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Broken Wings - Part 3

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Spy! Female OC

Warnings: Torture, like rough grueling torture, not for the faint of heart, light swearing, character death, fictional wars

Word Count: 769

Summary: Jake is captured after being shot down by the enemy. He survives but that doesn’t mean he is safe. He is captured and forced to do the unthinkable. Not only does he have to survive being tortured but he also has to protect an inside spy from death. 

A/N- Thank you to all of those who have kept up with my story so far! You are all so kind and lovely to even read it! See you all next Wednesday!

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“Rose?!” Jake, whisper yelled, “What are you doing here? How are you alive? Wait, how did you get to such a high clearance?” 

Jake was in a frenzie, a panic attack was rising inside him. Breathing all of the sudden became hard. His vision left him. He crumpled to the ground kneeling, his muscles in his legs were aching. When there’s a spy a mission is more dangerous than life itself. Last he heard of Rose she was dead by the hands of North Korea. How was she here? 

“Hey, hey, breathe,” Rose opened his cell door with a loud clang and placed her hand on Jake’s back, “In. Out. In. Out.”

The pressure of Rose’s hand on his back was giving him something to focus on, instead of the sudden outburst of pressure on his lungs. 

“I know you’re from Top Gun, how did you get here?” Jake shook out. He gasped after every word. 

“First we need to get out of here, if you want to live, you have to come with me now,” Rose whispered, “If we don’t leave now we are both dead. The guard will tell the general that I helped you after your shocks. This could get really messy.” 

“Why did you help me and not save yourself?” Jake asked, facing her, rolling over looking up at her. The dirt making a soft area for his head to rest. A massive migraine started to form inside his head. She was kneeling next to him. He could see her blue eyes glimmer in the light above them and her golden short hair in waves seemed to glow. 

“Let’s just say I owe a favor to Mav,” She shrugged. 

“Wha-what is the favor?” Jake asked, still laying down. The weight of his head felt too heavy to lift, let alone go anywhere. 

A loud crash came out of nowhere and footsteps got louder and louder. The sudden noise made Jake jump. 

“Shhhhhhh, stay down,” Rose whispered, laying down next to him. 

Soon the noise faded and Rose sat back up, “Can you get up?” 

Jake lifted his head and with Rose’s help he sat up and used Rose as a crutch to stand. It took all his energy to not put any weight on his shot leg. She kept him steady and breathed hard. She placed her hand and applied pressure on his chest. 

“Focus on your breathing Lieutenant,” Rose said, comforting him. 

He nodded once and hopped with his good leg as Rose walked very slowly out of the cell. Jake could feel himself become dizzy the more steps they took. 

“Just keep going, we have to get out of here,” Rose said urgently and out of breath. The more tense she got the more Jake panicked. 

Jake could hear a faint dripping sound above him, and then a drop of water fell on his nose going down onto his chapped lips. The blistering cold of North Korea already took effect on his flesh. His lips bled and his ears hurt from the cold. The hallway felt like a marathon as Jake continued to hop down it. Rose made sure to keep his steady and moving. 

“What was the favor you owed Mav, Agent Hathaway?” Jake asked, he knew he shouldn't have asked. But it distracted him from the pain and how long it took him to take one step after the other. 

Just as he thought he got a “shhhhhh” from Rose. 

“Put your hands up! Both of you!” A voice yelled behind them. Rose flinched. 

“Shit,” Rose mumbled. Only Jake could hear her.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our new arrival and the girl we thought we could trust. How lovely,” The leader spoke. Jake had to pay close attention and it was hard to understand what he was saying. With the man’s accent and his mind splitting migraine he could barely keep up. 

“Sir, I was just taking him to the torture hall with all the fun toys all the guards get to use, I wanted a turn,” Rose said cheekily and almost too girly. 

“Prove it then, show me what you were going to do to him. I mean unless you are too weak and were really trying to save him,” The man’s voice was hard and stern. Jake had a hard time thinking what to do next. 

“You want me to torture him in front of you, sir?” Rose asked politely. 

“Sure, why not? I watched someone get hung today, what’s the difference?” 

