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‘You Came!!’ 

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female aviator reader - callsign: Hawkeye

Summary: Hangman is given a backseater to improve his teamwork skills, he belittled it all including her, thinking that it would be  pointless and ridiculous, learning how to seriously depend and care for someone. But that change the minute she couldn’t eject.

Warnings: mentions of angst, thoughts of dying, mentions of vomiting, mean Jake, a jet accident, panicking, fluff in the end.

Two months had passed when Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin had gotten a backseater, named Y/n Y/l/n; callsign Hawkeye.  Cyclone and Maverick believed that it would do him good, help him learn how to work with others and cooperate during team work. And even though everyone thought that it would help him, it only made him meaner, but towards Hawkeye. He belittled her capability, and talent in flying. He was hard on her when they messed up in training and blamed her half the time. (The other times Rooster would step in and make Jake pay for his responsible actions.) Hawkeye everyday tried to prove herself better, which she would, soon she was one of the best backseaters, (After Bob Floyd). But in Jake’s eyes she wasn’t good enough, he always found something to call her out on. And Hawkeye took his every criticizing word like a pro, never making the same mistake again. Y/n’s competition was Jake, and she always wanted to be like him, the absolute best, and Jake saw that, and refused to let her get there. Through all the mistreatment and unnecessary criticism, it was unknown to all that deep down he really liked her, which is why he pushed her away, he was afraid to engage into something that he felt he wasn’t ready for. Y/n had a beautiful heart and a great, tough personality. After he scold her hard she never cried but squared her shoulders and firmly promised that she’d never do it again. When Jake thought he had pissed her off, Y/n would prove him wrong when she’d show up with his helmet showing him that it was sparkly clean, or with a cold soda can of his favorite beverage after a long day. While Jake tried to make Y/n see that she wasn’t good enough for him, she showed him everyday that she was all he needed, and every time Jake saw and realized it more and more, which scared him and annoyed him.

 On their third month of working together, they both were sent on a risky mission. Rooster and Phoenix with Bob were sent with them too. Things had went absolutely well and they even finished their mission on time with no slip ups, until Jake and Y/n were hit with a bad bird strike on their way home. Loud ringing sounds filled the cockpit along with Hawkeyes cries as they started going down,

  “HANGMAN WE LOST BOTH ENGINES WE’RE GOING DOWN!!”

 Hangman tried to restart the whole system and use the backups, but it only got worse when it went to flames as well. He shouted back to Hawkeye to try and fix it or find a solution when he couldn’t find one,

  “Try from back there and see if we can save it!!-“

  “We can’t it’s going down Hangman!! We lost the backups too!!!”

 Huffing loudly Hangman screamed,

 “THIS IS MY JET HAWKEYE! WE WILL SAVE IT!!-“

 Slamming her fist onto the buttons that flashed red all over she argued,

  “Your jet is screwed over Hangman!! We have to eject!!”

 ‘ALTITUDE! ALTITUDE!!’

Jake looked at his altitude scale and saw how they were dropping fast, beginning to spin out dangerously. Though he was angered with the situation and with Hawkeye, he came to the realization that they had to eject. Tightening on his seatbelt and vest, he shouted to Hawkeye,

  “Alright we have to eject we’re dropping altitude fast!! 

Happy to hear that he finally complied, Hawkeye shouted back with a panicked tone,

 “Great! Let’s do this!!”

 After getting the confirmation he needed, Hangman made his next move as he pressed the button to open the cockpit, and pulled on the strings to fully eject. 

In mere seconds he was sent out of the jet, barely catching Hawkeye’s terrifying screams,

  “HANGMAN WAIT! I CAN’T EJECT!! IT DOESN’T WORK!!!”

  A dart of fear pierced Jake’s heart when his mind registered her words, but before he could say anything, the whole jet exploded in mid air, making him cry out,

  “NOOOO HAWKEYE!!!”

His heart beat loud in his ears and the blood had run cold to his feet, his parachute began to drop altitude, and everywhere he looked, frantically, trying to see if he could find Hawkeye in a parachute anywhere, but he came back negative. His mind hadn’t stopped working as he began to utterly hate himself for not ejecting earlier when she had told him to.

 ‘I killed Hawkeye... this is my fault. I should’ve ejected with much more time left to spare. Instead as always I pushed her to her biggest limit, and this time... she couldn’t surpass it. I just killed Hawkeye... and it’s my fault.’

 All Hangman wanted to do was scream until he couldn’t breathe, or find a way to turn back time so he could of made sure that Hawkeye’s ejection worked. But the cottonmouth he felt kept him from screaming, and the reality of having no time travel machines made Hangman sink into his guilt more and more. Down below was a forest of tall green trees, and miles and miles of thick snow. Hangman was able to gear his parachute onto land that was clear of trees so he wouldn’t crash into them. A rough landing he had, from thinking to much about Hawkeye he didn’t focus on how he landed, hence straining his ankle painfully. With a loud groan of excruciating pain Hangman stood to his feet right away, not wanting to spare another second without searching for Hawkeye, no matter how he found her. He believed he had to be the first to see the consequences of his ignorant actions. Up ahead he saw the smoke from the ground rise and form a black cloud in the sky, the pieces that fell from the exploded jet had taken their landing too. Jake moved as much as he could through the thick snow that went above his ankles. The pain he felt only got worse as he took one step after another, screaming for him to stop, but his mind was determined to ignore it and move on. Jake knew that where the smoke was, that’s where Hawkeye would probably be, in the midst of it all. Probably burned up and long gone, the thought of it only made the anxiety of it claw at him and terrify him more. The whirling sounds of the wind sent chills up his spine, it sounded like a cry, a wailing cry of loss. The freezing air burned his skin and touched his aching bones. Once he dreadfully arrived at the scene, he then took a run to approach it faster, seeing how the fire had already died down. Climbing onto what was left of the wing, Hangman reached the cockpit and looked inside, to only see that it was empty, the seat was still there, and so were it’s buckles and latches, but it was empty. Utterly confused as to why it was empty, Hangman slammed his fist onto the broken cockpit window and sunk onto the wing of the jet and began to sob,

  ‘What if she flew out? And her body is laying around here lifeless? What if her death was so so painful and scary? Oh my God I’ll never forgive myself it wasn’t her fault... but what if she’s still alive, maybe on her last breaths of air.. Gosh I have to find her!’

  Wiping his eyes with his sleeve, Hangman leaned his palms on the side of the jet so he could stand up without falling, also trying to get most of the weight off his ankle. Looking around from where he stood in the wing, Hangman saw absolutely no sign of Hawkeye. After sliding off the wing Hangman than began to walk away towards any direction his feet took him, his mind wasn’t thinking straight anymore, it only thought about two things; Hawkeye and her possible death. Swallowing the stone that was in his throat from the pain he felt inside and out, Hangman shouted from the bottom of his heart,

“HAWKEYE!?!!”

