#top gun: maverick imagine

[bobbyonboard]

Peppermint [Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader]

Summary: i saw this tiktok of lewis pullman and it was so goddamn sexual my brain wouldn’t shut up until i wrote something about it. also know as--it’s 115 degrees in Lemoore and the AC in Bob’s truck is busted. 

Warnings: swearing, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, hair pulling, please assume the reader is always on some sort of contraceptive in my fics unless i state otherwise, bob is a switch and no i will not be taking any questions at this time, minors DO not interact with me you lil shits 

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: y’all were so nice with my last one regarding Rooster, I had to write one for my main man!!! also cannot get over I have like 300 new followers. never be afraid to come talk to me!!

“Fuck. Off,” you grumbled in the direction of the television as you heard the chipper weatherman inform you that the high today in Lemoore, California was going to be a record-breaking one hundred and fifteen degrees fahrenheit. One hundred and fifteen fucking degrees. You never hated the Navy more than you did in that moment. Who the fuck gets stationed in Lemoore? No beaches, no shade. Just heat, and lots of it. But where your husband goes, you go–and unfortunately, you both were stuck in Lemoore. 

The July air was thick and it wasn’t even nine in the morning, so you made sure that you didn’t have a single thing to do that day except stay inside the apartment, laying upside-down on your couch directly in front of your tiny window AC unit. You’d always loved being a teacher, but days like this, when you thought you actually might melt if you went outside, you were sure as hell glad you had summers off. 

Your day passed by lazily, only shuffling between the couch and the kitchen to get more water what seemed like every thirty minutes. Before you knew it, it was already four o’clock, and you were expecting Bob home any minute. 

Bob had told you that morning he was heading out to run a few test flights on some newer planes, so you expected him to come home freshly showered from the Naval base locker rooms, smelling of Old Spice and car air freshener that had been blasted over his clothes from his aggressive truck air conditioning. But instead, when you lazily glanced over your shoulder to the sound of keys jingling, you were greeted with…well, certainly not that. 

Bob’s hair was frizzed and stuck straight up in the back, almost as if he had just taken off his helmet. His clothes were stuck to his skin, large sweat stains covering most of the material of his t-shirt. His cheeks were a dark shade of red, and his eyes looked as though they were currently in the process of holding back unshed tears. 

“Bobby?,” you frowned, quickly standing up, crossing the room, and quickly taking his duffel bag from his hand to toss on the floor. “Honey, whassamatter? You okay?,” you asked, putting the back of your hand on his forehead and physically wincing at how hot his skin was to the touch. 

“Pipes burst,” was all he murmured out, bottom lip trembling just slightly, and it was quite literally breaking your heart to see him so miserable. “We landed and–and went to go shower and they told us a pipe burst, so the showers weren’t working. So I couldn’t shower and–,” he started to breathe a bit heavier, almost as if his own clothes were weighing him down worse than any g-force. 

“I got to the truck and the AC was just blowing out hot air. So I rode all the way home with the windows down and I’m just so hot,” he finally whimpered, and you just brushed his wet hair out of his face with a soft coo. 

You hated to see him like this. You couldn’t imagine how hot he had to be in that plane today, only to land and not be able to cool down like his body so desperately needed. An idea suddenly popped into your brain, and you were taking off down the hallway. 

“Put your arms up, honey,” you purred ever so gently once you returned, producing a cold packet of wet wipes. You pulled one out of its bag, sighing softly at the gentle smell of peppermint, and you immediately began to wipe down Bob’s face and neck. 

“Thank you-u-u-u,” he practically sobbed, arms stuck straight out at his sides as you began to slide the wipes under his t-shirt, along his shoulders, under his armpits, his chest, and his waist. “What does it do?,” he asked after a moment, almost afraid to open his eyes for fear that this was all some fever dream and he’d be standing back on the tarmac, dripping sweat. 

“I keep these in my little fridge in the bathroom, with all my skin care stuff,” you hummed sweetly, pulling a fresh wipe out and continuing on the bit of skin where you left off. “It helps me freshen up before I go to bed at night, or when I come back from the gym and I’m just too tired to shower before bed,” you chuckle, ghosting a feather-light kiss over his brow as you continued to work on cooling him down. 

“Feels so good,” he whimpered, and his once red cheeks were now only a soft pink, his breathing returning to a relatively normal pace. 

“Good, baby. You’ll feel better in just a minute, yeah? Got this AC on you, and you smell all peppermint-y,” you teased, and you don’t know if it was the practically obscene noises Bob was letting out, or the way he was absolute putty in your hands, but you let the wipes in your hand dip a little lower into the waistband of his pants. 

A strangled moan escaped Bob’s lips, and you just let one hand pop open the buttons of his pants, sliding them down his legs. 

“Gotta get you completely covered,” you whispered, dropping down to your knees where you began to work on wiping down his thighs. After mere seconds, you glanced up to see a ten already forming in your husband’s boxers, and damn, if that didn’t make a girl’s ego soar. 

“M’sorry,” he almost cried, shivering under your touch. “Just–feels so good. You make me feel so good.”

“I always wanna make you feel good, honey,” you purred, peppering his thighs with kisses and feeling the leftover peppermint oil tingle your lips. You eventually stood back up (despite a noise of protest from your husband) and stripped him down to only his boxers, getting a final fresh wipe out of the pack and letting it drag along his skin. 

“Come sit,” you took his hand, leading him over so he was directly in front of the AC unit, resting on the plush couch as he immediately tossed his head back out let out a pornographic moan, which caused you to clench your thighs together in delight. 

“Y’so good t’me,” Bob practically slurred, completely overwhelmed with the lavish attention he was receiving, and his skin began to prickle when the freezing cold air blew against his minty skin. 

“You deserve it all, Bobby,” you whispered, moving to straddle his hips, your thin pajama pants and his boxers the only thing separating the two of you as you wiped his cheeks down for the final time, before pressing a chaste kiss to the apple of each one. 

Bob said your name with a strangled cry, hips immediately rocking up to get some friction, any friction at all. And who were you to deny such a pretty boy something he wanted so desperately? So you just relaxed yourself slowly, lazily rocking down on his achingly hard cock and letting out a soft moan of your own. 

Your nipples were hard from where they were currently being assaulted by a barrage of cold air from the unit, and they were settled right in front of your husband’s face, which proved to make his next task considerably easier. He hooked his fingers in the straps of your tank top and tugged them down your arms before his lips were wrapped around your right nipple, sucking on it lightly and letting it roll between his teeth. You let out a soft cry, your fingers tangling immediately in his damp hair as you began to rock yourself against him a bit faster. 

It was only a few minutes before he pulled off with an obscenely wet ‘pop’, letting his head rest against your sternum. 

“Y/N–,” Bob choked out, his hips stilling immediately. 

“Okay, sweetheart,” was all you said, lifting yourself just slightly out of his lap to give him a moment to focus. 

It didn’t take him long at all, because just a second later you were being pushed onto your back on the couch, with your lover’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts and panties, sliding them down your legs and tossing them to the floor. Not a moment was wasted as he immediately licked a long, hot stripe between your folds, fingers digging into your hips. 

“Robert,” you gasped, and you swear you could feel that son of a bitch smirk, even face first in your cunt. If his hair wasn’t already a mess, it certainly was now, the way you were tugging on it and rocking your hips against his face to try and get the perfect rhythm. 

It didn’t take long. It never did with Bob. He somehow knew exactly what to do to have you coming on his tongue in five minutes flat, keeping your hips pressed down to the couch. 

“Bobby–,” you tried to warn, but it was too late. At your cry of his name, he gave a certain flick of his tongue and you were coming fast and hard, riding his face like your life depended on it, his tongue pressed flat against your clit as you shook with each pulse of your orgasm.  

You barely had time to think, no less to actually say anything, before he was tugging you into a new position. You were bent over the back of the couch, face perfectly aligned with the air conditioning as Bob got behind you, one knee on the edge of the couch. 

“You ready for me, darlin’?,” he asked, and God, you could have died right there. 

“Always, baby.”

You felt him slide into you smoothly, using one hand to guide himself and the other slide up your body to your hair, gathering a handful and giving you a harsh tug. The way he bent you had your chest getting covered with cold air, nipples hard enough to cut diamonds. 

“Fuck, you always feel so fuckin’ good,” he moaned, putting his other knee on the couch as he began to piston his hips against your ass, the slapping sounds your skin made filling your small apartment, loud enough to be heard even over the roaring AC. 

You, however, were unable to respond, due to the absolute overwhelming pleasure that was coursing through your body. Your head and neck began to ache deliciously, and the way the head of Bob’s cock brushed against your sweet spot with each thrust had you mewling under his hands. 

“I’m not gonna–,” Bob grunted, and you understood, Whenever he was needy, he never lasted long, and that was certainly fine by you. Like you said–it was an ego boost. 

“S’okay, baby,” you panted, and he reached forward to play with one of your tits, his chest pressed to your back as he fucked you even harder. 

“So good for me. Fuckin’--fillin’ my pussy up. Fuck, Bobby, you’re gonna make me come again,” you practically sobbed, and the fact that the two of you were sweating from exertion but also cool from the air conditioning made everything that more sensitive. 

The praise went straight to Bob’s dick, and you could feel it twitching already. 

“Please–,” he gasped, trying so hard to last until he could make you come again. 

“Go ahead, honey. Come for me. Come for me, Bobby,” you groaned, wincing in pleasure at how your sensitive cunt was already teetering on the edge of orgasm. 

You had barely finished your command before Bob was spilling himself inside of you, letting out a high-pitched whine as he emptied himself. He managed to let the hand that was in your hair slide down your body and move to your pussy, fingers rubbing quickly at your clit. 

“Baby, come for me. Wanna feel you come on my cock,” he practically begged, even though he had already orgasmed, he would simply die for the chance to feel you clenching on his softening cock still inside of you, practically milking every bit of come he had given you. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, gripping tight at the back of the couch as you felt your orgasm wash over you for the second time that evening, cringing out softly each time your cunt squeezed your husband’s cock, feeling it nestled deep inside of you. 

Soft whimpered and moans spilled from Bob’s lips, along with various words of filth that didn’t exactly form a coherent sentence, but they were so goddamn sexy all the same. 

As he pulled out slowly, he leaned over to press a soft kiss to the small of your back before two of you landed in a messy pile on the couch, trying to catch your breath. 

You curled up next to him, almost (dare you say) chilly from the constant cold air on your skin, and your eyes closed to enjoy those post-coital moments together before you had to get up and clean yourselves off. 

“You know,” Bob started, fingertips brushing lightly over your sides. “Bet we could really cool down in the shower.”

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[make-me-imagine]

Scaredy Cat

Request: "telling scary stories around a campfire" and she gets scared and gradually moves closer to him until she's almost on his lap and he's all cocky and everyones teasing them?? Maybe a kiss and some cuddling at the end (to ward off any lingering ghosts ofc!) < turned gn!reader

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Nothing! Though, this is not super Halloween themed, just a cute story :)

Words: 750

The cold ocean breeze blew past the fire, as a shiver crawled up your spine. You weren't sure if it was because you were cold, or if it was the story Rooster told from across the fire. His voice was low, and everyone was slouched, eyes trained on him as he recanted the story.

All you could hear was the cracking of the fire and the ocean waves rushing nearby.

In most situations you were brave, I mean, you flew military jets for a living, you got caught in fire fights, you had nearly died on more than one occasion. All of that was relatively easy for you.

But scary stories in the darkness? Apparently that was your limit.

You hadn't even realized that you had slowly been creeping closer to Jake, who had been sat beside you. He however did notice, and he was loving it.

As Rooster lunged forward with a loud yell at the climax of the story, you jumped back with a gasp. The others groaned and started laughing as Rooster cackled at the reaction his antics received.

You let out a deep sigh as you lowered your head, before you froze, when you felt Jake's breath in your ear.

"Who knew you were such a scaredy cat."

Looking up, your breath caught as you realized just how close you had gotten. In the moment you leapt back in fear, you had unknowingly grabbed Jake's arm, practically throwing yourself into his lap in fear.

"Shut up!" You whispered forcefully as you repressed an embarrassed smile as you pushed him away, though only lightly.

He grinned and you felt him wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You felt his lips connect with your temple, as he smiled into the kiss.

Pulling away, he whispered just enough for you to hear, "Don't worry, I got you baby."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't ignore the way your heart fluttered. You and Jake hadn't been in a relationship for too long, so his flirting and teasing still affected you heavily. Though you didn't particularly mind it.

As the others slowly rose to wander back to the hotel, you and Jake lingered around the fire. Glancing back at the water, you felt goosebumps tingle up your arms as Roosters story repeated in your head. Of course he would have told a ghost story centered around the ocean, while you were sitting on a beach at night.

Jake caught your stare at the water, and he smirked before tugging at you suddenly and gasping. You flinched and let our your own gasp before he started to laugh.

Groaning, you smacked his shoulder again "Jake!' You almost whined, making him laugh even more.

You tried to pull yourself away from him in retaliation, but his grip simply tightened around you.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He apologized, but the smile was still bright on his face. "I couldn't help it, you're so cute when you're scared."

You rolled your eyes at him, "I'm not gonna be so cute when I'm drowning you, am I?"

He laughed as you continued to playfully struggled against him. But when a loud splashing was heard behind you, you both froze.

Your eyes both darted towards the water, which you could barely see in the darkness as the fire started to die out.

"What was that?"

"Fish." Jake said simply but you could hear the uneasiness of his tone.

"Right, fish."

Before your nerves could settle, you were both startled as someone ran out of the darkness with a loud yell. Yours and Jake's yells of terror where drowned out by the cackling of Rooster and Coyote as they cackled nearby.

Jake cursed at them as you held your face in your hands.

"I hate you guys." You grumbled, just loud enough for them to hear as the continued to laugh as they ran off towards the hotel, proud that their prank succeeded.

Looking up at Jake, his frown faded as you smiled at him, "Now who's the scaredy cat?" You teased.

He repressed his own smile, but you saw it tugging at his lips. "Shut up."

You giggled as you took his had in yours, "Can we go back now, before I have another heart attack?"

Hearing another loud splash in the water behind you, you both tensed as your eyes locked.

Jake quickly tugged you along, "Yep let's go."

