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You Know Why

Pairing: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Female Reader.

Summary: You’re a sexy sweetheart with a past and a toxic boyfriend. Goose sees that and wants better for you. Why? You know why. ❤️

Warnings: Fluff, romantic, hurt/comfort, reader has jerk boyfriend, toxic relationship, some curse words, punching, Goose becoming “Mr. Steal Your Girl”. ;)

Word Count: 4,787

A/N: I couldn’t come up with a name I liked for Reader’s boyfriend in this so he’s just “Boyfriend” LOL. The word “Squid” used in this story is a common nickname for Navy sailors, usually intended as a mild insult. This idea comes from the 150 Random Writing Prompts list by @writinginstardust.

“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

“Blue Hawaii” and “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley. 🎵

I really like this one. 😍 I hope you enjoy! :)

Lieutenant JG Nick "Goose" Bradshaw thought he always knew what his type of girl was. He wanted one that shared his sense of humor and values. Someone who didn't mind his silly antics with his best friend and someone who could understand how important his service to the Navy was to him. Someone he could feel comfortable with introducing to his mother. He let his friend, Maverick, chase the hot-to-trot bombshells. As nice as they were to look at, Goose knew he didn't want the hassle and drama those types inevitably came with. Or at least that's what he thought until he met you.

You worked at a little hole in the wall BBQ restaurant near the docks. The wall decor was tacky and the air always had the lingering scent of cigarette smoke. None of that mattered to Goose. The pulled pork sandwich was to die for and best of all, the restaurant had an old upright piano in the corner open for anyone to play. At least that's what he told himself on the reasons why he kept coming back. You were leggy and buxom. A "body built for sin", as they say, or even for the pages of a girlie magazine, as it was rumored you had once posed nude in one.

"I'm telling ya, man! I've seen her in there as Miss March, like, a year ago." Wolfman once told Goose during a round of locker room talk.

"Yeah, you say that but you fail to come up with the evidence." Hollywood chimed in, laughing, while Wolfman claimed he no longer had the magazine to prove it.

"Mother Goose got the hots for a centerfold?" joked Slider.

"She's not a centerfold." Goose flatly stated despite not being quite sure of himself. He didn't know why he suddenly couldn't come up with one of his quick quips. "She's not..."

As if reading his friend's mind Maverick spoke up.

"Hey, so what if she is?" He said to no one in particular.

"Like any of you horn dogs really care?"

Maverick turned and smiled and nodded at Goose who returned the nod. The conversation went in another direction and all was quickly forgotten. Except Goose didn't forget. He couldn't stop thinking about you.

Your story was that you had moved out to California from some small town in the Midwest. Like many girls before you, the bright lights of Hollywood had attracted you and your ambition was to make it as an actress or a model. Needless to say, your Tinseltown dreams never panned out. Not wanting to go back home but no longer able to afford L.A., you relocated south to much more laid back San Diego.

It really didn't matter to Goose whether or not you'd been a centerfold or whatever else was in your past. That was the least of it. His real problem was with that goddamn boyfriend of yours.

...

Goose sat on the piano bench in the restaurant, messing around on the keys, lazily playing whatever song came to his mind. It was early on a Friday night and the place seemed deserted at the time. It was only him, the bartender, and one other patron who looked half asleep at the bar.

Goose hummed a few notes. From where he sat, he could see the small parking lot. He saw you sitting in the passenger seat of your boyfriend's Trans AM. Even from the distance, Goose could feel the tension. Your arms were folded across your chest, your face turned away from the guy in the driver's seat. The RIO watched your boyfriend's lips move. He was yelling at you, that was for sure. It made Goose shift uncomfortably. He didn't like it when any man raised his voice at a woman. You turned and said something back to your boyfriend, your face did not look happy. You turned again and made an attempt to exit the car, when the guy grabbed your arm. Goose felt ready to jump up to your defense but you quickly shook your boyfriend off and got out of the car in a huff. You slammed the passenger door so hard it rattled the car windows. Your boyfriend peeled out moments later.

You opened the door and stomped inside. You were so fired up you didn't even notice Goose sitting there at the piano until he casually said:

"Trouble in paradise?"

You froze and looked at Goose. He was in jeans with a T-shirt and a blue Hawaiian shirt.

He kept his eyes on the piano keys.

"Goose." You said. Just seeing him made you calm down a bit.

You walked over to the piano and stood next to him.

"Where's your partner in crime?" You asked.

Goose smiled and glanced at you over the bridge of his aviators.

"Mav? Oh, I imagine by now he's probably shacked up with some lady he picked up at the O club."

Goose paused and quickly added: "I mean, he had a date. Yeah, that's it. A date."

You chuckled as he winked and hit some keys trying his best to imitate the sound of a comedic rim shot.

"Have a seat, honey." He offered, nodding to the bench.

You had some time before your shift started. You slid your purse strap off your shoulder and rested it on top of the piano as you took a seat next to Goose.

"Everything OK, Y/N?" Goose asked, cautiously. He made it no secret he was not fond of your boyfriend at all.

You nodded and said: "Yes. I'm fine, Nick. Thanks."

He didn't press and you didn't offer anymore.

You reached out and touched a few keys.

"I never learned to play an instrument." You told him, changing the subject.

"It was just never a thing in my house. Growing up."

That was another thing. You didn't like to talk about your family.

He had been struggling all night to figure out what to play. "Great Balls of Fire" was his favorite song but sometimes he felt like switching it up.

Wanting to lighten the mood, an idea popped into his head and he started playing.

"Night and you/And Blue Hawaii/The night is heavenly..."

He turned and and smiled at you and continued singing:

"And you are heaven to me."

You felt your heart flutter and your cheeks blush.

"That's my favorite Elvis movie. Blue Hawaii." You mentioned.

"Yeah? It was on TV in the rec room last night." Goose said.

"I've always wanted to go there." There was a wistful tone to your voice.

"To Miramar's rec room?" Goose suggested. "It's nothing special. Let me tell ya."

You laugh. "No, you dork! I meant Hawaii."

Goose smiled and kept playing.

"You mean you've never been?!" Goose asked like it was impossible.

"Well, we should go! And WHO are you calling a DORK, missy?!"

You laughed and shook your head at his silliness but he went on.

"No, seriously, let's go, Y/N. It's beautiful! You'll love it! We'll go to Pearl Harbor first. Gotta pay our respects."

You giggle. "Of course, Goose."

"That's right! And then we'll do all the touristy shit, ya know? Like, we'll go to Waikiki Beach. It's crowded as all get out but don't worry we can still have fun. We can go swimming or surfing or snorkeling. Whatever you want, babe."

Goose winked at you as he continued to tickle the ivories. You couldn't help but smile. The man always knew how to make you smile.

"We'll go to a luau," Goose said. "Eat some pig that's been in the ground for half a day. Drink as many of those fruity drinks you like."

Playing along, you joke:

"Yeah and maybe if we're lucky we'll both get... Lei-ed."

Goose stopped playing and let out one of his loud, wild, and infectious laughs.

"Oh, baby!" He cackled. "At this point, I'd settle for a hula girl shaking her grass skirt in my face. But yes, ma'am!" He drawled.

"I always appreciate a nice lei." He gave you a knowing look over his sunglasses.

"You and me both, Navy man." You winked.

"Great Balls of Fire!" Goose quickly slid his hand back and forth across the keys so it made a range of notes.

You both loved the way you flirted with one another. Not so much in an overt sexually charged way but in a more tongue-in-cheek way.

"You're sweet, Goose. But I know it's all just a pipe dream." You sigh.

"Why do you say that?" He asks, softly, eyes still on the keys.

A beat of silence passes between the two of you.

"You know why." You replied.

"It doesn't have to be that way, Y/N." Goose replied.

Something about the way he spoke and the soft melody he was now playing made your heart feel like it was melting.

Changing the subject, you glanced at your watch and said you better get going but he gently touched your arm, stopping you.

"Wait," Goose said. "C'mere. I wanna show you something."

He patted his lap.

You raise an eyebrow. "What?"

"C'mere," Goose repeated, smiling. "This won't take long, I swear."

He pushes the bench back a little bit so you could stand up and sit on his lap.

You shoot him a quizzical look as you settled yourself on his lap. You feel butterflies dance in your stomach as he pulls you closer and his arms cover yours.

"This will be your first piano lesson." Goose tells you.

You laughed and turn to look back at him. "What?! Are you serious?"

"Don't worry, honey, it will be a freebie lesson. After that, I'm afraid I'll have to start charging. A guy's gotta eat, ya know?"

You can't help but giggle as Goose reminds you that you had just mentioned how you always wanted to learn an instrument.

"Yeah, but not right now!" You exclaimed.

"Oh, hush," Goose replied. "You're being a very difficult student to work with, young lady."

He turns you back so you are facing the piano. He places your fingers on the keys and rests his hands on top of yours.

He leans his head over your right shoulder and guides you on which keys to play. You can feel his breath hot in your ear.

The notes you make don't sound nearly as good as when Goose plays.

"That's all right, darlin,'" He coaxed. "It's a little awkward your first time but you practice enough and it will come more naturally."

He really didn't intend that as innuendo but you both catch it and chuckle.

Goose worked the pedal below while you kept trying the keys he taught.

"I'm no good at this," You comment.

"Here, let me show you."

Goose takes your hands off the keys but makes no indication that he wants you to get up so you stayed seated in his lap.

His arms flanked around yours and he shifted his body to scoot closer to the piano and you could feel his chest flush against your back. You caught a faint whiff of his woodsy cologne.

He started to play but he wasn't playing the same thing as before.

Gradually, you recognized the tune and it all started to click.

"Wise men say/Only fools rush in/But I can't help/Falling in love with you."

Goose sang softly in your ear.

You didn't realize you were holding your breath until you let out a sigh.

Sitting there in Goose's lap with his arms around you, the warmth of his body heat, his smooth singing voice serenading you, it felt so good. You felt warm, safe, and loved. Things you hadn't felt from anybody in a long time.

As Goose continued to sing, you closed your eyes and surrendered to the moment. Soon he was slowly rocking you side to side to the music. His face was so close to yours, you could feel his mustache brush against your skin.

"Take my hand/Take my whole life, too/For I can't help/Falling in love with you."

Goose finished singing and you both sat very still for a moment. Slowly, you twisted around to face him. He lifted his aviators up and rested them on top of his head. Your noses were practically touching. You were both staring at each other's lips. You both were breathing heavily.

You both wanted to say something but couldn't. You felt your bottom lip tremble but whether it was from anxiety or anticipation, you weren't sure.

Goose reached up and pressed his thumb to your lips and brushed it back and forth. Just when you felt like you couldn't stand it any longer, he leaned in and your eyes closed anticipating his kiss.

"Hey, Bradshaw!"

The voice of the restaurant manager made the two of you jump. It gave you such a jolt of surprise that you accidentally tipped backwards, catching yourself on the piano keys, resulting in a medley of sour notes. Goose reached out and helped you steady yourself.

"Are you gonna turn my waitress loose any time this year?"

The manager joked. He was a friendly, middle aged man.

"Dinner crowd's gonna be coming in shortly." He explained, his head sticking out from the kitchen door.

You watched as a range of emotions crossed Goose's face as he tried to pull himself together. He also had got lost in the moment before and had forgotten where he was. It was such an easy thing to do for both of you when you spent time together. He swore under his breath.

"Uh, yeah!" Goose called out your boss. "Sure thing, man! She's all yours."

Goose reluctantly released you. The piano bench made a scraping noise across the title as he pushed away from the instrument to allow you to stand up.

You gathered your purse and turned back to Goose. He remained seated on the bench, looking up at you with wide brown eyes.

"Thanks for the piano lesson, Goose," You tell him. "I gotta get to work now. See you around."

"Y/N, wait."

You shake your head no and started to move away as he stood up.

"No. I'm sorry, Nick."

Was it your imagination or did your voice just crack when you said his real name? It must have because you noticed the change in Goose's face. His brown eyes, reflecting concern. You both knew you only called him by his real name when you were being serious.

"I'll come back." Goose said. "Later. Tonight. When you're off."

You sigh. "That...That wouldn't be a very good idea. "

Goose inhaled and exhaled a very audible sigh of frustration.

"Your boyfriend? Is he coming back?"

You nodded.

"Look, I just don't want there to be any trouble..."

"Trouble?!" Goose repeated. He motioned to himself, trying to lighten the mood.

"C'mon. Do I honestly look like trouble?"

There was a beat and he added:

"OK, so I DO look like trouble but that's only when I'm with Maverick. He's a bad influence on me. Other than that I'm an angel, baby, I swear." He made a show of crossing his heart.

"Yes," You chuckle. "Yes, you are, Goose."

Damn this man, you thought. Damn this irresistibly charming, handsome and heartwarming man.

"Go to work, honey," Goose said. "I'll come back. "

...

Shit. Goose thought. The chance was right there and if it hadn't been for the worst timing in the world from your manager, you two would have kissed. One thing was made crystal clear: you felt the same way he did.

Goose never thought of himself as the type that would deliberately swipe another guy's girl. Tonight that was going to change. His reasons were valid. He was coming back and he didn't care if it started "trouble" or not. He wasn't afraid of your boyfriend and you shouldn't be either. You deserved better and he was going to give it to you. He was going to make you his.

All throughout your shift you couldn't get your mind off of Goose and the almost kiss you had with him at the piano. You kept replaying the scene over and over in your head. Oh God, how much you wanted him. And he wanted you, too. You told him not to come back but you hoped he wouldn't listen.

Please come back, Goosey. Baby, please.

You clocked out and when you walked out into the dining room, you felt your heart soar like a F-14 launched off the catapult.

Goose was waiting for you.

"Hey," He said, smiling. "I'm back."

"I see that." You said.

You wanted to run to him. You wanted to jump in his arms and plant kisses all over his pretty face but you restrained yourself.

He offered you his arm.

"C'mere. Walk with me awhile."

You walked together down to the pier. The night had a warm, balmy breeze. You both stopped along side the railing looking out at the twinkling lights of the passing boats.

"He's coming back to pick me up." You blurted, referring to your boyfriend. You were looking to break the awkward silence. You turned to face Goose.

"He's taking me on a date," You explain.

Goose only nodded and listened to you explain how your boyfriend had been asking you to move in with him. He had been starting to get very adamant it and it was causing problems, among other things.

"Does he hit you?" Goose asked, carefully.

You shook your head no.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N. You can tell me. You know that."

"I would never lie to you, Goose. You know that."

Goose nodded.

"I know you wouldn't, baby."

There was something about the way he said that. It was so firm yet so warm and gentle. You felt your eyes well up with tears. You managed to kept them at bay.

"Look, Y/N," Goose started. You wondered if you were finally going to discuss what almost happened at the piano earlier.

"Do me a favor." Goose stated, taking your hands in his.

He hesitated before looking you square in the eyes.

"Don't go on that date."

You stood there for a moment, holding hands and eye contact.

You felt your bottom lip tremble again.

"Why?" It was all you could manage to squeak out.

"You know why."

Goose reached up and brushed his thumb across your lip.

You couldn't take it anymore.

"Say it."

To your surprise, Goose shook his head no.

"Say it," You demand. "Say it, Nick! Say it!"

Goose kept shaking his head.

"No, honey. I'm done talking."

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. You immediately surrendered to his embrace. Your hands were moving all over each other. He pulled you as flush as he could to his body. You let your hands slide up his sides, over his neck and into his hair. You had wondered before what kind of kisser he would be. He did not disappoint. His tongue danced with yours over and over in the most tender and loving way. A moan escaped from your mouth and Goose squeezed you tighter.

Goose reluctantly released you when it became necessary to breathe again.

Your eyes fluttered open. You both were panting steadily.

"Oh, Goosey," You whispered.

You hugged him again, pressing your face into his chest. You felt his arms wrap around you, feeling like a cozy blanket .

"Talk to me, honey," He soothed. "What is it?"

"I've made so many mistakes in my past." You told him. "I'm not proud of the things I've done."

Just thinking about your life back in L.A. made you want to cringe.

You looked at the gold cross that he wore on a short chain around his neck next to his dog tags. You reached up and rubbed the pendant between your fingers.

"I used to go church," You said, not sure why you were telling him this. "I used to be a good girl. Once upon a time. You're such a good man. You should get yourself a nice church girl, Goose. A good girl."

Goose cupped your chin and tilted your head to make you look up at him.

"I don't need to do that. I already got a good girl."

You were both smiling when he leaned down and kissed you again. He wanted to communicate through the kiss. He wanted you to know nobody was perfect, everybody has made mistakes, it didn't matter what your past was, the time was now and that's all that mattered.

The kiss was abruptly interrupted when a booming voice from behind said your name.

"Y/N?! What the HELL is going on?!"

You froze stiff. Goose immediately pulled you off to his side, moving in a defensive position in front of you. His protective mode had been activated.

There was your boyfriend, standing there just a few feet away.

He was shooting daggers at you with his eyes.

"I've been looking all over for you. Your boss said you left thirty minutes ago?!"

His glare found Goose.

"And who the fuck is this clown?!" He was looking at the aviator but speaking to you.

You felt your stomach knot with fear. You didn't want there to be a scene. You didn't want anyone to get hurt.

"No, no, no, pal," Goose answered, waving his index finger, voice dripping with sarcasm. "There's only one Bozo around here and it ain't me."

Your boyfriend put his hands on his hips and squinted his eyes.

"Oh, a real funny guy, huh? We'll see what's funny when I knock that shit-eating grin off your face."

You clutched Goose's arm. He looked back at you and touched your hand, reassuring you it was OK.

Turning back, Goose could only find amusement in the situation. Guys like your boyfriend were a dime a dozen. Their bark was always worse than their bite.

"Y/N, I asked YOU a question." Your boyfriend spat.

"He's my friend," You simply said.

Your boyfriend moved closer. Spotting Goose's dog tags, he scoffed.

"He’s one of those squids, huh? I should have known. Boy, you'd really screw anyone, won't you? All right, you had your fun. Come on. Let's go."

He had the audacity to stick out his hand, expecting you to take it.

You shook your head.

"No."

Your boyfriend's eyes widened with disbelief.

"What?!" He was not accustomed to being denied.

"No," You repeated, much louder. "I said no!"

Goose felt his heart swell with pride at your new found confidence.

Your boyfriend let his arm drop. He threw up his arms in frustration.

"I can't believe this bullshit!"

"Believe it, brother," Goose gloated. "You heard the lady. She doesn't want you anymore."

"Hey, asshole, " Your boyfriend pointed his finger at Goose. "Nobody is talking to you!"

"Yeah, well, I AM talking to you," Goose quipped. There was an edge to his voice he didn't use very often but he still maintained his composure.

He knew nothing made a pissed off person more angry than someone who wouldn't take the bait.

"She doesn't want you here. I don't want you here. That gives you one option: Go away and don't come around ever again."

Your boyfriend edged closer. To your surprise, Goose did the same.

With the two men standing in front of each other, you noticed how Goose was taller than your boyfriend. Goose had his shoulders squared and his chest was puffed out like a peacock. He wasn't exactly a super buff guy but he did have a decent build.

You watched in awe at the display in front of you. You never had two guys fighting over you before.

"Oh, yeah?" Your boyfriend whined, peering up at Goose. "What are you gonna do about it if I don't, hot shot?!"

Goose grinned so wickedly it was almost a little unnerving. He started chuckling. "What am I gonna do?! What am I gonna do?! " He mocked.

He began cracking up.

He turned around to you and called out: "Hey, Y/N! Your boyfriend here wants to know what I'm gonna do!"

You thought maybe Goose suddenly lost his marbles and your boyfriend looked just as perplexed.

