure about this?" Rebecca asked her daughter making sure the hair was exactly were it needed to be. "it's not too late to change your mind."  

"You know mother there I am starting to change my mind about something about today," Y/N glared through the mirror. "like the guest list." she hinted pulling the strand back to it's original place. 

"Um, Mrs. Y/L/N I think I heard the wedding planner talking about something being wrong with the flowers." Natasha informed interrupting the tense situation.

"Oh dear." Rebecca huffed. "I swear you should have just let me plan, things would be moving a lot smoother than it is now." She says before exiting the room, looking for the wedding planner no doubt. 

"What's wrong with the flowers?" Y/N asked once the door had closed. 

"Nothing but you looked like you were about to strangle her." She half joked coming to sit next to her. "But really how are you feeling? Just say the word and it you, me and the open road." 

"As tempting as that sounds..." Y/N laughed standing up from her chair. "I think if I run away from Bradley again he might enter his villain era." 

Before either of them could continue a knock came from the door. 

"Not that I'm rushing you but, how are we looking?" Maverick asked poking his head into the room eyes shut tight. 

"I don't know you tell me." Y/N said with a chuckle at his antics

Popping one eye open Maverick turns from caution to shock as he takes in his daughter's final look. "You look amazing." He compliments. "You know it's not too late to change your mind." 

"Does everyone else know something I don't?" She joked. "Just to put you at ease...I'm sure." 

"Then lets get this show on the road." He said holding out his arm for her to grab.

Standing just outside the door to the church Y/N tightens her grip in Mavericks arm as the music begins to play, she snaps her head to the side as her empty hand his grabbed and wrapped around another arm. 

"Ready whenever you are Kiddo." Jim informed with a reassuring smile. "Its not too late you know." 

"That's what I said." Pete informed with a smile to her daughter step-father as the door slowly open in front of them. 

*-*-*

-Bonus-

"Look I'm not saying I'm the only reason this wedding is even happening right now....but...I saved the grooms life, which in my opinion should have awarded me the position of 'best man'" -Jake "H_ngm_an" Sersin

"The question isn't if I think she could do better, It's does she think she could do better?"  -Rebecca

"I always though Y/N and I would make a good couple."  -Javy " Coyote" Machado 

"I hope she likes Hawaiian for the rest of her life." -Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

"I just hope you two have a amazing life together and I'm very thankful to have been invited so that I could witness that start of it." -Robert "B.O.B." Floyd 

"Bradley is a great pilot, but I just don't think I would put him on the same level as me just yet." -Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

"I wanna be the 'fun aunt', no pressure, but...hurry up." -Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

"I may not have saved his life, but I was chosen to be best man for a reason soooo." -Reuben "Payback" Fitch

[ofstoriesandstardust]

chapter 8 - renegade (b.r.b.)

a/n: chapter 7 flopped so here’s to hoping chapter 8 doesn’t as we near the end of this story

summary: Bradley is confronted with the aftermath of his decision and Sunshine gets unexpected advice from an even more unexpected father figure. 

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warnings: alcohol mentions, swearing, insecurities, semi-cliffhanger, it’s angsty, Sunshine needed her own heart to heart

word count: 1.9k

“are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these?/and let all your damage damage me?/and carry your baggage up my street?/and make me your future history?”

You groan, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes as you lean over on the metal bench. 

You must look ridiculous, you think to yourself.

Tucked away in a corner of San Diego State University’s massive campus, you felt like a fish out of water. 

You’d always wanted to come see the campus, especially with Bradley living in the immediate neighborhood, but had never been able to come up with a decent enough reason to actually visit. 

It was a pretty campus, old Spanish style buildings with the special tile roofs that always adorned the building style, flower bushes and trees shading the sunny campus. It reminded you a lot of the trip you and Bradley had taken to Balboa Park once for food trucks early on in your visit here and you could see why so many students flocked to this campus. 

Turns out, the campus was also good for giving you a place to cry in peace after fleeing from your fake-husband after he contested the divorce for your fake-marriage.  

You pull your hands away from your eyes, glancing at the time on your phone. You take a shaky breath, realizing that you can’t sit here and feel sorry for yourself for much longer, not if you want to make your flight and get the hell out of San Diego. 

Your head throbs from the morning spent crying as you stand up from the bench, navigating back the way you came as you walk in the direction of Bradley’s house. 

Your mind still feels fuzzy as you turn the corner on to Bradley’s street, no clear indication of what you should do. 

You’d never fought with Bradley, never once in the decade you’d known him. You didn’t know how to be angry with him, much less at odds with him. 

Because underneath it all, you were angry at yourself. Angry for getting attached, for failing in love with someone you knew you couldn’t have. 

Except- you could have him. He had tried-

No.

You stamp out the spark of hope alighting in you. 

