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Hangster but put them on The Bachelor

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The history between the Seresins and Trace, Pt. 2

Natasha Trace x m!reader

Words: 1002 words

Part 1

"So, how have you been?" I was standing with Natasha in a more quiet corner. It wasn't intended. We just ended up there by accident.

"Fine," she said, pretty interested in her beer bottle. I sighted. "C'mon, can't we just have a normal conversation?" She didn't answer immediately.

"Listen, Dylan, we didn't fit together. It was impossible." There was a short silence. I took a deep breath before I answered. "Okay, Nat. If you think like that, it's okay. I respect that. I really do. I mean, we worked for three years and nearly made it to the alter. But it's okay that you didn't think of us as a forever. It really is. But if we both are okay with it, don't you think we could at least be friends. I miss our conversations. A lot." "How can you forgive me for running off? You stood there in the church. You looked so happy and I just crushed your heart. How can you be okay with it?"

It was like the strong, independent Natasha Trace I once knew, was no longer there. And it broke my heart. Again. God, she is too good at doing that.

"Because I wanna see you happy. And clearly you weren't happy with me... I am happy as long as you are." "Why can't you just be an asshole like your brother?" "He isn't even that bad if you know him good enough." "He is a misogynist," Natasha said shocked. "Yeah, okay. That is right. Sorry." "Want another beer?" Natasha nodded.

I went back to Penny. "How are you doing, Dylan?" She asked. "Good," I just said. "And what about the thing with Natasha?" I sighted again. "I... am getting better, I think."

Penny and I had quite a history. Natasha, too. Phoenix and I had our first kiss at the Hard Deck. Penny was the one who encouraged me to make the first step. So, she was basically our biggest fan.

And Natasha and me came often to this big, cozy, naval-friendly bar even when it was officially closed. Unofficial it was open for us to have nice chats with Penny any time.

"You know, she still loves you," Penny said and got me out of the memories that were playing inside my head. "How would you know?" I asked exhausted. "The eyes. They never lie." She went away to another guest who wanted another drink.

Right then, I felt a soft hand on my back. "Navy?" A young woman asked with a soft voice. I looked at her and nodded. "Yeah, naval pilot." She smiled and came really close to me. "How about drinking somethong together?" I looked down at the beers in my hands. "I was about to-" I stopped when I looked back to my friends and her. Natasha. She was laughing with the others and seemed like she already forgot about the beer which I wanted to bring her. Then I sighted disappointed. "You know what? Yes. Why not?" I gave the woman the beer. She smiled and took a sip, while looking at me with her dark eyes.

The next morning, I woke up in bedsheets which smelled like vanilla. I already felt the headaches coming. I leaned onto my forearms while trying to get used to the bright light from the sun. After blinking a few times, I saw the young woman next to me. Her name was Kira I think... But it could've also been any other name. It didn't take long to notice why the drunk me thought it was a good idea to spend the night with her. She had long dark her and dark eyes, which were shut right now. She looked a bit like Natasha. But still, she wasn't her. Natasha was... Natasha. Nobody could replace her.

I got out of the bed quietly and gathered my clothes together. "Where are you going?" I froze for a second before turning around. At least, I already wore my underwear. "Work," I said dryly. She smiled and sat up. "How about dinner tonight?" I swallowed. Why was she thinking that it would be more than a one time thing? I didn't wanna be the asshole. But I also didn't want... her. That was for sure. "Sorry, I can't." "What about tomorrow?" I sighted. Why couldn't she take the hint? "No." "Lunch?" I bit my lip, wishing for a hole opening up under me. "I am not ready for a relationship. Sorry..." She looked shocked for a second. Then the shock turned into anger. I couldn't get out of the apartment fast enough. Outside on the street, I put the rest of my clothes on again. "That was the most used, shitty answer," I mumbled to myself, while checking my location on my phone. Great one hour of walking back to the base. That must be the karma for hurting her.

After fifteen minutes, my phone rang. Jake "Hey bro, where are you?" He asked curious. "45 minutes away," I just said. "I was worried about you." "Why didn't you stop me from going away with a woman?" "You're an adult? Not my responsibility." "Gosh, Phoe was right. You are an asshole." "Phoe? You're still calling Phoe?" I sighted. "Bro, let her finally go. It's breaking both of you." "At least, I ain't a coldhearted asshole like you." Jake hung up. "Fuck," I whispered while puttig my phone away again.