Looking all around the snowy ground and the tall evergreens that stood out like a sore thumb in the midst of Queen Elsa’s snow town, Jake began to feel his heart sink as he didn’t hear any sound of life, besides his panicked breathing, or see any movement other than his feet that trailed off looking and searching frantically. Jake’s mind ran millions of miles per millisecond, trying to reassure his mind and heart that indeed, Hawkeye did make it out of the jet on time, before it exploded on them in mid-air. But what began to convince his mind that she hadn’t, was when he realized that the sky had painted itself a darker shade of color, signaling that night time was crawling around the corner, guaranteeing its nearing, and he still hadn’t found her. It began to grow even colder, the chilly air had already numbed his skin and bones, making them feel incredibly useless but shaky. Even his pointy nose began to turn pink and burn a little on the tip, it burned to close his eyes and blink, the rest of his face felt numb to touch. But that didn’t stop Jake from searching, and calling out with his aching, sore throat,

  “HAWKEYE!! CALL O-OUT!!”

Waiting to hear any voice return his plea, Jake had stopped moving in the snow that crunched under his boots, but even then, he was unfortunately met with silence, only the wind flowed and whispered to Mother Nature around him. The beating of his heart was no longer heard in his ears, it was like it had frozen too. It became hard to swallow and to breathe, it was like if he was drowning or suffocating on his own tears he wanted to cry out. Jake felt worse than a failure and was so afraid of the unknown. His emotions swirled all inside of him like a hurricane, and soon it all came out when he sank into the snow onto his knees, and began to heave out whatever was left in his stomach from earlier that day. His ribs grew sore for how hard he was throwing up, but it just kept coming out. Soon he began to cough out the rest of it, and choke on his sobs that wrecked from his chest and broke heart.  Through it all he still tried to be positive to keep himself from panicking, but his mind only told him,

  ‘Did Hawkeye make it out of the cockpit? Did she land safely? Is she even alive? What if she froze?- No no! She’s alive! Hawkeye has to be!! Come on Hangman, don’t live up to your callsign... don’t leave her hanging... we have to find her and bring her home no matter what!!!’

 Letting out a shout of frustration and pain from the cold that burned his body from inside out, Hangman stood back onto his feet, and sucked in a deep breath, before screaming out desperately while turning around and cupping his hands over his mouth to make his call louder, 

 “HAWKEY!!!! CALL OUT!! COME ON WHERE ARE YOU!?”

  Warm tears had already fallen down his cheeks and brought a shaky chill through his whole body when the freezing weather hit against them, his red lips trembled along with his perfect, chattering teeth. The confidence Hangman always felt, had faded a long time ago, he only felt dread and regret, and it only grew heavier and heavier. Until he heard a small cracking of a branch from above him, and soon felt a small piece hit his head, making him look up, and find who he was looking for. He let out a small laugh of relief, and let out some more tears, but of joy this time. 

 Up above hanging on a thick tree branch, was Hawkeye clinging onto her parachute. It had gone caught on one of the thicker branches of the really tall evergreen trees, hence leaving her hanging off of it from quite a high distance. Hangman didn’t spare a second more as he shouted at her while running towards it, ready to climb it or find a way up.

  “Hawkeye!! Hawkeye!! It’s Hangman!”

 Turns out that Hawkeye had unbuckled in the jet and jumped out with her personal parachute before it could explode. And while going down, her parachute got stuck in the tree. Hawkeye’s voice could barely be heard from her being way high up, sounding a little strained though as she shouted back,

  “HANGMAN?! Oh!! Gosh I thought I was hearing things!! But it’s really you!! You came!!! I thought you left me!!”

 Jake’s heart felt a little stabbed at her words, but he couldn’t blame her, his actions towards her had proven that she should expect that from him, but he was also glad, that he was here to prove other wise. Grabbing onto the sides of the tree, Hangman shouted back while trying to grab grip of it,

  “Oh no! I didn’t leave ya! I’m right here! I’m so sorry for everything- I-I’m going to try and climb up-“

  “No no!! What if you shake the tree and-and it moves then I fall off this branch??!”

 Jake thought about her words for a few seconds then let out a belly laughter because he knew that it would be impossible to move or even shake such a thick tree stump. It’d take like... it’s just basically impossible, logically it is. Jake then reassured her with a positive tone,

  “I promise that this tree won’t move, it’s super thick and.. a million years old, it’s been through hell and back I bet, so I’m sure it can endure me.”

  He heard Hawkeye huffed as she put forth sarcastically,

  “Hangman no one can endure you... you’re too much. But I hope this tree makes you an exception... cause- well cause I really want to you to come up here and help me.... I think I broke my arm.”

Jake let a gasp escape his mouth as he took in her words,

“Oh! Well then don’t move it, or move at all, I’m coming.”

  Jake had already started to measure up the length of the tree while listening to Hawkeye, he knew that when he went up, one branch than the other, he’d have to watch his step and grip very carefully, cause the fall won’t be pretty. He saw that It was quite a high climb, maybe about 30-45 feet high, but Jake knew he could nail it, growing up on a Ranch in Texas had Jake climbing onto whatever he could find, from the tall Barn stables and the trees houses he had built with his cousins. 

  Grabbing onto the first thick branch, Jake pulled himself up and began to climb up. A few times he had to stop and redirect his hands or feet when the branches didn’t seem to promising, which Hawkeye would see and call out here and there, 

  “Careful Hangman!” or “Make sure you feet don’t slip off!” “Watch your head!” Each time she called out to him, Jake’s heart would grow in size, feeling warmed by her kindness. Even after everything that had happened and what he put her through, to the point where she was hanging off a tree branch, she still worried about him, selfless and forgiving she was.

 He was now a couple of feet away from where she was. Hawkeye was above him as he stood on a very thick branch under her, and he smiled to himself as he saw her face come into view, she had a few scratches on her face from falling into the tree, but her smile took his eyes off of them. Her arm was clutched close to her chest, not sparing a second to move it, not even an inch. Just as he was about to instruct how she was going to get down without falling but landing onto the tree branch he stood on, the branch cracked loudly as it moved slightly,

CRAAACK!

“Hooooly shit please don’t tell me that this branch just moved.”

Jake kept his original words in the back of his throat and instead said,

  “Ok I won’t tell you. But listen, I need you to start unbuckling-“

 “No no-“

 “I promise I won’t let you fall-“

“So you’re going to catch me? Is that what you’re saying? After all this time of you mistreating me you think I’d trust you?”