Bradley Bradshaw had had more than a whole decade to confess how he felt about you and if it took a near-death experience for him to-

You pause, doing a double-take at the car in the driveway. You glance to the front door, teeth coming to worry at your bottom lip. 

With a sinking stomach, you tread the last few feet up to the front door, pushing it open slowly. 

It’s unlocked, you note, as you step through the entrance, walking the few feet into the living room. 

And there he stands, looking at the photo of Bradley at his graduation from UVA. 

The one you had taken all those years ago, when life didn’t seem so complicated, when you forced yourself to be content with friendship with Bradley because you were sure it was all that would ever be offered to you. 

He glances over at the sound of the front door closing as you stand there nervously, hands coming to clasp together in front of you. He offers you a warm smile, taking a step back back from the picture. 

“Admiral Kazansky, I uh- what are you doing here?” 

-

His locker slams shut in front of him, only pulling his fingers back with just enough time before they got crushed by the metal. He glances over at the brunette standing next to him, looking by all accounts, thoroughly pissed. 

“What the fuck Bradshaw?” She hisses. He glances up at his squadron, bewildered as they all look on with varying mixes of confusion. 

“What’d I do?” 

“What’d I do? He asks!” She throws her hands up in the air. “You know what you did Bradshaw!” 

He blinks, staring at her. “Nat, I’m lost.” 

She huffs. “You’re a moron.” 

He blinks again. “Can I be clued into why you’re insulting me or are you just going to keep yelling at me? I’ve kind of already had a shit morning Nat, so I’m not really in the mood for this. 

She narrows her eyes. “Yeah, I’ve heard.” 

“Lieutenant Trace, this isn’t your locker room.” They both turn, seeing Maverick’s figure. He jerks his head to the doors, to which she sighs. 

“This isn’t over yet Bradshaw, mark my words.” She whispers, before turning on her heel and heading for the doors. 

“Uh, Lieutenant Bradshaw-” Maverick pauses as he tugs the black shirt over his head. “Why are you here?” 

“Because this is my job?” 

Maverick sighs. “My office, please Lieutenant.” 

He huffs, stepping over the bench. The short walk to Maverick’s office is quiet and Maverick shuts the door behind him with a sigh. 

“Bradley, if- if you want to take some time for yourself, Cyclone and I- we would understand.” 

“I’m fine sir.” 

Maverick fixes him with a pointed look. “Cut the crap, Bradley. You signed divorce papers this morning. You’re allowed to not be okay right now.” 

He shrugs, eyes drifting up to one of the plaques on the wall. 

The plaque from the mission. 

“Bradley.” 

“I don’t know that I am, sir. Allowed to not be okay.” 

Maverick sighs, moving from where he’s standing behind his desk to in front of it, stepping right into his point of view. 

“Go home, kid. Take some time for yourself.” 

“Yeah, I don’t think Sunshine wants to see me right now. I’d probably be chased out of my own home.” 

A confused look crosses over Maverick’s face. “Why?” He shakes his head, pointing to the extra chairs in the office. “Here kid, sit down. Talk to me. What happened?” 

He sighs as he sits, leaning over to rest his forearms on his knees. “I did something so stupid, Mav. It cost me her.” 

“Kid, what did you do? Tell me what happened?” 

He sighs, reaching up to rub a hand over his face. “Last night, I tried- I tried to tell her that I loved her. She wouldn’t hear it, completely shut me down. Told me I was projecting my unresolved trauma and mid-life crisis on to her. And I just- I panicked. I just wanted to keep her.” 

Maverick reaches a hand out to rub his shoulder sympathetically. “So this morning?” 

He takes a shaky breath, lifting his head to face his godfather. “So this morning, I- I was gonna do it I swear.” His voice cracks on the last word, making him blow out a breath in a pitiful attempt to calm down. “But I- I just looked at her and realized I couldn't lose her.” He pauses, hot tears stinging at his eyes. 

“Mav, I contested the divorce.” 

-

“Maverick texted me. Told me what Bradley did.”

You sigh, crossing your arms. “Okay, so I’m still not following why you’re here. Sir.” 

Tom waves a hand, letting out a laugh. “Please, you aren’t a pilot. We aren’t on a Naval base. Brad married you, please don’t call me sir.” 

You nod, nerves still thrumming through you. “Okay.” You bite back the sir that’s threatened to follow just barely, earning an eyebrow raise from Tom. 

“I wanted to see how you were doing.” 

You shrug. “I’ve been better.” 

“Do you mind me asking what happened?” 

“Bradley’s a idiot. No offense.”

Tom lets out another little laugh. “He isn’t the brightest sometimes, yeah.” 

“He just- he doesn’t fucking listen.”

Tom hums. “He never really has been the best listener.” 