In the end, I found a truck driver who picked me up after half the way. But still, I was 30 minutes late for the first meeting of the mission. Admiral Simpson yelled at me for 15 minutes straight, which left me afraid and done. Back with the other's, I was either ignored or bombarded with questions. "Next team up in the sky: Ash, Phoenix and Bob," we heard Maverick through the radio. My eyes shot up and I looked straight into the deep eyes, which used to make me feel home. But that time was gone.

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Guys, this movie is the epitome of 'right person, wrong time'.

You can't convince me of anything else.

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The pulled papers

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader

Summary: The real reason why Rooster is angry about Maverick pulling his papers.

Warnings: none

Words: 1661 words

Notes: idk if I like this one...

Oh, and requests are open btw

Fact is, Bradley wasn't only mad because he couldn't go to the academy for four years and that it messed up his career but because the girl of his dreams started at the time, he should've started his training.

That's why he was never able to talk to her. He was only able to watch her from afar at the bar or at the grounds of the Navy.

They lived in two total different life realities and he didn't want to mess up her life like Maverick did his.

But he knew in a different universe, everything would've been different.

"What's your name?" He asked the beautiful woman in the chair in front of him. "None of your business," she sighted annoyed. In her eyes, he was the typical man who thought he could have every girl. "I am Bradley," he smiled, trying to brake the ice without making her feel uncomfortable.She turned around, eyeing his nameplate. "Bradley Bradshaw, seriously? I am sorry for you. Must've been a hell of a childhood." He laughed softly, happy that she was talking to him, even though it wasn't the nicest. "It was okay. My dad thought it would be funny." He glanced down at her nameplate. "Anderson..." "Yeah." "And your first name?" "Still, none of your business," she grinned. "Okay, sunshine," he laughed with a glimps of mischief in his eyes. He liked her. No, that was an understatement.

He was a fool for her.

"Sunshine," an aviator laughed when she entered the bar. It became her official callsign, much to her chagrin. She rolled her eyes, like she always did when she heard her callsign. Rooster still got her pissed off glaring for the nickname. He initiated it in the first place. He had started to call her like that, since she didn't tell him her first name and he knew that deep down, she was a nice and caring person. The others started calling her like that because they wanted to mock her for her bitter personality. "Hey, asshole," she answered the aviator. "Girls, no need to fight," Rooster interrupted them and stepped in between them. "Who knows, maybe I meant you," the girl scoffed and went straight to the bar. When she got her beer, he stood next to her. "C'mon, I know that you like me." "In first place, I hate you for giving me that callsign. In second place, I am disgusted by you being happy all the time. And maybe, but only maybe, I respect you in third place." He grinned. "See? Wasn't that hard, was it?" "I feel like throwing up because of my own words." He laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Not in a romantic or flirting way but in a friendly way. "Respect doesn't mean that you're allowed to touch me!" She started shaking his arm off. "Right, sorry."

Some months later, he saw her in a bookstore. He watched her walking around. It's not like he wanted to but he was like hypnotised and wasn't able to get his eyes away from her. He wanted to go to her but he didn't want to disturb her peace by his presence. She seemed calm. Like a whole different person. He knew he was only falling harder for her in that moment. He was still standing outside, watching her though the window. She was reading the blurb of a novel and he saw her hesitating before she put it away again. She left the bookstore a few seconds later and he turned away from her, so she wouldn't notice him. Then he went inside and took the book, which she held in her hands before. It was a historic novel. Probably romance stuff.

In the evening, she went to her room and found a small bag on her bed. She opened it and found the book in it which she was looking at earlier that day. She was confused but happy at the same time. She didn't know who it was from and also not how the person came into her room, which was kind of scary. But she didn't think about it. She felt tears in her eyes when she realised that there was somebody who cared about her.

"Let me take you out," Bradley said one afternoon. They were sitting in a class room, waiting for their turn up in the sky. She turned her head away from the window to him. "A date?" "Yeah." He saw her confusion and hesitating. "Or just as friends. If you aren't interested in a date." "Ehm... I... I can't. I have plans." "I didn't say when." She rolled her eyes. "Just say it if you don't want to. It's fine." "It's fine? Why would you even want to go out with me when it doesn't matter to you if I say yes or no? Why wasting your time?" No, I meant you can say no and I'd respect it. I'd still be sad but I don't wanna pressure you into things." "I am mean to you all the time. Why would you like me." "Because I know that deep down, you're a softy, Luisa." Her smile faltered. "How do you know my first name?" "Research." "That's creepy." "I took a look into your file." She rolled her eyes again and turned back to the window. For some minutes there was silence. He was looking at her again. Her hair was in a bun, on her face where soft freckles and her eyes, they were glowing with life. She stood up and went to the door. "Tomorrow evening, 7 p.m. Be on time. I won't wait."

