#San Diego dogfighters

[sometimesanalice]

Sun Stroke

Summary: It’s been a few months since you’ve broken up with your boyfriend and moved to San Diego. And when Rooster and his teammates introduce you to Dogfight football, you know you’ll never be the same again. Hard pressed and out of sorts, you take matters into your own hands.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw/Female Reader

Length: 8k

Warnings: smut, mentions of masturbation, an ode to the jorts.

(author's note: this is a prequel to the 'Like I Can' series, however it can be read on it's own!)

Bradley Bradshaw was a dead man.

The hangover you’d woken up with was 100% his fault for pressing that final Blue Moon into your hand last night at the Hard Deck.

It had been a couple years since the last time the two of you had seen each other in person and even longer since you’d both lived in the same city, but he knew you. And he without a doubt knew better than to order you another drink when you were already fighting back the giggles.

But what were you going to do, not drink a free beer paid for by your longtime best friend? Not to mention the way he’d teasingly called you a lightweight in a way that sounded a little too much like a dare.

You’d only moved to San Diego a little over a month and a half ago, and maybe if you were going to own up to the role you played in earning this headache, you probably should have known better than to try and keep up with the group of aviators. But since he’d been the one to drive and you were having a good time, you’d thrown caution into the wind and cheers-ed his glass with your own with a grin.

Bad choices shouldn’t taste so good.

It was a citrus-kissed mistake you were paying for now with your head pounding as you rushed around your apartment in a frenzy trying to throw your things together to get out the door to meet everyone at the beach. It’s a feat that would have been so much more manageable if you hadn’t been surrounded by a sea of cardboard boxes, all in various stages of unpacked disarray. It’s an inconvenient maze made by your own procrastination.

Those pain relievers you’d popped not too long ago couldn’t kick in quick enough.

You were running late. You hate being late.

And the way your phone keeps pinging is stressing you out even further. You know it’s Bradley and you’ve been ignoring it in favor of trying to get your act together. It goes off again, barely a minute since the last text had come through, but this time you pause your rummaging to check it.

🔴 Rooster, 11:10 AM: where are you??

🔴 Rooster, 11:17 AM: on a scale from 1-10 how bad is your hangover?

🔴 Rooster, 11:22 AM: tick tock, kid.

🔴 Rooster, 11:23 AM: bring me a coffee?

You roll your eyes at the nerve of that last one. He was going to have to beg Jimmy to make him a tar-like pot from the Hard Deck’s ancient coffee maker if he wanted any. If you were suffering through a hangover, he could suffer through being undercaffeinated.

It didn’t help that you were feeling more high strung than usual. Your vibrator had died before you could finish last night and you’d meant to buffer in time for a quick orgasm this morning, but then you’d slept through your alarm.

You hadn’t had sex since you’d broken up with your ex almost three months ago. While you were doing just fine on your own, you were getting tired of the feel of your own hands and fingers.

When your boss had mentioned the promotion that he wanted to put you forward for, you were elated until he mentioned it would involve relocating to the West Coast office. You’d been on the fence, it was the next step towards your dream job, but you were content with your life in Boston. That night when you had casually mentioned the possibility of it to your boyfriend at the time, it seemed clear to you that it would be an either-or situation.

Either you’d stay in Boston with him or you’d move to San Diego on your own.

Not wanting to rock the boat, you didn’t mention it again. Even though you were still weighing the choice in your mind. It wasn’t until a phone call with Bradley, that you’d finally settled on the right choice for you. After breaking it off with your ex, the two of you had essentially lived like roommates until you’d left without a look back.

At the time, you thought it had been a brilliant idea to use some of your less worn clothes as packing protection for your things. But now as you desperately dig through your third box labeled Bedroom looking for the sporty black and white one piece with the zipper that you know you have but can’t seem to find, you’re starting to think you might be the biggest idiot on the West Coast.

The only beach appropriate thing you’d been able to find in your frantic searching was the bright red scalloped bikini you’d bought a few years ago for a bachelorette party in Tulum wrapped around a set of pretty glass candle holders. And while it made your boobs look great, it was much sexier and revealing than what you were going for to meet up with the Daggers on their home turf.

When your phone dings yet again, you finally admit defeat and give up on your search. In a huff, you put on the bikini, giving the bow behind your neck a good tug before pulling up your denim shorts with a couple jumps, trying to speed things along.

Earlier, you’d found the sticky note that said “FRIDGE!!!” underlined a few times by a heavy hand on top of the beach bag you vaguely remember packing for yourself the night before. The soft cooler bag covered with cheerful palm leaves had been haphazardly shoved onto the top shelf and was now sitting by the front door with the rest of your things, including the low sitting pink and white striped beach chair that Bradley had given to you as a ‘Welcome to San Diego’ gift.

You take one more passing glance around your apartment you look for any stray item that might have been missed- not that you’d be able to spot anything anyways through the cardboard battleground that is your apartment- and then you’re shoving your feet into your sandals and flying out the door in a flurry.

Pulling into the private lot of the Hard Deck, you park in the open spot next to your best friend’s blue Bronco. The bar wouldn’t be open until later, but Penny had given the group of aviators’ carte blanche parking perks. It was something you were especially thankful for as you slung the heavy bags over your shoulder.

The warm coastal breeze and briny salt air were clearing the cobwebs from your head.

Even though the feel of it drifting over your bare skin reminded you of just how exposed you were in just your skimpy bikini top and frayed denim shorts, you’d only realized when you were halfway to the beach that you’d forgotten to put a shirt on in your haste to get out the door. But you were sure you’d packed an oversized linen shirt to cover up with if the sun got to be too hot.

As you pass by the well maintained, but sun-bleached patio, you see Penny sitting at one of the picnic tables with her laptop. She waves when she sees you and you raise the iced latte you’d stopped for up to her in greeting, as much as you can without having the beach chair slip off your shoulder.

Further down the beach, you see the group of energetic aviators. Nat looked a bit like an orchestral conductor the way she is directing the finishing touches on the set up. You weren’t too late, just fashionably so, but you were already planning to buy them all a round of drinks later anyways. Even though it’s just a casual hang out, you still want to make a good impression with Bradley’s friends.

It was been one of the things you’d been most worried about moving here. Rooster had opened the door for you to get to know his friends, but you didn’t want to be just an extension of your best friend in the way it felt like you had been in high school. You really liked these people and wanted to make your own friendships with them too.

You’re more than regretting the choice to try and bring everything in one go, with the way the sand is shifting under your feet and how your beach bag and chair keep bumping against each other with every step you take. And just as you’re contemplating ditching them for the moment to circle back for after you get rid of the cooler bag that’s weighing you down, you see Fritz nudge Bradley, pulling his attention away from his phone and pointing in your direction.

The wide grin that appears on his face is immediate and you feel the corners of your own mouth pulling up. California looked good on him. He seemed happier and lighter here, more like the boy you knew from back home. The one he’d been before he lost his mom and the man who’d helped raise him. You hope that one day it’ll look just as good on you. He gives the other man a quick pat on the back before he’s setting off towards you in an easy jog.

“Hey, where’s mine, kid?” Bradley asks, nodding to your drink with its ice cubes now more than half melted before effortlessly taking the heavy bag from you.

You’re so grateful for his help- now that you can feel your arm again- that you almost forget that you’re supposed to be annoyed at him.

“You know what you did, Br-adshaw,” you retort, catching on his name and hoping he could feel your attempt at a glare from behind your dark sunglasses.

It was a change you were still getting used to. You’ve known him since you were eight, he’s always been Bradley to you. But you’d caught on very quickly that everyone else here only ever seemed to call him ‘Rooster’ or ‘Bradshaw’. And he’d grinned so widely the first time you’d called him by his callsign that it seemed like a confirmation to the question you’d been too apprehensive to ask.

The man didn’t even have the courtesy to look guilty, the all too knowing smirk on his face confirmed everything you already knew, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Mhmm, sure,” you say, flatly pressing your lips together in an unamused line. You’re tempted to flip him off now that you have a free hand, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

He tugs his sunglasses down his nose with a finger to look at you from over the top of them, more serious now, “But you had fun, right?”

And it’s too hard to keep up with the façade of being mad at him when he is looking at you so earnestly. When you were younger you had a higher tolerance against those big brown eyes, his ‘cow eyes’ as Carole had called them. Now that you lived here maybe you’d have a fighting chance against them again, but you felt yourself giving into them.

You were still getting use to the fact that you got to be around him all the time again, and sometimes it felt like you were relearning him as an adult. Your friendship with him felt just as familiar as it always had, but you could admit it was also different now.

“A little too much,” you say with a light laugh at your own expense, “But yes, I had fun, Rooster. I really like your friends.”

He smiles, pleased. “Ok, good.”

Bradley slings an arm over your shoulder and the two of you start walking towards the rest of the group. You hold your drink up for him to take a sip as a sign of truce.

He grimaces at the taste, “Why does it taste like I just licked some of that potpourri shit my Grandma Rose used to keep in her house?”

“Maybe because it’s a lavender latte,” you say, taking a smug sip of your own now that the two of you were even. The coffee shop you’d stopped at has become your favorite in the area. It was a little thing, but you liked having a go-to spot when so much still felt so new to you.

“You’ve only been here a few weeks and they’ve already got you drinking the California Kool-Aid? Coffee should taste like coffee, not a damn flower,” he gripes.

“You sound like you’re seventy. Next, you’ll be yelling at kids to get off your grass,” you tease, nudging his ribs with your elbow. “And I’ll have you know I liked these before I moved here. It was just an extra selling point getting one this morning because I know you aren’t going to drink it all when my back is turned.”

He barks a laugh, “Now that I know there were ulterior motives involved, I might just have to help you finish it.”

You stop and push your sunglasses onto the top of your head, giving him a firm look, “You’re still on friendship probation, tread carefully where my coffee is involved.”

Bradley playfully reaches out for your coffee, “You don’t scare me, kid.”  You attempt to push him away, but he doesn’t budge an inch.

The two of you had basically reached the rest of the group. The gentle crash of the waves was mingling with the sounds of Fleetwood Mac playing from a speaker and the bursts of easy laughter of his friends. Jake is a few feet from the two of you at the edge of the set up as he works to cover himself with sunscreen, the mist sparkling on the fine hairs on his forearms before he rubs it in. 

“You might have those curls figured out now, but I bet my mom still has photos of you with that terrible middle part from when you were thirteen. Don’t mess with me, Bradshaw.”

His head snaps towards you, “Your potpourri coffee is safe, I promise.” You can’t help but laugh at the panic in his voice and the way he warily eyes Jake, clearly not wanting the other man to get his hands on any potential blackmail material.

The sound of a low, exaggerated whistle pulls your attention over to Hangman. “Lookin’ good, kid,” Jake drawls, a pair of dimples punctuating his lazy grin on either cheek, “Red is definitely your color.” His pecs and abs are gleaming in the sun. He’s not your usual type, but it’s working for you more than it should.

God, you really needed to get laid. Or at least get a more reliable vibrator.

“Nah, I’m not having any of that,” Bradley warns, pointing a finger at him, “You cut that shit out right now, Seresin.”

Jake puts his hands up in surrender, but that sharp smile gets even wider, “Just givin’ the lady a compliment, Rooster, don’t get your feathers in a ruffle.” He sends you a wink and you think you hear Bradley grumble something under his breath.

The blonde with all his pretty boy looks was absolutely a shark when it came to finding ways to get under Rooster’s skin. You’d heard your best friend complain about him for years. And even after learning about their truce, you hadn’t been too sure about meeting him in person. But ultimately his easy charm had won you over pretty quickly. You could admit that now you had a lot of fun teaming up with Jake and riling Bradley up.

“Thank you, Jacob,” you sing, tugging on Rooster’s arm towards the spot that had been left open for you in between his things and what you recognized as Natasha’s oversized beach towel.

You gingerly balance your coffee on the arm of his deep green beach chair before dropping the rest of your things into the sand and take in the carefully curated beach arrangement.

Fritz and Harvard are off to the side casually tossing a frisbee back and forth between them. Callie and Nat were facing off against Coyote and Payback in a game of cornhole laughing as they shit talk. Yale looks like he is napping, but you spot the AirPods in his ears, probably trying to listen to the audiobook he’d recommend to you last night in peace. Next to him is Fanboy, who looks pretty engrossed in the comic book he’s reading. And Bob was making his way back up the beach towards the group from where he’d been down by the water.

“I’m going to go offload that and say ‘hi’ to people,” you tell Rooster. Taking the heavy cooler bag back from him, you set off towards the designated grazing area in the middle of the ocean-facing semicircle Nat had corralled people into, greeting his friends as you pass by.

You were more than a little curious about tipsy you had packed for the day. Unzipping the bag, the first thing you spot is the last thing you ever would have expected to find for a day at the beach.

“What the fuck?” you mutter to yourself, hesitating for a moment, unsure whether or not to add it to the rest of the things in the cooler.

“Are those pickles?” You turn to see Mickey standing behind you.

You hold the jar up for his inspection, “I can’t tell you what I was thinking by bringing them. Do you think I should put them in?”

He surprises you when he whoops and takes the jar from you, holding it above his head like a championship belt, “Yo, Payback! Look! The kid brought pickles!”

“Which kind?” Reuben calls back, taking a pause from the game with a beanbag still clutched in his hand.

“Claussen! The whole kind!”

“Oh, hell yeah!” he hoots, sending you a thumbs up. “Grab me one too, Fanboy.”

Mickey twists open the lid with a satisfying pop and fishes one out. “These are the best, thanks!” he says before excitedly hustling off towards Reuben to share, the cornhole game now on an indefinite pause.

You hadn’t been too sure what tipsy you had been thinking, but apparently the beach pickles were destined to be a hit. Either that or you weren’t the only one trying to shake off the tail end of a hangover this morning.

Bob swings by to grab a soda, but stops to help you unload the rest of the things from your bag. As the two of you work together, he tells you about the crab he’d found near the patio of the Hard Deck that he’d just released back into the ocean. 

Both of the large coolers were pretty packed, so no one would be going hungry or thirsty today. You make a note to shop around for one of your own and maybe a beach umbrella since no one else seems to have one. You were more of a sand, sea, shade type of girl.

Once everything is all put away, you grab a couple bottles of water and make your way back to your friend. You catch him taking another curious sip of your coffee, this time he nods like the taste might be growing on him. You let it slide because you see that while you’ve been away he’s set up your chair for you.

“Are you feeling peckish, Rooster?” you ask, plopping the water in his cup holder, eyeing the pilfered bag of trail mix he must have pulled out of your tote bag in his hands.

“What?” Bradley shrugs, unapologetically. You roll your eyes at him affectionately as he helps himself to another handful. “God, I’ve missed this. Japan has so much good food, but one of the perks of being back stateside after a year and a half is all the snacks. I’ve been going to Trader Joe’s like twice a week since I’ve been back.”

You still didn’t know anything about the mission that had brought him back to Top Gun. That phone call you’d had with him the night before he’d shipped off had played in your mind on repeat until he’d texted you that he was back safely in San Diego. The only thing you had been able to glean is that not everything went according to plan, based on his newest additions to his collection of scars. They were the first thing you’d noticed when he’d picked you up at the airport. Still shiny, pink, and fresh.

“Well, with that Hawaiian shirt collection of yours, you’d certainly fit in.”

He chuckles at that as he takes a moment to sort through the collection of various nuts and fruit and chocolate bits, he plucks out the raisins and drops them back in the bag. You bite back a smile because some things never change. He’s always pulled out the raisins, usually to replace them with more chocolate chips. Back when you were teens, his infamous ‘Bradshaw Mix’ was basically a 3-1 ratio of chocolate chips to anything else.

“Wait a second. Hold up, ‘peckish’?” His hand pauses halfway to his mouth, “Was that a joke at the expense of my callsign, kid?”

You point at yourself like who me? blinking innocently at him, “I would never.” Then grabbing a few of the nuts from his open hand you pop them into your mouth, shooting him a sunny grin.

Now that everything was all situated you felt like you could finally relax. You were like this when you traveled too, never at ease until you were through security with your bag stowed above your head. That tightness in your chest only releases after you’re buckled into your seat with all your in-flight necessities tucked away in the seat pocket in front of you.

Maybe that’s why it took you so long to notice the shirt that he was wearing. Well, mostly wearing. The sleeves had been cut off with an overenthusiastic hand and neared nip slip territory with the amount of Rooster’s golden skin that was on display.

“The Hooters shirt, really? Of all the things you could have held onto from your glory days, you chose that? How gauche.” You slide your sunglasses back on your face with your pinky exaggeratedly pointed up to the sky for dramatic flair.

He clutches his chest, “She’s got that fancy degree and been living in a big city and now she thinks she’s too good for Hooters? My, my how times have changed.” Bradley whips his tank off and tosses at you the same way he had done hundreds of times when the two of you were growing up.  Except the overpowering smell of teen spirit and axe body spray was replaced with a subtle, rich woodsy smell.

Rooster laughs when you succumb to the urge and throw him your middle finger. 

“Your motley crew of teenaged horndogs only went there because you all had a crush on Danielle Batula’s older sister,” you shoot back, folding up his shirt and putting it on top of your things.

“Hey now, we also went for the Lots-a-Tots. I’ve always been a feminist, kid, if a woman feels empowered wearing those spandex shorts then I’m going to support her,” he says with a wink, “Far be it from me to tell a woman what to wear.” You reach up to flick his nose and he bats at your hand, grinning even wider.

“And what’s the excuse for the reason you’re wearing jorts at the beach?”

Not that any man should be able to pull them off, but he wore them well. You were pretty sure he could pull off most anything with the body he’d worked for over the years, but the fact of the matter was that denim had no place mixing with sand.

“These are my beach jeans,” he says like it’s the most logical thing in the world, as he strikes a pose with his hip cocked out.

“I can see that, Rooster. But why?”

“It’s because they get him laid,” Javy cuts in with a booming laugh, slapping Bradley on the back as he passes by on his way towards the coolers, “Isn’t that right, Bradshaw? How many numbers did you score the last time we all did this? Like five?”

He runs his against the back of his neck, looking more sheepish than you’ve ever known him to be, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. She doesn’t need to hear about all that.”

“Oh.” It sounds just as stupid coming out of your mouth as you feel, not entirely sure how to respond or what to do with yourself.

Objectively speaking, you know your best friend is attractive. Tall, broad, and tan. You’d seen him get hit on more than a few times at the Hard Deck in the short time you’ve been here. But Rooster’s sex life wasn’t something you really wanted to hear about- or think about- especially when yours is nonexistent at the moment. 

However, it was one thing to generally know Bradley had no problem finding someone to take home and a different thing to hear just how easy it was for him. 

But you couldn’t say it surprised you though. During your first night out with everyone, you’d overheard a girl in the bathroom talking to her friend about him in more detail than you ever wanted to know, right down to confirming there had been more to the story he’d told you about how he’d earned his callsign.

You pointedly ignore the turn in conversation in favor of digging through your woven beach bag. You hadn’t had the time to apply sunscreen with all your rushing around to get here, and knowing Rooster he most likely hadn’t put any on either. His shoulders aren’t pink yet, but they undoubtedly will be by the end of the day. Even with the SPF 65 you’d purchased with him in mind.

Grabbing the bottle, you smoothly lob it to him, “Here, put that on. ‘Lobster’ isn’t nearly as cool of a callsign, Rooster.” You have to turn away from the chaotically haphazard way he rubs it all over his face. 

Leaving him to his own devices, you pull out a battered paperback book and toss it into your chair, only slightly mortified to see that tipsy you had been in a grocery store bodice ripper mood. If only you had noticed it earlier, you would have swapped it out for something less incriminating.

How you’d taken the time to unpack your books, and not all your clothes was beyond you.

You’re about to step around to the front of your pink and white striped chair when you feel a firm tug on the belt loop of your shorts, making you stop to turn back towards your best friend.

“Woah, get back here. We can’t have you frying, kid.” He squeezes some sunscreen into his hand, “Turn around and I’ll get your back for you.”

“Oh, absolutely not,” you say, adamantly shaking your head, “I trust you with a lot of things, but I am not trusting you to put the SPF on me. You haven’t even rubbed it all the way in on your face yet.” You thumb at the smear of white on his cheek to further emphasize the point.

“Hey, these hands handle a multimillion-dollar fighter jet, I’m more than capable of covering your back with sunscreen,” Rooster huffs, “Now, c’mere.”

Natasha laughs beside you as you dart out of his reach and around your chair to stand by her instead. She must have just walked up, because the last time you’d seen her she had been over on the other side of the group talking to Callie. But you had every confidence she would back you up with this since her friendship with Bradley was one that spanned years, and she’s undoubtedly seen him fried to a crisp before too.

“She makes a good point,” she says with a smirk, pinning him with a sharp raise of her eyebrow, “The last time I asked one of you guys, I ended up with the worst tan lines.”

The look of betrayal on his face is comical, “And here I thought we were friends.”

“I’ve decided to upgrade,” she says pointing to you. You beam in victory towards him and he just shakes his head at you before looking down at the large blob so sunscreen in the center of his large palm like he doesn’t know what to do with it.

You take Natasha up on her offer to help you cover the spots you can’t reach. All the while, you can hear him grumbling to himself as he works on rubbing in the dollop that had been meant for you over his shoulders and chest. After she’s done with your back, you shimmy out of your shorts and work on getting your arms and legs covered.

As Nat pulls up her thick, shiny hair onto the top of her head- the reason she must have come over here in the first place- and reminds Rooster about the plan to play ‘Dogfight’ football a little later before setting off again. You’d heard of flag football, but that name was new for you. You’d seen enough football with your ex and you were suddenly very grateful you’d brought a book to keep yourself occupied, even if it was a bodice ripper. 

You double check your set up, ready to hunker down, when you feel Rooster’s eyes trained on you, “What?”

“Just looking for evidence of this tattoo you allegedly have,” he says, doubtfully, “Considering that I only found out about last night. Since when do we keep secrets?”

“I told you it’s not for the viewing public, so it’s none of your business. Now, stop hovering and go play with your friends. You’re annoying me,” you say without heat, shooing him away.

“Are you bossing me around, kid?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yep,” you say breezily, getting comfortable in your chair and opening your book, “You’d think you’d be used to it by now.”

“You’d think,” Rooster agrees with a laugh. He squeezes your shoulder before strutting off to go join where Coyote, Harvard, and Fanboy are already tossing a football back and forth not too far away.

Now that you’re on your own, you lose yourself in the words printed on the cheap paper of your smutty bargain book. You’re too engrossed in the tension and build-up of the story you’re reading to pay attention to anything else. And you’re reminded why this particular book has never made it into a donation box when you do your spring cleaning, it’s got the best combination of all your favorite tropes. By the fourth chapter you’re completely immersed in the story, and all the chatter happening around you becomes white noise.

The only signal of time passing is marked by the melted ice in your empty coffee cup, by the crinkle of swiftly turning of pages, and by the sun as it rises higher and higher in the sky.

What minimal marine layer there had been when you’d first arrived is long gone. You’re probably due for another layer of sunscreen by now, but you can’t be bothered when you’re in the middle of possibly one of the hottest sex scenes you’ve ever read.

It’s so well written, so incredibly vivid that you can almost feel greedy hands and wandering mouths along every inch of you. The blood thrumming in your ears has drowned out the sound of crashing waves. You’re so hyperaware of your body. It’s as if you can feel every individual grain of sand on your skin. Tucked between your fingers, on your shin, in the nook of your ankle bone. The high heat of the day has your hair sticking to the back of your neck and sweat collecting in the hollow of your collarbone. You’re too keenly aware of the prickling sensation on your shoulders and the tops of your thighs.

You thought living vicariously through the main character might help take the edge off. Instead, all it’s done is given fresh life to the ruined orgasm from the night before, like an echo of need reverberating throughout your whole body. A reminder of how untouched you’ve been over the last few months. You can’t help the way you’re shifting in your chair, trying to relieve the way your clit is throbbing in time with your heartbeat. The moment your cunt clenches around nothing, you close your book with a sharp snap. Not even bothering to mark the page you left off at.

You feel fidgety and keyed up. 

Needing something to do, you grab your tote looking for the lightweight linen coverup you assumed was packed. But digging around all you can find is Rooster’s Hooters shirt from earlier.

