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sarahsmi13s · 9 months

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Rocks Are Allowed to Crack, Stars Are Allowed to Dim

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x fem!pilot!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n nivans, the daggers, pete mitchell, penny benjamin, diego and benny harding (oc father and son)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, angst, language, ptsd, description of accident, panic attack, injuries, descriptions of scars, flashbacks, fear of death, familial death (mentioned), crying, bottling up feelings, please please let me know if i missed any

word count: ~8.0k

a/n: this has been sitting in my docs and on my wheel for at least a year (please forgive the awkward moments). so i figured i'd take a sliver of the wheel and make him a little lighter! i've also been in a funk lately, so i thought getting something out there might help!

quick summary: everyone deserves someone to comfort them in their time of need, even the ones that always lend their shoulder

Ah, yes, dogfight football. Maverick’s way of creating a team. You play offense and defense at the same time. Tackling each other into the sand, sometimes into the water. It may be chaotic, but it’s fun and a great team building exercise.

Which is why you hated that you were running a little behind.

You sighed as you got out of your car and walked over to where Penny was sitting at the table.

You placed your aviators on your head, “I’m not late am I?” Penny chuckled and shook her head, “Just in time. Want a beer before you go?” You shook your head, “Nah, I’m okay right now. Care to watch my stuff?”

The brunette gestured to the items in front of her, chuckling, “I’m watchin’ everyone else's. I don’t see why not.” You chuckled and sat your wallet, phone, and keys down, as well as your sunglasses. You slipped off your shorts, folding them and laying them down.

“Nivans!”

You turned at the call of your last name, brows raised in curiosity.

It was Maverick.

“Hurry up and get down here!”

You turned to Penny, “This is gonna be fun.” You both laughed before you jogged across the sand to meet everyone by the water.

“Sorry I’m late, Mav.”

Maverick shook his head, “You’re not late, Rockstar. Can’t be late for fun.”

“Not gonna take your t-shirt off?” Phoenix asked when you stood beside her. You shook your head, “Nah, I’m good.”

Hangman sighed, “That’s a shame.”

You chuckled at him and bent down to throw a handful of sand at him.

“Watch it, Rockstar,” Hangman said, his voice light as he glared at you playfully.

“Or what, Hangman?” You challenged, eyes narrowed but a smile pulled at your lips.

Now, you and Hangman joked like this all the time. You considered each other best friends, which confused everyone else on base.

Jake Seresin was an asshole. He was cocky and arrogant. You, Y/N Nivans, were not an asshole. Quite the opposite, actually.

You were humble while still knowing your worth, but also showing anybody up if they proposed a challenge, and not being sour when you lost.

Jake went out looking for competition, you let it come to you.

You were also probably the sweetest thing to walk the planet. Most certainly the sweetest to walk the airstrip.

You were nice to everyone, always giving someone the benefit of the doubt until they truly proved they were an asshole.

You also took care of your team, they were your family. You always had the door open if someone needed to talk. Your arms were wide open when they showed up in the middle of the night because they had a nightmare and couldn’t shake it. You were their rock.

So, when you walked into the Hard Deck that first day of the Uranium Mission and hugged Hangman, everyone was confused — except Coyote who knew you from a year prior. But they didn’t verbally question you, choosing instead to ponder in private.

Hangman sighed, “Come on, Rocky. You're giving your enemy the advantage.” He tugged at your shirt and pulled you into his arms.

You laughed and pushed him away by his chest, “You’re gonna have to catch me first.” Hangman cocked his head to the side, “Oooh, that’s how it is?” You nodded, a smirk playing on your lips, “That’s how it is.”

You panted as you used your shirt to wipe the sweat from your face.

When you let go of your shirt you raised your arms, calling for the ball. They threw it to you and you took off for your endzone.

You felt the sand shift and you knew Hangman was behind you. You had to get rid of the ball, so you called out to your teammate, “Phoenix!” She ran ahead of you and you threw her the ball.

As soon as the ball was out of your hand, Hangman tackled you to the ground.

You laughed as you laid on your stomach, arms out in front of you.

“What was that about ‘catching you’?” Jake grunted from above you.

You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking. “Haha, very funny Hangman. Now get off, you’re heavy.”

“First, ouch. Second, nah, you’re comfy.” You laughed and shook your head, attempting to push off the ground and basically buck him off.

But, Hangman wouldn’t let you, laughing as he moved and made you fall back down.

In this new position, Hangman was putting pressure on a certain part of your back and panic shot through you.

“Seriously, dude, get up,” you tried to say with a laugh, not wanting to sound rude or like you were mad at him. He just smiled and rested his chin on his hands.

You closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing, but the waves hitting you pushed you over the edge.

“Jake, get the fuck off me.” You didn’t mean to sound harsh but you were panicking.

Jake was surprised by your tone, along with the use of his first name. He immediately got up and held out a hand for you to take but you just got up and ran to the table.

“Rockstar, where you going?” Maverick asked. You called out while still running, “I need a break for a minute.”

You got to the table, “Is it unlocked?” Penny nodded, “Yeah, why?” “Bathroom break.” Penny just nodded again and watched you take your sunglasses with you as you jogged inside.

Rooster ran over and hit Jake’s arm, “What did you do, Hangman?” Jake shook his head, “I’m not sure.” He put his hands on his hips and watched you disappear into the bar.

He felt bad, he wanted to chase after you and apologize but he didn’t know what he did.

“Well, you seemed to piss her off,” Phoenix said, shoving the ball into his chest.

Maverick looked at Penny but she just shrugged, meaning you didn’t say much.

You ran into the bathroom, throwing yourself into a stall.

You leaned over the toilet and waited to throw up. Tears had started running down your face the minute you stepped in the bar. You coughed and sobbed lightly as you tried to control your breathing.

After a few minutes of that, the nausea subsided and you slowly stood to go to the sink.

You turned the cold water on and splashed your face.

“Shit…”

You closed your eyes as the tight feeling in your chest loosened. You let out a shaky breath and looked in the mirror, cringing at the puffiness around your eyes. You grabbed your sunglasses and slipped them on before leaving the bathroom.

When you stepped outside you saw Maverick and Penny talking, and when you sat down they stopped talking and looked at you concerned.

“You alright? Gave Hangman quite the scare for a second,” Mav asked, squaring his shoulders to you. You nodded, resting your forearms on the table. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You rubbed your forehead, “Hey Pen-”

Before you could finish your sentence, a beer was sat in front of you, causing you to giggle, “Read my mind.”

As he continued to play, Jake still couldn’t get over the fact that you called him ‘Jake’ during a day out.

It wasn’t that you never did, but it was rare that you called anyone by their first name.

But it wasn’t just that, it was the way you said that really made him worry. He had never heard your voice sound like that before.

He looked at you from his spot on the beach, noticing you didn’t come back to join in the fun.

Hangman walked up to Phoenix, worried that he had really upset you and wanted help from the girl you were closest to. “You don’t really think I pissed her off, do you?”