“The difference,” Jake thought was, “If she tortures me, I won’t live a moment longer.”

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Cold Nights to Sunday Mornings - bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader

Summary: 2.1k words. loosely inspired by "Hold My Girl" by George Ezra. (idk what to put for the summary but! pls trust that it's worth your time bc i'm proud of this :) )

Warnings: lots of angst & fluff to redeem the angst

a/n: the fall semester just started & i've been really busy so i'm just as shocked as you are that i'm actually posting a fic. enjoy & please let me know what you think <3

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“Baby, we have to get up,” she pleaded. Bradley ignored her request and wrapped his arms around her midsection tighter.

A soft displeased hum left her lips—though it was mostly in jest. She could never be anything but content in Bradley’s arms. The sound only had the aviator nuzzling his head further against her neck, peppering light kisses across the exposed skin.

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Before y/n, Bradley never slept in. Rooster was his call sign for a reason. For better or for worse, he had a habit of being up before the sun and the rest of the sane world. 

Sleeping in meant that he was only prolonging the amount of time he spent in bed alone. The barrack beds were uncomfortable and cold. When he’d been promoted and was able to arrange for housing off-base he ran into the same issue. A thousand dollars and a new mattress later, the comfort issue was fixed. He might as well have been sleeping on a damn cloud. But his bed was still cold. And lonely.

Without an alarm clock he rose every morning no later than 5:30 a.m.. Maybe it was because of all his years in the military. Maybe it was the broken teenager inside of him that was always running—from his past, to his future, to find someplace somewhere that he could rest easy—and damn, was that exhausting. Everyone he loved and counted on died suddenly, or abandoned him, or died slowly.

As he got older, he found a little bit of peace. Bradley worked his ass off and earned his successful career. He reconnected with his estranged Godfather. He was reassigned to the same base he spent most of his early childhood at.

He slept better after that. In his mid-thirties, it was about damn time that he was able to relax a bit. Yet still, no amount of blankets warmed up the everpresent unwelcome chill.

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One morning he had a particularly unpleasant wake-up. At just after 4 in the morning, Bradley woke up drenched in sweat. The nightmares weren’t frequent, but they weren’t uncommon. It came with the territory of being directly involved in combat. He couldn’t go back to sleep–he never could–so he got up. He cleaned his entire house. He watched a movie that he wasn’t paying attention to. He went for a run. He didn’t bother counting the miles, he just ran until he felt better; even though he never really did. When he was done showering, it was finally a socially acceptable hour to call someone.

Bradley’s thumb hovered over Pete’s phone number. Before he could talk himself out of it, he pressed harder than necessary on the screen and winced as the phone rang. After 3 rings Bradley’s tense shoulders deflated. Just before the call went to voicemail, it was picked up with haste. Shuffling could be heard on the other end of the line.

“Hi sweetie!” That’s not Maverick.

“Hey Penny…” he trailed off awkwardly. He was hardly prepared to have a conversation with his godfather, much less his godfather’s girlfriend.

“Mav is out in the hangar right now working on his plane,” Penny explained with a sarcastic air of ‘what else is new?’. There was more shuffling as Penny moved to hold the phone between her shoulder and ear. She had a splatter or two of pancake batter on her manicured hands. Pete would just have to suck it up when he saw the evidence on his phone later.

“I’m making breakfast right now, would you like to come over? I’ll make up a plate for you, hun,” Penny offered sweetly. She was so caught up in putting together her Sunday breakfast feast that she hardly realized she never asked Bradley why he called.

The younger man paused for a moment. He didn’t want to impose, but he really didn’t want to be alone right now.

Pete met Bradley at the front door with a fond smile. Bradley tried his best to return the smile but he wasn’t successful. His lips just looked like they were twisted in pain and there wasn’t much light in his eyes. Maverick’s brow furrowed. He wouldn’t push until the kid was ready to open up, and he had a feeling that wouldn’t be until after he had a plate full of Penny’s famous pancakes.