It’s silent for a moment as Tom takes a few steps closer to you and then he sighs. 

“You’re better than what Brad deserves, that’s for sure.” 

You cautiously raise your head from the hole it’s burning into the floor, frown forming on your face. “I don’t-”

He shakes his head, cutting you off. “You are. Not very many people would do what you’ve done for him.” 

You give a half-shrug, feeling your throat close up. “He was my friend.” 

“Was or is?” 

“I- I don’t know anymore.”  

Tom lets out a breath through his teeth. “Look kid, none of us will really blame you if you run as far away from him as possible. Lord knows he deserves it. But he’ll never find someone like you. You’re it for him. He just- he loves you so much. I’ve known it since the day I met you.” 

You swallow. “Thought you didn’t like me very much. Kind of failed at the whole first impression thing.” 

“His love for you is the only thing that ever made me take pause and wonder if I was wrong. You’re a great girl, but I mean it when I say that you’re better than what Brad deserves. I had my doubts, but never about you.” He sighs, resting one of his hands on your shoulder. “I saw how Brad iced out Maverick for a decade. I saw what he was like when he was volatile and vulnerable. I had my doubts that he would let someone like you see those sides of him and stick around. But I’ve also seen Brad at his most loving and he does love you, he really does. He just wants you to let him love you.” 

You give another half-shrug, eyes flickering away from the old man’s face. “I’m not good at this, you know? My parents hated each other. Hated me. I’ve only ever managed to date men who use me and treat me like the dirt beneath their feet and I just- I don’t know how to do all of this.” 

You take a step back from him as you shake your head, a tear slipping down your face. “You say that I’m better than what Bradley deserves but the truth is, he’s better than what I deserve. He’s so kind and funny and he’d do anything for his friends that I just-” 

You break down into tears once more.

“I’m not angry at him. I’m angry at myself for falling for him. I’m angry that allowed myself to put myself in this position when I knew it ended with me getting hurt.” 

“But it doesn’t have to end that way, with you getting hurt.” 

“How could it not?” 

-

“Bradshaw, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at home, trying to fix things with your wife?”

He sighs, taking a long draw from his beer before swinging his head to greet his best friend. “Good to see you too Phoenix.” 

She sighs, shaking her head. “You’ve fucked up.” 

He fiddles with a peanut, attempting to break the shell open. It’s a difficult process, the shell unwilling to budge and finally he sighs, setting it down on the bartop. “Phoenix, what do you want me to say? I know I’ve fucked up. I’ve maybe lost her forever, but- I had to try.” 

She looks at him for a minute before sighing, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. “Go home Rooster.” 

He shakes his head, eyes downcast on the wooden bartop. “She’s gone. Her flight left this afternoon. and I can’t- I can’t go back to that house, knowing it’s empty. I had her and I lost her.” 

-

The car idles in the driveway. 

He’s not sure what time it is, having lost track between when he left the Hard Deck and drove around aimlessly, avoiding going back to a home full of ghosts. 

But now, he’s even more anxious as his fingertips tap against the steering wheel. 

The porch light is on. 

The porch light shouldn’t be on, not if you left this afternoon like you were supposed. 

Why is the porch light on?

He’d almost be afraid to find out if it wasn’t for the hope suddenly coursing through him. 

Did- did you stay?

[tragic-shadows]

Alibi

Word Count: 410

Warnings: None

Pairing: GibbsxReader

A/N: just a short little drabble i came up with at 2am when i couldn’t sleep.

"You're not Fornell."

"Wow, that's a very good observational skill Y/N." Tony sighed, putting a file folder on the table. "Your prints were all over the crime scene."

"Of course they were, Jaxon was my ex. I'm sure my prints are everywhere in that house, not just where the body was."

"Yeah well. You didn't give Fornell an alibi so maybe you'll give me one."

You rolled your eyes, leaving back in your chair. This had been a three day long investigation already, and you were sure you weren't the one who killed your ex-boyfriend, but they all seemed to think you did. "I have one. I told him I was with a friend."

"And who would this friend be? Listen, Y/N, I believe you but it's gonna be really hard for anyone else to if you don't give me an alibi. Who were you with? I just need a name."

"A. Friend." You said through clenched teeth.

"Who?!" Tony shot out of his chair, slamming it against the back wall.

You bit back a rude remark but before you could answer the door to interrogation clicked open.

"DiNozzo." Gibbs shut the door behind him. "She's got an alibi."

"Ok… I understand that. But with all do respect boss, unless you know who she was with—"

"Me."

"You?" He looked between the two of you. "And what were you doing?" He asked that directly to you.

"Talking," you lied.

"Talking? You know you look down when you lie. So what were you doing?"

Gibbs answered again, "Me."

"What do you mean she was doing…" he trailed off. "Oh."