She sighed, “I don’t know, Hangman. Even if you did, I doubt she could stay mad at you for long. She can't be mad at anyone for very long.”

Jake nodded and watched you stand up from your spot at the table.

You finished your beer and stood up, “I’m gonna head out.”

Maverick frowned, “You sure you’re okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just really need to shower. I’ve got sand in places sand shouldn’t be,” you said with a light laugh.

“Okay, drive safe. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yes, sir.” You collected your stuff and headed to your car.

Jake noticed you leaving and tilted his head, “Hey…” He patted Coyote on the shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”

He jogged up to the table to ask Maverick if he knew anything.

“Is she okay?” Hangman asked as soon as he came to a stop. Maverick shrugged, not looking up at the pilot, “She seemed okay. Said she needed to shower.”

Jake let out a breath, “So she isn’t mad at me?”

“I didn’t say that. But as far as I can tell, she’s just tired.”

Jake licked the sweat off his upper lip, putting his hands on his hips as he looked down.

“Hangman, honey, just go talk to her. If she’s upset with you, she’ll be honest about it,” Penny encouraged, giving Jake a small smile. He nodded and jogged to go find you before you left.

You were standing by your car, the door opened as you moved to get in when he approached.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jake called as he walked over to you. You smiled, “Hey, Hangman.”

Jake swallowed, “Look, I’m sorry about earlier. I was just messing around. I did-”

You held your hand up, cutting him off, “Jake, I’m not mad at you. I know you were just playing. But your tackle jump started my bladder and I wasn’t kidding when I said you were heavy.” You giggled a bit to show him you were teasing.

Hangman visibly relaxed at the sound, “Okay, good. I know I like to get under everyone’s skin. Sometimes I don’t know when to knock it off. I–”

You held up your hand, cutting him off. “Jake, I can handle your teasing. Yeah, you can get a little mean. But I know it’s all a big show. Come here,” you opened your arms and made grabby hands at Jake.

He just shook his head and chuckled, pulling you in by your outstretched hands and letting them find their place around his built torso.

He rubbed his hand on your back, nearly missing the slight tensing right beneath your shoulder blades before they relaxed. His brow furrowed but he didn’t mention it, thinking that maybe it was you tightening your arms around him.

He kissed the top of your head before you pulled away.

“Geez, Jake, you’re sweaty.”

“You’re not too dry yourself, Rockstar.” You laughed and playfully shoved him away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” You smiled and slid into your car, “I’ll kick your ass tomorrow Hangman.”

He scoffed leaning on the roof of your car and the open door. “Since when did you get so cocky?”

You smirked and placed your glasses on your head, forgetting that your eyes could still be red and puffy from earlier. “It’s not cocky if it’s the truth.”

Jake shook his head and looked back to the shore. “Uh-huh. We’ll see.” He leaned back and patted the top of your car. “Drive safe.” You nodded, and he closed your door.

He watched you start it up before driving away.

Jake shook his head and made his way back to the group.

Speaking of the group, they had all noticed the change in Jake when you showed up at the Hard Deck a few months ago.

While he was still his cocky self, having no shame in bragging and trash talking, he seemed to tone it down when you were around.

They also noticed how he always made sure to find you in the crowd, keeping an eye on you. Coyote joked that you had Hangman wrapped around your finger, that he would be at your side with a simple look.

Jake was painfully aware of the effect you had on him.

When he met you a year ago, he was starstruck by your dazzling smile.

So, naturally, in true Hangman fashion, he flirted with you.

With a toothpick between his perfect white teeth and his bright green eyes shining under the yellow lights of the bar, he walked up to you.

“I sure hope no one left you alone.”

When you turned, eyeing him up and down to take in the uniform, beer bottle popping as it left your mouth, his breath was ripped from his lungs.

“Well, you’re here now. I’m not alone.”

Seeing your smile up close caused Hangman to blush, and leaving him thankful that his tan could somewhat hide it.

“Well, ain’t I special.”

You nodded, giggling while looking down at the bar, “That you are. But, before this can go any further, I’m gonna be honest, I’m more dedicated to my work than anything else at the moment. And I have to be up by 5, so I’d hate to lead you on.”

Jake shook his head, but you continued, gesturing around the bar, “I’m sure there are plenty of girls here that would love to get attention from you and give you attention.”

Jake smiled –not smirked, smiled– while leaning on the bar, “Well, the only one I want attention from is you. Plus, I can’t stay out too late either. Gotta be at work early too, so I guess we’re both clocking in early.”

None of the feelings that day had been one sided. You also had been starstruck by Hangman.

He was broad shoulder, tall, tan, and had a voice that could make a girl swoon in a second. But you knew he was a pilot, his uniform gave it away, and you knew how they acted. Except, you liked Jake’s company and decided to talk all night with him.

Ironically, what you both did for work never came up.

So, imagine the look on Jake’s face when he saw you the next day in your flight suit.

“You didn’t tell me you were a pilot.”

You smirked, “You didn’t ask.”

He shook his head, biting his lower lip to hide his smile but failed.

You nodded to him, “What do they call you?”��

“Hangman. What about you?” You smiled, “Rockstar.”

You were able to peg why he earned his callsign very early on but he couldn’t seem to figure yours out.

Until he had a close call and couldn’t shake it.

The last day of training had just ended, tomorrow you might not come home, and to say you were nervous was a major understatement.

As you changed to get ready to go out with the squad, you couldn’t stop shaking. You knew you needed a drink… okay a couple drinks.

While you changed, Hangman was walking around, looking for you.

When he walked past the locker room, he caught a glimpse of you reaching to pick something up.

He turned to walk in, but stopped when he saw that you only had your pants on. But, before he could stop himself, his eyes trailed up your back; starting from above your waistline on your pants and going up.

Then he stopped, his eyes widening when he saw the large scar that looked fairly new – maybe a year or so old. It spanned from the middle of your left shoulder blade to nearly below your ribcage and was positioned diagonally across your back.

Jake quickly looked away, realizing that you must have not wanted anyone to see it if you hadn’t told him.

His brow furrowed as questions ran through his mind. Was that why you freaked out during dogfight football, the other day? Why you always tense up when you get an unexpected touch there?

Shit… He thought, feeling like a horrible friend for never noticing and never asking.

Jake took a deep breath and walked away, choosing to approach the locker room differently and pretend he never saw you.

He put on a smile and walked back towards the locker room, “Hey, Rockstar! You almost ready?” He stopped just short of the door, leaning his back against the wall.

Your head jerked up as you pulled your t-shirt down. “Uh, yeah, Hangman. I’ll be ready in a second.”

You finished getting ready and walked out, jumping slightly when he pushed off the wall.

“Geez Hang, don’t do that!” You punched his arm.

“Gosh, I forgot how hard you punch.” He chuckled and rubbed the spot on his arm as you both walked to the parking lot.

You all sat in the Hard Deck, drinking and playing pool.

