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Thankfully Daisy's got the rest of the daggers looking out for her!!

Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 21

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Dagger Squad going away party and then Jake and Daisy say goodbye at the docks

A/N #2: *walks in 3 months late with a dunkin iced latte* sorry, y'all the mental illness got me.

AO3 Link

Previous Chapter

  Six months. Jake and Bradley were going to be gone for six months. I was pretending that it didn’t feel like my world was ending, helping Penny plan a send off party to distract myself. 

“It’s going to be a fun night, Wildflower,” Jake pressed a kiss to my temple, hands smoothing over the sides of my dress. Even though it was a little cold out to be wearing it, I had put on the green sundress he liked, planning on adding a cardigan for warmth before we left. “Just focus on that.” 

“I know, Penny said to focus on the positives, and Tasha said if I can’t do that, find her and she’ll get me drunk.” Jake chuckled, kissing his way from my temple down to my neck, hands gripping my waist.

“Between our favorite bartender and your best friend, I think there will be plenty of tequila available.” I leaned back against his chest, savoring the feeling of warmth coming from him. Jake looked good, dressed up in dark jeans and a green button down that matched my dress with the sleeves rolled up, and if we didn’t have the party to go to…well, we probably would have been spending every second until he had to report for duty in bed. “Let’s just try to avoid a hangover.” 

“Deal,” I turned in his hold, hugging him tight. “Now let’s get going before Ames starts calling asking where we are.” 

Mav and Penny’s house had been turned into a party venue, with string lights, banners, and lots of drinks all around. The cake Ames had helped me bake was on display in the kitchen, which Rooster was eyeing while talking to Mav about the plane they were fixing up.

“Drink this,” Tasha greeted me with a hug and a shot, Javy close behind her with a beer in his hand and a smile on his face. They were good together and it made me happy that Tasha finally made things official. Tasha had gotten a kick out of Operation Sitcom, especially the original plan that involved handcuffing them together and locking them in a room. “Tonight is about celebrating, I don’t want to see any tears except tears of laughter and joy. Got me?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” I took the shot, shaking my head at the burn. “Did Penny manage to hide the karaoke machine from Ames?” Just the look on her face was enough to answer.

“Karaoke?” Jake sounded nervous, “Why would there be karaoke?” Javy chuckled,

“Come on, man. Haven’t you told Daisy that you’re an ace at karaoke?” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jake said flatly. “I don’t sing.” Had I really never told him about mama ratting out his talent show exploits? I couldn’t help but smile at the thought. 

“Even if I ask you to?” I batted my lashes at him, “I know exactly what song I’d request.” 

“And what would that be, baby?” 

“Should’ve Been A Cowboy,” Jake groaned, letting go of my waist to cover his face, making all three of us laugh. “I’m pretty sure you know it.” 

“Who told you? Helen or Caroline?” I looked at Tasha, feeling lighter than I had since being given the news about the deployment.

“Let’s go convince Bob to sing too,” Jake made a noise of protest as Tasha led me away. 

Bob and I got side tracked, looking at pictures of his sister’s dog for a while, debating if it would be a good idea for him to get a dog or not.

“Girls love dogs,” Tasha pointed out. “You could get a dog and then the dog will help you get a girlfriend.” 

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Bob shook his head with a smile. “But now that you’re starting to sound like my mom, I’m going to get another pop.” 

“We should find him a girl,” Tasha sighed, sipping her drink. “Bob’s nice, he’d be the perfect boyfriend.” 

“A thousand percent, he’s boyishly cute, polite, and endlessly thoughtful. Why aren’t we dating Bob?” 

“I think we were tricked,” Tasha snorted. “Come on, let’s get your boyfriend to sing for us.” 

Jake did end up singing, which I had dutifully recorded and sent to his sisters, much to their delight. Caroline had especially loved Jake and Rooster’s duet of Eye Of The Tiger. Tasha and Bob had managed to keep me in good spirits, which meant I didn’t need that much tequila to get through the night. That made the next morning just a little bit easier. 

Jake and Rooster had to report to the docks before sunrise, his alarm going off far too early in the morning for my liking. I tried to bury my face in Jake’s chest to block out the noise, whining when he pulled away.

“We’ve gotta get up, baby. Come on,” Jake’s voice was deep and scratchy from sleep, “I’ll give you kisses if you get out of bed.” 

“What if I want kisses in bed?” I knew it was childish, delaying the inevitable, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted Jake to stay. I wanted to go to sleep beside him every night and wake up with him in the morning. I wanted him to come home from work and tell me how good the dinner I was cooking smelled. I just wanted him. 

“One kiss in bed,” Jake chuckled, leaning down and kissing my forehead. “Now, out of bed for a real kiss.” He took my hands and pulled me out of bed and into a long kiss.

“I love you,” I whispered, kissing his chest right over his heart. Jake whispered it back, kissing the top of my head. “Get dressed, I’ll make breakfast.” 

“Or you come sit on the counter while I get ready,” Jake’s eyes softened. “I want to spend as much time with you as I can.” My heart broke and I had to bite my tongue to hold back tears, nodding my head.

Jake led me to the bathroom and lifted me onto the counter, serenading me with country songs as he showered, and giving me kisses between swipes of his razor as he shaved. The domesticity that I loved was tinged with sadness but I tried to stay in the moment, focusing on how much I loved him and he loved me. 

X

The truck was quiet as we drove to the base. Coyote was riding with Rooster so that someone could drive the Bronco back and take care of while we were away and Phoenix was riding with us as emotional support for Daisy. It was going to be hard, being without Daisy for six months but at least it wasn’t a year long deployment or one that required them to be no-contact with their families, that probably would have killed me. 