Jake hates how she was right but he urged anyway,

 “Ok ok you’re right! But I’m so sorry I mean it!  Sense the beginning I’ve always liked you but I-I didn’t know how to deal with it, so I pushed you away instead.”

 Hawkeye gawked at him from where she was hanging, not believing his words for a split second,

  “A-Are you serious? Hangman why didn’t you just tell me? We could’ve talked it through, like all the other things we talk through when you yell at me.”

 Jake bit his bottom lip and sighed sadly,

 “I know... I’ve just never worked with someone like you... and it scared me... your kindness and perfection scares me, makes me feel like I’m undeserving of it, and I only proved it when I treated you so poorly.”

 Hawkeye pouted at his confession, she knew there had to be a good reason behind how he badly treated her, she just didn’t know that it would be this reason. And when she saw this tough man with his arm reached out to her with tears in his olive-colored green eyes, her heart instantly believed his every honest word. Just as she was about to reply to him, the tree moved even more and shrieked loudly,

 CRAAAAAACK!!!

At hearing Hawkeye’s panicked gasp Jake steadied his feet on the thick branch he stood on, and used one of his strong arms to hold onto the trunk that was next to him, he stretched his free hand towards her as he promised,

 “I’ll catch you, just unbuckle and let go.”

CRAAACK’

Hawkeye felt the branch move even more as it cracked even louder, she held onto her buckle and looked down as she worriedly put forth,

 “Jake are you sure? Cause if I fall I’ll just go straight down I only have one good arm-“

 “I know, that’s why I need you to trust me and just let go.”

Hawkeye took a deep breath then looked down at Jake as she shakily said,

  “O-Ok... I’m going to unbuckle this o-on the count of 3-3.”

 Jake nodded approvingly as he held his arm up stretching his hand towards her,

 “Alright, start counting, the count is on your time, but it needs to be quick, I don’t know how much time we have-“

Hawkeye shook her head nervously as she began to grab on the buckles, trying to undo it, 

 “I know I know... ok.. 1... -“

CRAAAAAAACK!!-

“SHIT I DON’T THINK YOU HAVE UNTIL 3 HAWKEYE!!”

“JUST WAIT I’M SCARED! F-FUCK IT’S NOT UNBUCKLING!!”

CRAAAACK!!-

Jake knew that it took maybe 3 more seconds and the branch would snap, hence sending Hawkeye to her fall, so he took those 3 seconds left, to quickly move from where he stood, and rush quickly to where Hawkeye hung above him, and pulled on her feet. Her buckle snapped opened and she fell down, but Jake was able to catch her from grabbing tightly onto the vest she wore on her flight suit. But with the momentum of the strength he took to pull her down, and how fast she did fall, Jake kind of slipped off the branch he stood on, but he held Hawkeye against his chest as he fell onto the thick branch with her under him. Both let out loud groans of pain as they heard the thick branch finally snap and fall with the parachute. Jake covered Hawkeye’s head and face with his thick arm so the pieces of the branch wouldn’t fall on her face, he clutched tighter onto her when the felt the falling branch hit the branch they were laying on, but thankfully, nothing more happened or moved. After hearing the it finally hit the ground harshly after crashing down, Jake lifted his head slowly from where he hid it in Hawkeye’s neck, and also lifted his arm from her face, to only see the few tears that had escaped her eyes, along with the growing ones. Her mouth was slightly agape and her lips trembled like if she was holding in a cry, and her nose was pink from the cold. Jake didn’t ask anything, he instead he closed his eyes and pulled her forehead against his as he cooed lovingly,

  “You’re ok... we’re ok. I promise.”

A soft sob left Hawkeye’s lips as she let her hand move from his back that she was clinging onto, and held the back of his head, brushing her fingers through his short hair. Jake felt himself shaking from the inside out, he was finally letting the emotions run through him, and honestly, he was very afraid. Hawkeye began to feel and hear his uneven breaths coming out, and she comforted him by simply saying,

  “Just breathe with me... like you said... we’re ok. So just breathe.”

Jake nodded slowly, relishing her words that comforted him instantly. He then moved to sit up, and brought her up with him carefully, to where they sat on the branch in front of one another, with their legs dangling on both sides of the branch. 

 Hawkeye looked up from where she had her eyes locked on Jake’s name patch, and focused her eyes on his green, shining orbs. They both drowned into their gazes, feeling grateful that they had made it out of the situation alive. He then caught himself staring and looked away down at his hands trying not to blush as he said in a breathy tone,

 “h-hi..”

Hawkeye snapped out of her thoughts and looked down again as she replied shyly,

“hi...”

 Jake pointed his hands between them as he said sadly,

  “Again... I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you and for putting you through this... you can get another front seater when we get back.”

Hawkeye shook her head as she insisted,

  “No no... I really like you-“

She then corrected herself while trying not to blush for being so direct, not remembering hat Jake had confessed first,

“I mean.. I’m fine with you, you’re great guy Hangman, you practically saved my life you know? I need someone like you.”

 Jake nodded appreciatively while trying not to blush at her words.

  “Thanks... I’m glad you’re ok.”

 “Me too.. thanks to you... and when we get back.. we’ll work this out ok?”

 Jake’s face lit up, as he nodded happily,

  “Oh-Ok! great!”

Hawkeye then reached for Jake’s hand and held it in her own, giving it a good squeeze to show him that she was being truthful about her words. Jake lifted his other hand and held their holdings hands, sense Hawkeye clutched her broken arm close to her chest. Jake then felt very sorry, he knew it paid to have a broke arm, meaning you can’t fly until it’s completely healed. While he was in his thoughts seconds of silence had passed, before the atmosphere filled itself with Hawkeye’s hearty laughter. She threw her head back and went on, Jake was confused at first, but then he naturally joined along as he continued to hear it and loved how contagious it was. Words didn’t need to be said as to why they were laughing, they just did, the relief of what they went through came out in laughter. Hawkeye sighed loudly while trying to catch her breath, she then giggled,

  “I can’t believe that this happened... like look at us.”

Jake let out a short giggle,

  “Who would’ve thought huh?”

 Raising her good arm Hawkeye pointed out,

 “Right?! No one is going to believe us you know that right?”

 Shaking his head Jake agreed,

 “I know... by at least we do, we know exactly what happened.”

Hawkeye chuckled as she pointed out Jake’s callsign name patch,

 “Yeah.. thank you for coming back, and not living up to your callsign.”

 Jake looked at his name tag and frowned at it, Hangman could mean a lot of things, and one of them was, that he’d always leave his wingman hanging. Although he liked the name sometimes for certain reasons, there were times like today, where he didn’t like it very much. But Hawkeye knew how to make him feel better as she put forth nicely with a cheeky smile,

  “Don’t frown Hangman, I was the one Hanging after all.”