You both jogged towards the hotel, refusing the look back at the water.

xx End xx

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[beautifultypewriter]

Boyfriend Material ~ Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Requested: No

Warnings: Jerk guy who passively insults reader, bad dates, mentions of sex, nakedness, fwb relationship, language

Word Count: 1,915

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

Summary: Reader has a fun game she plays when she ends up on a bad first date. Her friend with benefits, Hangman, is the key piece in the game, but he may take things too far one night.

A/N: I told y’all that I was obsessed with Hangman. This idea hit me like a freight train when I was scrolling TikTok and saw a video of a girl doing a skit about going on a date with a red flag and I had the brilliant idea of doing this to an ass who mistreats you on a date. And Hangman was perfect for it.

First dates could go one of two ways; they could be awkward, filled with long silences and minimal eye contact or they could be downright terrible, filled with bad conversations and rude guys. Though you supposed they could go another way. Really great with both parties clicking and no uncomfortable moments. It had been a long time since you had one of those and it was starting to feel like you were destined to never have one again with the guys you were picking.

  The one currently sat across from you was definitely one of the ‘not getting a second date’ type. Not that he seemed to realize it as he continued to talk about himself, barely pausing to take a breath. You pursed your lips as he smirked at you. Something stupid is about to come out of his mouth.

  “You know, I was a little apprehensive about tonight because I usually go for the model types,” you breathed out slowly and he was quick to hold his hands up, “but you’re attractive too.” He winked at you, and it took everything in you not to roll your eyes at him. Though you were sure he wouldn’t have noticed if you had because now he was talking about his ex-girlfriend. You reached for your glass of water, completely ignoring the glass of red wine that he had ordered for you. You don’t drink red wine. He chuckled, “Yeah, she was totally crazy. Dodged that bullet.” He pulled his phone out, firing off some text messages as he ignored you. Plates of food were set in front of the pair of you and not even that pulled his eyes away from the screen of his phone. You scoffed, pulling your own phone out and clicking on the top conversation thread in your messages. Your text was simple, a time, the name of the restaurant that you were at, and a black heart emoji. The reply was instant, a thumbs up. You smirked to yourself, picking up your fork and digging into the meal in front of you. At least the steak was good. Your date chose that moment to pick up his fork and launch into another one of his work stories. Forcing a smile at him, you nodded along, wondering what kind of seasoning they put on your mashed potatoes.

  The waiter had asked if you cared for dessert and your date had answered that you didn’t need any and he asked for the check. After he had paid, he led you out of the restaurant, stopping and turning to face you on the sidewalk. He smiled as he leaned closer, an attempt to charm you, you supposed, “You want to head back to my place? I’ve got a nice bottle of wine. We could talk some more.” As his hand reached out to stroke your arm, you grit your teeth, preparing your reply.

  It never came though as an arm wrapped around your shoulders and a low voice spoke near your ear, “Hey, babe.”

  Your eyes lit up as you turned to grin at the newcomer, “Jake.” He grinned back at you, his lips pressing against your cheek quickly. Your date looked between the two of you, his eyes moving faster than you thought possible. His chest puffed out and he stepped forward, his hand pushing his hair back. You looked over at him, your smile turning sickly sweet, “Oh, it was really nice meeting you, Tim, but I don’t think this is going to work out.” Your eyes met Jake’s again and you could see him barely able to contain his laughter.

  The man’s shoulders sagged, as his arm dropped to his side and he recoiled, “It’s Jim.”

  You half turned back to your date, “Right. Thanks for the dinner.” Jake spun you around and the two of you started walking down the sidewalk, away from the restaurant and the bad date.

  Jake pulled you closer, “Your place or mine?” He quickly glanced back to see Jim still standing in the same spot, watching the two of you walk away, frown on his face. Jake chuckled. He couldn’t deny that he loved when you sent those black heart texts. Poor bastards had no idea on what they were missing out on. He didn’t think about it too much though because he was glad to be the guy picking you up from your failed dates.

  Tapping your finger against your chin, you pretended to think about it, “Mine’s closer.” Jake nodded and the two of you continued down the sidewalk, the same small talk that you two always engaged in flowing between you two easily. The two of you fell into the same pattern with no difficulty at all. The game was easy because it didn’t require anything deeper than the friendship the two of you shared and your friendship was easy. It had been from the moment the two of you first met.

  The pair of you continued down the sidewalk, turning onto your street. Your footsteps got quicker without your notice, and you were at your building in no time. Jake released your shoulders as you grabbed your keys from your bag and unlocked the front door. Stepping into the lobby, Jake followed, his arm going around your shoulders once more as you waited for the elevator. The doors opened and he gently guided you in, pressing the button for your floor without looking. His attention was solely on you as you leaned against the back wall, one hand resting on the railing there. Jake smirked as he moved gracefully into your space, his hand resting next to your head and his face moving close to yours. With a smirk, you moved your free hand to rest on his shoulder as his body pressed close to yours, heat radiating between the two of you. Just as his lips were about to touch yours, a loud cough caused the two of you to pull apart. Jake took a step back and spun around to see your neighbor stepping slowly into the elevator. He smiled as he leaned against the wall next to you, his arm brushing against yours. You smiled at the woman, “Mrs. Freeman.” She hummed as she nodded to you, her eyes flickering between you and Jake, a smirk growing on her wrinkled face. The elevator ride was quiet as you watched the numbers going up, trying to ignore Jake’s eyes on you. When your floor dinged, you waved quickly to Mrs. Freeman before you grabbed Jake’s hand and pulled him down the hall to your apartment, your keys in your free hand.

  As soon as the door to your apartment was opened, Jake’s lips were on yours. He gently pushed you in to your home, kicking the door shut behind him. His lips never left yours as the two of you took the familiar path to your bedroom, your clothes mixing with his in piles on the wooden floors.

  Pulling the sheet up over your chest, you turned your head to smile at Jake. He was on his back, looking up at the ceiling with a small smile on his face. When he felt your gaze, he turned to look at you, his smile growing. You giggled as you leaned closer to him, “Tonight might not have started out so great, but it definitely ended very nicely.” He pecked your lips before you pulled away, sitting up and reaching your arms above your head. Jake watched the muscles in your back stretch, and he reached over to rub gentle circles on your exposed skin. You sighed, leaning back into his touch, and readjusting the sheet. He watched your muscles relax as he continued his ministrations, and another sigh passed your lips.

  “How about you let me take you out?” He wasn’t sure where the words had come from, but they were in the air now and he found that he didn’t mind it, even as the silence stretched.

  Your head turned to the side, so that you could see him from the corner of your eye, “On a date?” He nodded and you laughed, “A real date?”

  He nodded again, his voice even, “Yeah.”

  You turned at the waist, your eyebrows raised, “Why?” He was still laying there, wholly unbothered, one hand behind his head as he looked up at you like he didn’t completely change the entire game. The entire friendship.

  With one half-hearted shrug, he glanced to the ceiling, “To have a nice time. To go on more dates.” He turned his gaze to you again, giving you a quick wink, “Hell, maybe I’ll even become your boyfriend.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you as he grinned.

  It felt like the temperature of the room had gone up 20 degrees and you wondered if fanning yourself would have been odd. Instead you scoffed, turning back around to face the window, “You don’t wanna date me.” You swallowed hard, hoping he couldn’t see what was going on in your head.

It was his turn to scoff as his hand dropped away from your back. Had he been drawing the circles this entire time? You pressed a hand to your forehead as he answered you, “What do you mean I don’t want to date you? I just asked, didn’t I?” It couldn’t be controlled, a laugh forced its way out of your mouth, hanging in the air for a moment.

  Regaining your train of thought, you shook your head, “No because if you dated me and became my boyfriend then you’d have to do boyfriend things.” You turned back to him, fixing him with a pointed stare, your head tilted slightly as you watched the gears turn in his head.

  “Like what?”

  “Like,” you looked up to the ceiling, several thoughts swirling through your head until you landed on one, “going to work parties with me.” You nodded as he grinned at you, “You’d have to send me good morning texts and go to brunch with my sister and her husband. You would have to buy me flowers and listen to me rant about my bad days at work. Have dinner with my parents. Those are boyfriend things.” Jake’s eyebrows furrowed as you leaned closer, your voice dropping to a whisper and your eyes narrowing, “You hate boyfriend things.” You had him. You knew you did.

  He stared up at you, his mouth set in a straight line and his voice low, “Not if they’re for you.”

  Pulling back from him, you moved closer to the edge of the bed, “Jake…”

  As he noticed your retreat, he shot up, the sheet bunching at his waist, “No, just hear me out. Please.” You sighed, but nodded to him. He held his hands out, moving them slightly as he spoke, “One date. One real date, that’s all I ask.” Pursing your lips, you stared at him, mulling over his request. He smiled as he saw the lines forming on your forehead, “And if I’m not boyfriend material then we forget this whole thing ever happened.”

  Pursing your lips, you nodded, “Okay.” He grinned as he reached forward, his hand resting gently on your neck. He pressed a kiss to your lips, and you quickly pulled back, your hand resting on his chest, “One date.” He nodded before pulling you into another kiss, leaning back and bringing you to the mattress with him. You giggled as he peppered your face with kisses.

[eyesthatroll]

..rice pudding? | jake seresin

pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x fem!reader

warnings: pretty much just fluff, lowercase intended not really edited.

word count: 0.8k

summary: the next morning after you spent the night at jake's apartment for the first time

"i didn't know you could cook?" you say, the smell of pancakes and bacon invading your senses as you padded into the kitchen, still clad in your night clothes.

jake is shirtless, a pair of black nike sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, the waistband of his calvin klein boxers just barely in view.

he turns to you, the sunlight shining through the window above the kitchen sink, reflecting beautifully against his sleepy eyes and tousled hair.

memories from last night of you tugging on those dirty blonde locks flash through your mind, and you feel your cheeks warm.

"there's a lot you don't know about me, darlin'" he teases, sending a playful wink your way before turning back to the stove.

you take a seat on the middle barstool at the granite island.

it was your first time spending the night at jake's apartment, and to be honest, you had expected to wake up before him and slip out the door, just to avoid any potential awkwardness. of course, you'd shoot him a text saying that you had a great night, and create a fake excuse of why you had to leave so soon. you really did like jake, and you weren't a total asshole to leave without a word.

but to your surprise, you woke up to an empty bed. an empty bed, and the sound of jake singing along to 'so caught up' by the tuskey brothers, downstairs. you’d stayed in bed for a few minutes before getting up, just enjoying the feeling of being enveloped by the intoxicating smell of jake.

though, in hindsight, you should have accounted for the fact that jake is a navy man, and that he probably wakes up early, if not earlier than you, on a regular basis.

the clink of a plate being sat in front of you brings you out of your head.

"what'cha thinkin' about?"

"you." you answer truthfully.

his ears tinge pink, and he lets out a chuckle before speaking. "let's see if there's somethin' on that plate you like."

you look down at the full plate of food. pancakes, eggs, bacon, and.. some sort of rice pudding?

you pick up your fork and warily dip it in the rice whatever it is.

jake laughs. "you've never had grits?"

"no, what is that?"

"you are such a city girl." he teases, shaking his head. "grits are like.. i don't know how to explain it.. like.. corn porridge."

your browns furrowed in confusion.

"what does it taste like?"

"just take a bite and try it, you weirdo."

slowly, you move the fork to your mouth.

the texture is strange at first, but it surprisingly taste good. very good.

jake looks at you with anticipation. "well?"

your lips lift into a grin. "that's really fucking good, jake."

"yeah?"

you go in for another bite. "when i die, bury me in this stuff."

jake laughs, absolutely enamored by your reaction to trying grits for the first time.

"i'm serious, i want this in my casket."

"if i'm still around, i'll do my best to make sure it happens."

the two of you spend the next half hour laughing, eating, feeding off of each others energy.

despite the big ego and slight superiority complex, jake is actually really great, and you could feel yourself falling in love with him in the future.

you had offered to do this dishes, you felt it was only right since jake did the cooking, but he insisted that he would get to them later.

which made you happy, because while you would've done them without complaining, you hated doing the dishes.

"what're your plans for the day?" he asks, opening the front door for you.

"uh, i don't think i have any, maybe some laundry and cleaning?"

jake nods. "well, if you're bored later tonight, a few co-workers and i are gonna go to the bar. you should come, i'd like for you to come-if you want?"

you fought the urge to squeal like a little girl. "yeah, that sounds fun. message me the details?"

"i will."

you go in for a hug, but jake wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a kiss.

his lips are warm and soft, almost silken against your own, and unlike last night, the kiss is slow, passionate, allowing you to live in the moment and appreciate him and the way he feels.

jake's light stubble tickles against your chin, and you smile into the kiss, breaking apart for a gasp of air. "see you later, jake."

-

a/n;

i like this for now, but i'm sure if i re-read it in the next few days i'll hate it. anyways, any constructive criticism or advice is always welcome, i'm pretty new to writing so any tips you have are greatly appreciated. thanks:)

[theundercoversquid]

Flirting  (or lack thereof)

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader

Summary: Bob Can't flirt. Not that it matters.

Warnings: 

Masterlist

Bob couldn't flirt. This was not an observation or a comment. It was a fact.

Something that brought great amusement to Rooster and Hangmen. Coaching from payback, coyote, and fanboy. And half amusement, half worry from Phoenix.

Phoenix was half amused by his bumbling attempts at flirting, the same way you smile at a child as they try to do something new and fail harmlessly. And half worried that he would fail in a way that would end up hurting himself.

And that was where you came into this equation. Bob is in love with you. A statement as accurate as the fact that the sun will rise every day and set again every night. The problem with this fact is that Bob did not know what to do with it.

You were the beautiful and untouchable bartender at the Hard Deck. Bob would watch you (not in a creepy way, he promises), and even on the business nights, you never seemed rushed or stressed. You would calmly send out beers as fast as their requests came in.

The Dagger Squad would fruitlessly try to persuade him to go up and talk to you. You would even try to flirt with him whenever he came up. The problem was that flirting with him sent him running.

You were starting to give up any hope of Bob returning your feelings. Figuring that he didn't like you the way that you did. But that Bob was too polite to let you down. Hence why, he ran away whenever you tried to flirt with him.

So, you slowly worked on drawing back from the charming WOS.

You stopped flirting with him when he came up to get drinks. You slowly stopped trying to talk to him at all.