The whole squad had already promised to take care of Daisy while Rooster and I were deployed, which made me feel at least a little bit better. Helen and Caroline had also talked about coming for a spa weekend, something that I knew Daisy would enjoy.

“I’m going to say goodbye to Rooster,” Phoenix patted me on the shoulder, “Don’t be a dick out there, Hangman.” Of course. I smiled a little, giving her a nod. 

Daisy had tears in her eyes when I looked back at her. She was wearing her pajamas, with her hair in a messy bun, and I knew beneath her sweatshirt were the dog tags I had bought for her. One day, hopefully soon, she’d be wearing my ring too. 

“If you asked me to stay, I would,” The words left my mouth without thinking but they were the truth. I loved the Navy, I loved flying, but I would give it all up if I never had to see Daisy cry again. Daisy flinched, blinking in confusion,

“Absolutely not,” She cupped my face between her hands. “This is your dream job, you love it, I’d never ask you to give it up.” Daisy fixed me with a serious look, eyebrows scrunched together. “You’re going to come home to me, it’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.” 

“Marry me?” Daisy laughed, tears spilling down her pale cheeks.

“Ask me again when you get home.” I kissed her hard, tasting the syrup from the pancakes she had made for breakfast. I was going to marry this girl just as soon as she let me.

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Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 21

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Dagger Squad going away party and then Jake and Daisy say goodbye at the docks

A/N #2: *walks in 3 months late with a dunkin iced latte* sorry, y'all the mental illness got me.

AO3 Link

Previous Chapter

  Six months. Jake and Bradley were going to be gone for six months. I was pretending that it didn’t feel like my world was ending, helping Penny plan a send off party to distract myself. 

“It’s going to be a fun night, Wildflower,” Jake pressed a kiss to my temple, hands smoothing over the sides of my dress. Even though it was a little cold out to be wearing it, I had put on the green sundress he liked, planning on adding a cardigan for warmth before we left. “Just focus on that.” 

“I know, Penny said to focus on the positives, and Tasha said if I can’t do that, find her and she’ll get me drunk.” Jake chuckled, kissing his way from my temple down to my neck, hands gripping my waist.

“Between our favorite bartender and your best friend, I think there will be plenty of tequila available.” I leaned back against his chest, savoring the feeling of warmth coming from him. Jake looked good, dressed up in dark jeans and a green button down that matched my dress with the sleeves rolled up, and if we didn’t have the party to go to…well, we probably would have been spending every second until he had to report for duty in bed. “Let’s just try to avoid a hangover.” 

“Deal,” I turned in his hold, hugging him tight. “Now let’s get going before Ames starts calling asking where we are.” 

Mav and Penny’s house had been turned into a party venue, with string lights, banners, and lots of drinks all around. The cake Ames had helped me bake was on display in the kitchen, which Rooster was eyeing while talking to Mav about the plane they were fixing up.

“Drink this,” Tasha greeted me with a hug and a shot, Javy close behind her with a beer in his hand and a smile on his face. They were good together and it made me happy that Tasha finally made things official. Tasha had gotten a kick out of Operation Sitcom, especially the original plan that involved handcuffing them together and locking them in a room. “Tonight is about celebrating, I don’t want to see any tears except tears of laughter and joy. Got me?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” I took the shot, shaking my head at the burn. “Did Penny manage to hide the karaoke machine from Ames?” Just the look on her face was enough to answer.

“Karaoke?” Jake sounded nervous, “Why would there be karaoke?” Javy chuckled,

“Come on, man. Haven’t you told Daisy that you’re an ace at karaoke?” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jake said flatly. “I don’t sing.” Had I really never told him about mama ratting out his talent show exploits? I couldn’t help but smile at the thought. 

“Even if I ask you to?” I batted my lashes at him, “I know exactly what song I’d request.” 

“And what would that be, baby?” 

“Should’ve Been A Cowboy,” Jake groaned, letting go of my waist to cover his face, making all three of us laugh. “I’m pretty sure you know it.” 

“Who told you? Helen or Caroline?” I looked at Tasha, feeling lighter than I had since being given the news about the deployment.

“Let’s go convince Bob to sing too,” Jake made a noise of protest as Tasha led me away. 

Bob and I got side tracked, looking at pictures of his sister’s dog for a while, debating if it would be a good idea for him to get a dog or not.

“Girls love dogs,” Tasha pointed out. “You could get a dog and then the dog will help you get a girlfriend.” 

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Bob shook his head with a smile. “But now that you’re starting to sound like my mom, I’m going to get another pop.” 

“We should find him a girl,” Tasha sighed, sipping her drink. “Bob’s nice, he’d be the perfect boyfriend.” 

“A thousand percent, he’s boyishly cute, polite, and endlessly thoughtful. Why aren’t we dating Bob?” 

“I think we were tricked,” Tasha snorted. “Come on, let’s get your boyfriend to sing for us.” 

Jake did end up singing, which I had dutifully recorded and sent to his sisters, much to their delight. Caroline had especially loved Jake and Rooster’s duet of Eye Of The Tiger. Tasha and Bob had managed to keep me in good spirits, which meant I didn’t need that much tequila to get through the night. That made the next morning just a little bit easier. 

Jake and Rooster had to report to the docks before sunrise, his alarm going off far too early in the morning for my liking. I tried to bury my face in Jake’s chest to block out the noise, whining when he pulled away.

“We’ve gotta get up, baby. Come on,” Jake’s voice was deep and scratchy from sleep, “I’ll give you kisses if you get out of bed.” 