 Jake looked up and joined Hawkeye when she let out a long but cheerful laughter, cause it was true. Hawkeye was the one hanging off the tree in the end. He wiped his eye from a tear that threatened to slip from how hard he was laughing. But he mainly turned his fear into hard laughter, it was  either him laughing hard or crying ugly, and laughter was the better choice. Hawkeye was happy she broke him out of his trance, and felt more relaxed to see him ok, for he was just as terrified as her. After a few seconds they calmed down and held onto the branch while taking deep but refreshing breaths, letting out a couple of breathy chuckles here and there. And they could get lost into one another’s gaze again, the whipping sound of the helicopter blades began to sound loudly, help and rescue had arrived. Jake immediately moved to stand up and signal them, he first made sure that Hawkeye held onto his legs and he began to wave his hands exaggeratedly while shouting at them. 

Minutes later they came down in ropes to tie and take them up. Jake let Hawkeye go first, after he persistently told the medics  to be extra careful with her hurt arm, he watched them attentively as they buckled her latches. Jake gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and a light but meaningful kiss on her forehead before she was sent up, his heart swelled when she squeezed his hand back tightly. Hawkeye sent him a warm and confident smile as she went up, they kept their eyes on each other until she made it onto the helicopter. Then they came back down again, and tied Jake up, pulling him up onto the helicopter safely. Once he got on, he saw how the medics had started treating Hawkeye’s arm, already finishing up by wrapping it securely and putting it in a sling. He quickly took a seat next to Hawkeye after they secured themselves in, happy to see how she had scooted so he could fit comfortably next to her, though their arms and legs still brushed up against one another. Hawkeye leaned towards Jake and placed a loving kiss on his cheek, before leaning her head back against her seat and closed her eyes. Stunned for a second while blushing hard, Hangman took that moment to gaze at her in awe as he saw how relaxed, happy and relived she looked. He then reached over and pulled her head to lean on his broad shoulder, as he said assuringly,

  “You can lean on me... get some rest ok?”

She leaned closer to him and cuddled her face into his shoulder, as she mumbled a sweet,

 “Thank you Jake.”

 Jake patted her thigh softly,

  “anytime..”

Once he felt that Hawkeye’s weight grew heavier on him, meaning she actually passed out in a nice slumber, he too leaned his head on hers carefully, after he gave her head a soft kiss, smelling her hair that was a scent of vanilla and honey. Happy to know she was alive and safe next to him. Hearing her soft breathing and feeling her pressed up against him, was enough for him to pass out as well, while he held onto her pinkie tightly, while their hands rested next to each other on his lap.

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Perfect rings

Based on this idea with the ring from Purple Hearts.

The one where Hangman makes sure everyone knows you’re his with the perfect rings.

Roosters version Young Maverick versio

There were three things Jake Seresin was sure of

1. He was the best damn aviator in the navy

2. He was hot shit

3. You were his

No ifs and or buts about it, if you were at home he’d leave out one of his shirts from his top gun graduation for you to wear. He’d moan and dramatically fall back on the couch pulling you with him everytime he saw his last name sitting proudly against your chest.

It was a busy Saturday night at the hard deck Jake kept you tucked closely to his side rubbing his thumb against your hip. everyone knew not to approach Hangman’s girl at last they face his wrath. Nothing set him off like a man touching what was his.

“I’m going to go get another drink.” You spoke leaning up pressing a quick kiss to his jaw. Immediately taking his attention away from the game off pool. “I’ll get it darlin, stay here.” Phoenix rolled her eyes at his antics, with a fond smile loving seeing the cocky pilot turn into a softy for you. Pushing yourself out of his grip before he could leave. “I think I’ll survive for a few minutes.” Laughing at his pout you made your way to the bar, Jake watching from the corner of his eye, flipping off the laughing pilots behind him.

You hadn’t been at the bar waiting for more than two minutes before someone took the barstool next to you, shooting you a what was probably an attempt at a charming smile. “Hello beautiful, the names Rick.” You politely smiled shaping his outstretched hand mentally hurrying Penny. You know the saying ‘going from zero to a hundred’ well Your pilot counterpart idles at 70, and you knew if he saw the young sailor he’d flip.

Hangman who was indeed watching the overly confident sailor put a hand on your back moved to take a step in your direction. Getting pulled back by Rooster.

“She’s got it man look.” Nodding his head back In your direction, hangman’s eyes followed. He saw you shake your head and point over your shoulder to where you left Jake, who was glaring daggers at the man. You couldnt help but shake your head fondly as you made your way back over to your bristled boyfriend.

“Easy soldier, at ease.” You laughed wrapping your arms around his neck directing his attention back to you. His green eyes lit up at your laugh. “You make a friend?” The caveman in him spoke before he could stop it. You ran your fringes through the short hair ay the nape of his neck. “No, I told him i had a very scary boyfriend that could drop a missel on his house from his fighter jet.”

“Good girl” Jake calmed, chuckling as he took one hand from your hip and pulled off his dogtags and draped them around your neck, something he did everytime he felt someone got to close. “Rooster watch my girl, I’ll be back.” Whispering that last part against the your forehead giving it a peck before he walked off. Rooster swooped in before you could see where he was heading.

“Come on, its your turn.” You took the outstretched pool cue and quickly got distracted with Bob and Phoenix, while Rooster shook his head watching Hangman and a few other pilots throwing out the sailor. “Softy.”

Not to long after you felt arms wrap around your waist pulling you back into a warm chest. “Ready to get out of here?”

“Honey I’m home!” Jakes southern accent echoed throughout the house his smile widening finding you in the kitchen. “Hey, honey.” You mocked his earlier words. Pulling him down to meet your lips by the chain around his neck. He hummed against your lips pulling you closer into him.

“Just put dinner in the oven go take a shower and we can watch a movie while we wait.” You breathed noses rubbing against each others. As he nodded, pulling your left hand to his mouth pressing one last kiss your ring, “Yes ma’am, love ya.” He winked before following orders.

And that’s why when he knew he wanted to marry you he went and got the biggest diamond they had in the store, makes a statement on your pretty little hand that your taken care of, but even then he felt it wasn’t enough didn’t scream His like he wanted. Then it hit him, stumbling out of the shower, barley having time to pull on grey sweats in his haste to the garage, rushing right past you.

Taking the necessary tools from his took set he stripped the still dripping chain off his neck. If anything would scream you belonged to him it was this. Quickly connecting the chain back together making a small loop he wondered back into the living room head held high.

“Uh hi?” You laughed despite your confusion seeing a damp shirtless Jake standing over you, a cocky smile on his face as he dropped down on one knee, grabbing your hand. “Still wanna be my forever girl?” He asked.

