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[simpforrooster]

falling for a girl in purple & gold.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x F!Reader

summary: your brother convinces you to join him at his tailgate. you meet a gorgeous blonde, who happens to root for the opposing football team.

t/w: lots of mention of alcohol. she/her pronouns. cursing. instalovey.

a/n: i’ve been dying to write something like this. this fic is def based off megan maroney’s ‘tennessee orange’ and conner smith’s ‘orange & white.’ i left readers school pretty ambiguous until the verrrrrry end. i’m an lsu girlie 💜💛 so i needed a little self-service.

Stepping into the tailgate tent, nostalgia fills your body. You are transported immediately back to your time in college. Cheering on your alma mater with your sorority sisters. Hooking up with those random frat guys who definitely showed you a good time. You’d have to remember to thank your brother for making you come.

“Sis!” Speak of the devil. Your brother envelops you into a huge bear hug, as if he didn’t see you one week prior at your family’s standing dinner date. You return his hug.

“I am so glad you made it!”

Your brother began introducing you to several of his friends who were taking up space in the tailgate tent. If he doesn’t know them from his fraternity days, then he knows them from the Navy.

“Two more guys are planning to show,” your brother says. “Guys from my time in Miramar.” You understand this to mean from his time at TOPGUN.

Lucky for you, you’ve been schooled in all things naval aviation thanks to the burly guy you call a brother. There was no way he was going to have a sister have zero knowledge about the Navy.

His words, not yours.

Leaving you to ponder, your brother begins mixing drinks. He hands you his “special” after a few minutes. His special being vodka, with a tiny splash of sprite and cranberry juice.

You take the drink from him, raising your brows.

“It’s the first tailgate of the year, sis. Go big or go home.”

You’d much rather go home than consume a ton of alcohol in this heat.

“Well if it ain’t Bozo!” you hear a deep voice call, with a sliiiiight country accent.

“Hey guys!” your brother calls with the enthusiasm of a kid who just unwrapped a PS5 from under the tree. “I’m glad y’all made it.”

You turn and take in the source of that accent, and almost spill your drink. Your brother never told you he was friends with Adonis.

His blonde hair fans out at his neck, beneath a nice Stetson, like he’s skipped a few haircuts. A pair of jeans hug his hips, and across his chest, the school colors of the enemy.

University of Texas. You were sure that burnt orange wouldn’t look good on anyone, but this man is proving that notion wrong. Your eyes lock with his, and he makes sure you see his eyes trail down your body.

When those green eyes meet yours, he drops his right eye in a slow wink.

“Bozo, I didn’t know you colluded with the enemy,” you say to your brother, nodding toward the handsome blonde.

“Ah, well,” Bozo starts, rubbing his hand behind his neck, “not everyone is perfect.”

“What do they call you?” you ask the blonde, not being able to take not knowing his name any longer.

“Hangman.” He fixes you with a gorgeous smirk, and tips that cowboy hat.

“Hangman?” you question, cocking an eye brow.

Those eyes peer into yours. “Yes ma’am.” The way he says those two words has you thinking of all the instances he could say them in.

“What do they call you when you’re not flying a plane?”

“Jake. And your name, pretty lady?”

“Y/n.” You stick a hand out toward him. Jake reaches forward, taking your hand lightly into yours. The two of you stand there, shaking hands for what feels like an eternity. Neither one of you wanting to break the contact.

“Fuck, Bozo. You never mentioned how beautiful your sister is,” Jake says to your brother, but never taking his eyes off you.

“Because you’re a fucking playboy, Bagman,” he says.

“Funny,” Jake comments.

And you’d gladly let him.

“A playboy, huh?” You quip.

Jake shrugs a shoulder. “Maybe I just haven’t met the right lady yet.”

The way he peers into your eyes has you sipping your mixed drink in order to hold some of your sanity. This man has the potential to ruin you.

And you’d gladly welcome it.

Grabbing his hand, you pull him toward the beer pong table. “Be my partner.” You fix him with one of your award winning smiles.

“Anything for you, darlin’,” he drawls. Gah, that accent is gonna be the death of you. The two of you fall into a steady rhythm, beating your brother and another aviator, Rooster, effortlessly.

Jake holds up his hand for a high five. When your hand meets his, his fingers lace between yours. He pulls you into him. You can’t be sure if the vodka is making you lightheaded, or the way your body feels pressed against his.

“I’m having the time of my life with you, sweet thing,” he says into your ear. You giggle into his chest. You actually giggle. You’ve never giggled in your life.

“What would you say if I needed to kiss you?” Jake asks against your temple. Spying your brother working the makeshift bar, you grab Jake’s hand. You lead Jake down an alley situated between two class buildings.

“I’d say, kiss me, Hangman,” you say, grabbing his ugly, orange jersey to pull him toward you. One of his hands braces his weight against the wall, just outside your shoulder. He has you completely caged in, that strong body hovering over yours. Jake reaches up to pull his hat from his head. He casually holds the hat up, blocking anyone from seeing the two of you.

Between Jake’s kisses and your brother’s mixed drink, you’re feeling all kinds of good. Not wanting any of it to stop, you grip his jersey tighter, pulling him as close as you can get him.

A low groan escapes his mouth, and the fact that he’s seemingly affected by you the same way you are by him has you reeling.

“A gentleman would at least take you out first before kissing you like this,” he murmurs.

“Oh yeah?” you question, not really letting his words soak in.

“Mhmm. Too bad I am not feeling too gentlemanly, right now.” Jake deepens the kiss, and your hands leave his jersey and thread through his hair.

“Good,” you breathe.