“What if I want kisses in bed?” I knew it was childish, delaying the inevitable, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted Jake to stay. I wanted to go to sleep beside him every night and wake up with him in the morning. I wanted him to come home from work and tell me how good the dinner I was cooking smelled. I just wanted him. 

“One kiss in bed,” Jake chuckled, leaning down and kissing my forehead. “Now, out of bed for a real kiss.” He took my hands and pulled me out of bed and into a long kiss.

“I love you,” I whispered, kissing his chest right over his heart. Jake whispered it back, kissing the top of my head. “Get dressed, I’ll make breakfast.” 

“Or you come sit on the counter while I get ready,” Jake’s eyes softened. “I want to spend as much time with you as I can.” My heart broke and I had to bite my tongue to hold back tears, nodding my head.

Jake led me to the bathroom and lifted me onto the counter, serenading me with country songs as he showered, and giving me kisses between swipes of his razor as he shaved. The domesticity that I loved was tinged with sadness but I tried to stay in the moment, focusing on how much I loved him and he loved me. 

X

The truck was quiet as we drove to the base. Coyote was riding with Rooster so that someone could drive the Bronco back and take care of while we were away and Phoenix was riding with us as emotional support for Daisy. It was going to be hard, being without Daisy for six months but at least it wasn’t a year long deployment or one that required them to be no-contact with their families, that probably would have killed me. 

The whole squad had already promised to take care of Daisy while Rooster and I were deployed, which made me feel at least a little bit better. Helen and Caroline had also talked about coming for a spa weekend, something that I knew Daisy would enjoy.

“I’m going to say goodbye to Rooster,” Phoenix patted me on the shoulder, “Don’t be a dick out there, Hangman.” Of course. I smiled a little, giving her a nod. 

Daisy had tears in her eyes when I looked back at her. She was wearing her pajamas, with her hair in a messy bun, and I knew beneath her sweatshirt were the dog tags I had bought for her. One day, hopefully soon, she’d be wearing my ring too. 

“If you asked me to stay, I would,” The words left my mouth without thinking but they were the truth. I loved the Navy, I loved flying, but I would give it all up if I never had to see Daisy cry again. Daisy flinched, blinking in confusion,

“Absolutely not,” She cupped my face between her hands. “This is your dream job, you love it, I’d never ask you to give it up.” Daisy fixed me with a serious look, eyebrows scrunched together. “You’re going to come home to me, it’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.” 

“Marry me?” Daisy laughed, tears spilling down her pale cheeks.

“Ask me again when you get home.” I kissed her hard, tasting the syrup from the pancakes she had made for breakfast. I was going to marry this girl just as soon as she let me.

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Is it really a tgm fic without a deployment??? I don't want him to go either 😭 but a writer has to do what a writer has to do

I promise future cuddles but first, they must fly

Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 21

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Dagger Squad going away party and then Jake and Daisy say goodbye at the docks

A/N #2: *walks in 3 months late with a dunkin iced latte* sorry, y'all the mental illness got me.

AO3 Link

Previous Chapter

  Six months. Jake and Bradley were going to be gone for six months. I was pretending that it didn’t feel like my world was ending, helping Penny plan a send off party to distract myself. 

“It’s going to be a fun night, Wildflower,” Jake pressed a kiss to my temple, hands smoothing over the sides of my dress. Even though it was a little cold out to be wearing it, I had put on the green sundress he liked, planning on adding a cardigan for warmth before we left. “Just focus on that.” 

“I know, Penny said to focus on the positives, and Tasha said if I can’t do that, find her and she’ll get me drunk.” Jake chuckled, kissing his way from my temple down to my neck, hands gripping my waist.

“Between our favorite bartender and your best friend, I think there will be plenty of tequila available.” I leaned back against his chest, savoring the feeling of warmth coming from him. Jake looked good, dressed up in dark jeans and a green button down that matched my dress with the sleeves rolled up, and if we didn’t have the party to go to…well, we probably would have been spending every second until he had to report for duty in bed. “Let’s just try to avoid a hangover.” 

“Deal,” I turned in his hold, hugging him tight. “Now let’s get going before Ames starts calling asking where we are.” 

Mav and Penny’s house had been turned into a party venue, with string lights, banners, and lots of drinks all around. The cake Ames had helped me bake was on display in the kitchen, which Rooster was eyeing while talking to Mav about the plane they were fixing up.

“Drink this,” Tasha greeted me with a hug and a shot, Javy close behind her with a beer in his hand and a smile on his face. They were good together and it made me happy that Tasha finally made things official. Tasha had gotten a kick out of Operation Sitcom, especially the original plan that involved handcuffing them together and locking them in a room. “Tonight is about celebrating, I don’t want to see any tears except tears of laughter and joy. Got me?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” I took the shot, shaking my head at the burn. “Did Penny manage to hide the karaoke machine from Ames?” Just the look on her face was enough to answer.

“Karaoke?” Jake sounded nervous, “Why would there be karaoke?” Javy chuckled,

“Come on, man. Haven’t you told Daisy that you’re an ace at karaoke?” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jake said flatly. “I don’t sing.” Had I really never told him about mama ratting out his talent show exploits? I couldn’t help but smile at the thought. 

“Even if I ask you to?” I batted my lashes at him, “I know exactly what song I’d request.” 

“And what would that be, baby?” 

“Should’ve Been A Cowboy,” Jake groaned, letting go of my waist to cover his face, making all three of us laugh. “I’m pretty sure you know it.” 