And poor innocent Bob couldn't work out what he had done wrong.

Bob couldn't work out why you were suddenly pulling away from him. Whilst your flirting had made him blush and get flustered, he had looked forwards to it. But now, you barely even talked to him, and he didn't know what to do.

So, one evening when you were leaving the bar, Bob corned you. Something that wasn't at all threatening but more slightly confusing. Why was the WSO that seemed to want nothing to do with you now seeking you out?

"What have I done wrong?" Bob timidly asked you. 

"What do you mean, Bob?" You ask back. Unsure about where this was going.

"Why don't you talk to me anymore?" Bob pushed.

Suddenly realising what this was about, you sincerely wanted to escape before admitting your feelings to Bob.

"I didn't think you liked talking to me." You admit sheepishly as you try to find a way to escape.

"That's not true." Bob protested.

"Then why did you always try to run away." You snap, fed up with the game he is playing and scared of getting rejected.

"Because you scare me," Bob admitted quietly.

Laughing sarcastically, you push past him. "Because that's what every girl wants to hear," you call over your shoulder as you head for your car.

"Wait!" Bob calls, trotting after you. "I didn’t mean it like that."

"Then what do you mean by that, Bob." You turn around, snapping at him.

Freezing at that, it takes Bob a moment to process your question and then another moment to decide to tell you the truth. But by then, you have already snorted at his silence and carried on to your car.

"I love you," Bob shouts after you. Freezing you in your tracks. But you don’t dare turn around. "I have been in love with you since I first met you." Bob carries on. "You scare me because you are so amazing, and I know you will never return my feelings. So I would rather admire you from afar than approach you and get rejected. Because then you will hate me, which will be much worse than you not knowing who I am."

"But Bob, I do love you." You tell him incredulously. "That's why I always flirted with you."

Bob froze. Blinking at you for a few moments. "Really?" was all Bob could get out.

"Yes." You laugh incredulous. Scrubbing your hands down your face.

"So you wouldn't be upset if I did this then?" Bob asks from where he is suddenly standing right in front of you.

"Did what?" You ask him cautiously.

Bob's only answer is to gently cup your face and kiss you. A gently kiss full of so much passion. Your own hands come up to grab the back of his neck. Gently pulling him even closer to you as you return his affection hungrily.

This was something you had both wanted for a very long time.

[rosiahills22]

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL THE TOP GUN MAMAS ❤️❤️❤️

[amysteryspot]

The right moment | B.B.

Summary: Sometimes waiting for the moment pays off.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Warnings: swearing; Rooster being a cheeky bastard.

Word count: 313

A/N: This is my very first time writing for the Top Gun fandom, obviously the first time writing for Rooster too. I hope this is good because it was fun to write. Also, this was barely edited.

“Say what, if you find me this book, I’ll go on a date with you.” You smile, waiting for his reaction.

“You got it,” The pilot says as he turns on his heels and disappears between the shelves to search for a book that was hiding in your desk.

Pete gets close to you, leaning on the counter you’re sitting on.

“You know where the book is, don’t you?” He smiles.

“What kind of question is that?” You mock. “Of course that I know.”

“And would you apply the same terms of your terms if someone else found the book?”

You turned your head to look at the other pilot—Rooster—with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, a deal is a deal.”

He was quick to bend over the counter, picking up the book and handing it to you. There was nothing to do to contain the smile that appeared on your face.

“Smooth, I’ll give you that.” You said, staring at his bright smile. “Lieutenant,” you called.

The other pilot appeared, asking what happened. You showed him the book.

“Your friend here found it for you. It seems that he does, indeed, wait for the perfect moment. Maybe next time you’ll have more luck.”

“You sly motherfucker.” The pilot said. What was his name? Bagman? Hangman? You weren’t sure.

“Yeah, yeah. Go back to base and mop now,” Rooster said.

“It seems that you’re going to be alone tonight, Hangman.” Pete patted the blonde on the back, and the both of them left the room.

“So…” Rooster said, getting your attention back. “When do you leave?”

You took a minute to look at him. Really look at him. You couldn’t understand how someone could look so good in that goddamn shirt.

“Six.”

“See you then.” He smiled at you before putting his sunglasses back on and leaving.

Damn, you were certainly looking forward to it.

Taglist: @zablife

[simpledyiing]

From Paper to Reality ∥ P. Mitchell

Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x (Student) Y/N

Word count - 7k

Y/CS - Your call sign (EX. Hollywood, Dutch, Barbie)

Summary: Y/N has a crush on her instructor, Maverick but can't act on it… haha unless... FUCKING ANGST

A/N: I'm sorry if this is complete shit, please have mercy on my soul. AND No hate to Rooster, I absolutely love him so don't come for me. If anyone wants to get drunk and sing along with Seresin - the song is linked here on Youtube fire by the pointer sisters

1986 — Texas, United States of America

The sun was shining through the little quaint suburb as the birds chirped in sync with sprinklers as they pelt droplets of water on the earth below. The only thing breaking the rhythm was the Paper boy’s bicycle wheels and the thuds of the daily paper hitting against the door to land perfectly on the Y/L/N’s welcome mat.

At the tell-tale sign of the daily paper being just outside the door, Y/N’s mother was bouncing a fussy three year old on her hip. She made her way through the living room to reach the front door, while speaking in a gentle tone considering she has spent the last 10 minutes trying to calm Y/N down, but unfortunately nothing was working. “Aww sweetie pie, what’s the matter? Huh, what’s got you crying like this… shhh it’s okay baby” after placing a gentle kiss on the crying child’s forehead, Y/N’s mother swung the door open and bent down to retrieve the daily newspaper, and at that the crying stopped. The tired woman looked down at the child in her arms and noticed Y/N was hyper-fixated on the front cover photo of a Handsome brunette pilot smiling in front of an F-14  surrounded by several crew members  “Huh a Naval pilot really, Your daddy might have a bit of a problem with that sweetcheeks” 

~~

Y/N’s crying fit started the second her mother took the paper from her clinging little hands, after a good ten minutes Y/N’s wish was granted as the front cover of the paper was laid in front of her sitting position “Tanks momma” slipped the little girl’s lips as she smiled down at the paper.

~~

The front door of the Y/L/N’s home was gently opened as Y/N’s father peeked into the house to try and not disturb Y/N if she was asleep, but as he walked further into the living room he noticed his daughter was absent from her usual spot, he was ripped from his confused state when he heard a noise coming from the kitchen. 

As he entered the kitchen his gaze checked the surrounding area to try and find the little terror known as his daughter, but at last Y/N was not in the kitchen “Hey honey, uh where’s Y/N at? The little munchkin isn't in the living room”  all he got in response was a tired sigh escaping his wife’s lips before she closed the oven door “I don’t even know at this point, I think she’s sitting under the stairs.. but how was your day hun?”  the sound of a chair scraping along the hardwood filled the quiet kitchen, as he dropped his weight into the seat “It was good besides Daniel being a dickhead but that’s normal…. Uh, Honey where is the front page of the paper?”

The sound of his wife’s laugh filtered through the surrounding air “Your daughter” lifting his gaze from the little black symbols covering the page towards his wife “what do you mean Y/N” confusion was laced through his words as he simply stared dumbfounded at the woman in front of him, waiting for her to continue. “Well, you see your sweet little princess is in love! Y/N started crying after you left for work and pretty much spent the whole day balling her eyes out. She finally stopped crying when the paper came with some naval pilot on the front cover. I took the paper away and she started crying again soooo the front page is hers, don’t even think about taking it away from her cuz if you do, I will beat you three ways to Sunday” 

Y/N’s father blinked three times processing the information that just flooded his brain, “She stopped crying because of some pilot on the front page?” with a simple nod from his wife, the chair scraped once against the wood as he heads towards the cubby under the staircase, but the soft floral dress hiding under an end table caught his attention, bending down to see his smiling daughter holding the front cover of the paper “Hiii daddy” he couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, “Hi princess, what do you have there?” Y/N reached her arms out to show her father the front page “Mommy said I could have it!” before Y/N knew it she was being pulled out from under the table and into her father’s arms “Hmmm Honey, you are a little too young for boys, and I rather you stay away from military men”

~~

After that Y/N’s mother went around the neighborhood and asked if she could have their front cover page of the newspaper, considering this naval pilot by the name of Lieutenant Pete “Maverick” Mitchell was the only thing that stopped her daughter from crying endless amounts of tears…. She wasn’t going to risk losing this gift from the skies so she ended up with a stockpile of 43 cover photos of Lt. Mitchell, she even laminated a few and stored the rest in a ziplock bag with parchment paper separating each paper.. Just to be safe!

~~

2000 - Texas, United States of America

The Y/L/N’s resident was filled with laughter and inflated overlapping voices that floated through the baby pink balloons and glittery party streamers that cascaded down from the ceiling, it was Y/N’s seventeenth birthday. 

Y/N was currently surrounded by her four aunties, that were currently  on attempt #5 of trying to set her up with several different boys, that they know ‘you aren’t getting any younger’ was their chant of the day. The only thing saving the poor girl was her father, “My princess doesn’t care about boys, she’s too busy picking which Ivy league university she is attending, isn't that right pumpkin?” a nervous laugh slipped past her lips accompanied with “Yes, sir! Haha have you seen mom?” the four women surrounding them rolled their eyes, as a proud smile formed on her father’s face “She is in the kitchen, hun” Y/N quickly nodded thanks towards her dad as she made her way towards the kitchen.

The heat radiating from the oven warmed the air around, as a gentle hum floats through the kitchen “Momma, I need to talk to you about something”  Y/N’s mother turned her gaze away from the half-frosted cake sitting on the counter towards her daughter  “What’s wrong, baby?” Y/N sighed as she dragged herself to sit in the empty chair in front of her mother “Momma, y’know how dad wants me to go to a big ivy league college… well I don’t want to... I-I want to join the Navy and become a pilot” the icing spatula in her mother’s hand fell to the ground with a soft plop “YOU WHAT?” she winced slightly at her mother’s predictable reaction “Mom, you have known this for years. This is all I have ever wanted since I was three years old. Please I need your help I don’t know how to tell Dad, I know he’s going to be extremely pissed off that his pride and joy rather go to naval boot camp than Baylor or A&M but this is what I want to do, will you please help me?” Her mother was silent as she cleaned the dropped spatula under the faucet, before shifting her gaze towards her daughter “Baby if this is what you want, I support you no matter what… We can figure out how to break the news to your father after dinner, okay? But you are a 1000% sure, that this is what you want to do?” Y/N didn’t hesitate as the words pushed off her tongue “Yes, I’m 1 million percent sure, that this is what I want” after a few moments of silence, a heavy sigh passed Y/N’s mother’s lips “Well honey, I’m not going to crush your dreams or spirit, that what life is for” shaking her head as she reached out to hug her daughter.

~~

The day came when Y/N broke the news to her father, as ‘United States Naval Academy’ slipped off her tongue that was the moment she saw the light disappear from his eyes as confusion and disappointment took over. Y/N’s Father thought she was sitting him down to tell him the great news, that she finally decided on a University.. At that moment he knew he should’ve thrown out a certain newspaper, but he knew nothing was going to change Y/N’s mind and opted for the peaceful route of supporting his daughter’s decision. Considering he knew Y/N was going to put everything she had into it and would be top of her class ‘When’ she goes to Top Gun….Which he was correct about, and bragged about even years after she graduated from top gun.

~~ 

2020 - USS Carl Vinson

If someone told Lt. Y/N ‘Y/CS’ Y/L/N that she would be back at Top Gun she would have called them crazy and laughed in their faces, well that was Y/N’s exact reaction as her superior notified her of her call-back status. Y/N’s time at Top Gun was a love-hate relationship considering she learned her weaknesses and sharpened her skills, and also crossed paths with her best friend, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace. Looking from an outside perspective Y/N had everything and she was envied by her fellow peers, not only was she always top of the class because of her flying skills but the instructors loved her.

But Y/N didn’t have everything, she was in a deep state of depression and was only truly happy when she was flying, considering her three year long relationship with her fiance fell apart when he cheated on her, after that heartbreak her mother was diagnosed with cancer…. but the heaviest hit was her mother dying a two weeks before her graduation. 

However, all of those memories and emotions were pushed aside when Phoenix pulled Y/N into a long overdue hug. Even though Y/N was dreading tomorrow, it was still comforting to see a friendly familiar face and I guess… Hangman’s too even though she spent 4 months on a naval carrier with him a couple of months prior to this.

~~

The ringing of a bell filtered through the cramp barroom as it roared to life with cheering, as patrons made their way over to the bar’s counter just as Hangman was weaving through with two glasses in his hands and his trademark smirk. “What’s got you so happy?”  Y/N’s words were punctuated with the full glasses landing against the hardwood table “Drinks are on the old guy at the bar, tsk tsk Grandpa didn’t read the sign” Y/N tilted her head to catch a glimpse of the poor guy at the bar but gave up shortly afterwards “hmm I don’t know why you are getting giddy over that, considering you will be that old guy sitting at a bar alone in 10 years” Hangman’s smirked dropped at the thought before leaning closer to his female counterpart “Oh Honey don’t tell me you forgot about our little deal…” as his words drifted through the surrounding air it sparked curiosity in the WSO sitting across, pushing his glasses up along with ‘What Deal?” The groan that emitted from Y/N was a tell-tale sign to stop the conversation but Seresin ignored her protests “Well you see my dear friend, Y/N and I made a deal that if we weren’t married in 10 years.. Well 8 years now, we would get married” the smirk never left his face, even after Phoenix slapped Y/N’s arm “Are you serious right now? Y/N I thought better of you, I am so disappointed and offended right now” rubbing the spot just assaulted by the firey brunette “What I was drunk at the time and wHy are you offended?”  her confused state dropped as Natasha replied with “I’m offended because you didn’t ask me first for a marriage pact” Seresin swallowed down his beer before standing up to head over to the pool tables with a “Should have been faster Phoenix, cuz that ass is going to be mine in 8 years” ….