You’re more than a little irritated at yourself for not double-checking you had everything before you left for the day, and because your tipsy self had clearly fucked you over. You don’t know anyone else as well as you know Bradley to rummage through their things to look for some other form of sun protection, so with a huff you pull it on over your head. The cotton is soft and warm to the touch. You’re grateful for the way it covers your shoulders, but you’re already mentally preparing yourself for how smug he’ll be when he sees you in it, especially after all the shit you gave him earlier.

Still needing to keep yourself occupied from wanting to crawl out of your skin, you crack open the water bottle you’d grabbed earlier and swallow down a few large gulps. You’d heard when Natasha had rallied the group for their game, but you hadn’t taken a moment to find out what ‘Dogfight’ Football actually was.

You’re not even the slightest bit prepared for what you see playing out in front of you down by the water. You’d figured watching some of their football game would help your act together, but now you feel even more spun out of control than before at the sight of so much skin.

Fuck.

The sun is bouncing off of their hard, athletic bodies. Under the shiny sheen of sunscreen and sweat, their muscles look bigger and the divots and ridges more pronounced. You knew these were some of the best and brightest the Navy had to offer, but seeing them in action was something else entirely. The power of their legs was impressive as they ran and spun around their opponents. The precision of their aim as they threw the football to a teammate. Every single one of them was in peak shape. Those weren’t vanity muscles, those were earned and honed by hard work.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from any of it.

The lithe line of Natasha’s toned thighs. The full, defined pecs on Jake’s massive chest. The way Bob’s large hands easily wrapped around most of the curved football he’d just caught. The skin over the wide expanse of Javy’s back was pulled taut, his muscles flexing as he twists and bends. The way Mickey was breathing hard made his chiseled abs stand out even more than they already did.

It was a lot. Especially for someone who couldn’t remember the last time they’d been good and truly fucked.

And then there was Rooster.

There had been a few moments since moving here where you’d been struck by this version of him. It was almost like your brain couldn’t connect the tall, broad man in front of you racing across the beach with the long-limbed, gangly boy you’d known with the red and black braces. Or the one in the teal shirt who’d scooped ice cream for his first job. Or the one who’d helped you pass Algebra 2 when the math teacher cared more about coaching the basketball team than he did trying to make sure his students understood the material.

Seeing him now, like this? This version of him was new to you.

Rooster’s chest and face were flushed pink, those curls of his are an absolute riot. The sweat he’d worked up made it look like his golden skin was gleaming in the bright afternoon sun, even with the patches of gritty sand that were sticking to him. Power and control radiated off every inch of him, the embodiment of physical strength and agility. Every movement he made was purposeful and precise, like he knew exactly what he was capable of.

You knew he was built, but the casual perfection of his body still takes you by surprise.

The broadness of his shoulders, the definition of his biceps and arms, the jutting v-shaped muscle that ran diagonally from his hipbones towards the trail of fine hair below his belly button. The long tendon that ran along the side of his neck was on full display as he throws his head back to laugh at something one of his teammates says. It was impossible to miss the unapologetic confidence in his swagger or the way those ridiculous jorts were clinging to his thick thighs. They were absolutely soaked through, the light wash darkened by the Pacific, and the denim was molded to him in a way that left nothing to the imagination. 

When did Bradley get an ass like that?

The startling intrusive thought about your best friend has you shooting up from your chair in a flash, your book tumbling off your lap and into the warm sand.

Jesus Christ, you needed to get a grip.

Shade. You needed shade and to get out of the heat. And you definitely needed to get away from the overwhelming display of sunkissed sweaty skin and peak physical prowess playing out before you.

And then you’re off like a shot towards the Hard Deck.

The burst of cool air you’re hit with as soon as you’re pushing through the patio door that Penny left unlocked for the group is more than welcomed against your overheated skin, even as it makes goosebumps erupt along your body.

You sigh in relief once you flip the lock to the worn wooden door of the bathroom closed. Leaning against the cool surface that’s littered with faded stickers from all around the world, you squeeze your eyes shut, willing your racing heartbeat to slow down. You’re breathing hard like you’ve run a marathon, your lungs uncooperative to the point where you don’t feel like you can take a full breath. You’ve never felt this antsy before, it’s like there’s a live wire under your skin.

In the mirror, you catch a glimpse of yourself. You’re more than a little windblown, but it’s the wild gleam in your eyes that surprises you the most, it’s a look on yourself that you’ve never seen before. Your thighs rub together as you shift your weight on your feet and it makes the pulsing of your clit impossible to ignore.

You weren’t. You shouldn’t.

But you have no idea how you’re going to make it through the rest of the afternoon and evening if you didn’t with how on edge you are.

Bringing your hand up to your chest, you press it there and let your thumb soothingly skim the side of your neck, trying to use whatever techniques you’d learned in those overpriced yoga classes you’d started taking before you’d left Boston to calm yourself down. But your fluttery pulse won’t be pacified.

Every part of you feels hypersensitive, you can feel every thread of Rooster’s shirt against your too tight skin. The desire to be touched is overwhelming. Your breasts feel heavy and you’re all too aware of your peaked nipples against the cups of your swimsuit. You’re craving hands other than your own.

It’s been so long since someone else has made you come. Even longer since you’ve had a back-arching, toe-curling, steal-your-breath kind of orgasm. You want to be pressed into the door, you want a firm, solid body fitted against yours. You want to be kissed and touched and fucked.

You keep telling yourself that you aren’t going to, even as your hand trails down the soft cotton between the valley of your breasts and over your stomach down even further. Your fingers sneak easily beneath the top of your bikini bottoms since you’d left without pulling your denim shorts back on. There are no thoughts left in your head, only the ringing in your ears. You need, you need.

There’s a small whimper that escapes you at the first touch of your fingertips against your slippery clit. The sensation has your hips jerking forward on their own, seeing out more. You’re so wet already.

There’s no finesse or slow build up. No gentle teasing or trying to draw this out. Your fingers are making quick, tight circles on that pulsing part of you. In the quiet of the bathroom, the rhythmic slick sounds you’re creating feel almost too loud.

You already know it’s not going to take you long to get there, but you still can’t help but let your mind wander. You think of big hands with thick fingers, ones that are calloused and rougher than your own touching you in just the way you like. The thought of a thick thigh pressed in between your own, on you could rock and grind against, has you rolling your hips harder against your fingertips. You can almost feel the ghosting of hot lips, a wet mouth, and a teasing tongue along your neck. All you want is a raspy voice in your ear whispering filthy words and murmuring pretty praise.

Couldn’t even wait until you got home. C’mon then, dirty girl, show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone and no one’s watching.

Go on, give that needy clit the attention it deserves. Spread your thighs open further- yes, just like that- I want to see how wet you are for me.

Jesus, look how hard you’re working for it. You’re going to make yourself come, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard that everyone will know what we did in here. They’ll all know how desperate you were for this cock.

A soft whine makes its way out of you, and with your free hand you pull up the collar of the shirt you’re wearing over your mouth to try and muffle your sounds as you tremble all over.

You’re hit with the scent of clean laundry and the warm, woodsy scent of expensive cologne. It’s rich and cozy, it reminds you of the trees that grow everywhere in your hometown. And underneath that, there’s a smell that you’d know anywhere, one you’ve always been familiar with. It smells like Br--

You come open-mouthed with stars blooming behind your eyelids, the force of it hitting you so hard that your knees nearly give out beneath you. The hand that had been covering your mouth slaps against the door for support. Your hips writhe against your fingertips as you chase those last shimmery moments of your release.

In your post-orgasm satisfaction, you feel like you can finally breathe again, now that all your antsy, unsettled energy has been freed from your body.

When you can feel your legs again, you go wash your hands once and then again for good measure. Like somehow it’ll erase the last few minutes from the Hard Deck’s history books, even though you’re sure it’s seen much worse. You chance a peek at yourself in the mirror, you look more relaxed than you did when you’d arrived.

Unlocking the door, you leave the sanctuary of the quiet bathroom. The only thing on your mind is the glass of ice water that’s calling your name. You’re about to round the corner out of the hallway when you collide into someone’s chest. A firm, sweaty, shirtless chest.

“Oh hey, there you are,” Rooster says, his big hand steadying you at the waist. “You ok? You look overheated, kid.”

Your face heats up immediately. You’re too flustered by what just occurred barely five minutes ago to look him in the eye. You feel embarrassment trying to bubble its way to the surface, but you push it back down in the name of self-care. Plus, you could always blame it on sunstroke if you had to, not that you were ever planning on telling anyone about it.

“Probably just dehydrated,” you ramble, trying to sound unaffected. Your eyes are trained on a spot just under his ear. “But you’re one to talk. You’re fried, Rooster.” With a finger you press lightly on his bright pink shoulder. His hisses and knocks your hand away.

“Nah, I’m just working on my base tan.” You don’t see as much as you feel the moment he notices what you’re wearing. Smugness rolling off of him in waves, “Not too good for Hooters now, are you?”

“Shut up,” you mumble.

“C’mon, let’s get you some water.” Tucking you under his arm as he steers you back towards the bar. “So what did you think of Dogfight football? Did you catch any of it or did your highbrow literary choice have your full, undivided attention?”

Your mind starts to whirl, unable to think of a reply. Thankfully you’re spared giving him an answer as the rest of the clamorous team spills in through the open patio door. The commotion is a godsend, because it’s almost like he forgot he even asked the question in the first place in the all the activity. The real answer will forever be a secret between you and the Hard Deck.

The late afternoon melts into evening like hand-churned ice cream, smooth and silky.

Eventually, the beach set up is packed away into trunks of cars as the party moves inside the bar. You end up back in your denim shorts, the Hooters shirt is the crowning glory to your ensemble for the rest of the night. You don’t even feel guilty getting people to call Rooster ‘Flamingo’ after the third time someone asks you about being out of uniform regulation. But he isn’t faring much better in the too-tight shirt he was borrowing, since it turns out that out of everyone in the group only Bob had been the one with enough common sense to pack a spare one.

As predicted, the pink hue of Rooster’s skin deepens with every passing hour until he’s bribing you into leaving early with the promise of burgers and milkshakes in exchange for putting on aloe for him back at his place.

He’s sprawled face down on his couch in a pair of loose sweatpants with his eyes closed, contentedly humming as you work on applying a second coat of the cool, soothing gel to his hot-to-the-touch skin. One of the movies the two of you use to watch all the time plays on in the background, the crumpled wrappers and empty cups of your dinner sitting out still on his coffee table. Every time you come here you can’t help but seek out any little touches that look like him, but much like yours, his condo seems to be a work in progress.

“It’s nice having you around, kid,” Rooster says with a sigh. “I’ve missed you.”

“You don’t have to butter me up, Bradshaw, I’ll put one more layer on for you before I leave,” you tease, as your hand follows the freckles along his back.

He squeezes your knee, “No, seriously. I don’t know if I’ve said it yet, but I’m really happy you’re here.” And you know that if you were to look in his brown eyes, you’d see nothing but fondness reflected in them.

You give him a soft smile, “I’m happy I’m here too.”

It’s late by the time you get back to your place.

It seems pointless with the cardboard boxes still scattered around your apartment, but you still go through the motion of putting all your things away. Like wiping out your cooler bag and throwing your clothes in the washing machine, including the well-worn Hooters shirt. You’ve already decided to spend the rest of your weekend trying to unpack your things, you’re ready to make your space feel more like your home.

It’s a slow sinking feeling that settles over you as you wash the sand and sea salt from your skin in the shower. Your day has been so filled with chatter and laughter, that it feels uncomfortably quiet. It was different from the peaceful quiet you’d had at Rooster’s place, this was the empty kind of quiet. 

You turn the tv on in your room and crawl into bed, savoring the way the cool cotton of your sheets feels against your legs. Checking your phone, you see that Nat has sent you some pictures that she must have taken during the day. Scrolling through them you like the windblown, carefree girl you see in them.

For as good as the day you’ve had, you can’t quite shake off how lonely you’re feeling now. You can’t help but think about how nice it would be to come home and have someone here to laugh and relax with. Someone just to be with.

You pull your lower lip in between your teeth as you click into the app store feature on your phone. Taking a few moments to skim the options, you download the dating app with the highest rating and best reviews, deciding that it can’t hurt to try.

Not everyone got to have a fresh start in a new city, and you wanted to make the most of it. A new city with new places to go and new people to meet.

And you are ready to embrace every bit of it with open arms and a hopeful heart.

California was going to look good on you.

Bradley Bradshaw, you liked that lavender latte and you're not fooling any of us!

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Ink and Smoke I Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

Summary : Reuben's wife wants to play matchmakers with Bob. It usually fails until the whole squad has a tattoo appointment.

TW : none, full fluff, hyper self indulgent

Length : 3664 words

AN : maybe it's kind of a self insert fic because of the whole "reader is a tattooed girly" and maybe the bee tattoo is the one I have. Maybe.

posted on AO3 November 8, 2023

A few months had passed since the uranium mission and the squadron was settled to San Diego for good, and Bob had never been happier. He finally had everything and everyone he needed in one place. The squad was a new family for him, he grew close to each of them, even Jake.

Work was easier now that he was permanently stationed here, and he was glad that the squadron was a permanent unit as well ; they were always working together and getting missions as a special task force. He was able to teach new graduates with Phoenix, and he enjoyed being an instructor. 

Life was good. His little found family fell into an easy routine of Sunday brunches at each other's houses, days off at the beach playing dogfight football, evenings at the Hard Deck. Each of them got to meet the family of the others ; mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, partners… Reuben was the first to introduce his wife, Josie, to the squadron and everyone loved her. They were expecting their first child and Mickey had appointed himself as godfather (not that Reuben had anything against it, but he had to talk it over with his wife). Josie had some sort of maternal aura that made them so comfortable, much like Penny ; even Bradley opened up to her about his past, and Jake always seemed to calm down when the pregnant woman gave him the "mommy" look.

As for his own love life, Bob’s friends had tried so many times to set him up on dates, and each time it had failed. The girls he was set up with had nothing to do with it for the most part ; Bob was sure they were great people, but they were always too much for him. He was a discreet and somewhat shy type of guy, he wasn't really comfortable with their extroverted behavior. And it wasn't like he was actively looking for a relationship; he liked being single most of the time. He had his ways, his habits, his comfort zone, and he wasn't in any hurry to leave it. His life was perfect as he saw it. But he couldn't deny that sometimes he felt lonely. He felt that way when he couldn't go home to his family, when he was on leave from work, or when he was asked to write his marital status on some paperwork. He felt that way when he listened to Natasha talk about her dates with her pretty hairdresser and how everything was going smoothly. He felt that way when he saw the girls at the bar only looking at Bradley, Javy, Jake or Mickey; he was right there but invisible. He felt that way when he was the last of his siblings and cousins to be single; his younger brother even got married this year. He felt that way when his father seemed to have to remind him that his last relationship was from before he left for naval school, and when his mother whined about her baby being all alone in San Diego.

Other than that, Bob didn't feel lonely. Not too much.

When he arrived at the Hard Deck after another failed date, Josie sighed with a confused pout.

"Why didn't it work out this time, Bobby?"

He shrugged as he sat between her and Natasha on the stool across from the pool table where Jake and Bradley were playing. "She's just passing through San Diego and she... I don't know, she talked a lot about herself, I didn't have time to get a word in. And when I did, she didn't seem too interested in what I had to say."

"Yickes," Natasha grimaced, "you did well to leave that date early."

"Oh, well, in fact, I didn't... She actually was the one who cut it short, she had to meet a friend apparently. Not that I'm complaining," he smiled slightly at the girls, and Reuben’s wife rolled her eyes before finishing her ginger ale, rubbing her round belly.

"I give up, Bob. You'll find someone eventually, but I'm done trying to set you up. I hate seeing you like this."

"Like what?" he frowned a little, not understanding.

"Like a puppy that's been thrown out," Reuben said as he kissed his wife's temple, joining their conversation. She rolled her eyes, half amused. "That's the idea. You always look so disappointed and sad after these dates. And I know it makes you question your self-worth, and I don't want that. So we won't set you up anymore, consider this my early birthday present to you," she smiled. 

"Finally - Ouch!" he chuckled, stroking his side where Josie had elbowed him. She sighed with a smile and they moved on to more casual conversation. It was another casual night, and Bob was loving it. The brunette was right, he'll find someone eventually, why force fate?

As the night went on, one particular topic was brought back to the table; their matching tattoo project. The seven of them still hadn't decided what to get, but Reuben had already made an appointment with a tattoo artist that he and Josie had been to a few times; she had four tattoos, and three of them were by that artist. It was fine line, discreet; that style was perfect for the squad. 

"So, except for Reuben, this will be everyone's first tattoo?" Mickey asked, reading everyone's ideas again on Javy's phone. They all nodded and Natasha scoffed.

"Robert Floyd, stop lying to us! You have a tattoo!"

Bob blushed under the curious gaze of his friends, and if his eyes could throw knives, Phoenix would be dead.

"Come to think of it, we've never seen him without a shirt on," Mickey remarked, narrowing his eyes. The other boys agreed and Jake grinned.

"What kind of embarrassing ink you got Baby on board?"

"If it's the name of an ex-girlfriend, I swear we'll ask for the whole story!" Javy insisted. Everyone tried to guess, making Bob more and more embarrassed and Natasha smirked, proud of her. She saw his tattoo once, after a water fight. 

"Come on Robby, show them, it's not that bad..." she encouraged him, gently squeezing his forearm. The blond man pouted and sighed, pulling out his phone to find photos. He showed the screen to his friends when he found the picture he was looking for. The tattoo was on his ribs and it was a quote with a carnation flower underneath. Mickey couldn't help but gasp in surprise as he read the quote, his eyes shining with admiration, "Is that a Star Wars reference?"

"It is..." Bob muttered, "And my older cousin has the other half of the quote."

He swiped and showed them a picture of their tattoos side by side; his cousin’s said "Do or do not." with the flower above it, and Bob’s one said "There is no try."

"Nerd," Jake snorted, earning a nudge from Reuben.

"In our defense, we were barely eighteen when we made them, just before I went to naval school," he shrugged.

"I think it's cute," Josie smiled and Bradley hummed in agreement, siping his beer. 

"How come you never told me you were Star Wars fans?" Mickey accused, "What do you think of the series? Without the last three movies, of course. They don't exist," and he chatted with Bob for a good half hour. 

Bradley cleared his throat to stop the rumbling, "Can we get back to the tattoo topic? We have less than fifteen hours to decide".

After some discussion and a few scribbles of their ideas on some napkins, they settled on three designs that the tattoo artist would be able to work with.

Bob carefully saved the napkins, and one by one the group went home. He decided to take a walk on the beach before he left. 

He liked the silence, broken only by the gentle sounds of the waves and the wind. His week had been exhausting and quite stressful, and being here soothed him. The moonlight guided his steps home. As he made his way to his little house, he lit a cigarette. He was not much of a smoker, but every now and then it helped calm his nerves. Truth to be told, he was a little nervous to get tattooed. He wasn’t a big fan of needles. He just hoped that the final design would be simple enough so he didn’t have to stay too long under the hands and tools of the tattoo artist.

The next day, after a nice lunch together, the group finally went to the tattoo parlor. Josie was with them, even more excited than they were. They walked in, making the little bell above the door ring. Soft rock was playing at a low volume, and some of the artist's work was hanging on the walls. 

Bob looked around curiously. This parlor was nothing like the one he'd been in with his cousin almost twelve years before. Here, the large windows let in daylight, and the reception and waiting areas were beautifully decorated with green plants (though Bob suspected they were fake). On the coffee table across from the couches was a binder containing the flashes that were still available. And on the walls were photos of several finished tattoos and some awards the artist seemed to have won at conventions around the country. The whole atmosphere was comfortable and reassuring. 

"I'll be there in two seconds!"  your voice came from the back of the room. 

The curtain at the back of the shop opened and you stepped out, dusting your hands. Your arms were covered with tattoos of all kinds; some colored, some not. Bob watched you for a moment, impressed by the number of tattoos you had. His eye fell on the one under and on your collarbones; two daffodils with a bee in the middle. He found it gorgeous.

He was jolted out of his contemplation when Josie threw herself in your arms.

"Bee! It's so good to see you!"

"Hello to you too, Jo’ !" you chuckled, returning her hug, "I assume this is the famous Dagger Squad you've been talking about."

You gave them your real name with a smile and shook hands with everyone, "You can call me Bee though, it doesn't bother me!". Your eyes locked with Bob's for a few seconds and he thought he saw you blushing a little. But maybe he had hallucinated.

You offered them some tea or coffee while grabbing your sketchbook and pen. "Okay, so what were your ideas? Jo’ and Reuben here told me you had quite a few," you asked with a smile, and the group began to explain what they had in mind. Bob, sitting in front of you, wasn't listening. He was mesmerized ; you had such a sweet voice and a warm, inviting aura. Your eyes shone with interest behind your glasses as you took notes on what Bob's friends were saying. Your soft smile sent butterflies to his stomach, and he felt his cheeks and the tips of his ears blush whenever he made eye contact with you. 

He was drawn out of his contemplation by Bradley, who nudged him discreetly. You had asked him something, but he didn't seem to have heard.

"Sorry, what?"

"Your friends said you had some papers with your ideas. May I see them?" you chuckled with a sweet smile.

"Oh... Oh! The napkins, yes!" he mumbled and took them out of his pocket. He displayed them on the coffee table in front of you. He blushed as your fingers brushed over his, and Josie and Natasha noticed. They looked at each other and wiggled their eyebrows. An idea had blossomed in their minds…

***

A few sketches later, you had a design that everyone in the group loved. It was simple enough that you could make the seven of them that afternoon. While you were getting everything ready, the Daggers argued about who would go after Reuben, who volunteered to go first. But Bob seemed a little lost and couldn't say anything. Josie sighed and intervened, hands on hips, like a mother scolding her children.

"Okay, everybody, calm down. Jake will go second, Mickey third and then Javy."

"But why?" Jake gasped and Mickey pouted.

"Because you three are too afraid, I can feel it. Look at it this way: the sooner you get it done, the sooner it's over."

"Good thinking..." Javy muttered.

"Thank you. Then Natasha, Bradley, and finally Bob. As soon as you're done, go to the little store next door and get yourself a snack, okay?"

The five nodded like children, but Natasha had a little mischievous smile on her lips that matched Josie's. But the boys, except for Reuben, didn't seem to notice. The latter gave his wife a knowing look and shook his head with a smile when she just shrugged.

Bob wasn't sure what to do. He looked at you a few times as you finished cleaning Reuben’s finished tattoo. You laughed with him and Bob blushed. He'd never seen anyone laugh so beautifully. His heart raced a little, but he couldn't take his eyes off you. You were mesmerizing, a work of art. 

"... Bob?"

"Huh?" he hummed, still lost in contemplation.

"Bobby, stop staring, you're not discreet," Josie giggled and Bob blushed wildly. He looked around and to his relief the others didn't seem to be paying too much attention to him. "You know, Bee is single... you should ask her out. You're totally her type."

"Am I?" he mumbled, blushing as Nat and Josie giggled, "I-I mean, I, uh… she’s-" Bob stuttered. He was busted. Natasha wrapped her arm around his and looked at you.

"From what Josie and Reuben have told me, Bee is really sweet," she said.

"She loves sci-fi, has two cats, builds Legos, and she absolutely loves quiet walks on the beach, just like you," Josie informed him with a smile, and Bob's cheeks turned even redder. He watched as you reassured Jake and explained how the machine worked. Your smile definitely made Bob's heart flutter. He wanted it to be directed at him. Not at Jake who was certainly flirting with you… although you didn’t seem that affected by it.

"She's a great girl, Bobby, and yes, I said I'd stop to set you up, but this isn't technically a date. It's up to you if you want to ask her out," Josie argued and he nodded, playing nervously with his fingers.

"I... I'll try?" he murmured, clearly worried about the situation, "but what if you're wrong and I'm not her type? Or what if I make it all awkward? or what if-"

"Calm down Floyd, it'll be fine! She won't reject you like that. Look at her, she's too nice for that. You have the whole afternoon to relax and just be yourself with her. We'll keep the others out," Natasha smiled as she gave him a friendly nudge. He sighed and nodded, trying to keep his composure. But then he frowned and turned to the two women beside him. "That's why you wanted me to go last?"

They just chuckled and shrugged. Bob sighed again and shook his head, "You two are a menace," he groaned.

