#top gun blurb

[topguncortez]

"honey, I'm home" SCREAMS Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Bradley Bradshaw can not enter a room without letting everyone know he’s there. it’s probably something he inherited from his father, but he is one person who knows how to make an entrance.

The first time he had ever called out that ridiculous yet iconic line, was right after you moved in together. It had caught you off guard, making you round the corner with a questionable look on your face making sure you did in fact here him yell:

“honey, i’m home!” Bradley said again as you stood in the doorway.

“i see that,” You said, shaking your head at him, “And what is this announcement for?”

“Well,” He set down his duffle bag, “I thought I should tell you I was home,” He walked over to you and pulled you into his arms, making you squeal, “So you didn’t think i was an intruder. We’ve only been living together…” Bradley checks his watch, “43 hours and 25 minutes.”

You smile at the mustached man in front of you, “Well thank you for announcing your presence and scaring any potential burglars away.”

“All a part of the ‘living with Bradley Bradshaw’ package you purchased.”

“Yeah?” You bit your lip, your eyes raking over the bit of chest hair that was poking out of the top of his black t-shirt, “What else is included in the package?”

“This,” Bradley quickly hoisted you over his shoulder and carried you upstairs to your new shared bedroom.

[tongue-like-a-razor]

Oooo baby! Happy 4K!! Hangman with “knowing their allergies and medical history while in the ER” please?? 💕

Thank you so much!! Here's some Jake for you! Enjoy!

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Brother's Best Friend

Jake Seresin x Reader

You hobble over to the receptionist to get a clipboard with an intake form, wincing every time you put weight on the ankle you twisted missing a step when you tried to join your friends at the firepit in the backyard. To your great excitement, your brother’s best friend (and the guy you’ve been crushing on for the better part of your life), had been the only one in the group sober enough to drive you to the hospital. Unfortunately, Jake Seresin also spent the entire ride over reprimanding you for not turning on the light before coming down the stairs.

You take a seat in the waiting room just as he enters the building after parking his car.

“It’ll be a few hours,” you tell him. “You could just pick me up in the morning.”

Jake gives you an amused look. “And leave you here alone in your inebriated state?”

You grimace. “I’m not inebriated. Anymore.”

He hooks an eyebrow as he lowers himself into the seat beside you.

“Maybe your tedious lecture sobered me up,” you grumble.

Jake chuckles. “Sorry, I might’ve gotten a little carried away.”

You shrug, leaning away from him slightly because his arm brushes against yours when he rests his back into the seat. His shoulders are so wide that it’s impossible to sit beside him without making contact. You lean forward to start filling out your form.

Several moments later, Jake taps on the clipboard in your hands. “Didn’t you take ibuprofen for the pain?”

You glance up at him slowly, pulling the clipboard protectively into your chest. “So?”

“They need to know what you’re on.”

“What I’m on?” you say with a laugh. “It’s not like it’s meth, Jake.”

“Write it just in case,” he says. “And how much alcohol have you had?”

You roll your eyes and shift in your seat so that your back is turned toward him. “Let me concentrate.”

But Jake is already half standing to look over your shoulder. “Migraines, right?” he mutters, pointing at the list of existing conditions.

“Jake, do you mind?” you say. “This is private information.”

But Jake ignores your request entirely and starts tapping on the allergy section that you’ve left blank. “You’re allergic to cats,” he says. “Give me that!” He yanks the clipboard out of your hands.

“Jake!” you exclaim. “They don’t care if I’m allergic to cats. This is a hospital. They want to know if I’m allergic to any medications.”

“Shh,” Jake shushes you. “Let me concentrate.”

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[of-many-fandomss]

jake seresin being drunk and coming home to the reader and it's basically just really cute and full of fluff!!

My first top gun blurb!! (I’m so mad I had to rewrite this cause it deleted the first time and it isn’t as good this time cause I don’t remember what I wrote)

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Jake was vaguely aware of the fact that he reeked of alcohol, but he couldn’t really find it in himself to care as he stumbled through the short hall towards his bedroom, making a small game out of trying not to hit the walls in his drunken state.

Rooster had just dropped him off at home after a ‘guys night out’ at the Hard Deck for their first week off in a long time that may or may not have ended in one too many beers. Originally, he had insisted on staying home with you, to which you laughed and practically had to tackle him out the door to make sure he went to enjoy himself with his friend.

Clumsily, Jake flailed around for the handle, but stopped short as soon as he threw the door open. A person was sitting up against the headboard of his bed, eyes widening a little bit in surprise as they looked up from the book they held open in their lap.

A small smile formed on your lips at the sight of him standing in your doorway looking around in confusion, noticing right away that he was slightly drunk.

“Hey, honey-“

“Who are you?” He hissed in a whisper, “What are you doing in my house?”

The grin widened on your face when you realized just how drunk he was, and you feigned confusion, deciding to play along, “What do you mean?”

He sighed patiently, “Listen, you look lovely, but that’s my girlfriends spot you’re sitting on. And I really love her, so you need to leave.”

“I am your girlfriend,” You smirked, sliding off the bed and striding across the room until you were standing right in front of him, knowing full well that the two of you had been happily married for just over two years. But you also knew from past experiences that mentioning that would send your husband into a whole different spiral of emotions in his drunken state.

His eyes squinted at you until his mouth dropped open in realization and he relaxed, “Oh, darlin’ thank goodness your back,” His southern accent was thicker than it normally was when he was sober, “There was this women on your side of the bed, but I told her to get lost because I love you!” He stated proudly.

“Good job, honey,” You cooed out your praise, bringing his arm to rest around your shoulder so that you could lead him into the bathroom.

You sat him down on the closed toilet seat and made your way over to the sink to get him a cup of water, his eyes trailing after you in adoration the whole way, before you came back and handed it to him, “Drink all of this for me, will you, honey?”

“Yes, ma’am,” He murmured, causing your lips to quirk up slightly.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go get you something more comfortable to wear for bed,” You gave him a quick kiss on the top of the hair before leaving the bathroom.

He frowned after you, rocking back and forth against the seat and waited for you to return.

You barley even stepped foot back into the room a moment later before he sprang up and came barreling towards you, wrapping you into a bone-crushing embrace tightly, burying his face into your hair, “Thank goodness your back!” He gushed, “I missed you so much when you were gone!”

Laugher bubbled up inside you as you wrapped your arms around your husbands torso in return, “I wasn’t gone that long, Jakey.”

“It was too long,” He whimpered back.

Carefully, you pried his hands off of you after a moment and handed him a stack of folded sleep clothes you had just taken out of his drawer.

“Can you get changed?” You asked, to which he nodded his head excitedly and whipped around, accidentally knocking over the half full cup that he had placed on the ground in the process.

“Oh, here, I got-“

“I got it!” He interrupted you excitedly, not even hesitating to shed off his shirt and bend down to start mopping the water off the floor with it.

You blinked once at his toned back, chuckling slightly to yourself at how fast he had reacted to reveal his bare top to clean up a small pile of water.

He stopped suddenly, smirking up at you, “Unless you would rather take off your shirt and do this,”

That at least emitted a loud laugh at you as you shook your head at your cocky husbands antics and helped pull him to his feet once he was all done cleaning up his mess.