~~

The room was dark except for the moonlight cascading through the window, usually that would be a comfort to her but Y/N was too focused on trying to match her breathing to the low melody coming from the chirping crickets outside her window considering sleep was evading her. Anxiety was washing over her like the California waves gliding over the shoreline, which led her to stare blankly at the small depressions lining the surface of her bedroom ceiling as she flipped through her memories as if it was an old photo album.  Y/N knew this was a dangerous past time, but she couldn’t help but indulge this sadistic need as she thought about how tightly her mother embraced her before being torn apart from one another as Y/N left for the Navy. She could still hear her mother’s crying pleas for her to be safe and telling her to try and call, as her father sent her a proud smile accompanied by “Give ‘em hell, pumpkin.” 

Y/N’s thoughts soon drifted through what-ifs… how her life would have been so different if she went to that Ivy league school, that her father wanted so desperately for her. She started to wonder if she should thank her 3-year-old self or curse her, considering if she never threw that crying tantrum that morning, she would have never found out about the United States Navy in the form of Lt. Pete “Maverick” Mitchell plastered across the front page of the newspaper. But in all honesty not all the blame could be pushed onto three year old Y/N, considering her mother collected 43 copies of the newspaper’s cover and even framed it… at that thought Y/N’s gaze drifted from the off-white ceiling towards the dresser, where three picture frames sat proudly atop of the worn wood; a family photo, a teenage Y/N clinging onto her childhood dog, and the old 1986’s newspaper cover. 

She couldn't help but shake her head as a laugh slipped through her lips, considering how ridiculous she was as if she was still that crying three year old girl clinging to the ivory colored newspaper for comfort, as if Lt. Pete Mitchell in paper form was going to dry her tears and hush her worries, unfortunately the thought was cut short when the blaring sound of her alarm disrupted the silence. 

~~

The room was spacious but it still didn’t help to drown out her peers' loud chattering, nor the argument brewing between Rooster and Hangman but soon none of that mattered considering Y/N’s focus was aimed at the desk, where a dark blue cup sat with NAVY plastered across the front in bold gold font. Her attention shifted from the design to imagine how long the cup had been abandoned for considering steam stopped rising from it ten minutes ago, and most importantly who left it. 

Y/N’s daydreaming was cut off once again almost like deja vu of this morning the only difference was instead of her alarm, it was Hangman producing the annoying sound. Y/N slowly tilted her head to look up at Seresin’s smirking face  “Aww did the baby get tired of Bradshaw already?” 

Hangman shifted back and forth while rolling his eyes at the younger pilot “No, I just rather spend some quality time with you, sweetheart.. Plus you are a lot easier on the eyes than Bradshaw, so move over” Y/N huffed out a laugh as Bradshaw muttered a ‘fuck you’ but complied with Hangman’s request and moved over to the unoccupied seat. Shortly after that it didn’t take long for Phoenix to drop down next to her, as y’all waited patiently for the instructor to show. 

~~

The sound of boots hitting cement over and over echoed through the room as the previously rowdy aviators waited with bated breaths as their heads turned in the direction of the entrance to get a single glance at their instructor. 

A mere glimpse of the man’s face was all it took considering three year old Y/N spent hours looking at that man, Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell.  The emotions that flooded her system were a mixture of excitement and mortification as she bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from screaming, unfortunately the quiet “fuck me no no no” slipped through her lips, which caught Phoenix’s attention as her eyes shifted from Maverick to Y/N “What’s wrong?” Ignoring her, Y/N tilted her head towards Maverick as he lifted the Navy cup off the desk to meet his lips, Which answered Y/N’s previous question as she caught the slight grimace taking over his facial expression as he willed himself to swallow down the cold coffee.

As Maverick’s gaze shifted from the manila folders laid out on the desk to lock eyes with her, the warm comforting smile he sent her way, only frightened the pilot more.. And at that moment Y/N knew her Love-Hate relationship with Top Gun would once repeat itself..

~~

Grunting between deep exhales of air was accompanied by Y/N’s tired sigh escaping her lips as she pushed herself back down just to repeat another sixty times. This was her punishment considering Bradshaw had a tantrum in the sky and bailed as her wingman to go after Maverick, which result in Rooster being ‘shot’ and Y/N a couple of minutes afterwards.

 “I’m sorry Y/CS, I should have stuck to the plan” filtered through a low grunt as Rooster pushed his body up from the planked position, “It’s okay birdboy, I was planning on doing 200 pushups after we got back anyways!... but just don’t leave me hanging next time please” Rooster nodded at Y/N as she reached her punishment goal before collapsing face first into the concert to try and cool herself down.

Maverick huffed out a laugh at Y/N’s state “That’s 200 Y/L/N, you are done for the day.. And good job out there” Y/N’s bad mood shifted to pure joy from hearing his praise, but the only response she could muster in her current state was slowly pulling her right arm up to give him a thumbs up. 

~~

At the moment Y/N was currently in the Love part of her relationship with Top Gun, considering she was learning how to perfect her dogfighting skill from her hero but was also developing a friendly/flirty relationship with Maverick. She was in pure bliss until her father showed up “Pumpkin!” echoed through the Hard Deck as the familiar voice pierced her ears.

 Y/N’s face dropped as she tilted her head away from Maverick to the man approaching her “Oh fuck… Dad! What are you doing here? And how did you know I was even here?” Upon seeing his daughter’s face, a warm smile grew as he finally reached his little girl “I wanted to surprise you! So I called Natasha and she told me I would find you here… and I just wanted to check up on you, considering you’re back at Top Gun”

Before Y/N could respond to her dad, Seresin’s voice broke the silence “Pumpkin? Huh cute” her soft smile dropped as she sent him a death glare over her father’s shoulder. 

Y/N pulled herself from her father’s embrace and shifted towards the team as she introduced everyone, he interrupted her before she could finish “Isn’t that the guy from the front page of the newspaper that you were obsessed with? God it’s like from paper to reality huh” Y/N’s smile dropped as she blinked three times as Maverick’s voice filtered through the suffocating air around her “Newspaper?.. Wait was it from the 80s?”

Y/N flinched as her father clapped his hands together “Yes, 1986 front page of the daily paper! When Y/N was younger she was obsessed with it, you were the only thing that could stop my little girl from crying, No matter what” Y/N felt her father nudge her but no words were formed “Honey, do you still have that thing hanging up in your room” when no response was giving he continued “She probably does, considering she took it with her when she joined the Navy…. But I got to say it’s an honor to meet the man that made my job easier, considering all the boys in her hometown envied you and she didn’t even bat an eye at them. She was too busy gawking at yo…” her father’s words fell flat as they muffled against Y/N’s hand “DAd, stop talking now… we are leaving now” without waiting for a reply Y/N dragged him with her towards the door, Y/N’s father waved goodbye as he involuntarily followed. 

Hangman was holding his stomach as he laughed out “Oh that’s beautiful, Thank you, Phoenix for giving me this ammunition to use against her” Phoenix’s head shot up before setting her jaw “ Don’t be an ass, bagman” Seresin rolled his eyes at the angry brunette and shifted his line of sight to the aging captain “Oh apple of Y/N’s eyes”  after the words slipped thru his lips a pained ‘ow’ accompanied it as Phoenix decked him.

~~

The hard deck was filled with overlapping voices and laughter, as the team crowded around the pool table and surrounding chairs, Y/N instead made a beeline towards the chair against the bar counter considering she was tired of being the butt of the joke, No one seemed to notice.. Except for Maverick.

Which is how he found himself filling the empty seat to her left after a few moments he nudged her “Hey Y/CS, you okay?” Y/N tilted her head to meet his gaze before a heavy sigh was released “Well, considering Hangman has nicked you as ‘Apple of Y/N’s eyes’ mmm and my dad is staying with me for the week, I think I could be better y’know…” a slight hum in agreeance followed her words “Mav, can we just pretend that last night never happened?”

A laugh filtered around the two of them “Was it really that embarrassing for you? I thought it was sweet especially since all the boys in your hometown envied me, little bit of an ego boost… But I am curious do you still have it hanging up” Y/N sat in silence as she sucked in a deep breath “Yes it really was embarrassing for me, but I am so thrilled you are getting a kick out of this.. And yeah it’s still up, but the reason has changed over time. Yeah I had a massive crush on you, but you were the reason why I joined the Navy, I admired you and I still do but after I graduated from Top Gun the reason changed…”  

Penny interrupted your thought process as she laid drinks in front of yall, Maverick shot her a small smile with a ‘thank you’ before turning his attention back to Y/N “why did it change..what is the reason now?” but she didn’t reciprocate the action, instead she just stared blankly at the bubbles rising to the top of her beer “When I was little, I would cry endlessly after my dad would leave for work and then one day I saw you on the front page and the crying just stopped. After that my mom went around the neighborhood and collected ‘43’ copies of the front cover, just to make sure I would always have you there to comfort me… So yeah the reason now, it reminds me of my mother’s love, considering not many people would go through the hassle just to make sure I wouldn’t cry ever again…” a thud followed as she pushed her glass back and forth, “it’s a hard choice to pick which reason I like more, but I think it's going to be… the first one”  

The dull smack to his upper right arm was her feeble attempt to try and reprimand him, but it only encouraged the smile growing on his face as he reached to give her wrist a small shake, to try and get her attention. “I’m kidding…mostly, but I will say this, I care a lot about you and I am here for you no matter what, in paper form and physically.” 

They fell into a comforting silence as Y/N leaned against him the small ‘thanks mav’ was almost drowned out by the loudness of the bar, but the soft smile forming on Maverick’s face confirmed he heard her.

~~

Remember that promise Rooster made about not leaving Y/N hanging? Well, he broke it but this time it almost resulted in Y/N ejecting from her F-14. Everything was going according to plan Y/N took the lead and Rooster was sticking to his promise, until he got in his head and drifted off course and comms to go after Maverick, “Roo you alright? … Rooster do you copy” silence was all she heard over the comms. Y/N understood why he got antsy and jumped the gun considering Maverick shot them down each training session, but she wasn’t expecting Rooster to jerk his plan roughly up, the bad maneuver caused the nose of her F-14 to take a sharp pitch downwards as Y/N’s head slammed against the canopy. The blaring beeps bounced off the canopy disrupting Y/N’s dazed state as the comms lit up “EJECT, Y/CS EJECT NOW… Y/N CAN YOU HEAR ME…” Y/N felt like throwing up as the blood dripped down the front of her right eyebrow, before pulling forward to try and level out the plane before hitting the hard deck, which worked considering the nose of the plane was once again level with the tail. 

~~

The second Y/N’s boots touched the ground she was throwing her guts up only pausing to let out a strained “Natasha!” as the brunette took quick strides over to comfort her while sending the gathering crowd a sharp glare for gawking at the scene “Go get her water now” was barked at an onlooker. Y/N wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, as she smiled fondly at Phoenix, “Have I told you about how much I love you” a faint laugh was pulled out from the two before labored breaths from Maverick and Rooster floated through the air “Y/N.. are you okay” 

Y/N slowly removed her flight helmet, grimacing as she threw it to the side before her eyes slowly moved to watch the bird soaring above her as a pained laugh followed by “You lucky bastard’ left her chapped lips. Maverick and Phoenix were in front of her instantly upon noticing the crimson liquid dripping down on her flight suit “Jesus Christ, you’re bleeding.. We need to get her to med bay” the only indication that Y/N was aware of the situation was the slight shake of her head and a slurred “Mavvv don’t tell my dad a-about this”

~~

Tension rose among the team, considering Maverick would snap at them for making the tiniest mistake, but everyone thought it would dissolve after Y/N was healed up and cleared to fly again, but it didn’t because Maverick grounded her without a reason after she was given the green light to fly. Y/N shrugged it off but the next day he grounded her from flying again. 

~~

Anger washed over Y/N’s form as she waited patiently in the chair adjacent to the desk in Maverick’s office. She was rightfully pissed considering the accident wasn’t even her fault, but the fact that she couldn’t even be up in the one place that makes her truly happy, all because of Maverick. 

Y/N’s eyes were piercing through the once again abandoned  ‘Navy’ cup that sat proudly on his cluttered desk, she almost had to laugh considering it felt like deja vu of her first day back except the cup didn’t spark her curiosity to daydream about its owner or its story, instead it seemed to mock her childish antics. The sound of the door squeaking open tore her gaze from it, as she waited for Maverick to step into her peripheral “Y/N? Hey, I hope you weren’t waiting for too long…” he trailed off upon seeing her blank facial expression  “What’s wrong? Is your head hurting?” As Maverick sat on the edge of his desk, concern was laced in his features as she took a deep breath “I want to know why you grounded me for TWO days in a row after I was given the green light…Mav why, I need an answer?” silence filled the space for what felt like minutes “Y/N, just give it a couple more days” Y/N rolled her eyes at his sorry excuse for an answer, as she pulled herself up to meet his eyes “That’s not an answer, that’s you trying to avoid the question” 

Maverick’s eyes scanned the office as if he was trying to avoid the disheveled pilot's gaze, but in reality he was weighing his options “You didn’t follow orders, I told you to eject and you ignored a direct command. You could have passed out up there and crashed, you could have d-died… Y/N, I already lost one person I care about.. On my watch, I’m not going to lose another so just drop it, please.. You are grounded until I say otherwise”

Maverick locked eyes with her as she wiped a hand across her face, “People die every day, let me do my fucking job I’m not some naive child I know what I am doing, especially up there.. But This isn’t about me though is it? This is about you. If you truly cared about me, you would know grounding me is the last thing I need.” She shook her head as a scoff slipped through her lips before turning towards the door, ignoring Maverick’s calls as she slammed the frosted glass door shut behind her as she walked straight into Hangman’s chest “Y/N, hey what’s wrong?” his gaze shifted from the Maverick’s office door before turning Y/N with him to walk in the other direction “How about we go shoot a few rounds of pool at the Hard Deck? Hmm drinks are on me” 

~~

The sound of the frosted door rattling against the wall after Y/N stormed out echoed through his thoughts on repeat the only thing that seemed to help drown it out was the monotonous conversation and low laughter that carried through the bar. The heavy sigh released from the aging pilot, as he dropped himself into the bar stool in front of Penny had her raising a brow in question to his soured mood “What’s wrong?”  followed along with a freshly poured beer pushed in front of him “Nothing Pen, it was just a long day… um, have you seen Y/N today?” Penny’s brow rose even higher, before pointing to the corner of the bar “long day my ass, what did you do? The poor girl looked like she was about to burst into tears or kill someone when she came in here … but either way if you are going to try and fix whatever you did, you might want to wait for her to sober up” Maverick shifted in his seat to look in the direction she had pointed in, Y/N was clearly drunk and swaying to the jukebox while absentmindedly singing along to the chorus.