“Dude, she’s kicking your ass!” Payback laughed as he clapped Hangman on the shoulder.

You were, in fact, kicking Jake’s ass in pool. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as the blond narrowed his eyes at Payback.

“Yeah, you feelin’ okay? You’ve been off your game tonight Bagman,” Rooster commented, smirking as he drank his alcohol.

Instead of clapping back at the jab, Jake just rolled his eyes and lined up his shot.

That made you frown, Hangman always had a comeback. Always had sarcastic quips to embarrass the other person. But he was silent.

You made eye contact when he stood, silently asking if he was okay. He just nodded and moved to sink another pool ball.

You didn’t want to drop it, but you did for the sake of having fun before facing the chance of death tomorrow.

Sometime later, after a few rounds of pool and drinks, you all stood around and just talked.

“Hey, did you guys hear about that one pilot that saved her WSO’s life when they got shot down?” Bob asked, looking around the group.

You clenched your jaw slightly, but not enough for anyone to notice.

“Bob, that happens all the time. It’s kinda what we do,” Phoenix said, squeezing his shoulder.

Rooster stood up and sat his beer down. “No, not the way this pilot did. Bob, I know who you’re talking about. I read the mission file, the only thing that was classified was the pilot and WSO’s names.”

You swirled the beer in your glass, not looking up from the amber liquid. “Did the pilot survive?”

When you finished asking, you looked up, trying to ignore the watchful eyes of Hangman as you met Rooster’s eyes.

The latter nodded, “Uh, yeah. Yeah, she did. But she had a pretty serious injury. I’m not sure if she was ever clear to fly again.”

You nodded and looked back down at your glass.

“And the WSO?” Jake asked, eyeing you as you downed the rest of your drink before looking at Rooster and Bob.

“He survived. But I don’t know if he still flies,” Bob answered.

“Well, that’s good that they both survived,” you said, your smile returning to your face.

Rooster shook his head a bit, “Yeah, but that pilot pulled a risky move. Saving some like that…”

Your smile dropped a bit, “People have their reasons.” You raised your glass, “I’m gonna go get another drink.”

Hangman watched you leave as the conversation changed into something more light hearted.

Jake took a step to go after you but Coyote caught his arm. “Hey, come on. Play me in a round of pool. Let’s see if you still got your game.” Jake looked from his friend back to you and saw you laughing with Penny and Maverick at the bar. That allowed him to relax a little bit.

“Oh, I still got my game. Let’s see if you found yours,” he smirked. “There he is!” Coyote laughed and clapped Jake on the back.

As Jake played pool with Coyote, you talked with Penny and Maverick.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded, laughing at Penny’s reaction to you telling her how you and Jake met.

“Pen, why are you surprised? Hangman flirts with every girl,” Maverick said, using his hand to point the direction of the mentioned pilot. You and Penny both nodded your agreement.

“Sounds familiar,” Penny says, a playful grin on her face making Maverick roll his eyes.

You had become so invested in your conversation with Penny and Mav, that you missed Rooster coming up behind you.

He placed his hand on your back, right on your scar, making you tense and jump in surprise.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya’ Rocky,” he took his hand off and leaned on the bar.

“You doin’ okay? You seemed a bit…” He glanced back at the group, thinking of the right word. “...tense a minute ago.”

You bit the inside of your lip, had you really been that obvious?

Still, you nodded and gave him your best smile.

But to him, he could see that it didn’t reach your eyes. He may not have been your best friend, but he had seen plenty of your genuine smiles and this one did not make your eyes shine like the others.

Bradley decided not to press, “Okay…” He turned to Penny, “Penny, could we get another round?” The bartender nodded, “Of course, but you’re reaching your cut off.”

Penny had set a cut off for drinks for the pilots not wanting them to go into this mission hungover. You chuckled and glanced back at the group, all of them messing around and having fun. “Yes ma’am.”

You turned to Rooster and then back down to your empty glass. Penny hadn’t refilled it yet, having started a conversation with you as soon as you came over.

You glanced at your watch, seeing that you had been there for a couple hours.

Penny sat a tray down, placing the full glasses on top. “There you are, Rooster. Who’s tab?”

Rooster opened his mouth to tell her to put it on his, but you beat him to it, “Put it on mine Pen.”

“You got the last round, Rockstar,” Rooster argued. You shrugged, “I don’t mind. Plus, I’m closing my tab for tonight.”

“What? You’re heading out already?” You nodded, sliding Penny your card, “I’m hitting my limit, Roos.”

Bradley searched your eyes for a moment, looking for any indication that something was wrong.

You were usually the one that made sure everyone was okay to go home and if they needed rides; so leaving early rung bells in Rooster’s head.

Penny gave you your card and receipt, “Thank you.” “Thanks Pen,” you gave her a smile before turning back to Rooster.

“Tell ‘em I’m heading out. I know if I do it I won’t be able to leave.” You gave him a one armed hug and turned to Maverick, “See you in the morning, Captain.”

“See you in the morning, Rockstar.”

Penny gently squeezed your hand, giving you a small smile as you slid off the bar stool and walked out.

Rooster, Maverick, and Penny watched you leave the building before turning to each other, concern written all over their faces.

“Is she okay? She’s been acting a little off ever since dogfight football the other day,” Penny asked the two pilots.

They both shrugged, Bradley looking up at her. “I was about to ask you the same thing.”

“I’ve noticed, but I thought it was just because Harvard and Yale had to eject the other day,” Mav admitted. “We were all a little shaken up by that…”

It was silent for a minute.

“You know… if one person knows anything, it’d probably be Seresin,” Penny said, pointing over to the pilot, who was very invested in the game he was winning, and basically suggesting that they talk to him.

Bradley sighed, knowing that Penny was right and if anyone knew you the best, it would be him. He grabbed the tray, thanking Penny and walking over to the group.

They all cheered when he sat the tray down, taking a glass for themselves.

Jake noticed that there was an extra and he frowned in confusion before he realized it was for you.

He looked up, eyes searching for you in the crowd, panicking a little when he couldn’t see you, “Where’s Rockstar?”

Rooster sighed, “She closed her tab and left. Said she reached her limit.”

Fanboy frowned a little bit, “Why didn’t she just tell us herself?”

Rooster shrugged, “Said if she did it would take longer for her to leave.”

“Does she seem different to you guys?” Coyote asked, finally voicing his concern that had buit up over the last few days.

The group shared a look before making small noises of agreement.

“I mean, she’s still the same Y/N. Still lighting up a room and being there for us like she always has been… I just… I don’t know.”

Rooster looked at Jake, “Hangman, you’re like her best friend, do you know anything?”

Jake shrugged and shook his head, “All I know is she’s nervous for tomorrow and the accident the other day shook her up a bit, but she hasn’t said anything else.”

He took a large gulp from his beer, hoping to swallow the confession of seeing your scar that he wanted to bring to light. You trusted Jake and he wasn’t about to ruin that by telling the squad what he saw when he wasn’t even supposed to know it was there.