You helped him put on the rest of his pajamas- mostly just making sure he didn’t fall into the bathtub- before taking his hand and starting to pull him to the room so that you could both go to sleep.

You were stopped though at a tug of resistance you felt on your arm, and you looked back to question Jake, only to find him frowning down at your intertwined fingers.

“What’s wrong, honey?” You asked worriedly.

Slowly, he lifted your hand to reveal none other than the breathtakingly beautiful, shiny ring that he had used to propose to you with a couple years ago, “You’re cheating on me?” He asked quietly, a look of nothing but devastating heartbreak on his face.

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly before your eyes widened, remembering that you had let him believe that you were still boyfriend and girlfriend, “No, no, Jakey! You’re my husband! We’re married!”

His eyes snapped up to you as his bottom lip quivered and tears began to sine in his eyes, “We are?” He addled quietly.

You quickly took his face between your hands and made him look you in the eyes, “Yes! We’ve been married for two years now!”

Automatically, as if nothing had happened, his features cleared of all sorrow and he grinned at you with a lovesick expression, “Oh, that’s good.”

You threw your head back with a laugh, continuing your journey to the bed, “Yes, that’s very good.”

Even as you helped him slide under the covers, he never once took his gaze off of you, and as you tried to move to get the light switch, you felt his strong but gentle grip stop you once more, “You’re pretty,” He commented, gaze wide and childlike.

You had to physically stop yourself from laughing, knowing that it would do nothing but upset his feelings because he never called you pretty. It was always gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, sexy- not pretty.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” You teased, unconsciously moving a hair out of his face.

“Nuh uh!” He exclaimed, shaking his head back and forth widely, “Only you!”

Your heart melted right then and there and you bent down and placed a lingering kiss on his forehead, “Thank you, Jake.”

Yet again, you tried to go and move, but his hand was still to let go of yours, so you turned back to him to see what he needed.

His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at you, “What about me?” He demanded.

“What about you?” You asked in curiosity.

“Am I pretty?” Within his tipsy state, he wasn’t even joking, making the situation that much funnier.

You chucked slightly, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, “The prettiest,” You promise.

“Nuh uh!” He protested once more.

“And why’s that?” Your eyebrows rose.

“Because you’re the prettiest,” He said in a ‘duh’ tone, “I’m the… second prettiest!”

You laughed again, squeezing his hand lovingly, “The second prettiest it is, then.”

This time, he let you turn off the lights, and by the time you turned back to the bed, his breathing had already evened out and his chest was falling up and down steadily.

[bradleyfuckingbradshaw]

All too well

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Summary: You're at dinner with your boyfriend and some of his colleagues at a restaurant he chose when you look over the menu and realize there's no vegetarian option, but he's too busy with his friends to realize that. Bradley isn't.

A/N Ignore the text on the gif. It was just perfect for this fic

"Babe, did you say this was formal or more casual?" you yell from the bedroom. Clothes are currently covering the bed as you attempt to find the perfect outfit for tonight. It's the first time he's ever brought you to an event with his colleagues from the Navy, and you want to make sure you look like someone who belongs next to him.

"I sort of like you like this," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You chuckle as you peel off his hands from your exposed stomach.

"You're saying I can go in my underwear?" He seems to consider it for just a moment before he picks up a black turtleneck.

"It's more casual than formal. Wear this. You always look amazing in it." He places a kiss on your cheek before leaving you to get ready. Carefully, you paint your lips red as the final touch before grabbing your bag.

"So, who exactly are we meeting?" You gently scratch his neck with your nails as he drives.

"Just a few of my colleagues from Top Gun. For the first time in a few years, we're all stationed in the same area. I'll introduce you when we get there," he says, keeping his eyes on the road. The rain is pouring down heavy outside, and you find yourself thanking the universe for the inkling you'd had when you left home to bring an umbrella.

"Damn, looks like we're the last to arrive," he mumbles, parking as close to the restaurant as possible. He grabs the umbrella and gets out. You wait for exactly thirty seconds before you realize that he's not coming to open your door. He actually just left you without an umbrella in the pouring rain. You roll down the window slightly to yell after him at the same time as he turns around.

"Could you grab the keys? I think I dropped them on the floor." Rightly so, the keys are on the floor of the car. But you're still without an umbrella, and he hasn't even noticed that you haven't gotten out of the car yet. As they start moving inside, one of them breaks apart from the group and rushes over to the car. Even though you're pissed, you put on a smile as he opens the door.

"Figured you might prefer to stay dry," the stranger laughs except he's not a stranger at all. No, you know that voice very well. Your smile tightens when you look into Bradley Bradshaw's taupe eyes. His jaw drops when he notices who you are.

"Shit," he breathes, but you're not about to let this ruin the night.

"Tonight is a big night for him." He nods - just once. And then he walks you to the door, making sure to cover you with his umbrella. Thankfully, there's an empty seat right next to him, and you hurry over to occupy it. Introductions are made, and you should get an Oscar for how well you pretend to have never ever heard the name Bradley Bradshaw before.

"So, Y/N, what do you pass the time with while this knucklehead is away?" the girl, Phoenix, asks with a kind smile. You're about to answer when he cuts in.

"Knucklehead? Who are you calling a knucklehead, Slippery Joe?" Then he embarks on the story of how Phoenix came to be known as Slippery Joe for dropping several valuable engine pieces and breaking every single one of them. You try to smile as they all joke around because you know how happy he is about tonight. So, you look over the menu and to your horror, you notice there's not a single vegetarian meal on this.

"Babe," you say quietly to get his attention, but he's too busy talking to one of the guys you can't remember the name of. That's when you notice Bradley staring directly at you with a menu in hand. You give him a pointed look.

Keep your mouth shut.

Only if you say something yourself.

Once again, you attempt to discretely get the attention of your boyfriend. You try to intertwine your fingers with his, but he moves his hand and inadvertently claps your hand before dropping it. With burning cheeks, you excuse yourself and head up to the bar.

"Is there any chance you can prepare a vegetarian dish?" you ask one of the waiters who passes by. She gives you a funny look, and you're well aware of the irony of asking that question at a steak house.

"The best we can offer is the salad bar," she apologizes before rushing off to another table. When you turn around, Bradley is standing right there.

"He picked the restaurant, you know." Clenching your jaw to keep from outright crying, you walk past him without even acknowledging him.

"He dropped your hand. What sort of dick does that?" Of course he noticed. Spinning around, you point to his chest.

"Not another word, okay? We happened years ago. You don't get to pretend like you know me or my relationship now," you say in a hushed voice to keep the rest of the table from hearing it. With a heavy heart, you return to your seat where your boyfriend continues to completely ignore your existence.

When the waiter comes over, you keep quiet while everyone else orders. When it finally becomes your turn, you smile and say: "I'm not that hungry, so can I just have the salad bar as my meal?" All the guys start howling and crying about how you can't turn down the meat in this place. You insist that you're not really that hungry even as Bradley looks like he's about to explode.

"If you're worried about the bill, I can cover it," your boyfriend whispers, and you can't believe that he thinks this is about money.