You wordlessly nodded not knowing where he was going with this until he pushed the chain ring on you finger settling it righ next to the diamond. Jumping up to join you on the couch, man handling you to lay in front of him as he pulled you close mindlessly playing with your ring finger loving his new addition.

“You are the most possessive man I’ve ever met.” You laughed feeling his chest rumble behind you, “And you’re stuck with me forever sweetness.”

Hey hope you guys liked it hangman was one of my favorites from the movie I’d you liked it check our Roosters version young Mavericks version is coming soon

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My sweet, sweet Snow

~ Jake Seresin (hangman) x fem!reader (Snow White)

Summary: Snow White has always spend her birthday alone, no one could convince her to let go of the pathetic tradition, not even her best friends... but she's willing to give up her tradition to spend time with her not so boyfriend, but also boyfriend Hangman. Except he doesnt make a move to plan something for her birthday... or so she thinks. Because while Snow is sulking on her birthday all day, Hangman is trying his hardest to give her the birthday surprise she will hopefully always remember.

A/N: I've recently become obsessed with Top Gun and I couldnt get this off my mind!! Its based of one of my favorite new girl scenes :) Also English isnt my first language so I apologise for any mistakes. And also this is just pure fluff it made me sick... I might open my requests for a while but just for topgun but idk, kinda scared so feel free to give me some feedback!!

“Got anything planned for your birthday tomorrow, Snow?” looking up at Mickey, you sighed lightly, shaking your head no and giving him a sheepish smile “No, I’m not really a birthday party kinda person so I think I’ll just do what I always do. But thanks for remembering that its my birthday tomor-” a deep groan sounded from beside you and as you look up looked at Rooster he rolled his eyes at you, hard. As you played with the rim of your drink, a soft laugh escaped your lips “What?” Rooster looked at Mickey and sighed “Ever since I’ve known our precious Snow White over here, she does the same freaking thing for her birthday. I’ve known you for what, like 4 years now?” “5” You corrected as he pointed a finger at you “5 years now and we’ve never celebrated your birthday together… you always do the same thing” leaning back in your chair Mickey looked at you with a confused but curious look on his face “Which is?” and just as you were about to reveal your annual birthy tradition, a deep and confident voice spoke from beside you “Going to the movies, eating nacho’s covered in spicy salsa, salty popcorn and a large diet coke on the side” looking up, Hangman winked at you “Snow White please, just for once.. let us plan something for you” Rooster begged “Well I think its kinda cute” Mickey shot back and you lightly slapped your hands on the table they were sitting at “Thank you Fanboy” a soft wince escaped fanboy’s lips “But its also very pathetic” a soft blow landed on Fanboy’s shoulder as he jumped back slightly with a laugh, just avoiding the second round of slaps as you raised your hand again “I just like my little tradition okay? Growing up I always got my hopes high for my birthday but when my parents failed to provide each year I made an agreement with myself to let my birthday be a little self pity party” you explained “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need a refill”

As the young aviator stood up and walked over to the bar Rooster turned to Hangman with a slight smile on his face “She doesnt have a single clue about the surprise party tomorrow its gonna be great man” Hangman let his gaze fall on the girl at the bar, just as you turned back to him shooting him a wink, waiting for your drink “You think she’ll like it?” Ever since that one faithful and drunken night a couple weeks ago (where a ridiculous amount of tequila had been involved which led to a very sloppy, drunken but very real kiss) you and Hangman were attached to the hip. There was no denying the two of you were ever anything less then hopelessly in love with each other and it turns out tequila was all the liquid courage both of you needed “I’m not gonna lie, I think she might pass out” Phoenix added as she joined the small group, Mickey cleared his throat as a sign you were walking back from the bar and Rooster quickly picked up a conversation with Phoenix and Fanboy as Hangman put his arm out for the girl to walk into, you gladly accepted his offer with a smile and leaned into his side. Since that first kiss you both obviously knew you liked each other… a lot. But you cant escape the elephant in the room, one Hangman was slowly starting to pick up on “You good?” He questioned and you nodded, removing a few misplaced hairs from his forehead “Perfect” Hangman leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the side of your head as a tiny blush formed on your cheeks “Gross, Hangman as your boyfriend is the biggest ick I’ve ever seen” Rooster commented and you rolled your eyes jokingly “He’s not my boyfriend” you spoke, turning to Hangman who had a confused but amused look on his face “they just dont get it” “Why would they?” Hangman agreed with a soft laugh “You sleep at mine tonight, right baby?” You asked, earning a laugh from the group “Ofcourse baby” Rooster made a gagging noise as Hangman pulled you closer to him. Smiling at him your heart couldnt help but ache a little. He may act like your boyfriend, treat you like his girlfriend but every day you’re confronted with the fact that you’ve never had the “what are we” talk. Sure, the person currently in space could see how in love the man was with you but still… a little reassurance from time to time would be nice.. it also didnt help the fact he hasnt once asked you if you would maybe consider spending your birthday with him instead of going to the movies alone.

After a few more hours of laughs and a couple more drinks you and Hangman decided to call it a night and head back to your place.

Turning off the light in the bathroom you made your way over to the bed. Crawling next to Jake who was on his side, with his back turned to you scrolling on his phone. A loud squeel you never expected to come out of Jake’s mouth escaped his lips as you placed your hands against his bare waist. Pausing for a second, you blinked a couple of times before a loud laugh sounded from your mouth “what was that?!” “Your hands woman! They’re so cold” you continued laughing as you curled yourself up next to him “Oh yeah? Wait till you feel my feet” and just as he was about to protest your feet made contact against his back and he quickly turned around, pushing you away slightly as another squeel escaped him. Your laugh’s were cut off by a gasp from Hangman as he looked over at the nightstand next to you “What?” You questioned, looking over to see the time on the tiny clock places on a stack of books next to you. You read the time and a small smile made its way to your face, 00:02. As your face was being pampered with kisses you couldnt help but giggle as Hangmans hand was wrapped slightly around your throat to keep your head in place. He paused for a second, hand still in the same position and looked you at you with sparkling eyes “Happy birthday my sweet sweet Snow” you smiled wide “Thank you my sweet sweet Hangman” leaning in he placed a very soft kiss on your lips, one you could only describe as one full of love but the loving kiss quickly turned into a more deeper, passionate one. You could feel the grip Jake had on your neck get a little thighter and you couldn’t help yourself as a soft moan escaped your lips. And lets just say, after that… you might have had the best start of a birthday in a very very long time.

Morning came way quicker than you had anticipated when a slight shift in the bed made you open your eyes. They quickly closed again, not having the strenght to get up yet but then sound of your phone dragged you out of your sleepy state. Grabbing your phone, you tapped on the screen revealing the time, 9:23. You groaned softly and rolled over to the side, expecting Jake to be snoring next to you softly but you were met with an empty left side. Tapping your phone again you could see you already had 6 messages in your Dagger Squad group chat, one from Penny, a missed call from your mom and a message from your brother. Just as you were about to open the text chat of you and Jake his name popped up on top of your screen. You sighed as you read the message.