Just as quickly as he started, Goose stopped laughing, turned back and violently snatched your boyfriend by his shirt collar, catching him completely off guard, lifting him off the ground. The action made your boyfriend yelp and you audibly gasp.

"Fuck around and find out." Goose told him, very matter-of-factly.

He released your boyfriend without warning and the man stumbled upon impact with the ground.

He looked visibly shaken up. You suddenly laughed. Mostly at yourself at why you let him bully you for so long. You walked over and defiantly linked arms with Goose.

Your boyfriend's panicked eyes flickered back and forth between you and Goose. You both waited to see what he would do next.

Nostrils flaring, he yelled: "Fine! Fuck it! You can have her, man. I was about done with her ass anyway." He told Goose.

He shot one more glare at you. "Fuck you, bitch!"

The last thing he saw was Goose's fist coming toward his face. It connected with his nose so hard it sent him flying backwards. He fell flat on his back on the pier, knocked out cold.

You gasped and turned to Goose. He was groaning, flexing his hand, rubbing his knuckles, trying to relieve the pain.

"I hate it when it does that!" He said, humorously, as if his hand had a mind of it’s own.

"I don't take it very well when somebody talks to my girlfriend like that."

You looked from your new boyfriend to your now ex-boyfriend laying splayed out.

"Is he going to be all right?"

Goose shrugged.

"I suppose so. Don't worry. He's still breathing. He'll walk it off. C'mon, let me take you home."

...

You walked back to the restaurant parking lot with your arms wrapped around each other's waist.

"I didn't know you could fight like that." You said, curiously.

"Yeah, I used to box a little bit while I was in Annapolis." Goose explained.

"I gave it up because I didn't want to screw up my hands. I like playing the piano more than boxing. It's good to know I still got it, though!"

You give him a sultry glance.

"I got to admit it was pretty hot." You give him a nudge.

Goose laughed and made a playful growl in your ear which made you giggle.

"That get your motor going, baby? I'll have to remember that."

"You're a little bit of a lover and a fighter, huh?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

As you reached the parking lot, there was one burning question still on his mind.

"Can I ask you a really, really random question?"

"Shoot." You reply.

"You used to do some modeling, right? Back in L.A.?"

"Yes?"

You both stop walking when you reach Goose's car.

He chuckled nervously while he scratched the back of his head.

"So were you ever in a magazine? By any chance?"

You laughed and regard him curiously. You folded your arms across your chest and gave him a pointed look.

"What kind of magazine are we talking about?"

" Hehehe... " He chuckled. He wonders if he's going to regret this but he just has to know.

"You know," He said. "A girlie magazine?"

Your mouth opens in surprise but you're not upset. It was actually quite funny.

You pretend to be flattered. You clasped your hands over your heart and bat your eyelashes.

"Oh, Goosey." You fake some sniffles. "It's so sweet of you to say that! That's always been a dream of mine ever since I was a little girl. To be the centerfold in a girlie magazine."

You then burst out with laughter.

"No, I was never in anything like that! Where on earth did you get an idea like that?!"

Goose was cackling with you.

"I'm sorry, honey! I honestly don't know where that idea came from."

I knew those idiots in the Miramar locker room were full of shit! Goose thought.

This time you took the lead and kissed him.

"I love you, Goose."

"I love you more, honey."

He held you in his arms not wanting to ever let you go.

"You know, Y/N," Goose started.

"I happen to have a really great Polaroid camera." His voice had a hint of mischief in it.

You smiled, slyly.

"That's nice. Any particular reason why you're telling me this, Goose?"

He shook his head.

"Nope! No reason at all! I just thought you'd be interested in that little tid-bit."

"Uh-huh." You clicked.

Goose opened the passenger door for you. Before you slid inside the car, you told him that he could show his camera to you "on the trip".

"What trip?" Goose asked.

You smiled. "Our trip to Hawaii, of course."

Goose laughed.

"Great Balls of Fire!"

#top gun #top gun 1986 #nick goose bradshaw #goose #goose x reader #nick goose bradshaw x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #reader insert #x female reader #bless you if you read all this b/c it's kind of long ❤

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worldofheroes · 1 year

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Something Different

nick “goose” bradshaw x reader

summary: you strike up conversation with a lonely looking military man, and you can’t help but fall for him.

warnings: fluff

wc: 905

a/n: I wrote this in like an hour, so it could be better tbh

Even though you’re with your friends at the bar, you don’t pay attention to the conversation. Instead, you’re watching the aviators that have just walked in and gathered at the bar, ordering their first drinks.

Shortly after everyone receives their beer, they disperse, except for one, who looks like a lost puppy.

You look over to your friends, who are still chatting away and haven’t even noticed that you haven’t said anything for the past 15 minutes. You get up and head over to the man at the bar.

“This seat taken?” you ask, sitting down next to him.

“Well it is now,” the man says, flashing you a smile.

“Couldn’t help but notice your buddies left you looking like some sad, lost puppy over here.”

“Well, they live life much differently than me.”

“Oh? How so?”

“They’re more concerned about quantity and I prefer quality,” he says, smiling again. “I’m Goose.”

“Goose?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Well, if you look here,” Goose says, pointing to his wings, “I’m an aviator. Naval aviator, actually. Goose is my callsign. The name’s Nick.”

“A pilot, huh?”

“I’m actually a RIO,” Goose admits.

You place an elbow on the bartop, placing your chin in your hand. “Aren’t RIOs the smart ones?”

Goose smiles again. You love his smile.

“If that’s what you think, then yes, RIOs are the smart ones.”

You smile at Goose. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

“Y/n,” Goose says, almost like he’s testing it out. “I like that. Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“I like the sound of that,” he says, turning to get the bartender’s attention.

You and Goose continue to talk, and the two of you are getting along great.

“Goose!” someone calls out.

Goose looks over your shoulder, and you glance over your shoulder as the person comes into view.

“Hey Mav,” Goose says.

“Hi there,” Maverick says to you, flashing a smile.

“Hi,” you say shyly.

“What do you want, Mav?” Goose asks, with a hint of annoyance.

“I’m headed out,” he tells Goose.

“Isn’t it early for you?”

“I have something to attend to.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Goose says, making eye contact with you then rolling his eyes. You giggle at his response.

“Good luck tonight,” Maverick says as he walks away.

“I’m so sorry,” Goose says. “He’s still learning his manners.”

You shrug. “But it’s just us again,” you say, placing a hand on Goose’s knee.

He looks down at your hand then back to you.

“Say, why don’t we go somewhere a little more quiet?” Goose asks.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t want to be too forward, but what about my place?”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Hey, quality over quantity, remember?” Goose says, raising his hands up innocently.

You think for a moment, and Goose is watching you intently.

“Alright,” you agree. “But I’m not afraid to throw punches if necessary.”

“I would never, honey,” Goose says, standing up and offering his hand.

You look at Goose’s hand and then back at Goose. He gives you an encouraging smile, and you take his hand.

He leads you out of the bar and to his blue Bronco.

When you get to his place, he jumps out and comes around to open your door.

“A real gentleman,” you say, somewhat teasing.

“Just want to show you I’m serious and not all talk,” Goose says, motioning for you to go first to the door.

The two of you sit on Goose’s couch, and quite literally talk the night away. You also find yourself inching closer to Goose throughout the night.

Soon, you’re lying between Goose’s legs, back against his chest, and his arms wrapped around your waist.

You can’t help the yawn that slips out.

“I’m sorry,” you say, slightly embarrassed. “What time is it anyway?”

Goose looks at his watch. “Looks like it’s almost 2.”

“Are you serious?”

He shows you his watch and sure enough, almost 2.

“I should get going, then,” you say, shuffling to get off the couch.

Goose stays where he was.

“Would it be wrong to ask you to stay the night?”

You look over at Goose. His face is soft, caring.

“I don’t know, Goose,” you say, breaking eye contact.

“That’s alright, I can drive you home,” Goose says, standing up from the couch and walking to get his keys.

“Wait,” you say.

Goose stops, pauses, and turns.

You walk up to him and take his hands in yours. “I haven’t had a genuine interaction like this with a man in so long,” you begin.

Goose raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t know how to say it, but you’re different, Goose. And I like that. I like you,” you say.

“Go on,” Goose says with a smile.

You roll your eyes and grab the collar of his shirt, bringing him closer to you. You pause for just a second before you crash your lips against his.

Goose carefully places his hands on your hips, bringing you closer and deepening the kiss.

After a moment, the two of you pull away, but your foreheads touch.

“I like you too, Y/n. So why don’t you stay the night?” Goose whispers.

“It’s practically tomorrow morning, so I think I already did,” you smile.

Goose smiles back and takes you to the bedroom, where you crawl in bed, cuddle Goose, and fall asleep.

#top gun 1986 #nick goose bradshaw x reader #nick bradshaw x reader #goose x reader #goose bradshaw x reader #top gun x reader #top gun imagine #nick bradshaw imagine #goose bradshaw imagine #top gun

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The Good, The Bad, and The Working on It Prequel

Pairing: (Future Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mom!Reader

Characters: (Future Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Mom!Reader, Penny Benjamin, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Javy “Coyote” Machado, Cody and Marty (bartenders)

Briefly mentioned: Amelia Benjamin, Maryanne and Edwin (the kiddos), Robert “Bob” Floyd

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of past issues with the other parent, brief thoughts of harm coming to a person, Edwin is a mama’s boy

Word Count: 3,080

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You sigh, your social battery is running low. You feel like you’ve been at the hard deck for hours when it’s only been, maybe two. You don’t want to look at the clock and get annoyed when you see what time it is.

It’s just one of those days when all you want to do is go home and take a nap with the kids (even though your girl, Maryanne probably wouldn’t stay still long enough to enjoy a nap). You know for a fact your boy, Edwin would want nothing more than to nap with you (oh, how you love your mama’s boy).

The door slams shut; howls of laughter fill the nearest corner.

You take a deep breath and put on your best customer service smile and make sure your voice doesn’t waver, not wanting anyone to know how tired you are. As you refill another customer's drink, you glance around the room not letting your smile fall. ‘The pilots are here. Great.’

Penny stands beside you, also watching the group pilots. “You ready for the next rush?” she asks.

“As ready as I can be, Penny my dear.”

“Someone’s tired.”

“What does that mean?”

“You only use that nickname when you’re tired. Do you want to take your break now?”

You turn to her, “and leave you alone? No, I’d rather not have feeling bad checked off on what I feel today.”

“It won’t be that bad. Plus, we have Marty and Cody working again which is why,” she leans closer to you, whispering, “we haven’t had to do any of the heavy lifting.”

That gets you to crack a smile. “Okay, okay. After they get their drinks, I’ll head into the back and start doing inventory, yeah?”

“That’s not a break.”

“It could be considered a break to some.”

“I’m not a part of that group.”

“Obviously.”

“Ladies.” You two turn to see Penny’s boy toy (you like to tease her from time to time), Pete sitting there with a smile stretching across his lips.

“Pete.” “Pete.” The two of you say with two obvious tones.

“Penny,” he nods before glancing over at you. “You doing, okay?”

You sigh, throwing the rag on the bar top. “Why does everybody keep asking me that? I’m fine. I’m good. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Okay, okay. I won’t ask again. How are the-”

“A round of beers and a soda.”

“With beer nuts!”

“And a thing of beer nuts, thanks,” the blond orders without looking up from his phone.

You tilt your head, not appreciating his tone and look over at Penny, nodding your head at him.

She gestures for you to take care of him as a customer calls her over by name.

You pat the edge of the bar top, “I’ll get your drink in a second, Pete. I gotta take care of this real quick.”

“Take your time, I’ve got all night.”

You smile, grabbing the beers, setting them on the counter in front of the blond. “Date night, is it?”

“Maybe.”

“Don’t keep her out too late. You know, Penny will be off in Pete land that she forgets to actually text Amelia and I’m the go to information person when you two are out.”

“Don’t worry, tonight will be movie night with my two girls.”

You set the beer nuts beside the drinks and smile at Pete. “Aw, that’s too cute but how are you gonna pick a movie? You know Penny likes those action movies while Amelia prefers something with a little more comedy.”

“That’s why I’ll be out getting dinner.”

“Oh,” you chuckle through your nose, “so, you’re gonna let the two hash it out.”

“I wouldn’t phrase it like that.”

“That’s exactly what you’re doing.” You turn back to the occupied pilot in front of you. “Excuse me?”

He hums.

“I’d prefer it if you actually looked at me when I'm talking to you.”

He lifts his head and loses his breath (which you don’t know). “Well,” he smirks, preparing to lay his charm on you.

“No,” you shake your head. “Don’t try that, it won’t work. Is this going on a tab or am I taking your money now?”

“Straight to the point.” He gulps, a nervous smile takes place, all confidence he had a second ago disappeared. “I- I’ll do a tab.”

“Name?”

“Jake.”

“Hangman, hurry up man!”

“Or Hangman, I take it?” You glance up at him through your lashes.

He nods, “it’s a likely possibility.”

“Better take your drinks and snacks over there before your friends get too rowdy.”

“Right.” He grabs all the drinks and works and holding the beer nuts (for Bob). “Thanks again.”

“Yep.” You serve a small group of people before pouring Pete his drink. “You got something you want to say Pete?”

Jake glances over at the bar, not looking for anyone in particular (lie) and his gaze happens to fall on you.

He watches as you and Pete talk, wondering how you know his former teacher.

“Me? No,” he shakes his head, “no.”

“Sure, you don’t.”

“I- are you sure you’re, okay?”

“Honestly?”

“I’d prefer it and I think it would be good for you.”

“It’s that time.”

“Time for?”

“The time he decided he didn’t want to be a part of our life anymore, when he walked out on us.”

“Oh, why didn’t you say anything?”

Jake may not know you, but he does want to, so he can make sure you don’t look this upset again (if only he knew what the future entailed).

“I’m not going to make my pity party anybody’s business.”

“It’s not a pity party, you know you have a right to be upset.”

“I do but I also feel like I should have moved on from this. It’s been- what, six- almost seven years now?”

“Grief and heartache don’t heal fast enough for everyone.”

You close your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think-”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I mean I still miss them, and our situations may be different but what we feel is the same. You just gotta take your time. No one will judge you for that.”

You chuckle, wiping the corner of your eyes. “When did you get so wise?”

“I didn’t. I just remember a lot of words.”

“And Penny wonders why I worry about the two of you?”

“Now that was uncalled for.”

“But I’m not wrong.” You breathe out a deep sigh, “thank you, Pete.”

He nods, lifting his drink to take a sip.

You close your eyes, taking a few seconds to gather yourself enough to pass by the customers. You pat Cody’s arm, telling him to take over while you do inventory.

“You can do this,” you whisper to yourself. “You can do this.”

You grab the clipboard off the desk and start your new task.

“Bars closing in an hour,” Marty informs you as he grabs a box of liquor. “Okay- wait- wait- how much of that do we have left?”

“I think this is the last of it.”

“Thank you!”

“No problem.”

You set the clipboard back onto Penny’s desk and exit the back room.

“Hey, Peggy Sue.”

Penny shakes her head, “you’re never going to give up with that nickname, are you?” She sets the clean glass back in its proper place.

You shake your head, “never.”

“Alright then.”

“If you want to leave early, you can. I’ve got this.”

“Are you sure?” She glances over at the clock.

“It’s only gonna be roughly fourth five minutes before you need to leave. I can ever lock up.”

“Are you sure? You’ll be completely alone.”

You nod, “I got this.”

“Thank you, my dear.” She comes around the bar, hugging you tightly. “Thank you.”

You chuckle, awkwardly patting her arm, “go, go. You’ll have fun and that’s all that matters.”

“You swear you don’t have to go home early? Mary and Eddie are doing alright?”

“They’re fine. Maryanne is at a friend’s house for a sleepover, all set to be picked up in the morning and Edwin is at home with the babysitter.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’m going. I’m going.”

You double check the doors, make sure the tables and bar are wiped down, the information for the next order is ready.

“All set,” you whisper. “Time to lock up and hit the road.” You grab your purse and pull out your keys while you hum “hit the road jack”.

There’s the click and you set the work keys back in your purse.

The gravel crunching beneath the stranger’s shoes puts you on high alert. You place your keys between your fingers. “Whoever it is, you should know to turn around and go back where you came from before you get an ass kicking.”

“Uh- shit- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to alarm you or anything.”

You turn around to find the cocky pilot.

“I just- I felt I should apologize for the way I acted earlier. I shouldn’t have done that. Lord knows I was taught better than that.”

“And you thought waiting until it was late at night, waiting for who knows how long to apologize.”

“Who’s to say I didn’t want to wait until her next shift to talk to a pretty lady?”

Your brows rise slightly, “oh?”

“Could I- would it be alright if I asked for your number?”

“You sure move fast, don’t you?”

He straightens his posture. “I didn’t hear a no.”

“I guess you didn’t but, how do I know you won’t send me graphic and inappropriate pictures?”

“I won’t send you anything you wouldn’t enjoy.”

You gasp, throwing your head break as you chuckle.

He finds himself smiling, feeling better now than he did before.

“If I give you my number, do you promise not to stalk me?”

“I was gonna ask the same thing.”

“Okay, jokester. Give me your phone.” You hold your hand out for him to set his phone in your hand.

“Woah, hey now.”

“What?”

“We’ve just met. How do I know you won’t run off with my phone the second you get it?”

“Do I look like the kind of person to do that?”

He shrugs, “no, but you never know.”

“Okay,” you pull your phone out of your pocket, “we trade on the count of three. We say one, two, three then we trade. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“One. Two. Three.”

You return the others phone almost as fast as you got them.

“Jake?”

“Yep.”

The corners of your mouth twitch slightly, tugging upwards hard enough for someone to tell if you’re smiling unless they were looking at you (which he was). “Cute but I don’t think it fits with your whole “cocky, I could careless” attitude.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, “you caught that.”

“Mm-hmm, kind of hard not to.”

“Right,” he mutters, averting his gaze from yours.

You’ve seen him around the bar, honestly all the pilots but more so him but he usually has some random woman around his arm, and it’s never been the same one.

“Are you okay?” You ask with a concerned tone.

“What?” Your question catches him off guard.

“Are you okay?”

“I,” he pauses, trying to come up with an answer maybe the same answer he’s been giving everyone, but he doesn’t want to lie to you. “Why do you ask?”

“You seemed distracted today and there was no young thing hanging off your arm, giggling at everything you say.”

One corner of his lips tugs upwards. “Didn’t realize you noticed about me.”

You tilt your head, staring at him with a raised brow (giving him the “mom” look like Maryanne says), “that’s not an answer.”

“Is pass an option?”

You sigh, “if you don’t want to answer the question that’s fine but I need to-”

“No, no. I’m sorry. I- I did have a “date”,” he says with a grimaced expression. “But they had to cancel which felt like a huge relief and I’ve never felt that way. Ever. I just- I also haven’t felt like this...”

“Let me guess, ever?”

He nods, chuckling, “yep.”

“Can I ask you something without you getting upset?”

“Fire away.” The nickname sweetheart sits on the tip of his tongue.

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Go out with a bunch of different women whenever you’re back here. I mean- I thought- wouldn't you want to be with one person who could support you and be there for you whenever. You know you would have someone who knows who well enough to help you after you come home from a- a mission whether it was a good one or a bad one. You wouldn’t have to ask because you’d already have that support. I- uh- I just realized I'm rambling about something that is not my business. I’m sorry.”

Jake shakes his head, “no, no. It’s okay. Honestly, it’s kind of refreshing. No one’s asked me before. I- sometimes I do think about that, but I don’t think it’s going to happen for me.”

You furrow your brows, “why?”

“Have you met me? All people see is the asshole Hangman who leaves his teammates behind. Why would that guy find someone to be by his side?”

