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[anurst]

Girl Bradshaw

Summary: Seeing your estranged brother and godfather so close and friendly, makes your insides churn. You lost Pete, the only father you've ever know, because of Bradley. So, why the hell were they acting as if Bradley hadn't hated him for the past nineteen years.

Pairing(s): Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F! Bradshaw! Reader

Warning(s): language, estranged family issues, reader's got daddy issues and brother issues, reader's got a set appearance but feel free to change it you want

A/n: I have the next couples chapters written out already and it could work as a non jake seresin x reader. I was wondering if that's something you'd all be interested in or if I should keep it as a jake seresin x reader

Part 3: All is said and well or is it?

"Bradley?"

The past two years of Bradley's life feel like taboo when he hears your voice call out to him. The fight you two had nineteen years ago comes flooding back to him and guilt pools in his stomach. Your young, crying face flashes in his mind.

The moment your eyes land on Pete behind Bradley, rage sets in. The only man who acted like a dad to you and then cut you off. The man who was the reason you lost your brother was standing six feet away from you.

"Braidy..." Pete whispers as your mouth runs dry. Silent, you look from Bradley to Pete and back to Bradley. He's so different from the teen you knew nineteen years ago. He's a man now. He's taller, his hair is darker, there's faint scars on his neck and face, and most of all, he looks like the spitting image of your dead dad. Looking at him makes you sick, and you force yourself to look at Pete.

Jake, uncomfortable with the tense atmosphere, comes up behind you and places his hand on the small of your back. His touch makes you jump and you grab his arm before twisting it. A pained cry escapes his mouth as the people around you move to help Jake. Realizing what you've done, you let Jake go and take a step away. Your breathing is uneasy and your body feels hot.

"What the hell!" a black man says as he comes to step in between you and Jake. You see more people start to close in and your body goes rigid.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm not good with touch- I really am sorry," you stutter. Jake is rubbing his shoulder blade and looks at you with worry and confusion, except you never look at him because your eyes are back on Bradley.

The rest of the dagger squad now have their eyes on you and Bradley. Natasha is the first one to make the connection. You and Bradley almost look the same. Your features are more feminine, but the similarities are undeniable. The only difference between the two of you is that your eyes are blue, a trait you inherit from Carole. Despite the difference in eye color, Pete's reaction to you proves a relationship between the three of you.

Also, your name is Braidy? Wow, Bradley and Braidy. Your parents were comedians. "Shaw!" a young voice calls out. All eyes turn to see a little blonde girl running towards you. As all your worries and problems fade away, a wide smile makes its way to your face. You crouch down and pick the little girl up.

"My girl!" The girl wraps her arms around your neck and she places her hands on your each side of your face.

"Daddy said to come save you," she mumbled before she buries her head into your neck. You chuckled before patting her back.

"I'm saved. Thank you."

"You have a kid?" Bradley asks, his eyes wide as he looks at the girl who's trying to hide from all the prying eyes. You brush him off before turning to Jake. You sigh again and a guilty and sorry look over comes your face.

"I really am sorry, Jake." Jake simply nods his head and you take a deep breath. "Who brought you here?" you ask Sarah as she plays with your hair.

"Eva." At the mention of the woman, you turn to look at the bar and see her watching you with Zack. Nodding at the two of them, your eyes go back to the girl.

"I'll take you home now. How about I read you a story and we can rewatch that disney movie you like." Sarah nods happily to your offer. You're about to leave when Pete calls out to you. Reluctantly turning your eyes to the older man, the sorry look he has on his face gives you a little satisfaction

"I-"

"Don't. Just don't. I don't care." Heartbreak spreads onto Pete's face at your words. Your heart aches at his face and the memories of the despair you felt when you realized that Pete abandoned you runs through you.

You quickly turn on your heel and start walking to Zack and Eva. Telling them the situation, Zack agrees and gives you the keys to his car. After, you make your way to your friends and tell them you're taking Sarah home. Bradley calls your name and you pray that he doesn't make a scene.

Your friends eyes watch with confusion as the your brother tries to plead you to talk with him. Jensen's the first one to act when he sees the tension in your shoulders. "Sorry, bud, but we've gotta get the little lass home. It's late, you know." Bradley dismiss him as he tries to get you to look at him but your eyes are stuck on the floor.

"Braidy, please. I'm sorry! Please look at me! Talk to me! I'm your brother!" You scoff in disbelief as you roll your eyes.

"My brother left me when I was fourteen. As far as I'm concerned, he might as well be dead cause I've been on my own since freshman year of high school." Sarah's small whimper makes you cradled her head as you calm yourself. "Look, we're gonna be working together. Just stay out of my way and leave me alone, Bradley."

Jensen puts a hand on your back and acts a wall to separate you and Bradley. When your brother tries to get closer to, Carlos and Ethan are quick to their feet to push him back, and Amy and Nolan are trying to stop the questioning eyes from watching any further.

When you make it to the parking lot, your shoulders feel lighter and the night air is calming. Sarah's head becomes heavier on your shoulder and you know that she's fallen asleep. You take the keys that Zack gave you and toss them to Jensen. You strap Sarah into her car seat and settle into the passenger's seat. The drive to the Ramsey residence is quiet and your mind is running at high speed.

When did Pete and Bradley make up?

Why hadn't they told you?

Why did Pete cut off all contact with with you after you told him about the argument between you and Bradley?

Why is it that Bradley is one that always gets a dad while you don't?

Jensen softly closes Sarah's bedroom door behind him as he runs a hand through his hair. After years in the raiders, his footsteps make no noise as he makes his way to the living room. He sees you leaning against the couch with your knees pulled to your chest and your head buried into your arms.

"(y/n)?" he asks softly. You don't move at all and he sighs before sitting down next to you. "You in there?" He bumps his shoulder with yours and you finally look up. Your eyes are blank and he frowns. He's seen this version of you, and he hates it. The last time he's seen you like this was after what happened in Russia.

Before he knows what he's doing, his hands are cradling your face. You let out a shaky breath and your eyebrow twitches as you try to stop yourself from crying. Jensen smiles softly as he brushes your hair out of your face. "There you are beautiful girl," Jensen mutters softly.

That's all it takes before you let your tears fall. You let Jensen pull you onto his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. By now, you're straddling his legs and you face is buried into the crook of his neck. "I hate him, Jensen..." you croak, your hiccups almost making it impossible for Jensen to understand what you're saying. The only thing he can do is rub your back and give you soft whispers of reassurance.

By the time you're done crying your heart out, your eyes are puffy and you feel exhausted. You've shifted from your previous position and decide to lean your head on Jensen's shoulder instead. The rattling of the doorknob sends you both into flight or fight mode and you both relax when Zack walks through the door, a tired and worried smile on his face.

"You feeling ok, (y/n)?" the blond asks you as he moves to set his things down. Silently nodding at him, you grab your things and let him press a gentle kiss to your forehead and thank both you and Jensen for taking Sarah home and staying. You wait by the door as Jensen and Zack exchange a couple words. You know they're talking about Bradley but don't have the energy to tell them to just leave it alone.

Once he's done, Jensen leads you out the door and is at the bottom of the stairs when you stop. You're standing at the top of the porch stairs and look down at him. He turns to you with a confused look and asks what's wrong. "I love you," you say, you eyes staring into his. His cheeks slightly flush as he chuckles.

"I know."

"I'm serious. You're my best friend."

'You're the only person who I really think of as my brother' is what you don't say out loud, but Jensen understands what you're trying to say.

"And you're mine," he replies.

Your eyes are still puffy when you wake up. The sun isn't even up when you rise from your bed. Grumbling, you shut off your alarm and begin to get ready for the day. A day you dreaded once you found out that Pete and Bradley were going to be a part of the team that your own was going to have to cooperate with for a mission.

Knocking at your door stops you from thinking any more about your family. Checking through the peephole, you see Jensen standing with a tray of two iced coffees in one hand and a bag in the other. Opening the door, you let him walk into your apartment.

"Brought you breakfast. Ice coffee and an everything bagel, toasted, with strawberry cream cheese." Smiling, you let him set everything up on the dinner table before sitting across from him. Silence fills the room as you both eat your own bagels. Jensen's the first one to break it. "You gonna be alright today?"

Wiping your mouth with a napkin, you nod. "Like you said, I'm gonna have to be ok with them being here.” Jensen frowns before throwing his trash out.

“Still. Maybe we get Nolan to talk to Chambers. Get them switch out or something.”

You shake your head, “They’re here and this mission is happening.” You wipe at your mouth again and grab your personal things. “Ready?” Jensen nods

You’re grateful that the pilots aren’t here when you and Jensen join your squad in the conference room. Ari enters and requests to speak to you in the hall for a minute. Your team gives you worried looks and you assure them it's ok.

"I heard what happened yesterday," Ari starts and you curse under your breath. "I need to know if you can work this mission." You sigh and look up at the taller man. Your frown causes him discomfort and it's visible in his furrowed eyebrows.

"I can and I will."

Ari purses his lips and runs a hand through his neat hair. "I knew. I knew that your brother was one of the pilots chosen for this assignment. I thought- that you two were on good terms, so I apologize for any problems that have come up." You chuckle softly at his words. Always prim and proper.

"It's not your fault, Chambers. You didn't know."

"I do know that the dagger squad has been stationed at Miramar for the past 2 years."

Miramar? Wait- that's

"45 minutes from here," you whisper and Ari frowns. Pete and Bradley have been 45 minutes from you for the past two years? What a sick joke.

"SOO Chambers?" Pete calls out from behind you and you're faced with the group of pilots from yesterday. Jake seems to light up a little when your eyes meet. Your heart skips a beat and you gulp.

"Captain Mitchell," Ari says, his voice void of any emotions. "Welcome to Camp Pendleton."

"Thank you." Pete's eyes are on you. You take a deep breath in and exhale before turning your head to Ari.

"I'll be inside." You're quick to walk inside and take your seat in between Ethan and Nolan.

"(y/n)?" Ethan asks, his voice soft. You give him a small smile and try to calm your anxiety. The door opens and you stare at your tangled hands that are resting on the table. Feet shuffle around the room and the pilots take their seats on the opposite side of the table, parallel from your team. There's a thick aura when everyone's seated.

Jensen's glaring daggers at Bradley, who keeps his gaze on you. Nolan's having his own staring contest with Pete. You raise your gaze to look at the person who's sitting opposite from you and you're glad that Jake's the one who you see. The dirty blond gives you a smirk and you feel the corners of you mouth start to turn up.

Ari clears his throat while he stands at the head of the table. All eyes turn to him and blinds start to shut while the lights dim. "This needs to end. This mission will not function with all the hostility. Meadows, Mitchell, keep your teams in line." The two men nod and Ari continues, "Your assignment. It's a warehouse that is suspected to be run by an international criminal group. Ghost team," your team perks up at the name. "You're assigned to infiltrate, recover, and asses. From our intel, there's a chance that there's confidential information stored in the warehouse that may reveal more information regarding the criminal group. From there, you'll asses the threat the this group poses and whatever action you deem necessary.”

"Chambers, I have to question the credibility of reconnaissance information," Nolan says and your team shifts uncomfortability. "We don't what a repeat of what took place in Russia."

Ari nods in agreement, "I've already taken precautions. Reconnaissance was conducted by elemental leader Bud Buck, who I know you're aquantanced with." Your team smiles at the mention of the older man.

"That's where he's been?" Amy laughs and Carlos grins.

"You know Buck. Man is made to be in the military and even more a spy," Carlos muses.

"Satisfying enough, Meadows?" Ari asks, keeping his professional demeanor. Nolan steals a quick glance to you and nods. "Now then, that leads us to the Dagger team. While this sounds like a job for raiders, I assure you your skills are necessary. Elemental leader Buck has done some geographical recon and the warehouse is surrounded by enemy missiles. In addition, there's an enemy base located south that's filled with enemy pilots. Your job is distraction and protection. You keep the skies busy and we'll take care of the groundwork. Any questions?"

You raised your hand and Ari nodded at you. "How does a international criminal group afford and set up missiles to guard their warehouse?"

"That relates to the information suspected to be held within the compound. Buck and his group have a theory that they may have serious funding from international government figures. Get the info, and we can trace where and how the money came from."

Sighing, you fell back into your seat as Ari continued to explain how your team would infiltrate and how the pilots would be proceed in order to not get your team caught up in their fighting.

"You'll ship out in 1 week. The weather will be at its best so it won't pose any trouble. With that, I wish you all good luck." Ari stood and respectively nodded to everyone before leaving.

A silence followed and no one moved. "My team is willing to call a truce, if you can put your own personal matters aside Captain Mitchell," Nolan says. He's standing tall, his back straight, his shoulders are square, and his face is tense. You've ever only seen him act like this once. After Russia, when your team was on the ropes and you could've lost everything that mattered to you.

"Of course, Meadows," Pete smiles. Nolan narrows his eyes.

"Good. My team has a scheduled training session right now, so if you'll excuse us." Your team let’s you be the first one to leave the room before following after. As you all make your way to the locker room, Amy holds you hand into the woman’s locker room.

"We'll all here for you," she whispers. You let her give you a tight hug before she moves to grab her stuff and change into her workout clothes. You do the same and bite your lip so hard it almost draws blood.

45 minutes. They've been 45 minutes away from you this whole time. You wondered if they ever thought about you while they having the time of their lives together. Anger filled you and you know one way to get it out. You have to hit something.

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[killthewhisperingart]

Sleep Tight

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Word Count: 529

Summary: After a long separation, Bradley finds solace in your arms as you think back on your relationship.

Warning(s): N/A

A/N: First work! I do intend on making longer fics after this, but I wanted something short and sweet to get me out of my funk. My requests are open btw ;) just in case anybody had any ideas

His skin was so warm in comparison to yours. He had only just gotten home a few hours prior, and he wasted no time in shedding his clothes and crawling into bed with you. He was exhausted, his caramel locks all askew, and soft bags resting below his eyes. He was only supposed to be gone for two months, then it turned to three, then a full six months had passed since he had been home.

You were fine, keeping up with the house, making sure the Bronco got it’s oil change, everything was fine. But Bradley felt horrible for leaving you at home for so long. He always felt bad leaving you. Even after a six year relationship, he was crushed everytime he had to go. You learned to cope, but you wondered if he ever would.

He sighs softly, nuzzling his face against your chest, his arms tightening around you. You were a bit jealous that he falls asleep so quickly, and so deeply. Soft snores escape him, and you can’t help but run a hand through his hair. 

The two of you are supposed to go to a barbecue tomorrow, and as you look down at him, you wonder if you’re ever going to make it. He had a habit of ‘hibernating’ for day or two when he comes back home. The only time he ever lets go of his Rooster persona, waking up much later than normal. He looks so scandalized everytime he wakes up half passed noon after a mission.

You look towards the window, the curtains pulled back, and the windows cracked to let some wind in. The central air conditioner had been broken for about a week, and you wanted to wait until Bradley got back home to have someone come look at it. This was a habit you’ve had since the early days of your relationship, when Bradley had found out that the maintenance man had been overcharging you for his services, and not your landlord.

The breeze blows against the curtains, and outside you can see the trees swaying softly as the sun slowly starts to set.