"I can't eat a single thing here. I don't eat meat." You try to keep your tone neutral, but you can't help sounding a little disappointed in him.

"Really, you want to pick a fight right now?" Before you even have a chance to respond, he turns back to his friends and throws himself into the conversation. Dumbstruck by his audacity, you keep quiet as the night goes on. Every time someone tries to bring you in to the conversation, he finds a way to make it all about him. And you really try to tell yourself that these people are his friends and he hasn't seen them in forever, but you can't help the nagging feeling that he'd prefer it if you weren't here. Too engrossed in the role of entertainer, he doesn't even notice when Bradley slides a plate of fries across the table to you.

'Clean' he mouths and then rejoins the conversation. With a grumbling stomach, you pull the fries over and notices that he's used his bread plate to make sure they haven't been touched by the meat juice. Despite your best intentions, you can't help but smile as you dig in. But the joy is short-lasting when your boyfriend finally notices.

"You could've just told me if you wanted fries," he says, giving Bradley a side eye that he politely ignores. But you see the smirk he's trying to hide.

"I think I need some air before dessert," you excuse yourself and walk outside. The rain has finally stopped so you take a deep breath and revel in the smell of wet earth.

"Petrichor."

"What?"

"Petrichor. It's what the smell after rain is called." You don't have to be a mind reader to know he too is remembering mornings spent on the balcony right after heavy rain.

"Right." Wrapping your arms around yourself, you take several deep breaths. Suddenly, a coat is draped across your shoulders.

"I know you get cold," he mumbles looking just about every direction except for yours. For once, you accept his kindness. Together, you enjoy the quietness of the evening as the party continues on inside.

"I know this isn't my place to ask but what the hell are you doing with that guy?" You don't immediately shut him down even though you should. This is dangerous territory.

"He's not normally like this," is your only response. And it's true. He's not normally this bad, but he doesn't always treat you like you deserve. You know. You've had many conversations with him about it.

"So, the Navy, huh? I didn't think you wanted that." You'd known Bradley when you were both young, and he'd sworn he wouldn't follow in his dad's footsteps if only to keep his mother from worrying.

"I didn't know what else to do when you left for college. I needed some sort of structure. The Navy offered me that and then I realized just how badly I wanted to be there." He takes a step towards you, and you're stupid enough to stay put. You and Bradley didn't break up because you stopped loving each other.

"What are you doing with him?" he asks again. This time quietly and... hurt? And you truly don't have an answer for Bradley because in this moment in time, you have no idea.

"Why do you care?" you counter.

"Because I love you. Always have, always will," he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. You take several steps back to create some space between you.

"You can't just say stuff like that!" you exclaim.

"Why not? I've flown with him, I've seen him with other women. He is a prick and one of the worst ones." You push past him and lets his coat drop to the floor before entering the restaurant again.

"Hey, I'm not feeling too good. I'll grab a cab home," you whisper and he doesn't even bother to offer to drive you home. He just smiles at you briefly before returning to the conversation. Making a beeline for the parking lot, you try to ignore Bradley. Even as he comes over to stand next to you. And especially as you start shivering from the cold. He doesn't dare offer you his coat this time.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have sprung that on you."

"No, you shouldn't have." A silence much different from before settles on you as you wait for the cab. You rub your arms to try to stay warm but it's impossible. God, why didn't you just bring a coat?

"I can drive you home. It's no problem." You wait at least five more minutes before you begrudgingly walk over to his car. He tries and fails to hide the smirk on his face when he doesn't even have to point it out to you.

"I remember stuff too," you say under your breath as you get in. This has always been his dream car. Even at the age of 16 with absolutely no money or prospects to ever earn enough money to pay for this. The drive back is quiet but you're so acutely aware of how close he is to you, you feel like you're going insane. He looks good. Even you can't deny that. And his cologne... God, his cologne is going to be the reason you lose your last shred of dignity.

"Thanks for the ride," you say once he pulls over outside your apartment.

"No problem." Get out of the car. You tell yourself over and over to get out of the car, but your body seems to have grown roots. Finally, you look over at Bradley only to find that he's already watching you.

"I won't invite you in." Because I might do something I'll regret.

"Okay." Just get out of the damn car... He's too close, and you can't think straight.

"For what it's worth I'd never treat you like that." For just a brief second, you try to convince yourself that you heard wrong, but you know he really just said that.

"I know." He inhales sharply but keeps quiet otherwise - letting you decide how to end the night. Seeing him, hearing his voice, it's all bringing back feelings you've kept buried for so long. You never imagined that you'd see him again but now he's sitting right next to you, and you can't ignore that feeling in your chest. Your heart used to beat for Bradley Bradshaw... it still does. Painfully slow, you reach out to grab his hand. He clutches it tightly in his.

"I've missed you," he whispers, baring his heart to you. Nothing happens that night. You need to end things with your boyfriend, be a decent person. But a week later, Bradley knocks on your door and when you open it, he kisses you instantly. Your hands are in his hair and his... they roam every curve of your body. He groans as you kiss his neck and let your tongue lick that sensitive spot right below his ear.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs.

"Take me to the bedroom, Lieutenant."

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] jake seresin

“you’re staring again darlin’” jake says eyes still glued to his phone. you’re both in bed this late at night but he had to text rooster to ask him about something with scheduling or something— he told you but you were too tired to actually listen. so while he finishes up text his friend you sleepily stare at him and wonder silently how you got so lucky.

“am i?” your eyelids feel heavy but you want to stay up just a little longer for him so he doesn’t go to sleep alone even though you are physically right next to him.

“you’re starting to make me wonder if i have something on my face” an idea pops in your head.

“you do, it’s handsomeness” you say offering a sleepy smile to him when he looks over at you. he place his phone down and turns of the light next to him then turns back and scoops you up in his arms to hold you.

“you’re purely the reason i have such an ego you know that?” he kisses your neck then your cheek and finally your lips. you love complimenting him, he always gives you so many kisses after and kisses from him are the best thing in the world and you’re pretty sure you’ve developed an addiction to them if that’s possible or maybe you just really love his chapstick.

“i only speak the truth when i’m sleepy, you know this” he brushes back your hair from your face and he smiles at you.

“i’m gonna marry you someday” you rest your head against his chest and hum in agreement.

“and i can’t wait for it” sleep starts to take over your body and you feel him take your hand in his along with a soft kiss on your head before you allow sleep to consume you. jake is left alone in his own thoughts for just a moment as he feels sleep creep up on him, he imagines a family with you and how peaceful you look asleep on top of him right before his own eyes feel heavy.

“i love you darlin’ sleep well”

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[entertainmentgirl80]

Southern Valentine's (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin X OC)

Warning: Just Fluff.

Jake: Hey baby?

You: What up, J?

Jake: I'm been thinking. Since it's Valentine's Day week, what you say that can I take you on a date tonight? * He has a grin on his features.*

You: Baby, you know, I'm would love to go a date with you because you are my husband, and I love ya for that cause you are my baby boy.