Meanwhile, you walked the beach, taking in the fresh and salty air. You just needed the quiet time before you went home.

You sighed and pulled out your phone, seeing a text from Hangman and laughing slightly at the message.

Hangboy: Hey, I get that I kicked your ass those last few rounds of pool, but you could have told me you were leaving. I would have walked you out. Text me when you get home.

Also, there was an extra beer. I assume it was meant for you, but you left so I drank it. Don’t worry though, I can handle it.

You shook your head and opened your phone, but not to text Jake.

You went to your contacts and pressed the caller ID, putting the phone to your ear as it rang.

“Hey, Rockstar, what's up? It’s been awhile.”

You smiled, sighing, “Sure has been, Tundra. How are you? How’s the little one?” “I’m good. Ben is great, he wants to know when you’ll be by again to visit.”

You giggled at the fact the 6 year old wanted to see you. “Soon… hopefully.” “Y/N, I know that voice. Is it happening again?” You shook your head, despite the fact that Tundra couldn’t see you.

“No, no. Well, sorta, but this is different Diego.” You heard him shift, presumably crossing his arms. “What do you mean?”

You sighed, remembering that you couldn’t share all that much about the mission, even if he was former Navy.

“I don’t know how much I can tell you. But I got called back to TopGun, and I could be flying out on a mission tomorrow. A dangerous one.”

“Y/N, do they know?”

You shook your head again, this time to fight tears. “No, but I’m scared that mid air, I’m gonna freeze. I don’t wanna freeze, Diego. I haven’t frozen since our incident. But I don’t know what’s been wrong these past couple of weeks. I can’t seem to shake off this dread… this-this fear. I do-don’t-”

He cut you off, “Have you talked to anyone recently?”

You were silent and he took that as a no. “Y/N, you have to talk about it if you ever want to move past it.” “I did though. I had mandated therapy for my entire time in recovery.” “And have you been since you recovered?”

You threw a hand up, frustrated, “I thought I was past it! I hadn’t had an attack in a year, not until we were playing football. I-I thought it was just a one time thing, and then something happened during training and I just-”

You were cut off by a small, tired voice.

“Is that Aunt Y/N?”

“It is. Do you want to talk to her? I think she needs to talk to you.” “Yes, please!” You smiled as you heard the phone go to speaker and then be passed to the little boy.

“Hey, Aunt Y/N!”

You smiled, tears finally falling, “Benarino, hey buddy.” “I miss you. When are you coming to visit?” You wiped at your eyes with a shaking hand. “Soon, buddy. Really soon,” you sniffled.

“Aunt Y/N, why are you crying?”

You laughed, coughing a little at the end, “I just really miss you Benny. I can’t wait to see you.”

You looked back at the Hard Deck, seeing your fellow pilots laugh and sing.

“I’m gonna bring a friend too. If that’s okay with your mom and dad?” “That’s alright with me, Rockstar. I’m sure Lila won’t mind.”

“Who is it?”

You brought playfulness into your voice, “You remember the pilot I told you about? The one that thought he could fly better than your Aunt Rocky?”

The little boy giggled, “Yeah!” “Well, I think it’s about time you brought home the boy that stole your heart.”

“Diego,” you hissed. “We are just friends.” “Mhmm, sure.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes, “You should probably get Ben to bed before Lila wakes up.”

You heard Diego grunt as he picked up his son, “Goodnight Benny Boy.” “G’night Aunt Y/N.”

“Call me when you make it back.” You nodded, hand sliding into your back pocket, “Yeah, of course. Night Tundra.” “Night Rockstar.”

The call ended and you slid your phone into your unoccupied back pocket.

You took in a deep breath, trying to relax again. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In, out.

On an inhale, the scent of smoke filled your nostrils and it made you hold your breath.

Quickly looking around, you spotted a bonfire a couple yards away. Realizing it was harmless, you let out the breath and tried to relax your shoulders.

But, despite knowing it was completely harmless, your body went into a state of panic. Your chest tightened, limbs went numb, pain spread through your back, and tears filled your eyes.

You held a hand to your chest, the air stopping just before it made it to your lungs, and stumbled to your car as fast as you could, hoping you weren’t seen by your friends inside the bar.

Jake looked at his phone as he left the bar. You hadn’t texted him, and by now you definitely should have been back to your on base bungalow.

Hangman wasn’t going to panic, he knew you well enough that you would have texted or called him if something bad happened. Of course he felt anxious, who wouldn’t, but he was going to remain calm.

The reason you hadn’t texted him when you got home was because the moment you fumbled yourself into your place, you booked it for the bathroom.

Your knees smacked into the tile and you threw up whatever alcohol you had consumed before the strangled sob ripped itself from your throat. You crumbled to the tile as your chest refused to let air in.

Your skin felt hot and sticky, sweat coating it as you laid on your bathroom floor. It wasn’t helping you, your damp, hot skin sending you back to one of the worst days of your life.

So, in a frenzy, you ripped off your shirt and kicked off your shoes and socks before yanking your pants off, not even loosening your belt.

You crawled over the tub wall, too dizzy to properly stand, before fumbling with the knob to turn the water on.

Once you got it turned on, you jostled the faucet switch, a desperate sob escaping as it kept falling down before it finally stuck, turning the shower on and drenching you in water.

And that was how Jake found you.

Jake decided to stop by your place and check on you, that being his only option to get his anxiety to go away.

When he pulled up to your place and saw your car there, he let out a breath of relief.

He parked his truck behind your car and ran to your door, his chest lighter than before.

But his chest became heavy again when he made it to your door only to find it unlocked. You rarely left your door unlocked, if ever.

He cautiously pushed it open, looking around to see if anything was out of place.

Your keys were on the floor, your phone and wallet not too far from them.

Jake walked further in, making sure to close and lock the door behind him.

He held his breath as he looked for you. But his search was cut short when he heard the shower running.

He exhaled and had to take a minute to calm the drumming in his chest.

He cautiously walked to the bathroom, making sure to knock before walking in. He kept his head down so he didn’t see anything he wasn’t supposed to… again.

“Hey I was-”

The door stopped, hitting something on the floor.

Hangman squinted his eyes in confusion. It was your shoe. He kicked it out of the way and pushed the door open enough for him to just step in and close it.

He stopped with his hand on the door, realizing that the room didn’t feel like a sauna. There was no fog covering the mirrors and steam wasn’t filling the small space. You always showered hot, and right now the bathroom was freezing.

Jake finally looked up and saw you curled in the shower, the water cascading from the faucet and hitting your back. It was obvious you had been there for a while because you were shivering.

Jake sat on the edge of the tub cautiously, not wanting to startle you.

His heart broke at the sound of your quiet crying and the puffy redness of your eyes was a sight Jake never wanted to see again.

The eyes that usually held the brightness of the stars and a kindness that was unmatched, were now red, distant, and constantly filled with tears that fell over and mixed with the water drenching you.