“We should get married,” You whisper softly, running your nails across his scalp. You said it so low, you barely heard it yourself, and you wonder if you ever even said it at all. You had been fantasizing about it for a while, maybe a year or two. But you knew just as much that Bradley wasn’t a wedding kind of guy. In the past, he had danced around the subject, avoiding it expertly, much to your chagrin. 

You know that in the morning when you both finally rise and pull yourselves from your comfortable bed, the idea of marriage will still sit heavy on your shoulders. You know that eventually, you will need to have the conversation, a conversation that will either end in marriage or end in a breakup.

But for now, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as you press a soft kiss to his forehead. You don't seem to mind all that much in the moment, as you are both in a bubble of love.

[petcr3]

something to rely on | chapter one

series masterlist (coming soon!)

summary: despite being separated, bob floyd is there to support his wife and their son after she sustains some injuries in a car accident.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: separation/divorce, reader is frequently referred to by she/her pronouns, is called bob's wife/ex-wife, mrs. floyd, etc. bob and reader have a son, but i have tried to be as inclusive as possible with regards to appearance and the type of family! (meaning, if i've done my job correctly, charlie can have been adopted, not necessarily carried by the reader, etc.) non-graphic reference to a car accident, non-graphic description of injuries. chapter one is set entirely in a hospital. readers parents are present in the story, still married, and have a good relationship with reader because this is fantasy lol

a/n: lads, it's here. some of you have been hearing me blather about this story for fucking ages and chapter one is finally done. i'm proud of it, i think, but if nothing else i simply cannot keep sitting on it, so here it is! very excited for this story's future <3 i hope you love charlie as much as i do lol

It’s a rare occasion that one hears Bob Floyd before seeing him, but you suppose your getting into a car accident is a special enough occasion. 

Things feel hazy–– with two broken wrists and a broken leg, you’ve been given quite the painkiller. You’re not sure how long you’ve been awake, exactly, but it can’t have been very long. There’s a digital clock on a small table next to your hospital bed, but your neck is too sore to turn far enough over to see it. A thick wooden door is shut against the buzz of the floor outside: the ringing of phones, the click of computer keys, and the clatter of patients being wheeled to and from scans and tests and specialists. 

Even amidst all that, the sound of Bob’s words cuts through. He’s raising his voice, you realize. That’s not like him.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the nurse says on the other side of the door, “but outside of visiting hours I can only admit family, and––”

“I am family,” he says, impatient. 

“I understand that, but when a patient is separated––”

“Separated,” Bob interrupts, “not divorced. That is my wife and the mother of my child, so will you please let me see her?” It sounds much more like a demand than a question. The nurse sighs, clearly frustrated. 

“Let me go speak to her.” She steps out from behind the counter and cuts Bob a severe look. “If she is awake, I’ll let her know you’re here. But given that rest is one of the most crucial things for her right now, I will not be waking her up. You can wait.”

“Thank you,” comes his clipped reply. The nurse approaches your room, only a few steps away from the front desk–– Bob would have just gone straight in, had he known— and when the door creaks open, he can be seen standing over her shoulder–– a respectful distance behind, at least.

“Ma’am, there’s someone here to see you,” she says. You can tell it’s taking everything Bob has not to run to you, but he’s smart enough to know that showing this nurse any more disrespect isn’t wise. “He says he’s your husband,” she continues, “but if you don’t want to see him, I can tell him to leave.”

“No, that’s okay,” you say, “he can come in.” She turns around only to discover Bob right behind her. He squeezes quickly past, murmuring a hurried thank you before practically flying to your bedside. All his frustration quickly dissipates as he leans over you, a deep furrow in his brow. Over his shoulder, you see the nurse shake her head, exasperated, and leave, shutting the door behind her.

“Hey honey,” Bob says, hand lifting to brush across your cheek, as if it’s two years ago and nothing has changed. “Are you alright? What happened?”

“I’m okay, Bobby,” you reply, tired. You surprise yourself, though, using his old nickname like that. Since you two broke up, you’ve only ever called him Bob. “Someone lost control of their car in the rain, apparently. You owe that nurse an apology.”

“And I’ll give her one later. First I need to know that you’re okay.”

“I just said that I’m okay,” you laugh softly. “Bob, I’m fine.” Reluctantly, he nods, leaning back to grab at a chair. He won’t even stand all the way up, refuses to take his eyes off you lest you run off somewhere else to nearly get yourself killed.

“How’s Charlie; is he with your parents?” You nod, heart clenching at the thought of your son, how distressed he must be right now.

“Yeah,” you say, voice getting a little watery. “Yeah, I got to talk to him a little while ago. He wants to come visit after my surgery tomorrow.” Bob’s brow furrows. 

“Surgery?”

“Just my left wrist. The right one and the leg only need braces, but,” you sigh, “yeah, the left one took the door pretty hard, so.” He nods.

“How about your head? All okay up there, no bleeding?”

“I have a concussion, but that’s all. They know what they’re doing here, Bob. Don’t worry. I’m gonna be just fine.” He studies you for a moment, then sighs, nodding his head again. “Not so fun being on the other side of it, huh?” you say without thinking. It isn’t meant to be cutting, but blue eyes snap up to your face, a faint expression of shock on Bob’s features. 

Still, you have a hard time feeling too guilty. How many times have the roles been reversed? How many times have you held your baby boy to your chest murmuring reassurances that you can’t promise are true? How many times has Bob been gone, unable to tell you he was okay or even alive? Or looked up at you under the harsh white light of a hospital room on base and told you there was nothing to worry about when you both knew that there was? 

Bob schools his expression into something a little softer and gives a curt nod. You can’t decide if that was over the line. But that had always been the problem, hadn’t it? 

Neither of you had known how easy it would be to push each other over their limits. You’d thought love and a thick skin would be enough to survive the looming fear of losing your husband. Bob had thought it would be easier to outrun the guilt he always felt leaving you behind, the way it weighed on his chest like an anvil. Eventually, your wounds were rubbed raw and his ribs began to crack beneath the pressure.

The times when he was home were supposed to be precious, but they had become tense, uncomfortable. It wasn’t good for either of you, and it certainly wasn’t good for three-year-old Charlie. Splitting up had been the best choice, even though it pained you both to admit it.

Bob had been adamant about a separation rather than a divorce. Ex-spouses of the military were still entitled to some benefits, but for Charlie’s sake and yours he wanted to remain legally married. You’d both agreed that if you met other people and got serious enough, a divorce would be back on the table. It hadn’t been the easiest decision, but now, laying in a hospital bed, you can’t help but feel grateful. And how many people can say their ex husband came rushing to their side in an emergency? 

Regret is already creeping up across your skin.

“I’m sorry,” you say softly, reaching to touch the back of his hand. Your fingers brush awkwardly against his skin where they protrude from your brace, but you can see the gesture means something to him–– his eyes shine a little sadly when he looks at you. He gives a faint shake of his head. 

“S’okay. Me too.”

Despite your best efforts to persuade him otherwise, Bob stays the night in your room, sleeping with his legs slung across a second chair the nurses had been kind enough to provide for him. (He’d apologized to the nurse he spoke to when he arrived, and she’d taken it rather graciously, all things considered. In her place, you’re pretty sure you would have had him thrown out.) You fall asleep fairly easily, exhaustion having taken its toll, but you wake up in the wee hours needing the bathroom. You press the call button, hoping it won’t wake your sleeping companion, but Bob rouses when Jermaine, one of the nurses, comes in. The whole bathroom song and dance is a process you certainly don’t enjoy, but you’ve gotten used to it over the past several hours. 

“Can’t get enough of me, huh?” Jermaine quips, walking to your bedside.

“I keep guzzling water when he’s not looking,” you say, nodding towards a still groggy Bob. Jermaine only laughs and pulls back the covers.

“All right, ready?” 

“Yep.” You grimace as he braces his hands beneath your armpits to help lift you up enough to get into your wheelchair. You sigh as Jermaine rolls you to the bathroom and braces an arm around your waist to help you onto the toilet. The door stands open, but you’re too drained to care–– besides, this isn’t anyone’s first rodeo.

You don’t see the way Bob’s eyes widen with worry. How he watches each maneuver carefully, filing it away in the back of his mind. The decision had been made before he walked through the door, really, but seeing you struggle only cements it. He doesn’t say anything as Jermaine helps you back to bed–– only a quiet thank you as the nurse leaves the room. He can talk to you about his plan tomorrow.

A low murmur of voices filters into your consciousness as you wake that morning, your eyes flickering open to see Bob standing with Dr. Alvarado, who will be performing your surgery. She notices you shifting in your bed and comes to your side, Bob following suit on the opposite, returning to his seat.

“Good morning, Mrs. Floyd,” she says warmly, “how are we feeling?” Your mouth is dry and you swallow thickly before responding.

“I’ve been better,” you rasp, wincing at the scrape of your voice. Bob is holding out a cup of water before you even have a moment to think, and you start to reach for it before faltering. In the fog of waking up, you’d almost forgotten.

“I’ve got it,” he says quietly, bringing it to your lips. You drink, far too worn out to protest.

“Your procedure is scheduled for 12:30 this afternoon. It’s about 8:15 right now. That’ll give you some time to rest before pre-op. I’ve also been told you have a special visitor, if you feel up for it.” Your heart lifts, and you can’t help but look expectantly up at Bob. 

“Charlie?” 

The hopeful lilt of your voice splinters something in his heart. He smiles, tight-lipped but genuine all the same, and nods. 

“Uh-huh. I know you said the plan was post surgery, but your mom called saying they were up and ready to go. I figured you’d want to see him.”

“Yeah,” you say, voice high and thin, “yeah I’d like that.” Dr. Alvarado smiles. 

“I’ll let them know. They’re all very anxious to see you.” You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks. Ordinarily, you try not to let Charlie see you crying. With the separation, you’ve been doing everything you can to be his rock. You remember how scary it was when you were a child to see your parents upset, or worse, hurt. But today, you don’t know if you’ll quite be able to manage it. Gracelessly, you swipe at the tears on your cheeks, but before long, Bob is at the ready again, tissue box extended toward you. You nod your thanks and clasp one in between your fingers. Blotting is much easier. 

You’ve just about gotten it together when the door opens again. 

“Mommy?” Charlie calls, and you hate how you can hear the frightened tremble of his voice. He makes it a few steps over the door jamb when he sees Bob. 

“Daddy!” For a heartbreaking moment, wide eyes dart between the both of you, unsure of where to run. 

“Go say hi to Daddy, sweetheart,” you say, heart swelling to see the reunion. Charlie beams and runs directly into Bob’s arms.

“Hey, big man!” he says, scooping Charlie off the ground in a strong embrace. “I missed you so much, little bear.” He presses a big kiss to your son’s cheek and is rewarded with a delighted giggle that has you crying again. Hurriedly, you dab at your eyes once more.

Your parents enter the room behind Charlie, your mother’s smile wavering and your dad’s brow furrowed. The braces make hugs awkward, but your parents’ presence is an enormous comfort.

“Charlie’s been very brave,” your father informs you. “And we’re all very glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” you say wetly, wishing you could hold their hands. “I love you guys.”

You cast a glance over to your left, where Bob and Charlie are engaged in conversation, faces close together and voices hushed. Watching Bob parent has always made your heart ache, even now when things have fallen apart. He was meant to be a father, plain and simple. People who don’t know him might expect a Navy man to be gruff, tough on a child, especially a son. But Bob is all gentleness when it comes to your Charlie. He is patient and invested and even though you two aren’t together, it’s difficult to imagine parenting Charlie with anyone else. 

You tear your gaze away to talk with your parents, explaining what happened and asking about how Charlie has been coping over the course of the last few hours.

A few feet away, Bob has his son cradled close in his arms. 

“I was really scared,” Charlie confides in him, “but I gotta be brave for Momma.” Bob’s heart breaks just a little, and he smooths a hand over Charlie’s hair. Perhaps this instinct to protect is just built into the little boy– knowing you and Bob, that’s a distinct possibility. But Bob can’t help but worry it’s a result of the split. 

“You don’t have to be brave for Momma, honey,” he says softly. “That’s our job. Parents get to be strong for their kids, not the other way around. It’s okay to be scared when someone is hurt. And it’s also okay to express that. Especially with me and Mommy. And being strong doesn’t mean you can’t feel your feelings. In fact, being able to feel your feelings is a part of what makes a person strong, because some feelings are really hard.” Charlie listens to his father with rapt attention–– he always has. “But it’s important not to ignore them. Does that make sense?” He nods sagely when Bob is done talking.

Bob can’t help but smile, heart swelling with affection. It’s moments like these when he thinks he could leave it all if it meant getting to spend every second of every day with his baby boy. 

“Should we go say hi?” he asks, bouncing Charlie gently against his hip. Charlie nods, his gaze flickering over to you. 

Though you’re talking with your parents, you can’t take your eyes off of your son. Call it selfish, but ever since you’d been able to think straight you’ve wanted nothing more than to see him. You’re reaching out for him the second Bob starts towards you, but he gives you a look.

“With your leg?” he asks quietly, even though Charlie is right there in his arms.

“I still got one good one,” you quip,” and I think a hug is gonna help me get better much quicker. Besides, all my problems are below the knee— I’ll be fine.”

Bob has always had trouble saying no to you. 

“Be gentle, okay bud?” Charlie nods.

Carefully, he sets Charlie down in your lap, positioning him mostly on your uninjured right leg. 

“Hi baby,” you beam, the pain you’re in practically forgotten. “I’m so happy to see you!” Charlie snuggles immediately into your chest, eyes impossibly big when they look up at you. Tucking him under your arm is awkward, but you do it anyway.

“Hi Mommy,” he says quietly, like he’s afraid talking too loudly will hurt you.

“Hi,” you say again, matching his hushed voice, smile wider than it’s been for the duration of your stay. Bob stands slightly off to the side, feeling a little bit like an intruder. Still, he can’t help but watch the way your eyes sparkle when you look at your son. He’s never seen anything like it. 

A gentle hand on his shoulder catches his attention, and he turns to see your mother, her expression warm. He counts himself incredibly lucky that your parents don’t hate him. Sometimes he hates himself for what happened, and yet they still treat him like one of their own. The three of them exchange hushed greetings, each thanking one another for taking care of the two of you.

Over in your hospital bed, you’re playing with the ends of Charlie’s hair. He’s been telling you about everything that happened between yesterday afternoon and now, cheerily informing you of how much he cried and how he got to choose what he and your parents had for dinner last night. You drink in every detail with enthusiasm, grateful as ever for his enormous heart and his resilience.

“I was really scared,” he says softly after a moment. You nod.

“I bet. I was scared too.”

“Daddy says it’s okay to be scared.”

“Daddy’s right, baby. It’s more than okay to be scared. It’s important— it’s how our brains keep us safe.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. You know how I’m scared of snakes?” Charlie nods. “Well, not every single snake is dangerous, right? But there are some that are. And because my brain remembers that some snakes are dangerous, I get a little scared when I see them. That fear is my brain telling me to be careful and stay safe.”

“So I was scared because it’d be dangerous if you got hurt?”

“Kind of! It can also be scary to not know what’s happening, right? Because if you don’t know what’s happening, it’s hard to get ready to deal with it. And it can be scary to know that something sad might happen, because it’s hard to feel sad.”