Your watch buzzes, pulling you from Jake’s tantalizing kisses. Taking a peek, your brother’s name appears across it.

Where the fuck are you? We have to go into the stadium.

Jake pulls his phone from his back pocket. “Bozo,” he murmurs.

“Where are your seats?” You ask, still breathless from his kissing.

“Next to you,” he says, placing once more kiss to your lips. Pulling you from the wall, he plops his hat onto your head.

“Fuck, my dads going to be so pissed I’m falling for a girl in purple & gold,” Jake says shaking his head. “Lead the way, darlin’.”

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[itsfeckinwimdy]

Cuddling To Keep Warm

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: n/a.

Word Count: 0.4k (464 words)

Autumn Drabbles Masterlist

Published: 08/10/2022

The saltwater-stained clothes still clung to her.

Her hair damp from the waves even when she tried her best to keep it away from the water.

Her partner's arms slug around her waist.

And the chattering and low hum of the bar causing a cacophony of sounds in the early night.

Maybe this was what home was meant to be. Shivering slightly from the sea, sand stuck to her skin as those around her had their hearts singing with laughter, her own slipping through the soft smile that refused to slip.

To be stood with her fellow pilots, pushing all thoughts of the next suicidal mission from their minds, and just enjoying the time they all had with each other. The clanging of the billiards bouncing off each other as exclamations from the winning players and betters arose. The money being added to the betting pool, the losers groaning in defeat as their pockets grew lighter and the drinks kept flowing.

The arms around her waist weighing just that bit heavier.

She leant back, feeling his chest vibrate when he chuckled at the jokes flying through the air. His body providing her with the warmth she was so desperately seeking. Her hands resting on top of his.

Her shivers slowed, and her laughter flowed, her head turning and pressing a kiss to his.

He blushed.

She smiled.

He fell in love. He fell so deep that…

He couldn’t put it into words.

That feeling, when you treasure something so much, when it physically pains you to look at anything but them, when you would give them the whole world and more and that would still not be enough, when you would look at them and it feels like everything just- slows.

Where everything stops existing but them.

That’s how Bob felt.

Holding her closer and never wanting to let her go, to just keep her in arms reach and in a blanket of love, to never lose another moment with her, Bob fell in love.

Again, and again, and again.

The weight of his arms grew heavier around her waist.

He loved her that much that he hoped, he prayed that every time she looked at that ring, every time she was absentmindedly twirling it, or every time she clutched it tighter to her, the amount of love he felt for her would just pour out and she would feel it.

And she did.

Because her love for him was limitless. It was-

If she could not love but a single thing in this world, she would choose him every time.

And as her heart and body warmed in his arms that grew just that bit heavier around her waist, his head resting on her shoulder and their fingers interlocked, she knew.

She knew.

[dreamlandcreations]

Hey love! So I’ve never done a challenge before but I’m loving this TopGun fandom and thought it would be fun to try it! Maybe from December 14th-25th and it can be any character/pairings with no set word limits. I thought of some themes but let me know if you want to change any of them. My wip list is so long at this point so why not add to it 😅😂 what do ya think? ☺️

- [ ] Stuck in the snow

- [ ] Decorating the tree

- [ ] Fireplace cuddles

- [ ] Christmas traditions

- [ ] Sleigh rides

- [ ] Under the mistletoe

- [ ] The time for giving

- [ ] The perfect gift

- [ ] Secret Santa

- [ ] Family gathering

- [ ] The night before Christmas

- [ ] Merry Christmas

OMG -----» "My wip list is so long at this point so why not add to it" I had the EXACT same thought when I've seen your post 😅

I love the prompts... I already have ideas for at least half of these It's gonna be short little somethings but I'm in

Look y'all this grinch is writing holiday fics again

[itsfeckinwimdy]

Autumn Drabbles Masterlist

A collection of drabbles and short fics for different pairings based on stuff to do with autumn.

Will be updated once/twice a week throughout September/October.

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Last Updated: 10/10/2022

5/8 complete. - yes this originally said 14, yes I keep changing my mind.

1 ― Walking Through A Corn Maze

⇥ The Corinthian x Reader (they/them)

➵ Word Count: 436 words

➵ Warnings: n/a? Being chased/hunted down but it's consensual-

➵ Published: 13/09/2022

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2 ― Visiting A Pumpkin Patch

⇥ Morpheus x Reader (she/her)

➵ Word Count: 509 words

➵ Warnings: a dream that becomes a nightmare if that counts?

➵ Published: 17/09/2022

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3 ― Carving Pumpkins

⇥ The Corinthian x Reader (they/them)

➵ Word Count: 550 words

➵ Warnings: Implied murder, implied/referenced torture, kidnapping.

➵ Published: 20/09/2022

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4 ― Standing by a bonfire

⇥ George Russell x Reader (she/her)

➵ Word Count: 489 words

➵ Warnings: a bonfire.

➵ Published: 01/10/2022

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5 ― Cuddling To Keep Warm

⇥ Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader (she/her)

➵ Word Count: 0.4k

➵ Warnings: n/a

➵ Published: 08/10/2022

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6 ― Watching horror movies

⇥ TBA

➵ Word Count: n/a

➵ Warnings: n/a

➵ Published: TBA

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7 ― Wearing Big Sweaters (that probably belong to someone else)

⇥ TBA (n/a)

➵ Word Count: n/a

➵ Warnings: n/a

➵ Published: TBA

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8 ― Handing Out Candy To Trick-Or-Treaters

⇥ TBA (n/a)

➵ Word Count: n/a

➵ Warnings: n/a

➵ Published: TBA

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