He was getting ready, when his phone rang. He was afraid that it would be Luisa to cancel their date. But it wasn't. It was Maverick. He picked up while staring at his dress shirts. "Hey, Mav." "Hey, Bradley. I'm just calling to let you know that I am at another deployment." "Oh, okay. Good to know. How long?" "Two to three months. Is everything alright? You sound stressed," he suddenly asked concerned. "Yeah, I am just going out in an hour and I don't know what to wear." "A date?" Maverick asked surprised. Bradley didn't talk much about his love life, normally. "Yes. How about a white dress shirt and jeans?" He asked. "Depends on where are you going." "Just to the bar, I think." "Then the outfit would be good. But then you also shouldn't wonder if she never talks to you again." Rooster stopped in his movements. "What the hell do you mean?" "C'mon, Rooster, the bar, seriously? The place you go to every night? It's nothing special. Besides, your whole crew will know about you and the woman. Is she also an aviator?" "Yes." "She would hate you after the date. Do you really wanna put her through the gossip?" Bradley swallowed. "Okay, what should I do?" "Dinner. And after that maybe a walk." "Great. Thanks. But still, what should I wear?"

Later, they sat together in a little Italian restaurant. After all, he chose black pants and a white dress shirt. The white summer dress she chose was the most beautiful thing he ever saw her in. They sat in the restaurant until it closed and then they walked around the city, not wanting the night to stop. Good thing was that they had no training the next day. It was around 3 a.m. when they came back to the base. They shared their first kiss in front of her door. Her lips tasted like cherry and she smelled like vanilla. Rooster's mind stopped working when he felt her soft lips on his. After some seconds his lips started to work on his jawline down to her throat. She opened the door behind her without stopping the kiss. He wanted to step in after her but she laid her hands on his chest. "No boys inside until the third date," she whispered. "But I am no boy. I am a man," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her again. She took a step back. "You know what I mean." He sighted frustrated. "Maybe you're right. I don't want you to regret anything." "It's not about regret. It's about protecting myself. I wanna be sure that you're not a fuckboy who will leave me after he got what he wanted." "I won't. I promise." She smiled softly. "Good night, Sun," he said when she was about to say something as well. He turned away and went to his own room. Before he could step inside, he felt a smaller hand in his. Before he could say something, he felt her sweet lips on his again.

After that night, they were totally in love with each other, which led to a marriage not long after. Maverick tried to stop him from that since they have been together for only some short months until that. But Bradley didn't listen. The ceremony wasn't big. Just with their clostest friends, Maverick and her parents. Her parents weren't a big fan of him. Even though they didn't even meet him before the wedding, which was probably the problem. Bradley amd Luisa were just so madly in love that nothing of that mattered to them.

They didn't regret it. Not even years later, when they were sitting on their porch, watching their grand children playing in the yard, while Dylan, their oldest son, was running after them. His wife, Laura, was sitting next to them. They had a barbecue earlier to celebrate their 40th anniversary. Luisa's head was on Bradley's shoulder. "I love you, Sunshine," Bradley whispered. She giggled softly. "I love you too, Rooster."

But that would never happen in their universe because Maverick pulled Rooster's papers and they were never able to go to the Navy at the same year. The only thing Rooster could do, was glacing at her now and then when he saw her.

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Early Grave

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

Summary: Rooster was quite right about the early grave. But he didn't know.

Warnings: death, depression, self-harm, suicide attempts, guilt of surviving

Words: 1637 words

"Hangman, the only place you lead anyone, is an early grave."

Coyote's face went blank for a short time, Phoenix frowned and Hangman? There was a split of a second where he was near to tears.

Not many people knew what kind of flashbacks this sentence triggered. Rooster also didn't know. If he knew, he wouldn't have said it. But he didn't know. He didn't know about these flashbacks...

Jack woke up in the late morning by some soft kisses. "Hey, honey," he heard her lovely voice. The voice he'd kill for. He opened his eyes and had to blink a few times to see something in the light of the sun. He looked right into a pair of gorgeous brown eyes. That pair of eyes he fell in love with when he met her for the first time.