“I don’t like feeling sad,” Charlie says, nodding his understanding.

“Me neither, baby bear. But today I’m not even sad, because you’re here.” Your son’s cheeks turn pink and he hides your face in his chest. Heart swelling with fondness, you cross your arms over his back in an awkward embrace and press a kiss to the top of his head.

“Is it okay if I’m a little sad?” he asks, voice muffled by your hospital gown.

“Of course it is, sweetheart. You gotta feel your feelings. And feelings don’t last forever; they change all the time, right?”

“Right.”

Out of sight, Bob swipes a few tears from his eyes. He’s always proud of Charlie, but he’s proud of you, too–– with three limbs freshly out of working order, you would be well within your rights to be out of sorts, but there you sit, still parenting admirably. Beautifully, even. Your father squeezes Bob’s shoulder and he looks up, almost a little startled. Your father smiles and the two men exchange a nod. 

Your mother steps over to your bed and pets a hand over Charlie’s hair.

“I think me and Grandpa are gonna go home for a little while, honey,” she says to him before looking at you and resting a hand on your shoulder. “Someone gave us a good scare yesterday and I don’t think either of us slept very well. We’re both a little worn out.” Suddenly, she seems to catch herself. “Unless you want us to stick around and––”

You shake your head and reach out an appreciative hand to cover hers.

“Go get some rest, Ma.” She nods.

“We will. But we’ll be back when you come out of surgery. Bobby told us he’d keep us updated.” Too tired to even think that far ahead, you nod. 

“Thanks for looking after Charlie,” you say, tangling your fingertips with hers.

“Well, that’s my pleasure,” she says, pressing a loud kiss to her grandson’s cheek. “And we can figure out next steps, we’ll find someone—“

“Mom,” you say softly, “let's just— can we take things one step at a time for now?” She nods–– the anxiety of it all reads clear on your face.

“You know, you’re right. Let’s get you through surgery first.” You nod, grateful. “We’ll see you soon, then.” Your mother smiles and turns to get her bag. Charlie giggles as his grandfather comes over to playfully jostle his shoulders.

“Be good for your mom and dad, okay kiddo?” Charlie nods eagerly.

“That’s my guy,” your dad says fondly, giving your son a hug before turning his attention to you. “You give ‘em hell in there.”

“What,” you laugh, “in surgery? Dad, it’s just my wrist; I’m gonna be fine.” He shrugs.

“Can’t hurt though, right?” he says lightly, but you can see a glimmer of anxiety in his eyes. He leans down to kiss your cheek and you return the gesture.

“Right,” you affirm, softening. “I love you, Dad. I’m gonna be okay.” Your dad gives a final nod and links arms with your mother as they leave the room. 

It’s so easy to forget that to him— to both your parents— you are still a child. Charlie is still so young, it feels impossible that he’ll ever be as old as you are now. Of course, you still marvel at the fact that he’s as big as he is; that he can walk and talk and do math equations and paint pictures. But it’s easier to manage how much he’s grown because you can still bundle him up in your arms and count on one hand how many birthdays he’s had. Maybe if you were having less of an emotional day, you’d be able to imagine what it’ll be like when he’s grown up, but you can feel tears welling up in your eyes again so you push the thought out of your mind.

“Mommy?” Charlie asks, bringing your attention back into the present.

“Mm?”

“Did Grandpa use a bad word because he’s very stressed?” Laughter sputters out of you before you can help it, and Bob raises an amused eyebrow.

“Yeah, baby,” you say, “I don’t think he was thinking very hard about which words he was choosing. He just meant that he wants my surgery to go well, that’s all.”

“It’s like telling someone to give it their all,” Bob explains, coming to sit down at your bedside again.

“It’s what Daddy does when he’s on a deployment,” you offer, curling your arm into something akin to a flexed muscle, “he gives ‘em heck.”

“And that’s what Momma’s body is gonna do when she’s in surgery. It’s gonna do everything it needs to do to keep her safe while she’s asleep.” Charlie looks between you two, worry creeping back into his features at the mention of the surgery.

“Hey,” you murmur, “I’m going to be okay, Charlie-bear. I promise. Sometimes things can go wrong during a surgery, but the likelihood of anything bad happening is very, very low.” Charlie nods, wide-eyed. “So there isn’t anything to worry about sweetheart. But it’s still okay to be scared, right?”

“Right,” comes his hushed reply. Your heart aches not to be able to soothe his anxiety, but you know there’s no sense in trying to talk him out of it–– especially in the wake of what you’ve been trying to teach him. Still, it seems to you that the rules shouldn’t apply to Charlie, with his delicate soul and enormous heart.

Bob lays a comforting hand on your son’s back and his little form immediately relaxes into the touch. The three of you sit in comfortable silence for a little while, but soon the door creaks open and Jermaine enters with a wheelchair.

“Is this Charlie?” he asks brightly. 

“It is!” you chirp. The boy in question looks up shyly. “Charlie, this is my friend Jermaine. He’s been helping me since I got to the hospital.”

“Your mom is a tough lady,” Jermaine says warmly, squatting to be closer to Charlie’s eye level. “I promise we’re gonna take very good care of her.” Charlie nods.

“Pinkie promise?” he asks, heartbreakingly earnest. Jermaine smiles.

“You got yourself a deal.” He locks his pinkie with Charlie’s and stands up. “I’ve gotta take Mom for a couple of tests before her procedure, and then we’re gonna take her off to surgery. But you’ll get to see her in a few hours when she wakes up, okay champ?” Charlie holds on to you a little tighter and peers up at his dad, who nods encouragingly.

“Okay.”

“Mom is very lucky to have people that care about her so much,” Jermaine says. “You should be proud.” A little divot of determination forms between Charlie’s brows and he nods. Bob starts to stand and Charlie clambers around to give you one last hug.

“I love you Mommy,” he says. You squeeze him as tightly as you can and press a big kiss to his cheek.

“I love you too, baby bear. I’m gonna see you so soon, okay?”

“Okay,” he says, a heartbreaking waver in his voice. You give him another kiss before Bob scoops him up again, and before you know it, Jermaine is wheeling you off into the hospital halls. 

Back in your room, Bob has Charlie wrapped up in a tight embrace.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, baby bear,” he coos, “everything’s gonna be okay.”

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Are you mad? ~ A Jake “Hangman” Seresin Drabble

 Summary: Loosely based on the Brett Young song Can’t Sleep Without You

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, implied smutty ending (not written), mostly unedited so please ignore the typos

Pairing:  Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 690

A/N: Meh, this isn’t my best work. But I’ve been struggling on the writing front and wanted to get something out.

“Are you mad? You look mad.” You asked timidly, sitting in the passenger seat of Jake’s truck.

“I’m not mad.” He responded softly.

“Your jaw is clenched, and your face is screwed up like your mad.”

“I’m annoyed, not mad.” He tried to clarify.

A few moments of silence passed between the two of you. Each time you drove under a streetlight or a car passed in the opposite direction, you could see the lingering frustration on Jake’s face. You knew that he had had a long week at work and the last thing he wanted to do was bail you out of trouble.

You and Natasha had gone out to The Hard Deck, and Bradley and Jake had declined the offers to tag along, leaving it to a girl’s night. One thing led to another; both of you had drank more than you should have. When a pair of guys wouldn’t take no for an answer from you and Phoenix, you resulted in something other than words. A thrown drink and a punch to the face later, they were both thrown from the bar, and Penny called Bradley and Jake to come to pick up their wives.

“You still look mad.” You muttered.

“I’m NOT mad! But I will be if you keep asking!” Jake raked his hand over his face. “I’m sorry.” He spoke again, this time in a softer tone. “I’m annoyed with how disgusting men can be and that I allowed myself to put you in a situation where I couldn’t protect you. I know you’re a grown woman who can care for yourself. But as your husband, it kills me to know that something like this would have never happened if I had just been there with you.”

He reached across the center console of his truck and laid his hand on your thigh.

“I know you had a long week. I’m sorry Penny had to wake you to come get me.”  

This made him chuckle, “Oh babe, I can’t sleep without you. Even if I tried, I would just toss and turn, waiting for you to come home.”

“Jake, you know I would have stayed home if you would have just asked.” You said, intertwining your fingers with his.

“I know,” He pulled your intertwined hands up to his lips and kissed the back of your hand. “That’s why I didn’t ask. I meant it when I told you to have a good time tonight. As long as I know I’m the one you’re coming home to, I’m happy. You work so hard and spend too much of your time doting on me. You deserve a night out, especially a girl’s night.”

He pulled into the driveway, letting go of your hand long enough to throw the truck in park and remove the keys from the ignition.

“Can you do me a favor?” Jake asked. “Next time, let Jimmy or Penny know what’s going on before it gets to the point of drink-throwing. Call me or text me. Hell, you could call Bradshaw if that would help.”

You giggled. “So the next time I need help, I should call Bradley?”

Jake shook his head, smiling; he knew what you were trying to do. He leaned forward and kissed you chastely. “I’m being serious,” He said, resting his forehead against your own. “I was worried when I saw Penny calling. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

“I promise,” You murmured, “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“I worry about you every time you’re out of arms reach. It’s my job as your husband.” He chuckled, “You realize how accident-prone you are, right?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I know.”

Before he could speak again, you closed the distance between you and kissed him. You nipped at his bottom lip, begging to deepen the kiss. Your fingers threaded through the hair at the base of his neck. His hand cradled the side of your face. You didn’t intend for it to turn into anything, at least not at first.

“Take me to bed, lieutenant.” You whispered once the kiss broke.

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Secret Santa: Hangman's Ending

12 Days of Christmas: Day 12

'Secret Santa: Part One'

Plot: The day of the festival has arrived and you are filled with anxiety and hope as to who might be waiting for you.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Gn!Reader

Words: 1.2k

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"Well I sure as hell wasn't expecting that, newbie." You recall hearing the accented voice say.

Turning around you saw Hangman walking up to you with a grin.

"It's Y/n." You said with a stone face before a small smirk appeared "Maybe next time you wont underestimate me."

His grin remained as he stopped in front of you, he cocked his head slightly "I don't make that same mistake twice."

"Good."

You saw his eyes scan you, as though he was trying to figure you out. Hearing his name called from the other side of the hangar, he looked back at you one more time before he began to walk backwards

His eyes stayed on you "You going up again today?"

"Yeah, why, wanna race?"

He smirked "Why you like losing?"

You smiled and cocked your head to the side "I like winning more."

He grinned as he began to turn away, winking "That makes two of us."

That was the first time you had really talked to Jake, and it was the first moment he made your heart flutter. You never thought it would grow past butterflies, but now, as you stood outside the festival, fearful and hopeful, you knew it had always been more.

You tried to reason with yourself. Tell yourself if it was anyone else, you would give them a chance. But you knew that was a lie. Anyone other than Jake wouldn't do. You had given your heart to the cocky blonde years ago, and no one one else would take his place, at least not easily.

You felt overwhelmed as you roamed around the festival. Your eyes cast over every face, your heart in a constant anxiety induced flutter. Your hand nervously fidgeted with the apple necklace around your neck.

Sipping on some hot cocoa to hopefully settle your nerves, you almost jumped out of your skin when someone tapped your shoulder.

"Sorry!" the man apologized with a smile as you turned towards him. "I was just told to give you this."

Taking the note from his hand you smiled "Thank you."

Looking around for the source of the note, you didn't see anyone you knew. Opening the note, you read over the words with growing curiosity.

'You didn't think I'd make it easy on you, did you? Find me where you first beat me.'

"Find me where you first beat me?" You questioned out loud. Looking up and around, the words puzzled you, until your eyes fell onto a nearby sign. 'Christmas tree maze.'

Suddenly a jolt of realization rocked through you. One summer, about a year after you and Jake had met, you ended up at a county fair on your day off. You liked to turn everything into a competition, even though Jake always won. Never by a lot, but he always won. Until, you went into a corn maze, betting whoever made it out first, won. It was the first time you beat him, and you did so by almost a minute.

Entering into the Christmas tree maze, you hoped you were right. You weren't very competitive with any of the others. So surely, this was a message from Jake.

Weaving through the tree maze, you smiled at the occasional couple, or family you crossed paths with. Your nerves were high as you expected to see Jake around every turn.

After what felt like an eternity, you made your way through one last path, and saw the exit ahead of you. As you approached, you wondered if he was waiting for you at the end. Or if you had missed him somewhere in the maze itself.

As you stepped outside, you looked around at everyone nearby, and felt a jolt of disappointment when you didn't see him anywhere. Did you take too long? Did he go back in to find you? Was this all some cruel joke?

Before you could move, you felt two hands slip over yours eyes, and your breath caught in your throat.

"Nine minutes and fourteen seconds. I beat you by over a minute."

You smiled as you pulled away from him, and turned to meet his smiling gaze. Your chest was heavy with anxiety, but you kept it hidden.

"I would have won if I hadn't gotten blocked by the Partridge family." You excused, something either of you often did when you lost.

Jake smiled as he glanced over your shoulder, easily spotting the very family you were referencing. "Eerie resemblance." He muttered before he looked back down at you.

You watched as he pulled out a single gardenia out from behind his back, that you assumed he had in his pocket. You couldn't help the grin as he handed it to you.

Smiling up at him you cocked your head slightly "Jake Seresin, a secret romantic, who would have guessed."

He shrugged his head slightly before he squinted and leaned forward a bit "If you tell anyone, I'll deny it"

You continued to grin before you spoke softly "I wont tell anyone. They wouldn't believe me anyway." You added on.

He fake winced as he placed his hand on his chest before chuckling softly. Taking a small step closer, he spoke softly "I don't just want our relationship to be based around competition and inside jokes."

"We're in a relationship?" You asked, feigning surprise. "I don't recall you asking me anything of the sort."

He smirked as he rolled his eyes dramatically. "Forgive me for thinking the confession through gifts was enough." He smiled, but shook his head "No, you're right. I didn't ask. But I am now. 'Cause I really can't imagine anyone else being as perfect for me, as you are."

He took another small step closer and leaned in, his face only a couple inches away from yours. Your eyes stared into each others.

"I want to be in a relationship with you Y/n, I have since we first met. And I'm hoping I'm right in assuming you feel the same."

It was an open-ended comment, a question of what you would be to each other now.

You smiled and nodded softly. "You are"

His eyes flicked to your lips briefly, before he met your eyes again. "I've also been wanting to kiss you since we first met." He confessed, a small smirk on his face.

You repressed rolling your eyes teasingly, but smiled. "Then why haven't you?"

Without any hesitation, Jake quickly leaned forward, his hand gently cupping your face as he kissed you. It started out soft, but deepened after a moment. His fingers slowly slid from your cheek to cupping your chin, gently tickling your skin.

When he pulled away, his hand lingered on your face, a his eyes studied you softly. He hummed lighlty under his breath.

"What?"

"Better than I imagined."

You giggled softly as you gently smacked his chest.

He chuckled as he pulled you closer to him, your chests almost pressed together. Kissing you again, you gently took the collar of his jacket in your hands, as his hands tightened around your waist.