“Who told you? Helen or Caroline?” I looked at Tasha, feeling lighter than I had since being given the news about the deployment.

“Let’s go convince Bob to sing too,” Jake made a noise of protest as Tasha led me away. 

Bob and I got side tracked, looking at pictures of his sister’s dog for a while, debating if it would be a good idea for him to get a dog or not.

“Girls love dogs,” Tasha pointed out. “You could get a dog and then the dog will help you get a girlfriend.” 

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Bob shook his head with a smile. “But now that you’re starting to sound like my mom, I’m going to get another pop.” 

“We should find him a girl,” Tasha sighed, sipping her drink. “Bob’s nice, he’d be the perfect boyfriend.” 

“A thousand percent, he’s boyishly cute, polite, and endlessly thoughtful. Why aren’t we dating Bob?” 

“I think we were tricked,” Tasha snorted. “Come on, let’s get your boyfriend to sing for us.” 

Jake did end up singing, which I had dutifully recorded and sent to his sisters, much to their delight. Caroline had especially loved Jake and Rooster’s duet of Eye Of The Tiger. Tasha and Bob had managed to keep me in good spirits, which meant I didn’t need that much tequila to get through the night. That made the next morning just a little bit easier. 

Jake and Rooster had to report to the docks before sunrise, his alarm going off far too early in the morning for my liking. I tried to bury my face in Jake’s chest to block out the noise, whining when he pulled away.

“We’ve gotta get up, baby. Come on,” Jake’s voice was deep and scratchy from sleep, “I’ll give you kisses if you get out of bed.” 

“What if I want kisses in bed?” I knew it was childish, delaying the inevitable, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted Jake to stay. I wanted to go to sleep beside him every night and wake up with him in the morning. I wanted him to come home from work and tell me how good the dinner I was cooking smelled. I just wanted him. 

“One kiss in bed,” Jake chuckled, leaning down and kissing my forehead. “Now, out of bed for a real kiss.” He took my hands and pulled me out of bed and into a long kiss.

“I love you,” I whispered, kissing his chest right over his heart. Jake whispered it back, kissing the top of my head. “Get dressed, I’ll make breakfast.” 

“Or you come sit on the counter while I get ready,” Jake’s eyes softened. “I want to spend as much time with you as I can.” My heart broke and I had to bite my tongue to hold back tears, nodding my head.

Jake led me to the bathroom and lifted me onto the counter, serenading me with country songs as he showered, and giving me kisses between swipes of his razor as he shaved. The domesticity that I loved was tinged with sadness but I tried to stay in the moment, focusing on how much I loved him and he loved me. 

X

The truck was quiet as we drove to the base. Coyote was riding with Rooster so that someone could drive the Bronco back and take care of while we were away and Phoenix was riding with us as emotional support for Daisy. It was going to be hard, being without Daisy for six months but at least it wasn’t a year long deployment or one that required them to be no-contact with their families, that probably would have killed me. 

The whole squad had already promised to take care of Daisy while Rooster and I were deployed, which made me feel at least a little bit better. Helen and Caroline had also talked about coming for a spa weekend, something that I knew Daisy would enjoy.

“I’m going to say goodbye to Rooster,” Phoenix patted me on the shoulder, “Don’t be a dick out there, Hangman.” Of course. I smiled a little, giving her a nod. 

Daisy had tears in her eyes when I looked back at her. She was wearing her pajamas, with her hair in a messy bun, and I knew beneath her sweatshirt were the dog tags I had bought for her. One day, hopefully soon, she’d be wearing my ring too. 

“If you asked me to stay, I would,” The words left my mouth without thinking but they were the truth. I loved the Navy, I loved flying, but I would give it all up if I never had to see Daisy cry again. Daisy flinched, blinking in confusion,

“Absolutely not,” She cupped my face between her hands. “This is your dream job, you love it, I’d never ask you to give it up.” Daisy fixed me with a serious look, eyebrows scrunched together. “You’re going to come home to me, it’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.” 

“Marry me?” Daisy laughed, tears spilling down her pale cheeks.

“Ask me again when you get home.” I kissed her hard, tasting the syrup from the pancakes she had made for breakfast. I was going to marry this girl just as soon as she let me.

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Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 21

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Dagger Squad going away party and then Jake and Daisy say goodbye at the docks

A/N #2: *walks in 3 months late with a dunkin iced latte* sorry, y'all the mental illness got me.

AO3 Link

Previous Chapter

  Six months. Jake and Bradley were going to be gone for six months. I was pretending that it didn’t feel like my world was ending, helping Penny plan a send off party to distract myself. 

“It’s going to be a fun night, Wildflower,” Jake pressed a kiss to my temple, hands smoothing over the sides of my dress. Even though it was a little cold out to be wearing it, I had put on the green sundress he liked, planning on adding a cardigan for warmth before we left. “Just focus on that.” 

“I know, Penny said to focus on the positives, and Tasha said if I can’t do that, find her and she’ll get me drunk.” Jake chuckled, kissing his way from my temple down to my neck, hands gripping my waist.

“Between our favorite bartender and your best friend, I think there will be plenty of tequila available.” I leaned back against his chest, savoring the feeling of warmth coming from him. Jake looked good, dressed up in dark jeans and a green button down that matched my dress with the sleeves rolled up, and if we didn’t have the party to go to…well, we probably would have been spending every second until he had to report for duty in bed. “Let’s just try to avoid a hangover.” 

“Deal,” I turned in his hold, hugging him tight. “Now let’s get going before Ames starts calling asking where we are.” 