“Has anyone else seen the other parts of you or are you so programmed to be an asshole that you can’t?”

He says nothing.

Your phone buzzes, you turn it on to find that Maryanne asking if you’re home yet because Edwin stole the babysitter’s phone to call her asking the same question. He’s not going to sleep until your home.

“I’m gonna take it that your silence means you’re so programmed to be an asshole which sucks but if you try to be less of that “Hangman asshole” maybe you’d find something unexpected. I also have to go. Keep this conversation in mind, alright? Later, Jake.”

He nods, watching as you run to your car, hair swaying side to side.

After your car exits the parking lot, he realizes he’s alone... again and heads to his own car, making his way home.

Therapist Bartender

Ik you didn’t ask but I made it home 2:46am Sent Read

You throw your head back against the pillows, finding yourself cringing at your text until the dimming light becomes bright again.

Jake (From the Bar)

I was going to ask but looks like you beat me to it 2:46am Sent Read

You don’t realize it but you’re smiling as you text him, the same goes for Jake.

Therapist Bartender

Guess I’m in your head… oh and there are the provocative pictures 2:48am Sent Read

Jake (From the Bar)

You think you’re funny, don’t you? 2:49am Sent Read

Therapist Bartender

*Shrug woman emoji* I try 2:49am Sent Read

Therapist Bartender

Am I making your night better with my terrible humor? 2:50am Sent Read

Jake (From the Bar)

You have no idea 2:51am Sent Read

You cover your mouth when you yawn, you’re so tired but you don’t want to stop talking to him. You can’t fight it anymore.

Therapist Bartender

I’m gonna have to put this on pause or else you’ll be talking to a sleeping person lol 2:55am Sent Read

Jake (From the Bar)

If we must 2:55am Sent Read

Jake (From the Bar)

Goodnight sweetheart 2:57am Sent Read

The next night Jake and the others come into the hard deck for some fun, none of them have a mission coming up soon so they figured why not actually enjoy the night and drink until they can’t anymore at their favorite bar.

“How was the sleepover?” asks Penny.

“Maryanne had a blast,” you answer with a smile.

No one quite knows what’s happened to you, but no one is certainly going to question it.

“That’s good to hear. I know you were a little out of it and were worried how she was going to be. Believe it or not, I was the same way with Amelia.”

“I’m gonna with or not.”

“Oh, don’t be like that.”

You laugh as you move towards the end of the bar, serving a customer.

Jake offers to get the first round of drinks.

He starts walking towards the bar, spotting you almost immediately.

You offer a wave with a small smile.

He waves back and almost bumps into someone right after.

You cover your mouth, not wanting him to see.

He shakes his head; you know he sees you “trying” not to laugh at him but neither of you care. “Hey,” you greet, leaning on the bar top.

“Hey back to you.”

“You gonna order something?”

“Is staring at the therapist bartender not on the menu tonight?”

You scoff, “flirting will get you nowhere.”

Natasha smacks Javy’s arm.

“What?” He asks, rubbing his arm.

“When did he get close with the bartender?”

“I- oh. Oh,” Javy starts chuckling.

“What?”

“I don’t know they got close, but it looks like he’s got a crush.”

“Are you serious?” She asks with a smirk stretching across her lips.

“Big time.”

“How much you wanna bet?”

“Not now,” he shakes his head.

She tilts her head and furrows her brows, “why not now?”

“He won’t make a move for a long time.”

She shakes her head, lining up her shot. “I may not be betting on Bagman, but I just made fifty off your dumbass.”

“That’s cheating!”

“It’s not cheating if I play by the rules.”

Javy narrows his eyes at her. “Double or nothing.”

“You’re on.”

“I think flirting is giving me all that I want.”

“And what’s that, Jake from the bar?”

“A few more seconds to talk to you.”

You click your tongue, “you’re good I’ll give you that. A round of beers plus a soda and beer nuts, right?”

“You remembered. Does this mean I’m your favorite?”

You shake your head, “no.”

He grabs the order, “you’re breakin’ my heart, sweetheart.”

“Have fun, Jake.”

He walks away with a satisfied smile on his face.

Penny stands beside you with her hands on her hips, “what was that?”

“That was nothing.”

“That was not nothing.”

“I work to do. Bye Penny!” You move to the end of the bar as quick as you can, catching Jake’s eye.

He raises his beer to you; you nod and resume with your previous activities.

“When’s the wedding?” Bradley asks.

“I’m not listening to you, Chicken.”

The pilots chuckle, knowing full well that Jake “Hangman” Seresin is completely smitten with you.

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You’re as Cold as Ice - Part 1

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader (iceman’s daughter)

Part 1 of upcoming series

(Definitely some angst in this one, kinda living for it though)

*this is my first imagine/fanfic (whatever you like to call it) in a really really long time. Most of my old writing was when I was 14 and writing abt Niall Horan so please bear with me 😂

She never thought that she’d ever have to come back to the North Island willingly. Though Phantom had thought of every possible way to get out of the mission, she knew that because of the standing of her father and that of her own, she wasn’t exactly able to deny the navy. Like there was even a real choice.

The last time anyone at seen her was Top Gun graduation, where she was of course, top of the class. Phantom took leave for an entire year after graduation and not many had heard from her ever since, except for a few friends and family of course. But even those interactions were limited. She had been on a few missions here and there, but it seemed as though she was living up to her call sign, Phantom. Being everywhere, but no where at the same time.

Phantom walked through the door of the Hard Deck, Sitting at the bar, trying to calm her wavering anxiety and put on the calm and collected facade she had been perfecting over the years. A certain dark haired woman was behind the bar, studying her and squinting her eyes while staring.

“Well, Well, Well. Looked what the tide washed in.” said a smiling Penny. Phantom chuckled and relaxed a bit. Penny Benjamin was always a sweet woman who acted like a second mother of sorts to all the woman who walked through her doors. She was one of the best.

“It’s great to see you, Penny” Phantom breathed, trying to keep her voice down.

“It’s great to see you too, heard about your combat kills. I believe congratulations are in order, Ace.” Penny said as she tipped her head to the pilot.

“Why Thank you” she said and smiled at the bartender. “Been tryna beat Maverick’s record for a while now. Man’s a fossil”

“Hey!” Said a familiar voice, just behind Penny.

Penny laughed and moved to the side to reveal

the only and Pete Mitchell, or Maverick, as many knew him by.

Phantom smirked and put her hands up “it was about time the Kazansky name held the record. Sorry, old timer”

Maverick put his hand to his heart and faked a shot to it “you wound me, kid.”

She laughed as she approached her ‘uncle mav’ and went up to hug him. Maverick pulled his goddaughter into a bone crushing hug and sighed.

“been a while, kid.”

“It’s been like 2 months, Mav”

“I swear it’s been longer!” He replied, making Penny laugh at the two.

Maverick pulled back from their hug and began whispering “where’s my sweet little sidekick?”

Phantom looked around quickly to make sure no one had heard Mav.

“He’s currently with grandma and grandpa, being smothered in love and candy” she said in a fake cheery voice while rolling her eyes at the candy part.

There had been a rumor when Phantom took her year long leave after graduation, about her being pregnant with a random guy’s baby.

The said rumor had turned 4 a couple months prior.

Only a handful of people knew she had a kid and only one person knew of who the father was. The one, of course, being Maverick.

“I’ll have to stop by sometime and see him. Kid’s getting too big, every time I see him I feel like he’s grown a foot” Maverick spoke sadly

She chuckled and put an arm around him

“I feel the same way. Feel like just yesterday I was pushing him out of m-“

“Don’t be gross, kid.” Phantom laughed at his comment and retreated to a seat next to him at the bar. As Penny poured her a beer, Phantom noticed quite a few khaki uniforms such as her own, scattered around the bar. Another cluster of them gathered in the back by the pool tables.

“I’m guessing you’re here for the mission.” She said as she took a sip of her beer.

Maverick sighed “You know your pops is always tryna help me out somehow.”

Phantom knew her father had a soft spot for her uncle Mav, and how her father was always saving his ass when he made huge mistakes.

“That I do know. But, he wouldn’t have picked you for this job if he didn’t think you could do it. You know that, Mav.” She looked over at him, expecting to have him looking at her, replying back, but instead she found him staring at the doors, not listening to the last few words she had spoken. Just as she looked at the door, someone walked through, Hawaiian shirt and all.

Rooster.

The one man she dreaded seeing. Of course she couldn’t act as she felt, for many reasons. But for just a second, she felt like she was back in time, 5 years ago, watching him with so much adoration and love. But just as the emotion came, it was gone. Filled with mostly anger, and a bit of sadness.

Maverick looked back at her to see her also looking at Rooster. He knew how she felt and what the history was between them. He wished he could offer some advice, but since Rooster wasn’t a big fan of him at the moment, he didn’t think he really should.

The pilot sighed and stayed silent until Phantom spoke again before taking a swig of her beer

“I wonder what would’ve happened, had he kept his dick in his pants.”

Maverick only shrugged and said in a low tone

“Maybe he would’ve made a great father.”

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #pete mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster imagine #rooster bradshaw imagine

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Topgun AU Ideas

As I was scrolling through the Topgun tag on AO3 the other night, I realized that I was starting to see the same tropes and AUs over & over again. And while not a bad thing at all, personally, I'm just starting to get a little bored of reading the same story over & over.

So I started thinking about what kind of AUs I would love to see in the Topgun fandom and then I started making a list and it kind of spiraled out of control. Oops. 😆

I now present to you all my somewhat organized list of AU ideas! And feel free to use them for any fandom, I was just thinking about Topgun as I came up with them all. It's also by no means an exhaustive list so I probably missed some obvious ones.

Military AU ideas: Pentagon/Joint Chiefs/White House Advisor (think The West Wing but for the military - this is the one I've been dying to see someone tackle!) Navy JAG NCIS Blue Angels Air Force Instead of Navy Astronauts/NASA Test Pilots Naval Academy Instructors Adversary/Aggressor Squadron Office of Naval Intelligence Sailors Instead of Pilots Submariners Instead of Pilots Naval Flight School Instructors (Aviation Preflight Indoctrination, Primary Flight Training, Intermediate Flight Training, and/ or Advanced Flight Training)

Character AU ideas: Natasha is Maverick's daughter/niece Bob is Maverick's son/nephew Natasha is Ice's daughter/niece Bob is Ice's son/nephew Maverick is Amelia's father Penny Is Also a Pilot Penny’s Father Is An Air Force General Obligatory Goose/Carole/Ice Lives AUs Maverick’s Dad/Mom Lives Any of the younger pilots is the kid of one of the other 86 boys

And a whole lot more under the cut!

American Historical AU ideas: Colonial/Revolutionary War Post-Revolutionary War Lewis & Clark War of 1812 Mexican-American War/The Alamo Wild West (good guys or bad guys) Organ Trail The Gold Rush (California or Alaska) Pony Express Civil War/Reconstruction Transcontinental Railway Cattle Drives Industrial Revolution/The Gilded Age WWI Bootleggers/Rum Runners/1920s Jazz Age Great Depression/Dust Bowl WWII Korean War Vietnam War 1950s/Greasers Moon Race/1960s NASA 1980s/The Cold War

Other Historical AU Ideas: Ancient Greece/Rome Middle Ages Renaissance Tudor Elizabethan Georgian Regency Napoleonic Victorian Edwardian

Fandom AUs: The West Wing Firefly The Avengers Agents of Shield Star Wars Star Trek Harry Potter Percy Jackson Ocean's 11 Mission Impossible Bourne Tom Clancy/Jack Ryan Jack Reacher John Wick Friends New Girl Supernatural How I Met Your Mother Chuck Downton Abbey CSI Jurassic Park Indiana Jones The Office Parks and Rec Pacific Rim

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happypopcornprincess · 2 years

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The Hating Game Part 2

Pictures 1, 3, and 4 are from interest, and picture 2 is from @parkjammys

Pairings -Joaquín Torres x Aviator!Reader (Enemies To Lovers)

Premise – The infamous rivalry between you and Joaquin Torres is well known on the base. He hates you and you hate him. After unlikely circumstances, you realize hating someone is disturbingly similar to falling in love with them

Warnings: Major Spoilers for The Hating Game Novel. (btw read the book it is too good <3) Strong language, suggestive language.

Note: I had no idea that I would make it a 2 parter but here we are! I kind of went on and on about the story after I saw top gun maverick and I decided I can't leave this as an angst fic, I NEEDED y/n and torres to have a happy ending! So here you go!

Credits to Sally Throne for the original story of The Hating Game that inspired this fic. Some scenes will be exclusively from the novel, others I will spin my way. I do not own anything, this is my interpretation of the novel with MCU characters.

A/N before y’all get crazy about some points, let me clarify. I did some digging and it is allowed to date while on duty for officers. But only if you are of the same rank. Dating officers under your rank or your superiors is not allowed and you can get suspended for it. It is also allowed to enroll in a university or college while in the army/navy/air force. I did my best for the accuracy in the story about the USAF, my only sources being google and Hollywood movies as I am not from the US so pardon me for any inaccuracies.

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PART 1 is here

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Saturday evening

For the tenth time that evening, you smooth down the dress you finally settled on after rummaging through your wardrobe. The red sundress you were wearing showed a bit of your cleavage, but not a lot. You threw on a denim jacket over it, for some reason you were feeling a bit chilly. The place Joaquin was talking about was an arcade bar that everyone in your base went to on weekends. It had all the arcade games from the 80s and 90s and served amazing drinks. You had been here once when you were a newbie at the base.

You stood outside the bar, 10 minutes early, just in case, debating over how this could turn south in so many ways. You might have to sit all night alone if Joaquin abandons you at the last minute. This could be a prank by him. Or maybe you just hallucinated this date and this wasn’t real.

“Whoa!” you hear his voice coming from behind you. You turn to see him standing behind you, looking stunned.

“You look amazing,” he says, his eyes focused on yours as he took you in. “You too look great.” You speak. You were not lying. He had a black Henley and an olive-green jacket on it, with jeans. Green really was his color. He looked really good in anything green.

“Shall we?” he extends his hand to you and you take it, following him inside the bar.

As soon as you entered, it felt like you were transported back to the early 90s. Neon lights flashed on the arcade games in the dim lighting, and the bar was in the middle of the room, hustling with people and bartenders serving them drinks. You could hear the closing notes of 'I Wanna Dance with Somebody' by Whitney Houston coming from somewhere. You turn to catch Joaquin looking at you with a smile on his face. He tries to hide it but it was too late. You slowly walk in front of him and shout, "Last Pac Man buys tequila shots!" before running away to the console. Not waiting to see how his face lights up watching you laughing and beating him to it.

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5th time. Your last coin. And one last chance.

The lever lifts up and you carefully land it on the panda plushie and it grabs it. You lift it up and it picks up the panda. And then drop it in the hole.

“YESSS!” you hear him shout and get covered in popcorn. You turn to see him shaking his popcorn bag around. You laughed with him as you picked up the panda plushie from the output vault and held it up like a trophy. Joaquin mockingly bows, “All hail, Y/N Y/L/N, the panda plushie conqueror.”

You laughed so hard you threw your head back. You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed so much. Your rivalry has been channeled into all the games you've played throughout the evening. Alien shooting, Pac-Man, Car Chase, Dancing, and now the plushie machine.

Score? You no longer keep track.

“I would have tried again but I’m all out of coins.” He shows you his empty pockets. “So am I," you reveal your pockets. He groans, “It’s just 9:30, I don’t want to go back.”

Your head was throbbing with pain for a while, but you thought it was because you had alcohol after a long time. You think for a sec and debate over what you were about to say, but the voice in your head was telling you to do it. So, you did. “I have an idea.” You say and smirk. “Oh! I’m listening.” He leans closer to you. “Let’s go!” this time, you dragged him out of the arcade. “Where are we going?” he asked you, halting halfway through the exit. “What? Don’t you trust me, Lieutenant Torres?”

He smiles at his feet, “Well, if you talk about that one time you stole my planner...” “I borrowed it for a short period of time to find out what secret notes you have in it!” “I don’t have any secrets” he shrugs. “Now you’re just lying” you start to walk out of the bar and he follows, “Let’s go!”

As you walk, no, run on the sidewalk, you don't have any destination in mind. You're focused on living the best life you can right then and there.

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As you stumble through the hallways, you almost giggle, but Joaquin shushed you with a finger on your lips. Even so, you giggled.

You headed to a liquor store, bought a bottle of bourbon, and walked around the town. After all, it was a small town with a US air force base, so it was a safe place.

You were beginning to think sharing a whole bottle of neat bourbon between you was a very silly idea. But the thrill running through your veins as you ran through the abandoned streets with him was nothing compared to what you were feeling right now. The throbbing in your head, and a twist in your stomach.

You open the door to your apartment and let him in. You stumble in and trip over something, falling down. Without missing a beat, he burst out into laughter and you flip him off. You get up, take off your jacket and crash on the sofa as he closes the door behind him. “That was the most fun I had in a while.” You say in a happy tone. “Same.” He says as he sits next to you. “Never thought I’d go out with you though.” “Ouch, Y/L/N!” he mockingly slaps his hand on his heart.

You laughed and sat in silence for a while before he sits up abruptly, “What time is it?” “11:45.” You say looking at your phone. He points his finger at you and sits back, “Told you I'd get you back before 11.” “We are 45 minutes late.” You laughed. “Still, I got you back, didn’t I?” he turns towards you and looks through his eyelashes. You sigh, “I really want you to drop that skincare routine. Your eyelashes are outrageously long." You look at him, shifting on the couch. He laughed and says., “Sure. It’s mud water and celery juice” “Ew! Gross!” you punch him on his arm and he laughs. He looks at you as you keep looking at him. His fingers caress yours on the couch and he scoots closer. Your heads were so close that you could see his beautiful eyes up close.

It’s just the alcohol, nothing else

“You should do that more.” You say. “What?” “Laugh. It’s cute.” You smile at him. In the low light of your living room, the light danced in his honey irises putting you in a trance. He looked ethereal.

Lord help me, I want to kiss him so badly!

But he clears his throat and looks away. “Well, it’s getting late. I’ll head out.” Before you could process what you were about to say, you blurt out, “You could crash at my place.” “We are at your house?" he asked, looking around bewildered. You take a deep breath, “wow, you are drunk drunk.” You stand up, “I’ll sleep here and you can take the bed.” “What! No, it’s your house-partment you will sleep on the floor” he slurred out the words, looking confused. “What did I just say?” "Nothing." You laugh and offer him your spare pillow and blanket.

What happened next was a blur in your mind. You remember stirring in the middle of the night to find yourself wearing something soft, and enveloped in a warm blanket. You hum as you sleep, not realizing you were wearing his jacket over your sundress.

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Next Morning

An agonizing pain erupted in your head as you woke up the next morning. You slowly sit up on the bed with a heavy feeling in your stomach. Last night’s hangover was hitting your body with full force, and you feel the contents inside you rise to your throat. You dash to the bathroom and make it just in time to throw up in the toilet.

Guess heavy drinking after a long time did not suit your body after all.

You feel a hand rubbing your back and you jump a bit, turning to see Joaquin standing behind you, gathering your hair away from your face. You throw up some more.

“Okay, that’s it, let it out,” he says as he gently rubs your back. After you were done, you sit on the bathroom floor, clutching your stomach in pain, it was killing you. You let out a whimper as Joaquin takes a seat in front of you. He touches your forehead and your cheeks with the back of his hand. “You have a fever.” “Yeah, no shit.” You groan. “Y/L/N, how long have you been feeling like this?” “Since last night.” You mutter. “And you still went out to have drinks?” he softly asks. You lift your head with a lot of effort and look at him. He had a crease on his forehead and was looking at you with worry. “'m sorry” you mumble and lean back.