Parting again, you both had soft, content smiles on your faces. Without speaking, you both knew you didn't want this moment, or this feeling to fade. So you stayed like this, gazing at each other for a few more moments, absorbing the feeling of true bliss.

xx End xx

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[moondancediner]

Love of my Life

summary: the dagger squad meets hangman's best-kept secret

jake seresin x reader

word count: 1490

warnings: no editing, fluff

a/n: this popped into my head the other night... enjoy! also this gif makes me CHOKE ohmylord

song rec: love of my life - harry styles

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It wasn’t on purpose. Nights when you and Jake ended up at the same bar were never planned, mostly because your friends from work always wanted to go somewhere downtown, and Jake’s friends from work always wanted to go to the Hard Deck so there was never a chance for the two groups to intersect. 

Tonight, however, your friends had enough of hearing about all your nights at the Hard Deck with your fighter pilot husband who drops by work every once and a while with lunch or a gorgeous bouquet of flowers. They decided to venture out to the Hard Deck tonight for your monthly get-together and you weren’t going to miss an opportunity to ogle at your husband from across the bar while he played darts and pool with his Dagger Squad friends who just so happened to be in town visiting. 

And that’s exactly where you found yourself on this lovely Friday night. Your friend walked over to your standing table with another drink for you and you thanked her with a smile. She immediately started diving into some workplace gossip, keeping her voice quiet since so many of your colleagues had managed to make it out tonight. You half-listened to her go on how bad the break room refrigerator smelled the other day but your real focus was on Jake who was playing pool with Phoenix, Fanboy, and Bob. He had Bob on his team and you were surprised to see him actually give the man a chance to play without correcting or coaching him. 

You knew all about the Dagger Squad, when Jake was first sent out here you followed him, even knowing this wouldn’t be a permanent duty station, and he talked about everyone he was competing against non stop. From the moment he came home after training you were getting a full rundown of the days happening (you were sworn to secrecy of the top secret events, of course). You learned quickly who was who, even if you never got the opportunity to meet them. 

After the mission, you were pulling out boxes and getting ready to move what little belongings you brought over to the island when Jake came home and surprised you to your core. He accepted a teaching position here on the North Island and you were staying for the foreseeable future. 

You were shocked but over the moon. Jake would be in one spot for at least a couple years and wouldn’t be off on deployments and missions so often. You could start a family and he could actually be there for all of it. 

“Hello? Anybody home?” A hand waving in front of your face brought you out of memories and a trance you hadn’t realized you were in. You laughed and smiled at your friend, but not before catching the eye of Phoenix, who totally caught you staring at Jake. 

“Sorry, sorry, got a little lost there.” You waved her hand out of your face and took another sip from your drink. 

“I’ll say,” she laughed, “I mean, I get it.” Her eyebrows wagged and you laughed heartily, throwing your head back. She was always complimenting your choice of husband and you had to agree with her, he was fine as hell. 

“Fuck, I think one of his friends just caught me staring,” you said once the laughter died down. 

“Remind me again why he doesn’t tell them about you?” 

“It started off as a joke,” you start, “he wanted to see how long it would take one of them to notice, and now it’s just an ongoing bet we have.” 

“A bet I am about to win, by the way.” Jake suddenly appears behind you and you’re happy to see him until his words sink in.

“You’re not allowed to interfere!” You point at him and he just laughs. 

“No interference, I promise.” He leans on the table you two are standing at and you almost forget about the bet for a second because his green eyes still captivate you even after all this time. 

“Well, what are you doing over here then?”

“See now, that’s where it gets interesting because someone caught you looking at me,” he tips his beer over in the direction of his friends, who scatter like chickens when you turn your head to look at them, “and they bet me $20 that I couldn’t walk over here and get your phone number.” 

“Hmmm, seems like fair play to me.” Your friend interjects, looking contemplatively between you and your cheating husband. 

A noise comes out of your mouth, somewhere between disbelief and betrayal. You only had one month left before the bet was yours and you could claim your prize and now this happens, the perfect opportunity falls right into Jake’s lap. 

“Did none of them notice the giant ring on my finger?” You hold up your wedding rings, which glint even in the dim bar lighting and Jake takes your fingers in his hand, bending them towards himself before placing a kiss on your knuckles. You swoon. It’s impossible not to. “Don’t try to distract me, you’re in trouble.” 

“Come on darlin’,” His hand fell away from yours but moved slyly around your hip, where it curled around the belt loops of your shorts, and just then, while his face was inching towards yours, your wedding song came on. 

“When did this song get added to the jukebox?” 

“I may have put in a special request.” His smile did you in. You met him halfway and when your lips met that familiar kaleidoscope of butterflies took flight. Jake pulled away just to smile at you some more before pressing a few quick kisses to your lips. When he backed away enough, you took the chance to look over his shoulder and see what his friends thought. 

The entire group was standing around, completely gobsmacked at what just occurred and you could only imagine what was running through their minds. 

“After you, Mrs. Seresin,” Jake whispered in your ear. You gave him the best glare you could but he just laughed and grabbed your hand to walk you over to the group of people you already felt like you knew. 

Jake chuckled as you got within ear shot. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet someone,” he pulled you under his arm and you automatically slid your own across his back, “this is my wife.” He said it with genuine pride, a stark contrast to his usual cocky tone everyone was used to. 

“Wife?” Rooster repeated, dumbfounded.

“Pick your jaw up off the floor, Bradshaw.”

You ignored Jake and introduced yourself to everyone with a quick wave. “It’s nice to finally meet you all.” 

There was a beat of silence while you watched everyone process what was happening, but Phoenix broke it with a laugh. “You’ve been holding out on us, Bagman!” 

“Yeah, what the hell, man!” Rooster seemed downright offended that Jake would keep such a secret from them and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“It’s not all Jake’s fault,” You come to his defense, “we had a bet going, which I just lost.” 

“What bet did you two have?” Bob asked, coming forward to introduce himself to you properly. 

You shook his outstretched hand, smiling. “We wanted to see how long it would take for someone to figure out he was married.”

“You… you don’t wear a wedding ring?” Rooster seemed to be having the hardest time with this revelation and it was cracking you up. 

Jake pulled his dog tags out from under his shirt, proudly turning them around to display his gold wedding band that perfectly matched the one around your finger. They both belonged to his grandparents and he was so proud to give you his grandmother's band on your wedding day. 

Phoenix studied the two of you for a moment, watched the way you started to sway to a song and Jake immediately joined in, watched how his attention always drifted back to you, and how his entire cocky dimenor melted away as soon as you were near. 

“So, what’s the story? How did you manage to bag Hangman?” Natasha asked, leaning her hands on the pool cue in front of her. 

Jake pretended to be offended. “I’m not that wild.” 

You roll your eyes affectionately before diving into the story of how you and Jake met. It was nothing spectacular or anything you would want to make a movie about, but it was a whirlwind romance that ended in the two of you married in the Seresin family’s backyard three summers ago. 

When you finished your story, all smiles for your husband, Rooster raised his beer in a toast. “Welcome to the family, Mrs. Seresin.” 

Jake couldn’t help but smile. It felt good to let the team in on his best-kept secret, even if he was gonna pay for her losing the bet later on tonight. 

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This is amazing! I may or may not be reading every single one of their fanfics right now. I'm going through all the feels. Bradley would be the most comforting sweetest boy ever.

40. “I know it hurts, but you’ll get through this.” I need this ❤️

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader prompts list! warnings: parental death, grieving, crying, depression, unedited as fuck

It felt like the world had caved in on you. The moment that you got the phone call, it felt like you had been stabbed right in the chest. No one could ever prepare you for the death of a loved one, certainly not the death of your mother.

There was always that voice in the back of your head that would so rudely remind you that one day you would see a world without your mother in it. You didn't think that day would come so soon. There was still so much that you didn't know. So much that you still needed to learn. So much that she was yet to teach you.

Bradley had been home when you got the call. He heard your loud cry from the other room and came running in, just in time to catch you from crumbling to the floor. You couldn't speak, so overcome with grief and shock, the only thing you could do was cry and hang on to Bradley like he was a life raft in the middle of the ocean. He didn't say anything as he held you, rubbing your back and rocking you slowly. He didn't need you to say anything, he'd know that cry of grief from a million miles away.

But when you muttered out the words: "my mom is gone." His heart broke in his chest.

He had become your salvation over the next couple days. He made sure you ate, made sure you drank, and always made sure that the tissue box was full. He never pushed you out of your comfort zone, knowing the grieving process all too well. You had become sort of like a robot, going through the motions of the day on auto pilot. When you went home to be with your father and siblings, Bradley went with. He hadn't seen you cry since the day you found out.

You weren't sure if you had anymore tears to cry after the first day. Everything just felt too raw to be able to produce tears. There was too much work to be done, and you couldn't spend it on tears. No one really tells you how to plan a funeral, until you have to do it. Your dad was hardly any help at all, buried in grief as well. You put on a brave face as you sat in the front row of the church and listened to the eulogy being read about your mother.

Bradley held your hand tightly as you watched her casket being lowered to the ground, and then stood behind you as you sprinkled a clump of dirt over the pine wood box. When all was said and done, you stood still, looking at hole in the ground your mother now laid in.

"Our last phone call. . ." Your voice wavered as you spoke, "We got into an argument," You sobbed out and Bradley put his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, "I don't even know what it was about b-but I hung up and didn't ev-even say 'I love you'."

"Shh," Bradley soothed you, running his hand up and down your back, his other hand came to cradle the back of your head, "She knows you loved her. She knows and she'll always know."

"I'm a horrible daughter," You sobbed and Bradley shook his head. He pulled back from the hug a bit, to look you in the eye, his hands cradling your face.

"You are not a horrible daughter," Bradley said, wiping a tear away with his thumb, "On my mom's last good day, we got into a fight too. I was mad because she didn't want me to go out with some girl I was with at the time, and I yelled at her and told her I'm an adult and I can do what I want. I felt horrible about it for years, but I know she forgave me because that's the type of person she was. Your mom forgives you, sweetheart. I know it hurts, but you’ll get through this. It get's better."

You nodded and Bradley pressed his lips to your forehead, before bringing you in for another tight hug.

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But Daddy I Love Him | J.H.S

Summary: You finally tell your dad and Rooster about your secret relationship with Hangman. Content Warnings: Secret relationship, mentions of food/eating Lyric: "Now I'm dancing with my dress in the sun, and even my daddy just loves him." Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Mav's daughter reader

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“I know you like to get involved with what I do for work, but I need you to stay away from Hangman, got it?” Your dad had asked you one night over dinner.

“Why? What’s wrong with Hangman?”

“He’s an asshole, that’s what’s wrong with him,” Bradley said.

“Yeah, okay.”

You just couldn’t stay away. The first time that Hangman got you by yourself was on the patio of The Hard Deck. Everyone was too busy inside to worry about what was going on so close to the water. He did a pretty good job of chatting you up and getting your number before you went inside because your dad was getting worried about you. That was months ago, and you and Jake had done a pretty good job of keeping your relationship a secret so far. You had a few close calls but nothing too serious, mainly just Payback and Fanboy catching you hugging or being too close to each other for “acquaintances”. They definitely knew, but Jake scared them into not telling Mav.

Both of you knew what you wanted out of this relationship. You wanted to marry each other but there were a few things you needed to do first. The most important being that your dad had to know about the relationship, even if he’d be unhappy about it. That was the most nerve wracking part, since he was the one who told you to stay away from the Dagger Squad, Hangman in particular. 

“You should come by for dinner tonight,” your dad had told you over a phone call while you were sitting on your couch with Jake. Jake quickly shook his head and you had to stifle a laugh. 

“I actually have plans with some college friends who are in town,” you lied.

”Oh, which friends?”

”Just some friends from the tennis club that I was in. I don’t think I talked about it that much with you.”

”Oh, okay. Well, have fun.”

”Thanks. Oh, I’ve been meaning to tell you that I’ve been seeing someone. He wants to meet you and Penny. Let’s schedule a dinner at my apartment some time in the next few weeks. How does that sound?”

By the end of the phone call, you had dinner scheduled and had told your dad a little bit about your new boyfriend. He didn’t know that it was Hangman, and if he had somehow figured it out, it wasn’t obvious. You spent the rest of the night with Jake, mainly relaxing and watching movies on the couch. As you both climbed in to your bed, you talked about telling everyone else. 

“Let’s tell Bradley on the same day as dinner with my dad. Actually, we’ll call and tell him after. I don’t want him to let it slip to my dad before we get a chance to say anything.”

The next couple of weeks flew by, and there were only a few hours until your dad and Penny would be at your apartment for dinner. You told Bradley about dinner, and he decided to join, so you didn’t have to go to the base just so that you and Jake could announce your relationship. Jake joined you at your apartment while you cooked dinner. You had him set the table and put a bottle of wine on ice. There were plenty of beers in the fridge, since you only had wine on special occasions. (Mainly because you weren’t really a fan of it unless it tasted like jam.)

Bradley walked in with Penny and your dad at the perfect time. You were pulling the lasagna out of the oven and Jake was in the bathroom. You mentioned that when your dad asked you where your boyfriend was, leaving out his name. 

It was a surprise to everyone when Jake walked out of the bathroom and asked if you were all ready to eat. Bradley immediately got a beer out of the fridge, Penny looked impressed, and you couldn’t quite describe the look on your dad’s face. Everyone sat down and started eating, and things were mostly quiet except for the occasional ask to pass something across the table. 

“So, how long have you two been dating?” Your dad asked.

“A few months, and before you get worked up, we’re happy.”

“I’m not worked up, okay? I just wanna know why you kept it a secret for so long.”

“That’s what you’re wondering about?” Bradley asked, “I mean, Hangman, I knew you were seeing someone when you started skipping nights at The Hard Deck. I’m wondering why this, why now, y’know? Like, why get us together for dinner to announce this? Not that I’m really complaining, I get a free meal, but this could’ve been a text, really.”

You sighed and put your head in your hands out of embarrassment. Bradley did have a point, but you were mainly focused on trying not to laugh. 

“We’re thinking of getting married. That’s why you’re all here, because one day, we’re gonna have a big ceremony,” you glared at Jake while he was speaking, “or we’ll head down to the courthouse, and we’ll want you there to celebrate with us.”

“Do you love him?” Your dad asked you. 

“Yes,” you said as you nodded your head.

“And do you love her?”

“Absolutely, sir,” Jake said.

“That’s all I needed to hear. Get married, have fun, do whatever you want. But try not to rush into it, okay?”

“Wait, really?” You asked through chuckles.

“Yeah. If you’re happy, I’m happy. I couldn’t really stop you, anyways, since it is your life.”

“I’ll cheers to that,” Jake said. You clinked wine glasses and beer cans before handing out dessert.You had made a cheesecake before everyone arrived, so all you had to do was pull it out of the fridge and cut it. Bradley stayed a lot longer than anyone thought he would, not leaving until midnight when you pointed out how late it was getting. 

It was somewhat surprising that your dad had approved of the relationship so easily. It was even more surprising that Rooster was okay with all of it. Either way, you weren’t complaining. And since you and Jake were more comfortable with being open about your relationship, you started going to The Hard Deck with him and the rest of the Dagger Squad. You even loudly supported him at the next air show that he had, while hanging out with the other partners of the group.