Mav and Penny’s house had been turned into a party venue, with string lights, banners, and lots of drinks all around. The cake Ames had helped me bake was on display in the kitchen, which Rooster was eyeing while talking to Mav about the plane they were fixing up.

“Drink this,” Tasha greeted me with a hug and a shot, Javy close behind her with a beer in his hand and a smile on his face. They were good together and it made me happy that Tasha finally made things official. Tasha had gotten a kick out of Operation Sitcom, especially the original plan that involved handcuffing them together and locking them in a room. “Tonight is about celebrating, I don’t want to see any tears except tears of laughter and joy. Got me?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” I took the shot, shaking my head at the burn. “Did Penny manage to hide the karaoke machine from Ames?” Just the look on her face was enough to answer.

“Karaoke?” Jake sounded nervous, “Why would there be karaoke?” Javy chuckled,

“Come on, man. Haven’t you told Daisy that you’re an ace at karaoke?” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jake said flatly. “I don’t sing.” Had I really never told him about mama ratting out his talent show exploits? I couldn’t help but smile at the thought. 

“Even if I ask you to?” I batted my lashes at him, “I know exactly what song I’d request.” 

“And what would that be, baby?” 

“Should’ve Been A Cowboy,” Jake groaned, letting go of my waist to cover his face, making all three of us laugh. “I’m pretty sure you know it.” 

“Who told you? Helen or Caroline?” I looked at Tasha, feeling lighter than I had since being given the news about the deployment.

“Let’s go convince Bob to sing too,” Jake made a noise of protest as Tasha led me away. 

Bob and I got side tracked, looking at pictures of his sister’s dog for a while, debating if it would be a good idea for him to get a dog or not.

“Girls love dogs,” Tasha pointed out. “You could get a dog and then the dog will help you get a girlfriend.” 

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Bob shook his head with a smile. “But now that you’re starting to sound like my mom, I’m going to get another pop.” 

“We should find him a girl,” Tasha sighed, sipping her drink. “Bob’s nice, he’d be the perfect boyfriend.” 

“A thousand percent, he’s boyishly cute, polite, and endlessly thoughtful. Why aren’t we dating Bob?” 

“I think we were tricked,” Tasha snorted. “Come on, let’s get your boyfriend to sing for us.” 

Jake did end up singing, which I had dutifully recorded and sent to his sisters, much to their delight. Caroline had especially loved Jake and Rooster’s duet of Eye Of The Tiger. Tasha and Bob had managed to keep me in good spirits, which meant I didn’t need that much tequila to get through the night. That made the next morning just a little bit easier. 

Jake and Rooster had to report to the docks before sunrise, his alarm going off far too early in the morning for my liking. I tried to bury my face in Jake’s chest to block out the noise, whining when he pulled away.

“We’ve gotta get up, baby. Come on,” Jake’s voice was deep and scratchy from sleep, “I’ll give you kisses if you get out of bed.” 

“What if I want kisses in bed?” I knew it was childish, delaying the inevitable, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted Jake to stay. I wanted to go to sleep beside him every night and wake up with him in the morning. I wanted him to come home from work and tell me how good the dinner I was cooking smelled. I just wanted him. 

“One kiss in bed,” Jake chuckled, leaning down and kissing my forehead. “Now, out of bed for a real kiss.” He took my hands and pulled me out of bed and into a long kiss.

“I love you,” I whispered, kissing his chest right over his heart. Jake whispered it back, kissing the top of my head. “Get dressed, I’ll make breakfast.” 

“Or you come sit on the counter while I get ready,” Jake’s eyes softened. “I want to spend as much time with you as I can.” My heart broke and I had to bite my tongue to hold back tears, nodding my head.

Jake led me to the bathroom and lifted me onto the counter, serenading me with country songs as he showered, and giving me kisses between swipes of his razor as he shaved. The domesticity that I loved was tinged with sadness but I tried to stay in the moment, focusing on how much I loved him and he loved me. 

X

The truck was quiet as we drove to the base. Coyote was riding with Rooster so that someone could drive the Bronco back and take care of while we were away and Phoenix was riding with us as emotional support for Daisy. It was going to be hard, being without Daisy for six months but at least it wasn’t a year long deployment or one that required them to be no-contact with their families, that probably would have killed me. 

The whole squad had already promised to take care of Daisy while Rooster and I were deployed, which made me feel at least a little bit better. Helen and Caroline had also talked about coming for a spa weekend, something that I knew Daisy would enjoy.

“I’m going to say goodbye to Rooster,” Phoenix patted me on the shoulder, “Don’t be a dick out there, Hangman.” Of course. I smiled a little, giving her a nod. 

Daisy had tears in her eyes when I looked back at her. She was wearing her pajamas, with her hair in a messy bun, and I knew beneath her sweatshirt were the dog tags I had bought for her. One day, hopefully soon, she’d be wearing my ring too. 

“If you asked me to stay, I would,” The words left my mouth without thinking but they were the truth. I loved the Navy, I loved flying, but I would give it all up if I never had to see Daisy cry again. Daisy flinched, blinking in confusion,

“Absolutely not,” She cupped my face between her hands. “This is your dream job, you love it, I’d never ask you to give it up.” Daisy fixed me with a serious look, eyebrows scrunched together. “You’re going to come home to me, it’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.” 

“Marry me?” Daisy laughed, tears spilling down her pale cheeks.

“Ask me again when you get home.” I kissed her hard, tasting the syrup from the pancakes she had made for breakfast. I was going to marry this girl just as soon as she let me.