He sighs and gets up, “okay, get up.” He holds your hands and helps you. “Just, freshen up and I’m heading to the pharmacy to get you some medicines.” “Torres, it’s nothing I’m fine- oh god.” You clutch your stomach as pain erupts through it, just below the ribs where the stomach is supposed to be. “No, you’re not. Just, don’t be stubborn for once in your life and listen to me. Please” he practically pleads to you.

“Okay! Fine!" You say as you push him out of your bathroom. You clean the toilet, brush your teeth and take a quick shower, all while the pain in your stomach grows. You come out of the bathroom wearing your oversized power ranger t-shirt and a towel wrapped around your waist. You wear some trousers and plop on your bed as you hear the front door open.

Joaquin walks inside with a small white bag and wearing a change of clothes, jeans, and a t-shirt. His usual cool demeanor was gone, replaced by a frantic expression. Your confusion prompts him to say, "I think you either have a very bad hangover or a stomach bug."

“WHAT!” you shout. “No, no! "I bought some medicine that works for both, so take it." He hands you the bag, and you see some medicines and cough syrup inside. You smile at him, “Thank you.” He smiles back and says, “I’ll make you some breakfast. It’s better not to eat takeout when you have a stomach bug.” “It’s 8 am on a Sunday morning. I’ll make something. You don't have to do this.” You try to get up but he reaches for you first. “You are clearly unwell; I can’t just leave you here!” "I'll be fine." You whine, knowing full well you will sleep on an empty stomach and won't eat. “You need to rest.”

You hear him sigh as you sit on your bed and he sits in front of you. He shoves a thermometer under your tongue without a warning. You try to hold it but he swats your hand away. “You’re not supposed to hold it.” He sighs. “Cool.” You mutter as he takes the thermometer away. “103. That’s high. Why aren’t you cooling down?” he mostly says to himself but you heard it. You reply, "Because I'm too hot.".

He looks at you with a neutral expression which literally translated to ‘seriously?’ “Hmm…” he enters deep thought. “You should sleep. I have to make a call.” He gets up as you lie back down and instantly falls asleep. He covers you with your blanket and his fingers hover over your face for a second, but they retreat before he touches you.

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“Y/N? Wake up.” You feel a warm hand on your bicep, a soothing voice calling you. You open your eyes and wrap the blanket tighter around you.

When did you cover yourself with a blanket?

“Y/N, hey, are you feeling better?” the voice called again. And you became aware of how sore your body was feeling. And you were hungry. You rub your eyes and look in front of you to see Joaquin sitting at the end of your bed, his eyebrows creased in worry, looking at you.

“I’m hungry.” You mutter mostly to yourself, but he hears you. “I know, I made you Albóndigas Soup. You’ve got to eat it before it’s cold.” He says as he pats your arm. You rise with a lot of effort. Everything suddenly felt heavy, your head, your arms, your legs. The window in your room was open, revealing the soft rays of sunset coming through. “How long was I asleep?” you ask him. “The whole day. It’s almost 6 pm. You also threw up twice after this morning, wait, you don’t remember?” "Not really." You have a flash running to the bathroom now that he mentioned it. It felt more like an out-of-body experience to you.

You sit leaning back on the headboard and he places a pillow behind you to support your back. “I don’t need back support.” “I understand, but you're a fan of theatrics.” He sits in front of you. “Hmm.” You give him a tired smile. He narrows his eyes, “Was that meant to be sarcastic? Because you looked like you were having a stroke.” “Ha ha, very funny.” You say with a neutral expression.

But you hear your stomach grumble loudly. He carefully hands you a bowl half filled with what looked like a very tasty soup. It was maroon in color and there were meatballs and small pieces of onion and ginger in it. Smelling the steam alone opened up your nostrils and made you even more hungry. You dive into the soup.

You guessed it was made with basic ingredients like ginger, onion, chicken, and a bit of chili, and it tasted heavenly.

“This is literally the most delicious soup I’ve ever had!” You look at him with wide eyes as Joaquin sits next to you to eat his own soup.

He genuinely smiles and says, “Thanks, my mom would make it when I would get sick. I didn’t know how it would turn out to be. She started screaming at me halfway through the process because I forgot the tomatoes.”

“What?” you ask him confused.

“Um, I called my mom and told her about your situation. She’s a registered nurse. She told me how to make the soup, the medicines, and everything.” His cheeks were a bit flushed.

Was he blushing?

He looks at you like it was the most normal thing to do. You know, taking care of your workplace nemesis and making them brunch in bed. He continues to eat his soup and you don’t question it much, drinking the broth and feeling it travel through your throat to your stomach.

You finish the soup and Joaquin takes the bowl away from you. You watch as he puts them in the kitchen sink and comes back, sitting next to you. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead. “You’re cooling down,” he says with a smirk.

“Thank fuck. I want to be at the base tomorrow.” You say leaning back on the headboard. He raises his eyebrows at you swearing but doesn’t say anything. He leans back too, you both being the same height now.

Even though you were 5’4 and he’s 5’8, which is not that much of a difference, he always looked unnaturally tall compared to you. He was at your eye level for the first time.

"How are you feeling?" He asks you. “Better than before. My stomach stopped making noises.” You say. “The soup was really good." You poke his bicep. “Thank you… Shortcake.” He shoves your shoulder gently. “I’m not that short!” you protest. “You’re tiny.” He pinches his fingers together, indicating how short you were.

You puff out annoyed. You think about the situation that you are in right now. You never had a lot of friends, and spent half your time in school getting bullied for being ‘too studious’, so much so that the one person who volunteered to help you in your time of need is the guy that loathes you. He actually spent his entire Sunday, half hungover, making you soup and bringing you medicine. And… did he clean your apartment? Because the books were stacked neatly on your coffee table, you never stack them on the coffee table.

“Thank you, really. It was not necessary for you to do all this, but you did anyway," you admit to him. “It’s alright.” He shrugs. “Why are you doing this?” you finally ask him what you were thinking the whole time. “Because I wanted to lecture you about buying better nightwear.” He points at your oversized Power Rangers shirt. “You’re saying this just because it’s RPM.” You stare at him “Yes.” He says, seconds away from bursting out into laughter. “If this was SPD you would have been worshipping me.” “Exactly! See, you admit it.” He laughed.

“No, but seriously. Why are you doing this? It was your day off. You could have chilled in your apartment blissfully unaware of my suffering.” You giggle a bit towards the end. You can see a hint of hurt on his face and a soft expression on his face when you look at him. “I want you to get better so that you can give the mock test on Friday. I know how much that matters to you.” He says.

That catches you off guard.

"You know," he turns his body to face you, "I tutored a lot of people in my town, and I have never seen anyone learn an entire module of human anatomy in four days. Your grasp of concepts is so thorough, you just needed some guidance. You kept staring at him, not believing what he had said. "and look, you scored higher in the last mock test than I did." “You are an amazing student and an even better air force aviator. You should appreciate yourself more than you give yourself credit for. And I just know that you’re going to score a high score because there’s nothing you don’t know.”

He stops and looks at you, with respect and adoration in his eyes. “And I am really sorry I didn’t tell you this before. I am so sorry for so many things. Especially when you ran out of our office a month ago. I should have told you then that you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You’re beautiful.”

He takes a deep breath and stops, staring at you like you’re the most precious thing ever. You recognize the look. When you did something good, when you won the medal for leading a rescue team, or when you laughed at something your colleagues said, he would look at you from afar. You always thought it was one of those smug smiles that he does when he gets irritated. But now that you were looking at him from inches away from his face, you recognized it as a look of adoration, a look of love.

You didn’t realize you were leaning towards him until you felt his breath on your face, your focus shifting to his lips. You look into Joaquin’s eyes like you were doing so for the first time. And before he could retreat, you closed the distance between you. And oh, what a bliss it was, to feel his lips on yours. Closing your eyes, they were soft, so so soft. You break the chaste kiss to look at him.

His eyes were closed, and as he slowly opened them, you could see his pupils dilated. You now understand why the ladies threw themselves at him. He is indeed the most handsome man you have ever laid your eyes on.

The second kiss was a bit harsh, his lips sucking yours and kissing you with everything he had. Your hands instantly move to the hair on the nape of his neck. They caress his hair, he follows your lead and grabs your waist bringing you closer, the other hand gently on your face.

You forget to breathe doing so, and you were so lost in feeling him that you didn’t hear your phone ringing.

He slowly breaks the kiss and gasps for air. Without breaking his eye contact, he grabs your phone from behind your nightstand and looks at it. “It’s your mom.” He says, handing you the phone.

You quickly smooth down your hair realizing that it's facetime. He gets up from your bed as you pick up the call. “Hey, baby! How’s your weekend going?” your mother’s cherry voice echoes through the phone.

“Hi, mummy it’s been well! Just, uh, I had a mild fever. Not much of a deal.” You laugh it off, trying your best to give her a genuine smile so she does not suspect you’re not well.

You watch him as Joaquin wears his jacket and heads out towards the door. He turns and gestures towards a pot on your stove, and then to yourself. He waves and exits your apartment with a smile.

“Y/N baby, is someone with you?” her voice echoes through the empty apartment. “No, nobody. I’m alone. So, how’s pops?” you say trying to change the topic.

It worked. Except for the fact that Joaquin heard you from the other side of the door, stopping in his tracks.

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bebop-and-oysters · 2 years

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Dancing Queen (Finished)

Hi my friends, so I decided to expand on my IceMav fic that I posted earlier and it sort of got out of hand. We are currently at a little over 2.5k words that my lovely beta, Dante, has graciously picked apart and added criticism for. I hope you enjoy this piece, and please be nice as it has been about 5-6 years since I last wrote non-academically! Thank you!

I'll be posting this on my AO3 under the same username and linking it in the comments if anyone would prefer to read this that way!

Also here's some CWs for this story! Please avoid if any of these are triggers or they're just not your thing and this does have spoilers for the original Top Gun!

CW// alcohol consumption, canon death of characters alluded to, past straight relationship, allusion to 'taking things to bed,' use of the word "fruity" as a double entendre, occasional cursing

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Maverick always loved to dance, he’s always loved performance. From wooing people in bars with off-key performances of “You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling” to a simple box step with Goose to get laughs out of the other pilots over the years. Maverick could never quite get dancing out of his system, and no one ever asked him to.

With Charlie, she would begrudgingly take his hand on the dance floor and he’d swing her wide and dip her till she was just a few inches from the ground. She’d always bat at his arm when he pretended to drop her but knew she’d be safe, he never let anyone fall if he could avoid it.

When he was dancing, his face would light up like a kid. Most people didn’t know that he danced with his Mama as a little boy, especially after his Dad passed on. She was always quieter when she was mourning, but she never refused a dance with Maverick. His favorite thing was making his Mama happy, and what better way to make her grin than dancing?

When Goose passed, it was hard to dance. Charlie tried to get him to dip her, would wrap her arms around his neck and croon a blurb of a song and Maverick would just bury his face in her hair and weep. It was too much to dance for a while. And then came Iceman.

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Iceman hated to dance. He was never on the dance floor, and everytime someone asked him to dance he waved them off with a smile before returning to his drink, a sour expression masking his previous light and airy grin.

Iceman always avoided dancing, too many Military formals growing up made him averse to any sort of dance. Young women crowding him, big eyes and shy smiles while asking him in voices much too high to be their real ones if he’d like to join them. He’d gotten good at making excuses, citing tiredness or a need for a drink or even on three separate occasions that he’d hurt his ankle and couldn’t possibly dance (he hadn’t).

He always watched Maverick on the dance floor though. He and Goose mockingly trouncing about to the Chicken Dance, Maverick and Charlie slow dancing surrounded by a sea of couples, Maverick alone after Charlie transferred to DC and Goose had passed on, entertaining the rest of the bar with a terrible (and a bit sorrow tinged) rendition of Great Balls of Fire and a little two step he made to go with it.

It was practically blinding how big Maverick’s smile got while dancing.

Iceman hates that he noticed how happy dancing made Maverick. He also hates how Maverick always seems to float off the dance floor, covered in sweat, grin splitting his face, eyes wild and brighter than what seems possible. Maverick always collapsed in the third chair at the bar, the bartender setting in front of him a flouncy drink in a glass too tall for anything other than a neon colored monstrosity.

Iceman would only look for a second, any longer and he would be caught out. Maverick always seemed to know when he was being watched though, and Iceman could feel those bright eyes boring into the side of his head from his spot at the opposite end of the bar.

On the Anniversary of Goose’s death, Maverick stood on top of a table in the bar and belted out “Great Balls of Fire” half drunk and practically sobbing. The entire Top Gun Crew joined in out of solidarity. Iceman joined in quietly from the bar, voice melodic while he made eye contact with Maverick. Maverick grinned at him, eyes tearing up at the corners as he led the practically shouting bar through the next verse. Iceman closed out Maverick’s tab for the night and requested for the bartender to cut him off or only give him water to drink.

After that, on more than one occasion, Maverick had sidled up next to him at the bar and grinned widely, patting Iceman on the back and asking if he could buy him a drink. Iceman always refused but said he could join him for one if he liked. Maverick always took him up on his offer.

Iceman was the kind of guy to say that he only likes single malt scotch on the rocks but secretly his favorite drink was a Mai Tai with a little umbrella and a wedge of pineapple. Maverick was the kind of guy to order a cocktail to see the wide eyed looks of shock while he’s sipping on the tiny floral straw that comes with it and taking bites of alcohol soaked fruit. He never really liked the drinks he ordered, he was just doing it to make people laugh and to get as drunk as possible.

Maverick could tell that Iceman hated what he ordered too. His grimaces over the lip of his glasses were obvious if you watched him closely, not that Maverick watched closely of course he just…happened to notice, that's all. He was Iceman’s wingman, it was his greatest honor, what wingman wouldn’t notice their partner’s furrowed brows and stone set mouth every time he took a sip of that aged whiskey.

While Iceman took a break from his drink, a look of relief spreading across his face as he stood to walk to the bathroom, Maverick quickly waved over the bartender and ordered another drink before speeding off.

Iceman did not expect to find the rest of his drink gone, a neon orange Alabama Slammer in its place, when he returned from the bathroom. Nor did he expect a little note on a napkin with a simple smiley face and a ‘thanks for the drink, wingman’ scribbled haphazardly on it. He chuckled while a blush fought to spread up his face, Maverick might be more dangerous than he thought.

After that, the drink trading becomes common, a glass of ‘15 Dalmore set next to the jukebox, an amaretto sour sat on the bookcase next to a copy of “The Iceberg Hermit,” and, on one fateful occasion, two drinks sat next to each other on top of the piano after the jukebox croons out “You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling.” Maverick doesn’t join any of the dancers on the dance floor that night.

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The first time they trade drinks in the bathroom, Maverick and Iceman both had stopped to wash their hands and while drying them, Maverick reaches over and swaps their drinks.

Maverick picks up his own drink and finishes it in just a few gulps, holding the glass almost nervously.

Iceman stares at the side of his face, puzzled but eventually picks up the drink Maverick passed over. He fights a smile while gulping down the deathly sweet concoction, liquor covered maraschino cherry crunching between his teeth.

Maverick looks over quickly without turning his head and smiles at Ice in the mirror like he’s the last person on earth and Ice sort of grins and does his little bite move at him. Maverick turns and they laugh at each other as Iceman’s ears go pink tinged on the edges while Maverick tells Iceman,

“Y’know, you could always order any cocktail you want, nothing wrong with liking things a bit fruity.”

He winks at Iceman before striding out of the bathroom, finished drink in hand. Iceman stands frozen for a minute wondering if that really just happened.

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The next time they trade drinks, poor Iceman doesn’t even know it until Maverick has snatched his whiskey tumbler out of his hand.

Ice has been trying to remain effortlessly cool while trying not to grimace over his drink before Maverick stares him in the eyes while downing the entire glass. Maverick quirks an eyebrow at him and makes an obnoxious “ahhh” sound once he finishes it.

Iceman is shocked, staring at him aghast before stomping off to the bathroom, Maverick trailing a minute behind with a Blue Hawaiian Frozen in one hand and a cocky grin on his face.

Iceman is hunched over the sink in the men’s bathroom splashing water on his face before staring at Maverick through the mirror walking in with a drink in hand.

Maverick was so kind, kinder than anyone Iceman knew possibly. It was hidden under the bravado and the cocksure walk and the constant need to be correct but oh was he kind.

He gives Iceman a wide grin that he must have meant to be confident and arrogant but just comes across sweet and a bit embarrassed and holds out the drink to Iceman, who takes it and sips lightly, staining his tongue with Blue Curaçao.

When Iceman finishes his drink, he sets it to the side of the bathroom counter and Maverick takes a few strides towards him, watching intently as he flicks his blue stained tongue up over his top lip to catch a stray droplet of his drink.

In a whirlwind of action, Iceman would grab Maverick by the lapels and pull him closer, crashing their mouths together roughly. Maverick answers in kind, gripping the back of Iceman’s neck and crowding him against the counter.

By the time they pull apart reluctantly, Maverick’s hair is stuck straight up out of his head from how many times Iceman has run his hands through it and both of their lips are kiss swollen and their tongues tinged with blue. They smile at each other and Maverick awkwardly salutes Iceman with a lopsided grin and fixes his collar and his hair in the mirror before practically skipping out of the bathroom, drunk on Iceman.

Iceman stands frozen for the second time they’ve met in this bathroom before shaking himself out of his daze and lightly touching his lips, a small smile settling over his face.

——————

Every time after that, they meet in the bathroom and crash together like they’re magnetized. Iceman never understood what a whirlwind romance meant till he met Maverick. It was like standing in the eye of a hurricane, blessedly untouched while havoc is wreaked right outside your line of view.

Maverick always came bearing a drink, and eventually began begging for Iceman to come dance with him. Iceman always refused with a chuckle and a chaste kiss to Maverick’s cheek, saying politely,

“Not tonight, maybe another time.”

——————

Maverick was suspicious, he and Iceman had…well, something going on certainly. They had made out in the bathroom more than once and, while it was wonderful, it felt like this might go past a simple fling. Call him a hopeless romantic, but Maverick loved love and he loved to love Iceman. Shit. He loved Iceman, oh wow it made so much sense!

He knew the pull of love well, he remembered what it was like to love openly with Charlie. His heart ached at the love burned out of his chest that was left over from Goose. He loved flying, the cresting, shaking, death defying feeling of flying. He loved Carole and Bradley like they were the closest thing he had to family anymore and in a way they were. But he loved Iceman, it really wasn’t that huge of a revelation. The dull thrum of his heart beat extra hard near the blond man, his cocky grin and harsh attitude lit a spark in Maverick’s gut. It was like loving your worst enemy and your greatest friend. And weren’t love and hatred two sides of the same coin?

He wonders distantly, brain swirling with a rose tint settling over the box in his head he’s labeled “Iceman,” if he feels the same.

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Maverick eventually starts inviting Iceman over to his house, hoping that maybe if Iceman weren’t in public, he’d want to dance.

It doesn’t work, Iceman is resolute in his opinions about dancing, although he enjoys the show when Maverick feels the itch to get up and move.

Maverick tries everything, begging, bargaining, withholding affection (how quickly he faltered at that when Iceman asked if he wanted to go upstairs was quite frankly astonishing). Nothing worked. He thought it would never happen, never in his life would he get Iceman to dance with him. But he kept trying, just in case.