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Callsign Cherry: You Can Only Blame Yourself / Prologue

“You are the trailer park and I am the tornado”

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🍒 Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Y/N 'Cherry' Bishop, Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Y/n 'Cherry' Bishop

🍒 Word Count: 1.2 k

🍒 Warnings: Parental death, sexism, asshole Jake and Bradley, swearing, breach of trust, talk of virginity loss, loss of friendship (and love...)

🍒 A/n: I have been wanting to show this to you guys for a hot minute. I was fighting between updating Sweet Nothings or posting this... Cherry won lol

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You can hear their laughs before you even get to the locker room, it echoes off the dull hallways, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. Being the only girl in the current Top Gun class hadn’t been easy or fun.

The guys had constantly been after you, poking and prodding you in any way to get a rise. You had been lucky though, you had Jake. He had been your best friend since middle school when the pair of you decided to become fighter pilots together. The drive to continue on your family legacy was what pushed you, while Jake was driven by the pure need to get away from his hometown and parents. 

Your father had been a pilot; Captain James Bishop was one of the best fighter pilots of his time. He had been the light of your life and your biggest supporter, though your time with him was cut short. He had been assigned to the detachment just after your seventh birthday; a simple mission that he should have been in and out of.

You could still feel the deep ache in your chest, a seed that took root as you clung onto your mother’s side and two naval officers delivered the news. Looking back, the way that your mother held herself together for you was astounding. Though she couldn’t hide the tears and cries that she released after putting you to bed.

Life continued on like that until your mother passed, and the only reason doctors could give you was that she died of heartbreak. She’d lasted three years, though as you reached double digits, she only faded. It had been just after your tenth birthday, on a warm Sunday morning that you found her. She laid so still in their bed, almost as if she was a porcelain doll and like a porcelain doll, she wasn’t waking up.

Your grandparents had taken you in and moved you from the only home you had ever known. The small naval family you made in California wasn’t the same and Miramar had lost its glimmer and shine. In its place, stood nothing but pain and heartache. Miramar had become a harsh reminder of everything that you lost, everything that you would never have again.

It wasn’t even a month after your mother’s funeral that your grandparents had you on a plane to Texas. Trading your sun-kissed and beach-filled life for cattle and dust-filled land. The one good thing that came from the move was that their house was out in the country and neighbored the Seresin Ranch. Home to your saving grace and soon-to-be best friend.

Jacob Seresin came into your life fast and wild, though with each reckless day a caring night under the stars followed. Slowly Jake had picked up every broken piece of your heart and made you whole again. From that summer and then on, you and Jake were rarely apart. You had become each other’s lifeline.

You guys were a week from completing the program, and you couldn’t be more excited to become a part of the 1% that Top Gun produced. You and Jake had both gone to the academy together and luckily got placed in the same Top Gun class. While you were used to the guys being obnoxiously loud, you weren’t used to your name being the topic of conversation.

“Come on Jake, we all know that she got the callsign Cherry from a nickname you gave her.” There is a round of snickers before the voice continued. “So, when did you pop her cherry? Just want to know what I’m working with.”

You round the corner as the last word falls from the asshole’s mouth, and you’re not at all surprised as you meet Rooster’s gaze. Jake was standing with his back to you, though as Rooster gives you a wink, everyone one in the group turns to look at you.

Your eyes immediately find Jake’s green ones and you wait patiently, eyes pleading for him to tell Rooster off. His silence rings out loud and clear. The dripping water is the only sound that echoes out and you can feel your heart crack slightly.

“Jake?” Your voice is far smaller than you wished, but the emerald eyes you once loved only hold darkness and death.

Your fingers twist as they rest in front of you, and one small sliver of hope reaches out to Jake. Though as he glances back toward Rooster and the surrounding group of guys, your stomach drops, and you swear a silenced whimper bubbles from your chest.

“She not worth the effort boys, believe me, I know.”

Their resounding laughter echoes through the locker room, though your eyes don't move from Jake’s, and the small wink he gives you, splits your heart completely in two. You barely hear how they chant your callsign, your hearing consumed in a high-pitched ringing and for a moment you think that you see Jake grimace. Though the thought is quickly disproven as a harsh, mind-shocking laugh bubbles up freely from his chest.

Jake had known what the name Cherry meant to you; it was one that only your father ever called you. From a young age, you had a love of maraschino cherries and would always ask for a Sherley Temple when out at dinner with your parents. Landing you the endearing nickname from your father.

Jake had started calling you it that first summer you had known each other. He had been over to your grandparent’s house and seen one of the many letters that your dad had written you. You were stunned the first time he called you Cherry, though you didn’t hate it like you assumed you would. You had explained how the name originated and how your father was the only one that called you that. He had apologized, though you ushered him it was fine and from then on you had become Cherry to Jake.

The nickname had transitioned into your callsign after the other pilots had heard Jake call you it. While you thought it would bother you, it didn’t. It was like having a part of your dad with you in the sky. Though hearing it now chanted by the 14 other pilots, a deep anger filled you at the way Jake had so easily tarnished your strongest connection to your father.

You steady yourself and straighten your back, the deep breath that you pull only calms you slightly. You look to Jake then behind him to Rooster, who gives you a cocky grin and you had never wanted to hit a man so much in your life. You watch them both as you step closer to Jake before your gaze focuses solely on Jake.

The surrounding group of men quiet as you raise one hand to rest against Jake’s cheek, each of them waiting to see you finally snap. They had been terrible through the whole program and yet you always managed to hold your composer. Your hand rests against his cheek, in a position that you had done time and time again. Yet this time it felt like the ending, as the 10 years of friendship crumbled beneath your fingertips.

“You brought this upon yourself, remember that.”

Your voice doesn’t waver and the only hint of pain to be seen is the single tear that falls. Though as you turn away and wipe the show of weakness from your face, you vow that any other tears shared between the three of you would be at their expense.

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Girl Bradshaw

Summary: a little peek into the early years of your life

Pairing(s): Jake Seresin x F! Bradshaw! Reader

Warning(s): mentions of deceased parents, death of a loved one, fighting, bradley being a dick, daddy issues,

A/n: thank you for all the support on the first part :,) glad you all liked it!

Part 2: Chick

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

He was a man who was loved by all who met him. He was loved most of all by his family. His best friend, his brother from another mother, Pete, was his counterpart. Someone who'd always have his back, no matter what. His loving wife, Carole, was his high school sweetheart and the love of his life. She just like him was easy to love. She was bright, sweet, a constant ray of love and laughter. There was also their adorable son, Bradley. A boy who loved his dad more than anything. Most of time you'd find him clutching a mini F-14 Tomcat in his hands, a gift from his beloved dad. Everyone who met Nick loved him.

You never got the chance to meet him. Nick died 6 months after you were born. Bradley was 5 at the time. He had 5 years with him, while you had nothing. Bradley had memories, however few he remembered, with him. And you? Nothing. You know who he is, but you don't know him.

Maybe that was the start of the fall of your relationship with Bradley.

Despite never knowing your dad, Carole, always the good mother, showed you pictures of him, told you stories about him, let you watch the old videotapes that he was in.

Oh, how you loved those videotapes as a child. For hours, you'd lay in the living room, eyes glued to the TV that replayed videos of Nick. Some were of him with Carole, their undying love for one another as clear as day. Others were of moments with him and friends. Then there were some of Bradley, his first steps, preschool, birthdays, his little league games. There was only one of you and Nick.

It was the day you were born. Carole was asleep on the hospital bed with Bradley curled up against her side. You were laying in your hospital issued bassinet, your eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling. Nick, the loving father, pointed the camera down at you and cooed.

"Baby, you are beautiful. Just like your mama. You're smaller than your brother was when he born. You're like a baby chick! That's what I'll call you, baby chick. My chick." The camera shifts from you to Nick. He's smiling wide and his eyes are full of love. "I'll always protect you, Chick. I'll always love you."

You stopped watching the videotapes when you got into middle school. They were too much to watch, the heartache was all consuming. Pete around this time had filled in the void that Nick had left. When he wasn't on deployment, he was living in an apartment 10 minutes away from the Bradshaw house.

Although seeing you, Carole, and Bradley caused Pete to relive the worst event of his life, he stayed because of you. Whenever you'd get out of the school and you saw him, you'd smile wide and he'd see Nick. When you'd tell him a story about something that happened, your eyes would light up and he's feel his heart swell with love for you.

Carole never minded Pete stepping in as a father figure for you. He wasn't just Nick's best friend but her's as well. She was grateful that you had someone to look up. She didn't date since she felt that no one would ever live up to Nick, so Pete made life easier. Of course, he wasn't around every day, during those times you'd practically cling to Bradley.

It was late one night when you'd gotten up for some water. Half asleep, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes before stopping. You peeked around the corner to see your mom on the phone, her back turned to you.

"He's talking about joining the Naval Academy, Pete! Please! I can't," Carole let out a shaky breath, "I can't lose him too." Her shoulders were shaking with light sobs and you frowned. Turning around, you tried to walk as slowly as possible back to your room. The floorboard creaked underneath you and you stopped.

"Braidy?" Carole asked, her footsteps rushing towards you. Turning around, you pretended to rub your eyes and smiled at your mom.

"Just had to pee," you whispered. Carole bit her lip before she moved to wrap her arms around you. You let your head rest on her shoulder as you wrapped your arms around her. By this time, you were around the same height.

"I love you, Chick," she whispered softly. She removed her arms from around you and cradled your face. Tears started to pool in her eyes as she kissed your forehead.

"Mama? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. Just tired."

"Where is she!" Bradley yelled, his voice full of panic. The nurse jumped a little at the volume of his voice.

"R-Room 264."

Spitting out an apology, Bradley took off running. His heart was beating out of his chest and could feel bile start to rise in his throat. He stopped when he saw you squatting outside your mom's hospital room. Your body shook and your wails were muffled. "Braidy...?" Bradley whispered, immediately crouching down and wrapping you up in his arms.

You clung to your big brother as you continued to cry. "Bradley...Sh-She's gone..." you sobbed, your hands tightly gripping the back of Bradley's shirt.

"HE PULLED MY PAPERS BRAIDY!" Bradley yelled at you, his face red with anger and sweat starting to form on his forehead. You let out a small whimper at his voice and pushed your hair away from your face.

"I'M SURE HE HAS HIS REASONS, BRADLEY! JUST TALK TO HIM!"

Scoffing, Bradley shook his head and pointed a finger at you. "DID YOU DO THIS? DID YOU TELL HIM TO PULL MY PAPERS?" Shocked, you shook your head.

"NO! BRADLEY JUST TALK TO DAD!"

Silence filled the room as you both took in your own words. Shaking, you brought a hand up to cover your mouth. Tears spilled from your eyes as you wiped him.

"Dad?" Bradley scoffed, his voice full of venom. "That guy's dead to me. And, so are you."

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Masseuse

"You're right," he replied, his voice taking on a more sultry tone. "We never did finish that massage, did we?"

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut, romantic and fluffy

Word count: 4.3k 

Summary: Jake offers to give you a massage which turns into a romantic confession.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral: fem receiving, p in v sex. 

a/n: Guys idk I just love writing friends to lovers it's so cutesy. Anyways as always I hope you enjoy and send me any requests you might have. I also would like to thank everyone who’s following me and supporting me, I’m very grateful for it 😣🙏

Hangman was walking beside you, his arms above his head as he yawned slowly, tired from the training. His bag was slung over his shoulder, it was a long few hours, he turned to you with a smirk.

“Damn that was a tough training session.” He chuckled as he walked slightly closer to you.

“Ugh, I know. I’m all sore,” you whine as you stretch your arms, glancing at his cocky expression. 

“Aww, poor thing,” he teased, a smirk on his lips as he turned to look at you, his hand moving to pat the top of your head playfully. “Need me to give you a massage?” He asked, his tone a mixture of jokingly and seriousness.

You stop walking and turn to face him, “Are you being serious?” you raise an eyebrow. 

He paused as well, tilting his head and staring at you. “Course I am,” he replied, his smirk still plastered on his face. “I can’t have my best friend in pain, I’ll take care of you.” He teased, crossing his arms.

“God, you don’t know how good that sounds right now.” you reply, rubbing your side softly. 

His smirk only widened at your words, his expression turning from playful to a more sincere one. He moved towards you, his hand reaching out to grasp your side, gently massaging where you were rubbing previously. “I always give the best massages, I promise,” he teased, his fingers gently kneading the sore area.

“Mmm I’m sure you do.” you murmur, eyes fluttering closed with the sensation. “Should we go to your place or mine?” 

His smirk transformed into a grin, his hand continuing to massage gently at your side. “Well mine is closer,” he teased, his fingers still working the sore muscles gently. “Plus, I have some things that could make the massage better,” he added, his tone suggestive but still playful.

“Then lead the way.” you open your eyes, stopping his hand. “But don’t take too long, I really want to lay down.” 

He chuckled, dropping his hand from your side and nodding. “Whatever you say, princess.” He teased, moving to turn around and gesture for you to follow him.

His pace was moderately fast, his long stride making it easy for him to stay ahead, yet still close enough that you could reach out and grab him if you wanted. It didn’t take long for you to arrive at his place, he unlocked the door and ushered you inside, shutting it behind himself with a flick of his wrist.

You throw your bag onto the floor and immediately start looking around, taking in the room around you. “So where do you want me Jake?”    

He chuckled at your eagerness, closing the door behind himself and locking it before turning to look at you. “Well, you said you wanted to lay down darling, right?” He teased, his smirk returning. “I suggest the bed.” He joked, his tone low and suggestive.

“Don’t go getting any ideas,” you reply playfully, plopping down on the bed, laying on your stomach. 

He chuckled again, watching you as you laid on his bed, stomach down. “Oh honey, I always have ideas,” he teased, his eyes trailing over your body before he began to make his way closer to you.

His stride was slow and lazy, almost like a predator before he approached his prey. He knelt down beside the bed, his fingers reaching out to rub against your back, gently massaging the sore areas.

“Keep your thoughts PG Jake.” you sigh as your body relaxes into the mattress, a soft moan escaping your lips with the pressure of his touch. 

He rolled his eyes. “It’s never PG with me, sweetheart,” he teased, his fingers working their magic as he slowly massaged your back.

A smirk formed on his lips as your body relaxed, your soft moan sending a shiver down his spine. “Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said you were sore,” he teased, his fingers gently kneading the tense muscles in your back, working them out.

“I’m sore everywhere.” you whine, as his fingers slip under your shirt, working on your tense muscles. 

He bit his lip as his fingers moved under your shirt, gently massaging your bare skin, his touch firm yet soft. “Oh, baby, everywhere?” He teased, his smirk widening as he continued his movements, his fingers working out the knots in your muscles with ease.

“Jake,” you practically moan his name, getting distracted mid sentence. “Should I take off my shirt?”

He chuckled at your moan, his fingers pausing for a moment as you spoke. A smirk formed on his lips as you suggested taking off your shirt. “Oh, honey, I thought you'd never ask.” He teased, his eyes trailing over your shape. “Can I do the honors?”

“Go ahead,” you turn your head softly, relaxing further into the sheets.His smirk widened as you gave him permission, his hands moving to the bottom of your shirt, slowly pulling it over your head, discarding it onto the floor.