Amelia all but inhaled her breakfast before she twirled around the house like a mini tornado, grabbing her bag and keys and shouting ‘ThanksforbreakfastI’mgoingtothebeachwithsomefriendsloveyoubye!’ as the door slammed shut behind her. Maverick’s eyebrows raised and Penny just shook her head with a smile.

The older woman subtly watched Bradley clear his plate. She waited until he swallowed his last bite of food and washed it down with orange juice before she rested her soft hand over his white knuckle clenched fist on the table.

“What’s going on, Bradley?” she asked gently. She was careful–like he was a scared animal that might bolt in an instant. Pete leaned in, making sure he was within his godson’s line of sight too. Bradley couldn’t meet either of their eyes. He cleared his throat and was quiet for a moment.

He told them about the nightmare. About the cold sweat, and the cold sheets, and the cold bed, and the cold empty house. Mav’s heart broke. He was trying his best to do right by Goose; he’d just barely managed to repair his relationship with his godson, but he supposed there was only so much he could protect the younger aviator from.

Pete reached across to rest an arm on Bradley’s shoulder. He tensed then relaxed, but didn’t shake off Mav’s hand. Maybe that was a good sign. Penny’s gaze was sympathetic. Bradley rarely opened up to anyone, but he knew Penny was the person to go to when pity would make him nauseous.

“It might be helpful to get some company,” the older, wiser woman suggested and squeezed Bradley’s hand. His fist unclenched a bit. Pete had been mostly silent up until this point. He wasn’t good with emotions, that much was obvious to anyone who’d spent more than half an hour outside of work with the man.

“Company other than one night stands and the stray cats you swear you don’t feed,” Pete remarked. Rooster chuckled. It was the first genuinely positive reaction they’d seen from him this morning. The cats are lovely company, thank you very much, Bradley thought.

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Bradley tried to get his shit together. He was mostly successful. He officially took in one of the stray cats. He brought him to the vet and made sure his vaccines were up to date and got the poor cat neutered. A cat tree tower took residence next to the backdoor Bradley left cat food out by.

He even tried his hand at gardening. He started a small vegetable garden and did a bit of landscaping. Two months ago he didn’t know which perennials were best suited for California weather, much less how to take care of them. Now he’d installed a carefully timed automatic sprinkler system and even built a tarp over part of the earthy plot to prevent too much sun exposure for some of the more delicate plants.

You have to love yourself before you can love someone else.

Bradley was convinced that phrase was absolute bullshit. Plenty of people were in happy relationships and still went through bouts of being miserable with themselves. Penny tsked Bradley’s pessimism at her bar top. She’d unofficially taken on the role of being his intermittent therapist.

“Bull shit or not, you need to work out some of your own issues before you start dating around,” she said pointedly. She was being pulled in the opposite direction by another bartender that needed her help when she shouted back to Bradley, “Don’t you dare download Tinder, mister!” The exclamation was far too loud for Bradley’s taste, especially when several heads suddenly whipped around to focus on him.

So work out his issues he did. 

He stopped throwing himself into work and ruthless workouts simply for the sake of avoiding his thoughts and being alone. He tried out sitting in silence with his thoughts in his lonely house. He hated it. But he got better at it over time. Goose the cat climbing across his lap and snuggling against his thigh made things better.

Companionship. Mav and Penny were right. He needed someone outside of work. Someone whose life didn’t center around the Navy or planes or beer.

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y/n wasn’t who he ever imagined ending up with. She didn’t particularly care for the U.S. military-industrial complex. She wasn’t a beer girl and she wasn’t very good at driving. She was afraid of heights so she preferred not to fly when she traveled. Whenever she could drive instead of take a flight, she would—even though she’s admittedly a bad driver.

y/n loved Bradley’s cat. She was a cat and a dog person. She was also a bearded dragon person—something that Bradley did not expect to learn about anyone over the age of 20. Her eyes were filled with wonder when she first laid eyes on his thriving vegetable garden.

y/n was very outdoorsy. She loved nature and the beach, she dragged Bradley out of his cold house more times than he could count. The more time y/n spent at his house, the less cold it felt. She brought Bradley on hikes—he had no idea how many trails and reserves were within driving distance. Bradley always drove.