Jake<3: got called into base last minute… see you after work???

You: Oh?? Something I can help with?

Jake<3: No, I’m with Javy and Mav!! What time does your movie start again?

You: starts at 5

Jake<3: okay my sweet girl!!! Enjoy the movie and I’ll drop by after okay? Happy bday ❤️❤️❤️

Opening the squad’s groupchat you smiled at all the kind and somewhat inappropriate birthday messages from some people.

And to think this time for the last couple of years you were bawling your eyes out first thing in the morning… you couldn’t actually remember the last time you felt somewhat happy on your birthday but this group, this family, they were something else. Something worth smiling on your birthday for. The only thing bothering you right now was the fact that Jake wasnt here. You obviously didnt expect him to stay with you all day, but you also kind of expected him to have something planned for your birthday. But then again, this was a good reminder to yourself that your birthday was still the most lonely day of the year for you and it honestly didnt feel like it was gonna change soon. On the other hand, you were glad Jake was respecting the wishes he thought you had, which was to be alone, and then meet up later. But little did you know Jake was currently freaking out because someone decided to fuck up the birthday cake.

“You had one job Rooster… one job” Payback hissed as he looked over his shoulder seeing Jake walk over to them “I’m sorry okay?! I must have send the bakery the wrong picture” Jake frowned at the sight in front of him as Payback and Rooster obviously had a frustrating and hushed conversation going on “Everything okay here?” Payback pinched the bridge of his nose and Rooster swallowed hard “I’m sorry” he whispered, opening the box of the cake to reveal it to the aviator in front of him who’s smile dropped in an instant at the sight in front of him “Rooster” Bradley hummed in response, suddenly afraid to speak up “Walk away please” Hangmans tone was calm, way too calm “Look we can-“ “Walk away please I’m so serious or I’m gonna hurt you” Rooster lowered his head in defeat, earning a pat from Payback on his back as he left the two men standing there “Payback… what are our bare asses doing on Snow's birthday cake” he could recognize the picture from a mile away because he too was butt ass naked in the picture, in fact if it wasnt a birthday cake for the love of his life he would have thought this was freaking hilarious and would be on the floor, howling “We’ll just cover the butts with some frosting its fine” Payback quickly responded “Ayo! Decorations are ready, Phoenix has the hard drive and Bob is-“ Javy’s voice suddenly went quiet as he looked at the cake on the table “If you laugh, I will sucker punch you” Jake warned and Javy slapped his hand on his mouth to keep himself from laughing and cleared his throat “Thats so fucked up man” his voice cracking at the end of his sentence as Jake slowly turned his head to his Wingman “Fix. It” he growled before turning his back on the two men and walking away. Grabbing his phone out of his backpocket he noticed a few texts from the birthday girl but as he was about to answer he passed Rooster “Chill out man its gonna b- oomph” a loud groan escaped Rooster’s lips as Jake punched him square in the sack. Falling on his knees he winced slightly, speaking up with a squeeky voice “I deserved that”

Time passed slowly today as you finally made your way to the downtown theatre, a sigh softly escaped your lips as the girl on the other side of the phone made her last attempt to get you to come out with her “We’ll celebrate it another time, its fine!” You spoke into the phone, just as you paused in front of the steps of the cinema “And honestly.. I think this is gonna sound ridiculous but.. I kind of had my hopes up that I would be spending the day with Jake you know. But then again, he’s not my boyfriend so I dont know why I got my hopes up in the first place” “Okay first of all, its not ridiculous. I too would expect my BOYFRIEND to plan something for me, so I would be frustrated as well” Phoenix put extra emphasis on the word boyfriend, making you smile “Second of all, he is your freaking boyfriend! I jokingly overheard him calling you his wife to some of the student aviators the other day but honestly I don’t really think he was joking that much. But if its that important to you that you officially put labels on it, why dont you just ask him?” “I dont know Nix.. anyway, I’m at the movies right now. I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” As they bid their goodbye’s to each other, you made your way to the front of the cinema. Paying for your ticket, grabbing your snacks of choice you found a good seat not to close and not too far away from the big screen. You were kinda surprised the theatre would be this busy at 5 in the afternoon, but didnt put any further thought into it.

Looking at your phone one more time you noticed Jake didnt answer any of your text messages you send to him throughout the day, which kinda made your heart sink for a second. Turning it on silent, you sighed and popped a nacho in your mouth as the lights slightly dimmed and the screen lit up. A familiar voice suddenly boomed through the speakers and you almost spit out your drink as the face of the one and only Jake Seresin popped up on the screen “What?” You quietly mumbled, confusion taking over

“Hey Y/N, its Jake… you obviously know that but uh, I know this is what you do every year on your birthday by yourself but I just thought this year you might want a little company”

“You mind if I sit down?” Tearing your eyes away from the screen you looked up to see Jake standing next to you “Oh my god” you just whispered and he sat down, a smile on his face as he put his arm around you pulling you a bit closer. You interwined your right hand with the one he placed over your right shoulder and he gave it a light squeeze “Look under the seat and read the paper, I’ll wait” Movie-Jake called and you moved your snacks to the empty chair next to you and felt under the seat, reaching for a piece of paper “How did you know I was gonna sit here?” You whispered “We put one under every seat but you gotta go fast because of the timing” he whispered fast and you scanned the piece of paper in your hands “My name is Snow and I’m never afraid to deliver you a blow. I’m the best at dogfight and I cant see so lets turn on the light” suddenly the lights of the theathre went on and you were met with several people jumping up from their chair. A gasp escaped your lips as you scanned the room, tears slowly forming its way into your eyes. The dagger squad was here, throwing confetti at you while cheering. You also noticed Mav and Penny holding some balloons and even Hondo was here with a birthday hat on. You laughed at the sight of them and Jake stood up sushing them “Quiet! Quiet, timing guys” you locked eyes with Phoenix as they all sat back down again, the theatre lights dimming again and she winked at you.