As the afternoon wore on, Bob had to go out twice to catch his breath. He tried not to smoke right now, but the urge got stronger as his turn to get tattooed approached. He watched you laugh with Bradley as you tattooed him on the inside of his bicep. Then Bradley pointed at Bob and said something to you. You smiled a little and waved to him. He blushed so hard he thought his whole face was on fire. He shyly waved back and thought he saw you blush again. But you quickly turned your attention back to Bradley.

Bob's heart was pounding, he was filling up like a 10-year-old facing his first crush. 

And finally it was his turn. Josie and Natasha managed to get everyone out by pretending to go shopping for dinner - which wasn't exactly a lie. Bob was worriedly silent as you cleaned your station. You turned to him and smiled. 

"Would you like something to drink while I finish preparing the area? I have some ginger ale, Reuben told me you usually like it?"

Bob just nodded, speechless. How can you be so thoughtful? 

He thanked you as you handed him the glass and watched you print the last stencil.

"Nervous?" you asked, tilting your head to meet his gaze, "Where do you want it?"

"Y-Yeah, a little bit," he swallowed and scratched his neck nervously, "I, uh... maybe here?" he gestured to his ribs, the side that had no tattoos.

"Josie told me you already had a tattoo, right? Do you want them mirrored, like symmetrical?" you asked as he took off his shirt. You blushed. This man was really, really beautiful. His friends were too, you'd seen Jake and Mickey shirtless, but Bob... Bob had this charming boyish face and a body that you could see yourself curling up against in your bed for a cuddle in rainy weather. He had that old American charm with his wire-rimmed glasses, that little curl of hair that fell perfectly on his forehead, and that shy smile. You wanted him to take you out on a date anywhere he wanted and listen to his surprisingly raspy voice talk about absolutely anything... but you had to be professional.

"Yes," he replied, "I think it could be quite harmonious..."

"I think so too," you smiled at him and prepared his skin before placing the stencil. You let him check to see if he liked the placement. He turned to you and his crooked smile made you feel all warm inside. He was absolutely adorable.

"I love it," he said, excited like a little boy on Christmas Eve, "it looks amazing!"

"Well, let's get to work then, Lieutenant!" you chuckled and let him lie down. You put on your gloves and turned on the machine. You saw him take a deep breath and exhale slowly; surely to calm his nerves. "Ready?" you asked quietly and he nodded.

He didn't flinch or move once during the session. You saw him grimace from time to time, but he was perfectly still. You tried to talk to him to ease the process without pushing him too hard, and to your own surprise, he was quite talkative. The two of you debated which was the best Lego set you owned - it was obviously the Millenium Falcon. He really made you laugh when he explained how Bradley accidentally broke his glasses and how Josie scolded them for being reckless while playing soccer on the beach. And you both agreed that Reuben and Josie would make great parents. He walked you outside when you said you needed a smoke break.

"I don't smoke that much, I'm trying to quit," you shrugged, "but some days are harder than others."

"Yeah, I get it, I'm not a heavy smoker either, but it helps... relax, I guess," he said, lighting your cigarette and then his. You smiled and agreed. In the distance, the sun was slowly setting, casting orange and pink hues in the sky. Bob blew his smoke slowly through his nose and sighed.

"I love sunsets," he said, "it's always a different color show..."

"I'm sure it's nicer when you're actually in the sky, isn't it?"

"Oh yes it is!" he replied excitedly, "Sometimes with the clouds it's like being surrounded by cotton candy. It's so pretty, but it makes me hungry." 

You laughed and his smile grew wider.

"So you have a sweet tooth?"

"The worst," he sighed with a soft grin, "I think I might be addicted to sugar. I mean, we all are a little, but sweet things are my weakness."

The way he looked at you when he said that made you blush furiously. And he blushed too, surprised at his own behavior. But you didn't seem bothered, so he wasn't embarrassed. You bit your lip and sighed with a smile before looking back at him.

"So if I asked you to come with me to the fair and eat our body weight in candy and cake on Sunday, would you agree?"

"Yes," he blushed, surprised at his own eagerness to accept your proposition. He chuckled and nodded, "I would gladly agree."

"It's a date then..." you smiled and exchanged numbers. Then you resumed your conversation about whatever was on your minds. Bob had never felt so comfortable with anyone, and neither had you. Unfortunately, the rest of the Daggers made their way back to your shop to pay you for the tattoos and take some pictures of them. They were all happy with the results and Mickey promised to come back for more. Bob couldn't stop smiling and looking at you as if you were holding the stars, and neither could you. You said goodbye to everyone, hugged Reuben and Josie - asking their growing baby in her belly to behave - and kissed Bob on the cheek when he last existed. You had to stand on tiptoe to do it, which he found adorable.

"See you Sunday, Bob," you almost whispered.

"Gladly Bee, can't wait," he smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

You waved him goodbye and he felt all light and happy on his way to his car.

The rest of the group was completely forgotten, but they were watching from a distance. They were surprised and so lost by what they had just witnessed, except for Nat and Josie who were really proud of their part in it. They discreetly high-fived and giggled.

"What did you do?" Reuben finally asked his wife, curious.

"Me? Nothing," she smiled at him before looking at Bob, who didn't stop smiling. She took her husband's hand on the way to their car and chuckled, "I just encouraged fate."

[sorchathered]

In your love (part 2 of something in the orange🧡)

Pairing- Robert (Bob) Floyd x medic reader

Summary- Deployments had always been risky, this one more so than others. Bob is on edge and feeling his mortality, all he wants is to bury himself in his wife and forget the pain for a little while.

Warnings- this is 100% filth yall, smutty smut minors dni and wrap it up if ya know what I mean. Mentions of death, injuries, ptsd.

A/N- This is a part 2 of Something in the Orange, if you haven’t read it yet check it out here. Can be read without!

You could see the carrier in the distance, nervously rocking on the balls of your feet near the dock and you were dizzy with the anticipation of what was to come. Your husband had been gone 6 months on a deployment that had originally started as two. It had been an honor to be chosen from a select few pilots and WSO’s but it had broken both your hearts for you to have to stay behind with the rest of the squad. You’d moved to San Diego nearly two years before to be the Chief Medical Officer for the Dagger Squad, reuniting with the love of your life Lt. Robert Floyd. It hadn’t been long before he was on one knee, and then even less time for the two of you to head to the altar, life was too short and you’d spent too long apart to wait for the perfect time. This mission in particular had been more dangerous than others, sometimes going weeks at a time without contact and from what you had heard from the carrier there’d been significant injuries and one casualty. He’d been on edge the last few calls you’d gotten, his normal bright demeanor overpowered by short snappy answers, but he’d been quick to apologize in the next breath because that was just who Robert Floyd was; unwaveringly kind even when everything was going to shit.

You knew this reunion would be different than others and you had already been mentally preparing yourself for the weekend ahead. Prepped all his favorite meals and snacks so they could be easily accessible, bought almost an entire paycheck’s worth of fancy lingerie and primped and prepped every inch of your body to look like a perfect little housewife when he crossed the dock to meet you. He would need control after the time away and you would give him anything he wanted until he was completely sated and at peace.

He’d been pacing the dock since dawn, bunk completely spotless and packed full of nervous energy. This special mission had been too close of a call, two people on the team had been seriously injured after a dangerous ejection, and he and Phoenix were nearly caught in a jet wash during a dogfight that had him feeling his mortality. It had been hard without the rest of the Daggers and his favorite medic to keep them grounded, He needed stability more than ever right now, in all honesty would probably have to see the behavioral health counselor for a few sessions to begin the process of feeling like himself again. None of the squad had been themselves lately, holding themselves together by a thread just so they could get home to their loved ones. He could see the dock now, and his phone lit up with a text from you.

“I can see the carrier, I’ll be waiting near the lot for you baby.”

He quickly replied with trembling fingers, “Be ready for me sugar, I’ve missed you so much.”

You felt a chill run down your spine as you read the message, the anticipation was getting the better of you squeezing your thighs together in your tiny pink sundress for some relief.

It felt like ages as he milled through the crowd, everyone rushing to meet their loved ones made the air suffocatingly heavy. He couldn’t blame them truly, if it had been a run of the mill deployment he would have wanted the same from you, but his skin was on fire and he couldn’t get out of this crowd fast enough. He caught Natasha and her girlfriend on the way out to the lot, hugging them both quickly knowing she was no doubt as weary as he was. As the crowd began to clear he finally saw you, leaning against his old truck anxiously scanning the throngs of people for him. The moment your eyes met you were on the move, rushing for him as he dropped his duffle and caught you around the waist. He breathed you in as you cried into his shoulder, you smelled like your strawberry perfume and he let it ground him. He was home, you were both safe, and everything would be ok.

He’d dropped his bags and said hello to your menagerie of animals, before plopping himself down on the couch with a heavy sigh. He made to unlace his boots but you stilled his hands, settling on your knees while you helped him remove them both. He leaned forward to steal a kiss, he’d meant it to be innocent really, but once he’d tasted your lips he needed more, hauling you up into his lap while you both disrobed with urgency, moans spilling from your lips as he tasted your tongue and slid his hands underneath your dress to find you bare for him.

“Oh good girl, you knew exactly what I needed didn’t you baby?” He said as you nodded furiously and made to remove him from his flight suit, dragging it and his briefs to his ankles. “Use me Robby, let it all out it’s ok sweetheart your home with me you’re safe now” you said as you settled back into his lap and he couldn’t hold back anymore, sliding into you was like heaven, warm, wet heat enveloping him as he fucked you hard, both of you falling over the edge in a matter of minutes, Bob stifling a cry as he bit down on your shoulder, tears of relief in both of your eyes.

You showered together which resulted in you on your knees, he hadn’t planned to need you again so quickly but his body clearly had other plans. Once you were both clean and comfortable you sat in his lap and fed him dinner, and once again he felt that familiar feeling take over, pushing the plates and cups out of the way so that he could spread you out across the table, unwrapping you from your robe like a Christmas present as his hands and mouth roamed over your neck and shoulders, littering more bruises along your collarbones and the tops of your breasts before sucking a nipple into his mouth. You whined his name and pushed your chest into him as he licked and sucked there, then paid equal attention to the other. You were desperate for him as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he could feel you dripping onto his abs and leaving a wet patch over the top of his briefs while you grinded on him to find some relief.

“Please Robby, I need more- so good baby please” you fussed and moaned restlessly but he wasn’t letting up, he hadn’t tasted your skin in months and he was going to take all night if that’s what he desired, and he knew you’d let him because you needed him just as much.

He slipped his index and middle finger into your mouth to soothe you as he hushed you, beginning his descent toward your soaking wet pussy. When he finally wrapped his lips around your throbbing clit you sobbed, tears pooling from your eyes and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him impossibly harder watching you cry from pleasure. You’d always told him he went down on you like he was starving, you being the only thing that could fill that void and you couldn’t be more right. He relished in it, the noises you made, the taste of your arousal as he licked you from your hole to clit, the way you trembled and grasped his hair, all of it was the best medicine for what ailed him. You were so close, shaking thighs and sweaty limbs as you babbled nonsense at him and he had a brief thought to edge you a little longer, see how mad he could truly drive you but you’d been so good for him today so he gave in as you begged and begged for him to let you cum.

“Ok pretty baby, it’s ok shhh ‘m gonna give you what you want sweet girl” he murmured into you and then slipped his two fingers from your mouth into your aching cunt. Your back came off the table and you gasped out a shocked cry, gushing onto his hands and into his mouth, it felt like you had been pulled from your body and you couldn’t seem to come down from your high, vision blacking out at the corners and you were sure you’d lost consciousness. Bob was kissing you, that was one thing you were sure of, but you couldn’t seem to form words or use your hands to reach for him and he just chuckled at your feeble attempts to reciprocate his affections.

When you finally settled for the night he’d pulled you tightly to his body, desperate to keep the nightmares at bay with your warm embrace. Eventually he would talk about it all, how he’d thought he’d never see you again, the thought of leaving you and the baby girl you were carrying bringing a fear he’d never known to the surface. Hand pressed to your stomach as he felt her little flutters and kicks the tears finally flowed freely, his whole world was here in this bed, everything he’d ever dreamed of.

Words of reassurance and kisses pressed into his chest were enough to finally send him off to sleep, dreams no longer filled with longing, but full of hope.

Tagging people who might be interested- @mamamaystbr @mamachasesmayhem @sailor-aviator @bobgasm @floydsmuse @floydsglasses @attapullman @sebsxphia

[bussyslayer333]

Heart Out

summary: your boyfriend proves his love for you on the beach, so you prove yours in the hard deck bathroom.

pairing: jake seresin x penny’s niece!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut at the end once again,, but it’s jakes turn this time :0, some swearing, and mentions of dilfs/daddy issues LOL,, MDNI 18+

ps this is my lil continuation of jake x penny’s niece!reader bc i love them <3

((it can be read separately ofc !!))

requests are open as always !!!

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Today had been dreadfully boring. Your aunt Penny was out all day at the Hard Deck working on accounts and you couldn’t even pester your little cousin Amelia because she had also been out all day with friends. You’d thought about visiting Jake at work but you weren’t sure whether you were at that stage of your relationship yet. So instead, the best option seemed to be lounging around in your underwear watching Desperate Housewives reruns in the living room. As you flopped over onto your front trying to escape the San Diego heat that you still weren’t accustomed to, a notification popped up onto your phone.

cowboy ❤️

come join me at the beach?

photo

You opened the message to a selfie from Jake in what appeared to be the Hard Deck bathrooms. He was stood shirtless flexing his arms into the mirror doing a little pouty face staring down the camera. You giggled at his stupidly handsome face that somehow manages to look good no matter what he was doing.

You

are you not at work? ❤️

cowboy ❤️

annual dogfight football baby

With that message accompanied a picture Jake had taken over his shoulder of Rooster and Mav shirtless and covered in sand. Suddenly it clicked why your aunt had travelled to the bar to complete tasks which definitely could have been finished at home. Deciding to wind Jake up you replied to the second picture he sent, ignoring his first selfie

You

how does mav still look so good? talk about dilf 🤤

Giggling as you sent the message you put your phone down and decided to finally peel yourself away from the couch to start getting ready for the beach.

Flipping through the variety of swimsuits you had bought with you, you wondered which one Jake would like best. Although Jake would like to call himself a man of taste, when it came to his girl his taste in her clothing was sparse to say the least. Settling on a blue two piece with strings that tied it all together, you moved to pick up Jake’s button up that you had kept since one fateful night in his truck. It was light blue and quite fitted on him but it hung nicely on you and could work as a cover up if the sea breeze became too strong.

You span around to look at yourself in the floor length mirror in the corner of your room. Jake was going to love this. You plucked your sunglasses from the bedside table and placed them on your head so you could finally make your way back downstairs to your phone and tote bag.

Picking up you phone you smirked at Jake’s many replies.

cowboy ❤️

shut up

you’re not being serious right?

because i don’t know the ins and outs of your relationship with your father for that to be a funny text

that emoji makes it seem like a joke

i mean yeah ig he keeps it tight for a guy who gets senior discounts

You interrupted his next text by gracing him with a response.

you

shush jake obv im joking

….we will talk later tho

You then sent a photo of yourself in the mirror near the front door, chest pushed slightly out. You knew your audience.

cowboy ❤️

ur such a tease

you

see u soon flyboy <3

The drive down to the Hard Deck is brisk, not much traffic for a midweek afternoon in Miramar. As you pull into the Hard Deck’s parking lot you recognise a few of the pilots cars and you pull in next to Rooster’s bronco, scoffing at the fuzzy dice hanging from his rear view mirror. That boy was seriously stuck in the 70s.

Moving out of your car, you walk down to where you can see your aunt ‘working’ on one of the benches outside of the Hard Deck that faces the beach front. She slowly averts her gaze from Mav and smiles up at you,

“Hi darling, I wasn’t expecting to see you here?” You giggle as her attention slips from you again when Mav throws the ball particularly well over to Payback.

“Yeah, Jake text me asking if I wanted to join.” She giggles at your dreamy smile and pulls you down onto the bench next to her. Once you’re sat and your belongings have been placed down next to Penny’s you scour the group of pilots to find your boyfriend.

However, as you rake over the group you come to the realisation that he isn’t stood with them. That put an odd feeling in your stomach, Jake was never ever one to miss out on a competition. As you were about to question you aunt, you saw Bob approach with an uneasy look on his face.

“Hey, are you looking for Jake?”

You nod, spurring him on.

“He’s a little further down the beach, with um.. those two girls,”

Your gut twinges again as you look to where Bob is facing, lo and behold Jake is stood pointing something out to two tall slim girls. You weren’t jealous per se, you had no real reason to be. He wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, as annoying as it was, girls always seemed to flock to Jake. You weren’t jealous because Jake was the one to express his interest in you first, he knew what he wanted and it was you. Still your gut twinged. You looked to Bob, then stood up abruptly.

“Pen, do you mind looking after my stuff?” You turned to ask your aunt and she hummed absentmindedly, still entranced by her boyfriend. You took the hum as a yes and kicked your slides off ready to go find your boyfriend.

Bob took this as a sign to take off back to the group still playing football and watched your figure retreat to where Jake was standing with the two girls, smiling as they laughed at something he had said.

One of the girls smacked Jake’s chest lightly as she laughed far too hard for what Jake had said. This was when you began to feel slightly angry, you knew that type of laugh. You’d used it before. On Jake nonetheless. No man was ever that funny, especially Jake.

As you came into Jake’s view, his smile widened which made you falter slightly, in what was quite a stompy walk. Reminded of the fact that you were wearing his shirt and his favourite bikini you tried to style out your march into more of a cool girl saunter.

Jake lifted his sunglasses once you were stood in front of him and sucked in a breath as he took in your attire. He lifted his hand from his side and started to play with the hem of his shirt which hung from your frame.

“Wow..”

“Hey baby,” you smiled at him then turned to the two girls who appeared slightly confused by what was occurring in front of them.

“And you guys are…” okay maybe you were slightly snappy, but did these girls still have to hang around when they now clearly knew Jake was taken.

The brunette one of the two spoke up, “Jake, are you not gonna introduce us?”

Jake looked up and scoffed slightly at the girls audacity, he shared a look with you that had you holding in a giggle.

“…right, Brianna, Stace, this is my beautiful girlfriend.” At his statement you smiled up at him, bashful at his compliment and at the thought that you had previously had in which he completely ignored you in favour of his two new friends.

“Hi..” you smiled at the girls with more pep in your step.

The red head (Brianna?) then spoke up, “Oh.. this is your girlfriend?” With distaste on her tongue which made Jake seethe.

“What I just said.” He spoke shortly back to her.

Her friend clearly sensed the tension bubbling and tried to smoothen out the situation, “I think she just means we weren’t expecting to meet her,” she smiled apologetically at you.

You smiled back appreciatively and spoke up, “Well we should really be getting going, I have a game of football i need to see my boyfriend win, it was nice meeting you girls!”

Jake had already began to move away, dragging you along with him as you waved at the two girls when Brianna (?) spoke again,

“Wait Jake! Didn’t you want my number?”

You both turned back to see her friend look confusedly at her and Jake scoffed once again,

“Yeah, no thanks pal.”

You struggled to hold your giggle in again at Jake’s passive aggressive word choice and continued your walk back towards the rest of the pilots who were now taking a break from their game.

“God can you believe them?” Jake asked you exasperatedly, “you look so unbelievably hot right now by the way doll, is that my shirt?”

“They weren’t tooooo bad..” you giggled and nodded at Jake. He continued on,

“I mean they dragged me from the group asking where the closest place was to get food that wasn’t made behind a bar but then when I tried to point places out they just kept going on and on and on and on and-”

“Jake shut up would you?” You said as you finally reached the group sat outside the Hard Deck.

“Hey!” He said and smacked your ass lightly to emphasise his annoyance. You turned and stuck your tongue out at him as Rooster spoke up,

“Finally able to shake you two new best friends then ?”

Phoenix snorted and turned to you, “Babe you should have seen the way they were eyeing Jake up before they finally went in for the kill.” You giggled along next to her at her interesting choice of analysis for the two girls.

Jake had started his own conversation with Coyote and Bob when you finally turned back to look at him and finally realised you hadn’t got the chance to admire how handsome he looked right now. You suddenly couldn’t feel it in you to be angry at the girls and their failed attempts at flirting. The late afternoon sun was warm against your skin and made the remnants of sea water on Jake’s chest glimmer. His dark navy swim shorts hung dangerously low on his hips and his ray bans were sat just slightly too far down on his nose so he had to bring a hand up to push them back upwards, afterwards he raked said hand through his windswept hair and you embarrassingly felt you stomach flutter at the action.

You laced your fingers through his other hand which was still resting low on your hip and squeezed. He turned his head slightly indicating that you had his attention whilst he still managed to listen to Coyote’s ramblings. Standing on your tip toes you whispered into his ear,

“I’m going to go into the bathroom in the Hard Deck in a second and your going to follow in after me in about two minutes, okay?”

Jake looked down at you and smirked at your playful expression, he tipped his head up slightly in a showing of understanding and he dropped his hand from your hips to let you excuse yourself.

Jake watched your retreating form with his eyes trained on the sway of your hips and a smile plastered on his face. He pulled his phone from the pocked of his shorts and checked the time. 16:43. Two minutes and he could follow in after you.

Those last two minutes of Jake’s life seemed to be the longest he’d ever lived through.

He followed your previous path towards the bathroom at the back of the Hard Deck and knocked on the locked door. You open the door to a smiling Jake Seresin.

“Hi doll,” he smirks down at you. You pull him into the bathroom and lock the door behind him, wary of your surroundings.

He has one hand placed on the side of your face with the other groping your ass making you whine out at the contact. Jake leans down and kisses you slowly and sweetly, he goes to slip his tongue into your mouth but before he can you’re pulling away to shed yourself of his shirt and pull your hair up using the spare hair tie on your wrist.

Jake watches with his mouth hanging slightly open as you drop to your knees in front of him smiling sweetly.

“Not that I’m complaining sweetheart but what on earth did I do to deserve this ?”

Tugging at the drawstring holding his shorts up you stare up at him, “you defended my honour in front of those two wenches, oh valiant solider!”

Jake rolls his eyes at your dramatics, but he can see that you truly are grateful for his actions. The thing with you and Jake is that he always understands what you truly mean, even if you mask it behind layers of dry humour, built up for your protection.

You finally undo the knot holding Jake’s shorts so low on his waist (and make a mental note to tease him later on for his navy level drawstring knot) and look up to Jake for conformation.

“Please baby,” he almost whimpers down at you .

You smile at his whiny tone and pull his shorts down enough to release his cock and kitten lick against his leaking tip, making him shudder slightly in pleasure. You grasp him with you right hand and start slowly stroking, watching carefully at what movements make Jake react the most.

He begins to fiddle with the tie at the back of your neck which holds your bikini top together to try and distract him from letting out a groan too loud which could alert anyone outside of your whereabouts.

You lean down again and spit onto his tip, using you tongue to spread the wetness of your saliva and his precum along the length of his cock.

After spending your first night with Jake you realised he had enough of a reason to be so cocky. He was big. (not that you felt the need to tell him and boost his ego even further).

Sinking your mouth down onto him you breathed carefully through your nose and let him hit the back of your throat. Jake released a throaty groan in response to the action and moved his hand into your hair to pull at it lightly causing you to moan onto his shaft. The vibrations make Jake whine even louder into his fist. Spurred on by his noises you continue to move up and down on him sloppily, clenching your thighs at the sounds being pulled from his throat.

The final straw for Jake was when you looked up at him through you long wet lashes as you pulled off of him, with a long string of spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close.” Jake whimpered.

You take him back into you mouth and trace the vein on the underside of his cock with your tongue. You sloppily continue to suck as Jake’s whines reach a crescendo and he spills into your mouth with a deep grunt. His grip on your hair loosens and you pull your mouth away, careful to keep his cum inside of your mouth. Some slips out the sides of your lips as you swallow and you allow it to drip down in between the valley of your breasts for Jake to admire.

“You are too fucking good to me doll,” Jake speaks breathlessly, helping you up onto unsteady feet.

You giggle up at him, “You can repay the favour later cowboy don’t worry.”

He smirks down at you and rights his shorts swiftly. As he looks back up he uses his fingers to collect his seed that collected in between you breasts and pushes them into your mouth for you to suck clean. Once you finish he pulls you into a searing kiss and licks his tongue around your mouth, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue.