Their green thumbs linked well together. y/n introduced several cat-safe plants to the interior of Bradley’s home. Every once in a blue moon, the couple would spend time at y/n’s apartment. Her roommate was even less of a fan of the military-industrial complex and it showed. One morning Bradley woke up before y/n so he headed to her kitchen to make them breakfast. Her roommate, Allie, woke up early as well. A not-so-casual conversation ensued (read: scrutinizing questions) about Bradley being ‘“Property of Uncle Sam” over the sound of scrambled eggs sizzling. After that, Bradley suggested they spend more time at his house. It was roomier, he reasoned. y/n snorted. “You just don’t want Allie talking at you at the butt crack of dawn,” y/n corrected. Bradley nodded with tight lips.

Mav and Penny enthusiastically offered to help move y/n into Bradley’s home after the spunky y/h/c accepted his offer with a massive grin and a PG-13 kiss.

Now that Bradley woke up with y/n in his arms every morning, he wasn’t really eager to hop out of bed anymore. He was pretty sure the last time he habitually woke up later than 9 in the morning on weekends was when he was in high school.

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y/n huffed and leaned back into Bradley’s warm embrace. The man was practically a space heater in bed, but he was her space heater.

She twisted around in his arms with a grin so that they were chest to chest. Bradley’s legs tensed when y/n’s cold feet assaulted his skin.

“We need to go feed Goose,” y/n reasoned, even though she knew full well that Bradley couldn’t be reasoned with when he was comfortable in bed. Comfortable and bed were two words that weren’t associated with each other for quite a long time for Bradley.

“He can starve for a bit,” he mumbled without opening his eyes. y/n gasped and swatted his arm. The corner of his lip twitched into a grin as he leaned forward to blindly press a kiss to y/n’s face. 

“You have morning breath, Brad,” she wrinkled her nose. He squinted one eye open and stuck his tongue out at y/n. She rolled her eyes but she too snuggled further into his warm embrace. 20 minutes or so passed by. y/n was falling in and out of almost asleep, and she was ready to get the day going.

She squirmed in Bradley’s arms again.

“Bradleyyy,” she groaned, feeling antsy. The aviator shook his head with a smile. For the first time all morning, he cracked his eyes open. The light streaming through the window highlighted the flecks of gold in his beautiful big brown eyes and y/n forgot what she was going to say.

“Shhh, five more minutes” he hushed softly and pressed a kiss to y/n’s nose, a content smile on his face.

“Give me a minute to hold my girl.”

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Broken Wings - Part 2

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Spy! Female OC

Warnings: Torture, like rough grueling torture, not for the faint of heart, light swearing, character death, fictional wars

Word Count: 984

Summary: Jake is captured after being shot down by the enemy. He survives but that doesn’t mean he is safe. He is captured and forced to do the unthinkable. Not only does he have to survive being tortured but he also has to protect an inside spy from death. 

A/N - I got too excited to I'm releasing another one today. Don't worry I'll release one tomorrow and next Wednesday.

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Jake let out a grunt as he fell to the ground of a dirt covered cell. His leg was throbbing, any movement he made shot unbearable pain through his leg. It didn’t help that there was no heat in the cell. It felt exactly like outside, cold chipping away at his body heat. His hands were still handcuffed behind his back, his arms ached from the tension. The barred door of the cell slammed shut. Jake jumped at the sound. 

“Now tell us who you are, and you won’t get hurt,” The man spat out. 

“Like I believe you,” Jake grunted out. The pain from his leg felt even worse from speaking. How was that possible?

“Ok,” The man spoke out, next giving an order in Korean. Another man came in with a cattle prod. Jake let out a heavy sigh, tensing even more, his arms becoming increasingly stiff. 

“많이 아플 거야!” (manhi apeun geoya) The man yelled. Without warning Jake felt his body convulse and his teeth clatter against each other. His calf vibrated, releasing more blood. His green flight suit pant leg is covered in blood by now. The crimson red being renewed with every convulsion the man gave him. He screamed out and cried. 