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It took months for Maverick to convince Iceman to dance with him, the first time was after making breakfast, he heard Iceman pad downstairs sleep rumpled and wearing a shirt of Maverick’s that was a bit on the tight side, the dulcet tones of Ella Fitzgerald drifting melodically while Maverick hummed along, Ice snuck up behind him to wrap around him and asked what he was cooking (he was cold but refused to say that so he just molded himself around Maverick for body heat) and Maverick just said “breakfast” and smiled while Iceman smacks the back of his head lightly. Maverick laughed and then made an exceptionally good puppy dog face and said,

“Well now you have to dance with me to make up for hitting me!”

Ice laughed in his face before realizing he was serious. With a deep lumbering sigh, he agreed and Maverick’s face lit up so bright Iceman felt like he was staring at the sun.

Maverick took the food off the stove and they slowly danced in a circle until Maverick realized Iceman didn’t actually know how to dance.

“Ice, do you know how to dance?”

Iceman remained quiet, a blush crept up from his neck

“Oh Ice, you could have told me! C’mon, I’ll teach you how, ok?”

Maverick beamed at him and Iceman nodded minutely, allowing him to take his hands.

Maverick walked him through the leading steps until Iceman snapped lightly at him,

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it”

But he didn't have it and had his feet stepped on more than once. Maverick took over again and Ice tucked his face into the crook of Mav’s neck and they just sort of swayed.

Maverick pulled back and looked up at Iceman,

“Don’t worry, I’d never leave my wingman! To dance alone that is-”

“Maverick.”

“Hm?”

“Shut up, I already agreed to dance.”

Maverick stared at him awestruck for a moment, heart pounding before a wide grin spread across his features.

Maverick had left the back door open and the ocean breeze drifted in, warm, smelling like fresh rain and salty enough to dry your skin out if you’re not careful.

Neither of them seemed to care as they spun around, trapped in their own bubble.

—————

This would become a tradition over the years.

Their morning dance on the weekend, their evening drinks at the bar. Sometimes they’d go down to the sea and play a game of volleyball and Iceman would win every single time. But only because he had the height advantage Maverick would say.

Poor Iceman never did learn how to lead their dance, so he spends his time hunching over Maverick, his face occasionally buried in the crook of his neck, murmuring a forgotten song that only the two of them dance to anymore.

Maybe they’d only get a bit of time together but God would that time be beautiful. As much as Iceman is ice cold in the air, he’s a melted puddle down on Earth with Maverick.

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SO! How did we like it? Good? Bad? Leave your comments or criticism below! I am very sensitive so please be nice when leaving criticism but as I said it's been many years since I've written so I do want to get back in the saddle so to speak. I'm also incredibly vain so anyone that leaves a good comment or compliment does receive a kiss on the forehead! Anyway, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Much love to you and yours!

Love, Rory <3 =)

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child-of-of-the-sunshine · 1 year

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Never Stopped Loving You

Chapter 3 A/N: This will be the last chapter he has edited. I wish him luck on his mission trip.

Jake knew that after this week he would have to leave Anna again, even though he really didn’t want to. Jake wanted to make this the best week of Anna's life. Jake spent as much time with Anna as he could that week because Jake didn’t want to leave Anna at the end of the week, he loved her. “So there’s a bonfire tonight and I wanted to know if you wanted to go with me?” Jake asked Anna as she was grabbing hay for the horses. “Jake, are you asking me on a date?” Anna asked, looking back at him. “Yeah, I am.” Jake smiled at her. “I guess,” Anna said with a smile. That night they went to the bonfire but left early. On the way back home Jake turned off the main road and found a back road to drive down until it was almost midnight. Jake drove back to the Ranch and took Anna up to the attic of the barn. Jake played some music that they danced to. “Anna, I’m still in love with you,” Jake said as they danced. Anna kissed Jake, it was a night of passion, but when Jake woke up Anna was gone and so was her truck.

Jake tried calling her, but she never answered. By the time Jake was leaving he was wishing Anna was coming back to California with him. Jake reported back to base before heading to the Hard Deck with everyone that night. The squad could tell Jake was off of his game the whole night, and every time someone would ask Jake he would brush them with some cocky comment. Back in Texas Anna wasn’t doing much better. She knew she shouldn’t have left Jake like that, especially after what happened between them that night. Anna was still in love with Jake Seresin. She had been in love with him ever since they first met back in Middle school when Anna had just moved to the town from Amelio. Anna got a crazy idea in her head at this point that had her running to her truck with keys in hand. Anna drove to the Seresin Ranch, knowing Jake wouldn’t be there. She had listened to the few voicemails that he had left, one saying he had a ticket for her if she wanted it. Anna got to the ranch and parked her truck; she didn’t bother shutting it off before running up to the house and knocking. Jake’s mom answered, seeing Anna who looked like she had been crying. “Annamae.” Jake’s mom sounded surprised. “I need to know when the next flight leaves,” Anna said looking at his mom. “Tomorrow morning, I think. Let me go check real quick,” Jake’s mom said, knowing what Anna meant. Anna and Eliza worked out the details and Anna would be back at the Seresin Ranch in the morning, and that night Anna went home and packed and found an Airbnb for her to stay in for a week.

Back in California Jake was still off his game even in the sky, everyone noticed how off his game he was. “Hangman go land your plane, you shouldn’t be in the sky today,” Maverick said over comms. This worried everyone because if Mav was pulling someone out of the sky then Hangman was off his game by a lot. Jake went down and landed his plane, and after his post-flight check, Jake went to the Common room and checked his phone and saw nothing from Anna. Jake sighed and threw his phone next to him on the couch. Jake leaned back and looked up at the ceiling fighting off tears that were threatening to fall. Unknown to Jake, Anna had already got in town and was waiting at her Airbnb for The Hard Deck to open. Anna was trying to keep to herself and keep her mind busy by getting dressed and ready to go so that she could go out and go to The Hard Deck. A few hours later Anna walked into The Hard Deck and immediately felt out of place in the sea of Khaki uniforms. Anna made her way over to the bar and got the bartender's attention. “What can I get for you,” Penny asked Anna. “Budweiser please,” Anna said with a smile. Penny brought Anna over a Budweiser. “Better be careful, Top Gun just got in some new recruits.” Penny said smiling. “I can handle it, ma’am,” Anna said. “Please call me Penny.” Penny smiled before going to help other people. Bradley had clocked the girl at the bar when she walked in. “I’m going to go get another beer,” Bradley said before walking over to the bar and standing next to the blonde girl who had a baseball cap on backward. “Penny,” Bradley said, trying to get the bartender's attention. Anna looked up to where the voice was and had a feeling this was one of the guys Jake saved on that mission, just from what Jake had told Anna about the guy. “You see something you like?” Bradley asked with a smirk. “No, I’m kinda already taken.” Anna laughed. “Oh, so where is this guy or girl,” Bradley said smiling. “It’s a guy and I don't know. I haven't been able to find him in this sea of Khakis,” Anna said. “Well, maybe I can help. You're not going to find him by sitting at the bar.” Bradley said smiling. “I guess you're right.” Anna sighed. “You don’t seem sure,” Bradley said. “I guess I’m not really sure what to say,” Anna said. “Tell him how you feel.” Bradley smiled. Bob noticed that Bradley had been gone for a while. “Where did Rooster go?” Bob asked. “Looks like he’s talking to a girl at the Bar,” Payback said, who had been watching Bradley ever since he started talking to the girl. This statement caught Jake's attention, and everyone watched Bradley walk back with the girl after he got his beer. “Guys this is Anna,” Bradley said smiling. “I know a girl named Anna back in Texas.” Jake chuckled. “I wonder if I’m the someone,” Anna said once she heard Jake's voice. Jake made his way over to Anna and Anna flung her arms around Jake’s neck and shoulders as he pulled her in for a kiss. “I guess I’m the one chasing you now.” Anna laughed. “I would let you chase me anywhere Annamae.” Jake smiled before kissing her again. “Is this girl that had Hangman off his game?” One of Jake’s squad piped up. “I had you off your game?” Anna asked, looking up at Jake. “I’m always better when I’m with you, babe,” Jake said. “Also to answer your question, yes, I’m still in love with you too,” Anna said smiling.

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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I’m starting to have a thing for Payback too omg.

Reader and Reuben meet at an ice cream parlor and they bond over liking a really specific ice cream flavor; they talk for hours and hours and exchange phone numbers with the promise of talking to each other later.

What he doesn’t know is that they’re a bartender at the Hard Deck and when he comes in he's so surprised to see them there, he's even more surprised to see a ring on their finger, he's so confused because he thought they were single and is trying so hard to remember if he saw a ring when they were talking a few hours back but he can’t, soo Reuben being Reuben approached them and bluntly asked them why did they give him their number when they have a ring on her finger.

They start giggling and lean over to tell him it’s a fake one, they only wear it at the bar so men don’t hit on them, when they show it to him he can tell that it’s faker than a 1000 dollar bill and they both start laughing like children who have just done a mischief.

Fast forward and their relationship becomes more serious, they have been dating for some good 2 and a half years and he decides it’s time to propose!!! He does it in the sweetest way, he takes them to the place they met and they eat ice cream just like the first time, then he takes them for a walk on the beach and as soon as the sun starts to set, he drops to one knee and pops the question, safe to say that reader says yes and they kiss like never before.

Reader realizes that now they won’t have to wear a fake engagement ring because now they have a real one, including a super handsome pilot as their fiancée and Reuben seems to be thinking the same thing because he starts giggling and tells them “Well baby bear, do you realize that you won’t have to wear a fake ring anymore?” And reader is so happy she starts to tear up a little.

A few days later they’re at work and Reuben comes in just in time to see them turn down a man who was trying to ask them out by showing him their beautiful ring and he’s so smug he ends walking up to them and kissing them, giving everyone a show.

When the wedding comes, they are both the most adorable lovebirds in the world, kissing all the time and looking at each other with the sweetest smiles ever; when Reader throws the bouquet Penny catches it and Maverick looks like he just got kicked in the stomach.

But when Reuben throws the garter belt of course it was the most convenient thing for Maverick to catch it but it ends up being our sweet Bobby who ends up with the garter belt in his hands and now the new inside joke is that Penny and Bob will be the next couple to get married.

And it all sounds so much like a romcom and I’m loving that!!!

JSKNDKSADLK GIGGLING AND BLUSHING SO HARD AT THIS MY SWEET ANGEL 🥹🥹🥹 <333

no because you’re so right, benny and baby bear would have the sweetest and most rom-com type relationship that’s filled with so many meet cutes and picture perfect moments, and you know that ring means more than just a ring to you both. it’s a sweet reminder every time of how your relationship came to blossom.

omg i love this so much!! this made me smile so hard and made me feel all warm inside, thank you so much for this my sweet angel!! 💌🥹💖

#💌you’ve got mail #lilacfairy 13 #sweet angel 😇#rueben payback fitch

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years

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The Good, The Bad, and The Big Birthday Bash (Edwin’s Birthday)

Pairing: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mom!Reader

Characters: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Mom!Reader, Edwin and Maryanne (the kiddos), Penny Benjamin, Amelia Benjamin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Billy "Fritz" Avalone, Callie "Halo" Bassett, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Bringham "Harvard" Lennox, Logan "Yale" Lee

Warnings: SMUT (Minors DNI 18+), light somnophilia goes with -->, pussy eating, p n v, unprotected sex (consensual, wrap it before you tap it people), sex in different locations (bedroom and bathroom), Jake calls reader his bratty baby, reader and Jake go back and forth with the brat nickname, cursing, sweet Jake (basically the opposite of him in tgm), minor sub!Jake vibes, real talk (about adulty things like bills), alcohol consumption, Bradley the bartender (only for friends though), Bob the DJ makes a return, Mickey the photographer has more models, everyone looks cute in their cowboy/ cowgirl outfits, the kids being adorable, pilot crew doing dumb things

Word Count: 7,954

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You stare at the day, wondering why it looks so familiar. You finish typing in, “pay cable bill” and then it hits you. “It’s almost his birthday,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead.

“Is this not a good thing?” Jake asks, setting your plate in front of you as he sits down.

“No, it is- -its- its good. I just- I don’t know how I’m going to plan this because it seems like the bar is just getting busier and busier than my other job-”

He says nothing as he reaches down, hand wrapped around the leg of your chair as he pulls you closer to him. “I thought I told you to quit that job.”

“And I told you that I have to make ends meet. We have to be able to eat somehow.”

He removes his hand from the leg of the chair and cups your cheek, getting you to focus on him. “You don’t have to do that. There are two people here now. It’s not all on you to take care of everything, okay? It's okay to lean on me.”

You sniffle, lowering your head.

“Hey, hey,” he lowers his voice, bringing you closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder letting you cry until you can’t anymore and all you can do is sniffle. “Come on now. No more tears.” He uses his thumb to wipe your cheeks and under eyes. “We are in this together,” he pecks your head.

Jake grabs your hand and pulls your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss that lasts a few seconds on your wedding ring. “This ring here united us in more ways than one so, if you have credit card debt, it’s now our debt.”

That earns a chuckle from you.

“There’s that smile I love.”

“Shut up,” you mumble into his shoulder.

He chuckles, “I don’t think I want to, not when I got a pretty girl on my shoulder.”

“Why do you have to be so flirty?”

He shrugs, “don’t know but I can’t say I hate it.”

“And, why’s that?” You move your head, looking up at his jaw line and side profile.

“It got me you.”

“I don’t think it was the flirting.”

“Oh, no. It was definitely the flirting.”

“Okay,” you pat his chest with your left hand.

He tilts his head down, staring at the ring on your finger and smiles.

You push yourself off him, taking a bite of your food.

He takes this as an opportunity to talk. “Okay, this is what I got from this conversation. You’re quitting your crappy second job and letting me officially help with bills while you start coming up with some ideas on what to do for our little man’s birthday party.”

You hate to admit it but the way he said, “our little man” makes you happy and relaxed, it never seems to stop surprising you when he talks about the kids like they’re his own.

He said he wished they were his on the first date and still manages to surprise you after saying that. He gets out of the chair and exits the kitchen.

You huff, shaking your head while eating your pasta. How dare he be such a little shit… even if he did reheat your dinner for you.

You turn your brain off for a second, focusing on the tasty food and not the fact that Jake is talking about the kids is hot. Nope, definitely not focusing on that. You stop chewing, a dirty thought comes to mind. ‘Could he have a breeding kink?’

“Hey, babe?”

Your eyes slowly trail over towards him.

“Nothing, just wanted to see if you wanted to watch a movie with us but I can see that the pasta is better than us. So, we’ll leave you two alone.”

You roll your eyes. Did it just get hotter?

“I heard that.”

You roll your eyes again, knowing that he cannot hear you do such a normal thing.

“Jake, I wanna show you something,” Maryanne says, tugging on Jake’s arm.

“Now? It’s time for bed kiddo.” He glances over at you.

“It’s about the book I want.”

You shake your head, she doesn’t learn. “Honey, ask him, don’t pull on his arm. You know that.”

“But-”

She sticks her bottom lip out, pouting. “Now, I see it,” he comments. “This is how he got it.”

“Who got what?” Your daughter asks.

“Your brother got this,” Jake points to her pouty lip, “from you.”

She shakes her head, “no, he didn’t.”

“I’m pretty sure he did.”

“Nu-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Hey.”

“No.”

“Jake-”

“Yes.”

“No.”

You stick your curled index finger and thumb in your mouth, whistling to get their attention. “Hey, hey. No. No more of this. Okay?”

He lifts Maryanne over his shoulder, she lets out giggly screams. “Yes, ma’am.” He salutes you before marching to her room.

You shake your head, glancing back at a sleepy Edwin rubbing his one eye. “Okay, time for bed little man.”

You pull the sheets over his belly, setting them on his chest. You brush the few stands of fallen hair out of his eyes. “Have thought about what you want to do this year?”

He nods.

“And what’s that?”

“Cowboys.”

“Cowboys? Really?”

He nods, rubbing his eyes.

“Okay,” you lean forward, kissing the top of his head. “Go to sleep.”

You exit his room, finding your husband leaning against the wall.

“You have fun?”

“Oh, tons. Did you not hear the ragger we started in there? I thought the walls were shaking all over the house.”

He hums, wrapping his arms around you. “You find out the theme?”

“I did.”

“You want to share with the rest of the class.”

“Maybe.”

“Are you seriously gonna leave me in the dark about what he wants to do?”

You turn around, leaning against the bathroom doorway. “Yes.”

He closes the door, groaning loudly for you to hear as he lays on the bed. “Why? Is it space? Does he want aliens at the party because I think Chicken is alien like as it is. I will veto more than one alien.”

The shower starts running.

Jake pushes himself off the bed, practically tripping over everything as he hurries to the bathroom.

You shake your head, taking a step back letting the water run over your hair and backside. “Did you trip over everything?"

He scoffs, “no.”

“And who’s pants are on fire?”

The shower door slides open, “not mine since they’re on the floor but, I am afraid another part of me is on fire for you, sweetheart.” His arms slide around your waist, pulling you closer.

You lift your head, wiping the water off your forehead before opening your eyes. “When aren’t you trying to have your way with me?”

“I think it’s the other way around because if my memory serves me right, and it does, it was you who was begging me.”

“You definitely did the begging.”

“I don’t think so,” he denies.

“I know for a fact it was you.”

“How can I change your mind?” He leans in, eye lids drooping.

You tilt your head to the side, pretending to think about it as he places gentle kisses along the side of your neck. “We should finish our shower soon, the water’s gonna get cold,” you mumble.

“Then I’ll just,” his murmurs against your skin, “warm you up.”

You bite your lip to suppress your smile, “you’d like that wouldn’t you.”

He smirks, biting your neck.

You shriek and quickly cover your mouth, slapping his arm.

“Did something happen, sweetheart?”

You narrow your eyes at him, pursing your lips as you reach for your shower gel and sponge net so you can get out and get ready for bed, letting Jake know you’re not going to give into his carnal desires (for the time being).

You finish, your hand is on the shower door when Jake stops you.

“Hey, hey. Where do you think you’re going?” He stares at you with his soapy hair tangled in a mess; the shampoo trailing down his temples after he wiped his forehead.

“I’m gonna get out so you have room to dry off when you’re finished. What are you doing?” You slowly ask.

“I just have to wash my hair and I’m done.”

“Which is why I’m trying to get out now.”

Maybe it’s the way his shoulder’s tense up or that you’re reminded of your brief three-day separation period and how terrible it was (on the four of you).

You stop, moving towards him. “Turn around.”

“Why? You gonna check me out?” He certainly knows how to lighten the mood.

“Always but not this time, I’m gonna wash your hair.”

He nearly melted on the spot.

There has only been one other time when you spoiled him and washed his hair (which was because the kids decided to have a food fight and he couldn’t get all of it out on his own) and he loved it, a little too much he can fully admit to that.

He doesn’t say anything and nods.

“How are you gonna do this?” You ask, not wanting him to strain his neck as you reach for the shower head. Turning back around with the shower head in your hand, you find him on his knees. “What are you doing?”

His eyes trail up your body until he locks eyes with you, “Making it easy on you.”

You lift the shower head, spraying him.

He chuckles, grabbing your wrist, stopping you, “that’s not very nice, gorgeous.” There’s the “you’re in trouble” nickname.

“You’re the one getting handsy.”

He scoffs, “you love it.”

“Shut up and let me wash your hair.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your stomach. The tired and quiet, “yes ma’am,” escapes him.

You do your best to be thorough and quick so you two can crawl into bed. You set the shower head back in its place, tapping his shoulder. “Come on.”

“No.”

“It’s time for us to get out. We gotta dry off and I gotta finish my hair before we lay down.”

He huffs, “fine.” His knee cracks as he pushes himself up causing you to smile.

“Sounds like you’re becoming an old man.”

“I’m not old enough to the point where I can’t carry you.” You place a hand on his chest, shoving him back, “Don’t even try it, Mister. I will not have us fall and break something.”