You pull away, slightly light headed and turn to the mirror to right yourself. Jake stands behind you in the mirror and pulls his button down onto you, smiling at your reflection. You turn around and peck him quickly and reach for the door to let yourselves out.

Walking into the main area of the Hard Deck with Jake behind you, you notice your aunt looking at you with her signature smirk on her face and you blush under her gaze. She wonders when you and Jake will finally stop defiling her property.

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a/n: i love these two, jake is much less suckier than he is in my first fic bc i think he is actually so boyfriend !!!!

hopefully you all enjoy this!!! and thank you so much for all the notes on my other two pieces !! i promise i will get to any requests as soon as :)

pls reblog and comment and tell me what you think <333

- honey :0

[topguncortez]

G baby, can we get 32 or 54 with Jakey? 🤤

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Sersesin x Female!Reader warnings: possessive Jake makes brain go. . . BRR, suggestive, a bit of Floydshaw (blink and you miss it), cursing, jealousy Hangman Masterlist | Main Masterlist 3 fucking K celebration

It was a beautiful day in San Diego, and a rarity that the Dagger Squad had not a single thing going on. It was Rooster who had sent out the text message about meeting at the beach by the Hard Deck for a game of Dogfight football, their new favorite sport to play. You weren't going to pass up the opportunity to get a tan and watch your favorite aviator run around half naked with sweat dripping down his perfect body.

The beach wasn't that crowded when you and Jake arrived. He decided to take his jeep today, taking the sides off of it to soak up the rays. You made a joke that he didn't need anymore things going to his head, his ego was big enough. He carried the beach bag down to the area that the rest of the team was at.

"Oh, is Y/N finally going to be playing today?" Javy joked, putting his arm around you.

"Does it look like I'm a going to be playing?" You asked, "I'm not sure what possess all of you to want to run around in the hot sun and tackle each other, but I will be enjoying it from over. . . there," you pointed towards a spot a little ways away from where the daggers were.

"You can join when you want," Jake said, hitting Javy's arm off of you, and putting his around your waist, bringing you in for a kiss, "Although, I'd love to see your sweaty body-" His hand went to your ass squeezing it. You squealed and slapped his chest before walking away from him.

Jake watched as you grabbed your beach towel from the bag, and laid it out on the sand. You could feel his eyes on you as you undid you jean shorts and pulled them down your legs. Jake was trying to think of anything and everything besides how good your body looked right now. He wasn't sure what swim suit you put on, but he was expecting a cheetah print two piece that hardly hid anything.

"Enough eye fucking!" Rooster yelled and threw the football at Jake's head. Jake winced as the ball hit him.

"Oh, it's on Bradshaw!" Jake yelled and threw the ball back.

You weren't paying an ounce of attention as the Daggers were deeply versed into their game. Occasionally you'd look up when you heard loud cheering and would see one of them peacocking around. You rolled your eyes a couple times at Jake who was putting on one hell of a show. He looked great, his tan, toned abs glistening with sweat and water. He knew that you were looking at him, and made sure to flex a bit for you.

"Two can play this game, Seresin," You said to yourself.

You were laying on your front, and you knew the perfect way to get Jake's attention. You whistled as you adjusted a bit, your fingers going to the strings behind your back. With ease, you tugged the tie and felt your top loosen. You giggled to yourself as the top fell down your arms and landed on the towel. Your chest was still covered with the way you were laying and holding your book in front of you.

Jake hadn't notice your little costume change, as he was too focused on the game. They daggers took a break, catching their breaths, some of the running towards the water to cool down, others grabbing bottles of water from a cooler Payback brought.

"God damn, Bagman, your ol' lady is fine," Fanboy said, and Payback smacked him upside the head, "What!? She is! Look at her."

"I know my girl is hot," Jake said, a smirk on his face as he drank his water, "I don't need you to me-" He turned around and looked where you were laying at, "What in the hell is she doing?"

"By the looks of it, sunbathing," Bob said and Jake glared at him.

You weren't paying attention, hearing the sounds of Alanis Morissette's 'You Oughta Know' blaring in your ears as you flipped through the pages of your book. You did notice the sudden shade looking over you, and you tilted your head up to see your boyfriend standing over you.

"Hi sweetheart," You smiled.

Jake gave you a fake smile as he laid down in the sand next to you, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Getting some sun," You said, and stretched your arms out in front of you. Jake quickly grabbed a spare towel and threw it over your head, "What are you doing!?" You giggled.

"Stopping you from flashing what's mine to all of North Island," Jake said.

You lifted your head from the towel and looked at Jake, "Yours, huh?"

Jake nodded and climbed on top of your back. You grunted dramatically and Jake rolled his eyes. He held himself up with his hands and leaned down, gently placing a kiss on your bare shoulder.

"Yes, mine," Jake growled in your ear, "You're mine , understand? Mine!"

You somehow maneuvered yourself so you were now on your back, the towel and Jake's body covering your chest. You ran a hand down his sweaty torso.

"If I am yours. . . Why don't you take me home and show me who I belong to?"

"You're funny if you think we're making it that far," Jake said. You squealed and clutched the towel tightly as Jake picked you and your swimsuit top up. He put you over his shoulder and you giggled as he carried you towards his truck.

"They're gonna bang aren't they?" Rooster asked.

"I would say so," Bob shrugged, and then tossed the football to Rooster, "Round 2?"

"Right here. . . on the beach?" Rooster smirked and Bob rolled his eyes, walking back to where the team was getting ready to start the next game.

[discount-shades]

Sleepy Baby Part 9

a/n: It’s the weekend, Hooray! 

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin X reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1300 ish

Summary: Jake doesn't listen.

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Despite living in San Diego for close to a year you still did not know many people. When you had first arrived you had still been isolating yourself. In time you slowly began to rebuild your sense of self after the betrayal and death of your fiancé. It felt good to be in a new city. Your coworkers didn't know of your past so they had no reason to treat you like you were about to shatter.  

When you had begun to open up to people Jake had arrived in your life and taken over. You spent most of your free time together, and when you weren't alone with Jake you were with his friends from the Navy. After he told you he loved you Jake had begun to invite you to more of the team's activities. You found yourself caught up in his life and with his friends.

Everyone was welcoming to you as Jake's girlfriend. The running joke was that Jake was much more bearable since the two of you got together; you did have a tendency to tease Jake every time his ego got a little out of control so there was probably some truth to it.

As nice as everyone was, you were relieved when your coworker Grace had invited you to join her and a group of friends on a hike to Eagle Rock one weekend. You had almost been giddy with excitement when you told Jake about your hike. You felt like Grace was one of the first new friends you had made. 

The Friday before the hike found you and Jake once again hanging out with the Dagger Squad. You were sitting next to Bob on the couch telling him about your next day's hike and he was giving you advice on staying hydrated in the desert. You grew up hiking in the Pacific Northwest, but hiking in the desert was new to you and you were always willing to learn from someone with more experience. 

Jake walks over and flops on the couch beside you. “Hey, tomorrow we are going to the Hard Deck to play dogfight football, it’ll be fun.” He kisses your cheek and you roll your eyes at his forgetfulness. 

“No, you can go play football, I’m hiking out to Eagle Rock with Grace,” you pat his cheek fondly. “We will see who is more tired at the end of the day.” 

“No, I’ll take you to Eagle Rock on Sunday or next weekend,” he wraps his arm around you casually and you immediately tense. Jake can feel the tightness in your shoulders and goes to speak again and you cut him off.

“Let's talk about it later.” You pat his leg and smile stiffly, keenly aware of Bob watching the interaction between you. You can feel Jake's eyes on you all evening and try to relax and act natural.

On the drive home Jake was telling you all about dogfight football. “You’re going to love it.” 

“I’m sure I will,” you tell him as Jake parks his truck in his driveway next to your car, “next time you guys play.” the two of you get out and walk inside. 

“You have to come, I told Rooster that both of us would be there.” You roll your eyes. Jake is too used to you always being free.

“You are just going to have to tell him you forgot I was busy,” you try to stay calm. It is not up to you to make Jake remember things. Bradley would get over you not being there, he was still a little salty over you beating him at poker.

“I didn’t forget, I thought we could just go hiking another day.” Jake's response makes you freeze. You can feel the warmth of frustration rolling up your neck and settling in your cheeks.

“But I told you I was going with Grace.” The two of you are standing apart from each other in the middle of Jake’s living room. 

“Yeah but I will take you another day,” Jake just shrugs as he sits down on the couch. “It will be more fun if we go together.” 

“But I made plans to go with Grace,” Jake's casual reaction causes anger to overtake your frustration and you take deep breaths to try to keep yourself calm.  

“Yeah, but she has others going with her so you can go with me.” Jake says in a very placating manner and it has the opposite effect on you. 

“I said I’d go with her and her friends!” You feel like a skipping record the way you keep repeating yourself but your mind feels scrambled. You are never very coherent in an argument and in your frustration you can't think of what to say to make Jake understand. “I want to go with Grace.” 

“Yeah but the Squad will be expecting you to be there.” 

“Who’s fault is that?” you snap. “They are your friends Jake!” He is taken aback by your outburst. 

“Kisses, they like you too,” Jake says soothingly, “They are fine with you being there.” 

“That’s not the point,” You stomp your foot in frustration and immediately feel foolish for doing it. “My friendship with them is completely dependent on my relationship with you.” Jake is silent staring up at you. His brow is furrowed. “I don’t have any friends!”

“But the squad—.” 

“NO JAKE!” Your shout catches both of you by surprise and you can feel tears prickle the back of your eyes. Arguments always make you cry and your emotions are quickly spiraling out of control. 

“You’re not listening, I don’t have a life Jake, I have you, a job, and your friends.” You can feel the tears falling down your face. “I’ve done this before,” you are now frantically trying to wipe your tears. “I shared everything with Ian and when he was gone I lost everything and I told myself I would never do that again. 

“Don’t compare me to that asshole!” Jake is not yelling but he is loud and indignant. He is on his feet and you have never seen him so upset. “I would never do that to you.”

“I’m not comparing you to that asshole,” you say, matching Jake's tone. “I’m comparing ‘me with you’ to ‘me with him’,” you gesture emphatically to your chest every time you say ‘me’. “I promised myself I would be different this time, I need to have my own life.” 

There is silence after your confession. “How do I fix this?” Jake is now starting to tear up. Your energy is feeding into his and he begins to pace the room. “What do you want me to do?”

“Nothing!” Jake stops and stares at you. “It’s not about you! I don’t want you to do anything, I want to have my own friends and go hiking with them!” You are crying and stomping your feet again. 

All your resentment and anger and grief at your past is coming up and bubbling out of you. “I want my parents alive again! I want my fiancé to have not cheated on me with my best friend!” Jake shoulders slump and he is staring at you with a defeated look. 

“I want friends that didn’t lie to me for almost a decade!” You take a breath but you can't stop. “I want to not have had everything ripped away from me! I want Ian's parents to not blame me! I want to be able to trust people! I want to be able to tell you that I love you without being terrified it will hurt more if I say the words.” 

You press your hands to your lips at what you have just said and Jake's face is a riot of emotions. Elation and heartbreak being the main two. “Kisses,” his voice is a soft murmur and he moves slowly toward you, reaching out, scared that you will pull away. 

“I want to sleep at my place tonight.” your voice is panicky and barely above a whisper when you turn and run.

You are already reversing out of the driveway when Jake runs out. You try not to look at him as you speed away and you feel as if you’ve ruined the best thing that’s ever happened to you. 

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Mission Accomplished

Pairing: Rooster x female!reader

TW:angst with happy ending, swearing, I think that's it

Summary: You’ve spent the last two years running from your past but your luck runs out when you come face to face with none other than Bradley Bradshaw. (Based on this request)

Word Count: 2k

A/N: a month later and I finally got around to tackling this request. I hope it lives up to your expectations nonny!

You take a deep breath as you walk down the beach in front of the Hard Deck. It's a regular occurrence now, it helps you clear your head. You transferred to Hawaii when you and Bradley split after the Uranium mission two years ago, but after a recent injury, you were sent back to San Diego. You've been teaching at Top Gun for the last three months and you just received medical clearance to get back to flying.

You were hoping to be sent back to Hawaii, but you just found out you're being assigned to another special detachment. The briefing is on Monday and you're taking the weekend to sort out your emotions. You're praying they don't bring the Dagger Squad back together but with your luck, the past you've been running from will probably be waiting for you bright and early. 

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear a confused shout of your name, followed by feet hitting the sand. You stop in your tracks and your entire body tenses. It would seem that past you're trying to avoid couldn't wait.

Before you can think of an escape plan, Hangman is standing in front of you with a bright smile. "I'll be damned. It is you." He pulls you into a hug and you relax a bit. The two of you were close friends when you were both stationed at Top Gun. You always felt bad about leaving Jake behind when you took off, but he was a tie to Bradley and you couldn't stand it at the time. 

He pulls back and you return his grin. "In the flesh." You laugh while doing a quick pose. He shakes his head like he can't believe you're really in front of him. "I'm guessing you're here for the detachment?" He asks and you nod your head. 

"I'm assuming if we're both here, the rest of the Avengers aren't too far either?" You sigh and Jake laughs at your old nickname for the team. He nods his head to gesture behind you and you turn your head slightly. You groan when you see the rest of the team, including a certain curly-haired pilot.

You look back at Jake and see his eyes light up as he gets an idea. "We're playing dogfight football. You should come join." He's barely gets the last word out before you violently shake your head no. "Absolutely not. That's a terrible idea."

Jake rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, taking a wide stance in front of you. "Come on, it's the least you can do after disappearing without so much as a 'fuck you' two years ago." He smirks and you give him a death glare. "That's low, even for you."

"Maybe," he shrugs. "But it's working isn't it?" You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. "Fine," you point your finger at him. "One round. That's all you're getting. And you owe me a drink." Jake gives a victory fist pump and small cheer before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. 

"Deal." He says leading you to the group. 

Phoenix is the first one to notice the two of you and she shoots up off the sand. "Holy fuck. What are you doing here? Last I heard you were in Hawaii!" She runs forward and pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, all but squealing in your ear. 

You laugh lightly and hug her back. You forced yourself to lock away anything to do with this portion of your life, and you didn't realize just how much you missed everybody. 

She pulls away and leads you to sit down where you're met with a chorus of excited 'welcome backs' and a few fist bumps. You feel Bradley staring at you but do your best to ignore his presence. 

"I got hurt during an ejection a few months ago so I've been teaching here." Phoenix's eyes widen at the information but she stays silent. "Just got clearance and the first thing they do is put me on a special detachment with you clowns." You jest and Jake laughs as he sits and passes you a cold beer. 

Jake claps his hands together and stands abruptly. "Let's get this party started. Dibs on Y/N." You smile and stand next to him, gently bumping your shoulders together. You hear Bradley scoff and don't bother to hide your irritation. 

"I don't think that's fair. You can't call dibs on another person." He gripes rising to his feet. 

You eye him with annoyance and place your hands on your hips. "It's a real shame nobody asked for your opinion." You bite out and you hear Jake cough to cover up a laugh.

Bradley's face is hard as he stares at you, but you can see emotion swimming in his eyes. If you didn't know any better you'd think it was hurt and…longing? That doesn't make any sense though. Last you heard Bradley has a revolving door of girlfriends.

Your focus is brought back when the group finishes pairing off and starts walking further down the shore. One round your ass, you're here to win now.

An hour later and the two teams are neck and neck. You watch as Bob passes the ball to Bradley and before you can think, you're sprinting after your ex.

You tackle Bradley around the waist and he falls to the sand with a loud 'oof'. "Don't let that hurt your ego too much." You taunt and he smirks up at you. You narrow your eyes and point an accusatory finger in his face. 

"Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You're pissing me off." You turn on your heel and stomp off, not noticing the rest of the group watching the interaction. 

Phoenix shakes her head and turns to Jake. "When are those idiots going to realize they still love each other?' She sighs and Jake shrugs. "Maybe they need a shove."

After another few minutes, you score the winning touchdown and laugh loudly as Jake picks you up to spin you around. He lingers for a second and you notice him look at your lips before he sets you down.

Your eyebrows shoot up at the behavior, but before you can ask what the hell it was about, Jake has you thrown over his shoulder with his hand just below the curve of your ass. "Let's get you that drink, Champ."

Meanwhile, Bradley feels his face get hot and his fists clench as he watches the two of you. Jake? Really? The two of you had always been close but you wouldn't go for your ex's frenemy. Would you?

Jake sets you down on the patio of the Hard Deck and you look up at him with adoration. Jake is a handsome man, but the two of you have never come close to crossing that line. He looks behind you and gets a mischievous look in his eyes.

Before you have time to question it, you hear Bradley. "Get lost." His voice is laced with venom and Jake raises his hands in surrender before sending you a wink and leaving the two of you alone. 

You turn to Bradley with a scowl. "What the hell was that about?" His eyes are dark and he's in a defensive stance. "I could ask you the same thing." He scoffs and you feel confusion wash over you. "I know what you're doing! The last time you smiled like that, you were looking at me." He spits.

Within seconds you feel rage replace your confusion. Truthfully, you would never go there with Jake, but you want nothing more than to hurt Bradley right now. 

"What I do and who I do it with is none of your business." You bark. "If you're here to talk about feelings, I'm out." You turn to walk into the Hard Deck and Bradley grabs your wrist. 

"Don't walk away from me." He frowns and you whip around. "Let go of me." You seethe. "I'm not the one who walks away Bradley. That's you, remember?" Bradley can see the pain you're trying to mask and he softens a bit, releasing your wrist.

"I didn't want to hurt you." His voice is soft and you laugh bitterly. "You didn't want to hurt me? Well, guess what asshole, you hurt me." You shake your head in disbelief at the man in front of you. "We could have had a future, you know. I wanted it all with you. But you ruined it."

Bradley feels his heart snap and you walk towards the entrance to the bar but stop with your hand on the knob. You face him once more, this time your voice less lethal. "Why do you care who I'm with anyway? You've moved on. Can't I do the same?"

You look at Bradley through your lashes and he looks puzzled. His brows furrow and he takes a tentative step toward you. Your heart flutters when his cologne wafts over to you. He smells exactly the same, and you fight to keep your knees from wobbling. 

"Do I look like I've moved on?" The question is rhetorical and you don't move back as he takes another step forward. He's only a couple feet away now and you feel your breathing start to quicken at the proximity. 

"You're all I can think about. I feel your absence in everything that I do, everywhere I go. I've loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you. It's you. It's always been you. I was an idiot, I thought that losing you on purpose would be easier than you being taken from me. It was never because I stopped loving you." He's directly in front of you now and he reaches up to wipe a tear you didn't realize had fallen.

"When I heard you got hurt, my soul left my body. I requested this assignment when Mav told me you were here. I'm so in love with you it hurts and I can't bear to be away from you anymore." You're full-on crying now and he leans forward to place your foreheads together. 

You feel his minty breath on your lips and you whimper. "I know you love me too. Please, tell me you love me too." He begs and you try to put distance between you. Bradley can hear his heart break when you pull away and a tear falls down his cheek.

You take a deep breath and will your voice not to crack. "I don't love you, Bradley." 

His throat constricts and he frantically shakes his head. "Don't say that, baby. I know I fucked up. I know I did but don't shut me out. Let me in. Please let me in." He chokes and you feel your willpower crumbling.

He lurches forward to grab your face in his hands and brings your head up to look at him. You squeeze your eyes shut, well aware that being this close to Bradley will break you. 

"Open your eyes." He whispers and you slowly peel them open to see his tear-stained face. " Look me in my eyes and tell me you don't love me. Tell me you hate me and you never want to see me again and I swear I'll listen."

Another round of hot tears make their way down your face and onto your neck as you stifle a sob. "Please don't make me say it again, Roos. You know I can't." You plead and he kisses the tears off your cheeks. 

"Please, give me the opportunity and I will spend the rest of my life earning your trust back." You swallow thickly and lean into his hand. "Okay."

He leans back in surprise. "Okay?" You nod your head and let out a watery laugh. "Yes, okay." Bradley lifts you up and spins you around with his head buried in the crook of your neck.

After a minute he leans back. "Can I kiss you?" He asks hesitantly. "You better." You quip with a smile and within seconds Bradley has you captured in a breathtaking kiss. You spend the next few minutes like this before breaking apart for air. The two of you share a bright smile, happy to be back in each other's arms.

Inside, the rest of the team watches, cheering when you finally reconnect. Jake clinks his beer against Phoenix's. "Mission accomplished."

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His Sweatshirt - Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x F!reader (Part 1)

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a while and I finally got it executed. I’m actually really excited for this and I hope that it turned out okay. Like, reblog, follow – do whatever but please don’t steal my work. It’s taken me forever to finally get my idea down and formulated correctly. 

Please, let me know what you guys think!

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: Ankle injury and a swear word, I think.

The summer sun was beating down right through the open top of your Jeep as you drove to the Hard Deck. It was a hot day in San Diego, so what better way to spend it other than playing dogfight football with the Dagger Squad? You had woken up to a text from Rooster saying that since it was so nice out, he had requested a “team-building” day and Mav had approved. Even though you weren’t a Navy Aviator, you were always invited.

The Dagger Squad had taken you in as one of their own after Rooster had accidentally spilled his beer all over you one night at the Hard Deck. He felt so bad, in his drunken stupor, that he insisted that you come back to his group of friends with him, literally not taking no for an answer.

Ever since then, you have become one of them. You were included in the squad group chats, invited on outings and general hangouts, and they even gave you a callsign: Duck. Fanboy was actually the one to coin you your callsign, solely on the fact that you and Rooster had become really close friends and he thought it was hilarious; Rooster and Duck.

Pulling into the parking lot of the Hard Deck, you saw that you were one of the last ones to arrive. You pulled into a spot that was between Rooster’s Bronco and Hangman’s F-150. After putting the Jeep in park, you pulled out your phone to see where everyone was meeting. Phoenix had texted the group chat 5 minutes ago, saying to meet on the back patio of the Hard Deck to figure out teams. After grabbing your beach bag and water bottle, locking the Jeep, you started towards the back deck.

Walking around the side of the Hard Deck, you were met with a chorus of laughter and basic conversation. Making your way up onto the deck, Rooster was the first to notice you, walking over to greet you with a hug. “There she is! Glad you could make it, Quacks.” For some reason, he preferred to call you “Quacks” versus “Duck,” which you didn’t mind.

-

After hanging out and talking for a bit, the teams were picked and everyone made their way down to the beach. The teams consisted of Rooster, you, Coyote, Bob, Harvard, Fritz, and Payback versus Mav, Hangman, Phoenix, Fanboy, Omaha, Halo, and Yale. Mav and you had an unspoken rule that with one look, you’d both retire out of the game for two reasons: you weren’t in as good of shape as everyone else and as Mav put it, he’s “old.”

With everyone lining up against their designated person, you saw that you were lined up with Hangman. He looked across to you and gave you a megawatt smile that stirred your stomach up. With a blush that seemed to come out of nowhere creeping up your neck, you gave him a small smile back. He seemed to notice your body’s response to his smile and lightly chuckled.

Apart from what everyone else said about Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, you and him got along really well. He was always kind and nice towards you, never sending unwanted and unwarranted banter your way. On nights where you’d hang out with the squad at the Hard Deck after a busy day, he always made a point to ask about your day. He would check in on you to make sure you were doing okay, seeing if you needed another drink or some company. It was the same way on other gatherings between the squad. He always seemed to be in your corner.

The group didn’t know what to think of his mannerisms when you were around. He was sweet with you but to others, he was his normal self. You really didn’t know what to think of it either. On one hand, him being sweet had your heart thumping and your head spinning. On the other hand, you didn’t think he thought of you any more than just a friend.

The sound of a whistle brought you back to reality. The footballs were snapped back and everyone was scrambling to get open and also block their person at the same time. Hangman was on you in a second, blocking your line of sight to Rooster. He, however, had a perfect line of sight to Mav, and being that he towered over you, he was able to catch the football with no problem. He took off towards his end zone with you trailing behind. Being that he was taller, he had longer legs so he made the touchdown in no time.

After Hangman had scored three more touchdowns, Harvard and you switched so you were now guarding Halo. Hangman had a small frown on his face as you switched places with Harvard but quickly shook it off. With another snap of the ball, everyone was in motion. Halo and you were on the far side by the water, taking your time moving around each other. What neither one of you failed to notice was Coyote and Omaha barreling your way, trying to catch an in-air ball. They hadn’t noticed you either.