His eyes raked over your bare skin, his fingers gently tracing the muscles of your back, tracing patterns that sent shivers down your spine. “God, you’re beautiful.” He murmured.

“Jake… quit flirting with me.” you groan as he straddles your hips, knees on the sides of your thighs. He chuckled as he straddled your hips, his hands trailing up to start massaging your shoulders, his fingers kneading the muscles gently.

“But sweetheart, I can’t help myself when you’re laid under me like this,” he teased, his voice low and seductive. “The way you’re laying, the way you move, the sounds you make-“

“Jake.” you cut him off, “I’m just here for a friendly massage.” 

He paused his hands as you spoke, a smirk still on his lips. “You really think I’m gonna keep this to a ‘friendly massage’?” He playfully retorted, his hands moving to your sides, his touch slightly more teasing than massaging.

You turn underneath him, looking up at him “Jake, we’re friends..” He stops as you turn, his eyes meeting yours. He paused, his usual smirk fading slightly as you spoke. 

He sighed, his hands moving to rest on either side of your head, pinning you down between his arms. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna be honest with you.” He started, his voice quieter than before. “I don’t just see you as a friend.”

“You don’t?” your eyebrows furrow as he gazes down at you, hands moving to his sides. 

He shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours. “No. I don’t.” He whispered, his voice quiet but firm.

“You drive me crazy, you know that? The way you fly, the way you talk, the way you make me smile-“ he paused, his gaze turning more intense, “The way you look right now, pinned underneath me.”

You’re left speechless with his confession, stuck gawking up at him with widened eyes. He chuckled at the look on your face, his smirk returning as he observed your reaction. “Speechless, huh? Never thought I’d ever see that day.” He teased, his head tilting to the side as he stared down at you.

Your fingers tangle in the roots of his hair, your free hand pulling his face to yours. “Don’t get too cocky now.” 

He allowed you to pull his face closer, his smirk widening at your touch. “Oh sweetheart, when am I not cocky?” He taunted, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke.

He shifted his position slightly, his body now pressing into you, pinning you even more effectively underneath him. “You know, I could get used to you being under me like this” he teased again, his hand tracing up and down your side gently.

You gasp at the feeling of his hardness pressing into your thigh, “Jake, just kiss me already.” 

He chuckled at your gasp, his smirk widening at the way your body reacted. “Well, since you said it so nicely.” He teased, lowering his head down to meet your lips. His hand moved to the back of your head, holding you in place as his lips crashed onto yours.

The kiss started off relatively soft, his lips gently moving against yours, but quickly became more hungry, his tongue pushing at the seam of your lips, desperately seeking entrance.

You shift underneath him, arms pulling him closer to you as you let out a soft moan. Your thighs wrap around his waist as his lips move to your neck. He groans at the feeling of your thighs wrapping around his waist, his hands moving to grip your hips, his fingers gripping them possessively.

His lips move across your neck, his teeth nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. “Damn, sweetheart,” he groaned, his hips grinding against you. “You’re driving me crazy right now.”

You arch into him at the pressure of his movements, “Fuck. Jake, please.” your fingers dig into his shoulders. He lets out another deep groan at the sound of you begging. 

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He panted, his hips still moving against yours, his chest pressed against yours. “Want me to take you right here, right now?” He teased, his lips moving back to your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin again.

“You know me so well.” you retort, moving to pull his shirt away. He chuckled against your neck as you pulled at his shirt, his lips leaving your skin for only a moment as the cloth was pulled away from his body. 

He quickly returned to his previous position, his hands moving to grip your wrists and pin them above your head, his body pressing into you once more. “You’re impatient, aren’t you?” He taunted, his lips finding your ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe. “Want me that badly?”

“Jake, I've been waiting for you for years. Don’t make me wait any longer.” you groan, arms shifting in his grasp. He groaned at your words, his grip on your wrists tightening. 

“You really that desperate for me?” He panted, his teeth nipping a little harder at the sensitive skin of your neck. “Been waiting for me for years, huh?” He shifted himself slightly, his hips pressing closer to yours, his hard length evident between your thighs. “How long have you wanted me?” He whispered, his voice low and slightly possessive.

“Don’t let that get to your head, and no more talking.” you grind against him, impatient with his teasing. 

He let out a low growl at the feeling of your movement, his hands gripping your wrists a bit tighter but not to the point of pain. “So damn impatient,” he grunted, his hips pressing harder into yours, desperate for friction, desperate for more.

“Fine,” he muttered, “no more talking.” His lips met yours again in a hungry kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, silencing any words you might have said.

Jake groans into your neck as he lets go of your wrists, his hands moving to caress your breasts over your bra, his thumbs brushing against your sensitive nipples. You arch your back, pushing them into his palms, and let out a soft whine. 

His mouth follows the trail of his hands, kissing and nibbling down your neck until he reaches the fabric that separates his mouth from your skin. With a quick movement, he unclasps your bra, letting it fall away, and his eyes widen with desire as he takes in the sight of your bare chest. 

He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue as his hand tweaks the other, making you squirm under him. His hands roam over your body, feeling every curve and dip, as his mouth continues to worship your breasts, leaving you breathless and desperate for more.

Jake's kisses grew more feverish as he made his way down your body, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your collarbone before his tongue trailed lower, over your abdomen and lingered at your navel. His warm breath tickled the skin around your belly button as he flicked his tongue inside it, eliciting a giggle that turned into a gasp when his hands began to tug at the waistband of your pants. 

His eyes met yours, filled with a fiery need that mirrored your own. "Let's get these off, shall we?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. You nodded, your breath hitching as he deftly unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, sliding them down your legs with a gentle urgency. 

Your panties soon followed, leaving you exposed and vulnerable beneath him, but the way he looked at you made you feel anything but weak. His gaze was one of pure adoration and hunger, his hands trembling slightly as they roamed over your bare skin. 

He took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes drinking in the sight of you laid out before him, your legs spread slightly in invitation. With a wicked grin, he dipped his head and placed a soft kiss just above your clit, making you quiver in anticipation. 

His hands continued to explore, one sliding down to gently cup your ass, the other to trace the line of your inner thigh before it disappeared under the fabric of your panties. "So wet for me," he murmured, his thumb brushing against your already soaked pussy. 

"I can't wait to taste you." He didn't waste any more time, diving in and pressing the tip of his tongue against your clit, flicking it in a way that had you moaning and bucking your hips up to meet him. 

The sensation was electric, his warm breath and the gentle abrasion of his tongue driving you wild. As he teased and tormented your clit, his hand slid back down to your opening, his index finger circling the entrance before pushing inside you gently. You gasped as he filled you with one digit, the feeling of fullness adding to the exquisite pleasure building within you. 

He chuckled against your skin, feeling you tense around him, and he began to pump his finger in and out in a slow, steady rhythm that had your muscles clenching around him. His mouth remained focused on your clit, the combination of his skilled tongue and the pressure from his finger pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy with every passing second.

Jake groaned against your pussy, his free hand moving to palm his clothed hardness, the fabric of his jeans straining against the length of his erection. Your desperation grew as you grinded down against his hand, desperate for more. His tongue swirled around your clit, the pressure increasing with every pass, sending waves of pleasure through your body. 

Your breaths came out in ragged gasps, and your hips rocked into his face, seeking relief from the delicious tension he was building. His fingers inside you curled slightly, brushing against your g-spot, making your eyes roll back with pleasure. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was driving you crazy. 

You moaned out his name, the sound a mix of need and pleasure as you moved against him, silently begging for more. His hand on your hip held you in place, guiding your movements as he worked you closer and closer to the edge. 

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and his muffled groans, the scent of arousal thick in the air. Your legs began to shake, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer. "Jake," you whimpered, "I'm so close." 

He responded by sucking harder on your clit, his finger pressing deeper inside you, and the combination was too much. You came apart beneath him, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. 

He didn't stop though, continuing to lick and suck at your sensitive bud, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. As the tremors subsided, he pulled away, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at you. "Now, let's see if I can make you scream," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Withdrawing his finger from you with a gentle pop, Jake leaned back, giving you a moment to catch your breath. His eyes were filled with desire as he unbuttoned his pants, revealing his thick, hard cock that was straining against the fabric of his boxers. 

He looked at you with a question in his gaze, his hand hovering over the waistband. "Ready for the main event?" he asked, his voice low and gruff. You nodded, your eyes never leaving his as he slid down his boxers, freeing his erection. It stood proudly, the tip glistening with pre-cum, and he stroked it once, twice, before positioning himself at your entrance. 

He looked into your eyes, seeking permission, his expression earnest. "May I?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble. You nodded again, your own desire reflected in your gaze, and he slowly pushed into you. The sensation was overwhelming, his length filling you up inch by inch, stretching you to the point of pleasure and pain. 

You gasped as he breached your barrier, the feeling of fullness unlike anything you've ever experienced. He paused, giving you a moment to adjust before he began to move, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm that had you arching into him. His eyes never left yours, his gaze holding you in place as he claimed you in the most intimate way possible. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, your body begging for more. And as he began to thrust in earnest, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your moans and his grunts of pleasure. The intensity grew with each stroke, and you knew this was just the beginning of a passionate night filled with pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.

Jake's movements were deliberate and slow, his cock sliding into you with a tenderness that was surprising yet incredibly erotic. Each inch was met with a soft groan from you, your body stretching to accommodate his size. He watched you closely, his eyes dark with passion as he pushed deeper, savoring the way your walls clung to him. 

His hands held onto your hips, guiding you with gentle precision as he began to move in and out, setting a slow, rhythmic pace that had you whimpering with need. Each stroke was measured, as if he was memorizing every part of you, making you feel cherished and desired beyond anything you've ever experienced. 

"You're so tight," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "I can feel every part of you." His hips rolled in a hypnotic pattern, his length hitting that perfect spot deep within you, making your toes curl and your nails dig into the bedsheets. His lips found yours again, his kiss deep and lingering as he continued to move within you, the intimacy of the moment threatening to consume you both.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, urging him closer as you try to absorb every inch of him. You arch your back, pushing your hips up to meet his, eager for more of his deep, powerful thrusts. Each time he enters you, it feels like your body is being claimed by him, filled in a way that makes you feel both vulnerable and incredibly powerful. 

Your legs lock around his waist, pulling him into you with a need that borders on desperation. The rhythm builds, a crescendo of passion and lust that resonates through the very core of your being. Your breaths become ragged, your moans louder, as he continues to move within you, his pace increasing with every beat of your racing heart. 

The connection between you is palpable, a dance of desire that leaves you both breathless and yearning for more. His eyes never leave yours, the intensity of his gaze a silent promise that he won't stop until you're both lost in the bliss of release. And as you feel the beginnings of another orgasm building within you, you tighten your grip, pushing down against his hips with all the strength you have, silently begging for him to take you over the edge once more.

Jake's thrusts grew more urgent as he felt his climax approaching, his hips moving with a fervor that matched the racing beat of his heart. His eyes remained locked on yours, the depth of his passion unmistakable as he drove into you with all the pent-up desire of years of longing. As he reached his peak, his body tensed, and with a guttural groan, he released himself deep inside you, filling you with his warmth. 

His hand slipped down to your clit, his fingers beginning to circle it with the same rhythm as his hips, not wanting to leave you behind in the throes of passion. His touch was masterful, applying just the right amount of pressure as he felt your body respond, your muscles tightening around his cock, drawing out his orgasm even as it pushed you closer to yours. 

Your moans grew louder, mingling with his own as the pleasure grew to a fever pitch. His movements grew erratic, driven by the intensity of his release, but his attention never wavered from your clit, working it with a fierce determination that had your eyes squeezing shut and your back arching off the bed. And just when you thought you couldn't handle any more, your body gave in to the sensation, and a second, even more powerful orgasm crashed over you, making your entire body spasm with pleasure. 

As the aftershocks of your shared release rippled through you, he collapsed on top of you, his breaths coming in ragged pants as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his heart hammering against your chest. For a moment, the world ceased to exist outside of the two of you, lost in the blissful haze of passion and intimacy.

Jake's body trembled slightly as he tried to catch his breath, his chest heaving against yours. The intensity of what had just happened left him feeling both satisfied and vulnerable, and he buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck as he tried to wrap his mind around the emotions swirling within him. 

He'd wanted this for so long, and now that he had you in his arms, safe and satisfied, he didn't want to let go. But there was still something else he needed to say, a confession that had been burning within him since the day he met you. 

“Jake..” you murmur his name, he raised his head slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. 

"There's... something I need to tell you," he began, his voice a soft rumble against your skin. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle yet shaky. "I've been trying to find the right time, but... there's never been a perfect moment."

Your body tenses with his words, anxiety filling you with his words. “What’s wrong?” you grip his forearms gently, fingers digging into his muscles. Jake noticed your tension, his expression turning even more concerned. 

He shifted his body so that he was fully facing you, his eyes fixed on yours. "It's nothing bad, I promise," he started, his voice slightly reassuring. "It's just... something I've been holding onto for a long time. Something I've been too afraid to say."

“What is it Jake? Spit it out, you're scaring me here..” your eyebrows furrow as you gaze at him. His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing soothing circles against your skin. 

"I'm sorry. I don't want to scare you. It's just..." He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the words he was about to say. "The truth is... I've been in love with you for a long time. Years, actually."

You let out a shaky sigh before giggling, body relaxing into the mattress underneath you. Jake's eyes widened in surprise at your response. He had anticipated many reactions, but laughter was not one of them. "You're... laughing?" he asked, his voice filled with both confusion and disbelief. "Why are you laughing?"

“How long have you been in love with me?” your hands move to cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. 

A slight frown tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he didn't pull away from your touch. "Since the day I met you," he admitted softly. "Ever since I laid eyes on you, I've been captivated. It was like a punch to the gut, and I couldn't shake the feeling no matter how hard I tried."

“You should’ve said something earlier.” you press a soft kiss to his lips, teeth tugging on his bottom lip as you pull away. He chuckled softly as you pulled away, a hint of amusement in his eyes. 

"Yeah, hindsight's 20/20, right?" He cupped your chin, his thumb brushing over your lips. "I was scared. I didn't think you felt the same way, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship if I was wrong." 

You kiss him again, loving the taste and feel of his lips against you. Jake melts into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer. He deepened the kiss, his tongue meeting yours in a slow, passionate dance. 

It was a kiss filled with years of pent-up desire, years of holding back his feelings. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath coming in short gasps. “I love you too Jake, I always have.” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

He was certain he'd misheard you, or that this entire moment was a dream. But the feel of your body against his, the tenderness in your voice, told him that this was real. That you genuinely felt the same way about him. He tightened his arms around you, pulling you against his chest.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that," he murmured, his voice filled with both ecstasy and relief. He lays back, pulling you onto his chest, you trace soft circles onto his chest. 

“Jake, you know…” He hummed in response, his eyes half-lidded as he reveled in the feeling of your touch. 

"Yeah, sweetheart?" he asked, one of his hands idly playing with your hair. 

“We never finished my massage.” you murmur, cheek pressed against his smooth skin. A sly smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he processed your words. He didn't know how he could have forgotten about your unfinished massage, considering how much he'd been looking forward to it.