It was at a deployment. She was his backseater. When he saw her for the first time, he knew that he would marry her one day. It only took a few days until his friends made fun of him for being head over heals for her. And now he was waking up with her.

"Morning, sweetheart," he smiled. She cuddled up against his chest. "I don't wanna leave this place." He closed his eyes again. "Me neither, sweety." They were laying there together until another pilot knocked against their door. "Time to get up, lovebirds. Meeting in half an hour." Jake groaned.

They even went to TopGun together. The Navy knew about their relationship but they were still allowed to fly together since they kept everything surprisingly professional. Maybe she even helped him to focus and to become a team player.

Their first date was in a bar. Usually it wasn't visited by people from the Navy. That was also the reason why he chose it. He wanted to be alone with her and didn't want any rumors about them the next day. "I like this bar. It's different from the place we usually visit," she smiled at him sweetly and started sipping on her cocktail once more. "Yeah," he grinned, while getting lost in her eyes once more. They were chatting a lot that night. They even danced a bit to the music which was playing in the background. Jake warned her that he wasn't a great dancer but she insisted on a dance. He stepped on her feet a few times, but she couldn't care less. It was the first time, he enjoyed dancing with someone. When she went to the bathroom, after some time, she even trusted him with her drink, which made his heart beating faster. It was nearly 2 a.m. when they arrived back at the base. He thought he was going to have a heartattack when she kissed his cheek and gave him an innocent smile before closing her room door.

"Ready for another dogfight?" Jake grinned when they were in their jet once more. "Everytime, Hangman." Jake laughed softly. "You know that I love you, right, sweety?" "Of course. Hard to forget about it," she giggled, referring to the make out session they just had during the changing of their clothes to their suits. Jake laughed again. With her he felt free and loved. For the first time in his life. He just felt alive. "I love you too, honey. To the moon and back." He held his hand behind his seat and she took it, pressing it softly.

It was another dogfight at TopGun. Another routine training. Something they have already done so many times. "I don't see them on the radar," his WSO said. "Then we'll wait," he answered to her. She looked around in the sky, searching for the other team. Again, holding Jake's hand. It was such a calming thing for her. Something, they always did. He loved to feel her smaller hand in his. A feeling of home, even though they were many feets above it. "From the right!" His girlfriend suddenly shouted, which lead to Jake letting go of her hand to start a maneuver. The next minutes, they shouted a lot to communicate about their tactics. Of course, it wasn't necessary to shout, but both of them loved competitions and maybe took them a little too serious.

After many minutes of pure adrenaline, they won this dogfight and were on their way back to the base.

Suddenly, both of them got many warning signals. They had no time to react to them before the engines stopped working and they were falling like a heavy stone.

"Babe, do something!" Jake shouted after he lost control. "I can't. We have to eject." Jake pressed some buttons again, panicking and not understanding that it was a lost cause. "JAKE!" She shouted again. They were still falling and all possibilities were running through his mind. He wanted to safe the jet. The jet that became like a second home to them. His ears were ringing and his body was working like on autopilot. It took some important time until the voice of his girlfriend came to him again. Then he realised that he was risking both of their lives in such an unnecessary way. "EJECT! EJECT!" He shouted, reaching down.

His parachute opened and he saw the ocean underneath him. He looked around, searching for her. He was relieved when he saw her. But then his heartbeat stopped for some seconds. At first, he didn't know why. They both were out of the jet. But something felt off. Of course, they just wrecked a million dollar worth U.S. military jet, but it was something else.

Then he saw it. And what he saw made him feel like throwing up. She got all tangled up and the bands of the parachute which led to it not opening properly. That's why she was falling way too fast to the surface of the ocean.

He called out her name, unable to do anything. He landed some time after her in the cold water. He swam to her. The lifeless body weighted heavy in his arms. Her heavy gear was nearly drowning him. And if he was honest, he wished it would. "C'mon, sweetheart, give me the pretty smile of yours," he whispered. Denying the finality of the things that had happened just minutes ago. "Open your pretty eyes, I beg you." He was crying and begging, unable to even look at her properly since their gear was dragging him down. It was devastating. Just some minutes ago, they were both in their jet, laughing at some stupid jokes of him and now he was all alone in this world. He reached out for her hand, feeling the thin ring, he gave her the evening before.