He hated it.

Jake held his hand under the water and recoiled at how cold it was.

“Shit,” he cursed as he quickly turned it off.

When you didn’t react, he knew you truly weren’t in this reality.

“Y/N,” he spoke gently and touched your arm. He sharply inhaled when he discovered how cold you were. “Y/N, darlin’, we need to dry you off and get you in some warm clothes. You’ll get sick.”

Jake wasn’t sure if you heard him because you just stared ahead, biting on your nail. He sighed and pulled your hand away from your mouth.

He moved to pull his hand back but you grabbed it, your freezing cold hand latching onto his warm one. “Please don’t… Jake, please don’t leave.”

Your voice was quiet and broken, raw with fear. And he was sure that sent a shiver up his back.

Jake quickly shifted to kneel beside the tub, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your hand. “I’d never leave you hangin’.”

He looked you over, “Can I pick you up?” You nodded, letting his hand slip from your grip and feel it wrap under your legs.

He awkwardly shifted to lean over and pick you up, grunting a little as stood up. He was too pressed about his clothes getting wet, he’s sure he’s got pants somewhere around here.

Jake managed to open the bathroom door and walked to your bedroom.

He sat you on the bed and quickly grabbed the towel on the back of your desk chair.

Wrapping it around you, Jake kissed the top of your head. “You’re okay. You’re safe,” he spoke gently against your hair.

He pulled back and watched you bite your lip to keep your tears hidden.

You avoided his eyes, looking at your shaking hands.

“I’m gonna get you some clothes, okay?” You slowly nodded, lip trembling before you bit down on it again.

Your eyes didn’t follow him as he walked around your room, but your ears were very aware of Jake’s noises; everything from his footsteps to his mumbling.

In under five minutes, neatly folded clothes were placed beside you and Jake kneeled in front of you, his large hands resting on your biceps gently.

“Do you want me to stay while you change?”

It took you a second to register what he had asked, but he was patient and rubbed reassuring circles on your arms with his thumbs.

You inhaled, the familiar scent of his cologne calming you down a bit.

You were tempted to say yes, you didn’t want to be alone but you also didn’t want Jake to see you any more vulnerable than he already has.

You shook your head, unconsciously pulling the towel tighter around you.

Jake noticed it and nodded, “Okay, I’ll go tidy up your bathroom and throw some blankets in the dryer to fluff them up and get ‘em warm.” He gave you a small smile and stood, leaving the room and the door open just a crack.

You managed to peel off the wet bra and underwear, drying off before changing.

That simple task was exhausting. It felt like your bones had turned to rocks and your muscles no longer existed. But eventually, you did it.

You haphazardly dried your hair, basically just dry enough to where it wasn’t dripping, and walked into the small living room.

You sat on the couch, deciding to occupy your hands with your oversized shirt while you waited for Jake.

Minutes later he was on the couch beside you, wrapping you in the fresh-out-of-the-dryer blanket.

“Thank you…” Your voice had a rawness to it that made Jake shiver, something was really wrong and he didn’t know how to help.

He nodded and rubbed your upper back, “Of course.”

He sat there for a moment, just listening to your sniffles and weeping exhales, before finally turning to face you.

“What’s going on? ‘Cause this-” He gestured to you and your current state. “-is way more than just nerves for tomorrow.”

“I’ll be-”

“If you say ‘fine’, I swear,” he sighed to control his volume. “Y/N, you are not fine.”

“Jake…”

The blond pilot took a deep breath, looking at the sliver of couch cushion between you. “I saw it…”

If you weren’t going to be honest, then he needed to be. Maybe what he saw is connected to what was shaking you to your core all of a sudden.

He finally looked up at you and watched your breathing halt as fear filled your eyes.

Jake continued, making sure to keep his tone even, “I didn’t mean to. I was just looking for you in the locker room today and I-” He stopped talking when you choked out a small cry.

He immediately pulled you into his lap, one hand going to the back of your head and the other arm wrapped around your lower back. “I got you… I got you.”

Jake closed his eyes and rocked you a little as his mind went back to the day these roles were reversed.

Jake had sat in the locker room, flight suit half off and tied around his waist. His knee bouncing as his eyes went in and out of focus.

“Hangman!” You called as you ran down the hall. But he couldn’t hear you with the blood still rushing in his ears.

“Hangman! Hang- There you are!” You jogged to him and saw that his emerald eyes were blank, not the playful or confident eyes you normally saw. “Hey, Hang- Jake what’s wrong?” You knelt in front of him, putting a hand on his bouncing knee to stop it.

Jake looked at you, the concern swimming in your eyes breaking whatever resolve he had left.

The tears he tried so hard to hold in finally spilled down his cheeks.

You instantly cupped his face in your hands, wiping them away, “What’s got you so shaken up? I’ve never seen you like this.”

He shook his head, pushing your hands away as he sat up and leaned against the locker. “You’re not supposed to.”

You sighed and leaned back on your heels, “What happened up there?”

Jake wiped the still flowing tears, shaking his head, “I don’t know. I guess- Fuck I don’t know, Rockstar.”

You stood, “Talk to me, Jake. Please, I’m your friend and I want to help.”

Your tone was desperate and worried. This was a new version of Jake that you would have never seen if you hadn’t followed him off the tarmac.

Hangman finally got the guts to grab your hand and squeeze it. He took a deep breath as he tried to collect himself.

“I almost lost you up there. You’re one of my closest friends, we’ve only known each other for a few months and I feel like we’ve known each other forever. I never let myself be that close to anyone, but you made it so easy.”

His voice was raw and shaky. He was scared, but you couldn’t blame him. What just happened to you both was really intense and it was scary. But you were both okay.

You squeezed his hand back, giving him a soft but encouraging smile.

“Can we just- Shit this is gonna sound so weird…”

You knew where he was going, so you straddled his legs and wrapped him in a hug. “I got you Jake, I got you.”

That was when Jake realized the backstory to your call sign. You were everyone’s rock. You kept everyone sane, even at the expense of yourself.

Which is why you were currently shaking and sobbing in his arms. You never sought out comfort for your problems, a bad habit you picked up in high school. You always put everyone first, and you had it in your head that you couldn’t be vulnerable.

You pulled away from him, not meeting his eyes, “I’m sorry…”

“Why the fuck are you apologizing?”

“Because I-”

“Because you’re being vulnerable in front of someone?” You nodded, unconsciously playing with your fingers. “Look at me, please.” You did, biting your lip to hold your tears in.

“You are allowed to be vulnerable. You are allowed to cry. You are allowed to be scared. You shouldn’t have to hide your feelings from your friends. I’m sorry if we ever made you feel like you couldn’t talk to us.”

You nodded, staying silent, focusing on how Jake had moved his hand from the back of your head to your cheek to rub his thumb back and forth on your cheekbone.

Your silence broke his heart a little bit, making him think you didn’t trust him. But he knew he had to be patient with you.