Across the screen came with big letters “Happy birthday Snow” with snowflakes falling in the background on the screen, Roosters dramatic voice boomed through the speakers “In the beginning there was nothing and then there was light and dark and birds and oceans and stuff and then there was Y/N” fireworks popped up on the screen and you looked over at Rooster who was smiling proudly at the screen. Then suddenly Phoenix popped up

“What do I think when I think of Y/N?” It popped over to Bob “What do I think when I think of Y/N” then Mav “What do I think when I think of Y/N” and then Phoenix again “I think of warmth, dance parties, friendship, tequila and love, so much love. She’s my best friend and I thank my lucky stars everyday she walked into my life” silent tears were streaming down your face as you looked up at the screen in admiration. Coyote was next “Honestly, I just think of love. I remember hearing her call sign before I met her and I thought it meant she was cold as ice but turns out, she’s just a real life princess” “When I think of Y/N I think of uh- her eyes cuz she has glasses sometimes and uh she has the hair thing you know… I feel like I’m doing this wrong?” you laughed at Bob, whiping away some fallen tears “Snow does not like being tackled” Fanboy said earning a laugh from the theatre full of friends “When I think of her I just feel love, she never fails to make me smile and has been there for me every step of the way. Sometimes I dont think we deserve her. She takes care of us, will literally physically fight anyone for us and will never let me or the rest of the squad down. On the ground and in the air as my wingwoman. In a very platonic way, she’s the love of my life” Rooster said and now you were just full on sobbing as the rest of the messages played on the screen, but the best one was yet to come. Meanwhile Jake was looking over at you, his nerves were building up as he knew his message would pop up next. “Y/N, when I think of you I think of all the ways you have made all of us a better person. But especially me. The first time I knew I was a goner was when you threw your helmet at me when I left you hanging in the air on one of our first practice runs together. As you were screaming at me saying how I was selfish for putting the rest of the squad in danger I could only think of one thing and that was the fact I felt my heart stop for a moment and then my brain told my body, so this is what love feels like. I was also thinking about how hot you looked screaming at me but thats beside the point” soft laughs were heard from the audience as you shook your head “Y/N, my sweet sweet Snow, my love… you are the very not platonic love of my life and I pinch myself everyday because I still cannot believe I’m so lucky to call myself your boyfriend. Happy birthday” the lights went back on as the door to the theatre opened, Rooster walking in with a cake in his extended arms as the theatre began to stand up and sing for you. Jake stood up with a smile and turned to you but noticed you didnt move. Just staring at your hands as silent sobs escaped your body. Worried, he sat back down next to you and moved your hair out of the way with his one hand while grabbing your legs with the other “Hey? Everything okay?” He whispered, the people around you still wildly singing happy birthday. With teary eyes you looked up at him “You called yourself my boyfriend” you said between sobs and he chuckled lightly “I am your boyfriend” he stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You threw your hands around his neck and pulled him into a very tight hug, still sniffing tears “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you” as you pulled back, you grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him hard. You could feel him smile into the kiss and as you let go he grabbed your hand and helped you stand up as Rooster made its way over to you with the birthday cake. You blew out the candles and while looking around the room, your heart was bursting with love as you scanned the people present. You truly had the best family in the entire world and no one could convince you otherwise

“Rooster, why is your bare ass staring at me on my birthday cake?”

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Come Back Down (B.r.B)

Bradley ‘rooster’ Bradshaw x fem!medic!reader (medic! breifly mentioned) 

summary: reader just needs one thing after finding out rooster will be flying the mission. 

warnings: mildly suggestive bits?, angst, crying (not just my tears, theirs too) fluff fluff fluff

Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 3 (comin soon)

You knew something was wrong the second you'd gotten in his truck, just like everyday he would swing by the med bay, greeting your coworkers with crooked smiles and  “Evenin’ ma'am” as he made his way over to you. 

But today was different, his posture wasn't as straight, tight-lipped smile rather than crooked, the fingers laced between yours was more grasping than holding. 

It made your stomach twist, you knew

“Bradley” you said quietly, into the static air of the truck cab 

He kept his eyes glued on the road, hand still trapping yours with a grip nearly as tight as the white knuckles that wrapped around the steering wheel. 

“Roo” you said more firmly, twisting in your seat to face him. 

“Roo, look at me”

He faltered, eyes flicking to meet yours before going back to the road. 

“What happen-”

“I got picked” 

The air got sucked from the cab, Bradley's jaw clenched so hard it's like it had been welded shut. 

Your throat tightened, breath stuttering in your chest 

“Okay…” you breathed out, pulling his hand impossibly closer as a few hot tears stained your cheeks. 

“Honey, im sorry” he croaks, tears straining his throat “im so so sorry” he shuddered, throwing the truck in park in your driveway. 

He released your hand, and for a second of blinding sadness you thought he was marching inside to wallow away alone, but then the passenger door was opening and he was there. 

“C’mere” 

Rooster is gentle but hasty as he reaches to unhook your seatbelt, pulling you to the edge of your seat and gathering you into his arms

“Sweetheart, I'm sorry”  You can feel the shudder of his shoulders when you drape your arms around them. He's slotted between your legs, one strong arm loops around your back while the other cradles your head with such gentle touch that you could be a piece of glass. 

You press into him, face in his shoulder as his undershirt became wet with your tears 

“Ive got you honey” he whispers in your ear, tucking and smoothing down your hair. He pulls back, gently holding your chin and pressing his lips to yours.

 “Lets go inside, yeah?” 

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Now situated in the center of your large bed, roosters too big shirt replacing the clothes that had been long forgotten and hastily strewn across the room. 

You watched as rooster moved anxiously around the room, never would you imagine a grown man, your rooster, stress cleaning.

“Roo” you called gently, his trance broken by your voice, he looked at you and all the thoughts that had been tensely pulling his features, softened.

 “Hold me?”  a fresh set of tears glazed over both of your eyes

He crosses the room in an instant and drops onto the bed, hoisting you over to curl up between his legs “I'm here, you’ve got me” he whispers firmly, sliding a rough hand under the hem of his shirt to run soothingly over your spine. 

You sniffle and drop you head to his shoulder “when do you leave” 

“That's not important honey” 

“Bradley, I can't know anything else, I just want to be awake to say goodbye, please” 

“Before sunrise honey, ships out at 9, and ill wake you up.” he says, squeezing you tighter 

“Promise?” you feel so small, as if a promise could do anything to prevent the potential of what could unfold tomorrow. 

“Always” 

You settle against him, and sit in silence as a nagging question rises in your throat 

“Can you promise to come back to me?” you whisper

“I wish I could baby, I really do” 

Tears begin burning your cheeks again and you nod in acceptance

You push off of him and move to sit criss cross between his legs, reaching forward to cup his face in your hands. “I love you” you hum, thumbs brushing gently against his wet eyelashes. 

His hands drop to your hips, slowly kneading them “I love you more”

You laugh lightly and shake your head “Bradley Bradshaw, that is not possible” 

“Oh it definitely is.” he settles, you beam as he traps you in his arms, peppering kisses from your face down to your shoulder that his too-big shirt had slipped off of.

This is your rooster, pulling smiles and giggles; that wouldn't seem out of place in a coming of age movie, from you in the most somber of moments.