"She was doin' me. You gotta problem with that, DiNozzo?"

You were vaguely aware that your mouth was hanging open as he looked between the two of you. If you had a camera you would first take a picture of Tony's confusion, then one of the smug smirk on your husbands's face.

"N-no no boss no problem. I just.. you," he points at you, "were doing him? And he," he points at Gibbs, "was doing you?"

"Yes." You both confirmed.

"Sure there's something in the bed you could use as evidence."

"For how long?"

"Last night?" You ask. "Oh about-"

"No no no!" Tony exclaimed. "No details. Months, weeks?"

"Ok, then almost 7."

"Seven what?"

"Years," Gibbs answered.

"Seven- seven years?

You both nodded.

DiNozzo shook his head, not looking back as he left the room, shouting back, "You're free to go!"

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[seresinhangmanjake]

Beyond the Hills intro (College AU)

Ok so I had a lot of Signed Away part 14 written, but then I realized I needed to change it, so it's going to take me a little longer than I thought to get it posted.

Instead, I thought I would post the first part of the intro to Beyond the Hills to see if you guys like it because this is literally all i have to offer you at the moment 😅

Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: Technically, you and Jake Seresin have known each other for twelve years. All throughout your childhood education, you and Jake shared classes, lunch periods, homeroom teachers. It seemed if the opportunity for you to be in the same space arose, the universe made it happen. But you were not friends. Not enemies, either. Not much of anything to one another outside of the occasional class project partners. When high school ended you assumed that would change, but then you find yourselves at the same college, and once again, forced together. It seems no matter where you go, Jake Seresin is there. But you are not the shy girl you were in your youth. You want to try things now; party, have fun, do things you’ve never done before, and suddenly, for reasons you don’t understand, Jake seems to take issue with your new choices. 

Part 1 (intro)

You were quiet, shy, always had been, Jake remembered. From the very first second he saw you shuffle your way into Mrs. Paulson's first grade class, hidden behind your mother's leg and gripping the hem of her skirt for dear life, Jake knew the type of girl you were. Boring. Lame. No fun and not worth the time. But that didn't stop him from watching you when he thought no one else was looking.

He'd stare curiously at the girl who colored alone, ate lunch alone, parted from the group at recess to go play with the flowers and insects at the perimeter of the playground, again, alone. He could see your lips move, forming words for a one-sided conversation with the plants and tiny bugs who would never respond. He'd notice how you smiled anyway.

Weird---that was the word. You were completely weird. And yet he watched you still. He watched you grow, as he had grown. He watched you turn into a woman, as he had become a man. For twelve years he had tried to keep his eyes from searching for you, from seeking out the odd girl he'd found annoyingly intriguing, and he failed miserably. So when you walked into lecture hall C for the freshman English class, choosing to sit three rows in front of him, just two seats to the left, Jake knew he was fucked. If you were around, an uncontrollable part of him would always be tempted to find you. He supposed he could fight with himself to stay away, but that wasn't a battle he was sure he could win. After all, he'd never won before.

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[callsigndragon]

Seeing Red | Ch. 30: Jake - Red 📲

Summary: someone's clingy~

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If you go to settings and visibility, you should find this:

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[barbiewritesstuff]

Wife, girlfriend or Whatever: Chapter 4

-- HI!!!! Chapter 4 is finally done omg, I’m sorry if this isn’t amazing, I’m not sure how I feel about it but yeah I hope you guys still like it lol, I will get better for part 5 tho, promise.

Thank you so much @Igg5989 for beta reading this, I cannot do this without you. 

TW. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 GTFO, SMUT, p in v sex, oral sex (on both ends)

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“So, future Mrs Simpson, where do you want to go now? Back to the hotel?” Beau asked as soon as you stepped out of the restaurant and back onto the street, where the cold hit your face, flushing your cheeks.

“You promised me some window shopping,” you reminded him, following him down the road. 

“Right,” he smiled, “Wouldn’t want to disappoint my new fiancé immediately after proposing.”

“I can’t believe you did that,” 

“I told you I would make you pay,” he chuckled, “You can take the ring off, if you want,” 

“Yeah, I think I might, wouldn’t want it to stain my finger… Green really isn’t my colour,” you replied, turning the ring around on your finger. It felt strange, now that the fake proposal was over and the embarrassment had been washed away, you almost felt a little sad that it hadn't been a real ring, “On the other hand, how will everyone know I’m engaged?” you joked, trying to deal with your feelings in the only way you knew how, by ignoring them altogether.

“You make a fair point,” he said, “Maybe this will help?” he asked, grabbing your hand in his, interlacing your fingers with his.

“It’s a start,” you replied, turning away from him as you pretended to look at something on the other side of the road, “I think New York is growing on me,” you said, taking in the beautifully decorated shop window. 