~~

The one too many tequila shots produced a numb feeling that successfully pushed her dejected thoughts away for a good couple of hours, she glanced through the bar as Hangman was failing miserably to work the jukebox, and refused her help saying it was ‘a surprise’ before pushing her away. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his childish antics but stayed in place, still swaying slightly to the melody of the bar chatter, until the familiar chorus of Fire rang through her ears as Seresin slurred “I'm ridin' in your caar, you turn on the radio…You're pullllin' me clooose” to try and cheer her up as he pulled her towards him as the pair sung in unison and off pitch, “I just say no,I saaay I don't like it b-but you know I'm a liaar” before others crowded in to join in on their slurred rendition.

~~

Maverick’s eyes were glued to the scene unfolding across the bar, Y/N giggled as Hangman sway her hips back and forth to the beat. At the sight, Maverick’s facial expression was laced with disappointment, before he turned away to reposition himself at the bar’s counter. Maverick was unaware of the suspicions brewing in the brunette’s head, as he brought the glass up to his lips the words slipped out of Penny’s “You’re in love with her?” Penny’s laugh was accompanied by his choking sound, before he could dismiss her accusation he was shushed as Penny shot him a pointed look “yea I am” was huffed out. The look of victory graced her lips as his shoulders dropped in defeat  “Well go tell her that loverboy before it’s too late, and do me a favor give her a ride home”

~~

Her face was flushed against the cool bar top, providing her flustered state a bit of relief, she couldn’t help but laugh at her current state considering her mother would be ripping her a new one, grumbling on ‘Y/N sit up that’s unladylike’. The worn table would have been an uncomfortable bed, but Y/N looked past the stickiness and closed her eyes until she felt someone’s callous hands touch the top of her shoulders. A groan of protest left her body as she forced herself to see who disturbed her peaceful table nap, it was Maverick staring down at her with concern swimming through his green irises “Hi Mavv! No wait no, I’m still mad at you so kindly fuck off” the smile forming on his lips stopped her from returning to her nap “Hello to you too, I know you are but can we talk.. Please?” after a few moment’s pasted, as she weighed her options, Y/N figured she could put a pause on her nap for another five minutes “sure, I guess” as she waited for him to drop down in the chair that was previously occupied by Hangman, but he continued to stand behind her “Let me guess, you want to talk outside?” the second he nodded, the agitated pilot lifted herself with a tired sigh as she stumbled slightly to the door.

The humid California air hitting against her flush face made her want to vomit, the only thing saving her was the almost non-existent breeze as she tried to focus on the man in front of her “You are good to fly tomorrow.. Well that’s if your hangover allows it” confusion swept over her features “A few hours ago you grounded me indefinitely just to give me the green light now, what changed?” The usually confident pilot started to fidget under her gaze, which didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N “You were right, okay I grounded you because of my own fears not because you weren’t ready, I’m sorry Y/N. It’s just after you passed out in the med bay, I couldn’t leave you and that’s when I realized something changed” The air around them felt suffocating as Y/N took a cautious step towards him, “Yeahh the Doc told me you were there for over three hours, Thanks by the way for being there…But… Pete what changed” curiosity was entangled in her words, as she tried to play it off as indifferent “my feelings towards you changed, my feelings weren’t friendly but instead It was me falling in love with you, but….” All of the air left her lungs as she clung to each breath he took as if the man standing in front of her was the only thing keeping her grounded on this god-forsaken earth. The warmth radiating off of his sunkissed skin was sinking into her’s but it still felt like he was miles away from her, before she was pulling him down to meet her lips. 

The groan that slipped past his lips felt almost intoxicating as she melted in the kiss further until it abruptly stopped. Maverick pulled himself away from her parted lips, Y/N froze wondering if she imagined it all but her kiss-swollen lips served as vindication. He couldn’t even look Y/N in her eyes, guilt loomed over him “but we can’t, Y/N we can’t”  Her dazed, doe-eyed facial expression dropped to an unreadable blank canvas “What the fuck Pete, what do you mean we can’t?? What is stopping us huh WHAT? He winced at her words, which felt as if they were punctuated with knives “We just can’t Y/N, I’m your instructor if the Navy found out they would fire us both, it’s inappropriate ..I-I shouldn’t have said anything I’m sorry” 

~~

The promise she made to her mother rang through her thoughts, ‘never let them see you cry, don’t give ‘em the satisfaction of knowing how much of an effect they’ve over you” but it was too late, she felt hot tears rolling down her face as she muffled the cry that escaped her mouth. She felt pathetic, ashamed of herself at this very moment for putting herself in this situation. Y/N knew from the start coming back to Top Gun was a mistake but she ignored the warnings, she still was ignoring them as Maverick’s hush tone pulled her into a false sense of comfort just by saying her name.  

Her body betrayed her in her delirious state, as she contemplated begging him to just give her something, even if it was just holding her shaking frame as tears soaked through his shirt but instead he couldn’t even look at her, and if he did look it would probably be ridden with guilt or pity. “Y’know Mav, out of everyone I never thought you would make me cry, but huh I guess some things change… Just, why the fuck would you even tell me? To get my hopes up? To hurt me?.....”  Her vision blurred from the tears, her only sign that he was still there was the dull sound of his apology ‘I’m sorry, Y/N' the sound made her wince as if it sounded more like nails on a chalkboard. “Pete, shut up I don’t care about your ‘I’m sorry’ just can you pretend for five fucking minutes that all your bullshit reasons don’t exist? Because I know for a fact you couldn’t give two flying fucks about the rules, because you are the reckless, and arrogant Captain Pete Mitchell so what changed? mm I have a working theory, y-you are scared of getting attached and then being a fucking failure when you deliberately ruin things…”  She wanted a reaction from Maverick just to know that her words had some effect on him, a small part of her hoped his response would be laced with malice just to give her a reason to hate him.

The heavy sigh slipping from his lips made her want to scream or even hit him, just to force him to feel even the slightest bit of pain that he caused her but even then it would just hurt her more to see him in that state. Her blood ran cold as she acknowledge the fact that she was nothing but a lovesick schoolgirl when it came to this man, he could stomp on her heart and fix it all with a small smile. Everything about this man overwhelmed her with conflicting feelings that should have never see the light of day, yet as those two vague words slipped past his lips, “Fuck it” she was hooked, waiting with bated breaths for him to give her anything to grasp onto. 

The feeling of warm fingertips skimming across the exposed skin of her waist flooded her system, the firm hand that tilted her head up was purposeful but felt foreign in every way. The overwhelming fear of rejection loomed over her as their lips met once again, with each passing second Y/N was memorizing the feeling of his lips against hers, the way the air felt so constricting around them as she grasp unto every detail that would later agonize her weeping heart in the late hours of the night.  Y/N felt as if she was drowning, every nerve in her body was overwhelmed,  and her head was buzzing from her thoughts flooding her brain… ‘why is he kissing me?... is this some sort of sick joke?’ Maverick’s lips twitched up into a smirk before a low groan escaped when his back was pushed against the outside wall of the Hard Deck, followed by Y/N’s full body weight. Y/N laughter was muffled against his lip as another groan of protest left his body, as a small 'sorry' 'filtered around them.

It was the calm after the storm as silence filled the void surrounding them, they stayed pressed up against one another “Mav, Where does this leave us now? Pete shifted his gaze from Y/N to stare blankly at the parking lot as if it held the answer, “We will figure it out tomorrow, but right now how about I take you home so you can shove me up against a different wall?”  Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his antics, even if it caused her cheeks to flush “hmm are you sure your back can handle that?”

Before she knew it she was being pushed off of him and steered towards Maverick’s motorcycle “Watch it, and ehh you’re worth the back pain, sweetheart”......

~~

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (A Masterlist)

Welcome to my holiday themed masterlist! ❄ Here you'll find everything Christmas/Winter themed that I've written for when you feel like getting into the holiday spirit!

Merry Christmas Darlin' (Bob Floyd x Reader)

This Love We've Got Is the Best of All (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Silent Night, Joyful Hearts (Jake Seresin x Reader)

Merry Christmas, Dad (Bradley Bradshaw x Reader)

It's a Marshmallow World (Harrison Knott x Reader)

Home For Christmas (Jake Seresin x Reader)

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

whiskey glasses - Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: ~900 words. In the heat of the moment, Hangman says something he doesn't mean during an argument with his girlfriend.

Warnings: so much angst. a little bit of cursing. she/her reader pronouns.

a/n: i've had a lot of issues sitting down and writing actual paragraphs and not frantic bullet points so this angsty fic was brought to you by a sudden burst of motivation and manifestation of my horrible mood tonight. xoxo. enjoy!

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It was a simple, harmless request. y/n asked her boyfriend to help her fix a few things around the house–the leaky kitchen sink faucet, the window that was stuck shut, and a lightbulb just out of her reach that needed to be replaced.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin arrived home from a tough day of training moments before y/n asked him–what felt like bombarding to him–to help her with some things. All he wanted to do was sit on the couch and drink a beer or two while he sulked over the several mistakes he made in front of his coworkers. By the end of the day, Hangman’s nerves were shot and his temper was short. Every little inconvenience from the hanger to his front door wore away his patience.

The last thing he wanted to be doing was arguing with his girlfriend. God, he loved her so much. As far as Jake was concerned, y/n hung the stars. He felt so damn lucky, especially once they found a fixer-upper home and officially moved in together. But alas, there he stood 10 minutes into a petty argument they had devolved into a yelling match.

“You can’t possibly imagine the amount of stress I’m under! My job actually matters!” Jake yelled in frustration. It wasn’t until he registered the hurt look that flashed across y/n’s face that he realized he messed up. y/n quickly schooled her features and stared straight at her boyfriend with a vacant look. Her gaze was sobering–she didn’t seem angry or upset or anything at all. In that moment, y/n’s poker face rivaled that of the highest-ranking naval officers Hangman had met throughout his career.

What worried Jake was that he wasn’t sure it was a poker face. He didn’t think y/n was faking composure. He realized that she shut down and he had no hopes of getting through to her. He had a thick skull though, so it didn’t stop him from trying.

“Baby, I didn’t mean that. You know I didn’t mean that,” Jake pleaded, moving towards y/n. The couple had ended up on opposite sides of the living room during their argument, but it now seemed the closer Jake got to y/n, the greater the distance between them grew.

y/n didn’t dignify his pathetic excuse for an apology with an answer. Instead, the deadly intensity smoldering in her eyes grew stronger as she addressed him.

“I’m going to go stay at a friend’s place. You can focus on your career and think about your priorities while I’m gone,” y/n finished with an even tone. Not much left the aviator speechless, but that sure as hell did. y/n brushed past him as she made her way towards their bedroom to pack an overnight bag while Hangman stood in the center of the room, frozen in place. The silence that settled in their home after so much intense shouting was heavy and harsh. Jake dragged his hand down his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. He fucked up, without a shadow of a doubt. The worst part was knowing his attempts to make it right that night would be pointless. There was no use in trying to get through to y/n once she’d shut down.

Jake’s thoughts were interrupted by the rough zipping of y/n’s duffle bag. Maybe if he closed his eyes tight enough or pinched himself he would realize he was just having a bad dream. The distinctive thud of y/n’s combat boots as she made her way down the hall and towards the front door with her overnight bag in hand let him know that he wasn’t dreaming. Instead, he got the luxury of realizing he was living one of his worst fears: y/n leaving him, even if just for one night.

y/n stopped just before opening the front door to turn back and face her boyfriend, who hadn’t moved a single inch since she first left the living room. His guilt and pain-ridden expression made y/n’s heart constrict painfully, but not nearly enough to make her rethink her course of action.

“Bye, Jake,” y/n said flatly, eyes downcast. Just as quickly as Hangman could utter a “bye, baby” in response, y/n was gone. She rarely used his first name and never said goodbye to Jake without tacking on a tender I love you. The brutal realization was accompanied by a thick swallow and Hangman’s jaw clenching.

Eventually, Hangman moved from the position he was stuck in for what felt like an hour. Naturally, his first stop was the liquor cabinet. He promptly decided to entirely forego the beers he’d been salivating over earlier and went straight for the strongest whiskey he had on hand. Settling into the couch didn’t bring Jake any comfort at all, nothing like the relief he felt when y/n was cuddled into his side or rested her head on his lap.

The bitter sting of his second swig of whiskey didn’t hurt nearly as much as the night’s events replaying in his mind like a horror film reel. By Hangman’s fourth swig, the living room was shrouded in darkness and an even heavier silence. With a heavy sigh, the pilot placed the bottle of whiskey down and leaned his head back against the couch cushions.

He made his bed, now it was time to lay in it.

a/n: wasn't that an emotional catastrophe?! :D anyways please lmk what you think, have a good day babes <3

if you'd like to put salt in your wounds, listen to "kiss tomorrow goodbye" (less for the lyrics, more for the vibes) & "whiskey glasses"

[ofstoriesandstardust]

just a dream (bradley “rooster” bradshaw”)

a/n: this was an ACCIDENT

inspired by carrie underwood’s “just a dream”

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: heavy angst, no happy ending, major character death, i have very little knowledge of how anything military works, everyone grieves differently so it’s less on the coping with his death and more on the aftermath, maverick does his best, i don’t love how it ends

word count: 3,201

No matter how much you wished for it to be just a dream, this was a painful nightmare you’d never wake up from. The day would forever live stark in your memory, no matter how much you desperately wished and willed it away. You remember how your stomach sank getting the call from the Admiral, asking you to come to base. You knew Rooster had been out on a dangerous mission, and if the Admiral was calling you... it couldn’t be good. Your hands shook as you opened the door to the Admiral’s office. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw Maverick standing next to the Admiral’s desk. You paused next to the desk, eyes nervously flitting between Maverick and the Admiral. You took in Maverick’s posture and facial expression, heart beating against your ribcage. He looked solemn and his shoulders were slumped, defeated. The Admiral gestured to the chairs in front of his desk. “Please.” He said softly and you numbly lowered yourself into the chair. You were so sure about what was going to come next and yet a dangerous piece you hoped, prayed, they’d just tell you Bradley had been injured, was in laying a hospital somewhere on the base- “Mrs. Bradshaw, it’s with a heavy heart that I offer my condolences-” The sound began to drown out as you felt your entire life fall apart in front of you.