*Jake come over there while you doing some cleaning up around the house and give you a kiss on your temple and a squeeze on your ass, that you blushing hard because of that Cheshire Cat smirk on his face. What funny though is you thought to yourself is that never your wildest dreams that you end up a cocky but arrogant pilot like Jake aka 'Hangman'. However, the reason why he wanna be with you is because of your personality, plus he lay on his eyes on you when he first saw you that evening at the hard deck, and boyyyy it's was love on the first sight.*

Jake: Hey, I'm got something for you, and I was gonna wait till tomorrow, but here just for you... *he gives you your gift to you.*

You: *you opening your gift*, awww J. You shouldn't have. This is pretty. Thank you, baby! *It's a gold bracelet adjustable with your initials that he gave you for Valentine's.*

Jake: You're welcome, my darlin', you know I'm always taking care of you because you are my number one priority.

A/N: it's a little blurb, not much but little something for Valentine's Day though, hope y'all like it. 💝🥰😌

[maiiiwrites]

★ | LIEUTENANT SMITTEN . JPEG

PAIRING ! jake seresin x f!reader

IN WHICH you meet lieutenant crash, burn, and disaster or how he likes to call it "your future boyfriend"

another disappointed sigh. numerous planes lined up at your hanger for repairs, or "damage control" in maverick's words. but this has got to be the worst you've seen. 

i mean, who in their right mind would accidentally get their plane wing completely destroyed. you didnt care who the pilot was. what they did to end up with this much damage is simply outrageous. 

"what the fuck were you thinking! do you know how long it'll take to fix this? MONTHS. IT WILL TAKE ME MONTHS!" 

"well in my defense i wasn't thinking. i was taught to just do," a masculine voice replied, completely unbothered. 

you were too distracted and distraught with the damage to notice the perfect ken doll leaning against it, completely amused by the gorgeous mechanic before him. 

"well then you might as well be careless with your life too!" 

finally looking back to the owner of the sweet F-18, that is now almost unrecognizable. he looked infuriatingly stunning. seriously, a reckless pilot shouldn't look this good. not that you would ever admit it. he did, after all, nearly destroy his aircraft. 

"if it's you, then id risk it all," jake grinned. 

you scoffed, "in your dreams, lieutenant." 

"YOU. seriously need to learn how to take care of such a ride. i wouldnt even let you near my car." 

"fine by me darlin', can always walk ya home," the naval pilot hummed. 

you internally groaned and rolled your eyes at his flirty persona. turning around to further inspect the almost burnt wing. jake eyed the way you delicately traced your fingers on his sweet baby. 

"lieutenant whatever your name is, i hope i never have to see you in my hanger ever again," your sweet smile contrasting the sarcastic comment. 

"it's jake, jake seresin." 

"right.. well, you'll be lieutenant disaster until you've earned my respect." quickly shifting your feet towards your tools to begin repairs. 

jake thinks he's a goner. just from your witty comebacks and cold glare, while looking insanely attractive. that's not even everything you have to offer and he'd very much like to know you. for now, he's excited to visit his pretty mechanic every week.

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[topgun-imagines]

The Proposal

Requested: yes

Summary: Bob proposes to you during a night out at the Hard Deck.

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: none

Note: This turned out much longer than I expected 😅Join the celebration! 

Pairings: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x fem!reader

“Make sure you have rose petals. Women love those.” Jake tossed a handful of peanuts into his mouth. The Dagger Squad was all littered throughout the break room, all taking turns giving Bob advice on how to propose to you. Bob sighed as he listened to his friends. While he knew they meant well, he was kinda getting tired of their endless suggestions. When he had first told them about his plan to propose to you, it had started off with a round of congratulations which was very quickly followed by a bunch of ideas to ‘improve’ his plan.

Only a few minutes ago he had been listening to Bradley rant about all the cliché’s that he should avoid. Bob was hardly listening at this point. If he focused he could hear Phoenix mention something about making sure it was both something memorable and something that wasn’t too large. She made sure to remind him that he didn’t want to make too big a deal out of it. The WSO only nodded along absentmindedly. As if his pilot could sense his disinterest, she stopped talking and convinced the guys to drop the conversation.

A little while later and they all began filing out of the room, promising to meet up at the Hard Deck later. Bob waved goodbye to the group as he made his way to his car. He quickly pulled out of the parking lot and began the short drive home to you. He arrived home in less than 10 minutes.

Once he made his way inside he found you on the edge of the sofa folding a load of laundry. There was a small smile on his face as he snuck up behind you. You were stacking the clothes into the bin when his hand came down on your shoulders, yelling ‘boo’ a few inches from your ear. Bob’s beautiful laugh floated through the room as you shrieked. When you turned to face him, you threw a playful glare his way before returning to your laundry. Your boyfriend pressed a chaste kiss to your hair before heading upstairs.

He changed quickly, slipping out of his uniform and into civilian clothes. Once he was finished he headed back downstairs. By the time he returned, you were moving to carry the basket upstairs, pressing your lips to his cheek as you passed him. He waited patiently for you in the kitchen.

A few minutes later you returned downstairs. You slid up next to him, bumping your hip into his playfully. “Ready to go?” He questioned, winding his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. You nodded, grasping his hand and moving with him toward the front door. You and Bob walked the few blocks to the bar, your boyfriend swinging your arms back and forth the whole way.

When you stepped into the crowded bar your eyes immediately darted over to the pool table. The Dagger Squad was crowded around the pool table. Jake and Phoenix were in the middle of a round when you walked up to them. She treated you with a warm smile. You and Bob made yourselves comfortable on the stools while you watched the game unfold. Bob had his arm around your waist while you leaned into his side. Your boyfriend couldn’t help but notice the looks that his colleagues kept throwing him. At one point in the night he even got a text from Bradley wishing him luck. He was thankful that you had gone with Phoenix to grab the next round.

After a little while Bob had finally sucked up enough courage. He decided that he was just going to do it his way. When you returned a few minutes later Bob stood and took your hand. You shot him a confused smile as he led you out the back doors of the bar. You were instantly transfixed by the beautiful sunset. The colors that littered the sky were also reflecting off of the water. You stepped closer to the railing on the deck, staring out at the sunset.

When you heard a throat clear behind you you turned, a shocked gasp escaping your lips at the sight in front of you. There were tears in your eyes as you stepped closer to Bob. He was down on one knee in front of you with a ring box in his hand. He pulled it open to reveal a beautiful ring. “I was gonna wait until I had a solid plan before asking you,” He started, causing you to laugh quietly. “But I really couldn’t wait any longer,” His hand shook as he took in a large breath. “Will you marry me?” A happy sob bubbled out of your chest. You nodded vigorously. A large smile took over Bob’s face as he stood up. You could hear loud cheers erupt from inside as your now fiancé slipped the ring onto your finger.

Seconds later the doors opened, revealing the Dagger Squad as they emerged from the bar. You squealed loudly as Natasha wrapped you in a hug, pulling back to congratulate you. A few feet away Bob was being clapped on the back by Jake and Bradley. Cheers erupted through the group at Jake’s promise of drinks on him. As you all headed back inside your arm wound through Bob’s. There were wide smiles on both of your faces as you stepped inside the bar.