What happened next, happened in slow motion. Omaha plowed into you and Coyote plowed into Halo. Being that both you and Halo were on the smaller side, the impact sent you both straight into the shallow water, soaking both of you. You felt a sharp pain shoot up your leg from your ankle.

Another whistle blow and you’re being pulled from the water. Coughing up the water that you had inhaled, you look up to see Hangman holding you, bridal style and carrying you to the set of towels on the beach. “Are you okay?” Concern was laced in his tone as he set you down on the towel.

“Yeah, I think so. I felt a sharp pain shoot through my ankle, though.”

“Let me take a look. Which ankle, darlin’?” The nickname sent your heart racing.

“Uhm, the right one.” You choke out with a stutter. He doesn’t seem to notice though as he looks down at your ankle.

“Well, it’s not broken. But there’s some serious swelling and bruising that’s starting. I’m going to run up and see if I can snag some ice from Penny. I’ll be right back, okay?” He looks back up to your face, studying your expression.

“Okay. Thanks, Jake.” You say with a small smile.

While he ran up to the Hard Deck, Rooster came over to check on you. “Hey Quacks, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. How’s Halo?”

“She’s fine. Just wet and annoyed.” He responded with a laugh. With that, Jake came jogging back with a bag of ice in his hands.

“Hey, I got some ice for your ankle.” He sat down by your feet and put the ice gently on your ankle.

“Thanks, Jake. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s not a problem, darlin’.” He sent you that megawatt smile again, still holding the bag of ice on your ankle.

The others decided to call it after Halo and you had taken a plunge. Rooster had the idea to start a little bonfire in one of the nearby pits. Everyone agreed, not wanting to leave yet.

The sun was starting to set and so the San Diego heat was starting to fade away. The fact that you had gotten slammed into the cold Pacific Ocean and now, had a bag of ice on your ankle, sent shivers through your body. Jake noticed your body trembling and looked up at you. “Do you have a sweatshirt with you?”

“No, I didn’t pack one with me. I wasn’t planning on getting soaked.” You say, laughing.

“I guess that’s fair,” Jake responded with a smile. “Tell you what, we’ll head over to the fire that Rooster’s got going and I’ll run back to my truck and grab one for you.”

“Jake, I don’t want to take your sweatshirt from you-” He stopped you by holding up his hand. “I have a couple in my truck. It’s okay, really. Now, let’s get you up.” With that he stood up, extending his hands out to you. You grabbed onto his hands and he pulled you up. Being that one ankle was out of commission, you stumbled forward into Jake’s chest.

“Woah, I gotcha.”

Sheepishly, you looked up at Jake and smiled. “Thanks, Jake.”

“Not a problem, darlin’.” Once Jake made sure you were steady, he turned around and crouched in front of you. You gave him a questioning look before he told you to hop onto his back. With a giggle that developed into full on laughter, you found yourself hugging Jake’s neck and breathing in his scent. He was careful as he walked over to the fire, finding an Adirondack chair to place you in. He gently set you down, working to prop your foot up so it wouldn’t swell any more.

The rest of the squad watched all of this unfold while standing around the fire. They all shared knowing smiles and went on to different conversations once Jake pulled away from you.

“There we go. Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You respond meeting his eyes and smiling.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” And with that, he made his way back to his truck. You watched him walk away as you became deep in thought. Rooster sauntered over to you and sat down in the Adirondack chair that was next to yours. “What’s going through that head of yours?”

“I don’t know what to make of Jake, Roos. I can’t tell if his affection is stemming from friendship or something more and it’s driving me crazy. I really like him, and my feelings for him just keep growing. I don’t want to lose him as a friend by saying something. What do I do?” You look at Rooster with pleading eyes.

His gaze softens as he grasps your hand in his. “Quacks, I can say for certain that you wouldn’t ruin your friendship with him. Just talk to him and be honest about how you feel.”

“Thanks, Roos. What would I do without you to keep my head level?”

Laughing, he responds back saying “your head would probably explode, if I’m being honest.”

-

While Jake walked back to his truck, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and your cute little smile. He had taken a liking to you soon after the squad had adopted you in. You were always welcoming and sweet to him, which was something that he wasn’t used to. Other women would throw themselves at him, but all they were were uniformed chasers. They wanted the bragging rights that went along with sleeping with a Navy Officer, nothing more. Yeah, Jake gave in to a lot of them, but they meant nothing. He always dreaded the next morning, and the conversations that would follow. They only wanted him for his rank, they never wanted the real ‘Jake.’

You had been the only person, outside of the squad, that actually wanted to sit down and get to know him and who he was outside of the Navy. It made his smile thinking about the night that you both had played drunken 20 questions at Phoenix’s apartment. The giggles that erupted from your mouth had him smitten.

When he made it to his truck, he found a beach blanket and his Navy Academy sweatshirt. He wore that sweatshirt more than he cared to admit, but it was extremely comfortable. He did a smell check on the sweatshirt, and when he decided that it smelled fine, he made his way back to you.

When he arrived back at the beach, he could hear your beautiful laughter, mixed in with laughter and commotion from the others. From a distance, Jake could make out your beautiful smile and he felt his chest flutter. God, he was so far gone.

-

Rooster had just finished telling a story about how Fanboy would sing show tunes throughout their last deployment and how Phoenix threatened to throw him overboard if he didn’t stop singing “Let It Go” from Frozen. Your sides had started to hurt from all the laughing, which you’d think you’d be accustomed to by now.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Jake make his way back to the bonfire. You met his gaze when he got close to you and gave him a small smile.

“Here ya go, darlin.” He held out a sweatshirt for you, which you happily accepted. After slipping it over your head, you were overwhelmed with the smell that was Jake. His body wash and his cologne were prevalent smells. It took everything in you to not pull it up to your nose and inhale it all. He wrapped the blanket over your lap, being careful not to bump your ankle.

“Thank you, Jake. I really appreciate it.” You say with a smile, meeting his gaze again.

“It’s not a problem, darlin’. Honest.” He responded with a smile that reached his eyes.

With that, you both joined back into the conversations that were going on around you. Jake stayed close to your side throughout the rest of the night, checking on you to make sure you were okay.

-

A yawn had pulled Jake from his current conversation with Coyote. He looked over to see that your eyes had started to droop a little and you were curled up, as best as you could, in the beach blanket.

“Are you tired darlin’?”

“I’m getting there, yeah,” you responded lazily.

“Do you want me to take you home?” He asked.

“Honestly, that would be great. It’s been a busy day,” you say with a little laugh.

Jake stood up and helped you up, his weight supporting yours. Once you were good to stand on your own, Jake crouched in front of you again. With the blanket in your hand, you slowly crawled onto his back. Once you were situated, you both said your goodbyes and headed for Jake’s truck.

Sleep seemed to consume you for the little journey back to Jake’s truck because the next thing you knew, Jake was buckling you in and placing the blanket back over your lap. He looked up to you and gave you a heartwarming smile before closing the door and jogging over to his side of the truck. You rested your arm on the center counsel, supporting your head while he pulled out of the parking lot.

The radio was playing a 90s country music station at a low volume while Jake drove. Sleep must’ve pulled you under again because the next thing you knew, Jake was waking you up.

“Hey sleeping beauty, we’re at your apartment. Do you want some help getting upstairs?” You responded with a mumbled “mmhmm.” With that, Jake jumped out of the truck and helped you down from his passenger seat. He gave you another piggy back ride up to your door. He smiled when he felt you snuggle into his back and give a content sigh. When he arrived to your door, he asked for your keys.

Once you were both inside your apartment, he easily found your bedroom. He had been to your apartment a few different times for dinner or movie nights with the squad so he knew his way around. He loved how your apartment was decorated exactly to match with your personality, and how it smelled exactly like you.

He slowly sat down on your bed, moving your hands from around his neck and laying you back on your pillows. He smiled to himself when you let out a discomforted grunt and scrunched up your face. With the loss of contact, you slowly opened your eyes, looking up at him. Jake moved to prop up your foot with an unused pillow, then he came and sat back down by you. He brushed some of your hair out of your face, studying it as he moved the strands. Your voice brought his out of his thoughts.

“Jake?”

“Yes darlin’?”

“Thank you for taking care of me today. And helping me get home. I really appreciate it, and you.” Jake didn’t know how to respond so he leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered closed and sleep threatens to take over again.

“Sleep beautiful. I’ll text you in the morning to see how you’re doing.”

That was the last thing you heard before you let sleep engulf your mind and body. Jake quietly got up and made his way out of your apartment, making sure to lock the door behind him.

[vivalas-vega]

easier / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

this idea came to me very suddenly last night and I just knew I had to write it!!! pls lmk what you think - also lmk if you want a part two, i might have some more ideas for this one 

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warnings: language, mentions of death, definite flying inaccuracies

The ride home on the carrier passed by in a blur, a mix of voices and sounds that didn’t quite reach your ears as you responded on autopilot. Your body taking over and saying what you thought people wanted to hear as your mind was somewhere else entirely, still replaying the mission over and over, focusing in on every little detail you were certain you weren’t ever going to forget. It was all the same, excited congratulations on a job well done, comments on the skills you’d exhibited, and praise for your first mission as a team leader going successfully. You were acutely aware of the fact that you needed to hold yourself together, getting picked as team leader was an incredible feat and you weren’t about to let anyone think you weren’t cut out for leadership long term by breaking down now, but that didn’t mean your mind was present. You weren’t even aware you’d docked back in San Diego until Bob was softly tugging on your arm and letting you know it was time to go, weren’t even sure how you’d gotten home until the sound of Rooster’s keys hitting the entryway table in your shared home somehow jolted you back into your body and you dropped your bag as you looked around. Home. You felt like sinking to your knees, kissing that damn creaky floor and never stepping foot outside again. 

“You haven’t said a word since we docked,” he commented, trying not to prod.

“Yeah, uh- tired. We prepped so hard for this mission and then uh… guess it’s finally catching up,” you muttered, slipping your boots off and pulling the pins from your hair. “Mind if I grab the first shower?” you asked and he just shook his head, watching you carefully as you made your way down the hall. The second the warm water hit your skin you gasped, suddenly feeling the weight crash against you and you braced yourself against the tile as you felt each emotion you’d been so carefully repressing for the past twenty-four hours. Shock, anger, shame, fear… they all cascaded over you and you almost willed them to mix with the water and wash down the drain but things don’t work that way. You forced yourself to go through your routine, trying to block out the sounds of bullets hitting your jet and your teammates panic in your ears. 

“Tally two, three o’clock!” Payback said and you cursed to yourself as things began to fall apart around you.

“Fuck, it’s a dogfight. Keep your eyes up, watch your teammates.” you yelled.

“Smoke in the air!” Rooster shouted in your ear and everything devolved into chaos, everyone trying to keep their line of sight straight as they bobbed and weaved around each other, the SAM’s, and the terrain around them.

“Stay low when you can!” you yelled, deploying flares and bailing Phoenix out seconds before Payback had to do the same for you. Enemy fire was raining over your jet and you couldn’t take much more, “cover me, we need to take them out.”

“I’m on you, Siren, go,” Phoenix affirmed as you veered off course and set your sights directly on one of the bandits, fighting back every survival instinct telling you to bail. “Backup, backup, on my six, we’re pinned.” she shouted and your blood ran cold. 

“Talk to me, what the hell is going on?” You were struggling to get tone on this guy, whizzing through the air as he seemingly played cat and mouse with you.

“Rooster and Payback are getting hammered,” Bob answered.

“Shit, shit, shit.” you muttered to yourself, trying to take a deep breath but it felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of your lungs.

“Come on, kid, what would I do?” You suddenly heard Maverick in your ear, and somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered if he’d physically subdued Cyclone to get to the mic. “You can do this in your sleep, Siren, you just gotta do it.” you nodded, you knew what to do. Increasing speed you suddenly took a sharp right, disappearing behind a ridge and dropping below the radar.

“Comanche, talk to me.” 

“You’re parallel, they can’t see you.” 

“You know what to do.” Mav said and you swallowed all of your fear, it was now or never. Flipping over the ridge you cut them off, knowing you were putting yourself wide in the open but hoping the element of surprise would give you the two seconds you desperately needed to lock tone, and it did. You watched as your hit ripped through the canopy of their jet, pulling up on your throttle to avoid the inevitable explosion as it crashed into the rocks below and you didn’t even have time to process it as you whipped around. 

“Dagger One, confirmed bandit kill. Dagger Squad, proceed to carrier.” 

“What? Siren-” Rooster began to protest in your ear as you deployed counterstrikes against missiles that were headed directly for him. 

“Go, now. None of you can take anymore fire,” you ordered as you lifted yourself back onto the radar, giving your enemy a clear sight at where you were. You waited until they changed courses, abandoning Phoenix to take on the bigger threat: you. You waited until the last second before taking off in the opposite direction. 

“Is she-” Bob started to ask before you cut him off,

“I mean it, that is an order.” You whizzed through the canyon, taking each turn in stride as you dropped low enough to confuse your opponents radar. You knew this terrain. You studied it, made sure you knew it better than your old childhood neighborhood… you just needed to keep him locked in, distracted enough to lure him right where you wanted him. You lifted up, just briefly to keep him on edge, practically taunting him before dipping back down and hurtling directly towards the rocky hillside. Your calculations told you that you had about ten seconds to bail out before you became one with that hillside and Mavericks words in your ears kept you on track. “Three… two… one.” you whispered before roughly pulling up on the throttle, gasping at the sudden force of the incline, leveling out just as soon as you could to be sure your plan had worked, sighing at the smoking wreckage beneath you. 

You stepped out of the shower with shaky hands as you dried off before making the quick dash towards your bedroom where you changed into your comfiest sweats and sweatshirt, the sound of the tone still ringing in your ears. By the time you reemerged, Rooster was already in the bathroom and you made your way through the silent house to check the fridge, which was a wasted effort on your part as the two of you never kept it stocked, especially not before a deployment. You raked through the take-out menus from the junk drawer, narrowing down to pizza or Chinese and leaving it to Rooster to be the tie-breaker. You cracked open a beer, the one thing that was always stocked, and leaned against the island as you took measured breaths, mind slipping further and further away from the present until Rooster’s tap against the pizza menu startled you back.

“Get extra breadsticks,” he said, grabbing his own beer and you nodded as you grabbed your phone, exchanging pleasantries and your order quickly before setting it back down with a sigh. “You okay?” he asked and you lifted your gaze to meet his with a nod.

“Yeah, just ready for food and my own bed,” you said and it wasn’t entirely a lie. Rooster decided to accept this, for now, knowing it was best not to pry until you had some food in you. 

“Okay, Maddie texted. Said we had some packages delivered, I’m gonna go grab them, probably from your dad.” he said as he slipped his shoes on and you chuckled.

“Mmhm, is that all you’re going to do?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him and he just stared back.

“She’s our neighbor, Siren.” 

“Our super hot, super single neighbor that you’ve had a crush on since we moved in… but if it’s not about anything else I can go grab them, since they’re probably for me anyways,” you teased as you stood and he all but pushed you back down. 

“My shoes are already on, I’ll be right back.”

“I’m not saving you any breadsticks if you aren’t.” You watched as the door shut behind him and exhaled forcefully, finally alone for probably the first time in weeks and you tried to decide what to do, settling on making your way through the house to take stock of any damage to your houseplants. None seemed too far gone, and you began gathering the ones that needed some extra love by the sink when a knock on your door startled you. Grabbing your wallet you went to meet the delivery driver but were only startled further when you swung open the door.

“Hangman? What are you doing here?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at the pizza boxes in his hand.

“Ran into the driver when I got here,” he said, pushing into your house and you stepped aside confused.

“By all means, come on in,” you sighed, watching as he set them in the kitchen. “What are you doing here?” you asked again.

“Mind if I?” he gestured to the box, grabbing plates down from the cabinet and making himself right at home as he grabbed the red pepper and ranch from their respective spots. 

“Clearly I can’t stop you,” you threw your hands up in exasperation before grabbing your own plate, eyeing him suspiciously and not waiting for him to explain himself. The second the smell hit your nose you realized it had been far too long since you’d eaten anything that didn’t come from a Naval carrier cafeteria, and all of that likely came out of a freezer. You ate in silence, and it wasn’t until you finished your second slice that you were reminded of his presence. “So, is there a reason why you’re here or is it just to steal my food?” 

“Well, I paid the driver so technically it’s you stealing my food,” he replied before taking another bite.

“That you intercepted. Seriously, Hangman, I am not in the mood for whatever is going on,  I just want to be alone and go to sleep, so if this is about the mission or another long-winded rant about me making you Dagger Spare can it please wait?”

“That right there is why I’m here.” 

“What is?”

“Being alone, not sure that’s such a good idea,” he grabbed both of your plates and set them in the sink before fixing you with a look that you couldn’t quite decipher and you felt your patience wearing thin.

“What does that mean?” you sighed. You were currently utilizing all of your energy at putting up a front and you weren’t sure how much you had left, and Hangman was just about the last person you wanted to crack in front of. 

“That mission was kind of a lot, and I know Rooster’s not coming home anytime soon, so…”

“So, you just decided to show up out of the blue? The mission was fine, Hangman, same as it always is,” you replied but it wasn’t convincing and you knew that… you just prayed that Hangman would accept it anyways and leave.

“Except, it wasn’t the same, was it? Some pretty big differences in this one over any of our other ones,” he said, popping the pizza boxes in the fridge and you just stared at him bewildered.

“What is going on right now? Why are you suddenly so interested in my well-being after a mission?” 

“Is it surprising that I consider you a friend, Siren?” he shot back. 

“Actually, yes it is.” He contemplated this for a moment but shrugged it off before walking into your living room and sinking into the couch and you tentatively followed. 

“Regardless, I know that any minute now you’re going to lose the thread that’s keeping you together and I just don’t think you should be alone when that happens.” he said and you just furrowed your brows.

“Again, what does that mean?” 

He sighed, “Siren, you have clearly been stuck in your head since the moment your jet landed on the carrier.”

“Hangman, I’m fine.” You felt it, the first clench of your chest as you lied through your teeth and you took a deep breath to steady your nerves. You hadn’t been able to shake the sound of that god awful tone ringing in your ears, the panic in Bob’s voice as he called out SAM’s in the air, the way Phoenix tried to keep it together to cover you only to be pinned with no way out. The image of a man, too far away and too distorted through the canopy to actually make out, but a man nonetheless before your shot ripped apart his jet and sent him plummeting to the ground. The sound of the explosion beneath you as you fought gravity after your hail mary. It was all there, at the forefront of your mind replaying so loudly and so clearly that if you closed your eyes you could be certain you were still there in the thick of it. And Hangman saw all of this, the internal struggle to keep it all buried. He heard it in the dismissive responses on the carrier, and he felt it in the faraway look in your eyes.

“You’re not fine,” he said softly and you just shook your head, suddenly feeling the oxygen in the room thin out, each breath beginning to feel more and more like a chore.

“I- I am fine, you don’t need to be here.” you whispered and he moved closer on the couch, carefully watching as your chest began to heave and your eyes fluttered shut. Flashes of SAM’s exploding in the air, white smoke, and that barely-there figure clouding your mind and that small crack gave way under the unbearable weight, allowing room for everything you’d been trying to keep at arm’s length. White hot tears fell down your cheeks but you hadn’t even noticed over the sights and sounds so sharp in your mind, not until you felt your hand being raised and pressed against something warm and firm.

“Open your eyes, Siren.” You heard it but it didn’t quite register, not until you felt another hand on your cheek wiping your tears, “open your eyes.” He repeated and this time you heard it, slowly allowing them to open as you hiccupped and noticed his other hand was pressing yours to his chest. He pulled away from your face, grabbing your free hand to press to your own chest and took a deep breath, nodding for you to do the same. The rise and fall of your chest was rapid and erratic in contrast to his, so measured and calm and you felt like you were fighting your lungs trying to get them to fall into the rhythm he’d set but eventually they relented and you began to feel calmer as the tears continued to stream silently down your face. He let your hands fall but kept one firmly wrapped in his grasp, offering you a physical tether, a reminder that you were here. “Do you want to try telling me what’s going on in your head?” he asked gently.

“I-” you started but shook your head, clearing your throat and trying to regain some composure. “It all happened so fast. We completed the mission and should have been home free, then the bandits came out of nowhere… I don’t- I don’t know what we missed, what we did wrong… we were below the radars level of detection. We let our guards down and then they were on us and we had to fly where we could trigger the SAM’s and it was just chaos I-I mean it was hard to tell up from down at one point,” you felt the emotion begin to build back up and Hangman just sat silently, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb and giving you space to continue. “I was waiting for a command, waiting for someone to tell me what to do and I realized it was my call. Everyone was shouting, calling out their moves, trying to figure out what was going on… it was my responsibility to make sure everyone made it back. I knew what I had to do, hearing Maverick just confirmed it and I… I just went for it, followed the instinct and before I could even register what I’d done I had to get the other one off Phoenix… I had to get them home but I-” you choked on your words, “two people, Hangman, I-” you couldn’t finish around the sob that left your lips and he nodded knowingly before pulling your legs across his lap wrapping you in a hug. His arms held your shaking frame close to his as you sobbed, tears soaking through his shirt as he just rubbed your back and told you that you were okay. You weren’t sure how long you stayed like this, but when your cries quieted and your breathing evened out he pulled back just enough to cradle your head in his palms.

“I need you to hear me when I say this, Siren. What you did was brave, and you did exactly what you had to do. It was them or you, or Rooster, or Phoenix and Bob, or Payback and Fanboy. It was them or your team, and you did what any leader would have done. If you hadn’t someone wouldn’t have come home, and it was your skill and quick decisions that ensured everyone did. It’s because of you Rooster is with that hot neighbor right now, because of you Bob is on the phone with his Ma, Payback is with his kids, Phoenix is with her girlfriend, Fanboy is… I don’t know what Fanboy’s doing but the point is you pulled through, you protected your team.” 

“But, those people, I… I mean, fuck they’re just doing the same thing we were, right? For their own country? What about… their kids, their family-” another wave of tears pulled you under and he shook his head, forcing you to keep eye contact.

“They were doing the same thing we were. They knew what they were doing, knew the risks, same as we do. You did what you had to do to survive. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then why does it feel like this?” you asked and Jake just smiled softly.

“Well sweetheart, if it didn’t feel wrong then we’d have a whole different set of issues right now,” he said and it managed to coax a laugh from you. Small and fleeting, but it was there. “It’s not supposed to be easy, and no one tells you about this part, mainly because so few people in our position have actually experienced it. They only focus on the victory and the glory, breeze right on over this part… and this part is shitty, I’m not here to tell you it’s anything but. I just need you to know you did what you had to.” 

“But you have… experienced it,” you stated and he nodded.

“Ever notice how I’m never the one to bring it up? It’s a lot easier to boast and move past it than to get into the nitty gritty of just how much it sucks. And believe me, it does.” 

“How did you- how do you move on from this?” you asked softly and he dropped his hands to rest on your thighs. 

“You just do, you keep telling yourself you did what you had to and eventually it gets a little easier. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it though, this will always be with you, it just gets a little easier to bear with time. And you have me, everyone’s going to want you to try and talk to them about it eventually and you should talk about it, but if you ever need someone that gets it… I’m here.” 

You nodded, “thank you.”

“Everyone always talks about what an accomplishment it is to have a confirmed air-to-air kill, they never talk about the burden that comes along with it. What people don’t know is that it looks good on the resume but it’s not a club you want to join, and I’m so sorry you did.” He squeezed your leg reassuringly, “but you’re strong, and you’re good… like, better than me, though I’ll deny it if you ever repeat it, you’re going to get through this, I know you are.”

You smiled softly, “I’m telling Phoenix you said that.” He squeezed your leg a little harder, intentionally hitting a pressure point causing you to squeal and giggle.

“I can’t believe you would do that, after all of that,” he said and his shocked expression only spurred your giggles further.

“I would never, I’ll take that high praise to the grave,” you promised, crossing your heart. 

“What is going on here?” Rooster asked tentatively from the doorway, taking in your position half draped over Hangman and you just narrowed your eyes at him, grabbing Hangman’s wrist to check his watch.

“An hour and a half to get some packages from next door and yet… I see no packages, do you, Hangman?” you asked, looking at him puzzled and he just smirked.