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Hi, I am in fact not dead, just depressed and burnt out. I have not given up on my on going fics and will start regular updates again soon 💖

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Teddy Bear | Comfort Drabble wc: 507

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x mechanic! reader

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

Warnings: None! It's just pure fluff

Rooster noticed the way your smile changed throughout the night. At the start of the night, it had been big and bright, reaching your eyes, but now a few hours had passed and it was a tight-lipped grin. You were still laughing and joking with the rest of the squad, challenging the guys at pool. This was about the time you’d make an excuse to wander out back, staying there for a few minutes before you’d rejoin the group, slightly more relaxed than before. This happened almost every night the group went out but tonight, things were going to go a little bit different. 

Rooster wandered off, making his way onto the porch, leaning against the siding, biding his time. Like clockwork, you slipped out of the double doors a few minutes later, startling when you saw him. You were a mechanic on base, working on the squad’s planes every day, making sure they were ready at a moment’s notice. Bob had been the one to first befriend you and after one too many drinks, you had wandered over to the group of pilots at the Hard Deck to ask Bob for a dance. That was the moment Rooster first noticed you and he hadn’t stopped noticing you since.

“Come here, honey.” Rooster opened up his arms and you hesitantly stepped into them, relaxing against him. He couldn’t see it but your happy mask dropped, replaced with the pure exhaustion taking over. He knew you preferred a quiet escape, he had seen the way you stayed on the fringes of the garage, keeping the other mechanics and most of the pilots at an arm's length. 

“Just need a minute,” You whispered, curling your fingers into his shirt. Rooster tightened his grip around your waist, one hand slipping into your hair, massaging your scalp. You groaned softly, nuzzling into his neck. Rooster knew by the way you tensed momentarily that you hadn’t intended to do that. 

“Take all the time you need, honey. I’m not going anywhere.” You relaxed into him again and Bradley smiled. This was the closest you had ever let him get to you and if he had the choice, he’d never let you go. 

“How’d you know?” You whispered after a few minutes, leaning further against him. Rooster took your extra weight easily, adjusting his stance against the wall to keep you comfortable as you all but dead-weighted against him.

“It’s your smile that gives you away,” He rested his chin on your head. “It fades the longer you’re around people.” 

“I thought I hid it better,” You chuckled softly. “No one’s ever noticed before.” Rooster rubbed your back,

“Took me a few times to work it out but once I did, it was impossible to ignore.” You hummed in response, “Is this okay, me being out here?” 

“You give really good hugs, you’re like a big teddy bear.” Rooster laughed, kissing your hair. “Feels really good, Roo.” 

“I’ll give you all the hugs you want, honey. All you have to do is ask.”

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These make me cackle every. single. time.

Top Gun: Maverick as chaotic romantic texts

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God Complex

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x f! surgeon! reader (no use of y/n)

You're a trauma surgeon resident, studying at a bar when you're approached by a woman who steals your focus.

Pt. 1

You meet Tasha while studying at the Hard Deck and she steals your focus.

Pt. 2

Tasha ends up back at your place | smut.

Pt. 3

Fluffy night in watching a horror movie.

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I need to write more dom! Bob 🥵

Dirty Talk | Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader | wc: 387

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! dirty talk (duh), dom! Bob, rank kink, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

You and Bob had been dancing around each other for months. Well. You had been dropping hints bigger than a nuclear bomb blast and Bob was willingly sitting next to you with his knee touching yours. One too many drinks later, you rested your head on his shoulder, talking only loud enough for Bob to hear.

“What do they call those glasses again?” You knew exactly what they were called, Hangman had made fun of them so many times since you had joined their little group most nights.

“They, um,” Bob started to shift before remembering you were leaning on him, stopping. “Birth control goggles because you can’t get laid wearing them.” 

“Hmm, really?” You kept your eyes straight ahead, fighting a smile. “Because I’d let you fuck me on the pool table wearing them.” Bob stiffened but didn’t say anything, so you kept going. “Honestly, Bobby, you and your glasses could do anything you want to me. Choke me, tie me up, anything.” 

“Fuck,” Bob groaned, his hand landing on your thigh. He turned to look at you with those baby blue eyes you loved so much. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

“Convincing you to fuck me senseless I hope.” The look in Bob’s eyes changed to something darker, burning straight into your soul. It took everything you had not to lean forward and kiss him right there. You wanted to feel his hands on you, you wanted to know what he was hiding under that uniform of his, you wanted to know what he sounded like when he came. 

“You’re doing a pretty good job at that, sweetheart.” Bob leaned forward, closing the distance between you until his nose was brushing yours. “You want me to take you home?” You nodded eagerly and Bob chuckled softly. “You want me to treat you like my little slut and fuck you until you’re begging for mercy?” Bob’s grip on your thigh tightened, the heat of his touch burning through your jeans. “Is that what you want, princess?” 

“Yes,” You shuddered, his hand inching up your thigh. Bob arched a brow, the shy man you loved to tease nowhere in sight.

“Yes what, princess?” You debated what to call him. Did he want to be called sir? Daddy maybe? Then it hit you.

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

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I'll be very disappointed if Santa doesn't leave me a Dagger under the tree too

Dry Humping | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader | wc: 297

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! honestly, it's more like thigh riding but I tried, dirty talk, lmk if I missed anything

a/n: forgive my lateness 😅💗

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Bradley pulled you down on his lap, your knees on either side of his thigh. You had just gotten out of the shower, wearing nothing but one of his tee shirts while he was still fully dressed in his uniform after coming home from work.

“How’s my favorite girl doing today?” He asked, running his hands over your ass, still slightly damp after toweling off.