“Don’t fall in love with it,” Beau warned, “NYC is a whole lot further than Santa Barbara,”

“Have you ever been?” you asked, “Santa Barbara, I mean,”

“Once or twice,” he replied, “It’s nice. The beach is beautiful, water’s warm…” he trailed off, “And eighty-third highest crime rate in California..” he added with a grin

“Says the man from Saint Louis,” you scoffed

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s like, the city with the highest crime rate in the US!” 

“I take it you’re not coming for Christmas, then?” he grinned

“I didn’t know it was a serious offer,” 

“It depends on your answer,” 

“Coward,” you poked him with a finger, “Don’t want me to meet your mama now we’re engaged? Why? Is there someone else? OH MY GOD, are you cheatin’?” you exclaimed, the Texan accent you usually tried to soften now coming through with the excitement. 

“Damn it you caught me,” he laughed, letting your hand go for a second. Before you could mourn the loss of contact, he snaked his hand around your waist and pulled you closer. Beau planted a kiss on your cheek, the feeling of it so electrifying that both of you paused for a second. You wondered if the gesture had reminded him of the kiss you had shared earlier that evening. It had made him pause, and while at that moment you had been happy the kiss had had any effect at all, now you wondered if it was because of surprise and not because of what you hoped… that he might return your feelings. 

Not that it mattered anyway. If he did, you would still be leaving, and he would still be your boss. HR would still investigate and it would still marr your record. Even if he did like you back, nothing could happen. Or that was what the rational part of your brain was desperately trying to make you understand while every other fibre of your being wanted him to never let go.

“HR,” you murmured, quietly enough that only Beau would hear, although if you had to be honest, while the rational part of your brain was trying to put a stop to it all, you were really hoping he hadn’t heard.

“You’re right,” he said, letting go of you, “Although…” he paused, “They’re not…here, are they…”

“Beau,” you tried to warn him half-heartedly

“All I’m saying is that I wouldn’t tell them, if we were a little less … professional,” he said, “Would you?”

“No,” you breathed, letting your mind wander, wondering what ‘less professional’ could mean. Your heart hoped it meant more hugs, and perhaps a few more kisses, but the heat pooling between your legs was telling you it wanted ‘less professional’ to end between the sheets. 

“We’re not doing anything wrong,” he tried to reassure you, “We’re just friends.” 

“Right,” you shot him a strained smile, “Just friends,” you added, “Just joking around.”

“Right,” he smiled back. Beau looked at his shoes, something he did whenever a situation got more awkward than he knew how to deal with, and then coughed, “I was thinking Madison Avenue.”

“Sorry?”

“Window shopping. I was thinking of Madison Avenue,” he explained, “We’ll take a cab though, I know you can walk on those, but it’s half an hour away from here on foot.” 

You hummed in agreement. Beau hailed a cab, displaying  the same efficiency he had at the airport. This cabbie, however, was silent for the entire five minute drive uttering only a quick hello when you climbed in and goodbye when you stepped out of the taxi and onto the avenue. While you imagined Madison Avenue to be somewhat impressive all year round, Christmas and its seasonal decorations had made it breathtaking. 

Beau walked you down the avenue, past Chanel and Tiffany’s and eventually past Saks department store, its front covered in impressive fairy lights, attracting everyone’s eye. You stood there admiring it for a while, until Beau tugged at the sleeve of the jacket you were wearing and motioned for you to move. 

He smiled at you, “Don’t get decorations like that in California, do we?”

“I’m thinking we were ripped off,” you laugh a little breathlessly, feeling slightly silly that you were so affected by little twinkling lights. 

“You’d get used to it,” he shrugged, “After a while it just becomes normal. Look,” he pointed at people passing by without sparing a second glance, “The locals just want to go home, they don’t even look at it anymore. The only people stopping by are parents with curious kids and tourists…”

“That’s sad,” 

He shrugged again, “San Diego has plenty of nice decorations, you don’t really notice those, do you?”

“I guess,” you admitted, “Doesn’t make it any less sad, though.”

Beau grinned, “I guess I just have to cheer you up, then,” he said, leading you into a side street on your right. You followed him as he sped up slightly until he veered right again and stepped into the biggest Barnes and Noble you had ever seen. 

“We have twenty minutes before they close,” he stated, looking at his watch, “Have fun,” he added, “I’ll be getting myself a coffee.”

You smiled and turned away from him, moving from section to section and row to row until the intercom crackled on and a voice announced five minutes until closing time. Gutted that you hadn’t even gotten to the section you had really wanted to get to and find the book you were dying to buy, you made your way to the café to find Cyclone. 

He stood off to the side of the café, leaning against a pillar, waiting for you with a cup of coffee in his hands, “Not getting anything?”