He goes to move his hand away but you hold it there. “I thought I was over it…”

“Over what, Sweetheart?”

“The accident…”

Jake pushed some hair behind your ear, “What accident?”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as a few tears rolled down your cheeks. He wiped them away as he spoke softly, “Take your time…” You nodded, swallowing as you tried to catch your bearings.

“A year before I was stationed with you, I was flying a mission. It was dangerous, but still fairly routine. On my way out, I got hit. It completely destroyed my weapons system. Before I could get back up, I was hit again. This time it took out my engine.” You took another deep breath, looking up at the ceiling.

“We were dropping altitude fast and my WSO and I had to eject. We landed on a beach, we unbuckled so fast,” you chuckled, remembering the relief you and Diego felt before the shit hit the fan.

Jake smiled a little bit at the sound, but dropped it when you started talking again.

“However the jet had also crashed onto the beach too. The fuel had leaked and caused an explosion. I covered my WSO, and a piece of scrap metal lodged itself into my back.”

Jake’s eyes widened, more dots connecting in his mind, “You’re the pilot the squad was talking about at the bar…”

You nodded, wiping your eyes, “Jake, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. It’s just… when I was in recovery, if I wanted to fly again, I had to go through therapy. And I haven’t had an attack in a year…” You got choked up again, hot tears rolling down your face, “Hang, I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head, using both of his hands to wipe your face, “Hey, don’t be sorry. Do I wish you would have told me sooner? Hell yeah, but I understand why you didn’t.” You just nodded and relaxed into his hands.

“What happens when you have an attack?”

You took a sharp inhale through your nose before sighing it out, “It depends. I sometimes get flashbacks of the beach, everytime I close my eyes I just see fire and it’s fucking terrifying. Other times, when it gets really bad, I can feel pain in my back, but that’s rare.”

You bit your lip a little as you looked away, and Jake knew, “That happened tonight didn’t it?” You nodded, coughing a little bit, “Yeah, uh, yeah it did.”

“Was it because we talked about-”

“No," you said quickly. "W-well, I mean kinda… yeah. But there was a bonfire happening on the beach, and just the two things… my brain went into panic mode. Before you ask, I don’t really know what triggers it. But during dogfight football-”

Jake’s eyes widened and he dropped his hands, “Fuck, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

“Exactly, Jake, you had no idea. It’s not your fault. It was just the pressure on my scar made me panic, and I was back on that damned beach. But I’m not mad or upset with you because you had no idea. So don’t beat yourself up, please.”

Jake nodded, bringing you into a hug again, being mindful of the scar. “Jake, you can touch it. I know I’m safe.” He said nothing and brought a hand to run over the covered scar before tightening his hug.

“Can you tell me about him? Your WSO?”

You nodded, “Diego Harding, call sign Tundra. He has a wife and a son.”

“That’s why you-”

“Yeah, that’s why I covered him. He had a family to go back to.”

“What about you?”

You sighed again, using Jake’s shoulders to sit up, “Most of my family served. My dad was killed in action when I was young. My mom died when I was a teenager, leaving Piers to raise me for a little bit. Then Piers goes and sacrifices himself… so I didn’t have anyone to come home too.”

You shrugged and got off his lap, but snuggled into his side.

He rubbed lazy circles on your bicep. “Well now you do.” You looked up at him confused, “What?”

“You’ve got me to come home to, and I’ve got you.” He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Don’t get sappy on me, Seresin.” He just chuckled.

It was silent for a moment.

“Promise me that you’ll do your best to fly back to me,” he asked in a hushed whisper as if he were telling you a secret.

“Only if you do,” you whispered back.

He held out his pinky, “I promise.” You nodded, interlocking your pinky with his, “I promise too.”

“Can’t break that now, you know,” he chuckled, squeezing your pinky a little. You giggled a little before yawning, “I know, cowboy.”

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FLUMPY PART 4 ( JAKE SERESIN X READER)

SUMMARY: now at home while the guys navigate to looking after her in her recovery while she navigates her feelings to her new friend and now roommate since he was staying in the spare room to begin while also learning to get used to her new temporary life not being able to do much .

warning : adding the roommate trope to the list , the two get closer more flirty this chapter, we're getting there promise . mention of injuries , mutual pining , idiot in love flirty tension. little angst but more of goofy part to be honest . reader is in wheelchair after the accident but not permanently .

Once again the men left , some to get food while went, hangman and rooster wanted to stay it was new to see him like that and had her head reeling .

" so what weren't you telling me that little head thinking about " sarah asked .

" caught that huh" .

" caught the goo goo eyes at the tall blonde too" she winked .

" oh jake hang man i caught that too " maria simpson giggled .

" we've notice it even when she said she couldn't stand him" penny laughed .

" he beat up a dude twice for her ... dont tell your husband" nat gulp looking at maria .

" lips are seal wow how romantic" .

" yeah it was kinda bad ass .. don't tell hangman" she looked at y/n .

" wait he's the other one that requested leave to help her too" maria asked.

" does your husband tend to gossip like a high schooler this much" y/n asked shocked.

" only when it matters" she smirked .

" well i approve and i know your mom , tom , nick and carol would too" sarah smiled warmly .

"oh carol would be setting them up" penny nodded .

" oh honey whats wrong" they asked hearing a little cry .

" i miss them all so much" she sniffled starting to feel a little loopy too

. " they're here in spirit" penny kissed her head as sarah wiped her tears .

" i know but still" she cried harder.

" oh shit we broke her" nat joked. "Don't make me laugh it hurts" she sniffled .

" hey what's wrong darling" jake rushed to her side as the women shared smiles.

" i want my dead people back" she cried .

" what" rooster snorted .

" your mom, her mom , your dad and her husband " nat explained as they tried to not laugh.

" sorry it's not funny" sarah shook her head before they start laughing again .

" she get her meds" rooster asked.

" half an hour ago" penny wiped her eyes crying from laughing so much .

" explains it" jake smiled down helping her get comfortable .

" come on we let her settle,get coffee" nat herded them out the room including bradley.

" jake anyone ever tell you that your like a real life ken doll and g.i joe rolled into" she asked slightly dopey smile on her face.

" think you did couple times darling" he smirked .

" darling ugh i love that" she copied his accent .

" ok go sleep you" he laughed .

" so pretty i ever tell you , your pretty" she asked. " nope you did not unless pretty annoying counts" . " so pretty handsome pretty" she said dosing off . " think your beautiful darling" he whispered. "AWHH" he turned to see them all standing there . " not a word of this" he rolled his eyes.

Two week she was in hospital , she'd met the good samaritan charlie and his wife them giving her their number and address to keep in touch which she promised she would . Cops also visiting her taking her statement and let her know they caught the man who apparently was also drunk when he hit her only reason they knew was he crashed into a wall after a car chase that day and also was unharmed which she felt was like a kick in the gut since she was still in hospital and it was going to take at least ten more week of recovery also physiotherapy. But she was going home she sat as the beautiful nurse ruby went over after care as her dad , bradley and jake listened intently although the nurse gaze lingered on bradshaw the longest . when she finished she had her number over to the man incase he has more question .