“I’m good,” You carded your fingers through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp. Bradley leaned into your touch, humming contently. “I’m glad you’re home.” You kissed his forehead, leaving a shiny spot from your chapstick that you wiped away with the thumb on your free hand. “How was your day, baby?” 

“I could use a little cheering up,” Bradley kissed you softly, just for a moment, his hands sliding to your hips. “I want to watch you cum for me, right here on my thigh.” Bradley didn’t wait for you to respond, using his grip on your hips to grind your bare pussy against the rough material of his uniform pants. 

You whined, digging your fingers into his shoulders as your ground your hips downwards. The friction sent waves of pleasure through you and Bradley kissed across your neck, sucking and biting a collection of hickeys that would remain for days. 

“Lee,” You moaned, tipping your head back, giving him better access. “Want you inside of me.” 

“Want to watch you fall apart for me first,” Bradley moved his hand up your body, rolling your nipple between his fingers. “Then I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart. You want me to fill you up? Stretch you out?” You moaned, his filthy words turning your brain into mush, “Cum for me and then I’ll cum inside this pretty little pussy of yours.” 

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Hey- sorry it’s been a fat minute. I just wanted to let you know that I’m taking a break from socials (the election really hit me hard and I just need some time to figure out which of my family members I’m no longer speaking with 🙃)

I promise I will return eventually, hopefully before the holidays 🤞🏻 and I’ve been favoring ao3 lately so I’ll probably keep up on there.

Have all of my smooches 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘 -🗡️

🗡️ babe,

I fully understand 💖💕🩷💗 so far it looks like I managed to block most of mine last time 🫠

I'll do better keeping my ao3 up to date knowing it's going to be your main source for awhile. If you're not back by Christmas I'm sending a search party here AND on ao3.

I guess I'll have to ration your smooches until you get back 💖

Here are some smooches to help you get through the next few weeks 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

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Facial | Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader | wc: 470

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! rough oral, light bondage, facial, aftercare, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Jake was gripping your hair painfully tight as he thrust into your mouth like a man possessed. Your jaw ached and there were tears pouring down your face but he had warned you this would happen and you had ignored him. All you had done was join the Dagger squad on teasing him but the second the name Bagman left your mouth he had pulled you into the side and told you to watch your mouth or you’d regret it. Not going to lie, you kind of regretted it. 

You were a horny mess, your panties soaked through, but you couldn’t do anything about it with your hands tied behind your back and he wasn’t concerned with your pleasure right now. This was punishment. 

“You just had to open that bratty mouth of yours, didn’t you?” Jake grunted, repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. “I don’t even let you call me Hangman and you thought you could get away with calling me Bagman?” You whined around him, desperate to apologize and get your sweet, loving Jake back who would give you orgasm after orgasm. As desperate as you were, you didn’t drop the pen you were holding in your hands that acted as your hard stop. “What do you call me?”

Jake pulled out and you coughed, trying to breathe in enough air to respond and when you did, your voice was rough.

“Jake,” He hummed, brushing the hair out of your eyes. For a second you saw the love in his eyes,

“What else, darlin’?” 

“Baby,” Jake nodded, fisting his dripping cock. It was angry and red, the tip leaking with precum, your spit coating it.

“And the last one?” 

“Daddy, I’m sorry.” You whispered, body shaking with need and exhaustion. “I’m so, so sorry. I won’t do it again.” 

“No, you won’t,” Jake grunted, stroking himself faster. “Because next time I won’t be so nice.” If this was nice, you didn’t want to know what mean was. Jake liked your bratty side but you had never pushed his buttons this far before. “Tell me you love me.” 

“I love you,” Hot spurts of cum coated your face in ropes as you repeated those three words over and over again, hoping that they would buy you a little bit of forgiveness. Forgiveness and an orgasm. 

“I love you too, darlin’,” Jake helped you to your feet, untying your hands. “Are you okay?” 

“I need some water, baby,” He kissed you, not caring that his cum coated your lips.

“Let me clean you up and then I’ll get you some water.” Jake took you to the bathroom, gently wiping your face with a damp towel, covering your face and neck with kisses.

“I need snuggles,” You leaned your forehead against his chest. “Please, baby.”

“Whatever my good girl wants.”

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Bradley is such a sweet teddy bear of a man and I cannot be convinced otherwise 💗🩷💕💖

Aftercare | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader | wc: 308

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! No actual smut

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Bradley gently cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, kissing the inside of your thighs. 

“Sleep pants, underwear, or boxers?” He asked, moving to the dresser. You rolled to your side, bringing a sheet over your body.

“Boxers, please, and a sweatshirt.” Your boyfriend dutifully grabbed what you asked and came back to your side of the bed. You raised your arms, letting him pull the oversized sweatshirt over your head and next came the boxers. Bradley liked dressing you after sex, he said it helped him feel more connected with you when you were finished and you were happy to comply. 

“Come on, honey, I’ll make you a snack and we can watch some Scooby Doo.” Bradley lifted you out of bed, carrying you like a princess to the living room where he tucked you into the couch, making sure you were snug in the blankets.

“Hey,” You caught his hand, “I love you.” Bradley’s whole face softened, he was incredibly handsome, tanned skin, sunkissed hair, a mustache that tickled you when you kissed, but moments like this was when you thought he was most attractive. He just looked so relaxed, a small smile on his lips, and nothing but love for you in his eyes. 

“I love you too, honey,” Bradley leaned down, giving you a sweet kiss. “Any snack requests?” You told him what you wanted and he kissed your forehead, scurrying off to the kitchen to grab snacks for the both of you. You queued up the classic Scooby Doo series. 