He doesn’t say anything and nods.

You feel bad. The joking attitude he has is no longer there. “I know you didn’t mean it like that, please don’t be sad.”

“I’m not.”

“Jake,” you cup his cheeks forcing him to look at you. “We are together, and nothing is going to change that. You’re stuck with me like I’m stuck with you.”

He rolls his eyes.

You can feel the muscles in his cheeks twitch as he fights the urge to crack a smile. “You know how you told me to lean on you, lean on me. I will be by your side till the very end, okay? I love you.”

He nods, pulling you in for a hug. He sniffs, neither of you comment on it.

“Come on,” you whisper in his ear. “Let’s get out of here. I can feel the goosebumps on your back.”

His breath fans against your skin as a breathless chuckle escapes him. “I thought you liked to have any reason to warm me up.”

“Just get out, you dork. It’s cold.”

“So, mean.” He slides the shower door open, stepping out wrapping a towel around his waist. He turns around, holding his hand out for you, helping you out of the shower.

You reach the towel when he swats your hand.

“Ah, bup bup.”

“I can get my own towel, thank you.”

“Yeah, but this way I can help and if my hand slips, well then,” the corner of his lips tug upwards as he pulls you closer with the towel before wrapping it around you, “that’s just a win for me.”

You roll your eyes smacking his chest. “What? I’m not supposed to be completely and utterly blown away every time I see my gorgeous wife. Because I’d be crazy not to.”

“You’re too sweet for your own good.”

“It’s called love, sweetheart.”

You shake your head, smile never faltering as you step beside him.

“Can you blow dry my hair?”

“You always complain when I do it.”

“You’ve never done it before,” he points out.

“… that’s because I know you’ll complain after.” You remove your towel and grab your cute, designed panties before sighing. “Get dressed then we can make you look pretty.”

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment so thank you, sweetheart.” He walks up behind you, placing his hands on your hips as he pecks your cheek.

You can’t help but smile, he’s always too sweet (even when he doesn’t want to admit it). You finish getting dressed and do your own hair before you plug in the blow dryer, making sure that the cord won’t knock anything off the counter. “Are you done yet?”

“I’ve been waiting on you.”

“Don’t give me that attitude,” you tell him while reaching for the necessary item.

“I have no attitude to give.”

You run your fingers through his hair getting rid of any knots that may be there. “Is your hair okay at this length?”

“Yeah, why? Do you not like it?”

You bend down, wrapping your free hand around his jaw, tilting his head back. “I didn’t say that, and I love all and anything that has to do with you, you know that.”

“It doesn't hurt to hear it again.”

You let go of him and detangle the cord, needing more room to walk around behind him. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t want to inflate your ego more than I already do.”

“Now that I know you think so highly of me, it definitely makes me feel more confident in myself.”

You playfully roll your eyes, “oh, no. Whatever will the others do about it tomorrow?”

“Complain, maybe call you.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if they did.”

Jake climbs into bed first, the sheets folded across his waist. He watches as you go through your mental checklist. “We did everything we were supposed to, so get over here so we can cuddle and stop stressing over it.”

You purse your lips, not wanting to admit that he’s a little bit right. “Fine.” You crawl onto your side, turning to turn the lamp off only to find yourself smashed against his warm chest. You tilt your head up, staring at his side profile before he moves looking back at you as he brushes his thumb against your cheek. “What do you think the others would do if the found out the Hangman was a big time cuddler?”

He lets out a soft, sarcastic chuckle, “they wouldn’t.” He leans in, putting most, if not all his weight onto his elbow.

“You wanna know why?”

You don’t tear your gaze away from him as his hand trails down your side, his fingertips grazing every inch of you. “Why?” You whisper, already knowing where this is going.

“Because,” he kisses your chin, jaw line, and side of your neck, “I’m gonna make sure you forget what you find to be so funny.” He sucks on the skin of your chest, near the edge of your tank top. “And they wouldn’t believe you.”

You tilt your head back, giving him more room to do as he pleases (as long as they aren’t too visible for everyone to see… even if that is his second favorite reason to give you hickey’s). “Seems like you’ll be working… all night.”

“We have time.”

“You’re such a horn dog.”

“Only for you.” His lips trail along your collarbone, moving closer towards your head, nipping at your chin.

“You have to sleep, you volunteered to take Maryanne to the store and we both know she’s gonna wake up at the crack of dawn the day after Edwin’s party even though we have to wake up early for that.”

He sighs knowing you’re right. “Fine, let’s go to sleep.” He sounds so sad. He sounds so sad as he rests his head on your chest.

“Don’t be sad, I don’t want you to be too tired when you and Ann are out-”

His head snaps up. “How can I be tired when I have such a gorgeous wife to come home to.”

You close your eyes, nails lightly scratching along the base of his neck, “don’t suck up to me.”

“Okay.”

A mischievous smile dances across his lips as he lifts the sheets, slithering down your body being careful not to touch you (he doesn’t want you to ruin his plans).

The shower and your brief crying session made your body a little more tired than it normally would be so your mind is elsewhere, not entirely focused on Jake moving around.

You feel yourself close to falling asleep, the darkness creeping up on you; your mind may be listening, but your body is exhausted, and you continue to fight the urge to stay awake.

He pecks along the insides of your bare calves, he stops for a minute; he can’t work too fast or else it’ll get hot, meaning he’ll have to throw the sheets off you which could result in waking you up, ruining his surprise. He trails up your leg, taking his time caressing and taking care of your thighs. If you happen to find a hickey or two tomorrow morning, well that’s just a bonus (for him) he thinks as he gently nips at your hip.

You let out a tired groan, your leg jerks.

Jake slides his hand across your thigh until he cups the back of it, placing it on his shoulder. He hesitates for a moment after you mumble his name, “Jake.”

The two of you have talked about trying a few new things in the bedroom (you can blame Natasha and Javy for putting these ideas in your husband’s head). Basically, he heard the three of you talking about what they want to try or something similar they’ve done, and this got Jake thinking that maybe you find sex with him to be boring because it consists of the same thing.

You two take care of one another (at some point during the night and not always back-to-back) followed by the full romp in the hay (a phrase which he regrets telling you about to this day). You don’t do all these crazy things people do nowadays and, shockingly, Jake got a little insecure and wants to spice things up every now and then which it seems your darling hubby wants to try out now.

Your mind and your body are speaking two different languages at this point; your mind is almost whispering to your body, telling you he’s there to ravage you and make you lose your breath; your body becomes accustomed to where he rests. But then you’re close to falling asleep, the minimal amount of moonlight seeping into your shared room becomes darker and darker with every passing second.

The devil on his shoulder wins, he can’t not touch you when he’s right there, staring at your seemingly dripping core as he inches closer.

His cheeks flush from the heat but he doesn’t care if he passes out from heat exhaustion, he’ll be happy to know it was for a good cause. His thumbs settle on either side of your slit, spreading you further. He can’t be slow and gentle right now; he needs you and he needs you now.

Your eyes flash open, you squirm, pushing yourself onto your elbows; not used to this kind of wakeup call but eventually calm down when you hear him humming. You fall back, head plopping onto the pillows; a desperate cry escapes you before you can stop it.

His hand slithers up your torso, landing in the middle of your chest under the loose tank top you wear to bed on hot nights since the AC is still broken (he’s working on it). His hand slides over to your right breast and kneads it.

You start thinking of the way cats do the same thing, but your favorite is when cats do it on a soft blanket. Until your hormones take over and your hips thrust into him, your hands clenching and unclenching the sheets but it’s not enough.

You place your hand on top of the one kneading your soft skin and throw the sheets off his head, needing to see him; the wanting to interlock his hair between your fingers overpowering any sensible thought you may have had. You open your eyes and look down at the man who continues to make you unravel in the best way possible.

You’re so close to closing your eyes whether it be from tiredness or to avoid losing yourself faster the longer you look at him, you don’t know anymore. You whine at the loss of his hand on your breast only to replace it with a stutter of his name, “Ja- Jake!”

His other hand clenches around the thigh he has covering his right ear. It feels as though he’s pulling you closer if that’s possible. The skin-to-skin contact doing more than you could ever imagine.

You cover your mouth, the longer he’s on you, the faster you’ll come meaning the louder you’ll be because whenever he becomes impatient it’s amazing, but the kids are home, asleep in their beds and neither of you want to explain what’s going on in full depth yet (they’re still your babies).

The thought quickly exits your mind, eyes closing at the feeling of him switching things up on you, his thumb swipes your buzzing bundle side to side as his tongue enters your weeping hole. If your eyes weren’t already closed, they would have rolled into the back or your head.

A string of moans and whispers of his name is all he can hear (through on ear seeing as the other one is still covered). “Let go for me, sweetheart. Just let go.”

You nod, hand tightening on the long strands of his hair.

He groans into you, loving the tingling sensation you create.

“J- Jake. I’m gonna-” You can’t finish warning him what’s about to happen, he knows and keeps pushing you.

His name is the only thing spilling from your lips. He removes his mouth from your warm slit and pecks along your torso, nipping at your warn skin like he did before, he reaches your chin and swallow your moans when he swipes your clit from side to side at a faster pace.

Your thighs are shaking, pathetic moans come from the bottom of your throat.

“I need you to come for me, sweetheart.” His hot breath hits your ear. “Can you do that for me?” He asks. You don’t respond, he rips your hand away from your mouth.

Your eyes snap open to find the windows to his soul swirling with lust and yet the softness of his expression makes you clench around his fingers. “Can you do that for me?”

“I need you,” the first sentence you mutter in bed this evening.

“What’s that?”

You frown at him stupidly hot and cocky smirk. “Need you.”

“Yeah? Need what?”

You squeeze his fist with your interlocked fingers.

“I’m gonna need you to be specific for me, sweetheart.”

“Need you.”

“You keep sayin’ that but, I don’t know what you want.”

“If you- if you don’t fuck me wi-ith your fucking cock. I’m- I’m gonna search through the drawers.”

He grunts, slowing his pace.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving my bratty baby what she wants.” He untangles himself from your grasp and starts to lean over for the nightstand.

You grasp his forearm. Is that a vein? “Come inside me.”

He slowly turns his head. “Yeah?”

You wrap your shaky legs around his waist the best you could. “Do it.”

He smiles, leaning down to peck your lips, “just know, you asked for it.”

You pout before biting your lip when you feel him rubbing his hard cock against your wetness.

“You still gonna be a brat after I give you what you want?”

“’M not a brat,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “If anyone’s a brat,” you suck in a deep breath as he eases himself into you.

“Please, keep going. I gotta know the end of that sentence.” His hips tap your as he moves at a slow pace wanting to make sure it’s enjoyable for the two of you. He notices the change in your expression and fastens the pace. There she is. “Is my bratty baby happy now?”

One hand slides up into his hair, you tug on the strands, slightly pulling his head back. “You’re the brattiest one out of the two of us.”

The corner of his lips tugs upwards, “or is that what I want you to think.”

You want to say more, figure out what the hell he’s talking about until one of his hands drops town to your sensitive bundle. You close your eyes.

He lowers his head, nipping and marking wherever he can reach.

You don’t know how he does it but you’re close and he's right there with you.

“Open your eyes.” His breath hits your face, your eyes snap open. His gorgeous eye color replaced with his dilated pupils.

You cup his cheek and pull him closer, feeling his chest flushed against yours. Nothing about this kiss is sweet, it’s teeth clashing, hot breaths mingling until you throw your head back calling out his name.

One hand leaves your hip, placed over your mouth. “I know it feels good, sweetheart but you gotta keep quiet.”

You open your eyes, brows furrowed, lips pouting.

“Don’t give me that look, you know we’re not alone.”

You nod, knowing he’s right but he doesn’t have to say it. Oh. Oh. You purse your lips, virtually kissing his hand.

He moves his opposite hand from your hip to your clit, pushing you to finish.

Neither of you say anything as you clench around him.

He quietly moans against your shoulder, his sweaty forehead resting there.

You both call out the others name, quiet enough to not wake the kids. Your back arches, eyes closed, vision going white the tighter you squeeze your eyelids shut.

The warmth of your body pressing against Jake’s ends him. Your chests heave with every breath you two take.

He chuckles, pecking the skin above your heart. He pushes himself up in a half push up position. “Is my bratty baby satisfied?”

You scoff, smacking his arm. “Are you?”

“I’m more than good and you,” he pecks the side of your neck, “know that.”

“It’s nice to hear once in a while.”

He lifts his head. “Using my own words against me now?”

“Always.”

His arms slither against your sides until he cups your head, completely caging you with him.

You lightly scratch his head.

He only gives you that full teeth, cheeky smile of his as he removes your hand from his hair, placing a long kiss on your wedding ring. He places a kiss on your chin before he detaches himself from you.

You bite your lip when he pulls out and of course, he looks up at you.

“Someone missing me?”

You roll your eyes, “help me out of bed, idiot.”

He walks around to your side of the bed, helping you balance yourself. “Just remember, you married this idiot.”

“Ah, yes. My mistake.”

“You’re so mean.”

“You married this,” you gesture to yourself.

He slides up behind you, hands resting your hips. “I had to take you off of the market before anyone else fell for your attitude.”

“I have no attitude.”

He chuckles against your neck, “of course, not gorgeous.”

You roll your eyes and push himself away from you, pointing at him with your stern “mother pointing finger” (as Maryanne, Edwin, Mickey, Bradley... basically anyone who’s been on the receiving end of it, says that) at him. “You stay outside.”

He scoffs, “you make me sound like a dog.”

“You’re a horn dog.”

“So mean,” he mutters and starts to clean himself up a bit.

You two finish and Jake wraps his arm around your waist as he helps you back into bed. You yawn, covering your mouth. “We should change the sheets,” you mutter, knowing how much of a hassle it’ll be if you don’t do it now.

He shushes you. “I’ll take care of it before the party, okay?”

You nod, eyes closed unaware of the world around you.

He pulls you closer, resting your head against his chest.

You have everyone on the assigned task you gave them right as they walked through the door while you do the finishing touches on your baby boy’s cake.

“I’ll be right back,” he pecks your cheek.

You make sure the piece stays up before looking over at your husband. “Where are you going? We have an hour until the kids start coming. I cannot deal with the others by myself, Jake. I am one person.”

He only smiles, “outfit change.”

You purse your lips. “I’ll be back, it won’t take me long.”

“Why couldn’t you have gotten dressed in your outfit earlier?”

“I didn’t want to rip anything. I love you!”

You clench your jaw and turn back towards the cake. “Okay, it’s done. Now we can put it back in the fridge before it melts.” You turn away from the fridge to find Mickey and Bob messing around. You stomp towards the window above the kitchen sink and slam it open. “What the hell are you two doing?”

Their eyes widen and they try to run only to wind up bumping into one another until Bob forces Mickey to turn around and the two disappear around the corner.

“You two better have finished what I told you to do!”

“You need a drink,” Natasha says, leaning against the wall.

“I could use five right now.”

She places her hands on your tense, knotted shoulders and forces you to sit down on the bar stool. “Breath, honey. You’ve got this. Everything is going according to plan.” She walks over towards the window and slides it open, “cock fighter!”

Bradley walks towards the window, “yeah?”

“We need your alter ego; Sir drinks a lot.”

“Who?”

“Mama of the hour.”

“You got all I need?”

“Bags are on the table.”

The mustached man of the hour enters, a smile stretching across his lips his arms spread, “Let’s make some drinks.”

You take slow sips with Natasha sitting beside you and Bradley making drinks for the others.

“What’s got you spinning?”

You shrug.

“Come on,” she starts, “spill it girl.”

You and Bradley turn towards her.

“I can’t pull that off, can I?”

“No.”

You both shake your heads.

“Sorry, hon.”

“Moving on, tell papa bear and Hawaii what’s going on.”

You fight the urge to smile until you hear the others laughing.

“How many drinks have you had Nat?”

“This is my first.”

“What did you buy, Brad?”

“What me? Nothing.”

You stare at him with a raised brow.

“Nothing!”

“She only gets in her weird nickname moods when she’s had her,” you lean forward to whisper, “girly drinks.”

“What do you think I made her?”

“We’re getting nowhere. Is the party almost ready?”

“We’ve been done for the last,” he turns towards the window. “We still have fifteen minutes and I need… grass for a… garnish. We’ll see you later!”

“Why do they think I’m an idiot?”

“Because they don’t use their brain.”

“That’s a plausible theory.” Your back faces the entry way to the kitchen, you didn’t notice Jake standing there in his replicated outfit he wore as a teenager.

Natasha looks over at the kitchen entrance and smirks; she knows for a fact that you’re going to be extremely horny.

When you two first saw a picture of your husband when he was younger, she was cracking jokes while you got extremely quiet. She happened to glance over in that moment and knew (just like she does now) that you were horny and were bound to jump him at one point or another.

She lifts her drink and gets off the bar stool; walking by him she says, “cowboy.”

“Princess Phoenix.”

She shakes her head and disappears around the corner, doing God know what (or so you think).

You turn at the sound of his voice. You almost let your jaw drop, almost and yet you don’t. It’s better to pretend like your core is getting warmer and warmer the more you look at him. You know your husband is hot, like super fucking hot and half the time you don’t know what to do with yourself but you never expected to find him to be this fucking hot, you’re damn near hot under the collar of your cute shirt that says “it’s my baby’s birthday” on the front and say “happy birthday” on the back with a picture of Edwin at age 2, covered by a flannel.

You love it, oh crap! You gotta make a note to thank Javy and Natasha (the most) but also everyone else for all that they surprisingly managed to do without needing to call some type of authority or an ambulance (you’ve heard their stories). At least, you hope that’s the case because Bradley ran out of the kitchen awfully fast. But none of that is important because all you want to do is jump your husband’s bones (again).

You check the clock on the microwave, you have time to run to the bathroom in your bedroom and splash some freezing water on your face. You don’t notice the smirk resting at the corner of your husband’s lips.

He knows exactly what he’s done, he knows how his pictures from his youth make you feel, and he loves it. He searches for a drink, see if you make a move and if not, he’s dragging you to your shared bedroom.

Natasha re-enters the kitchen, searching for a snack, wanting something to soak up the few drinks she’s had.

You point to the cooler near the kitchen entrance, “I know you’ve already had a drink, but this is for you to share with the others. We have drinks in there for the kids, and we have another cooler in the garage for the adults. No hard drinks, only things you and the others consider “light.” Snacks are in the bags on the dining table and I’m gonna run upstairs and get myself ready. I don’t think leggings are a good idea for the party. Can you maintain everything for a few seconds?”

She smirks, glancing over at Jake, “you mean “can you watch over everyone and everything while I go to my room and take care of myself.” Sure, I can but do I want to?”

“Phoenix,” you say with the stern mom tone you use when one of the kids are hiding candy and they know they aren’t allowed to have any at that designated time.

She raises her hands, “okay, okay.” She snickers as you run.

“You’re mean.”

“Oh, like you aren’t gonna do the same thing when you’ve got her alone.”

He places a hand over his heart, “I would never. Now,” he checks his watch. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to have some carnal relations with my gorgeous wife.”

“You can’t even spell relations.”

He pokes his out from the side of the entrance. “Baby on board got me a word of the day calendar… sexy edition.”

She groans, walking over towards the window. “Bob!”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not in charge of gifts anymore.”

He whines, “why?”

“Your gift buying ability has been revoked.”

“But-”

“I said revoked!”

You reach for the towels to pat your face dry, when it’s closer than it normally is. “Jake.”

“Sweetheart.”

“What are you doing here?”

“You left the kitchen awfully fast; I had to come and check on you.”

The towel rests on your cheeks, leaving enough room for your eyes to catch his in the mirror. “Did you now?”