“No time, I’ll swing by tomorrow. I have a nail appointment anyway,” 

“Oh nice,” he smiled

“It’s not nearby, but I’d do just about anything for Stephen King, even if that involves braving the metro,” you joked nodding towards the poster advertising the book. An ardent love for Stephen King was another thing your father had passed on to you before his passing, and after his death, his complete collection had been willed to you. Sadly, because your apartment was so small, the fifty seven fiction novels, five non-fictions, several short story anthologies and the seven novels written under a pen name, now rested in a dark and dingy storage unit you rented for an outrageous amount of money from a horribly creepy and outrageously rude little woman with a terribly behaved dog. 

That was likely the only thing that really made you look forward to the new apartment, the living room was spacious enough to fill it with the shelves needed to host your Stephen King collection and the rest of your books too. 

“So,” Beau said with an amused frown, “Catacombs are creepy, and true crime is terrifying but Stephen King is fine? Remind me what kind of books he writes again?”

“Oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes

“Ooh,” he said, “Crabby. Drink up,” he added, handing you his half finished coffee, “They were closing up and didn't want to make two coffees.”

“Bullshit,” you called out his lie, “you’ve had too much to drink and you forgot my order.”

“Never!” he laughed, “I don’t get drunk.”

“Liar,” you smiled

“I’m barely tipsy,” he replied with a huff, “I can hold my liquor pretty well, princess. I used to be a frat guy, you know?”

“I fail to see what that has to do with anything, I’ve met plenty of frat boys--,” you said, emphasising the ‘boy’, “-- who couldn’t hold their alcohol.”

“I’m not convinced,” you shrugged, “I say you need to prove it to me. How about a few drinks at the hotel bar?” you offered

“Don’t want the night to end yet, babygirl?”

“Not when I’m having this much fun, Adm--” you started, stopping short in front of a shop window. The outside was dark, decorations having been forgotten, the only sign that Christmas was near being a small pine tree by the window topped with a small golden star but the inside was dimly lit by a small desk lamp by the till where a woman sat hunched over a notebook, furiously scribbling things down. Hiding her somewhat, back lit unattractively, was the most beautiful dress you had ever seen. 

It looked very similar to Grace Kelly’s dress in Rear Window, a black top with a white embroidered skirt, made to seem full with a generous petticoat and finished off with white elbow gloves and a lovely chiffon scarf. It looked enchanting. 

“Everything okay?” Beau asked

“All good,” you grinned, “Pretty dress.”

---

After a long evening walk in freezing New York, you were ready for the warmth of the Edison hotel, although neither of you were keen to go your separate ways. Something had shifted in the air, Beau’s comment about dropping the professionalism had made the air charged with something neither of you could put your finger on. 

“How about we have that drink, then?” you offered, reminding him of his claim that he never got drunk. You had drunk enough at the Rivage, but a small part of you wondered, probably aided by the very nice wine,  where the evening might lead if you didn’t go back to your individual rooms.

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea,” he said, his words contradicting his body, leading the two of you towards the lift and pressing the button for the rooftop bar. You stumbled onto the top floor with his hand against the small of your back. Beau led you to a small two person table near the edge, where you had the best view of New York. You looked at the view, the twinkling lights of the city that never slept looking more like stars than cars and buildings. You were suddenly shaken out of your reverie by Beau. He tugged your -- his -- coat off and hung it at the back of your chair. You turned around to thank him, finding yourself inches from his body. 

"Oh my God, how are you so warm?!" You chuckled as soon as your bare hand accidentally grazed Beau's shoulder. Although the rooftop bar wasn't by any means warm, the covered portion had been heated up sufficiently that keeping coats, gloves and hats on would be a little uncomfortable, but because he'd been walking around in the snow without a coat, you had expected him to be cold to the touch, if not downright frostbitten, "You're like a furnace," you added.

Beau grinned at you, extending his arms out into a T, inviting you in for a hug. You shrugged his coat off and dived in, making yourself comfortable in his embrace without a second thought, "I could live here," you said, voice muffled by his jumper and the skin of his neck. He smelled amazing, whatever aftershave he usually used had been swapped for something nicer and you couldn't deny it was doing things to you. It was musky and masculine, "I'm sorry, that was a weird thing to say," you mumbled.

"It's okay," he replied, wrapping his arms around you a little tighter, trapping you into him for a little longer, not that you wanted to go. You felt Beau bow down his head, hiding his face into the crook of your neck in the same way you were doing to him, and you wondered if he could feel your lips against his neck in the same way you felt his, and if it was eliciting the same thoughts. You tried to push them away but with no success. If you stayed any longer, you were afraid you might start to kiss any inch of exposed skin you could reach. You were dying to run your tongue against his neck, nip at his jawline, and run your hands against his bare flesh, regardless of the fact that you were in the middle of Edison's rooftop bar, surrounded by patrons and staff but you shouldn't. He was your boss, and would be for another few weeks. 