“I reckon there was a different package delivery that took place, wouldn’t you agree?”

“It seems so, Rooster, what do you have to say to that?” He just looked between the two of you, halfway between caught and confused before shaking his head.

“Whatever is going on here I don’t like it, and you better have saved me some breadsticks.” he muttered, walking into the kitchen. 

Hangman turned his attention back to you, his gaze softening, “you should get some rest, I know you didn’t sleep at all last night on the carrier.”

You nodded, “I know I just… every time I close my eyes-” you started but shook your head, not wanting to get worked up again. 

“I can stay, if you want me to,” he offered and your eyes widened though he mistook it for offense, “not that I- I mean-”

“Would you?” you cut him off and he nodded, and when you disappeared into the bathroom to get ready for bed you couldn’t help but chuckle as you heard him talking with Rooster in the kitchen.

“Spending the night?” You heard Rooster ask suspiciously, “should I make up the couch?”

“No, uh- gonna be in Siren’s room.” he replied.

“Seems a little… precarious, don’t you think? What are your intentions here?” 

“Listen you big dumb flightless bird, I’ve been where she’s at. Things are going to get really intense before they get better and I just… I don’t know, I don’t want her going through that alone. My intentions are to just be there for her.” You smiled to yourself, heart warming at the notion of Hangman, someone you’d once believed to be a bit of a pompous ass, being so selfless and helpful. 

When he entered your room you’d already climbed into bed, limbs aching and heavy and he noticed the change of clothes you’d set on the end of your bed. “I don’t know what you like to sleep in, I stole those from Rooster so you have options.” He smiled softly before leaving, quickly returning in a tee shirt and gym shorts before sliding in next to you and you almost sighed in relief at the prospect of finally getting some sleep.

“Get some rest, honey. I’m here and you’re safe,” he said as you laid your head down, “just close your eyes.” And when you did the images were there, the sounds and smells but so was Hangman… just as he’d promised he was there to anchor you to the Earth and keep the nightmares at bay the best he could and in that moment you knew. Things weren’t going to be easy again, not for a long time, but he would be there every step of the way and that alone made it just a little easier to bear.

[milobyelo]

Maverick is the greatest Dad (disregarding that one mistake) not only to Bradley -who he officially adopted when the other turned 16 and Carole Bradshaw passed away in a bright San Diego Hospital room- but to his unofficially adopted Dagger kids. Jake had even given him a Father’s Day card last June which is proudly hung up on his kitchen fridge.

But for as much as he loves his kids there’s 12 of them and he’s not had too great a memory since the great head bump accident of ‘89.

Aka Maverick calling his kids the wrong name for 5 minutes

-

“Jake pass me the salt it’s in the storage cabinet”

Javy “Coyote” Machado who had been leaning against the door way for the kitchen while he watched Maverick try and replicate one of his moms dishes- because he was feeling home sick and the older man confidently told him he could replicate it if he had the recipe- simply raised an eyebrow at the mistake.

“I hope you know my name isn’t Jake at this point in our relationship because if not it’s a little concerning”

Maverick just groaned as he leaned his head back before looking at him expectedly

“You know what I meant Javy just go get the god damn salt”

-

Maverick for as little as he knows about football, hosts Sunday football every season because he once caught Jake sulking on the ship because Sunday football started that Sunday and the ship didn’t have a stable internet connection so he had to miss it and since then his kids come and get drunk every Sunday at his house.

All of them were scattered amongst his living room (which used to only have one couch and an arm chair for Ice but has since been reorganized to fit 3 for his many long legged kids) watching some program Bradley had wanted to watch.

Said son was still holding onto the remote and as much as he loved him the game started in 5 minutes and Jake was fidgeting in anxiousness because of the possibility of maybe missing the game for some weird nature show about birds.

“Brigham- no shit, Billy fuck, Bob- BRADLEY”

4 heads turned his way confused at hearing their names and he just sighed annoyed he had to go through 3 different kids before getting to the one he need to talk to

“Damn it Bradley please pass the remote”

His legal son just chuckled before tossing him the remote and letting him change the channel, having been called too many wrong names to count at this point that he was very used to this name game.

Whatever it’s not his fault there are 4 different kids with a name that starts with ‘B’

-

“Natasha I swear to god I do not need glasses you guys are exaggerating, how could I have flown for 30 years if I needed glasses”

His daughter was currently driving him to her optometrist for an eye exam cause she swears that he needs glasses after bumping into his furniture a few too many times to count

“First of all my name is Callie, second of all bob has glasses and can go airborne, and third aging fucks up your eyesight gradually I’m sure you can see fine enough but it’s clearly getting worse and at this point you’d be a danger in the air so shut up and sit back you’re making me panic by leaning forward in the seat like that you child”

If maverick had leaned back and pouted at being scolded by someone half his age and then scowling for accidentally proving her point than that’s between him Callie and god so mind your business Ice I can already hear your loud cackle from up there.

-

Next time it happened may have been the most disastrous time yet because they were currently playing dogfight football and calling the wrong name to catch or pass a ball to him was just asking for a disaster.

“Hey bob, ball!”

His brain did not in fact process that Bob had been 5 feet away from him and looked over in confusion as Jake who was his intended target was still facing the other way when he threw the pass and hit the Blonde square in the back of the head.

The newly injured blonde just looked around pissed while rubbing the back of his head, “Ow what the hell who hit me!”

He watched as 10 other hands pointed in his direction and in a panic pointed at Bradley who had been very offended at the false accusation

When Jake flipped him off he just rubbed his neck and apologized before they resumed the game and not 5 minutes later then hit Bob in the chest when he accidentally called out for Jake, whoops.

-

You would think this was only a verbal issue but unfortunately it turns out he still types in and calls the wrong name in his phone.

Last night he had walked into Bradley’s house hoping to talk to him about organizing thanksgiving when he had found a shirtless Jake Seresin in his son’s lap on the couch and kissing him so passionately that when they pulled away at the sound of the front door opening he saw one sliver of spit connecting their mouths before he backed straight out the door and decided it could wait for the morning

The issue however is that Maverick decided he would be a sensible adult and be mature enough to call Jake and have a proper discussion about him and Bradley, but accidentally typed and clicked on Harvards contact instead of Hangman’s

The man groggily picked up after 4 rings having clearly been woken up by the incoming call from his superior officer, “Hello sir d’ya need something”

“Listen son I like you a lot and I would do anything for the sake of your happiness but last night I saw you and Bradley kissing half naked on his couch and not to assume your relationship with him but I have many questions most importantly what intentions do you have with my son��

The blonde didn’t say anything for a couple seconds but he could hear shuffling so he knew the other was still on the phone

“Sir I did not have sexual relations with that man I would never do that to Jake, are you sure you’re calling the right person”

Only then after hearing his kids clear voice and not the jumbled half asleep croak it was a minute ago does he look down at his phone screen and see ‘Harvard’ written there and a picture of him smiling wide in a birthday hat and cake splattered over his face from his birthday

“Well it appears I have called the wrong kid my apologies Logan I’ll leave you back to your sleep”

“Yeah okay bye”

-

Okay so sure he messed up their names a lot but in the end of the day he loved his kids and they just accepted that this was another one of his long list of quirks they just have to come to accept and love, because for all his faults that’s their dad and they love him.

[justalonelyslytherin]

Legacies | Six

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Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Kazansky!OC

Summary: The day at the beach is coming to an end. With the last game of dogfight-football played the daggers aren't yet ready to let the day end so soon.

Warnings: military inaccuracies,

Wordcount: 2.6k

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A/N: We are slowly coming up to the halfway point of the story which means things are about to happen. Enjoy this happy and lighthearted chapter, because starting with chapter 7 it's going to get more serious and a little angsty.

Taglist: open, message me or comment to be added, will be put as reblog

Had someone told them this morning that by afternoon all the tension and animosity between the team would have lifted off without a trace of ever being there – at least for the afternoon – they would have laughed.

Ana couldn’t quite believe they all had been on edge that morning. It felt foolish and silly thinking back on it now.  All around her the buzz of happy conversations filled the air as the aviators made their way up the beach toward the Hard Deck’s back porch.

“Guys, guys, guys” Payback’s voice broke through, “I think we all know who the real MVP was today.” He looked around the group of aviators curiously watching and waiting for him to continue. “It was Bob of course!”

Bob, who was walking only a couple of steps before Ana, turned shy upon the attention, casting his eyes downward as she smiled at him. A faint dusting of red appeared on his cheeks complementary to the deep reddish tint the tips of his ears took on. Rooster clapped the WSO on the shoulder and smiled at him, causing Bob to look up again.

“I need someone to help me with something quickly,” Penny said as they arrived at the back porch. She had been sitting out there with some papers, working for the better part of the last couple of hours.

“I’ll help,” Coyote quipped as he pulled on his shirt and followed Penny barefoot into the bar.

The others, Ana included, grabbed their discarded clothes and shoes again. Jake and her, who had taken a little dive into the water, were pretty much dry again. Her hair was still damp, strands of it had come loose from the hairstyle she wore it in. Her clothes however had dried in the slowly sinking but ever-so-strong San Diego sun. She was glad for it. The feeling of wet fabric clinging to one's skin had always been one of her least favorite sensations.

Penny and Coyote didn’t take long to return with their hands full of beer. 

“I thought you might be thirsty after all that running. It’s on the house,” she told them, Coyote and her distributing the bottles between the daggers.

There came a couple of protests from the surprised group. One sharp look had them quiet down, followed by a chorus of many thanks.

“It’s nothing,” Penny assured them, “Not like you aren’t here any other evening and spending enough of your money.” Laughter spread through the group, all of them agreeing as they raised their glasses in a toast.

Ana was still busy getting dressed and sorting out her hair, so she hadn’t yet accepted one of the bottles. Too focused on kneeling and tying the laces of her shoe, she hadn’t even looked up to see the others clink their glasses and take the first sips. Not at least until a shadow appeared above her.

When she looked up it was Jake standing before her, two beers in his hands. She was quiet as she stood up, coming eye-to-eye with him once more.

Jake held out one of the two bottles, smiling and raising a brow. His smile was inviting and friendly, lacking most of the haughty and wolfish likeliness she was so used to. For once the fighter pilot before her didn’t seem condescending or arrogant.

Jake cocked his head the slightest to the side, it reminded her of a dog trying to understand whatever had been said to him. His hand with the beer nudged forward, offering it to her. 

She took one extra moment to look at him, sunglasses on his nose, hair handsomely disheveled from the games, and the dunk in the water, his pose was relaxed and open. He looked friendlier than ever. 

It surprised her. In all the time she had known him, she’d never seen him like that. From the first moment she’d met him, he’d been this overconfident, unreachable enigma. A nuisance and a sore thorn in everyone’s side.

Nodding in acknowledgment and with a tentative smile blossoming on her lips, Ana took the beer from his hand. Their fingers brushed against one another, causing a small jolt of electricity to course through her. Her eyes flit over to him once more, to see if perhaps he had felt the same sensation. 

Jake was looking at her as well. Intensely.  It made her skin tingle and her stomach churn. She took a sip of her beer after she and Jake bumped the glasses together in a silent toast. Chasing down the bubbling feelings in her core, drowning them with the cold beverage.

The moment between them didn’t last much longer. Little groups dispersed, talking and sharing their beers. The voices mixed and jumbled over one another. From the corner of her eyes, Ana noted how Penny and Maverick had split from the rest of them. Her godfather had settled beside Penny on the bench, both of them quietly talking, caught in their own little world.

A growl ripped through the crowd. The group talks turned silent as everyone looked at each other. When it happened a second time, everyone’s eyes turned toward Halo. She put a hand on her stomach, surprised yet grinning. Fritz started to chuckle and soon Omaha joined him.

“Looks like someone is hungry,” Yale joked, playfully ribbing Halo with his elbow. 

“Quick, everyone hide! We woke the monster.” Fritz’s taunt produced more laughter from the group and a – playful – showcase of Halo’s middle finger.

“Man, I could eat an entire truck’s worth right now.” Payback groaned, stretching his arms above his head. The many games had depleted not only their energy but also their stomachs and the latter now demanded to be filled.

“Yeah, something greasy and savory.” Coyote’s words caused a ripple of moans to rise from the group. There was nothing more tempting than some greasy and unhealthy food to fill up your stomach after such a strenuous and exhausting day at the beach. Nothing sounded more alluring right now.

“There is a really good burger place only two streets away,” Ana spoke up, knowing that the place was perfect to fulfill their cravings. She could already smell the heavenly notes of food in her nose, taste the rich flavors on her tongue. It made her mouth water.

"Oh, really?"

“Yep. They have the best cheese fries I ever had.” Another round of moans ripped through the group, full of want and hunger, and longing.

“I’d give everything for a plate of cheesy fries right now,” Phoenix mused, leaning her arm on Ana’s shoulder. The two women looked at each other, eyes sparkling at the thought of the stretchy golden goodness.

“What are we standing here and waiting for then?” Fanboy asked and Payback beside him agreed with a hum.

“Let’s go!”

The decision was unanimous. Excitement buzzed between them like a busy swarm of honeybees, as they emptied their bottles and collected their belongings.

Their flock descended down the sandy steps of the back deck, a chorus of goodbyes directed towards Penny, Mav, and Hondo that trailed behind them as they rounded the Hard Deck. It was only in front of the establishment that they noticed none of them had a clue where this supposed wondrous place was. 

All except for Ana, who wasn’t at the front of the flock. Their group parted, eyes focused on her. “Lead the way.”

The local in question was small and welcoming. There weren’t many other customers there, which suited them fine as they shuffled into the place and claimed a couple of booths at the windows. 

Ana sat down in one of them, while the others gathered around the big display hanging over the seats at the counter. Looking out of the window, her view settled on the shore. While the sun steadily sank, it was still lively outside. There were people walking along the sandy dunes and the walkway further up. Lights and the signs of other establishments illuminated the spots. 

She’d gotten distracted, not noticing someone sliding into the booth beside her. Not until his arm landed behind her on the backrest. It barely touched her and yet the heat radiating from it struck her to the bones. Looking to her left Ana came face to face with Jake.

“How do you know this place?” He asked her, unphased by the quizzical look on her face and the raise of her brow.

She shrugged in return, offering not much of an answer. Should she tell him or should she not? In the end, she decided to tell the truth.

“I’ve been here many times with my family. It’s one of the only fast-food restaurants my dad accepts and eats. He refuses pretty much anything greasy and oily if it’s not homecooked, thinks fast food is just unhealthy garbage.” 

Jake chuckled at that, “He isn’t wrong with that. It mostly is a heap of crap. The worst you can do to your body.” 

“Oh? But here you are.”

“Here I am,” he hummed, that grin so familiar yet so different, its edges softened. “Once in a while, it’s fine. And this place can’t be so bad if your dad eats it too.” 

Ana hummed. He was right about that. Not that she would tell him so. She had stroked his ego too much already.

“So you are from around here?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “Wasn’t born here but moved when I was young. I spent a good chunk of my childhood and all my teenage years here.”

“You a navy baby then?” The question made her laugh.

“You’d like to know that, don’t you?” Jake’s face stayed monotone momentarily before he too broke out in a grin and laughed.

“It was worth a shot,” he shrugged his shoulders. “You really don’t talk about your family huh?”

She averted her gaze, once more looking out of the window. With a sigh, she answered, “I don’t like the prospect of mixing private and work life. It makes everything too complicated.” Who she was at work and who she was at home, it was different. And frankly, it was no one's business but hers. 

Before she could elaborate or Jake could dig deeper – he wanted to for sure – Fritz slid into the booth opposite of them. 

“Don’t you want to eat anything?”

“I already decided. Besides, I know the menu by heart. No need to look at it.” 

Fritz grinned at her. He then looked over at Jake and when he did his grin took on a rather teasing note.

“And you Hangman?” 

Only now did both of them realize that his arm was practically draped around Ana and that everyone could see. Not that anyone besides Fritz had noticed it, they were too focused on studying the menu. Jake cleared his throat and sat up as he pulled his arm back but not entirely away from her.

“I was hoping Ghost here could recommend something.” 

It took everything in her not to let the surprise show on her face. The incredible amount of restraint however still couldn’t keep her from raising a brow. He wanted her to recommend something? 

Seconds passed by during their exchange of looks. Jake’s face never changed, he kept looking at her openly. Did she spy a hint of hope? No, that couldn’t be right.

Once more they were disrupted by someone sliding into the booth. Taking the fourth and final spot at the table was Phoenix, sitting opposite the blonde aviator.  

While Ana looked at the gorgeous female aviator, Jake’s eyes didn’t waver from her. At least not until something under the table banged against something else and his head shot toward Phoenix.

“Are we still going to share?” 

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Ana mumbled, not entirely sure how she felt about their seating arrangement. Who was she kidding? No constellation would have suited her at that moment more than to be alone with Jake. To be unobserved.

“What took so long?” Fritz wanted to know, eyeing the rest of their team spread out across the other two booths they’d claimed.

“They couldn’t decide.” Natasha rolled her eyes, not so subtly glaring directly at Fanboy and Omaha. 

Ana didn’t pay much attention to the conversation at hand. Her mind wandered elsewhere as she returned to looking out of the window. With the continuous dimming light it became harder to do so, soon she’d not be able to see much besides the reflection of the neon lights above them.

“Hi, what can I get you?” A waitress stood before them, a small notepad in her hands as she smiled down at them. First off was Fritz, before it was her turn to order. 

“Hi, we’ll take the cheesy fries,” Ana pointed between her and Phoenix, adding, “and a side of chicken fingers.” 

Nodding the waitress wrote it down before she turned towards Jake, “And what can I get you handsome?” 

Instead of answering, the blonde turned to Ana. Biting on her bottom lip she examined him in silence. He really wanted her to order for him? They didn’t know each other well enough for that, she couldn’t even say if he had any food allergies. She’d had to gauge what he could like. 

“The pulled chicken burger hot bbq style.” Jake raised his brow, while the waitress beamed at her and nodded, “Great choice!” Glancing over at Jake once the waitress was gone, Ana noticed him nodding at her.

It was a long stretch but given the conversation they’d just had; he had agreed with her father’s opinion on fast food, perhaps his actual taste in food wasn’t so off either. Her father’s go-to order was a staple and a solid choice for anyone that also liked a little kick in flavor.

The obnoxious drawl that sometimes slipped into his words suggested to her Jake might like it a little spicy. Not to mention that one time, long ago during their shared stay, when they’d gone out to eat spicy wings with their squadrons. While most of them had folded from the lesser spicy wings already, Jake had been one of the people nearly unbothered by it.

Their food didn’t take long to be done. In a time that was impressively fast for such a huge group, their orders arrived. Steam billowed from the freshly cooked and piping hot meals, their hearty and cheesy aromas permeated through the space between them. Exactly what they had needed and deserved after such an intense afternoon.

Ana nibbled on a cheesy fry and one of her chicken fingers. She wanted to be entirely focused on her food but she couldn’t. Not when she nervously awaited Jake’s verdict.

Said blonde beside her took the burger into his hands. It was a big burger, although it looked much smaller in between his hands as he lifted it towards his mouth. A hearty bite he took, causing Ana to hold her breath in anticipation.

“Shit Ghost, why did you keep this place a secret from us for so long?” There was a pleased grin spreading over Jake’s lips as he glanced over at her. He didn’t wait for another second after that to take a second bite. Ana’s heart beat weirdly strong after his indirect-direct compliment from him.

“Bagman, I  think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you compliment someone. Did you swallow too much water?” Phoenix hazed him, not wasting any chance in fueling the fire.

“Phoenix, phoenix, there hasn’t been anyone worthy of it before. Not like you would understand anyway.” 

“It’s just food,” she shrugged, reaching for the basket of fries when her fingers collided with Jake’s. She glanced down at his hand and then at him, pausing for a moment. They chuckled, both grabbing a couple of fries and shoving them into their mouths.

[bayisdying]

Imagine being Iceman's daughter:

You are the youngest and only girl. So the prized little girl.

You were kind of an "oops" baby. They had your two older brothers back to back and decided two was enough. But a couple years later, here you come throwing yourself into their crazy lives.

The 5 of you are extremely close knit as a family. Your older brothers are protective of you and definitely teach you how to defend yourself (by practicing their WWE moves on you in the living room)

Whenever your Dad is home you are glued to his side. Unless your Uncles Slider, Maverick, or Wolfman were around. Those three love to dote on you the MOST. Want a Teddy bear from a carnival? Those three legit compete against each other to get you the biggest one.

You are the only child to follow in Iceman's footsteps by joining the Navy and becoming an aviator. Your brothers chose different paths but are super proud of their baby sister.

Ice totally gives you your wings at graduation and no he totally didn't cry (yes, yes he did.)

You got your callsign pretty quickly. Your entire life you had been called "Princess" but now that you were grown up? You were "Ice Queen" or "Queenie" for short

You finish 2nd in your Top Gun class, being beat only by one point and by one Mr. Jake "Hangman" Seresin.

Speaking of Jake. You hate the guy. He's cocky, arrogant, and an all around jackass. You probably gave him the callsign after him leaving you hanging too many times.

But really you two care about each other because you two work well together and get stationed together a ton.

Friends with Benefits? Yes. It happens a couple times.

When your Dads cancer comes back strings are pulled and you are reassigned to San Diego to be closer to your Dad. You spend as much time with him as possible. Mostly in the study.

Getting called back to Top Gun was scary for you. You knew you were one of the best but you didn't want to leave your Dad in case something happened.

When you enter the Hard Deck? Jake notices you immediately. He hugs you so tightly and asks how you're okay. He knows why you were reassigned and why.

You get introduced to the others that you don't know yet

Then Rooster walks in and you can't help but smile. He's been your best friend forever. You definitely sing Great Balls of Fire very, very loudly alongside him.

When it was your turn to dogfight you went up with Phoenix and Bob. You know most of Mav's moves from growing up with his wingman. You get close to shooting him down until he bests you instead.

Dogfight Football? You owned that shit. You grew up with two athletic brothers. You can throw a football better than some of the guys. Jake playfully tackles you and yall get a little *too* close.

When you get word that your father had passed, you are the one to walk into see Mav and Bradley fighting. You hate it. These two idiots that are your family are fighting and your Dad just died

"Mav..." he turns around and notices the tears threatening to fall. And he knows.

Rooster figures it out quickly too.

At the funeral you are in your dress whites standing next to your mother. Hand in hers until she is handed his flag. You don't cry during the service, you flinch when Mav pounds his wings into the casket but no other emotion showed on your face. You were strong for your mother.

Back at the house, you lock yourself in the study and sit in his well-worn leather chair. You breathe in his scent and that's when you allow yourself to cry. You start typing on the computer through the tears hoping that wherever he was, your Dad could read it.

You were not selected for the mission. You can't even be upset. Rooster is the man for the job.

When Mav and Rooster go down? You have a mental breakdown. You just buried your father. Now you would bury two more men you loved. It wasn't fair. You run and find a quiet place in the overcrowded, cramped ship to lose it.

You don't hear them get a signal from Rooster, or hear Jake defy orders to go after them. (Which he does partly for you. He knows how much they mean to you. And he may or may not have realized he loved you during this whole thing)

You don't know until you hear Jake whisper your name, and look up to see 3 of the very special men in your life looking back at you.

HUGS. SO MANY HUGS.

And Hangman also may or may not kiss you in front of everybody (he does.)

You know the pain of losing your Dad will never go away, but with Mav, Rooster, Hangman, and the rest of the Daggers by your side? You know you'll make it through it.

No I'm not crying from writing these. Not at all.

Tagging the besties: @kloofspeaks @itzyogurl92 @callsignthirsty @callsign-milano

[helloitstsyu]

Heated Look | Pete "Maverick" Mitchell [18+]

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A/N : Basically i can't get this picture out of my head. So this is inspired by this beautiful picture of Tom Cruise's arms

Pairing : Maverick x Female Reader

Warnings : unprotected sex, oral, guys i don't have to warn you the [18+] has already said it all and don't pretend y'all don't know what you're getting yourself into! Xx

The scorching heat of San Diego beamed to the inside of the room. The air conditioning barely even helps cause you're feeling hot all over your body. Due to the intense heat, you barely can wrap your head around the topic Maverick presenting to the whole dagger team right now. He's probably explaining the same thing over and over again that the mission is a death penalty when it's not flown exactly how he pictures it.