He nods, arms crossed, the bicep area of the shirt is incredibly tight.

You can only imagine the veins bulging in his arms and hands.

“Sweetheart?”

Your eyes snap up, you feel hot. “Sorry.” You place the towel down on the counter, wiping the edge of the sink.

His hand on top of yours stops you. He leans in, is my bratty baby suddenly shy?”

You scoff, “please.”

“It’s okay. You can tell me. Cowboy won’t judge you.”

The door clicks shut.

He fully intends to seduce you, you realize.

“Did you wear this to have an excuse for me to jump your bones?”

“I knew you would one way or another. You can’t just have me once.”

Your butt hits the counter.

“An eye roll, classic move sweetheart.”

“Shouldn’t you be-” He cuts you off, fighting you for dominance in the kiss; his hands tangle their way into your hair, holding onto you for dear life.

You smack his chest, he jerks back. “You- you can’t just kiss me whenever your horny.”

“I could do something else but-”

“No! I’m talking about today. We have a birthday party to attend and- and-”

He places his hat beside you.

“Oh, screw it.” You pull him into you, kissing him harder, teeth clashing and all.

He is more than ready, you chuckle.

He pulls back, staring at you with a confused expression, “what?”

You shake your head, the smile never going away. “Nothing, nothing. Come here.”

Jake grabs your wrists, holding then against the outer part of your thighs. “No, no. Come on, tell me what you find so sunny and I might help you, sweetheart.”

“You’re the one who needs the helping, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t have to look down, he knows. He plants gentle kisses along the side of your neck, throwing you off. “I know, that’s why you’re in here and not out there.”

You throw your head back and let him leave behind a clear trail. “No hickeys.”

“I know. I know,” he grumbles. His lips move along to your chest, his hands lift the bottom of your sundress only to find- “No panties?” His gaze snaps up to yours, that stupidly hot smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You plan on me fucking you, sweetheart?”

You pout, “no.”

“Really? So, you wore this pretty little thing with the shirt Coyote and Phoenix made and your flannel with no panties, for no reason?”

You don’t respond. “Just shut up and fuck me.” Your hands land on the back of his neck as you yank him closer. You swear the clinking of his belt has the hair on the back of your neck standing up.

He rubs his hard cock against your wet slit causing a whine to escape you. “Is my bratty baby getting impatient?”

“I’m not a brat,” you mumble against his neck, waiting for him to enter you.

He bumps against your clit a couple times, each bump drawing a hip thrust from you. He decides to stop torturing you and give what you both desperately need (not that he'd ever admit it). He slowly eases his way in. “It’s like last night never happened?”

“What?”

His hips hit yours as he lets you adjust to him for a minute. “You’re still so tight.”

“Is this something we really need to talk about right now?”

“… No.” He starts moving, getting an easy flow of things.

You cover your move, muffling your whines.

He smirks, watching as you pathetically attempt to quiet yourself. His grip tightens on the thigh of the leg you have wrapped around his waist. Jake leans in, yanking your hand away from your mouth, staring at your open mouth wondering if he could get away with you sucking his aching cock after taking care of you.

“We can’t stay… in here… for long,” you whisper, whining in between your words.

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” He leans in, moving his hands off your waist and onto the bottom of your thighs.

“Jake,” you whine and arch your back off the mirror.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You can feel the fake pout and sympathy he throws your way.

He lifts your thighs, forcing your knees against your chest as he quickens his pace.

You can’t think of full sentences because of how good you feel, moans, whines, and pleads escape you.

Jake loves this, loves when you lose yourself in him, letting him pleasure anyway he can. He drops one leg to reach down for your buzzing bundle, circling it at the same pace his hips snap into you.

You can feel yourself about to-

“Let go, sweetheart,” he mumbles, leaning over you. He rests his forehead on top of your head, the hand on your bundle disappears until he drags your hand (that was clenching the countertop) and directs you into rubbing your clit.

The warmth of his hand on yours disappears, only to now be felt on the back of your neck. He keeps a hold of your neck, preventing you from moving too much as his grip on your thigh tightens when you start to clench around his aching cock.

It’s like you’re having an out of body experience, you don’t realize that your hand is moving at a rapid pace.

He feels like he can’t keep up with you, but this is what makes it worth it (makes him harder and cum faster than he’d like too [although he’ll never admit it out loud]).

High pitched whines start escaping you. They’re too loud. Too loud. Jake pulls your head up, covering your mouth with his.

The noises still come out of you but aren’t as bad as before. His tongue enters your mouth in search of yours, intertwining with one another once found. “Come on, sweetheart. I need you to finish for me.”

You nod.

“Tell me what I said.”

“You… you need me-” You stop talking when you feel his hot hands on your waist, grip tight as he plows into you.

“Come on, come on.”

You throw your head back against the mirror, mouth agape but sounds escape.

He doesn’t slow down, not wanting to miss you come down from your high as his is catching up.

“Jake, it's too much.”

“You can take it. I know my bratty baby loves it when I push her,” he says with a taunting tone.

You couldn’t even begin to defend yourself if you wanted to, your vision goes white.

He stays still, spilling into you (again), panting against your shoulder. He removes his hand from your mouth. “How’s that for-”

You cover his mouth, shaking your head. “Don’t say anything.”

He nods, removing your hand, placing a kiss on your palm.

“We should... we should start cleaning ourselves for the party. Penny and Amelia will be here soon.”

“And the old man?”

“He’s Maverick, he shows when he wants to.”

He chuckles, “you got that right... maybe we could-”

“You are helping me off this counter so I can clean myself up so that we can throw our little boy a damn good birthday party.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You two enter the hallway just in time because Penny and Amelia ring the doorbell, Maryanne and Edwin try to call one of the others over to open the door.

Jake grabs the boy before he could run back. “Here’s the birthday boy.”

He giggles when you poke his sides.

“How old are you now buddy?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“You know exactly how old you’re turning,” you tell him.

He jumps in Jake’s arms, smiling wide. “I’m seven!”

You nod, “yes you are.”

Javy runs in and pulls your husband and child outside with him.

“What- Javy!”

“Guys time!”

You roll your before turning to hug your other baby. “How was it?”

Amelia hands you the giant stuffed goose.

“Where are we putting this, baby?”

“I want him in the corner beside my bookcase.”

“Let’s go get him comfy before Natasha and Callie see it. You know they’ll try to steal him.” You hand her the goose and turn towards your favorite mother daughter duo. “Hello, Benjamins... or should I say future Mrs. Maverick.”

Penny shakes her head.

“There are drinks in the cooler somewhere in the kitchen and snacks on the dining table or if you’re feeling risky, the others are outside.”

“Mom!”

“Duty calls.”

“Hey,” Penny calls out your name. “Yeah, tell Jake to ease up on the pace, you’re walking a little funny.”

You gasp, “Penny Benjamin. How dare you-”

“Mom!” You walk away, hearing the sound of her laughter.

The kids from Edwin’s class arrived and it wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it would be.

The pilots were rowdier than the kids, the kids.

Bob’s playlist was perfect, the kids were dancing and just having so much fun.

Jake approves of “DJ Bob” for the kids' birthdays but not for anything else (he’ll still use Bob because it’s cheaper and he can just pay him with soda, NOT candy... unless it’s before three then Bob’s fine).

You shook your head when you realized why Bradley ran out of the kitchen so fast.

Rueben, Mickey, Logan, and Neal decided it would be a good idea to try and play fireball (the exact same concept as it was on the show friends) thankfully they only used tennis balls.

Oh, and Brigham was the one who lit the tennis balls. It’s safe to say, they were not allowed to touch the candles.

Callie brought her sister and nieces (she didn’t want to leave her sister at her place and asked a few days before the party). The poor girl was so worried when she asked you about it the other day but how could you say no when her sister comes down with the kids every so often.

Mickey took great pictures, he’d walk over and show you after he took a few with the kids playing, Edwin opening his presents, the others being absolute idiots.

After the party he emailed the ones of you and Jake, he could have seriously been a photographer had he not become a pilot.

While Jake puts the kids to bed, you set Edwin gifts off the side so he can play with them tomorrow.

He comes to the living room and helps you. “Everyone’s gone.”

“No, you’ve gotten enough today, mister.”

“But-”

“Jake, no.”

“Jake, yes.”

He sees the expression on your face, his head drops. “Jake, no.”

You lay in bed, close to falling asleep when you realize he didn’t wear a condom.

Sure, he’s said that he wishes the kids were his but having a baby is completely different than older kids. Does Jake want kids? Would he leave if you told him? Or would he be like your crappy ex and just say he can’t do this and leave when they’re old enough to remember him. Is he the kind of guy to do that?

You look down at him when his grip tightens on your waist, head further snuggling into your chest. You lightly scratch his head. You don’t think, no, you know he wouldn’t do that, but your mind doesn’t stop these thoughts from coming.

That night you don’t get much sleep even more so when your baby Maryanne taps the two of you awake.

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Nevermore

Part 4: Only this, and Nothing More.

Paring: Rooster x OC Skylar "Raven" Blackwood

Warnings: Language, fighting. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI

"So, that went well" Maverick states when he and Raven exit Admiral Simpson's office. "Better than I thought it would have, though I was a bit concerned that he immediately went to the negative side of things when he saw us." She states.

"Tends to happen almost every time I'm in an Admiral's office. I seem to piss them off a lot." Maverick shrugs as if he doesn't care, unbothered by the situation.

"I can't say the same, I buzzed the tower one time on a dare and got chewed out, never did it again" Raven tells him as they walk towards the classroom.

"Must be your mother in you. Buzzing the tower is one of my favorite things to do." Maverick grins. "But I will say, you remind me a lot of myself when you fly. You react, you do"

"I've always done that, I have this sixth sense in the air, I always have. Guess I know why now, I must have inherited it." Raven says as they walk into the room. It's still early, they have an 90 minutes until everyone is supposed to report.

"So, would you mind if I asked you some questions, got to know you a little better?" Maverick asked her.

"Only if I get to as well." Skylar replies. "Deal" He agrees.

After about 30 minutes of learning things about each other, Maverick turned to Skylar and asked her something that had been weighing heavy on his mind: "What happened between you and Rooster?"

Raven was taken aback by the question, she hadn't expected it to come from his mouth.

"I only ask, because he hasn't been himself since you've been here. He has gone back to some of his old ways, things I thought he had gotten past." Maverick continued.

"I broke his heart." Skylar said plainly. "I lied to him at the end of flight school. I was given the chance to pick my station, I could have gone with him. But then I was offered a covert mission, the one where I earned my first kill and my call sign. I was so hellbent on proving myself that I took it. And I told him that I didn't have a choice." Raven explained to him.

"Wow, that's, does he know?" Maverick asked.

"No, he doesn't, and that's not even the worst part." She sighed. Maverick looked at her with heavy eyes as she gathered herself to tell him more.

"He asked me to marry him. Told me he loved me, and if we got married we could stay together... and I told him no."

"Oh.... fuck....are you serious?" Maverick was baffled at her confession. "I told him I wasn't ready for that kind of commitment, I loved him but, that wasn't what I wanted. We decided to stay friends. But we lost touch, until I came back here." She finished

For once in his life Pete Mitchell was speechless. "Guess you're more like me than I thought."

"What do you mean?" She asked him

"There were a few women in my past, your mom and Penny for example... I left them because I was focused on my career too." He told her.

"Penny like the bartender?" Raven asked him. "Yup." He responded.

"Now the thing is Mav, I don't know if I could ever tell Bradley the real reason I said no. Because I did love him, even though we only were together six months, I've never loved anyone besides him. I still love him if I'm being honest. But, if I tell him what really happened, that I chose my career over him, that I've lied to him all these years, he'll never trust me again. And if he doesn't trust me, I can't fly this mission." Skylar states, her voice heavy with despair.

"Can I give you some... fatherly advice?" Maverick asks her. She shakes her head.

"You have to tell Rooster the truth, it's the only way either of you can move forward, and the only way he is going to be able to get out of his head." Maverick tells her.

"Tell me the truth about what?" Rooster's voice cuts through the classroom. Both Maverick and Raven jump up, startled by him.

"Rooster, you're early." Skylar stammers out. Panic flashes across her eyes.

"I'm always early, but what do you need to tell me the truth about Skylar? Maverick already called me last night about your situation so I know it's not that". He states as he walks futher into the room

"Oh wow I didn't know he told you. We just talked to Cyclone this morning about it, we were going to tell the rest of the team today." Skylar says avoiding his question.

"Cut the bullshit Raven! What do you need to tell me the truth about?!" Rooster yelled while slamming his hand down on the table. Skylar jumped at the sound. She didn't like the way he used her call sign instead of her name.

"About my orders after fight school." She whispered out.

"What about them?" He asked, his voice still thick with anger.

"I didn't have to go Asia if I didn't want to. They gave me a choice of where I wanted to go, or if I wanted to fly a covert mission. I chose to got across the world instead of staying with you." She confessed.

Rooster stood there for a moment processing, Maverick looked between the two of them, not sure if he should say something or not.

"You could have went with me. You could have stayed." Rooster spoke. A statement rather than a question.

"Roosie, I" She tried to defend herself

"Don't 'Rooise' me!" He shouted at her.

"I begged you to talk to them, to try and change your placement. I held you when you cried and you told me everything would be alright! I poured my heart out to you! I asked you to fucking MARRY ME Skylar because I loved you and I didn't want to lose you! But you lied to me! You could have chose me but you DIDN'T! I've never loved anyone besides you, and it was all what? A game to you? Did I even mean anything to you?" Rooster screamed. His face was flushed with anger.

"Bradley I..." she tried to interjected but he cut her off.

"I can't believe how selfish you were Raven! How could you! Maybe I've should have seen that you were Maverick's kid from a mile away because just like him, you always chose your career over everything! Did you even love me? Did you even care?" He yelled as a few stray tears slipped down his cheeks.

"Rooster, of course I cared. And I did love you.... I still do." Skylar whimpered out her own tears fell.

Rooster clenched his fist and grabbed his things.

"I don't even know who you are anymore. I thought you were my friend Skylar. I thought you loved me. Guess I was wrong." Bradley spat as he walked towards the door.

"Where are you going we have training?" Raven asked. He paused and turned around. "I earned a day pass last week for shooting down Maverick. I'm using it today." He seethed before going to open the door.

"Oh, and have fun with your little 'daddy- daughter training job today." He said before pushing past the rest of the squad who had arrived just in time to hear his last comment and watch him storm away.

The rest of the team filed in and sat down in complete silence until Hangman finally spoke up. "So do either of you want to tell us what the fuck that was about?" He asked looking between Maverick and Raven.

She tried to regain her composure, but it was no use. Skylar quickly grabbed her bag and ran out of the classroom.

She had to get to Bradley, she had to make things right. She recalled what Maverick had said to her the day before, you can't change the past, but you can fix the future.

She scrambled into the parking lot to find that Rooster and his Bronco were gone, thankfully she knew where he was living.

She sped to the house he told her he had purchased not long ago and was relieved to find his car parked there.

She jumped out of hers and bounded up the steps. She pounded on his front door until she head his heavy footsteps behind it and the lock turn. When he opened the door, he tried to slam it right back in there face, but Skylar managed to wedge her boot in the frame.

"Bradley please, let me explain." She begged him. He sighed, knowing she wouldn't leave until her point was made, he begrudgingly opened the door.

Skylar rushed in a poured her heart out to him. She told him how sorry she was and that she was scared when he brought up marriage. She was afraid of losing him or worse losing herself. She had to fight to get where she was in life and she always felt like she had something to prove.

She begged him for his forgiveness, because she didn't want to lose him again. Tears streaked her face as she plead her case, and when she was done she told him something he had longed to hear for ages. "I still love you Bradley, I never stopped."

After she finished word vomiting her feelings she stood there in his living room panting, waiting for his response. Rooster's face was expressionless.

"Well I guess that's all then, see you on base Monday." Skylar said after a few more moments of silence. She moved to walk past him and leave, but Rooster reached out and grabbed her by her bicep, halting her movements.

She looked up at him and then back down to where he was holding her. It wasn't a tight grip, she could easily break free if she wanted to. They both knew that, but she didn't, she wanted to know what he was going to say.

But instead of speaking, Rooster pulled her closer and crashed his mouth into hers.

The kiss was hot, heavy, and demanding.

He yanked her body into him as their mouths moved together. Their kisses were filled with anger, emotion, a longing, a need that both of them had burning inside them for the past seven years.

Ravens arms wrapped around his neck as she fisted his curls. She tugged on them hard, causing a growl to escape Rooster.

He moved them backwards until Skylar felt her back make contact with the wall. Rooster continued to assulat her mouth, it was a messy mix of lip, teeth, and tongues.

He peeled his lips away from hers and moved them across the column of her throat as his fingers unzipped her flight suit and pushed it off her body. Skylars hands moves to push his pants off his hips while Rooster stripped himself of his shirt. Both articles of clothing were tossed somewhere in his living room.

He pressed Skylar back against the wall and grabbed her arms, pinning them above her head. She struggled in his grip but he held her firmly in place.

He tapped her hips and she jumped to wrap her legs around his waist. She could feel his hard cock grinding into her core.

"Bedroom" she groaned against his lips. Rooster must have agreeded, because soon he was peeling her away from the wall and blindly stumbling towards his room. He didn't account for his long forgotten shirt to trip him up. He slipped causing him to roughly drop Skylar on his sofa.

Without missing a beat, she pulled him down with her and straddled his waist.

She ground her core down on him, her panties were already soaked through she knew he could feel her wetness between them.

Her pulled her sports bra over her head and tossed it behind the couch.

She took the opportunity to seal her lips on his pulse point causing him to let out a low moan and jolt his hips upward.

"Fuck" She cursed under her breath at the sensation.

Using his feet as leverage he flipped Raven into a sitting position and knelt to the floor infront of her. She gasped at the sensation and groan at the sight before her.

Rooster was kneeling between her thighs, his lips coated with their mixed saliva, cheeks flushed, and curls askew. He leaned down and sucked her clit into his mouth over her panties. She cried out at the sensation as he repeated it again.

"Shit Rooster." She moaned out as he fisted her underwear and ripped them from her body.

She didn't have a moment to protest before his lips were on her core.

Skylar ground her center against his face, his mustache supplying a delightful friction that she had been missing.

"Fuck Bradley just like that. Feels so good." So moaned out throwing her head back.

Skylar tasted like heaven to him, and Rooster would be lying if he said he didn't miss the way his name sounded when it left her lips or the way she pulled at his hair while his fingers and tongue worked in tandem. He was painfully hard straining against his boxers but he so desperately wanted to make her scream for him like she used to.

He pushed a second finger into her and curled them up in a way that he knew would have her seeing starts. The traced his tongue over her swollen, throbbing bundled as she bucked faster and harder against his face.

"That's it baby, take what you need from me. Cum for me Skylar, need to taste more of you." He groaned into her center.

Skylar chased her as she writhed above him on the couch. Her eyes screwed shut as he curled his wrist and his nibble fingers hit her gspot. She screamed Bradley's name as he worked her through her high.

It was incredible, she hadn't felt that good since the last time they were together. None of her other partners could work her like he could.

Soon his lips became too much and she pulled his face away. The trail of spit that dangled from his mouth and connected to her core had her clenching around nothing.

She may have just had a mind blowing orgasm, but she needed more.

Skylar pushed Rooster onto his back, he hit the living room rug with a thud and she climb on top of him, kissing him with fervor.

"What happened to the bedroom?" He asked in-between kisses.

"S'been seven years. Don't want to wait seven more seconds." She groans out as she pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang free.

God it was still just as glorious as she remembered it.