She was the happiest women he had ever seen. She was so shocked when he proposed and after the ring was on her finger, she danced through the whole room, while singing one of her favorite songs. She already made up her mind about a wedding dress and she wanted at least two kids with Jake, a beautiful house with a porch and a garden, where the kids could play.

All that was gone now. Because he wasn't able to react sooner to eject. Maybe if he had reacted faster, things would've been different.

And now he was with the dead body of the love of his life in his arms in the ocean.

The days after her death, he didn't leave their bed. Most of the time, he slept or cried. After one week, Coyote, his best friend, and Natasha, her best friend, came over to his room, afraid that he might've done something to himself.

But he didn't. He tried. More than once. But when he was standing there with the knife on his throat, he didn't have the guts to do it. He didn't tell his friends.

Her ring had joined his dog tags on the chain.

He didn't think things could be worse. But her funeral was the worst thing he had ever experienced. He didn't want to say good bye to her. It felt wrong. And he also had to face her parents. They blamed him for everything that happened. They had never liked him. Even when she was still alive. They only saw him as an arrogant playboy who was just playing with their daughter's heart, while he always had serious intentions with her. And he couldn't even blame them for blaming him. Because it was his fault in his eyes. The fact that it was confirmed that the manufacturer made mistakes during the production of the engine wasn't important to him.

He killed the woman who had been so full of life.

He stayed at the grave until the coffin was buried under the ground. And even then he stayed for some more hours until Phoenix and Coyote forced him to come with him.

After that day, Coyote and Hangman grew even closer, while Phoenix was slowly distancing herself.

Not because she blamed Hangman but because everything around him remembered her of her best friend. And it became unbearable for her.

It took a long time until Hangman was flying in a jet again. He never flew with a backseater again, afraid he would be the reason for the death of this person. People also noticed very quickly that he wasn't a team player anymore. Whenever he flys, he still imagines that she's still sitting back there, giving him technical information. And he gives everything to protect her form any harm, even though she isn't real. He only thinks about her saftey which leads to him leaving his team quite often.

All these memories and emotions are playing infront of his eyes while he loses the control of his mind for a split of the second after Roosters comment.

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The history between the Seresins and Trace

Natasha Trace x m!reader

Please tell me what you think. Would you like this being a story?

"So?" Rooster asked.

"So what?" Natasha was totally focused on the pool game in front of her and listened to her friend with only one ear.

"You and Hangman... seems more complicated than the last time I saw the both of you."

Trace did her shot and straightened up again.

"Nothing important," she mumbled and focused on Bob considering his shot.

"Of course, it is not important to you. You have the emotional intelligenceof a stone," Hangman said grumpily when he walked past them.

"It was never your business!" "Yeah, right. Whatever." An eye-roll. Something that Natasha never liked.

Rooster was already holding his breath, waiting for her burst-out. He was quite confused when Phoenix didn't say anything.

This strengthened his assumption of them being involved personally in something.

Before he could say anything to get the answer to his questions, the door of the Hard Deck was opened again and a young man mid 30s came in.

That's me, by the way. Hi.

I went straight to Penny to get a beer. She smiled at me sweetly before turning back to the other customers.

I strolled my way to the naval pilots.

"Hello, brother," Jake said. I felt some eyes staring at the name plate on my chest.

'Seresin'

"God, there are two of you?" Garcia/Fanboy

"Says the one with the most silly callsign I've ever heard," I grinned.

He took a breath to give me an answer but I stopped him.

"It was a joke, Garcia. God, I hope not everyone at this mission has no humor."

Little did I know that my brother had also made a joke some minutes before, which also didn't get much laughter. Maybe it was a family problem.

I noticed a shifting on my right side and turned to it just to fall into the dearest, deepest brown eyes I've ever seen in my life.

"Trace," I nodded, way colder than I wanted it to sound.

She just nodded back and turned away again. That was probably good. I didn't know if I would've been able to get away from her eyes by myself.

There was something creeping up inside me. Hurt? The feeling of betrayal? Sadness? Maybe. But it could also just be because of the secret mission.

"Do you know him?" Rooster asked quietly.

"Not important." "Oh, it is important. Our lives could depend on your ability to work together. I wanna at least know why I am getting shot off the sky."

Phoenix turned away from the pool table and looked into Roosters eyes. It was the first time since 5 minutes.

"I nearly married him." Rooster nearly choked on his beer.

"You- What?!"

A Seresin with Phoenix? Phoenix being in a relationship in general? Why did he never hear about that?

And out of all people a Seresin...