A/n: Thank you all for reading! Feel free to join the celebration or send in any requests.

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

Baby’s first kick

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x fem!reader

Summary: Bob comes home from his posting to find you asleep.

Word count: 1k

“Darlin’ I’m home…”

Closing the door to the entrance of his shared house he called out to you. He had only been gone for a few months but goddamn it felt like a lifetime. A lifetime away from the his sunshine.

“Honey?”

He shifted further into the house upon hearing nothing but radio silence. Putting his keys in the teal, porcelain bowl on the mahogany drawer as he dropped his luggage near it. The hallway leading to the living room was silent. The stairs leading up to the first floor were stripped of any sight of you. Only containing pictures and framed memories of your lives, in snapshots.

He walked up to a particular one. His favourite. It was the day he graduated from Top Gun, he’d invited you and his parents and sisters to see him in his big day. It was you and him in the picture, him kneeling on one knee with a ring box in his hand as you stood there, baffled. A hand on your mouth and tears streaming down your face. The other hand held in Bob’s as he slid the ring on your finger. A smiling reflection was watching him back as he went to move up the stairs.

Carefully climbing up as he examined every photo that lined along the staircase. A picture of you and him on his parents’ ranch when you both were teenagers. You were wearing his cowboy hat. Staring at him while he straddled you. He had tried to help you up the horse but you ended up tripping and both of you fell face down on top of each other. His sister had taken that one, telling you both that it was too perfect of a shot to miss.

A little further up and it was yours and his family gathered at an annual summer barbecue, years ago. It was a weeks before he was due to be shipped off. You and him were in the middle of a makeshift dance floor, your head on his shoulder, his hand in yours as the other held your waist. His cheek rested on top of your head, both of your eyes closed as you took in the moment. That day his mother had pulled him aside and gave him her mother’s ring, a family heirloom for the right girl.

“I knew that girl was right for you the second you came home from your first day at school, blabbering about this beautiful girl that wanted to sit with you at lunch.”

It took him years to build up the courage to ask you. “The right time, son.” His dad had told him.

As he ascended the last few steps he came across to the newest edition to the “memory walk” (you had tried to name the thing). A black and white picture, that was a little blurry and pixilated but you could just make out the outline of a head. The head of an infant. His baby. Your baby.

He smiled to himself as he moved further up, finally coming onto the first floor of the house. He noticed the door to your shared bedroom was open wide. As he entered he noticed a blanket spread out, under it; you were sleeping soundlessly, a hand in your swollen belly. God, he had missed so much of your pregnancy.

The sun rays pattered down sneakily from behind the curtains, a fresh breeze of wind blew past him, causing him to shudder and you to shift under your blanket to get away from it. He smiled, a soft loving smile. He walked to his side, making sure to not step on certain floorboards to avoid any noise that’ll wake you. Slipping into his side, his hands moved to your waist towards your belly. He heard a gasp leave your mouth as you woke to see who the intruder was.

“Rob! Jesus you scared the shit out of me!” You screeched before sitting up and pulling him into your arms tightly. Burying your face into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you carefully.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to scare ya’.” The southern drawl was one of the things you had missed about him. But that smell, his smell was something you could never get enough of. Clad in his clothes this very moment, and you still couldn’t get enough.

The two of you broke off from the hug but Bob held you close, his hands moving further up to cup your face. Thumbs tracing cheeks and under eye. He looked you dead in the eyes, those damn eyes. He could never get enough of you. Not just your body but your personality, the way you talked when you were passionate about something. But damn those eyes always managed to knock him out everytime you made eye contact.

“You look beautiful.” He mumbled before leaning in to kiss you. He felt you let out a sigh, as if finalising that he wasn’t a dream. That he was here, really here.

His lips were soft against yours, fitting perfectly. Your fingers danced their way up his chest to his hair, running through it. Heavy breaths and content sighs were all that could be heard through the room as he pulled away from you. Pressing a small kiss to your forehead before resting it against his.

“I missed you both, so much.” He panted. One of his hands made home onto your stomach. Trying to feel something. Before his hand stopped a few centimetres above your belly button. He moved his hand up and down on that spot, as if he were petting it.

“We missed you too, daddy.” As if on cue, you felt something kick against your stomach, the same spot his hand was on. You looked at him with wild eyes, mouth dropping slightly. This was their first kick.

“How did you-“

“Call it a father’s intuition, honey.” He replied smugly. Pulling away from you to put himself right in front of your belly. “Hey, champ. Did you give your mamma a hard time?”

You thought that it was ridiculous of him to talk to the baby when they couldn’t hear him. But all was proven wrong when you felt another kick. You out a gasp, looking down at Bob who wore the same expression. You pushed glasses back up his nose as he peppered small kisses all over your belly, making you laugh. His eyes held so much love in them. You thought it was safe to say that maybe the baby could hear him.

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[topguncortez]

whatever you do… do not think about Jake holding your newborn child on just one arm. he just stares at this little girl fitting on his forearm. even though the doctors said she’s normal length, he still doesn’t believe it because she just looks so small and so fragile.

but that’s how jake “measures” the growth of his daughter. he measures how heavy she feels when he lifts her up with one arm. you scold him when she gets older but jake loves the sound of her giggle when he does bicep curls with her.

it breaks jake’s heart the day he can’t lift her up with just one arm. he knows his little girl won’t stay little forever.

“c’mere babygirl… you’re getting all big and grown on me. soon you’re going to be going to school, and learning to drive, and staying away from a certain bradshaw boy… you’re growing too fast.”

[tongue-like-a-razor]

My doctor just told me that I need to read more flashback scenes of baby bradshaw and bbf Jake or I’ll die. Normally I’d get a second opinion but I think he’s right.

Hahaha that's a very grim diagnosis. Good thing I've got just the cure!

Here's a prom flashback for ya!

5k Weekend Bash Drabbles

Brother's Best Friend - Prom

Jake Seresin x Reader

“You’re going,” Jake says firmly, placing his hands on his hips because he means business. He's standing in the doorway to your bedroom.

“I’m not going,” you respond stubbornly, turning away from him. Your boyfriend dumped you two days before prom night and there is no way you’re going to attend now.

“Don’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he broke you,” Jake continues in the exact same, resolute tone.

“He did break me.” You sigh with a sniffle and swivel back in your desk chair to face Jake.

Jake looks at you with a small grin. “No way,” he says. “You’re unbreakable.”

You snort, wiping your eyes. “Stop,” you demand, even though he has made you smile.

“You already have a dress,” Jake persists, strolling into your bedroom and pulling your beautiful gown out of the closet.

“I don’t have a date,” you grumble.

“So?”

“So, it’s embarrassing! Sean’s already got a new girlfriend!”

Jake cringes. “Sean’s a loser.”

“I’m a loser!”

Jake sighs, setting your dress down onto the bed, and walks over to where you’re sitting. He crouches down before you, placing his hands on the arms of your chair, and looks up, trying to catch your gaze. “There is no way in hell you actually believe that,” he says.

You glance down at him, your heart racing because Jake Seresin has never ever been this close to you before. You’d almost forgotten how much you used to crush on him back in the day and, now that you’re staring unblinkingly into his eyes, you’re right back to being the silly little sister who’s infatuated with her brother’s best friend.