" go roo" she cheered.

" you missy keep in touch too , i wasn't lying when i said you were my favourite patient although i will say my fellow nurses will miss the eye candy" she giggle as she hugged y/n .

" don't worry can't get rid of me but i will send some beach shots " she winked .

" sweetheart you little perv" jake laughed .

" hey what nurse ruby wants she gets after her excellent care" .

" don't be a stranger but also don't end up in here either" again her eyes lingered on rooster before she left.

" ok lets go push me i may be free but i'm not fully mobile yet" she cheered .

" you sure your in a rush darling we're riding in the bronco" jake asked.

" hey leave my baby along bagman" he gasped.

" it's not a bike but it will do" she sighed itching to get moving .

" i'm buying you a car any car you want princess" mav joked although she could sense the seriousness to it too .

" i guess these are only wheels i need for now huh" she looked down at the wheelchair.

" well then lets get rocking and rolling hot wheels" . " jesus christ bradley" the other two men hissed as her and roo laughed their ass off out the room .

Pulling up to her drive way was exciting , seeing the dagger squad standing a make shift sign in their hands along with penny and amelia. " hey where the ramp come from" her head tilted .

" bob got it , it's only temp one" rooster got out the car to get her only jake got their first.

" i gotcha" he smiled lifting her out of the car and into the chair.

hey look my new wheels" she said .

" oh your home finally" nat bounced towards her taking the chair from hangman and pushing her to the house.

" i mean i glad to be out of there but i think we might see a face around if someone grows a pair that is" she called back words targeted bradley.

" not only one who should grow a pair" he smirked at jake who glared at him . he was happy she didn't hear it or see how red his cheeks were.

The house was sparkling , looking around to see they cleaned it from top to bottom that was till her eyes stopped on the helmet that sat scratched , broken and in rough shape on coffee table .

" shit bob i told you hide that" .

" is it here?" she asked looking around at the pained faces.

" the garage when your ready" rooster crouched down to her level. " i wanna see it".

" no come on just enjoy being home pretty girl it can wait" .

" either someone brings me or i bring myself i wanna see it" she snapped .

" come on i wanna see it too" mav sighed.

" mav no she not.." .

" i got her" he said knowing she wasn't gonna give up . she was quiet as he wheeled her to the garage opening the door he but stopping turning to her.

" you sure?" and yet the words wouldn't come from her mouth so she nodded. He opened the door and closed it once they were inside he almost moved in slow motion walking over and pulling the sheet back . a gasp escaped her lips taking in the wreckage , lucky was an understatement as she looked at the completely destroyed machine. The way part hung off or the metal bent and scratched beyond repair but it in perspective of how close to never seeing her loved ones again. Her lip trembling and the sobs broke free , gut wrenching cries that made her dad snap out of his shock state and cover the bike before his arms wrapped around his daughter.

i got you sweet girl , daddy's got you" he repeated his own emotions getting best of him.

" get rid of it please daddy get rid of it" she hiccuped through the sobs that echoed through the room pleading like when she was little afraid of the monster in her closet or under the bed , she didn't care the other would hear them . " get rid of it" she begged.

" i will sweet girl lets get you into the house" he wiped his own face before the door that connected from house opened .

"i got her chair" rooster said not daring to look at the sheet it was evident on his face he was crying , they all were not a dry eye in the house when she looked around the room .

" i ruined the mood" she sniffled. " damn dust" rooster said swatting around them making her laugh only for the others to copy . " ok dustbusters lunch time" nat rolled her own teary eyes .

The mood restored as they ate food , she listened and laughed as they explained the trial and errors of setting her ramp up .

" cyclone said it was easy" bob held his hand up in defence .

" it was once we got the hang of it" fanboy fell over he was laughing so hard.

" wanna play on it later really test it out " .

" not in my chair you giants will break it"she yawned.

" she looks tired" nat face looked her over.

" med time too" bradley checked his watch.

" but i was having fun" she whined.

" we'll be back tomorrow hotstuff" nat winked.

" come on" jake lift her up and out of the room as she called good bye to others. " jesus in that much of a rush to get me to bed" she asked still waving at her friends leaving

. " know me too well sweet heart" he chuckled . she couldn't help miss her room and her bed but something was very different .

" why is there a baby monitor on my bed side table " her head tilt looking at the machine confused.

" chicken got them incase you need him during the night" .

" ooh that is clever.. Don't tell him i said that" she giggled.

" too late pretty girl wanna say it again only this time i can record it keep it with me for ever" he chuckled walking in pills in one hand and water bottle in the other .

" bagman do the honours i'm going to text ruby think i'm forgetting something" he said handing over them over .

" forgot my ass he misses the pretty nurse" jake handed her them as she laughed and groaned . " i miss being able to laugh with out pain" she pouted .

" they should help for now with that" jake smiled holding the bottle for her and she drank it back .

" can you sit with me til i sleep i kinda got use to it in the hospital" . " course i will sweetheart" .

He should of left an hour ago but yet he couldn't every little sound he was checking if she was ok .

" bagman the spare room is made up for you over" roosters voice called through the monitor.

" their not walkie talkies man , i'll head in now thanks.... Over" he chuckled giving her one more check before .

" goodnight darling" he whisper leaning down to kiss her head.

" awwhh cutie over" .

" creep" he shook his head walking out the door only to open door to spare room and rooster standing there.

" i figure you wanted them tonight , night lover boy" rooster patted his back heading to his own room .

" night bird brain " he rolled his eyes . " your good friend" he added closing the door . routinely he checked on her during the night from her to her injuries making sure the dressing were clean and she wasn't in pain then he went to sleep .

"Roo i need help" she whined sending him to his feet and into her room not caring he was in just his underwear.

" what's wrong , where hurts?" he began checking her over as she was completely taking off guard of half naked man in her room .

" where's roo" she asked forcing her eyes to his face .

" sleep what ya need, i can do it" he asked softly. " i need to pee" she whispered.

" i'll get rooster" he laughed heading out the room as it appeared both men decided to forgo clothes to be . wordlessly rooster lifted her half a sleep and to the toilet and back before some from of grunt and back to bed.

" oddly more efficient and less annoying half asleep" she giggled. " also why you here" she asked still trying to keep her eyes on his face although she did let them flicker .

" well i'm taking your spare room while you recover so get used to me being around" he shrugged trying to come off as confident but honestly he was a little nervous.

" he put the monitors in your room huh?" she asked seeing how nice her ceiling suddenly was .

" yeah i don't mind even if you snore like a hornet either" he teased .

" i do not snore like a super hornet , more like a kitten" she mused although her cheek felt on fire at possibility of her snoring in his ear though a monitor.

" no kitten don't shake the walls" he teased .