Your body is in the room, but your soul goes away. Your focus is elsewhere, not on what he has to say or what he has to teach. Honestly, you just want this day to end quickly. You want to hop under the shower head and turn it to the coolest setting possible.

You watch how Maverick rolls up his sleeves, revealing his arms. Suddenly, the temperature feels as if it drops a couple of degrees hotter. His arms are veiny and muscular. The way he moves them when he explains the mission makes you wonder about something else. Something that is rather inappropriate to thought about your instructor. Your much older than you instructor.

The room went silent, his voice becoming a muffling sound to your ear. All you could focus on is his arms. You imagine the filthiest things it could do. How good it'll look pinning you against the wall, gripping your hair, holding your hips. More than that, how good it'll look around your neck.

Not gonna lie, Maverick has caught your attention ever since he made the dagger squad to join him for a dogfight football. That day, you notice how appealing he truly is. And ever since, you can't deny there's an attraction that's pulling you towards him.

"...Y/CS." Maverick's calling you.

You woke up from your daydream. All eyes are on you now, including Maverick's. Maverick walks in front of his desk and leans back on it. He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Could you repeat what Rooster just explains to me?" He asks.

Shit.

You have been zoning out and went to the fucking fantasy land for the last 5 minutes. You have no idea what Rooster just said.

"Uh... um--" you stutter and struggle to find an answer.

"Care to tell me what's occupying your mind, Lieutenant?" He cuts you.

That you imagined him having filthy sex with you? Choking you with his sexy hand?--- Not a good idea to share that with the whole squad, yeah?

Maverick nods and walks towards you. He sets both of his hands down on your desk and leans forward to you while keeping his eyes glued to yours. His face stays only inches away from you. His beautiful green eyes stare deeply into your eyes as if he scanned your thoughts. You could smell his intoxicating perfume. Your heart starts to pound a little faster inside your chest.

"If you want to stay on the mission i suggest you to pay attention, Lieutenant," Maverick said with a voice just above a whisper.

"Ye-" you clear your throat. "Yes, Sir." You answered.

Maverick stands up tall again, green eyes still glued to you while he takes a few steps backwards from you.

"That's it for today, you're all dismissed."

Everyone quickly stands up to their feet and walks to the door, including you. You want, no, you need fresh air in your lungs.

"Not you, Y/CS." Maverick stop your step once you nearly make it out of the room. You turn on your heels and look back to your instructor. He walks towards you after he gathers up his files.

"Meet me in my office." He said as he walk past you.

---

You wait for Maverick in his office while he went to report back today's activity and progress to Admiral Simpson and Admiral Bates. Took him about 15-20 minutes. But those 15-20 minutes feel like hell. You keep wondering and overthink about what he'll say.

Is he really that mad, are you grounded?

Then the door opened, Maverick comes in with a smirk on his face when he founds you already in his office.

"Sir," you stand up straight in a formal position.

He walks behind his desk and puts down the files that he's holding on.

"Sit down," he orders.

You then just follow what he said. You keep your eyes away from him though his eyes never left a moment away from you. Maverick suddenly just unbuttons his jumpsuit, the top half of the jumpsuit just fell and hangs on his hips. He wore a black t-shirt underneath that hugs his torso so well. Revealing more of a good figure he has, too good to believe for someone his age.

"Hot day isn't it," he said a smirk on his face.

Out of the many things you overthink what he'll say to you. Something about the weather doesn't really cross your mind.

"Um... I'm really sorry Sir, i--"

Maverick waves up his hand to shut you up. He went to the side of the room and let down the blinds on his windows. And he also closes his door and then locks it.

"I've got to say, you quite surprise me. You're the only one close enough to achieve the target in time." He said as he turns on his heels looking at you.

He put his hands in his pocket and just lean back to the door behind him.

"You got tremendous potential but you're unfocused, Y/CS, that is dangerous,"

You only look down at your hands on your lap.

"See? Now you're doing it again, darling"

Darling. You felt a flutter of excitement rushes through your veins when he uses that nickname to calls you.

Maverick comes to you, he leans to you and his hand grazes your face softly. Like a feather-like touch, his thumb trails your lips, and he pulls your bottom lips from in between your teeth.

Unconsciously, your way to cope with nervousness is to bite your lip. And Maverick finds it very hard to keep himself put and sane when you do it.

"You're testing my patience, darling, Looking at me like that in front of everyone," Maverick scoffed. "What am i gonna do to you,"

His hand moves from your face to your neck, then his thumb grazed your collarbone. Doesn't stop there, his hand travels onto your breast, just softly runs his hand on top of your clothed asset, but the friction of the touches alone already making a pool in between your legs. His face on the crook of your neck, his hot breath brushing on your skin. You're fighting back a whimper and you feel heat building up inside of you.

Maverick stops. He grunts before he pulls himself off you, he shut his eyes closed and shook his head.

No, no, don't stop!

His green eyes falls to your eyes again, "You better go before i--"

You shut him up by pulling his t-shirt and just clashing your lips to his. With no hesitation, Maverick kisses you back passionately. Your tongue meets his and it fights for dominance.

Maverick's hand holds your face and he lifts your chin. His veiny muscular arm holding you now. Just the way you imagined it.

"You sure you want this?" He asks.

You grin, "Yes, Sir"

"Alright... but my rules, sweetheart,"

Maverick then kisses you again. He takes off your jumpsuit quickly while his lips move to your neck giving the needy space attention. His hand slips under your white t-shirt and he yanks it off you and after, tossing it to the floor, leaving you only on your matching powder blue bra and underwear.

He pulls you by your hips to move on top of his desk. His lips now meet your collarbone and his hand slips underneath your little lacey panties.

"So wet already," Maverick chuckles.

Maverick takes off your panties as he kneels in front of you. He spread your legs apart and stare into your pink flesh. He kisses your inner thigh before he finally connects his tongue to your needing core.

You nearly scream when he takes your clit with his tongue. Your hand covers your mouth and your teeth are digging into your finger.

"You're so sweet, darling, you taste so good for me" Maverick whisper above your heated core.

He continues to eat you, swirling his tongue on your clit while his sharp eyes never once leave to watch your reaction.

"S-sir!" Your pleasure starts to build up and nearly spills all over the place. That's when Maverick decided to stop sucking your clit and leave it with a popping sound.

He stood up and quickly takes off his jumpsuit and discarded his boxer brief down. He teases you with a few swipes of his head before he pushes himself inside of you. He groans to the crook of your neck as he enters your cunt. Your walls stretch to the unfamiliar size of him. Your nails rake in his bicep. You're gripping hard on his arms as he pushes himself deeper inside of you. After giving you a moment to adjust to his size, Maverick starts to drill your pussy, fucking you hard that you're sure you won't be able to walk straight after this.

You're a moaning mess. All of those fantasies about Maverick fucking you hard, having his veiny muscular arms holding you. Now it all comes true. His hand holds the nape of your neck. Your forehead connects to his while you keep moaning and crying out the unbearable pleasure that he keeps giving you.

"Is this what you're daydreaming about, huh?" He whispers.

You can't even form a word out of your mouth, you only nod.

"Yeah? You thought of me fucking you, darling?"

"Yeshhh- ohh please Sir," you beg.

Your head falls back and you just lay your back on the hard surface of his desk. Accidentally, you knock some of his stuff down which makes you gasp and chuckle. Maverick grins and he holds your hips as he picks up the pace of his movement, drilling into your tight little channel. Your hands hold his arms as he keeps your hips in place.

"You're so-- fucking... tight!" Maverick moans.

"Mmm, Maverick," Maverick caresses your cheek softly again.

"Yes! yes, moan my name, sweetheart! C'mon cum for me, cum, Y/N" that's the first time he uses your real name. It sends shockwaves of pleasure all around your body when you hear his voice calling out your real name.

Just when you thought, he's giving you above and beyond. He wraps his hand on your neck.

"C'mon baby, take that cock like a good girl. I need you to cum, i wanna feel you cum on my cock, Y/N"

"Oohh!! M-mav!"

Maverick covers your mouth so you don't moan or practically scream louder than you already are. Your walls are clenching hard around him, sucking his length deeper into your tight channel. You could feel his length throbbing inside of you. He's coming close. Following your high, Maverick cum right after you came. He groans your name as he cum inside of you.

Both of you are panting with a messy breath. He pulls out slowly from your cunt. You could feel his seeds dripping from your sweet hole.

"Like i said, dangerous."

Yeah, yeah, it's definitely dangerous to give him that look.

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Tagging @malavera @call-sign-shark @tom-cruiseisalegend @youlightmeupfinn @cherrycola27 @moondustfairies

[ryebecca]

let’s fly away (ft. jake ‘hangman’ seresin) ✈️ ✨

After losing his wingman during a particularly harrowing mission, Jake Seresin made the tough choice to retire from his position as a Naval aviator. Unable to keep away from the skies, he continued his career as an airline pilot - in Texas, far from San Diego. Far from the Navy. And far from you.

You were the one who got away. The almost, but not quite. The one who never crossed that line. The one who was devastated when Jake Seresin left.

Back in San Diego for a Dagger Squad reunion, Jake sets foot in San Diego for the first time in five years. The Hard Deck is still there. So is dogfight football. So are his friends. So are the ghosts of those who are no longer with them. And to his surprise, so are you. Still beautiful. Still strong. But will he ever be able to call you his?

for @tgm-all4one!

[rebelliousstories]

Ode To Thee

Relationship: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Wife!Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Minimal strong language

Word Count: 3,434

Main Masterlist: Here

Top Gun Masterlist: Here

Summary: It was a hot day in California, and the Dagger Team has met up for their monthly game of dogfight football. As everyone takes their shirts off, Bob lets the team in on a little secret.

It was hot. Really, really hot. San Diego was experiencing a heat wave at the moment, but that didn’t stop the dagger team from getting together for their monthly game of dogfight football. After the uranium mission, everyone needed some time off. Rooster repaired his relationship with Maverick, and worked it out with Hangman. Everyone got to go see family for about a week before they were called back for some training. A month after the mission, the Dagger team mutually agreed to try and meet up once a month if they could, and play dogfight football. In the hot month of August, and the last few days of summer vacation, Bob just wanted to spend time with his family.

Bob had been granted a house for his family to stay in for his leave time so he waited at the airport until they got here. Dressed in his khaki uniform and holding a bouquet of red chrysanthemums, he waited till he knew their flight had touched down. Only a few minutes later that he was able to see her head poke out from the crowd and he heard his favorite sound in the world.

“Daddy!!” His son came barreling towards him as his wife was just a few paces behind him.

“Jimmy! Please don’t run off baby!” He heard her shout as Bob reached down and scooped his son up in his arms. He placed kisses all over his son’s face while his wife caught up. Jimmy was laughing hard at his father’s affection and Bob was smiling just as hard as his son. When his wife finally caught up to the two boys, Bob set his son down at his feet and embraced his wife passionately. He placed a kiss to her lips before he pulled back to give her the bouquet.

“Oh Bobby, these are so sweet sugar! Thank you!” She said gratefully before giving him another hug. The family made their way to the luggage carousel and kept an eye out for theirs. One they had acquired the luggage, the family went to the car that Bob had bought for his time out here in San Diego. While the Dagger team teased him for getting a mini van, Bob knew he was gonna have them come out soon so he needed the extra space. His son got tucked into his seat and Bob started to drive towards the government housing on base. It was a wonderful evening for the Floyd’s as they got to reconnect after spending several months apart. They played games, laughed, chatted, and when Jimmy had finally gone to bed, Bob sat up and enjoyed time with his wife. They slipped into bed together for the first time in a while and Bob got the best sleep he had gotten in months now that he had his wife with him.

When he awoke the next morning, his body was so used to waking up at a certain time that it couldn’t be unlearned. Just before the clock struck 5:00 A.M. Bob was up and out of bed. He had his shower, made his coffee and breakfast, all while his family slept peacefully. As he stirred around the cereal in the bowl and scrolled through his phone, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders. Bob leant down and pressed a kiss to the warm flesh around him and he felt her smile against his back.

“Morning dear. Did I wake you up?” He asked as she came to sit in the chair next to him and snuggle into his side, under his arm.

“No,” she mumbled, “it got cold without you there so I came t’ find ya.” She was snuggling into his neck and moved into his lap. He chuckled at her behavior this morning. Her accent also became a lot thicker while her voice was clouded with sleep. But Bob loved hearing her voice and accent in the morning.

“I wanted to let you sleep. I can’t imagine you’ve been gettin’ a whole lot of sleep watchin’ Jimmy by yourself.” His own accent was coming through from the early morning and hearing hers. She hummed into his neck while he went for another bite of his breakfast.

“Listen I’m goin’ down t’ the beach t’ play some football with the Dagger team if ya wanna join. You don’ have t’ if you don’ wanna. Or you can join later in the day. We’ll be there a while.” Bob said rubbing his hand up and down her back. He had set his phone down and pulled her back so he could look at her face. The sleep was just trace amounts in hr eyes now but she still looked gorgeous to him. She pressed herself into his shirt once again and nodded which made Bob laugh.

“Alright let’s get yo back t’ bed now darlin’. I’ve gotta leave soon but you need rest. I’ll check on Jimmy before I go.” He picked her up and carried her through the house while she clinged to him like a koala. It was so easy to fall back into his routine with her around. And very easy to slip back into his natural accent

“Hey! Baby on board!” None other than Hangman shouted as Bob came to the beach. He set the bag down under the umbrella that was set up for the team. Phoenix came over to Bob and pulled him into a hug. He returned it and soon made the rounds of saying hi to everyone. Everyone had showed up for the first time in about six months. Even Hangman, who had only gotten back from his most recent deployment a couple days ago. But he wasn’t going to let that stop him from getting together with his team and playing some football. Bob placed the cooler down before starting to lather himself up with sunscreen. He saw Maverick, Rooster and Penny show up and the entire team then got together to split everyone into teams. Bob sent a quick text to his wife just in case she wanted to come and join them for a day at the beach. It also included his exact location so she would not have any doubts about where to find him.

They started at 8:00 A.M.

Eight in the morning and it already was sweltering outside. Throughout the game, Bob would check his watch for the time. Also, to check and see if she was on her way with Jimmy. Everyone noticed Bob getting distracted but none chose to bring it up. They played a few rounds on those teams, before switching them around. There was a designated snack and water break around 10:00 A.M. that everyone used to go cool off in the nearby ocean. Bob stayed in his trunks, but took his shirt off before going to cool off in the water. He couldn’t tell what was sweat or water anymore. It felt amazing to have the water rush off of him. But when Phoenix splashed Rooster in the face, it went from a quick cool down to all out war. Soon, everyone had taken sides and the teams were engaged in a water war. Maverick stood with Penny near the chairs and shade watching the team play around like children. Rooster picked Fanboy up and threw him deeper into the water. Phoenix grappled Hangman while Coyote tried to free his buddy. Payback snuck up behind Bob who was idle in the water and threw him straight at Rooster. Both men went down in the water, and Rooster dragged Bob back up to get air. They started laughing and made their way out of the water. Bob went and got his water bottle that was thankfully still ice cold thanks to his cooler. Rooster grabbed his own drink but when he turned back to look at Bob, he choked on the water going down his throat.

“The hell do you have on you Bob?!” Rooster exclaimed loudly, catching the attention of all the other pilots. Maverick looked over to the men from his chair and pulled his aviators down just enough to see clearly what was going on. By now, the rest of the team had made their way out of the water and to the shady area. Bob was still looking all around him trying to figure out what Rooster was talking about.

“I’m really confused as to what you’re talking about.” Bob continued to look at himself in complete and utter confusion. But Phoenix decided to call it out.

“You have tattoos?” She questioned, raking her eyes over Bob’s chest. It was then that he understood, finally, what everyone was so curious about. He had gotten so caught up in enjoying himself that he completely forgot about the tattoos that took up space on his chest.

“Umm… yeah… I have a couple.” He explained, rubbing the back of his head. He suddenly felt very shy around the gang and he wanted to put his shirt back on. He just had a few that the Navy had documented, but they all meant a lot to him.

“So when were you going to tell us about these, Bob?” Phoenix couldn’t keep her eyes off the colorful lines that decorated Bob’s chest.

“Uh, well, I, um,” he was put on the spot.

“Come on guys. Let him up.” Maverick said finally getting up from his chair and walking over to where the team had started surrounding Bob. He looked nervous and placed his arms down, trying to cover the colorful ink that was permanently etched into his skin.

“It’s okay Maverick. I’m good.” Bob said as Maverick finally got a glimpse of his chest.

“Listen Bob,” Rooster started, “we’re not judging you. It’s just… Out of everyone here, you’re the least likely person I would think would have tattoos.” He placed his hand on Bob’s shoulder and he finally felt the stares shift. Everyone saw how Bob started curling back into himself, and backed off. It took the man a long time to be open and confident with the group and they didn’t want to ruin that hard work. He stood up straight and allowed everyone to look at the tattoos.

“Well, they all have a personal meaning to me. I didn’t wanna get something that was just to fill space or I was gonna regret.” He explained.

“Mind telling us what they mean? If that’s not too personal.” Fanboy asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh yeah…” he looked around and tried to decide on which one to start with.

“Well this is a red chrysanthemum,” he pointed to the tattoo right over his heart, “in Victorian flower language it means, ‘I love you,’ and that was the first flower I got for my wife on our first date.” The team looked shocked.

“I’m sorry, wife?” Hangman spoke up. The mere image that Bob had a wife was shocking to even him.

“Yeah. I’m married.” It was then that everyone, seemingly as a group noticed the second necklace behind Bob’s dog tags. It was a simple silver chain, with a golden hoop threaded through it.

“It’ll be our tenth anniversary in December.” He held a certain smile that was only for talking about loved ones. He pointed to a shaky plane tattoo next. It was on his pec, near the flower.

“That’s a drawing that my son did. Matter of fact the first one he ever did school. They asked him to draw something that meant a lot to him and he drew my F/A - 18. His mom and I were so proud of him that I decided I was gonna get it on me. His mom has an identical one on her.” Bob’s voice was soft. The Dagger team was just as shocked, if not more so, to hear he had a kid.

“Bob, you are full of surprises today.” Phoenix wrapped her left arm around his neck and pulled hm in close to her. He laughed and went with it. When she relaxed and allowed him to pull away, she noticed another drawing on his right upper arm. She looked at him with a questioning gaze and he followed her view down. He turned and showed the others.

“This is a hawthorn blossom and a cowboy hat. The hawthorn is the state tree of Mississippi and I wanted something to remind me of home that wasn’t super obvious.” Phoenix was more confused than the rest.

“Are you from Mississippi Bob? I thought you said you were from Tennessee?” She asked her WSO. Bob laughed at her questions.

“No. I’m from Mississippi. I lived in Tennessee for a while though. Special deployment. But my wife and I are both from Mississippi.” His smile plastered on his face, and a blush starting to take over.

“How come you don’t have an accent?” Payback asked bluntly.

“Oh my God Payback, you can’t just ask people why they don’t have accents.” Fanboy hit his pilot on the shoulder. The group bursted out laughing at Fanboy’s attempt of a valley girl accent. When Bob had finally recovered, he answered him.

“When I first joined the Navy, I got a lot of people who made fun of me for it. So I made myself learn how to do a neutral accent. It meant less teasing but it does come out every now and then.” By this point, half the team was sitting in the shady sand, including Bob.

“Okay,” Hangman started, “but why the cowboy hat?” It had been puzzling his mind ever since he saw the tattoo.

“Oh, I grew up on a ranch. That’s actually how I met my wife.” The look from the group practically begged for him to continue so he launched into the tale.

“Well my family was a ranching family. Cattle mostly, although we had goats, pigs, chickens. The whole nine. Well her daddy was the local supplier for different farming needs. Stuff for all different kinds of animals and crops. I was maybe fifteen years old at the time, and my pop needed somethin’ from the store so he sent me into town to get it.” As he talked more and more about his home, everyone picked up on the Mississippian accent slipping into his voice.

“When I got to the store though, the usual man wasn’t there. All I saw a pretty girl, around my age up at the counter readin’ a book on early twentieth century gangsters and mobsters. She was just so pretty to me that I completely forgot what it was that I had gone in there for. Luckily my pops wrote it down for me. But I was so shy that I couldn’t say nothin’ to her. So I got what I was there for and left.” Everyone had sat down by now, enjoying the little story time they were getting. It was nice to hear Bob talk about his home life, considering no one there knew practically anything about him other than what happened on base. The whole Dagger team was so enraptured with the story, that none of them noticed a woman and her son slowly approaching the group.

“I went to school the next Monday kickin’ myself for not talkin’ to her but figured that there was nothing I could do about it now. Until I was walkin’ down the hallway and to my first class when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Keep in mind, this is southern Mississippi so I always wore my cowboy hat everywhere and school was no exception. So when I turned around, I did it too fast and my hat hit the person behind me. To my horror, it was the pretty girl from the store. I was mortified but she just laughed it off an asked me for my name. She gave me hers an asked me to walk her to her first period which was the class across from mine. We ended up sittin’ together at lunch and she asked if I wanted to go see a movie in town together. I replied stupidly, ‘are we doin’ a friend date or a date date?’ And she said it was an actual date. So I picked her up that Friday night and brought her a red chrysanthemum. And we’ve dated ever since.” He finished his tale and everyone was speechless. Bob was nervous as to their reactions and felt like he had talked to much and now everyone was bored. Btu he felt a hand on his left shoulder and looked over at Maverick.

“That’s really sweet Bob. Thanks for telling us.” He spoke so sincerely and Bob smiled. It felt good to talk about home even when he was so far away. But home was never far away when he heard the familiar sound of, “daddy!”

Jimmy was barreling towards the group and Bob got up to meet him. He scooped his son up in his arms before he saw his wife coming straight for the pair. The Dagger team watched as the family interacted with each other. When his wife finally caught up to the boys she let out a sigh.

“I really wish he wouldn’t do that.” But her smile betrayed her exasperated tone. Bob smiled and switched his son to his left arm and pulled his wife in with the right one. He placed a kiss to her lips and pulled away. She was in a gorgeous two piece bathing suit that fit her body like a glove. The lace cover up she wore looked gorgeous against her skin. Her usual cowboy hat was on, as well as the pair of aviators she stole from Bob.

“He’s just excited to see daddy. I though y’all weren’t gonna come.” He started steering the family back towards the Dagger team that waited to meet the family with baited breath.

“Bobby, it’s only 10:00 A.M. The day is still young. But when Jimmy asked where daddy was, of course he wanted to go where you were.” They finally made their way to the team and Jimmy tucked himself further into Bob’s neck at the sight of all the other adults. His wife stood nearby, not really knowing who all these people were.

“Guys, this is my wife,” she waved and said hello to the team, “and this is my son Jimmy. Say hi Jimmy. This is daddy’s team that he tells you ‘bout.” The young boy pulled his face out of Bob’s neck and looked around at the people in front of him. While he couldn’t put names to faces on most of them, there was one he absolutely knew.

“Aunty Tasha!!” He exclaimed loudly, his hands reaching for the woman. Phoenix was taken aback by the sudden declaration. She looked at Bob curiously.

“I’ve shown him pictures of everybody. He can’t remember most of ‘em but he always remembers Aunt Tasha.” The woman was almost in tears. Bob set Jimmy down and he ran to Phoenix, who picked him up. Jimmy looked at her face and very plainly said, “hi.”

A round of introductions was made with Jimmy finally meeting all of his uncles and aunt. It seemed meeting them in person made him remember the names better. Everyone was excited to talk with Bob’s wife as they enjoyed their beach day. Rooster and Hangman would toss Jimmy around in the ocean causing the boy to laugh loudly. Fanboy and Payback were building sandcastles with him. Coyote played ball with him when the others weren’t playing football. Maverick and Penny sat down in the shade and told Jimmy stories about Bob when he was flying. Phoenix was almost always nearby joining everyone in their activities. Bob and his wife sat down in the shade and watched their son have the time of his life with his new extended family.

“We did good Bobby.” She said, leaning her head back onto his shoulder.

“Yeah we did.” He agreed putting his head in the crook of her neck.

“Whatcha say to another little Floyd runnin’ ‘round?” She pursed her lips as she waited for Bob’s reaction. He lifted his head as fast as possible off her shoulder and looked at his wife. He stared at her, with excitement and curiosity in his eyes as his hands moved down to her belly. She nodded and that was all he needed to place a passionate kiss to her lips.