“You are by far the coolest person I know,” Jake continues. “And that includes your brother, by the way.”

You chuckle self-consciously and lower your gaze. “Too bad Sean doesn’t think so.”

“Sean is an idiot,” Jake retorts.

You smile. “A loser and an idiot,” you say. “Didn’t realize you thought so highly of him.”

Jake gives you a wry look. “He’s lucky I don’t kick his ass.”

You roll your eyes and laugh. “Jake, I don’t want to go, truly. I’m not sad about it.”

“You will be. Someday.”

You let out a frustrated sigh. “My friends aren’t going.”

“So?”

“So, the only reason I agreed to go was because Sean wanted to. I don’t want to go alone.” You cringe just thinking about it.

Jake purses his lips, gazing into your eyes. “I’ll go with you,” he says decisively.

5k Celly

[of-many-fandomss]

Shy! Reader watching a girl try to flirt with rooster, trying to be bold reader sits in his lap and when the girl leaves, r hides her face into his neck 😵‍💫

I realized after I wrote this that I read the request slightly wrong, sorry

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She didn’t care that your face flushed red in embarrassment. She didn’t care that your entire body deflated into a limp sack of self-doubt. She didn’t care that you sat in his lap.

She just kept batting her eyelashes up at your boyfriend and giggling in a fake, obnoxious-like way and moved her hand to run up and down his arm.

Bradley, god bless his soul, cleared his throat and causally moved his arm away from her perfectly manicured fingers to pretend to scratch behind his ear.

“What do you say that you and I get out of here, handsome?” She asked flirtatiously, looking up at him through half opened lids and biting down on her lip endearingly.

It was like you were invisible. As if you weren’t right there.

To try and save yourself from letting her see the way your eyes welled up with tears, you craned your head and buried it in the crook of Bradley’s neck, desperately trying to slow what was beginning to become your uneven breathing pattern.

For the first time, he dropped his too-polite-to-reject-her look and frowned disapprovingly, “I’m clearly here with someone already.” There was some slight agitation resting in his tone.

Her eyes seemed to snap over to you, seeming as though she hadn’t even realized that you were there, and her face turned up slightly, “Really?” She asked incredulously.

“Really,” Your boyfriend growled back, his arms that were wrapped around your torso beginning to hold you tighter, “So I suggest that you back off.”

She stood there for a moment, unbelieving, before scoffing dramatically and stomping off in the other direction.

“Hey, honey.” Rooster whispered into your ear as soon as she was gone, pressing a gentle kiss on the side of your head, “I’m sorry, she just wouldn’t go away.”

You released a shaky breath, finally pulling away to look at him, “I know, I’m sorry.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “Why are you sorry?”

You looked down at your lap and began fidgeting with your fingers, “Because I’m overreacting to everything. I know you would never have done something with her, but I just-“

“Hey,” He cut you off softly, hands coming to rest on either side of your head, “You’re not overreacting at all. If the roles were reversed, I would have been the one overreacting.”

Your cheeks began to glow a soft red and a smile made its way onto your lips, “I know.”

“I love you,” He carefully tilted your chin up towards him as he spoke, “More than anything.” His eyes stared deeply into yours.

“I love you too, Brad.” You burrowed yourself further into his chest as you mumbled those words to him.

[bradleyfuckingbradshaw]

Gorgeous

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader

Summary: Everyone goes to the bar to celebrate your night off before training starts tomorrow and Hangman get's a little too much. Needless to say, protective Bradley is pretty fucking hot (contains smut).

Doesn't necessarily contain any spoilers for Top Gun, but if you don't want any type of spoilers, it's probably best not to read on :)

He intertwines his fingers with yours, and the feeling of his skin against yours is enough to calm the butterflies in your stomach. It's not easy for either of you to be walking back into this place, but you were handpicked for this mission. That's not something you ignore. Besides, part of you feel like coming home.

"Ready?" he asks, and you nod. The bar is already full, but most turn around to see the final two pilots arrive. Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw's reputation definitely proceeds him, and you're happy to let him have the spotlight.

"Don't let go of my hand," he whispers and you squeeze his hand gently to let him know that you're right there next to him.

"Well, well, well. As I live and breathe," Jake smirks. He looks at your intertwined fingers before looking up at you.

"You really have scraped the bottom since last," he remarks. Everyone gets busy with the pool game as Jake walks up to you and Bradley. Last time you were here, you came here with Jake. A fact none of you have forgotten.

"Gee. 10 seconds before you turned into a right asshole. Must be a new record for you." It's safe to say there's no lost love between you and Hangman.

"Rooster," he says instead of rising to your comment.

"Hangman. You look good." His grip on your hand tightens but he keeps his face neutral. Nobody wants an argument on the last free night before your mission.

"I'm very good, Rooster. Wish I could say the same about you." He returns to the game, giving you and Bradley a chance to take some deep breaths.

"I need a drink," you state, moving towards the bar. Bradley stays put when Phoenix comes over. You give her a grin before disappearing into the crowd of people. Minutes later you're back with a round of beer for everyone. You deserve it before things get serious tomorrow, besides some old guy at the bar had broken one of Penny's rules, so it's on him.

"So, Y/N. I heard you tanked your last mission. Had to get demoted to the spare team." Already, you're starting to regret that you even showed up tonight. Jake hasn't changed one bit. You're thankful when Bradley's hand finds yours again to let you know that he won't intervene but he's right there.

"And I heard you still weep over me at night," you say with a sweet and very fake smile. It's the wrong thing to say. You know that instantly because everything in his face reveals how he goes from uncomfortable teasing to downright cruel.

"Maybe we should introductions out the way, huh? Coyote, I'd love to hear how you got your name," Phoenix tries to diffuse the tension but the damage has already been done.

"No no, it's fine. She's right. I do weep at night because even I have to admit that you were the best shag I've ever had," he starts, and you feel Bradley go rigid next to you. Jake notices it too and it only makes his smile wider.

"Rooster, I don't doubt you already know this because we both know she gives it up quite easily—"

"Another word out of your mouth, and I will make sure you'll be carried out of here by paramedics." He isn't shouting, he hasn't even stepped closer to Jake, but there's no doubt that he's very serious. You look up at his face, and you've never seen him this angry before. His entire body is tense, and you just know it's taking everything in him to keep himself from throwing himself at Jake.

"You know, I'd be scared if I didn't know your reputation as a pilot, Rooster." Jake is still smiling as he steps closer to Bradley. It's a big mistake, and everyone knows it. You spot Coyote and Payback move closer too - probably to step in when these two start throwing punches.

"At least I care about my teammates enough to not leave them behind," Bradley counters as he releases your hand and steps in front of you.

"Shit," you breathe. This is about to kick off.

"Boys... No fighting in here." Penny is watching the whole scene unfold, and you feel relief hit you like a brick. They're not dumb enough to continue when Penny is standing right there.