" that's clearly roo" she rolled her eyes .

" go sleep i'll wait til you are snoring" he wink loving the sound of her laugh or the little blush on her cheeks .

" no go before ROO's snoring keeps you awake night jake" she yawned. " night darling" he laughed heading to his temporary room .

" i ain't saying it man just pretend you didn't hear it , she enough on her problem without mine" she awoke to jake's voice as sun peaking in the curtains . it only felt like she closed her eyes and yet it was now morning .

" come on man just tell her she can help" .

" help with what why are you fighting this early" she groaned as they walked in fully clothed this time.

" jake needs help with something" rooster help her sit up although she wasn't fully awake and still groggy from her meds .

" it's nothing sweetheart ignore him" jake held the tray with her breakfast .

" ok you two are yelling and waking me up so tell me and give me real coffee" she yawned.

" he need a place to stay and won't ask" rooster spoke up .

" ok take spare room , coffee now" she grumbled .

"your using it anyways so just go with guys later to get your stuff while nat bathes me now bitches stop and coffee me " she said.

" told you" rooster stuck his time out. " coffee" she whined .

"shit sorry , you sure" he asked waiting til she drank it.

" yeah you'll be staying while i recover so why not just same as roo for rent and help towards bills and groceries" she said happier after her coffee.

" sorry for waking you pretty girl" bradley finally said. " nah its ok it's only ... 11 am what the hell" she wanted to rub her eyes but couldn't hole lack of mobility was killing her dramatic flare.

" thanks sweetheart" jake smiled. "Yeah next time don't be all bashful i maybe broken but i can still be useful ... can someone wipe my eyes" she asked sweetly.

she sat now cleaned on her bed at first the thought of being bathed at home well honestly was weird and yet funny as they wrapped the casts in plastic bags . " that was so good thank you feels nice to be clean and home" she sighed happily sitting on her bed as nat dried her hair.

" no problem although i didn't expect to come and find jake was moving in this morning you move quick"she laughed.

" not like that although he came into my room in just his boxer i think i died a little although so did roo not the same affect i mean think that cause he's my big brother in a way" she laughed.

" so half naked nurses " she giggled.

" i mean can't complain i don't think anyone would nat i could die with the hotness" she sighed dramatically.

" shh that's the front door" she laughed.

" new rule no shirts allowed" she yelled out . "your father is here perv" rooster yelled back.

" that's medication dad" she winced.

" i'll pretend i didn't hear it" he chuckled.

" do we take out shirts of or not" .

"keep your clothes on fanboy" the two girl burst into tear of laughter.

" hey was worth a shot" she snorted only for nat to hit the floor and guys rushing out.

" oh it's just phoenix" bradley said relieved .

" here let me help you up" mav held his hand out.

" love you too bradshaw" she snickered.

" what has gotten into you two" .

"we were watching magic mike" nat lied easily.

" got my own show of it last night" she whispered .

" i didn't heard that either" her dad walked out.

" what she say" .

" NOTHING" .

Monday came as she and bradley called their goodbye to jake eating their breakfast in her bed starting their morning at home . they watched countless hours of trash tv to the point they were taking score of the lie detector and paternity test result what was unexpected was how good rooster was at calling it .

" HAHA he fail i said it" she cheered .

" ok you won this times but i got the rest right pretty girl i know my trash tv".

" ok that's sad roo , this is sad" she looked at what they were doing .

" want to watch a movie or we could take you on a spin around the block .

" fresh air would be nice but i need to get dressed" she said sadly.

" and i've changed you drunk a lot in the past " he shrugged.

" i don't have a bra on" .

" i'll close my eyes pretty pst i got this" he smiled confidently.

He didn't have it not even close to it first he got it stuck before he put it on her head , then it got stuck on her arm which when he tried it hurt her so he had to look which was awkward as hell for both of them .

" we don't speak of it" she said as he wheeled her out the room .

" speak of what now" jake walked in the front door.

" i saw her boobs" bradley shuddered.

" that's not speaking of it and there not bad don't shake like that" .

" what me to show you mine make it even" he joked.

" no i seen them enough" she shuddered.

" see you did it too" he laughed.

" ok kids what are you doing" jake asked.

" oh walk around the block hot wheels here has cabin fever" bradley explained .

"scar face is right i can't take anymore paternity test and lie detectors" she pouted.

" you wanna take her i'll get lunch started" bradley asked .

" yeah sure i'm finished for day anyways" jake threw his bag down and took her chair.

" you can't cook , he gonna burn the house down" she yelled .

" i seen your boobies" he called making her shut up instantly.

" next time you play magic mike sweet heart give me heads up" jake teased .

" hard to magic mike it when you can barely move one arm and not move the other" she rolled her eyes.

Fresh air was so needed , seeing the birds in the sky or bees in the flower . even just feeling the slight breeze in her hair it was magical . little thing she missed being stuck at home or in the hospital . she missed work to itching to get back to being in the hanger, she loved her job and it suck not being about to do what she loved.

" what going on that pretty head of yours" jake asked instantly taking her attention funny she well not hated but didn't like him and now she looked forward to seeing him .

" pretty careful might think you don't hate me" she joked.

" never did wise ass" he laughed.

" fair anyways this all of it being out and enjoying the world instead of watching it out the window" she took as deep breathe letting it fill her lungs.

" you'll be running around in no time darling back to the hike least this time you won't ignore me" he chuckled.

" yeah i was an ass" she shook her head slightly guilty of her behaviour .

" nah i deserved it i was the ass" he said softer.

" we are both asses you can be left cheek and ill be right since it's my good side". " plus hard too ignore you ... being the account of you being so blonde i mean" she backtracked .

" hmm i don't think that's what you meant sweet heart do explain" he came closer she could feel his breathe on the back of her neck .

" i'm medicated don't let it go to your head bagman" she narrowed her eyes at him .

" nuh uh none of that i like my name coming from those pretty lips" he didn't know how it turned this way but he was enjoying the flirty tone.

" hey i'm broken you don't need to flirt cause you feel bad" she fake sniffled .

" ain't flirting cause your broken ..." .

" oh y/n your home bradley never said" an elderly woman came over to the two.

" hey mrs wilson i sure am" she smiled at her old neighbour .

" how are you doing dear" she gave a pity filled smile. " oh well intact sort of but i'm here" .

" who is this fine young man" she cooed batting her lashes.

" jake seresin ma'am nice to meet you" he shook her hand and y/n though the woman was melt on spot because she was same lately.

" jake actually new room mate naval aviator like roo not young though" she giggled . " but fine huh" he whispered in her ear making her gulp.

" oh she is very red maybe bring her in out of the sun" the woman worriedly checked her over.

" oh god kill me ... i mean i'm fine i'm fine" her voice went all pitchy only adding to the flush .

" best be going" jake held the laugh in .

" i'm medicated" she hissed.

" hey pretty girl med time come on" rooster called from their porch.

"oh kill me now."

PART 5

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