"I'd let you," he added, almost in a whisper. You weren't sure you had heard him correctly. Maybe your brain had made words out of the rustle of a coat, or you'd caught the last few words of someone else's conversation. Unwilling to face reality, you burrowed deeper into him and Beau chuckled, the sound of his deep voice crackling through him like thunder in a way that made your stomach flip. You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, the intention to never act on your all consuming attraction flying out of your mind as soon as you crossed his gaze. 

While still gentle, his eyes watched you with a sort of intensity that almost made your legs buckle. The strong arms holding you close to him in the hug moved, one came to rest at the small of your back, pressing you impossibly closer, while the other snaked its way up to your hair, his hand leading your head closer to him as he leant down. Beau kissed you, at first tentatively, almost asking if you really wanted this but he gained confidence when both of your hands moved to his chest, holding the crumbling fabric of his previously crisp shirt and pulling his upper body towards you.

The kiss, which had now grown deep and passionate, had short-circuited your brain and turned it into mush. You had all but forgotten the other patrons of the bar, or the taboo nature of your current actions, the only thing you were aware of right now, was the growing need you felt for him. 

He pulled himself off of you, coming up out of breath and flushed.

"It's shit, but if you want a drink, I'm sure we can make coffee in my room," he breathed, using up all of his self control not to dive in for a second kiss. You nodded eagerly, grabbing your bag and his coat so quickly you would have laughed and called yourself pathetic if you had had a clearer mind. 

You walked briskly out of the bar, Beau following right behind you. By chance, the lift doors opened and three men walked out right as you approached, letting you step into an empty elevator. As soon as the doors slid shut, Beau pushed you against the wall, caging you in with his arms around you and one knee pinned between your legs. He broke the kiss and you whined. Either he didn't hear you or he didn't care, but Beau didn't react, he simply kissed your cheek, going down to your jaw and then down your neck, peppering searing kisses against your skin, eliciting needy moans. 

He nipped at your collarbone and you let out a whiny "Please". 

He laughed. Beau opened his mouth to reply but the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Just in time, he flew off of you, stepping back into the opposite corner as two elderly women walked in. They stood right in the middle, keeping you and Beau separated. He seemed unaffected, hiding his tenting trousers with his coat while his other hand played around with a packet of cigarettes he had gotten out of his coat. He played nonchalance very well, but you were having trouble. Aside from the obvious flush and heavy breathing, you were acutely aware of your ruffled hair and blown out pupils. One good look at you and the two women would know exactly what the issue was. You weren't sure why you were so concerned that they would know, but your hand came up to smooth down your hair anyway. 

Under Beau's watchful gaze, which you could feel burning the back of your head with the same needy intensity he had displayed minutes ago, back when you were alone, you fixed your dress. Tugging at the back and smoothing the area over your ass, you then tried to stand casually, very aware of just how wet you were and ashamed that the women might know that too.

"You okay?" Beau asked, appearing behind you very suddenly. You jumped as he spoke, having bent down so he could speak into your ear, his breath feeling hot on the skin of your neck and fanning the flames of your burning desire.

"Bastard," you replied

"Watch your language, Miss," he whispered so only you could hear. The blush covering your cheeks only intensified and you tried to look down, hoping the downwards angle would hide your flush from unwanted spectators. The lift dinged again as it hit another floor and the doors opened to let in three middle aged couples. A strong hand grabbed you around the waist, fingers spreading wide to get a better surface area, and you were backed into Cyclone's warm and inviting chest. He coughed, you could feel it rumbling through his body, it sent shivers down your spine and you felt Beau smirk. 

Then, after what seemed like an agonisingly long time, the lift dinged again. You grabbed Beau's hand behind you and practically dragged him out to his room, only stopping short when you realised he had the keys. He let you in but you barely made it past the threshold before you pushed him against the wall and kissed him. 

Beau let his hands roam now that you were in the privacy of his hotel room. His fingers grazed over your legs, following the seams of your dress till he seemingly worked up the bravery to find his way under it. After some brief touches, he found the side of your panties and followed the hem around till he got to your ass. All pretence of shyness flew out the window as he grabbed a handful and groaned into your mouth. His hand flew out of your dress, finding the zip in the blink of an eye and undressing you as fast as he could, letting the soft fabric of your dress hit the floor with a gentle thud. Keen to gain the upper hand again, he pushed you off of him and against the opposite wall, caging you in again. He didn’t kiss you, instead, he stood back a little, admiring the underwear set you were wearing. A lacey red three piece set you wore to feel confident, consisting of a bra, crotchless panties and a garter belt holding up your thighs. 

“Fuck me,” he chuckled, “Fuck me,” he repeated, breathlessly. His arms fell by his side as he took a step back to get a better look at the ensemble. 