"You're right," he replied, his voice taking on a more sultry tone. "We never did finish that massage, did we?"

[an-unknown-writers-world]

Mr. Christmas

Warnings: None really – cheesy

Pairing:  Jake “Hangman” Seresin x wife!Reader

Characters: Brief mentions of Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Penny Benjamin

Word Count: 1,125

A/N: Just something super cheesy steaming from the Brett Eldredge song Mr. Christmas – honestly I’ve just been struggling to get into holiday spirit myself. Usually a little Brett Eldredge is prefect for getting my in the spirit and that’s just not doing it this year.

Text me when you pull in, please. I have a surprise for you. That was the message you received from your husband when you told him you were headed home.

He had been acting weird since Thanksgiving, and just when you thought he couldn’t get any weirder, he had practically begged you to spend the day with your uncle Pete. You were overdue for a bonding day, so you didn’t object.

 The situation got even stranger when you overheard him making arrangements with Natasha and Bradley to meet at the house when you were gone. Part of you wanted to be worried. But Jake had never given you a reason to question your relationship or him, so you wouldn’t do him or yourself the disservice of not trusting him. But that certainly didn’t reduce your anxiety as you pulled into your driveway.

You didn’t want to wait for a response, so you picked up your phone to call him instead of texting.

“Babe, is everything alright?” Jake answered the phone, worry unmistakable in his tone.

“I’m fine, just sitting in the driveway,” you replied, turning off your car.

“Shit, did I miss your text?”

“No, l didn’t want to wait any longer to hear your voice.”

He chuckled, “flattery will get you nowhere, Mrs. Seresin.”

You hummed happily, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being called that”

“I’ll be right out, Mrs. Seresin.” you could hear the smile in his voice.

Your relationship was controversial in your family and group of friends. You had been together for over a year but married after just ten months of dating. You and Jake felt it was right, but everyone else was hesitant that you were rushing into something that neither of you understood. 

This was your first holiday season as a married couple, and it was nothing like you had expected. You went from living in a state with four seasons to San Diego, which only had one. Seventy degrees didn’t really scream Christmas season to you. Leaving your usual holiday cheer virtually nonexistent. You cohosted Thanksgiving with Penny and thought that it would never end when usually that is something you would have lived for. One night at The Hard Deck, your uncle Pete asked when you were going to start decorating for your favorite holiday. When you responded with a shrug and a simple comment about not feeling up for it, Jake knew he had to do something to cheer you up. 

Turning off your car, you were unplugging your phone and tossing it into your purse when your car door opened. Jake was dressed in your favorite gray sweatpants and a Hard Deck t-shirt, with a Santa hat dawning his head.

“Hey baby,” He smiled, stretching out his hand. “Did you have a good day with Mave?” 

You took his hand, climbing out of the car. “I did. We went to the beach for a while, and Penny joined us for dinner. It was good.” You reached on your tiptoes and kissed him. “Thank you for insisting I go.”

“I’m glad you had a good day.” He closed the car door. “I have a surprise for you.” 

“Jake,” you practically whined.

“I know, I know, you hate surprises. But I think you’ll like this one.” He grinned. 

You stared up at him, trying to be angry or annoyed, but you weren’t. As much as you hate being surprised, Jake’s surprises tend to be your favorite moments. 

“Did you go through the Christmas boxes in the garage?” You asked, flicking the ball of the Santa hat. 

Jake laughed, “No, this was Rooster’s doing.” 

You found yourself skeptical as you approached the walk-up to the door. 

“Do you trust me?” Jake asked, pulling you to a stop. 

“With my life.” You replied without hesitation.

“You have two choices- I can blindfold you, or you can let me carry you into the house.”

“Um, what?” You exclaimed, confused. 

“You said you trusted me.” 

You laughed, “that was before you gave me two creepy serial killer options.” 

He raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Fine, fine.” You raised your hands, laughing. “Blindfold.”

“Really?” He pouted. “Guess you’ll have to wait here while I find one.”

“If I only had one option, why did you give me two?” 

“Well, I thought you’d only need the one.” 

You rolled your eyes, smiling at your dork of a husband. “Fine, you can carry me.” 

Jake picked you up bridal style and situated you in his arms. You kissed his cheek, just thankful to be so close to him. You knew he didn’t want you to peek at whatever he’d spent the day doing, so you buried your face in his neck, closing your eyes. Whatever it was, you knew he meant well. But that was the thing about your husband - he always has good intentions; he just might be terrible at showing that sometimes. Especially when it comes to his teammates. 

He jostled you around as he navigated opening the door; you could hear soft Christmas music playing in the background. “I’m gonna put you down now. Open your eyes.”

You felt your feet hit the ground, Jake’s hands on your waist steadying you. Opening your eyes, you looked around the living room. A Christmas tree was tucked in the corner, beautifully lit with red and white balls. Green and red garland lined the banister of the stairs and the arch between the living room and kitchen. Stockings hung over the fireplace with your names written across them. 

“Jake,” You beamed, “You did all of this?”

“I had help.”

“Nat and Bradley?”

He chuckled.

“You didn’t hide that part very well.” You turned, looking up at him.

“I didn’t care about that part. I just wanted to do something to cheer you up.”

You leaned up on your tiptoes and kissed him chastely. “Mission accomplished.”

The song faded into a new one, one that you loved. That’s when you realized that he had set up your vinyl record player and had your favorite Christmas album playing. 

“Inspiration?” You asked, pointing to the vinyl player.

“Babe, you played this song on repeat last year.” Jake laughed, pulling you closer. “I think it still plays in my sleep.”

“I have zero regrets.”

“Considering how much you love all of this.” He pointed to the decorations and lights. “Not to mention how many times I listened to this man’s albums last year, I knew I needed to do something to help you get in the holiday mood. What does he say? Turn your heart to red and green instead of blue.”

You giggled, “Guess that makes you Mr. Christmas.” 

“I’ll make your spirit bright,” He closed the distance between you, kissing you.

A/N: If you’ve made it this far - thank you so so so much for reading! My Masterlist can be found here. All work is also available on AO3  

[startrekfangirl2233-fic-recs]

The way I am obsessed with this series! Oh my god. Jake is so fucking screwed. Mav is going to murder him for going at it with his little girl. I'm loving their dynamic. Jake is so gone for Iris already and as much as she loves teasing him, I think Iris is a little bit gone for Jake too. This one is ridiculously sexy. Read at your own peril!

- XOXO Star

Iris sends Hangman (Deadman) sexy pictures when she knows he’s with Maverick.

ANON!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS CONCEPT DID TO ME!? I DIED OF DEATH.

I.R.I.S Masterlist

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Picture it with me guys. PICTURE IT. Jakes on his lunch break. He’s enjoying the nice sandwich he’d made himself because if he had to eat another protein bar from the vending machine because he snoozed his alarm for just a little too long, he’d have a mental breakdown. They sucked ass. 

“You coming to the Hard Deck after?” Phoenix was asking. She’d begun to grow a little suspicious of Jake and his sudden disinterest in the copious amount of badge bunnies that seemed to hurl themselves at him on any given night.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be there—“ Jake replied with a massive mouthful of his sandwich. He obnoxiously overchewed just to annoy Natasha. 

“I think you’re beating yourself up about this a little too much Mav.” Bob smiled as he walked with Pete into the rec room. “These kids, they’re lethal weapons.” 

“Yeah, there’s literally guys in Fanboys advanced weapons systems lecture right now with callsigns like Mayhem and Chaos.” Rooster added. “So what if Iris got the drop on you old man? It was bound to happen.” It was the talk of Miramar, Y/n Iris Mitchell, only female TopGun student for this class, had gotten tone on her own dad, Captain Pete Maverick Mitchell in a basic Dogfighting maneuvers exercise.. “After all, she is the fruit of your loins.”

“Fruit of Mavs loins is still doing push-ups.” Payback chuckled as he looked out the window. “Can’t believe you have the only person that managed to get tone on your old ass doing push ups through her lunch.” 

Maverick just groaned as he sat beside Jake on the lounge across from Phoenix. 

“She won’t show off next time.” 

“Sore loser—“ Jake chuckled. 

“Don’t you have an ACM scheduled to teach after this? I wouldn’t speak so soon, Hangman—she might blow you out of the sky too.” 

“Imma pair her with P:E, she’ll be so busy watching his ass that she won’t be able to keep an eye on mine.” P.E. – Premature Ejection – pressed the ejection switch in an aircraft while it was still on the runway. How the hell that guy ended up in the top one percent Jake would never understand. “Plus, I’m a hell of a lot faster than you these days, pops.” Just as Jake is razzing on Maverick, his phone is buzzing on the armrest in the lounge. Unbeknownst to Jake, only seconds after Payback had said you were still doing push-ups on the tarmac, you’d been let go. You’d charmed Hondo into thinking you were actually a glutton for punishment and he got bored. 

Jake could’ve sworn he forgot how to breathe when he saw your name pop up on his lock screen, it was his fault really—he should have had the message previews turned on. But he didn’t. He walked right into your web. 

“Who’s texting you? All your friends are here?” Mav taunted as Jake shot him a look. 

“Do you even know how to text?” Jake snickered, swiping his thumb up the screen as his Face ID unlocked his phone. As Jake took another bite of his sandwich, he choked and coughed and splattered about in shock horror. “Fuck—“ Jake had never panicked so immediately before in his life. “Jesus Christ—“

There you were on full display, standing in front of your full length mirror, little emerald green set of lingerie on, obviously a pre taken, premeditated picture because you were just doing pushups out on the fucking tarmac. 

You were standing so close to the mirror that Jake could see your perfect nipples through the lace of the lingerie. You skin looked silky smooth and the hume of the dim lamp radiating behind you told Jake you took this last night when you decided on a night in. If he looked closely he could see the strategically placed vibrator on your bed and the not so inconspicuous H_NGM_N you’d written in the corner of your mirror. 

You were so hot it was a joke at this point.

“Here’s the deal, I get you on tone? you fuck me dumb, you get me on tone? I’ll do that thing with my thumb I know you like.” 

Jake locked his phone as quickly as he could, but he knew Mav had seen it over his shoulder. Holy shit. This was it wasn’t it? 

“What the hell's wrong with you?” Phoenix frowned as Jake coughed up his lunch, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine—“ Jakes in denial as he catches his breath. He’s red in the face and he feels like he’s got fire radiating in his lungs. “I’m good.” He’s not good, he’s got a raging hard on and anger rushing through his veins. 

“He just got sent nude.” Mav chuckled. “That’s what they’re called these days right?” Pete had for a split second seen the photo, until he averted his gaze. Not realising it was you, his own flesh and blood. “Or have I missed something?” He asked with a questioning tone.

“Nah nah, you got it Mav—“ Bradley bit his tongue, shooting Jake a glare. “You’re not missing anything, well done, good job on the lingo man, gold star.” 

There’s a ruckus coming from up the hall, Bob's curiosity gets the better of him when he sticks his head out into the corridor. 

“Looks like Rebound and Krod are at it again.” That was enough to get the attention off of Jake and on the two aviators blowing up in the hall. Mav was on his feet in seconds, Jake was unlocking his phone to text you back to meet him by B Hanger. 

“Your dad was literally sitting right fucking next to me!!” By your reply alone and the smirk that plastered itself across your face Jake knew you were out to get him in trouble. There was no way you weren’t doing this on purpose now. You enjoyed the rush too much. “He couldn’t killed me then and there Iris!? The fuck are you trying to do here?”

“And somehow you’re still breathing?” 

“Don’t you ever pull that shit again? Do you hear me, Lieutenant Mitchell?” 

“Is that an order?” You asked, reaching down to cup Jake's raging erection through his flight suit. “Because there’s a lot more where that came from.” You whispered in Jake's ear as you stood on the tips of your work issued boots. “I would’ve taken some in my red set but I left the panties at your place.” 

“Shame, I really like you in red.” Jake's voice hitched in his throat as you palmed him ever so discreetly. “Like you a hell of a lot better in nothing at all though.” 

“So do you accept my proposal?” You asked softly, pulling back from Jake as you left him harder and throbbing. 

“Nope—“ Jake replied, grabbing you by the forearm as he spun you around, pressed you up against the side of the hanger and kicked your feet apart enough that he had inches on you. “I’m gonna fuck you dumb regardless of who gets tone on who.” Jake smiled, sucking a mark into the supple skin of your neck as he ducked down. “Because that’s what you want me to do don’t you? Daddies little girl, fucked dumb.” Your mother used to tell you something growing up as a kid when you’d ask why she never married Pete. Her response was always different and age appropriate, but the sentiment was always the same.

You fuck dumb, you don’t marry dumb.

Jake left a mark so dark and angry in his wake that it was very much noticeable when you returned for Jake’s theory assessment a little over twenty minutes later. 

“Lieutenant Mitchell?” Jake called you out as you sat writing down what he’d just said. “Is that some sort of bruise on your neck?” 

“Oh damn Iris where’d you get that?” Trash asked as he peeled your collar back, getting a better look at it. You just rolled your eyes, annoyed Jake would stoop so low. But then again, you deserved it. 

“Your mum gave it to me when I was busy fucking her last night, White.” You replied, to which the other pilots responded in an uproar. Jake just smirked to himself when you sent him a wink. Smiling back. 

Hangman felt his heart skip a beat as you did so. Feeling a warmth radiate in his chest he'd never felt before.

Fuck.

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[make-me-imagine]

Secret Santa: Maverick's Ending

12 Days of Christmas: Day 12

‘Secret Santa: Part One’

Plot: The day of the festival has arrived and you are filled with anxiety and hope as to who might be waiting for you.

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Gn!Reader

Words: ~1.4k

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Your heart was pounding in your chest as you walked into Maverick's office. His eyes glanced up from his desk, and seemed to light up as he saw you.

"Y/n." He greeted with his usual cheery tone.

"P- Captain." you quickly corrected yourself.

He smiled "Pete, please, or Maverick, we're not on duty right now, Y/n."

You almost forgot how to speak as your name left his mouth. It always caught you off guard, especially when he always seemed to smile as he said it.

You let out a soft chuckle "Right" you nodded, as you took out the slip of paper.

As his eyes landed on it, he repressed a smile. "That your Secret Santa guess?"

You nodded as you handed it to him "Yes."

Your heart was pounding as he took it from you. What if he opened it right now? What f he read his own name and would have to tell you you were wrong. What then? You'd have to lie about the presents you received. About why you wanted it to be him.

Relief washed over you as you saw him set it down on a small pile of other papers, you assumed were the other's guesses.

He looked back at you and smiled "Enjoy your night Y/n."

You smiled and nodded, swallowing as you eyed the piece of paper one more time. "Thank you, you too...Pete."

Turning, you left his office with a long breath. If it was him would he have told you then? Or would he truly wait until the festival when you found him there?

If.

You corrected yourself. You didn't know it was him. It probably wasn't. You needed to see that.

As you shut the door, Pete quickly grabbed the piece of paper and read it.

Gifted to: Phoenix

Secret Santa: Maverick

He smiled as he read his name as your guess. Did that mean you wanted it to be him? Or was he too obvious with his gifts? No, there was no way he was that obvious.