-

You hadn’t even been married a year. You’d been dating Bradley for six, seven years maybe, but the two of you never felt a rush to get married and settle down. Between your career and his often long deployments, the two of you were content with that. But after the near-suicide mission that had nearly taken him and Maverick’s life, he’d been adamant that he didn’t want to spend another day without you as his wife. So, you guys got married. The ceremony had been small, no grand affair, but it had been the two of you and that was all that had mattered. The words from his vows were seared into your brain.

“Because of my career, I have no idea what my future holds or how much time I have left. But I know that every day I have left will be spent falling in love with you over and over again. If, God forbid, we don’t get the time we deserve, knowing that I left this world with you loving me doesn’t make it so scary. And I promise to spend whatever amount of time I have left waking up everyday, choosing to love you.”

-

“-Lieutenant Bradshaw was unfortunately killed on today’s mission. The mission was a success and his team mates were able to return safely because of his sacrifice. We were able to initiate search-and-rescue but unfortunately by the time we arrived, Lieutenant Bradshaw was already gone. However, we were able to retrieve his body. Mrs. Bradshaw, I’m a deeply sorry for your loss. Lieutenant Bradshaw was an incredible pilot, and an even better person, and I know he will be dearly missed.” You didn’t say anything in response. You were looking at the Admiral, but you were looking past him, not really seeing. Your ears were ringing and you didn’t hear anything Maverick said as he gently sat down next to you. As the ringing subsided, as the initial shock of the news wore off, your body felt heavy and numb and cold all at once. You had just been told that your husband was dead. What- what were you supposed to do now? There would be a funeral obviously, but how were you supposed to pick up and keep going as if you didn’t just lose the single most important person in your life? As if hearing your thoughts, Maverick gently put his hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey, don’t worry about that right now. Let’s worry about you, okay?” Maverick said in a gentle tone. Your eyes snapped up to his. Maverick had been on this mission with them. He’d promised to keep him safe. 

“You promised.” Maverick flinched at your words, pulling his hand back as if he had been burned. “You promised, Maverick. You promised me you’d keep him safe, that you’d bring him home.” Maverick slowly stood but you rose with him. The Admiral also stood, putting his hand out. 

“Mrs. Bradshaw, no life can be promised in this line of work. Lieutenant Bradshaw knew the risk.” The Admiral continued, but you didn’t hear him, your ears ringing again, but this time with rage. 

“You swore you would do whatever it took. That you’d make sure he came home to me alive, not in a body bag.” Maverick was stone-faced, taking your words. But the snake of rage had been let loose and it slid it’s way up your throat, spewing out. You got dangerously close to the Captain. “It’s your fault he’s dead. You failed, just like you failed his dad. You’re the reason Goose is dead, and you’re the reason his son is dead now too. You’re the Bradshaw killer.” As you had been talking, your grief had spilled out with it, and the tears were burning your eyes. Your hands flapped wildly as you made your point. As the word killer crossed your lips, Maverick grabbed your wrists, pulling them together, effectively cutting off your tirade. He looked at you with tired eyes, but no anger was held in his face. 

“Y/N.” He said gently. You pulled away from him, shoving him away from your body. Maverick took a few steps back, letting you move away from him. Your face felt hot and your throat was constricting and your chest hurt- you had to get out of this room. Out of this office and as far away from this base full of haunted memories as you could get. You walked out of the office, pushing your way into the hallway. His team stood nearby and at the sound of the door opening, they turned to you. Phoenix made to move towards you but you walked in the opposite direction. You couldn’t face them right now, would never recover if you called them killers too. 

-

The sounds of the ocean was calming to you and as you had sat at the edge of the surf, the feeling of the tide nip at your ankles had been more grounding than you ever anticipated. As the initial shock, as the initial grief, began to wear, the anger you felt had subsided. You were still angry, but angry at who or what, you weren’t sure. Your heart hurt with the grief and your soul felt heavy knowing you wouldn’t be able to wake up from this. Somewhere in the back of your head, you knew you owed Maverick an apology for what you had said. You hadn’t meant it, knew he saw Rooster’s death as the death of his own son, but he’d been the unfortunate one to be in your path when the rage kicked in. The sea breeze ran through your shirt and your hair as you watch the sun set on the horizon. You weren’t certain how long you’d been at the beach, but you didn’t care. Time didn’t matter if you had no more with him. You heard a body place itself next to you but you didn’t look to see who had joined you. You knew rationally that the only person it would be was Maverick, but you hoped that maybe if you just didn’t look, it would be Bradley’s voice that spoke to you. You closed your eyes. You had to stop hoping. 

You tried to find the words, find your voice, knowing Maverick was waiting for when you were ready. “Mav, I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I didn’t mean it. You were just there and I- I- no one told me what you do when you lose your best friend like this- and I just-” A shudder overtook your body as you broke down into sobs. Your body heaved and Maverick pulled you into a hug. He sat there, holding you, as you broke down. As the sobs subsided eventually once again, you rubbed your eyes. 

“I know you didn’t mean it. I also made a promise I knew I couldn’t keep and I’m sorry.” Maverick said gently. A silence settled in between the two of you as darkness overtook the sky. The same sky just a day earlier Bradley had been flying in.

“We got married on this beach, remember?” You turned to Maverick and he looked at you. “I wanted a small beach ceremony and he just wanted whatever I wanted, ‘so long as it was me walking down the aisle’.” You quoted, laughing slightly in spite of yourself. 

Maverick did remember. Bradley had asked him to officiate the wedding and although he’d never admit it to anyone outside of the wedding party, he’dcried when you walked down the aisle. And again giving his vows. “We picked this beach because it was the one I had grown up going to.” You sniffed, tears threatening to overwhelm you again. “God, Mav it hadn’t even been a year. And now instead of celebrating wedding anniversaries, I’ll be celebrating a death anniversary.” Maverick sat in silence. He didn’t know what to tell you or how to make it better. He couldn’t bring Bradley back no matter how much he wished he could. “You know, all day, I’ve been sitting here, closing my eyes and hoping that when I open them again, I’ll wake up to Bradley just telling me it was a dream. That he’s not leaving me, that’s he’s not gone, he’s here, and we’re gonna grow old together.” You took a shaky breath, tears threatening to overflow again. “But it’s not. It’s not a dream. This is the reality I’m going to have to live in and wake up in every morning. Every morning I have to wake up knowing that Bradley is gone and I’m still here, and there’s nothing I can do to bring him back.” You broke down again and all Maverick could think to do was wrap you into a hug and try to hold the pieces of you together. There wasn't anything else he could do. Bradley would want him to make sure you were okay, were going to be okay, weren’t going to make a stupid decision, no matter how much he was grieving himself. And he wouldn’t ever say this, but you were right. He had failed Goose, and he had failed Bradley, and he wouldn’t let himself fail you too. 

-

It had been a week exactly since your blow-up on Maverick and breakdown at the beach. It was the night before the funeral and you had to give it the military for how fast they worked. They’d taken care of everything, giving him a proper military send-off, and any decisions that had to be made Maverick had made for you. It wasn’t like you were in any state to be picking what flowers your husband’s funeral would have and quite frankly you didn’t really care. Phoenix had invited you to get a round with the team, which is how you found yourself at the off-base bar the team sometimes hung out on, when being at Penny’s and around all the military folk became just a little too much. You had loved these nights, seeing the team let loose and drop away some of the military regulations they still held up at Penny’s. Now there was just a sour taste in your mouth as you knew why they were there. The bell jingled, and the team looked over from where they were gathered around the pool table, nobody really playing. Phoenix had been up first, rushing towards you. She wrapped you in a tight hug, and you returned the hug even tighter. Her and Rooster had been friends since their early days of TOPGUN, so you had known her from the very beginning of your relationship. She was just as much a friend to you as she was him. You knew she was grieving him just as much as you were. The two of you stayed wrapped in that hug for God knows how long, it keeping you from floating off, thinking about how tomorrow would make it all real. Final. “I’m glad you came. I’ve been worried about you.” She whispered in your ear. You felt the all too familiar lump forming in your throat again. 

“Natasha, it was like my world just crumbled.” You whimpered, feeling your knees buckle. This was all too much. You weren’t sure you could do it. Her grip on your remained strong, unwavering. You felt the boys eyes on you and you pulled away, wiping at your eyes in attempt to push back the tears. “I had a question for you, actually.” She nodded, taking your hands in her own. 

“Whatever you need.” She whispered. 

“I- uh, I want you to be up there with me tomorrow. Me and Maverick. During the reception. You were family to him too and I can’t do it on my own.” She nodded, squeezing your hands. 

“Of course.” You squeezed her hands back, smiling softly at her. The two of you finally made to move back to the group when Bob barreled into you, giving you the tightest hug you’ve ever had. You were caught off guard, but quickly recovered, returning the hug. You’d known most of the team since very early on, but that wasn’t the case for Bob. You had only known the boy for about the same time you’d been married, but you quickly understood that he was one of the kindest souls you’d ever meet in your lifetime. He pulled away, clearing his throat. 

“I’m sorry about Rooster. I- words don’t do it justice. If I can do anything-” The boy rushed out and you smiled at him, squeezing his hands, not unlike how you did with Natasha. 

“Bob, it’s okay.” He nodded, smiling at you. 

“Wanna get drunk?” Hangman called and you saw Natasha flip him off from the corner of your eye. 

“Why is that your solution to everything?” She demanded. He shrugged. 

“Hey (Y/N), we heard you yelled at Maverick the other day.” Payback called, leaning up against his pool stick. You cringed. 

“That wasn’t my finest moment.” 

Hangman shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about it, it’s not like Rooster didn’t yell at him.” It was Hangman’s usage of “didn’t” instead of “hasn’t” that cut on your soul, even though you tried not to outwardly show it. The use of past tense. Bradley would never do anything ever again. You shrugged. 

“Still probably shouldn’t have called him a killer. That wasn’t cool.” The team looked at you. “But he was just the unfortunate one to be in my path when I got the news. Not his fault.” Natasha put a hand on your shoulder, looking at you with pity and sympathy in her eyes. You really wished everyone would stop looking at you like that. 

“Grief’s weird.” Bob offered after a beat of silence and you gave a watery laugh in spite of yourself.

“Grief is weird.”

-

The next day was a haze. It felt like walking through water all day. You didn’t hear much of what anybody said to you, not feeling anything.  You were supposed to give a speech, honoring his life and legacy, but you couldn’t get words out. Your throat closed up and Natasha had taken over, giving world’s of a better speech than you could’ve. She was elegant, and articulate, and encapsulated every part of Bradley that you had fallen in love with. She touched on how she had never seen two souls love each other so wholesomely as you and Bradley had and you felt like you were going to collapse as she spoke. Payback and Fanboy had held tight to you, not letting you fall. Hangman had put the hand on the small of your back, supporting you from his place behind you. When Maverick went up to his coffin, had placed the winged pin on top, you nearly threw up. It was all becoming too much. 

Your soul seemed to go with Bradley’s as they lowered his casket and as they fired the shots honoring his life, what little of your heart you had left went with them. It was a sound in a setting you never wanted to hear, not for him. You were placed in the middle of Natasha and Maverick as people gave you their condolences, offered hugs and sympathy, and offers to do whatever you needed while you grieved. You offered very little in return but Maverick and Natasha covered it well for you. The military photo they had chosen for Bradley captured all his handsome features, but missed the charisma and charm that had brought him to life. You couldn’t look at the photo for very long before the tears would rise again, so you often found yourself looking at the ceiling to blink them away. Maverick wordlessly placed his hand on your back every time. You blinked as you recognized Hangman’s figure in front of you. “Did they tell you what his last words were?” He asked, solemn. You shook your head. 

“Jake.” Maverick warned from next to you. 

“No, no, I want to know.” You said. It was one of the first times you’d spoken all day and both Natasha and Maverick looked at you. 

“He told us to tell you that he loves you.”

You don’t remember most of the rest of the funeral after that, other than the fact that Maverick never left your side. At then end, you found yourself outside the venue, alone with Maverick. God, your heart hurt. Maverick looked at you, patient. “What now?” You asked, finally finding your voice. Why was talking so difficult? Maverick took a deep breath.

“You keep going.” You laughed dryly. 

“Why should I, if he’s not here?” 

“He’d want you to.” Maverick said firmly. 

“I don’t want to, not without him.” You argued. You knew you sounded childish but you had little care for how you sounded. 

“(Y/N).” Maverick said, firmly again, concern now filtering into his voice. 

“Maverick, my best friend, my husband, my soulmate is dead. How am I supposed to go through the rest of my life without him?” You broke down. “I want this to be a dream so bad, I want to wake up from this nightmare, and I can’t.” Maverick pulled you into a hug. 

“I know. I know.” He whispered. After crying yourself out, Maverick spoke again.“We’ll figure it out together. You, me, Natasha, Jake, we’ll all learn. We will grow around the grief, with time, and that is exactly what he’d want us to do. Want you to do. He’d want you to be happy, not give up because he’s not here.” You nodded against the man’s chest. For not having any kids of his own, he really knew how to offer the fatherly advice and support everyone, you, needed. “And he might not be here with you, but he’s here.” Maverick whispered. “I promise.” 

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Bradshaw - Bradley Bradshaw

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Characters: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 650

Author: Hannah

When Bradley first told you about the mission, you had been excited for him. He was one of the best of the best, and he has been chosen for this brilliant opportunity – but when it came down to it, the reality that he was leaving and you didn’t know how for long, you were worried.

As soon as he had told you about Maverick being there, you had wanted to go straight over to Top Gun and see him but unfortunately you still had a job, one that you needed to keep.

After a lot of called in favours, you’d managed to get a week off and you were heading straight to Top Gun with not a word to Bradley.

Once you arrived, the word around was that there was a lot of attractive Navy men on the beach so that’s where you headed.

Safe to say you were not disappointed.

As you walked onto the beach you watched them all playing football, cheering each other on, and seeing Bradley so happy and carefree made your heart swell.

You wolf-whistled when Bradley made a touchdown, which made everyone’s heads snap to you.

“Looking good Bradshaw!” you yelled over to him as you wandered closer.