“Happily,” you answered, making him look back at you in stunned silence, like, despite having gotten you undressed, he didn’t expect that that would be where the evening was going. 

And to be fair, he hadn’t really thought this far. In fact, he didn’t really seem able to think at all, and he was glad you seemed to be able to. Beau looked at you, feeling very much like he had died and gone to heaven, and watched you frown. You grabbed his tie, dragging him closer to you. 

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Admiral,” you said in a sultry tone, “How about I fix that?” removing his tie in one swift motion.

Your fingers made quick work of his shirt, unbuttoning it with unparalleled efficiency and then of his trousers, letting the lot fall to the floor right next to your dress. You sank down to your knees and looked up, that simple action eliciting another groan from Beau, which was swiftly cut off when you leant in and ran your lips against the outline of his boxer shorts. His eyes fluttered shut, one hand coming to rest against the wall in front of him in an effort to keep himself upright. He felt your hands bring his underwear down, revealing his length. 

You let out a giggle as it accidentally bumped against your lips and Beau looked down, seeing you look up with hungry, blown out pupils and a smile on your face, his rock hard member hiding the centre of your face. You winked at him and moved, wrapping your pretty lips around the tip of his cock and licking the sensitive part of it. Cyclone let out a moan which seemingly spurred you on as you took on more of his cock, til he felt himself hit the back of your throat and your lips wrapped around the base of his dick. You gagged after a moment, tears forming in your eyes and when you came back up, you looked absolutely wrecked.

“Use me,” you whispered, popping him out of your mouth to speak, and Beau seriously wondered if this wasn’t all a dream. His brain didn’t seem to think so, though, because one of his hands automatically moved to grab a handful of your hair. You opened your mouth wide to encourage him, but Beau didn’t need it. Steadying you with his hand, he started fucking himself into your mouth at a leisurely pace, giving you time to adjust to a more comfortable position. 

Beau had always thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world, ever since you first stepped in his office, but he had to admit that while you looked gorgeous all made up, there was something to be said for the way you looked right then, with mascara streaking down your cheeks, lipstick smudged, and your lovely manicured fingers holding his thighs as he thrust himself in and out of your mouth at a quickening pace. He was getting closer to his high with every thrust and it took all of his self control not to allow himself to spill his cum inside your mouth. 

“Bed,” he said, pulling himself out of your mouth. You pouted but obeyed, jogging over to his king sized bed with an impatient smile. Beau went over to his suitcase, zipping a pocket open and pulling out a condom. You waited for him on the sheets, legs spread open so he could see your aching core. 

Moments later, the bed dipped in front of you. He kneeled down between your legs for a second before allowing his fingers to rub against your sensitive nub for a few seconds before travelling down and gathering up some of your slick. He watched it glisten in the yellow light of the hotel room before popping his fingers into his mouth and licking them clean, eliciting a needy moan from you. He then dropped to his elbows, pulling you forward towards his mouth as he threw your legs over his shoulders. Beau gently kissed the sides of your thighs, keeping eye contact with you and smirking when you whimpered and whined. Eventually, after a few more seconds of torture, he parted your lips with his tongue and explored until he found your sensitive nub. Closing his lips around it, he gently suckled, taking care to lick it at the same time until he could feel you getting closer. Your hips bucked in his face, desperate for something more than he was giving you and he smiled against your cunt. Beau held you down with both his hands, determined to have you come on his face and you did moments later with a moan he was certain the neighbours heard. 

He let you gently come down from your high before making his way back up your body for a kiss. While all the other ones had been eager and impatient, this one was more passionate and slow, Beau took his time to enjoy how your lips moved against his, how your tongue felt as it battled his for dominance. He lined himself up with you, gently pressing his member into your core. Once inside, he stilled for a moment and then thrust in and out in slow, careful movements. Beau tried to stay concentrated, savouring every noise you made and keen to make this last as long as possible but his orgasm was fast approaching. He lifted himself up til he was kneeling down, his hand travelled to your core, rubbing your clit until he felt you tighten against him, your hand flying to your mouth to muffle the sound of your orgasm. The added pressure sent him over the edge and he spilled his seed into the condom with a loud groan. 

Eventually, he pulled out of you. Tying the condom at the base and throwing it out before joining you in the shower, the hot water washing over you as you kissed. You didn’t want the evening to end, but as the clock struck midnight and the day ended with one last Frankie song floating through the open window, you fell asleep, wrapped in Beau’s arms. 

He laid awake a little longer, fighting against sleep in order to enjoy the moment a little longer before finally losing his battle and closing his eyes as Frank sang: 

"In the wee small hours of the morning

While the whole wide world is fast asleep

You lie awake and think about the girl

And never, ever think of counting sheep"