Looking back up at the door, he smiled to himself again. He felt guilty for leaving your name out of the hat for the others to pick, but only for a moment. But he needed to have some way of telling you that would be memorable. And this was a good way, or so he hoped.

A lot could change at the festival. Your relationship, and your future. He held information for your next assignment, and it could dictate what the rest of your future would look like, and if it included him.

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As you stared ahead at the crowded festival, your mind was raging with various thoughts. Fears, hopes, regret, anxiety, everything.

And in between it all, you thought about Pete. How you two had worked together numerous times since your first meeting. How he never treated you as inferior, and pushed you to be your best.

How in the short time between meeting him for the special detachment with the others, to working with him briefly as a test pilot, you had developed feelings for him.

He ignited your love of testing the limits of air crafts, and made you see your worth as a pilot. You were grateful to him, he was your friend, your colleague, your superior, and the man that held your heart. Even if you might never be able to really give it to him.

As someone brushed past you, muttering a quick apology, you were brought back to reality as you remembered you needed to look for the mysterious secret Santa. Whether or not it was Pete, you didn't want to leave them wondering if you'd show.

Continuing to move through the crowds, you felt your heart jump as you heard a familiar laugh somewhere in the nearby crowd. Your head swiveled around as you looked from person to person.

Hearing a yell of victory, your eyes landed on a nearby game, where you saw Pete high five someone beside him as he won the game.

Your heart began pounding in your chest as you watched him for a minute. You smiled as you watched him give the teddy bear he had won to a father and his child. He smiled at them as he turned to walk away, but his eyes landed on you and he froze.

Your eyes locked for a moment before a smile spread across his face. You seemed unable to move as he approached you.

When he finally reached you, he was still smiling. "There you are." He said softly "I didn't know if you were gonna show."

You were abash with nerves, but managed to find your voice "Wouldn't miss it. I love a mystery."

He smirked at you as he nodded his head "Now that, I did know."

"Just like you knew my love of flowers and symbolism?"

He chuckled softly "Yes, just like that."

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the slip of paper you had written on and opened it.

"Congratulations! You guessed correctly. Looks like you get the day off tomorrow."

You smiled "Lucky me."

As he took a step closer to you, nearly closing the distance between you, your breath caught in your throat.

"I think I should be the one saying that."

"Why's that?" You asked softly, your shyness growing as he stared intensely at you.

"Because I'm pretty lucky myself I think. To have met you, to have seen you grow" as he spoke he inched closer to you, a smile ever present on his face. "and most importantly, to do this."

As his lips gently brushed against yours, you felt as though you were no longer in your body. But as his hand gently cupped your face, you were jolted back, as the kiss deepened.

When you pulled away, he smiled warmly at you.

"That was bold." You muttered out, your voice betraying your surprise at his action.

He shrugged his head softly "I'm feeling bold."

"Don't you always?"

He chuckled "Yes. But I have been wanting to do that for a while."

"It was also bold of you to assume I'd let you."

He cocked his head slightly "I knew you would."

You felt heat rise up your neck, as you understood your fears were true.

"So I didn't hide it very well then?" You asked referring to your crush on the Captain.

He chuckled as he shook his head "No. But I did."

You let out a laugh as you shook your head. "Yeah, that you did."

"I was afraid I'd have to for the foreseeable future."

"What changed?"

"You remember that new-age jet we talked about that you wanted to test fly when it got to that stage?" You nodded "It's being brought to the test-hangar in a couple weeks, and we've both been confirmed as test pilots. Just like before."

Your eyes widened with surprise as you smiled. Testing jets and flying with Maverick was one of your most enjoyable times as a pilot, and you missed it.

"Why me?"

"Well-" he scratched his jaw "Someone may have put in a good word for you."

You grinned "Well, tell them I'm grateful."

He nodded "Will do."

"So we'll be seeing a lot more of each other then."

He smiled "Yeah, we will." He stepped closer to you again as he hovered his face in front of yours, his eyes lingering on your lips. "And I can't wait."

You let out a soft giggle as you gently grabbed the collar of his jacket as he leaned in for a second kiss.

After a moment he pulled away with a soft smile "I have a confession."

"Another one?"

He nodded softly "I rigged the game so I would get you."

A smile slowly pulled at your face as you feigned shock "You cheated at Secret Santa?"

He cringed slightly "Yeah I know."

"I'm pretty sure there's a special place in hell for that.

He chuckled as he shook his head "Worth it."

You giggled softly "Well, either way, I'm glad you did."

He brushed his nose gently against yours "So am I."

Hearing a loud popping sound followed by the cheers of people you and Pete looked over to see the beginning of a fireworks show.

Pete smiled at you and held out his hand "Shall we?"

You smiled and nodded as you placed your hand in his "We shall."

xx End xx

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

The Orange.

You and Jake share an orange. He’s in love with you.

Part 2 - For Eternity.

Pairing - Jake Seresin x female reader

Warnings - None

Word Count - 2047

Masterlist. Requests.

The air conditioning rattles gently, keeping you company. You’re sat at the bar of The Hard Deck, reading the book that’s been sitting forgotten on your nightstand for months. Outside, you can hear the cheering and yelling coming from the Dagger Squad, who are playing their new favourite game – Dog Fight Football. Ever since Maverick introduced it, they’ve been hooked, finding any reason to gather at the beach and take each other down.

You man the bar while Penny sits on the beach, watching her partner and his team sprint across the sand. Inevitably, soon they’ll all come running inside, requesting water, beer, and popsicles to cool their heated skin and flushed faces. You prefer to shelter yourself away from the sun during the day, and make the most of the warm summer nights that seem to last forever.

You’re already mentally planning your evening – you’ll finish your shift, grab a drink, and walk down the beach, perhaps taking your book with you. You’ll sit on the cooling sand, rest your legs, and stay there until the ocean breeze gives you your cue to leave. You’ll offer Jake to join you, and he’ll make a big show of being sarcastically reluctant – but he’ll never say no to you. Those sunset conversations have become the best part of your days – and his.

Your friendship with Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin is a seemingly unlikely one. Arrogant, charming, decorated Naval Aviator meets intelligent, determined, stubborn waitress. When the Dagger Squad arrived in town for the uranium mission, Penny had given you a sarcastic, but slightly genuine warning.

“You better watch out, you know”, she says in passing one night. You quirk your eyebrow at her questioningly.

“These pilots. They’re gonna be all over you. Fresh new eye candy for them to fight over.” She winks at you cheekily and leaves you to serve another customer.

You knew it was always just convenience, for the Aviators. You were pretty, and witty, and served them their drinks every night. You were in their line of sight. They didn’t really want you, you were just available. Easy. Or so you thought.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin showed up that night with the confidence of ten men. The minute he laid eyes on you, you felt it. Some sort of shift. A crack in your universe.

He’d sidled up to the bar with a swagger in his walk that should have been off putting – but strangely wasn’t. The moment you heard that thick drawl flow like honey from his lips, you knew you’d have to use every ounce of self control you possessed. He was gorgeous.

And cocky.

The man had gotten accustomed to having women throw themselves at his feet. All he had to do was flash that gleaming smile, and he’d have girls dropping their barriers – and their underwear. He was a ladies man, and he knew it. You were aware he only ever spent a night with them – having had to rescue him from many awkward confrontations at the bar, usually along the lines of, “why didn’t you call me back?” and “you said you’d make breakfast!”.

You, however, became the exception to his rule. You didn’t expect anything from him, just his kindness, which he would happily give you by the tonne. Your kindness though, is what started your friendship in the first place. Or maybe it was stupidity. You were still deciding.

It was a Friday night at The Hard Deck. The Squad were over by the pool tables, drinking, and throwing darts. You’d been subtly watching Hangman from your position behind the bar. He was bragging to Coyote about being able to hit the bullseye with his eyes closed, and proceeded to demonstrate. He closed his eyes, hit the target, and reopened them to be met with an angry brunette with a point to prove.

“Excuse me, Hangman! You think you can just sneak out of my house, not call me, and then come in here and play darts like nothing happened?”

She jabs her finger angrily into his chest, but he doesn’t move. Stubborn man.

“Sweetheart,” he drawls, “let’s not do this here. I’m sorry I didn’t call. But I thought you knew; it was just a one time thing.”

He lays his charm on thick, and you see her falter for a minute. You’re almost willing her to give up, and save herself the inevitable embarrassment. But lo and behold, she continues.

She’s shouting now, yelling about his treatment of women, and how he should be ashamed, how he led her on with his false intentions. His squad are watching silently, attempting to stifle the laughter that threatens to bubble up between them. Javy has managed to take a few subtle steps back, as if to get as far away as possible from the danger zone.

She’s still yelling, and he’s just stood there, with that damned smirk on his face, taking it. You know whatever he’s going to say next is undoubtedly going to shred the poor girl’s self confidence, so, without much thought, you move from behind the bar, and make your way to the scene.

Placing your hand on his ridiculously toned bicep, you look up at him, praying that he’ll understand what you’re trying to silently say. You’re saving him.

“Babe, what’s going on?”, you ask cluelessly, as if you hadn’t been watching the entire situation unfold from mere feet away.

“Babe?”, she yells, more at the universe than at either of you.

Jake, for once, doesn’t quite know what to say. So, you continue.

“Yeah. I have no idea what’s happening, but I think we should talk.”

You look at him pointedly, and he seems to get the message. You apologise to the girl quickly, and drag Jake away, through the bar and out of the back door, into the cool evening air. You speak before he has the chance to.

“Please, Hangman. Keep your soap opera disaster of a love life out of my bar. No one wants to see it.”

It’s your turn now to jab your pointer finger into his chest. You expect him to snap back with a sarcastic remark, or to laugh. But he doesn’t. He just looks at you. Really looks. As if he’s seeing you for the first time, despite you serving him his beers every time he comes into the bar. Eventually, he speaks.

“You really are an angel, aren’t you?”

It’s your turn to look at him now. That wasn’t what you expected. You scoff, and raise your eyebrows at him.

“Seriously, Jake. It isn’t my business what you do with your spare time, but please, save us all from having to watch the car crash every week.”

He laughs. A real, genuine, hearty laugh, that settles itself into your ribs, into the cavity of your chest. You’ve never heard him laugh like that. It makes you like him more. Damn.

“I’m kinda done with it all anyway.”

“Done with what?”

“The sleeping around. One night stands. None of those girls are half as interesting or half as pretty as you.”

He’s looking at you again. You’re determined not to let him get under your skin, so you bark,

“Yeah, right. Bet you say that to all the girls, huh, Seresin?”

He laughs, and then pauses, million dollar smile still etched on his face.

“I’m serious. You won’t have to rescue me like that again, Angel. That’s a promise.”

He winks at you, and you swat his arm, before grabbing his hand and leading him back inside.

That was months ago.

Since then, you’ve spent an increasing amount of time with him. Laughing, joking, teasing. His friendship is more valuable than his weight in gold, you’re convinced, and you lower your guard ever so slightly. He’s worth letting in. You know he is. Warnings be damned.

You smell him before you see him when he enters the bar. He smells like cologne, salt, and sunshine – so distinct, so Jake. You’d bottle it up if you could, store a vial in every room in your house.

You feel him before you see him when he makes his way over to you. Feel his body get closer, the heat radiating off him. You can almost feel the salt on his skin when he plasters himself against your back, kissing the top of your head affectionately.

“Mmm, you smell good. What you reading, Angel?”

He’s moved to sit on the stool next to you. At this angle, you get a better look at him. He’s not wearing a shirt, golden skin on display. Begging for you to touch it, run your fingers along it, your tongue. You know he’d taste like the ocean and the sky simultaneously. Sunshine boy.

You pull yourself back to reality, and show him the cover of your book.

“Ah, smart girl.”

The praise lights up your bones, seems to settle into your ribs. You know, like all friendship does.

You look at him, and clock him watching you. He’s looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

Jake Seresin is in love with you.

You can see it clear as day, all of a sudden. Like you’ve been looking at him through a fog, a mist, and it’s evaporated without a warning.

He’s in love with you.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s kept his promise from that night. No more girls, no more one night stands. Since that evening, he’s only had one woman on his mind. You.

You’ve become suddenly aware of all of this, and you don’t know what to do with it. What about your friendship? What if this jeopardises everything? Losing him would be your worst nightmare. You’d rather have him as a friend than not have him at all.

But then, you realise, that’s not going to happen. Because he’s in love with you. And like a freight train, it hits you. You’re in love with him. You have been since the moment he stepped foot in the bar, all self-assured attitude and golden hair and bright eyes. You’re in love with Jake Seresin and he’s in love with you and the world is suddenly making sense. The final piece of the jigsaw puzzle has been placed and you don’t know whether to laugh or cry or scream or dance or all four or none at all.

So you stand, and make your way behind the bar. You slide a glass of ice cold water in front of him, and grab an orange. It’s ripe, bright and feels like a ball of light in your hand. A promise.

You sit back in your original position, on the stool next to his, but turn to face him. Carefully, you peel the orange, bit by bit. Juice runs down your fingers onto the palm of your hand, and without thinking, Jake grabs your wrist and traces the journey of the drop with his tongue. You look up through your lashes and smile at him gently, and continue to peel, slowly, deliberately. When you’re satisfied, you split the orange, and hand one half to him.

The air conditioning rattles gently, keeping you company. You eat in silence, stopping occasionally to inhale the smell of citrus, salt, and sunshine.

Jake reaches out as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, and runs his thumb across your bottom lip carefully. He places his thumb in his mouth, and sucks gently.

You’re not sure if it’s you, or him, or gravity, but somehow, you’ve ended up sat with your legs in between his, facing each other. Orange finished, he leans in, and brushes your lips with his. He tastes like citrus, and salt, and sunshine. So distinctly Jake, that you’d bottle it if you could. He pulls back, resting his forehead on yours. There’s a warmth emanating from him that you’re sure isn’t solely from the sun. You haven’t been outside in hours, and you’re omitting it too.

It feels like hours that you sit there, foreheads pressed together, orange peel abandoned on the bar top. Neither of you needs to speak. You both know exactly what the other person is thinking.

Jake Seresin is in love with you. Nothing else matters.

[princessmisery666]

Maverick's Annual Scavenger Hunt Master List (3 Part Mini Series)

Summary: You and Jake have been dancing around each other for a while. The Dagger Squad set it up so that the dancing stops, but a case of miscommunication could ruin it all. 

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: Fluff, flirting, teasing, smut, miscommunication, angst. 

W/C: 12k (3 parts)

Characters: Unnamed female reader (you/she/her), Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace, Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado. Small Parts/Mentioned: The rest of Dagger Squad, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, Penny Benjamin. 

Pairing: Hangman x Female Reader. Phoenix x Coyote. Mentioned: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x Penny Benjamin.

Notes: Reader has a call sign. 

A/N: @deanwinchesterswitch sent me this ask a while ago to inspire the muses so here it is. @writercole helped kick the muses when they wanted to give up and gave me the idea for Coyote's car in Part 3.

Beta(s): @deanwinchesterswitch // all mistakes are mine.

Graphics: made by me on Canva.

Master Lists: Top Gun Maverick // Main

Series Complete.

Part 1 - Maverick's Annual Scavenger Hunt

Part 2 - The Full Seresin Service

Part 3 - Didn't Know Then What I Know Now