Bradley spent the rest of the night cuddled around you, lazily kissing your neck and shoulder, his hands resting on your stomach beneath your sweatshirt. It wasn’t like this every time you had sex, sometimes the two of you didn’t have enough time, but this was your favorite way to end a night.

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They are soooo falling in love 😍

Hate Fuck Pt. 2 | wc: 643

Continuation of Hate Fuck from Kinktober 2024. You and Jake get to the bottom of what's going on between the two of you.

Warnings!: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, enemies to lovers, lowkey idiots in low, not proof read lmk if I missed anything

Read Pt. 1 Here

Requested by @closetspngirl & @1111zxc

If you thought sleeping with Hangman once had messed with your head, sleeping with him almost every night had been like a full-frontal lobotomy. It had been a week since the first incident and now you were laying in his bunk, his arms wrapped around your waist as he kissed your neck. 

“What are we doing, Jake?” Jake? Since when did you use his first name? You turned in his arms, thinking looking him in the eyes would make it easier to remember that you hated him but instead it just made that stupid fluttery feeling in your stomach worse. 

Jake cupped the back of your head, bringing you in for a slow, lingering kiss that had you leaning into him, lips parting for him to deepen the kiss. You slipped your leg between his, just to be closer to him, and that’s when you knew you were fucked.

“Hangman-”

“Call me Jake, sweetheart, please,” His voice was soft and vulnerable, like he was waiting for you to laugh at him or make some kind of joke. 

“Jake,” You whispered, cupping his cheek. “What are we doing?” Jake kissed you again, shifting you onto your back, and you were all too happy to let him. Things with Hangman were complicated but everything with Jake was easy, he kissed his way down your neck, sucking just below where your undershirt would sit, hiding his mark from the prying eyes of your squadmates. 

“Guide me in, sweetheart,” Jake moaned as you wrapped your hand around his thick cock, giving him a few short strokes before guiding him to your entrance. “So fucking good for me, sweetheart. You feel so good squeezing around my cock.” He rocked in and out of you slowly, kissing your neck and breasts.

“What are we doing?” You whispered, the words like a mantra in your blissful state. Jake sucked a mark on your neck and you couldn’t bring yourself to care if your squadmates would be able to see it.

He didn’t answer you, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing agonizingly slow circles. Your moans filled the small room, spurring Jake on. He moved slightly faster but it was still the slowest the two of you had ever gone. This wasn’t hate fucking or even just casual sex, this was making love and it scared you. Your orgasm built inside of you, coiling in your stomach with every thrust. 

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” Jake whispered, nudging your nose with his. “Tell me what you really want.” You said the only thing that came to your mind before you could think up a lie.

“You.” Jake pinched your clit, the increased pressure sending you over the edge, your back arching as the orgasm washed over you in waves. Jake was right behind you, spilling inside of you with a grunt, his face buried in your shoulder.

“What are we doing?” You asked again, running your fingers through his hair. Honestly, you weren’t sure what answer you wanted from him. On one hand, you were comfortable with hating Jake, you could convince yourself that this past week had been a case of temporary insanity. On the other hand, this past week had made you want to hold onto Jake and never let go, to let down all of your carefully built walls, and fall into bed with him every night. 

Jake’s eyes stared into your soul, like he was trying to read your mind and for once, you didn’t try to put on a mask to hide your feelings. He kissed you again, stealing your thoughts better than any Vegas magician ever could, 

“Ask me again, sweetheart.” You closed your eyes for a moment, gathering the courage to ask because this time you knew you were going to get an answer.

“What are we doing, Jake?”

“We’re falling in love.”

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Dirty Talk | Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader | wc: 387

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! dirty talk (duh), dom! Bob, rank kink, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

You and Bob had been dancing around each other for months. Well. You had been dropping hints bigger than a nuclear bomb blast and Bob was willingly sitting next to you with his knee touching yours. One too many drinks later, you rested your head on his shoulder, talking only loud enough for Bob to hear.

“What do they call those glasses again?” You knew exactly what they were called, Hangman had made fun of them so many times since you had joined their little group most nights.

“They, um,” Bob started to shift before remembering you were leaning on him, stopping. “Birth control goggles because you can’t get laid wearing them.” 

“Hmm, really?” You kept your eyes straight ahead, fighting a smile. “Because I’d let you fuck me on the pool table wearing them.” Bob stiffened but didn’t say anything, so you kept going. “Honestly, Bobby, you and your glasses could do anything you want to me. Choke me, tie me up, anything.” 

“Fuck,” Bob groaned, his hand landing on your thigh. He turned to look at you with those baby blue eyes you loved so much. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

“Convincing you to fuck me senseless I hope.” The look in Bob’s eyes changed to something darker, burning straight into your soul. It took everything you had not to lean forward and kiss him right there. You wanted to feel his hands on you, you wanted to know what he was hiding under that uniform of his, you wanted to know what he sounded like when he came. 

“You’re doing a pretty good job at that, sweetheart.” Bob leaned forward, closing the distance between you until his nose was brushing yours. “You want me to take you home?” You nodded eagerly and Bob chuckled softly. “You want me to treat you like my little slut and fuck you until you’re begging for mercy?” Bob’s grip on your thigh tightened, the heat of his touch burning through your jeans. “Is that what you want, princess?” 

“Yes,” You shuddered, his hand inching up your thigh. Bob arched a brow, the shy man you loved to tease nowhere in sight.

“Yes what, princess?” You debated what to call him. Did he want to be called sir? Daddy maybe? Then it hit you.

“Yes, Lieutenant.”