“Please, please stop,” Jake sobbed out. He was curled up in fetal position, shaking from the shocks sent through his body. 

“What is your name?” The man that Jake just assumed was the leader, asked. 

“I’m not telling you,” Jake spat out. 

“Continue,” The leader muttered, “Do it as long as you would like,” The sound of his footsteps were faint in Jake’s ringing ears.

The man probed him in the right shoulder at least ten more times, five minutes of relief between each poke. The pokes lasted thirty seconds, but they felt like an eternity. Jake didn’t know if it was because the man enjoyed watching Jake convulse or he was hallucinating. Smoke came out of Jake’s skin, there was no way he was getting out of this without a scar. 

“STOP!” A female voice came out of nowhere. 

Jake looked up and around but darkness enveloped him. All he could see was the crackling of electricity coming out of the cattle prod. 

The man immediately dropped his cattle prod without a thought. It landed straight onto Jake's shot calf and he screamed louder than he thought he could. 

“Holy hell!” The woman screamed out, she rushed over and pulled the prod off of Jake. 

Jake was shaking, and couldn’t stop. Electricity and pain continued to course through his body. 

“What are you doing? Get the medical kit!” The women yelled out. The man immediately obeyed. Jake felt as if he almost could identify the voice. 

“Who are you?” Jake whimpered out, his eyes were blurry and bloodshot. He couldn’t make out the face of the woman. 

“Get the kit. NOW!” She screamed again, this time with more results. 

The man brought over a flimsy little first aid kit that looked to have little to no bandaids. Jake let out a tear. He was going to die right here and right now. If anything he wanted to die from all the pain he was feeling. 

He started to fade and his breathing got deep and slow. He could feel commotion by him but nothing seemed to keep him from going into the light. He could feel all the muscles in his body relax and his wrists becoming free from the handcuffs. He snapped open his eyes one last time to see the woman insert a shot into his forearm. He could feel his body tensing up again. He forced his eyes closed, letting a tear fall out. He felt himself black out.

“Shit,” He breathed out, waking up, he had been tense for the past two hours, he didn’t know if he could do this again. But strangely his senses came back to him and his leg wasn’t hurting. His eyes were clear and his electrocution points were dull. 

“Wha-” He slowly sat up and propped himself up against the back wall to see his leg was bandaged and in a brace. He looked around to see he was still in the cell but no one was around. This was the first time he could actually see his surroundings. They left a light on above him and it gave him a small glimmer of hope. 

The cell was about ten by ten feet with little to no room for anything. He had a slim pad with a tiny blanket for a bed and a bucket to relieve himself. It took everything in himself not to scream again. He wanted to leave, see Rooster again, see Mav. Mav had become like a father to him since their mission to take out the uranium enrichment plant. Rooster had become a brother, and his wife a sister. She was expecting. He smiled at the memory of finding out. It had become a surprise to everyone but the feeling of pure joy filled the Hard Deck when they dropped the bomb. 

Rooster always joked that Jake wouldn’t be able to find a wife good enough for him. Being in this cell feeling every breath he felt coming out of him he was glad he didn’t have a wife. She would be in more torture than him knowing he was in danger. His leg started to throb again and he let out a groan. He moved his hands to hold his leg. The pressure made him let out a hiss. Blood still stained the bandages. But yellow was starting to show with the blood as fluid came out with it. 

“I was wondering when you would wake up,” The female that took care of his wounds said just outside his cell. 

Jake’s head snapped up and it finally occurred to him who she was. She was a spy for Top Gun.

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Broken Wings - Part 1

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Spy! Female OC

Warnings: Torture, like rough grueling torture, not for the faint of heart, light swearing, character death, fictional wars

Word Count: 887

Summary: Jake is captured after being shot down by the enemy. He survives but that doesn’t mean he is safe. He is captured and forced to do the unthinkable. Not only does he have to survive being tortured but he also has to protect an inside spy from death.

A/N: I will be updating every Friday and Wednesday!