The people surrounding Bradley looked on in confusion as he ran over to you, picking you up and spinning you around. “Not as good as you do Bradshaw.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “I’m not a Bradshaw yet,” you reminded him as he put you down.

“You’re as good as,” he slung his arm around your shoulder as he spoke, gently guiding you over to the gathered crowd of his crew mates.

You hadn’t considered how daunting it would be to meet Bradley’s team, and with their faces all staring at you it definitely felt daunting.

“This is Y/N, my girlfriend,” he introduced you to everyone, and then one by one he told you who everyone standing there was.

At the end of it you weren’t sure you had all their names, but they all seemed kind enough. “It’s nice to meet you all,” you smiled as you spoke. “I apologise for turning up out of the blue.”

They all shook their heads, scarily in unison, as Bradley kept you close to his side.

After a few minutes of chatting, Maverick told them all to take a break and find some food, so everyone wandered off leaving you and Bradley stood with Maverick.

“So, this is the infamous Y/N?” Maverick asked Bradley, a small smile on his face.

Bradley laughed but nodded, and you could tell from that that Bradley was beginning to let go of his resentment for Maverick.

“It’s nice to officially meet you Y/N,” Maverick held his hand out to you, which you shook. “I’m Pete.”

Maverick quickly excused himself to find some food after introducing himself, leaving you and Bradley on your own.

The two of you walked to the shore and sat down on the sand. “What made you come here?”

You sighed, turning to Bradley. “When you told me Mav was here, I wanted to be there for you,” you told him honestly. “I know you hold a big grudge against him, and I don’t blame you for it, but I didn’t want you to go through it on your own.”

Bradley pulled you into his side. “Thank you baby,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Mav and I have had a chance to chat, we’ve cleared the air for now.”

You nodded but didn’t say anything, you just stared out to the horizon.

“One of the first things I told him about was you,” he stated. “He remembered seeing you at my graduation, but he never came over.”

“I’m glad he’s here with you Bradley,” he seemed confused at your statement. “It means someone will be looking out for you, and you need that here.”

[make-me-imagine]

Secret Santa: Bob's Ending

12 Days of Christmas: Day 11

'Secret Santa: Part One'

Plot: The day of the festival has arrived and you are filled with anxiety and hope as to who might be waiting for you.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Gn!Reader

Words: 1.5k

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You woke up early the next morning, too nervous to sleep any longer. You had woken many times during the night, glancing a he clock, o see you had only slept for less than an hour a a time.

Glancing over at your window, you sighed. The sun had barely risen, and the festival wasn't for hours.

Deciding to go on a run, you jogged around the base for a couple hours. By the time you had finished, the others were just waking, sleep being wiped from their eyes as the came from the barracks to shower or find something to eat.

"You're up early." You heard a soft voice from behind you.

Turning, you saw Bob smiling softly at you as he fixed a button on his uniform. You smiled at him, feeling familiar butterflies rush through your stomach.

"Yeah. Couldn't sleep."

You saw a concerned frown cross his face "Anything wrong?"

Should you tell him? He was the one you wanted it to be all along, maybe if you told him now he'd give in, admit it. Or, it would be obvious it wasn't him and your heart would be hurt. Then you'd have to face whoever it was at the festival with that knowledge.

"Y/n?" He asked, as he took a step forward.

You realized you had gotten lost in your thoughts for too long. You smiled and shook your head.

"Sorry, just in a bit of a fog, I think I need a shower. I'm alright Bob. Good luck with your test flight."

He nodded his head and smiled as you turned to leave. But you saw the presence of worry still there. He always worried, for everyone. He was kind, and sweet, and you loved that about him. The more you thought about it, the more devastating you knew you'd be if he wasn't the one.

Bob watched as you made your way towards the locker room. Were you losing sleep because of what he had done with the presents? The confession?

He felt guilty at the thought, but hoped you would be alright with it in the end. Though his own fears of you being disappointed it was him, left him with his own anxious thoughts and restless nights.

Taking in a deep breath as the hot water rained over you, you tried to focus on your training for the day, you couldn't allow this to mess with your head, not now.

You had been able to focus on your training long enough to do well, but it was obvious you weren't completely focused. Maverick confronted you, but he could see the exhaustion in your eyes. You admitted you hadn't slept, and you knew he took pity on you. His words were stern, but not harsh.

After the training, you had a few hours until the festival. And though you weren't certain you'd be able too, you lied down to sleep. A short nap, anything that might steady you.

You were glad when you woke up two hours later, alarm blaring. Though the worry of who you might find waiting for you at the festival was heavy on your mind, you were too exhausted for it too keep you awake for long.

Rising from your bed, you looked over at the flowers on your table. Taking in a deep breath you rose to get ready. It was time.

The whole ride to the festival, your fingers were either wrapped tight around the steering wheel, or beating rhythmically in anxiety. As the lights and music of the festival came into view you felt as though you were forgetting to breath.

You had decided, that no matter who was waiting for you here, even if it wasn't Bob, you'd give them a chance. They deserved it, right?

Your body seemed to move without any regard to your nerves or thoughts. You made your way into the festival, into the crowds and you looked around. And for the first time you realized, you'd have to find them. There were hundreds of people here, where could they be? Were they even here yet?

Uncertain, you looked around, hoping they would be waiting for you at the entrance. But seeing no familiar face, you sighed.

Maybe they are waiting somewhere they would want to be?

You thought about Bob, and though you knew not to hope too much on it being him, you headed towards the ice skating rink.

You and Bob had once talked about how he would go ice skating with his cousins, and though he wasn't very good at it, he loved to watch the people skating. It was like dancing, but more elegant.

He had invited you to go with him once, but you never had the opportunity.

Approaching the ice rink, you leaned on the surrounding fencing. Your eyes scanned the crowds around you, and slowly your hope began to diminish. Until, your eyes landed on a familiar man across the rink.

Your breath caught in you throat as his eyes locked onto yours.

Bob straightend up, his eyes still on yours. He smiled softly and waved, you did the same.

Seeing him move to walk around the rink, you stepped back. Should you meet him half way?

What if he was just here for himself? What if he'd get to you and genuinely wonder why you were here. Fate isn't that cruel is it?

Your feet began moving without you really realizing. Your eyes kept catching on him through the crowds, his eyes seemed to stay on you as well.

Twenty feet apart.

Ten feet apart.

Five.

One

"Hey" he said in his familiar soft voice.

"Hi" You managed to squeak out.

"I hope it didn't take you long to find me." He said with a hint of nervouness in his tone.

You felt a wave of relief and genuine excitement wash over you. You let out a breath "So it really was you?"

He shrugged his head softly as he nodded "Yeah, I hope that's okay, and that you weren't expecting-'"

"I didn't know who to expect." You cut him off with a smile "But I was hoping it was you."

You saw surprise cross his eyes as he held back a smile "You were?"

You could hear the relief in his own voice, and it made you grin. You nodded.

"Yeah. I really was."

Smiling at each other with nervous tension between you, Bob finally cleared his throat as he looked around "Want to get a hot chocolate? I hear they're the best around."

You smiled and nodded with excitement. You had told him about the hot chocolate when you boasted to the squad about the festival.

As you walked, your shoulders brushed lightly together.

"Thank you for the flowers Bob, I love them."

Bob smiled, obvious bashfulness in his face "You're welcome. They weren't too bold were they? I couldn't find something that really expressed how I felt-"

As he started to ramble, you grinned at him, nodding "I loved them. They were perfect. And I appreciate that you looked into the symbolism."

"Well honestly, the idea of it interested me when you first told me about the fact that each flower has it's own meaning. I thought....well, I thought it might be a good idea, a good way to tell you how I felt. But...then the mission ended, and we didn't see each other for a while."

You stopped, and he stopped as well "You've...felt like this since the first mission?"

He nodded and adjusted his glasses "Yeah. And when we saw each other a couple months ago, but we both got moved on so fast, I didn't get a chance to, well, tell you."

"To tell me..." You pushed lightly, you wanted to hear it, from his own mouth.

You saw a nervous wave wash over him as he adjusted his stance "Well, to tell you that, ever since we first met, I have not been able to keep you of my mind. You are exciting, and wonderful, brave, beautiful inside and out. And I know, that if we were...together, we would be perfect."

You felt heat rise up your neck as he spoke. Perfect words you had wanted to hear for what felt like forever.

You smiled, and you saw some relief pass over his face.

"I think we would be perfect too." You said softly.

His smile tuned into a grin "So, can we be? Together, I mean."

You smiled as you looped you arm through his suddenly "We are together Bob."

Bob's smile faltered for a second with surprise before it came back wider than before.

"Good, great." He stumbled out as he looked down at your looped arms. "Let's get that hot chocolate then."

"Let's." You smiled as you began walking towards the stalls together.

"Oh, um, I took the initiative and booked us for the ice skating rink in about an hour. Since we didn't get to go last year."

You grinned up at him, excitement filling you, and you saw a smile of relief pass over his face. You gently tightened your arms around his as you continued to walk. An unfamiliar giddiness washed over you as you realized just how perfect it all worked out.

xx End xx

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The Third Day of Christmas ~ Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Prompt: Visiting a tree farm to pick the perfect tree

Pairing: Jake Seresin x reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 862

A/N: This went in a direction that I had not expected, but I really like how it turned out.

The sound of your car door slamming echoed in your ears as Jake stepped over to you, slinging his arm around your shoulder. He pulled you in close as the two of you walked over to the entrance of the local tree farm. There was a big sign next to the table where you paid to get in. Jake squeezed your shoulder, “Look at that, sweetheart. You can cut your own tree.” He smirked over at you, and you snorted a laugh.

“You’re gonna cut down a tree yourself?”

Jake looked offended as he shook his head, “You think I can’t?”

You smiled sweetly at him, “I never said that. I just figured you wouldn’t want to mess yourself up, pretty boy.” You gestured to his hair and clothes, and he scoffed loudly. He opened his mouth to retaliate, but you pulled away from him quickly and skipped over to the table, handing over some money to the teenager sitting behind the table. She gave you a white and green ticket in return and told you to enjoy your day. Jake had caught up to you and pulled you into his side once again, following your lead down the rows of trees. They seemed to go on for miles and you had a good feeling, just knowing that you’d find exactly what you were looking for here.

The two of you had been searching for over an hour and that good feeling was fading fast. You were starting to feel a little discouraged and a little bit worried that you weren’t going to find a tree at all. Jake had continued to point out beautiful trees, but none of them were perfect. You wanted this year’s tree to be perfect. You needed it to be perfect. “What about this one?” You were broken from your thoughts by Jake, who was standing next to a nice seven-foot tree. Stepping over to him, you circled the tree, analyzing every needle and gently prodding every branch. Jake waited quietly while you examined the tree, hoping that it would be the one. You shook your head and his shoulders sagged just slightly.

Pointing to a section near the top of the tree, you looked to your partner, “There’s a hole.” Jake followed your finger, but he couldn’t see what you were talking about. It looked fine to him, just as the ten other trees before this one looked fine.

He sighed, “Sweetheart… these trees have all been fine.” As you turned to him, he placed his hands on his hips, looking up to the sky as he tried to gather his thoughts. And you couldn’t blame him because he was right; the trees had been fine. But…

Shaking your head again, you turned away from him, “Fine is not good enough. Our tree needs to be perfect.” You turned to him again, a small frown on your face and your eyebrows furrowed.

Jake stepped closer to you, his hands resting gently on your shoulders, “Why?”

You refused to meet his eyes as you swallowed, “This is our first Christmas together.” You didn’t say anything else, and you still looked at the ground. Jake’s eyebrows shot up and he resisted the urge to scratch his head.

He tried and failed to catch your eye, “What do you mean? We’ve been together or two years.” You finally looked up at him, stopping him from saying anything else. He stared at you as you shook your head once again.

“Yes, but we each went to our own families places that first year and last year you were overseas.” His gaze softened as you rubbed your arm, “This is the first Christmas we will be spending together in the same place, and I want every part of it to be perfect.” Your gaze drifted to the ground again, your feet shuffling in the dirt. Then Jake’s lips were on yours and your hands were moving to rest on his cheeks. Stepping closer, he deepened the kiss, his own hands moving to rest on your neck.

He pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours, “It’s already perfect.” Your lips split into a smile, and you closed your eyes for a brief moment. Warmth radiated between the two of you and you moved closer, savoring the feeling of him being so near. The chatter of other families picking out their trees drifted over to you, and you opened your eyes again. Jake was still staring directly at you, his grin getting bigger by the second, “Okay?”

You nodded, your fingertips running gently over his cheeks, “Okay. Let’s get this one.” You nodded to the tree next to you and Jake’s grin got bigger if that was even possible. He pulled away from you quickly, shocking you slightly as the cold air hit your face again.

Jake clapped his hands together, “Let’s get chopping.” He turned side to side, searching for an axe probably. You barked out a laugh as you shook your head, watching him find what he needed and make his way over to the tree. That warmth was back, and you couldn’t wait to get your perfect Christmas tree home.

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SCARS | JAKE SERESIN

pairing: dad!jake x fem!oc x teenage!son

warnings: angst, self harm, scars, talk of depression, this chapter reads extremely heavy and can be very triggering to some, please read with caution. established relationship. lower-case intended. i read through this a few times so there shouldn't be any typos, but if there is, i'll go through in a few days and fix them, i can't read this anymore at the moment, lowkey triggering myself lol.

suggestion: would recommend listening to the song home ll by dotan, as that’s what i listened to when i wrote this. really beautiful song.

word count: 2.5k

summary: noticing teddy acting a little weird, you ask jake to talk to him. it's worse then you and jake ever thought.

"hey bud, wanna go to 7-eleven with me?" jake asks his second oldest, leaning against the doorframe of his room.

the boy looks up from his chair, glancing to the clock that read 1:14 am before looking back to jake. "this late?"

jake smiles. "it's saturday, why not? like old times?"

theodore remains silent for a few moments, contemplating. "sure, i guess."

he slips on a random hoodie before meeting his dad at the front door.

"ready to go?" jake asks.

the young boy nods, stepping outside into the crisp night air.

the drive to 7-eleven is quick, considering it's right down the road.

the two step out of the truck, and enter the brightly lit convenience store, theodore headed to the slurpee machine, jake to the decaf coffee.

theodore gets his usual flavors, blue raspberry and cherry, and him and jake meet up at the counter.

jake pays, thanking the cashier, and they leave.