She wrapped her hand around him and gave him a few strokes. He thrust up into her fist and groaned at the sensation.

"Fuck Sky, need you now." He moaned. She removed her hand and straddled him.

"C-condom?" He gritted out as she slid her wetness over his length.

"On the pill and clean." She replied. "Clean too." He groaned.

That was all she needed to hear before grasping onto the base of his length and sliding down on it. When he was filled seated in her she paused for a minute to get used to his size.

No one she had been with in the past compared to Bradley. He was surely the biggest she had ever been with. The stretch he provided toed the line between pain and pleasure.

She flexed around him causing him to be pulled deeper into her if that was even possible.

After a few moments. She could feel Rooster stirring under her, desperately trying not to drive up into her.

She placed her hands on his torso and and rose up almost completely off of him and sank back down on him.

"Fuck" He hissed out. Skylar repeated the motion starting off slow and building up her rhythm.

Rooster's hands found her hips and gripped them. She felt the blunt tips of his nails dig into her flesh and she was certain she would have finger print shaped bruises on her for weeks to come.

Throwing caution to the wind Rooster planted his feet and began to drive up into her. Meeting her thrust for thrust.

"Shit Sky, you feel so fucking good around me. Forgot how good this little cunt felt taking my cock. He groaned as he continued to drive into her.

Rooster sat up, changing the angle at which he was meeting her. The head of his cock found that spongy area deep inside her.

"Oh fuck Bradley, right there!" Skylar cried throwing her head back. She wrapped her arms around his torso. Her hands clawed at his shoulder blades, surely leaving evidence of their romp behind.

In a moment of hazy desire Rooster flipped Raven under him. Her back hit the floor with a soft thud.

Rooster took a moment and leaned back on his calves. Raven looked back at him... took shocked or too far gone in her pleasure to argue with him.

He picked up his movements at a much slower pace than before earning his a groan of dissatisfaction from her.

"Rooster.. Rooster... please." She whimpered

He picked his pace up slightly. God he loved it when she begged.

"Please, please, harder, faster, I need more!" Raven called out from under him.

"Rooster!" She moaned trying to meet his thrust to get herself to that much needed peak.

"Say my name and I'll let you cum." Rooster purred to her as he drove his hips into her.

"Rooster please let me cum!" Skylar begged.

"That's not my name princess. He retorted.

"Bradley... please!" She cried out again.

Rooster gave a disapproving tsk as his finger began to circle her clit. "Still not the name I'm looking for Baby Girl.

In the back of mind Skylar knew what he wanted her to say, but she was trying so hard not to break.

"Lieutenant Commader Bradshaw, please sir let me cum!" She panted. God she was so close, yet so far away.

Rooster's larger hand snapped forward and wrapped around her throat. He leaned down close to her. "Skylar, you know who I am, you know who the only person is that can make you feel this good, quit being a brat and just say it." He whispered in her her.

Skylar couldn't fight it anymore. She knew he was right.

"Daddy!" She screamed. "Daddy, please, please, please let me cum.

"Good Girl." Rooster praised her. He pushed one of her legs over his shoulder and quickened his pace. He was relentless against.

"YesDaddyYesYesYes!" Skylar babbled out as her orgasam slammed into her. Bradley fucked her through it before following suit, spilling hot and deep into her.

His body collapsed on top of her.

He rolled over onto his side as to not crush her with his weight.

Rooster pulled Raven onto his chest. They both lay there sweaty and panting.

Neither of them spoke. The only other sound in the room was their breathing and their erratic heart beats.

They both looked at each other for a moment before Skylar sat up and spoke.

"I'm sorry I hid the truth from you all these years. I never wanted to hurt you Bradley, because I do love you. I spent so much of my life not knowing who part of me was. I felt like I always had to to prove myself. I lost sight of what was important."

"I'm sorry too Sky. We were kids back when flight school ended. I was just afraidlosing you. Everyone I ever loved I lost. I was scared of that happening, and I came on too strong, and I pushed you away. I lost you." Rooster spoke.

"I think we both made some mistakes. I think we both have regrets, but I'm willing to try again... if you are." Skylar looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"Yeah. I'd like that too." Rooster replied before kissing her.

Their sweet moment was short lived thanks to a knock on Rooster's door.

"Rooster, Raven, I know you two are in there, both of your cars are in the driveway. Can I please come in?" Maverick called to them.

An oh shit look crossed both of their faces as the two pilots scrambled to get their clothes back on.

"Just a minute Mav!" Rooster called out to him.

"Shit!" Raven cries as she caught sight of herself in the mirror in his living room. Right above her collar was a red mark, a piece of evidence of their encounter.

"Um... go to the bathroom and see I have some bandaids to cover it up?" Rooster suggested as she looked to him for advice.

Skylar quickly ran out of the room while Bradley attempted to hide any trace of the sex he and Raven had just had.

Now that Maverick knew he was her father, he didn't want to get on his bad side.

He opened the door. "Hey Maverick." He greeted him nervously.

"Hi Rooster. Is Raven here?" Maverick asked taking a skeptical step in.

"Yeah she is in the bathroom." Rooster replied scratching his next. Moments later Raven emerged.

"Oh hey Mav—Da—um" She trailed off honestly not sure what to call him.

"Hi Raven." He greeted her. Raven went and stood next to Rooster. Both of them with nervous grins on their faces.

"So I take it you two worked everything out?" Maverick asked looking between them.

"Yes Sir, we sure did." Rooster answered quickly.

"I see." Maverick responded. "So... you're good? Everything okay? Nothing I should be worried about?

"No sir, everything is fine." Raven smiled.

"Okay, well... I'll see you on Monday then." Maverick stated before walking out the door.

Both Rooster and Raven took a deep breath before Rooster's phone pinged.

The blood drained from his face after reading the message.

"What does it say?" Raven asked. Rooster turned the phone to her unable to speak

Maverick: Rooster, just a reminder that any...marks... visible in uniform can result in a citation for destruction of government property. I don't care what you and Raven do, just be safe and smart about it.

Raven turned red as a beet once she read the message. She then looked at Bradley and saw the exact mark her father and texted him about.

"Well... its a good thing we have the weekend off!" She laughed before kissing him.

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OC LIST (New)

Trey:

Has an ability to mimic or amplify abilities/powers of others, as well as telekinesis

Was previously part of a group of people who also had abilities, however after mistreatment and other issues within the group, he left.

He's got a good wealth behind him.

Extremely gentle

Handsome ;)

Loves photography

Has lavender hair

Respects all

'Secretly' Plays violin

Lowkey a sugardaddy

Hamrish Benat:

Has four eyes!

Pink and blonde hair

He loves parkour (as in climbing buildings and leaping around in gyms)

Has PTSD (There are two AUS of which I default as to how he obtained it)

Ready to deck a bitch

Trained nurse

Loves teddy bears and fuzzy pink socks.

Also goes by Hami/Hayden

Andy peters:

Strong, kind.

The quiet Big Type, doesn't always talk, but his heart is in good places.

Wishes he could do more

Buff + Tall

Wears a pair of dogtags.

Has red streaks in his hair for the fun of it

Is extremely brotherly to Adrian

is friends with Hami

Adrian Géarán:

Nervous Malnutritioned anxiety filled tired mess

Has emotionally linked fire abilities (does not like having them)

likes to make little robots!

Easily bullied

Missing an arm

Struggles with normal life

Blames himself for Andys death

Looks unintentionally vaguely like Fry from Futurama

Chris:

Leader of a summer camp for kiddos

Huge fan of the outdoors

Loves to garden

Red head with freckles

Healthy!

Good build, a little on the below-average male height

Likes to hike

Loves kids

Strong but pacifistic

Great smile

Surprisingly a little shy around other adults

Bisexual

Himbo energy

Douglas Connelly:

Just a regular chubby guy

His chub is only important because this man gives some of the best hugs, he's like a marshmallow

He is outwardly confident about his size, even if it sometimes worries him internally

He loves music, loves to groove in the kitchen while making snacks

Always open for roommates and new friends (one of his roommates is a hot bartender called Donovan)

A bit awkward but he tries his best.

Tucker:

Badass

Bunny hybrid (ears :3)

White hair

Likes to wear denim jackets

Fast runner

Has had experience working in the force

Izekiel Iris:

Bruised and abused in a facility

Was turned from human into A being of made of Paint (Useful? no. Fun? yes. Rainbow blood anyone?)

Loves painting

Wallflower

Easily anxious

Loves to draw on his own arms

Matthew Libelle:

Aka Matty Very delayed development wise as well as Autistic

Very much a texture lad, soft blankets are his thing.

Doesn't like loud sounds ( who does honestly).

Tries his hardest to function normally but it's hard.

Watermelon colours are his fav. Green hoodie is his fav.

Has watermelon pink hair.

Gale:

Eldritch bab

Was cursed by a group of guys who were messing with magics they didn't understand

Did in fact murder said group of guys and is traumatised by the idea he has become a monster

hears voices

Has Tendrils that have burst out of his back

Has the ability to move from this realm to the Eldritch planes and back. (is terrified of said planes)

Doesn't have a home

Black curly hair- frizzy- shimmers like Slick oil

Shy type kinda, tall Pale. cold.

Kinda wishes he could just go back to normal.

Would really like to eat some fresh warm bread.

Rowan maverick

Was abandoned as a teen

Also known as Rogue/Red.

Lost some of their tongues making them mute

Trained Assassin.

Previously part of a cult

Addict to painkillers (Caused by the mental issues from the cult and the loss of tongue.)

Bad with Physical affection

Could use a friend

Jace

Cop/Ex Cop.

Laid off after an incident

Has a pubby called Otis

Likes the occasional beer

Dad energy

Issac Merewen

Was previously a Teacher - grade 11/12s

Kidnapped and kept Drugged the hell up.

Was given the new name: Jess/Jack. AKA The Jester

Now has Amnesia problems .(Anomic aphasia)

Was stored Cramped in box.

Needs glasses. (Long sighted. Cant see Infront of him for shit without glasses. He specifically likes round ones :3)

Natrually Blonde

He was very inspired by the Chitty Chitty bang bang scene, “Doll on a music box”.

- He naturally has two different coloured eyes :D

-He likes podcast n occasionally audiobooks. Its good for learning/remembering words, and way easier than straining his eyes. Although it is upsetting occasionally when he can remember more of a book/podcast he’s into more than real words or real-life things.

Tyrone Li

Incubus.

Wise, Patient, caring.

Brown tattoos wind up his hips and torso, curling around his chest around his heart, and around his back, flaring at his neck.

Glasses.

Loves plants and flora

Sex lost meaning when he was younger. He wants true intimacy again but he wants to find the right person..

Glamors hide the following features:

Tail, brown that gradients into Green, Leaf like tip.

Horns, curled. (green tipped :0)

Glamors break usually after a certain period of time regardless of feeding, however, during bad situations/fight the body may unglamour to reserve the last of its energy.

Caspian:

Basically immortal but can die (Reincarnations)

Not a pacifist, but not instantly into violence

He was blessed by the Heart of the Ocean (Shes wonderful <3)

Can control water, can do minor healing with water

Can make water bubble/ boil when angry

Glowy veins when powers are active

He has had many many lives

Soft..caring..Doesnt remember alot of his past..

Doesn't know how many times hes died

Doesn't have alot of family or friends

Goes on many adventures

Elio Solren.

Nickname: Sunshine

Good lad.

Is a shapeshifter Dealt with being told he was happy and always upbeat. People leaving or ignoring him whenever he wasn't started building this sense of need to be happy all the time for others.

Lots of struggles with self image. Being perfect. Appeasing everyone. Poor self body love/self body image.

Is scared about The hate from humans about shifters. The jealousy and fear about them being able to hide behind other faces.

Smiles to hide the pain

Punk/hipster vibes

Intricate golden tattoos

Doesn't open up easily

Doesn't like to admit to being in pain

Kotori

AKA Corey

Owl lad!

Bright yellow piercing eyes. But is totally blind. (Face scars)

Loves music.

Plays the uke.. hums..sings sometimes.

Big wings- like barn owl.

Likes to perch in trees

Jeremey Caulfield

Winter baby

Was left bleeding in the snow at some point

Father Lovely old man (John)

Mother died (Ellie)

Birthday December 23h

Blue eyes

Black hair

Russel

Box boy

Glasses

Red hair

Real sweetheart

Really needs more dev ; ;

Jules

Loves tofu n chicken

Touchstarved

Stubborn af

Kicks ass!

Has Sass

Wears binders/sports bras for Lotsa running n such

Black hair big messy pigtails

Dark brown eyes.

Has a navy bear sleeps with it ‘doesn't care’ about it but does

Gymnast/kickboxing. Bandages around hands

Loved swinging bars since being a kiddo

Trampolines!!

Participates in Underground fight ring to make easy money

Sleeps on just a mattress

Has a laptop for study work but she's slowly giving up on bothering.

(She's not one originally but Werewolf Jules is one of my fav things)

Miles

Part mole, part orphan

Lives underground

Very light-sensitive

Is colourblind

Absolute nerd

loves tinkering with things

is scared of humans

very foggy memories of his parents.

Leilah/ Lei

Can make/control shadows.

Owns a Magic skull(Speaks to it)

Lives in the woods

Wears a skull to spook off people from her woods

Has Tattoos that are shadow/absorb shadows

Kinda bad at maintaining friendships

Emotionally Distant

Wears a cloak.

Bao Ketsuyki

Blood magic bab

Short

East Asian.

Pink/red medium length hair

Big pretty red flower scar from blood magic use on her shoulder/ back.

Little bit foolish, little bit reckless.

Has almost died a few times from her magic use.

Oran Audun

Pale

Punk

Irish

Plays Guitar

Writes in journal, occasionally song lyrics, occasionally little messy ink drawings.

Easy to aggravate (On edge) however is trying to learn how to meditate and be calmer

Covered head to toe in scars but still tries to find confidence in himself. He doesn't find it unattractive, but he feels like others have no need to witness his scars.

loves wearing leather/fabric wrist bracelets

Unwelcome hands have used his body as a research object

Very very against physical contact, needs to break into it.

Ray

Social worker works mainly with kids.

Has a Shy guy tattoo.

His family consists of a Good ma, younger sister, and super baby brother

Dad died but dad was good.

Dirty blonde hair, kinda messy

Short, 5’

Socks the pupper is his helpful lil buddy (hes so round and white and fluffy)

Super dad vibes.

Owen

a hockey player n gymnast.

His mother died when he was about 9.

has an older brother who is a bit of a big jock type

quite protective and caring of his two much younger siblings.

ended up in a nasty scuffle though at some point during his more competitive years in Hockey

This leads to following his passion for Gym

Pole vault, the rings, trampoline.

Still plays hockey among mates or strangers on the weekends in the cold months tho

Ends up taking a position as a gym teacher for kids after taking a childhood course since he was so good at it.

actually a really sweet guy

Soft but likes his sport and jokes.

He can hold his own somewhat more than he appears.

has blue tips/stripes in his blonde hair.

He often wears varsity jackets or baseball tees. As well as a couple other sport wear shirts. (A. Good few are from his bro ofc. Free merch)

He's short but he's got a fairly decent build on him.

He's got a surprisingly good tackle if you aren't careful. And a good grip strength.

Nohea

but everyone calls him Noah.

Works at a Boba tea cafe..

likes to surf.

has an Epic board.

Back and shoulders all littered with lines and tic tac toe-like scars.

he's the type to brush off any questions and change topic while smiling. But not super bubbly. Just. Go lucky.

has a few friends who like to hang out at the cafe

Was in a surfing accident that involved a lot of rocks.

Ila

4’8 Soft. Short.

Ready to protect.

Loves to bake!!!

Smells like a vanilla cupcake most of the time

Isn't afraid to fight although isn't trained

likes Yoga ( and yoga pants)

Needs glasses but doesn't wear them (tsk tsk, unless tryign to read recipes)

Dyes hair silver/white

Jake

Homeless

Snake hybrid can transform his lower half from human legs to tail

Also has fangs, and therefore venom

He's got a lot of sass

Can be a bit of an asshole but soft around the right people

Isn't used to kindness

doesn't cry easily

Steals food

Mac Hiato

Also known as Caf

5’6

Very Grumpy.

Very often has bags under his eyes.

Hoodie is life

Insomnia has serious trouble sleeping.

Has nightmares of strangulation

Occasionally sufferers sleep paralysis

Scared of dark- night lights

Owns a mouse called Bean

Does freelancing webdesgisn/coding as job.

Sits like a gay.

Lives on coffee

Minorly Lactose intolerant

Has One bad eye

Neema

Egyptian

Mechanic

Her dad's a mechanic and used to bring her to work all the time

dead mum: which affected her ability to emote.

Works part time at the garage

Dad likes to bring gifts on their small catch-ups that happen every once in a while.

Sheeee. Suffers a bit of resting bitch face.

she's kinda stunted emotionally because she was raised by her dad, who, isn't great with emotions himself being a man's man and all.

She's very much a tomboy gal. Doesn't exactly get dressed up. because she finds it tiresome and not "her".

Also if she did/does have friends the nickname Nemo 100% crops up because it's sadly alll too fitting but also kinda sweet.

She's actually really into cars and mechanics. Which is one of the few good reasons her dad and her are close.

She's hard to get to know, very quiet. And if you're someone who dominates the conversation she won't speak up much, but you'll be surprised to how much she's listened.

Just because she looks tired and done doesn't actually mean she feels that way.

Samson (Lemonade boi)

His name is Samson, but he prefers Sun/Sunny. (Other more affectionate nicknames include Lemondrop and Sunflower.)

He really likes going out to markets and stuff like that, little stalls or knick knack shops to find the odd kinda items.

He also really likes wandering big forests. (Hes got some o that fae energy) He collects various cool stones/rocks/plants from some of them. He also has some small vials from waterfalls and ponds he’s encountered)

He wants to practice magic to become a witch! He loves the candles and rocks and other cool things that come with the craft. (He inherited things from his father)

He really likes loose fitting shirts too, like flowy things, ones with sleeves that drape past your fingers, or has extra fabric on the bottom that dangle down past hips. (Sometimes they come from the ladies section just because they’re softer and have more variety. Others from op shops and other niche little stores.)

He bought a cologne from a witch that looks cursed but the only curse is that it makes the one who puts it on smell like citrus..so not much of curse. (The bottle looks fuckin neato tho)

He looves fizzy drinks. Doesn’t mind his alcohol either, however it takes a surprising amount to get him on his ass despite looking like a serious lightweight.

He’s pretty average in build, bit of muscle in his arms, some fat on his thighs. Slight pouch of a tum (cause no ones flat and thats unrealistic :<)

He’s about 5′4. So not tall, but not the shortest of the short.

He kinda likes to backpack about. Not staying in places long if they get boring. Which means he is kinda jack of all trades when it comes to work, offering to fix things for pay, lots of casual work doing various things.(One of his favorites was helping a little old lady run a paint shop.)

He occasionally snorts when he laughs and tries not to.

He has his ears pierced, and he has a little yellow gemed stud in his nose.

The ring around his neck he found in the middle of a patch of mushrooms.

He has a couple other tattoos. One of them is of bubbles up his wrist :3 He also has some stars on his ankle, and a sunflower on one of his fingers on his left hand.

He’s not super in to gardening but he does have his lemon tree. He also wants to grow some mandarins

His eyes look silver in a lot of lights, but occasionally there’s some strange hints of yellow, and other times blue.

He has freckles!!!! that look alot like bubbles ;)

He has a twin brother called Fraser.

Scrunches his nose

Hides his laughter behind his hand

#OC List #ocs #god this took forever #B's Ocs #my list #oc list new #fuck me ; ;#im not gonna tag all of them.. its not worth it..#thanks for the reminder anon

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