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“Tally two! Tally two!” Bob screams into the coms. Jake immediately goes into defensive mode and snaps his head, looking ahead. Two bogies are coming straight for Bob and Jake as they barely just got out of S.A.M. valley.

“We’re out of flares Hangman…” Bob breathes out, his voice is shaking.

“You don’t think I don’t know that Bob?” Jake growls, his mind is going thousands of miles an hour. Rooster and Mav were once in this situation. How did they get out? He remembers when Rooster and Mav had to give their mission report to Warlock and Cyclone, but the damned details of when they were being chased by two bogies are vague. Hangman reaches his mind for the information needed to get out of this situation.

Think Seresin, think!

“Hangman,” Bob spurts out, “we need to get out of this… NOW!”

Hangman never thought he would have a WSO but Maverick wanted to give him a challenge. Just another liability to Hangman. He hated having liabilities. When it was just him he only had to care for himself. Now he had Bob and himself to care for. He groaned when Maverick gave the orders. Either take Bob with him or be demoted. He begrudgingly agreed and trained with Bob till this inevitable mission. The mission? Take out enemy lines in North Korea as they increased their borders into South Korea. He was surprised he was given those orders, but he didn’t want to miss an incredible opportunity.

“Bob, they are making their move. We can’t get out of this,” Hangman shook out. His left hand shaking on the handle. They had accomplished their mission and were about to die. They were so close to being home free but the bogies had spotted them. If he had just gone faster, if he had just taken off a few seconds earlier, if if if. Hangman let a tear fall down his face and said, “When I tell you to, punch out.”

“Hangman there has to be another way!” Bob screamed out.

“Bob, please, when I tell you to, Punch. Out,” Hangman said evenly, he couldn’t let Bob hear the fear in his voice.

“On your mark,” Bob finally said after a few beats.

Hangman could feel his heart-rate picking up. He watched as the sixth generation bogies continued into formation.

“Bob, in five… four… three… two… one… PUNCH OUT!” Hangman closed his eyes as he heard the sound of the canopy opening and Bob flying out. He looked below him but didn’t see a parachute. He panicked and looked everywhere. “Where are you?!” Hangman screamed out. He felt his heart rate get faster and faster. He didn’t know his heart could go this fast.

What happened next was inevitable. The plane lurched forward and smoke filled the air, he was losing altitude at an ungodly speed. He breathed out and punched out himself. He could feel the plane fall below him as the parachute rose above him. The time from punching out to landing on the ground felt like an eternity. He could see the F-18 bogies above him shoot his plane more and more and eventually fly away. Why didn’t they try to shoot him?

He was panting by the time he made it to the ground. His body crunched to the ground in a soft snow. His pants were soaking wet. His senses were off kilter. His nose was running and his hands were numb.

“PUT YOUR HANDS UP!” Jake jumped in fear, the man came out of nowhere. He turned around with his hands above his head and saw more than one man. There was a whole military present, all with their firearms pointed at his heart or face. He couldn’t tell which.

The man yelled something in Korean and suddenly Jake was surrounded and handcuffed. They pushed him to the ground face down in the snow. The cold flakes nipped at his cheeks. The man said something else in Korean and a sudden shot was fired and a gut wrenching scream filled the air. Jake had been shot in the leg. He knew of this procedure in training. It was till then did he remember what the North did to POWs. They shot their legs so they couldn’t run away. It was smart, he had to give it to them.

Blood flowed from his calf and the snow turned a bright red. Jake staggered his breathing. He had never felt pain like this in his life. He was always careful and never got injured in missions. This was something else.

“You might be feeling pain lieutenant…” The man’s Korean accent is thick, “We put a pain enhancer in the gun and bullet, it will dissolve and cause more pain. It will be fun to watch you writhe in pain,” the man shrugged. Another man laughed in the background.

Jake put all his focus on the snow below him, the pain creeping and getting worse. “Wait! Where is my WSO? What are you going to do with me?”

“Oh we shot him dead, he was already half dead anyway from falling out of your plane, no use in keeping him alive. As for you? You are going to go through hell,” The man snickered. Another man translated and everyone laughed around him.