"hey, come sit with me for a sec." jake sits down on the curb, patting the space next to him.

theodore sits next to his dad on the curb.

the two sit in silence for a few minutes.

"you okay, buddy? you seem a lil' down recently." jake breaks the silence, speaking softly.

theodore shrugs. "school i guess."

jake frowns. "school?"

"ya know, the SAT, college apps, that stuff. stress."

"okay." jake nods at his sons words. "any way i can help?"

"grandpa has been saying i should apply to USNA, like cooper."

jake is taken aback. he wasn't even aware that theodore and his father were talking. "i didn't know you two were talking."

theodore shrugs. "he's been calling me a few times. keeps asking how my application is going."

jake's jaw clenches. of course, the few times his father would reach out to his grandson, would be to pressure him into joining the naval academy.

"ignore whatever he is telling you, teddy." jake says, a bitter taste in his mouth.

"would you be mad at me, if i didn't join the navy?"

jake shakes his head. "of course not, son, you know that. all i want is for you to be happy, i'll support whatever you decide."

theodore sets his slurpee down next to him. "i'm not happy."

jake frowns. "what's goin on, buddy? you can talk to me, i promise i won't judge."

lifting up his arms, he rolls his sleeves up, revealing uneven scars, band-aids covering his left wrist.

"i think something's wrong with me, dad."

jake looks away from the teenage boy next to him.

tears form in his eyes.

he takes a minute to compose himself, inhaling deep breaths, before finally turning back to his son. grabbing his hand, his calloused fingers trace over the old scars. "how long have you been doing this, teddy?"

jakes voice is low, unsteady.

theodore shrugs. "i don't know, little more than a year, i guess."

jakes eyes widen. he drops theodore's hand, before quickly standing up. "i need a minute, buddy. don't go anywhere."

jake goes back into the 7-eleven, and heads straight for the bathroom.

once inside, he falls against the back of the door, heavy sobs escaping his chest.

jake was a strong man, being his fathers son, he had to be. it took a hell of a lot to make him emotional, growing up in a household where crying is weak will do that to you, but here he was, sobbing on the bathroom floor of a 7-eleven.

becoming a father had been the best thing that ever happened to him,and an opportunity for him to break generational curses and show his children and his father and grandfather, that you could be tough and deal with your emotions in a healthy manner.

jake was taught to push those feelings deep down, and never let them out in the open, never let anyone else see them. it was in this moment, he hoped and prayed to god that theodore wasn't taking after him.

theodore had been in pain for over a year. suffering for over a year. unhappy for god knows how long.

his beautiful boy had been harming himself for over a year, and he didn't even notice.

jake felt like the worst parent in the world.

how could he not have noticed?

he tries to think back to all of the family gatherings and the birthday parties. everyone always commenting on how well mannered and mature theodore was. the nights where you guys would get home, and theodore would close himself up in his room. the weekends, where jake only saw him at dinner. the way theodore always wore long sleeves, even in the summertime.

jake had missed the signs.

growing up, theodore was always a quiet boy, very different from his siblings. his siblings were sparkplugs, reckless and always getting into trouble.

jake had liked to believe that theodore had taken after you, but after remembering the stories your mom tells of you being a raining hellfire, he wonders how truly long his boy has been feeling unhappy. was it just this past year, or was it subconsciously his whole life?

jake didn't know if he wanted the answer to that last question.

it takes a few minutes, but he finally calms himself down enough to be able to leave the bathroom.

stepping outside, he sees theodore sat in the same spot.

he frowns.

jake doesn't know what to say, or what to do. none of the parenting books covered this.

all he can do is stand and look at the broken boy in front of him.

he thinks back to when theodore was younger, about six or seven, when he and jake would go to 7-eleven every saturday at an ungodly hour (that hour being nine, 'ungodly' because his bedtime was eight.)

theodore practically running inside the store, insisting that he can dispense his own slurpee because he was a big boy. begging to get a big cup, even though he never finished it.

he was so happy then, getting to spend time with his daddy alone-without his siblings present, doing something they 'weren't supposed to do' all while keeping the promise of: no telling mama.

jake didn't see that little boy standing in front of him, and it made him so incredibly upset that he hadn't realized he was ever missing.

sitting down next to theodore, theodore looks up at him. "were you crying?"

jake nods. "i was."

theodore frowns. "i'm sorry."

jake wraps his arm around his sons shoulder, and pulls him into his side. "don't apologize, kid."

the two sit in silence for more minutes. jake, trying to figure out what to say, and theodore, silent tears rolling down his face.

jake can't put it off any longer. he grabs theodore's left wrist and holds it up between the two of them. "i don't know exactly how you are feeling, but i know that this, this is not the answer, teddy." jake pauses.

theodore remains silent.

"i love you so much, teddy bear." jake calls theodore by a nickname he hadn't used since he was a little boy.

jake had stopped calling him that when theodore became a teenager.

dad, don't call me that anymore, it's embarrassing!

theodore lets out a sob at the use of his childhood nickname, crying into his fathers jacket.

"i-im sorry, i just- i can't, dad-" theodore begins to cough over his words.

jake pulls him closer, one hand on his back, another tousled in his curly hair.

"why can't i just feel normal?"

jake remains silent, trying to formulate what he was going to say, before speaking.

"everybody loves you so much, buddy. you need help studying for your tests? i will find someone to help you. you want to explore college options? your mom and i will drive you to check out every campus in the goddamn united states if you want to. you want to join the navy? great! you don't want to join the navy? that's okay, too." jake says, his hand rubbing theodore's back soothingly.

"i don't know why you're feeling this way, teddy. i wish that there was something i could do, or say, to make it all better. i know you're not happy, and we can get you help, buddy. there's counseling, medication—we have options, teddy. better options than hurting yourself, okay?"

"okay."

jake uses his shirt to wipe the snot from theodore's nose. "i love you, nothing will ever change that."

the two of them sit together in silence, watching the cars drive past the dark road, an honest silence between them.

jake just wants his boy to be okay.

"please don't tell mom about my scars."

jake freezes. jake had completely forgotten about you, the one who had sent him to have this talk with theodore in the first place.

what was he supposed to tell you?

if you asked, he couldn't lie to you.

"promise me you won't tell her, please, dad."

god don't say that. don't make me promise. 

"dad?" theodore looks up at his dad with worry.

jake sighs. "buddy, i—i can't not tell your mom."

theodore frowns. "please don't. please, i don't want her to know."

jake sighs. if theodore didn't want him to tell you, then he wouldn't tell you.

jake reaches down, and brings theodore's wounded wrist up to his lips, placing a soft kiss there.

"i won't tell your mom about this-"he gestures to theodore's scars. "but i need you promise to try your best to not do this again."

theodore remains silent for a moment. "okay."

jake takes a deep breath. "what do you use to make these?"

teddy shrugs. "whatever i can find. knives, desk corners, mainly blades, though."

jake stills. "okay, do you think i could get them from you—when we get home? are they in your room?"

theodore nods. "under my bed."

jake nods. "i want them as soon as we get home."

"okay."

it's only a few minutes later that theodore says he's ready to go.

the car ride back home is quiet, except for the radio playing lowly in the background.

once jake and theodore get home, they quietly make their way through the house. the last thing needed was someone waking up and asking questions.

stopping at the young boy's bedroom, jake's eyes follow theodore, as he slips off his shoes, and bends down to reach under his bed. standing up, he hands you a small box full of about a dozen or so box cutters.

jake frowns at the brown tainting the bandaids theodore is wearing.

"is that all?" jake asks.

"yeah." theodore says quietly.

jake nods. "let me clean your bandages, teddy, i'll meet you in the bathroom."

"wait—what are you gonna do with those."

"i'm throwin' em' out, buddy."

"not in the kitchen garbage, mom or the boys will see."

"i know, teddy. i'll meet you in the bathroom."

jake takes the tattered box full out blades outside and throws it in the neighbors garbage can.

entering the house again, he locks the door before quietly making his way to the bathroom.

shutting the door, he grabs bandages and neosporin from the cabinet above the sink.

"when did you do this?" jake asks.

"few days ago." theodore mumbles.

"did you clean them?"

theodore shakes his head. "i never really do. i usually just slap a bandaid on them."

his words make jake wince. it's a miracle none of theodore's cuts had ever gotten infected.

slowly, jake unwrapped the bandages from his wrist. his heart absolutely breaking at the sight of theodore's freshly wounded wrist.

jake turns the water on, and lets it run until it's lukewarm. with mild soap, he gently cleans theodore's cuts.

drying theodore's wrist with a spare towel, he spreads neosporin over the wounds before applying bandages to the area.

"no more, okay?"

theodore nods. "okay."

jake pulls his son in for another hug. "get to bed, it's late. we'll talk in the morning."

"goodnight, dad." theodore says quietly.

"goodnight, teddy bear."

sighing, jake puts everything back in the cabinet and heads to bed, absolutely exhausted from what was supposed to be a simple, short conversation.

stripping to his boxers, jake tries not to wake you as he climbs into bed.

"jake." you mumble, sensing the dip in weight on your left side.

you had tried your best to be awake for when they got home, but minutes turned to hours, and you accidentally had fallen asleep.

"hey, darlin'" jake says quietly, brushing your curly hair out of your face.

"how did it go?" you asked. jakes eyes were bloodshot, his skin blotchy, you knew it couldn't have gone well but you still had a tiny bit of hope.

"he's not okay, josephine." jake says. "he's been in so much pain."

tears welled in your eyes.

"how could he have been in so much pain without us noticing?"

jake held you against his chest, you crying silently at the thought of your baby boy being as unhappy as jake is describing.

jake tells you everything.

almost everything.

he leaves out what he promised theodore he wouldn't tell you, telling you that it wasn't his place, that in time, teddy would tell you himself.

"remind me tomorrow to call my dad and ask him what the fuck he's thinking."

"i will."

the conversation ended there, and though you had a few more questions, jake looked absolutely exhausted, so you didn't push him on it.

it's been a few hours, jake had since fallen asleep, but you couldn't. you laid there, your husbands heartbeat steady in your ear.

you stared at the clock that rested on the wall across from you, counting down the minutes until it was breakfast time and you had an excuse to wake up theodore.

and when you couldn't wait any longer, the clock read 5:42am. you slowly removed yourself from jakes grasp and made your way to your sons room.

"teddy?" you said quietly.

"mom?" his voice is hoarse, strangled.

you made your way over to his bed. "hi sweetheart."

you brush stray curls out of his face.

"dad told you?" he asks.

you nodded. "only some of it. whatever he promised you he wouldn't tell me, he hasn't."

your beautiful boy frowns. "i'm sorry."

"don't apologize." you tell him. "room for me?"

theodore slides his body over, and you join him in the small bed.

he rests his head on your chest.

"you hated sleeping in your bed by yourself." you tell him, quietly.

"you would beg me for story after story just so i would stay with you until you fell asleep."

"you were such a sweet boy. you still are a sweet boy." you pause, trying to stabilize your breath. "my sweet boy."

"i love you so much, okay?" you tell him.

"okay."

"i mean it, teddy. i don't want you to ever feel like you can't come to me. even if you don't think i will understand, even if i don't understand, i will always be there to listen. so will your dad."

"you promise?"

"i promise, angel."

-

a/n: this is... i don't know. this chapter is loosely based on personal experience, except, my parents weren't as nice as teddy's. i don't know how i feel about this, it did feel good to write, though, cathartic in a way i guess. this fic takes place in a universe that i'm developing where josephine and jake have four boys (you might remember josephine from the fic 'leaving' that i posted a few days ago) obviously, this is set further in the future, and i probably should wait to post this until i post the fics of the boys growing up, but i don't have any of those written and instead i hyper fixated on this, so here it is.

teddy has such a huge piece of my heart, and if any of you are feeling like teddy right now, just know that i've been there, i see you, and it does eventually get better with time.

sidenote: i have no idea what pov i want to write this in, but i guess i don't it to be y/n? i'm reading another jake series, i believe its called my girl? where its centered around an oc, but the story is written with you pronouns, and i liked how that read, so i attempted to do that here, not sure how it worked out or will work out in the future for me. as usual, i'd love to hear your thoughts about this story. this is an extremely heavy topic, and i hope i wrote about it at least decently.

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Marriage

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Rooster wants to marry you

Warnings: None!

Masterlist

The day Rooster met you he briefly wondered what it would be like to marry. To watch you come down the aisle and to tell you his vows. He then realised that it was a strange and creepy thought to be having and pushed it away.

The day Rooster realised he was in love with you he surreptitiously found out your ring size. Just out of interest he tried to convince himself. Failing dismally. But that didn't matter as he wrote it down on his phone.

The day that you told each other that you loved each other was the day Rooster started looking at rings. It was just casually, he lied to himself. Just looking at what was out there. Just out of interest. But when the thoughts got too loud he closed the computer.

The day after you introduced him to your family he bought the ring. And the whole time he knew he was moving too quickly. And he promised himself he would hide in until he knew that you were ready. Because he didn't want to scare off the best thing that had ever happened to him.

On your first anniversary Rooster contemplated proposing to you. Wondering if it was too soon he tentatively and surreptitiously brought the topic up to you. You waved him off telling him that it was too soon. And Rooster respected your comment as the ring was returned to where it had come from.

This carried on for three more years. Until in the lead up to your fourth anniversary you and Rooster seemed to both come to the same conclusion. You were both ready for the next big commitment in your relationship.

So when on your fourth anniversary Rooster got down on one knee you didn't even think before saying yes. You were both ready and wanted this. You knew that it was the right decision.

And here you were, finally making it down the aisle. And Rooster couldn't believe how beautiful you looked. You looked ethereal and he felt honoured that you were willing to spend the rest of your life with him.

When you made it to the end and clasped his hands with yours. Rooster knew that he would spend the rest of his days worshipping the ground that you walked on and thanking you for agreeing to spend the rest of your life with him.

The rest of the ceremony seemed to go by in a blur for Rooster as he was too busy drowning in the depths of your eyes. And he was itching to kiss you. So when he was finally allowed to kiss you he didn't waste a moment. Pulling you into him as he dipped you down and placed a resounding kiss to your lips.