"We were just leaving, Penny." You offer her a quick smile before grabbing Bradley's hand and pulling him through the crowd. You force yourself not to look at Jake who's definitely watching you leave with a smirk. Thankfully, the cold air outside seems to help Bradley calm down because he turns to you and says: "I'm sorry. I know you can handle yourself but the things he was saying. No man should speak about a woman like tha—" You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. Now that you're not worried about a potential fight, you can't ignore just how fucking hot Bradley looked in there.

"You are ridiculously hot. I don't think I've ever been more attracted to you than I was in there," you say when you finally break apart. You're breathing heavily but you want more. You want all of him right now.

"That was hot? I thought I totally ruined feminism by acting like a caveman and not letting you handle him yourself," he chuckles. You grab him by the collar and drag him with you to the side of the bar with no windows. You push him up against the wall and places a hand between his legs to cup his bulge.

"Listen, I can handle Jake anytime, but you being protective is just... God, it's sexy." You kiss him again and feel his body respond to your touch, which just turns you on even more. Both his hands cup your cheeks as he kisses you back. When he gently bites your lip, you're about ready to swoon.

"We should go somewhere more private," he whispers as a drunk man stumbles out the bar. You're hidden in the shadows but you know it's much better to go back to your room.

"Let's go," you say and drag him with you.

The walk back takes a lot longer than it should because you just can't keep your hands off each other. Every two seconds, you stop just to feel each other. You can hardly describe how good it feels when his body is pressed against yours. When you finally return, your cheeks are burning from anticipation. You've already unbuttoned his shirt by the time you hear the soft click of the door closing. It is not fair for any man to look like this.

"The things I want to do to you," you note as you look at your incredibly gorgeous boyfriend.

"Tell me," he breathes, eyes full of desire. You lean up and whisper things that would make most people blush, but he isn't blushing. In fact, he's looking at you and dares you to do just that. To do as you please with him, and you're more than happy to comply.

"Lie down on the bed." You wet your lips as you watch him lie down on the bed completely at your command. It's so different from how he is normally, but it gives you flutters in your stomach. You crawl on top of him and unzip his pants. You want to take it slow and drive him crazy, but you realise quickly that you can't wait. You want to feel him inside of you.

"I'm going to ride you," you say out loud and lock eyes with him. You bite down on your lower lip as you watch him struggle to lay still. In a matter of moments, you're both naked and very ready. For just a brief second, you hover on top of him, but it's not nearly enough for any of you.

"Please." One single word and it does so many things to you that you're not even remotely coherent enough to analyze. Your hands lean on his muscular chest as you start moving up and down. The lamp on the night shade is bathing Bradley in a soft, golden light, and you feel speechlees at the sight. Small beads of sweat are resting on his forehead, and you just might come right then and there.

"That's it," he moans and brings up his hands to your waist to help set the pace. When he sits up with you on top, you feel everything tighten as you come the first time.

"One more," he breathes, and you can do nothing but obey. The second orgasm hits you just as he finishes. You're both sweaty and panting when he wraps his strong arms around your waist and holds you in place as he gets up from the bed and carries you to the bathroom.

"Better clean up before we go to bed," he says, carefully lifting you up and off him. The emptiness hits you but it isn't long until Bradley has got the warm water running and falls to his knees in the shower. You don't have to be told when you spread your legs to give him access.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers against your inner thigh as he places little kisses up your thigh. Your hands find his hair, and you pull slightly as he reaches the spot. Your legs grow weak as you squeeze your eyes shut. He directs one of your legs over his shoulder for better access, and you're absolutely done for.

"Bradley," you gasp and grip his hair tightly. He groans and you feel the vibrations. It's almost too much pleasure at once. By the time, the water turns cold, you're almost too sleepy to stand on your own.

"I love you," he smiles as you cuddle up in bed.

"And I love you, Bradley Bradshaw."

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] jake seresin

your heart was thundering in chest and you could hear it pounding in your ears. jake was loosing control of the plane and there wasn’t anything you could do.

“hangman we need to punch out!” you shout at him, trying to steady your breathing.

“i’ve almost got it!” you squeeze your eyes shut trying to find something to hold.

“it’s too late! we have to go or we are going to crash with it!” as scary as punching out is, it’s better than going down in a plane crash.

“damn it!” the alarms sounded like they were growing louder in your head as he struggled for control, your quiet pleads falling on deaf ears.

“please hangman, i’m scared” you finally admit.

“fuck, punch out” he finally complies and pops off the canopy and launches out as you follow suit.

once both of you are floating through the air you watch as the plane you were in mere seconds ago hit the ground in a fiery explosion. your breathing is deep and heavy as your emotions get the best of you and tears start pouring out. jake can’t help but watch from a distance in the air has you let out heavy breaths and quiet sobs. that’s when it hits him, he almost got you killed.

as soon as your back on the ground a medical team runs up to check on the both of you and you sit to let them down their thing. jake watches you from across the hangar as the medics tend to his minor cuts and bruises. he locks eyes with you and his eyes soften at the sight of your red puff ones. he gets up despite the medics protesting and walks over to you.

“hey” you stare up at him from were your sat. “you okay?” you nod.

“are you?” he doesn’t answer as he bends down to be at your eye level.

“i am so sorry i put you in that situation” you’re honestly quite shocked at his apology, you weren’t even expecting one to be quiet honest.

“it’s alright” he cuts you off before you can finish.

“it’s not, i almost got you killed cause i wouldn’t punch out” he takes your hand gently and the next statement he says to you is barely above a whisper. “i never want you to feel scared when you’re flying with me”

you’re unsure over how to respond to this confession from him, but you opt for a simple nod to him. he smiles at you.

“thanks for being so tough for me”

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Hi!!

May I request Valentines Day prompts for Rooster or Iceman(if you write for him)

Spoken: #5

Actions: #4

super excited to see what you do with my prompt list!! 🫶💜

omg hi!! Your prompt list is so cute, thank you so much for requesting! I had the best time writing this 🥹🥰 I went with Rooster, as I don’t feel super confident writing for Ice just yet 🤍

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Requests are open ☺️ feel free to check out some of my favorite prompt lists in my pinned post, or check the tag “Sage’s Valentines” for some special Valentine’s Day prompts <3

5. "You're the most amazing boyfriend-",

"Actually, it's pronounced fiancé. Will you marry me?"

4. Bringing Breakfast in Bed

French Toast & Freesias

Bradley carefully flipped the final piece of French toast, letting out a sigh of relief when it turned out a perfect golden brown. Satisfied, he turned his attention to the coffee, pouring it into your favorite mug — one decorated with fighter jets that he’d gotten you for your last birthday — and adding cream with a practiced motion. Moving as quietly as he could, he prepared a plate and looked over his handiwork with a proud smile. Fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, French toast made with his mom’s recipe… all your favorites. The finishing touches were the strawberries he had arranged into little hearts, placed delicately around the French toast, and a vase with a single, perfect rose flanked by a few fragrant freesias.

It was all perfect. A perfect breakfast in bed for the perfect Valentine’s Day.

At least, he hoped.

Touching the velvet box in his pocket one last time, he took a deep breath, checked the time — yes, you’d probably be awake and scrolling already — and carried the tray to your room.

“Sweetheart?” He called softly as he entered, balancing the tray on one arm.