"I say that I'm gonna need to plan where to put their first drawing on me."

[dckweed]

Heey dear 🥰 hope I can send in an idea for Rooster (my own bday present haha). Maybe where you're also part of the Dagger Crew and you both have a huge crush on each other but neither one knows about it. So after the Mission is done, you plan to leave San Diego but Rooster gives you a reason to stay so you decide against your plans ? Some smut and lots of cuddles afterwards if that's okay 🤭

oooh hi babe! happy birthday!!! omg im so happy you asked me to write this, ive been wanting to do a rooster fic or forever!! hopefully this is what you had in mind!

please feel free to send in a request! im getting to as many as i can this weekend!

also, crush by david archuleta and nonsense by sabrina carpenter were on repeat during the creation of this if anyone was wondering lmao and ive been listening to the audio of miles playing GBOF and ugh hes just such a fucking killerly talented fella okay??

warnings: pilot!reader clueless pining at first,angst, half drunk confessions, smutty smut and lots of roo cudles after :) p.s. reader will be referred to as callsign Honey! beware of inccorect fighter jet terminology because i have no clue what im talking about.

'SWEET, SWEET HONEY GIRL,' bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x pilot!reader

Everything had been too much, being back in top gun, the mission, the squad..Him. It was all too much for you to handle, your emotions completely shot and haywire after Rooster and Mav had both went off radar in the mission, Jake had flown off of the carrier like a bat out of hell, barely waiting for the end of the runway strip before he was in the air, you in the backseat with your eyes on the radar, trying not to think of the worst as you flew through the air in an attempt to save your captain and the man you had been longing for for the entire time you'd known him.

"What do you have, Honey?" You hear Jake's voice over your comm system in your helmet as your radar starts going off. You glance up briefly from your weapons system screen, looking directly at the back of his head as he kept the plane steady. You and Jake typically flew your own planes, but you two also worked better as a team than anyone on the squad ever did, it made sense that Cyclone sent you both out together.

"Tally two, right side twenty five miles." You answer, watching the blips on your radar screen as Jake turns the jet into the right position. "Looks like a close fight up there." You ready your systems, hoping that you reach them in time.

"It's going to be tight Honey, you ready?" No, you want to say, you were never ready for your job, but you knew that Mav and Rooster were relying on you to survive. You feel the plane flip hard as Jake maneuvers the two of you into an optimal position, coming up below the two dogfighting jets. It wasn't much of a dog fight from what you could see though.

You could feel the sweat pooling on your brow, threatening to pour into your eyes if your insulated helmet didn't dry it up, you close your eyes for a moment, trying to calm your nerves, your stomach rolling as you come closer and closer to your target.

"Ready Hangman." You say, your eyes locked on your screen. You felt Jake pull up hard, pulling the nose of the plane completely vertical, right under your target. You system locks in immediately, the tone going through your comms. "I've got lock! Fire! Fire!" You wait with bated breath, your body relaxing immediately upon the aircraft taking a detrimental hit and immediately dropping from the air. "Target down!"

"Atta girl, Honey." Jake says almost condescendingly, your roll your eyes at him but can help the smile on your lips, knowing that he meant it genuinely. Jake evens out the plane, and you keep an eye on your radar for bogeys, you could never be too sure if the fight was really done until you'd landed back on the carrier. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, this your savior speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts and return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions and prepare for landing." You roll your eyes at the pilot, as he comes up besides Maverick and Rooster, you could practically taste the gloat in his voice.

"Looking good, Hangman." Rooster says, a hint of relief in his voice. You see Mav make a hand signal at him and nod his head, you do the same as they notice you in the backseat.

"I am good Rooster, i'm real good." He says before taking off back towards the carrier, the two of you feeling more relieved than you could have thought necessary. "I can feel the anger radiating off of you, Honey. Why do you hide your feelings for him so much?" Jake had you cornered and you couldn't help but wonder if it was on purpose..You and Jake went pretty far back, as did him and Rooster and Natasha, and it seemed like everyone knew your feelings for Rooster except for the man himself. You thought they had gone though, you hadn't seen him in well over three years and you thought that you had moved on from him, it had never gone anywhere anyway, you following behind him like a lost puppy and jumping at any opportunity to be alone with him had obviously been returned with nothing but friendly gestures.

"He doesn't like me like that, we've been over this a thousand times before Jake." You mutter, a sigh leaving your body. The feelings for him had all come rushing back the moment he stepped into the Hard Deck almost a month ago, rushing back into you like a crushing weight on your shoulders that you didn't particularly think you wanted anymore. "Telling him wouldn't get me anything besides embarrassment."

Jake purses his lips, he thought Rooster was annoying sure, but he was fond of you and he hated seeing you like this. He too had thought it had finally passed, had found himself wandering why Rooster never returned the feelings that you so obviously possessed for him, hell they all had wandered, until that first night back at the Hard Deck when he noticed the way Rooster looked at you as soon as he noticed you, faltering in his tracks and his face flushing red as he tried to look anywhere but at you.

Hangman couldn't let you two just keep suffering in silence like this, and as he touched down for landing on the aircraft carrier, he made up his mind: He was going to be your wingman.

He's kind enough to help you down from your seat, giving you a friendly hug of relief that both of your feet were back on the somewhat solid ground. Jake was a cocky man, but even he knew the risk he ran every time he buckled into is seat and it was always a relief to make it back to base. He could tell you were rigid, your eyes locked on the horizon towards the other plane that was coming in hot.

You both watched the ground crew break out the landing net, the old plane having lost its landing gear in its scuffle to even get off the ground in the first place. It does its job, stopping the old thing in the middle of the landing deck, the sound of metal scraping on the deck making the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. Everything is still for a moment before all hell breaks loose, someone climbs up the wing of the aircraft and helps pull the cockpit open, Mav and Rooster are trying to loosen their harnesses, both of them looking more than relieved to be on solid ground again, even if that solid ground was floating in the middle of the goddamn ocean. You were happy to see them back, but pissed that it had to come down to you saving them in the nick of time, pissed that Bradley had been a complete fucking dumbass and purposely crashed his plane to save their Captain, even if he was his pseudo-father.

You weren't sure what came over you, but before you could stop yourself you were rushing over to them both, your eyes locked on the tall, thick man with the fucking mustache, blood on his face from what looked like a few cuts. You pushed through the deck crew and the dagger members that hadn't made the cut for the mission, all of them crowding the two pilots as they hopped down from their stolen plane. You get to him just as he touches the ground, your hand flying out without even thinking. You don't even flinch as your palm connects with his cheek, smearing some of the blood.

"What the fuck, Honey?!" He yells after a moment of shock, looking down at your with only a shimmer of anger. You looked up at him, eyes wide and watery, your nose flaring in anger and your fists clenched down by your side, your helmet hanging off of your flight suit.

"That's for being a fucking dumbass, Bradley!" You yell, not even bothering to acknowledge your captain as you turn on your heel, pushing through the crowd of people, wanting to be below deck as quick as possible. You brush past Hangman on your way, holding your hand up and shaking your head when he opens his mouth to ask you whats wrong, you didn't want to talk. You hated these feelings inside of you, hated that they would never be reciprocated, hated yourself for still feeling the same way about the man who had never once shown you the same bit of feelings.

Jake watched after you, lips pursed before looking towards Rooster once you had disappeared from sight. Rooster was staring after the spot you had just disappeared into, slowly fighting through the crowd of people surrounding him and Mav, as if trying to follow you. He sighs, thinking that you two were the most clueless sons of bitches he'd ever laid eyes on.

"You're a dumbass, Bradshaw." Hangman says after shaking his hand once he gets close enough. Rooster gives him an incredulous look, bewildered.

"That seems to be the general consensus today.." He says, his mustache twitching as he purses his lips. "What's up with Honey? She fucking smacked me..I dont understand..." Jake can see it in his eyes then, the confusion, the wonder..the hurt, the longing..

"How long?" He sighs, hands on his hips. He realized he was going to have to push both of you together if the two of you had any hope of getting together on your own at all.

"i..what?" He asks, playing stupid, not wanting to really open up to the man he hardly had a good relationship with. Hangman gives him a look though, and he sighs in defeat. "Since we all went through TOP GUN together.."

You avoided Rooster at all costs while you were on the carrier, eating at different chow times than him, or just not even eating at all and when you weren't manning your station you were locked in your quarters. You weren't sure what to say, or even what to do after smacking him across the face like that, you certainly weren't going to apologize. He had been a dumbass, you felt that your actions were quite justified in that instance.

Jake had made a habit of keeping you company over the next couple of days as the carrier made its way back to miramar, probing for answers around your thing for Bradley; "why did you hit him like that?" and "why him?" or several questions in the nature of "it's because he's so goddamn tall, isn't it?" If it weren't for the fact that you actually liked Hangman as a friend, you would have told him to screw off by punching him in the dick.

By the time you made it back to base, you couldn't decide if you were more relieved to be back on solid ground or to go your own separate way from the squad. Either way, you were just relieved, glad that the whole thing as done and over with so that you could take your leave and go home..not that you really had a home away from base. You had been stationed here for most of your career, if not at the naval base up the coast that you also split your time between. Home for you was a small apartment outside of fightertown, and the only thing waiting for you was a bottle of tequila and your dog. The thought sounded relaxing.

You made your quickly down the walk of the carrier, your navy duffel bag strung across your shoulders as you dug for your car keys. You had left your little sports car on base like most other crew on deployment, you were hoping that it wouldn't be as hot as a boiling pot of water in there, not particularly in the mood to feel like an undercooked lobster.

You weren't as quick as you thought though, because just as your boots hit the much loved pavement, a voice rung out. "Honey, honey wait!" You turn your gaze over your shoulder just as Natasha's hand latches onto your elbow. You give your friend a soft smile. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" She asks jokingly, chuckling as she readjusts the bag on her shoulder. She glanced back to catch the subtle nod that Hangman gave her, following you towards the car lot.

"What's up, Phoenix?" You ask, pulling her against you. She had been one of your best friends for as long as you had been a pilot, one of the few female pilots you could stand to be around most of the time. "Want to ride home with me?"

Phoenix smirks, gripping your arm tighter. "Only if you get ready with me to celebrate at the Hard Deck tonight." She looks at you expectantly, hoping she wouldn't have to beg you to come. She and Jake had been working too hard on this for you and Rooster to not show up tonight, it pained her to get along with the shit head but it would be oh so worth it to see the two of you finally get together tonight, even if they had to trap the two of you in Penny's office together. She could see the reluctance on your face. "Honey, come on, one night and then you can go back to your quiet life of watching action movies with your dog...please..?"

You sigh, there was nothing more that you hated after a deployment like that than being around a crowd of raucous drunk idiots, but, you just couldn't say no when your friend looked at you like that. "Okay, okay, come on.." It's not like you weren't getting drunk tonight either way, might as well do it with your friends.

The drive to your apartment wasn't too bad, Nat plugging into the aux as soon as you guys left the security gate of the base, you wasting no time in stepping on the gas as you both screamed along to the playlist she had started blasting. You could feel the stress of your feelings and the mission washing off of your shoulders already and for the moment you were reveling in it.

While you and Nat were having a damn good time getting ready for the evening, already fashionably late before you even realized it was time to get going, Jake was with Rooster at the Hard Deck, both men having gone home and changed into plain clothes. The setting sun was casting a nice glow through the bar, Penny already busy behind the counter as she kept up with the growing crowd of Aviators and civilians streaming in through the door.

Rooster and Hangman were having a somewhat friendly game of pool, Mav watching on in vague disinterest as the pair bickered back and forth about who was winning. Rooster was in fact not winning, his mind too focused on you, wondering why you had smacked him like you had and then just completely disappeared, he wondered if you were actually avoiding him like Jake had told him. He had just missed a shot on one of the corner pockets and was straightening up with a dismayed grunt, raising his beer bottle to his lips as he glances around the room, his entire brain short circuiting as they land on you and Natasha, walking hand and hand towards the pool table.

You were a walking goddess in that moment, a beautiful smile lighting up your face as you toss your head back, laughing at something she had said to you as you guys neared the group. Rooster's eyes roamed downwards as you started walking up the two stairs of the part of the bar that held the pool table, blood rushing straight to his cock as he lingered on your long, tan legs. You had legs for days and whatever the fuck shorts you were wearing left little to the imagination, squeezing your ass so tight he thought it might burst the seams as you bent over the pool table, his pool stick in your hand as you shot him what he would label a flirty look over your shoulder.

'When the fuck did she take my stick?' He questions himself, his eyes trained completely on your ass as he takes a long swig of his beer, hoping to god that he didn't get whiplash from the complete 180 your attitude towards him clearly had done.

"Perv." Natasha says, sliding up next to him, her hand in the pocket of her jeans. "I'm kidding," She chuckles, looking up at him. "She really does have a fantastic ass."

Rooster chokes on his beer and a hand claps him on the back from behind, the smell of Bob's cologne fills his nose. "Need some water.." He grunts out, making his way to the bar. He doesn't notice Nat and Jake high fiving each other or that you're pouting after him, your eyes trained on the back of his Hawaiian shirt as he walked away.

You sighed, handing the pool stick to Coyote's waiting hands before going and making your rounds with the squad, mingling with a few friends you had made around base. You had a conversation in passing with Rooster about drinks and the goddamn suffocating california heat.

The night wore on, and as the bar was starting to empty out you found yourself in the corner near the piano, where Rooster was just getting ready to play when he overheard your conversation with Maverick.

"...i'm thinking about requesting a transfer, maybe up north in Washington? What do you think?" Your voice is quiet, and for a second he's not even sure if he heard you right but he notices Mav's hesitation and knows that he heard right. He doesn't hear the rest of what's said as he plays a few keys, getting ready to start his ode to his father, only to stop abruptly when you breeze by him, your perfume filling his nostrils. You're headed towards the door, and he knows that he can't let you leave without saying something to you, the chances that you'd even listen were non existent but he would absolutely kick himself to death if he didn't at least try.

"Rooster, where you going?!" Fanboy calls, on his way to the piano to join in the usual sing along until Rooster barrels past him like a bat out of hell, his eyes locked firmly on your retreating form. Rooster only waves him off, running to catch up with you as you move your way onto the back patio.

You breathe in the fresh air as you walk to the ledge, the sound of waves crashing against the sandy beach reaching your ears, bringing a peace over you almost immediately. You would miss it here, you knew that much, but it was time for you to go, time for you to move on..you would miss your friends, and hell even your apartment, but you couldn't stay here anymore, not when you were clinging on to a stupid fantasy.

"Honey?" His voice rouses you from your thoughts and you turn your head, your eyes finding him in the dim glow of the string lights that Penny had strung about the outside deck. He's standing a few feet behind you, his open Hawaiian shirt billowing in the slight breeze, his tan skin prominent under the white of his undershirt. He always looked so relaxed, you envied that.

"Hey, Rooster.." You say, voice soft as you give him an easy smile. You lean against the railing, focus on him. You open your mouth once, the words stopping in your throat before you try again. "Um..I wanted to apologize for the other day..i.. shouldn't have..done that.."

Rooster chuckles, the corners of his mouth turning upwards in a smile that would haunt you for weeks to come. "I deserved it.." He says, stepping a little closer to you. "You weren't wrong, I was a dumbass.." You purse your lips, trying desperately not to breathe in his scent as he gets closer again, trying not to let your eyes linger too long on how tightly his jeans held him in certain places as you looked him over, the sight of it making you bite your lip as you tried to suppress the thoughts flooding your brain. "So uh..i heard you tell Mav that you wanted to request a transfer..why?"

You're a little taken aback at his question, the why sounded a little too accusatory for your liking. You take a moment before you answer, turning back around to look out at the water, not wanting to look him in the eye as you answered. You felt so stupid that he was the reason, because you were tired of pining after him, of feeling like an idiot for doing it in the first place when there was so clearly nothing between you guys other than friendship from the very beginning of things.

God, why did you let me waste so much fucking time on him? You ask yourself, trying to find the words to say without actually saying the real reason.

"There's nothing here for me, Roo.." You say, your voice so soft he barely heard it over the bareling waves crashing onto the coast. He steps even closer, damn near pressed against your back at this point. You can feel him, his body heat, his smell enveloping you in a way that felt almost sinful. You wanted to cry. You wanted him to tell you not to go, because you wouldn't, if he did. You would stay, and continue to suffer if it meant that you got to still be near him. "My family doesnt talk to me, Nat and Jake are gone more than me, so it's always lonely..there's no one here..no reason for me not to transfer.."

"I'm here." He wasn't thinking, the words spilling from his mouth before you had even finished your sentence. You spin around, eyebrows furrowed, your face flushing as you realizes how close he is to you. "Stay, Honey, please.." He whispers, bringing his large hand up to cup your face gently. You lean into it, wondering what kind of dream world you were in as you meet his eyes.

"Bradley," You sigh, closing your eyes, shaking your head as if shaking yourself out of it.

"I can't let you leave, not yet.." He says, making up his mind. It was now or never, and if he blew it, then at least he wouldn't have to live with the embarrassment of seeing you every day if you did transfer. "Maybe I'm too late and you don't feel the same way that i do, but i can't just let you go, not without saying it.." You don't even let him finish the thought, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your level, pressing your lips against his. He hadn't been expecting it and makes a noise of shock in the back of his throat, closing his eyes as he uses the hand on your face to pull you closer against his hard body, tilting your head back as he parts your lips with his tongue, dominating the kiss as he towers over you.

Everything about the way that Bradley kisses you in that moment feels so sinful, so delightfully sensual with the way his mustache prickles against your skin, the possessiveness in the way he holds your head, it all goes straight to your pussy, your already built up sexual tension overflowing. You were certain that you would let him fuck you right then and there on the back deck of the bar, all of your guys' friends and a couple of superiors watching and everything without a care in the world.

He pulls away with a look like that makes you think it was painful, and you whine at the loss of him, already needy for him after one kiss. "My place, or yours?" He asks, and you grin feeling as if he'd read your mind.

"Yours, doofus." You giggle, happily running after him as he grabs your hand, not needing anymore encouragement from you to get going. He leads you through the bar, not even stopping to say goodbye to your friends as you grab your things, tossing Nat your car keys so she can crash at yours.

Her and Jake cheer as you guys hurriedly make your way out of the Hard Deck, and you can't help but wonder if this had something to do with the two of them. You shake your head, getting rid of the thought as Rooster lifts you up into the passenger seat of his Bronco.

The drive to his house is barely ten minutes, but it feels like hours with the teasing glances and touches, his large hand on your thigh the entire time, inching closer and closer to the apex between your legs, you wondered if you would even make it back to his as you buck your hips up subtly into his hand, trying to ignore the groan he makes as his fingers brush over your clothed pussy, pressing down through the denim of your shorts as if to tease you. You whimper, looking over at him with big doe eyes. "It's not nice to tease, Roo.." You pout, and if it weren't for the fact that he was already slowing down to turn into the driveway of the small house you would have unbuckled and climbed into his lap, ready to ride him as he drove. You'd been waiting for this moment for so long it seems that you didn't care how you achieved it.

"Poor Honey, can't take a little touching?" He asks condescendingly, yanking you over into his lap as soon as your seatbelt is off after he's shut off the car. He grips your ass in his hands, squeezing as he presses you down against his stiff cock, you can feel just how big it is through his jeans and you moan at the thought if it absolutely ruining you. "That fucking needy already?"

You nod your head, eyes closed as he grunts. "Please Roo..take me inside.." You whimper, already reduced to begging for this man. He grins, eyes glinting mischievously.

"I was going to take you right here, Honey," He says, pressing you down onto his cock once more as if to emphasize his words before his door opens. You squeal and wrap your arms around his shoulders as he hops out of the car without warning, your legs going around his waist as he supports you with such ease you couldn't help but to be turned on even more. "But i don't think my neighbors can handle watching me fuck you in my car."

You press your lips to his as he carries you to his front door, your hands in his hair as he presses you against it, hand searching for the knob. It opens and you fall through with ease, Rooster pressing you against the wall next to it as he closes the door, his lips going to your jaw and down your neck, mustache scratching you in the most delicious way in its wake. You groan as he hits that certain spot on your neck, barely registering his large hands pushing your shirt upwards and over your head, his lips leaving your neck to instantly attach to the skin of your breasts that your bra left exposed.

He sucks a hickey onto each of them, his fingers pulling the garment down to let your tits bounce out and he can't help but to groan at the sight. You were perfect, he thought, so perfect that he wandered why the hell you were even doing this with him. He doesn't dwell on it for much longer though, moving you off of the wall and walking you backwards towards the living room, your hands pushing his hawaiian shirt off of his shoulders, it slumps to the ground. His undershirt is next as he falls backwards onto the couch.

"I want these off." He grunts, hands tugging at the waist band of your shorts. You nod aggressively, standing up for just a second to unzip them, letting them fall from your hips. Rooster sits up with a groan, drinking in the sight of your lacey green thong, he can see the dark patch of your pussy, your arousal leaking through the miniscule fabric. "As much as i love these, they need to fucking go.." He says, yanking them down your legs. He wants nothing more than to throw your legs over his shoulders and eat you to oblivion, but he knows that there will be time for that later, right now? You're both too needy to even think about foreplay. He lifts his hips up, shoving his jeans and boxer briefs down to his ankle, kicking them off before sitting back, motioning for you to come closer. "I wanna see you ride me, honey girl.."

His voice sends waves of pleasure straight through you, your hairs standing up as a shiver runs down your spine. You eye his glorious cock, hard and thick, long too from the looks of it and wonder what you did to deserve being so spoiled by this.

He doesn't have to tell you twice though, without a second thought you straddle his lap, his legs spread beneath you as he holds his cock up, sliding it along your pussy once, twice, teasingly listening to your whimper before he lets you sink down onto it.

He expects you to take your time with it, like most other girls have, and is shocked when you sink down onto it completely. He throws his head back at the feeling of you taking him completely, a deep moan leaving his mouth. "Fuck, honey.." He grunts as you start to move your hips, the feel of him so intense that you feel like he's everywhere in you.

You whine and whimper, hands on his chest for support as you take your time with him, wanting to savor the moment for as long as possible. His hands find their way back to your ass, squeezing it and smacking it as you start bouncing slowly on him, your dripping pussy making a squelching sound everytime you move your hips upwards, as if your soaking cunt is trying suck him right back in. "So fucking perfect, honey, so fucking good, jesus christ.." Rooster says, babbling away as you fuck yourself on him. After a couple more minuets of letting you be in control, he takes over, hands gripping your hips as he sets a new pace, pistoning his hips upwards into you at a pace you weren't sure was even possible until now.

His cock hits every single spot in you as he goes, his hands pressing you down farther onto him as they grip your hips so tightly you just know there will be a bruise later. Your hands on his chest are the only thing keeping you stable, your vision going blurry at the pleasure radiating through you as he fucks you like no one ever had before. "Oh my god, roo...mmm oh my god.." You whimper out, he grunts and doubles up in his speed, listening to practically wail as he keeps going.

His brows furrow as he focuses, his gaze on your pussy as he watches his cock disappear in and out of it. "So fucking perfect honey girl, like this pussy was fucking made for me baby..holy fuck.." He grunts, your nails dig into his chest and he can't help but groan loudly as he feels your pussy clench tightly around him, your voice so high pitched it sounds like screaming at this point as you're nearly about to cum. "Thats it baby, i know i know, i can feel it..cum all over me pretty girl, all over my dick baby come on.." His words wash over you, your body shaking as your orgasm rips through you harder than you'd ever felt before. "Good fucking girl..holy shit..baby.." He grunts, trying to hold his orgasm in. "wanna cum inside baby, wanna fill you so full...can i do that honey?" You nod meekly, barely understanding his words in your orgasmic bliss. You nearly come again a few seconds later when you feel his hot come shoot into, you can feel how thick it is and can't help but groan at it, your head falling onto his chest.

Rooster keeps his hands on your hips, your body still shaking as you both come down. His head leans against yours, both of you breathing uneven as you try to gather your wits. "Roo?" You ask, voice soft.

He hums, holding you against him. He definitely wasn't finish with you yet but he knew that you probably needed to rest your body for a minuet. "I got you, my sweet, sweet honey girl.." He coos, kissing your forehead as he slowly stands, his cock still hard inside of you. "We're not done yet baby..not yet.."