Something like pure sunlight flowed through him at the sight: you in one of his t-shirts, hair delightfully mussed, turning towards him with a sleepy, contented smile.

“Good morning,” you sighed, stretching like a cat in the sun as you sit up, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, my love,” Bradley grinned as he approached, placing the tray delicately over your lap.

“Roo…” Your smile widened as you took in the spread, making note of all the little details that you still couldn’t believe he remembered: you fell in love with Carole’s French toast recipe the first time he made it for you after a night of one-too-many drinks; the way he teases you about how your coffee ends up being more creamer than coffee has become a running joke over the course of your relationship; you told him about your love of freesias as you wandered around a botanical garden in your hometown the first time he met your parents. It wasn’t just because you loved the scent, you told him, but because they symbolized trust, loyalty, and friendship: all things that you valued as the foundation of a relationship.

“This is…”

You were nearly speechless.

“It’s okay, right?” Bradley asked as he moved to sit next to you, your silence worrying him slightly, “I know I kinda overcooked the eggs, but—”

You cut him off with a kiss, and Bradley melted.

“It’s perfect,” you assured him, returning your gaze to the tray.

He slipped his hand into his pocket to run over the sleek velvet box, taking a moment to prepare himself while you were distracted.

“You’re the most amazing boyfriend—”

“Actually—” Bradley cut you off gently, the velvet box held out to you near the corner of the tray, “It’s pronounced fiancé.” His lips quirked up into a smile before his expression softened as he prepared to say the four words that would change his life forever.

“Will you marry me?”

Your hands flew to your mouth in an attempt to stifle your gasp.

“I—”

His smile dimmed just the slightest bit waiting for your reply until moved the tray to the other side of the bed, freeing you to fling your arms around him as you cried, “Yes!”

You pulled away just enough that your noses brushed. Bradley felt your grin against his lips as you whispered “I would love to be your wife, Bradley Bradshaw.”

The two of you eventually separated, and you finally got a good look at the ring— the ring that you now realized looked incredibly familiar.

“Is that—?”

“I promised her I’d give it to my best friend,” Bradley said, smiling fondly at the topaz ring that once belonged to Carole Bradshaw before returning his gaze to you, “And I have.”

You ran your thumb over the bright blue gem resting on your ring finger, suddenly overcome with emotion.

“I love you, Roo,” you said softly, your voice thick.

“I love you more.”

He pulls you in for another tender kiss— just one of the many you share that day between bites of Carole Bradshaw’s French toast, the scent of freesias hanging in the air and a topaz glittering on your finger.

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[lavenderbradshaw]

Two Paper Airplanes

You and Bob have never had a hiccup. He was always the same-old Bob, kind and loving and gentle. You think that's all going to change after the birdstrike, after you tell him some news.

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?

“Eject, eject, eject!” 

The sound of Phoenix and Bob’s voices over the radio make you want to hurl. Literally. You feel your stomach twist so quickly you barely know what’s happening until Rooster has a hand on your shoulder. You don’t say anything, the placement of your hand on your abdomen must be enough for him to deduce what’s happening. He calls for Hangman to bring him a trash can, and you almost ask how he can tell, how he just knows you’re going to throw up. You can’t, though, because in a blinding sequence of events, you end up on the floor. Jake’s holding your feet against his stomach, still standing to try and get blood flow back to your head. Rooster is fanning you, almost hilariously, with a chunk of papers. You lick your lips, which are too numb to feel, and Halo sighs. 

“You scared the shit out of us,” she gasps out, her hand clutched in yours. “You okay, Dreamer?”

You close your eyes for just a second , opening them again to see Maverick crouched next to you now. You flinch, the memory of him being up in the air with Bob and Phoenix when they- 

“Bobby?” You whisper, quiet as a mouse. He nods his head and then shakes it.

“He’s okay. They’re gonna check him out, probably keep them both overnight which is normal,” he says, still shaking his head. “He’s okay. Why don’t we get you checked out?” 

20 stitches in a hospital room

Between the two of you, there are 20 stitches. Four in your hand from where you’d sliced yourself with the kitchen knife just a few days ago, and 16 stitches in a small cut on his shoulder from a rock he’d uncomfortably slid on as he landed. Parachute operated fine, canopy operated fine, everything is fine. 

Except there are 20 stitches and one test result remaining completely hidden. 

You sit at his bedside while he naps off whatever they’d given him. He’s grounded for a few days, just to recover, but you wish he were grounded forever. You’d give everything you had to make sure he never got in another jet. 

“Are you okay?” He whispers, his hand in yours. You’re staring off at the wall, or maybe the window, he can’t tell. But he does know you’re out of it, because he’s called your name three times now. 

“I’m pregnant,” you whisper, so quietly he shifts to hear you better. 

“What, baby? I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“I’m pregnant.”

When you started crying, I did too

“You’re…” he whispers, pushing himself up in the hospital bed. You don’t stop him—you can’t. “Oh, God.”

“Pregnant. I’m pregnant.”

You aren’t sure what reaction you wanted out of him, but he starts crying. You suppose that’s a suitable reaction, because you start crying, too. 

“If you want to… we haven’t even…” you stumble over your own sentences, shaking your head. “We’ve only been dating a few months, less than a year, and if you don’t want this…”

“No!” He gasps, and your heart sinks. He sees the reaction on your face and he immediately wants to fix it. There’s an overwhelming feeling of dread in the pit of his belly, he wonders if this is how you felt when you heard him eject. “No, not like that, baby, no. I want… I want this baby and a wedding and a million more babies with you.”

You look up at him, eyes wide and lip wavering. “Bob, you don’t have to just… say that.”

“Shut up,” he says, his voice more firm. You look at him closer, now. He has your undivided attention. “No, please, God. It’s you. It’s been you since the moment I saw you. I have a ring in my locker on base because I didn’t know where to hide it at our house and- and I was going to propose but this happened and…”

When the sun came up, I was looking at you 

He’s there every waking moment. Throughout all the waves of nausea and doctors appointments and midnight cravings, he’s a solid, unwavering force until your baby girl comes into your lives in the middle of the plastic tub in the living room. She doesn’t cry, not at first, quiet just like her father. She just opens her eyes, taking it all in, before a solid tap on her butt makes her curl her hands into fists and wail. The sun was just beginning to rise as she slipped from you after a long night, but you’re suddenly more awake than you had been previously. You’re crying, looking between Bobby who was adamant about getting in the pool right behind you and that tiny little baby girl. 

“She looks just like you,” Bob whispers, his hand coming up to meet yours against her back. “She looks like you.”

You just shake your head, leaning it back against Bob. Bob, who was just as exhausted, who had been at work when you called him contracting, who had raced home and changed into swim trunks and got in right behind you in water that was now slightly chilled. “She’s gonna be so much like her daddy. Quiet and kind and loving. She’s gonna be your little girl.”

He can’t stop staring at you, as the sun rises more and peaks into the living room. He doesn’t even stop staring when you’re resting on the couch, curled up in blankets and drifting off to sleep. He just holds your little baby, his little baby, and stares. 

God, he loves you both more than he could have ever imagined.