It was sobering, the silence that weighed on every limb of your body yet you savored every moment. The feeling of his chest rising and falling against yours, his nose pressed into your pulsepoint and the light scratch of his mustache just below it. 

Your arms were wound around his shoulders, in the lowlight of your bedroom a glint caught your eye, the silver band on your thumb. 

Your father had given it to you, you think it was his at some point but you never questioned it. 

Nerves fluttered in your stomach as you slipped it from your finger and drew back just enough to look rooster in the eye. 

“Bradley” 

He stared lovingly right back at you, noses brushing. 

“Yes honey?”

“Can you promise me one thing?”

“Honey you know-”

“Please” 

His eyes sparkled as he nodded, holding you tighter. 

“Marry me.”

Tears were already shining in your eyes as you went on, smiling as he stared at you completely dumbfounded 

“I don't want a piece of paper or big fancy church to prove how fucking much I love you”

He smiled and opened his mouth to speak, you shushed him with a quick peck before continuing “but I want you to go up in the air tomorrow and come back down my husband.” you sniffed and he brushed away your tears, and his own, urging you to continue. 

“So…, Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw, will you marry me?” 

 you laughed, and it sounded a bit more like a sob as he nodded, looking down between you to see a silver band already grasped between your fingers. 

“God I love you so much” he rasped 

 Both of you steadied your shaking hands just long enough to slip the ring on before Bradley was locking your lips together, he mumbled something against your skin that sounded a bit like  “Mrs bradshaw” and you knew that you had made the right decision. 

It struck midnight and your clothes had been forgotten once more, you were drifting in and out of sleep, Bradley your husband's heartbeat under your ear was the perfect lullaby. 

With the thick comforter now wrapped around both of you, rooster planted a kiss to your head before finding his way down to your lips 

“I love you, get some sleep honey” 

“I love you more” you mumble, already slipping away once more. 

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In the stillness of the morning, Bradley was ready to hang up his wings right then and there if it meant not having to wake you to say goodbye, of all things.

You began stirring when he flipped on the lamp and his heart broke even more as tears filled your hooded eyes. 

“I know honey” he lifted you into his arms, the navy could wait 5 goddamn minutes while he held his wife. You pressed kisses against his neck, taking every ounce of will to loosen your grip on him as he set you down on the mattress once more. 

“Come back down to me roo” you breathed out quietly, forehead pressed to his.

The warm metal of his ring against your cheek made everything feel right, even if you should have felt the complete opposite as he kissed you goodbye and slipped out the front door.

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okay so maybe im already writing the wedding, thats not the point.

i loves comments and thoughts from yall, hope you liked it! -izzy <3

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as it was. (ii) ( bradley bradshaw "rooster" x reader )

( gif not mine )

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x fem!reader

synopsis: in which things just aren’t the same, and it takes a life threatening accident to make rooster come to his senses and true feelings; in this part we get hangman singing abba so slay

word count: 2.3k

warnings: angst/fluff

note: song that was inspo was angel eyes bc abba slays, and bc i love angeleyes so yea. also head empty, just hangman jamming to abba completes me thank you. Also i was lazy and copy and pasted th lyrics forgive me pls. ALSO ATTN: this also features winter, my hangman x reader callsign. Does that make any sense? like for my hangman x reader, like for the dont keep me hanging the call sign for reader will be winter, and im bringing her in bc shes gonna be y/n’s rio. 

part one. part three - coming soon!

also i didnt check this for errors so bare w me pls

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“you ready for some abba, hangman,” you said with a smirk on your face, to which hangman sighed, chuckling as he shook his head. little did most of your peers know that you and hangman had attended the naval academy around the same time, although he was a grade above you, you two had bumped into each other at a karaoke bar, and you were shocked to discover hangman had a weak spot for anything abba.

hangman looked up at you and grinned before heading over to where rooster sat at the piano. he brought his hands down on rooster’s shoulders, surprising him. “okay rooster, it’s time for some real music, he said with a shit eating grin before he shoved rooster aside, and scooted over on the piano bench, and patted the space next to him, to which you smugly walked over and sat down. you cracked your knuckles, as you looked over the ivory keys, before you heard phoenix shout over the crowd, “you gonna sing bagman?” she said mockingly, but simply shrugged before shoving your shoulder a little. “let’s put on a show dash,” he said, and even though you didn’t notice, rooster, who stood a little way from the piano, felt a burning coal of jealousy lodged in his stomach when he saw hangman call you by his nickname. not that you were his anyways. even if that’s all he’d thought about for the past few years, he knew you would never be his, and that you belonged to more important causes than his want and need for you. 

your fingers graciously began to start playing an all too familiar song to you and hangman, and you started. 

“last night, i was taking a walk along the–”

“river, and i saw him together–”

“with a young girl, and the look that he gave her made her–,”

“shiver, because he always used to look at me that way,”

“then I thought maybe I should walk right up to her and say

Ah-ha-ha, it's a game he likes to play,”

The two of you sang, initially trading off before heading into the chorus together, as the rest of the bar, recognizing the amazing abba song, joined in, as you all sang the chorus of angeleyes together, some of the other aviators recording, in awe that you actually got hangman to join you at the piano, and let alone, sing. even rooster, who was still burning with jealousy, was quietly humming along, bopping his head to the sound of your graceful voice blessing his ears. the two of you failed to notice a woman who walked into the bar, as soon as the two of you and the crowd began chanting, “i keep thinking about his angel eyes, i keep thinking, ah-ah-ah.”

“sometimes when I'm lonely, I sit and think about him

and it hurts to remember all the good times

when I thought I could never live without him

wnd I wonder does it have to be the same

Every time when I see him, will it bring back all the pain

Ah-ha-ha, how can I forget that name?”

you sang out, taking your solo diva moment, as you sang out the words. and for some reason, they resonated with you a little more than usual, as it took everything in you to focus on your hands playing the keys as you sang out. the truth was, you were scared that if you locked eyes with him, all the pain would flood back from before, and that you’d fall back into him. just as you and hangman were about to go back into the chorus with the rest of the bar, the woman who walked over, and slung both her arms around the two of you, joining in with you. you’d recognize that voice anywhere, as your voice sung out in glee as you realized winter was behind you. she had originally been a flier, like you and hangman before deciding to be an rio instead. you failed to notice that beside you, hangman had paused ever so slightly at the touch of the rio, but soon covered it up as he joined back in with the two of you, pushing the sensation of her fingers on his shoulders down, as he pretended like he wasn’t flustered by her touch. the three of you, along with the rest of the bar, kept shouting out the lyrics, until you all finished the song, which was followed by lots of cheers and pats on the back. 

you instantly jumped up from the bench as you turned to hug winter, who also happened to be your best friend. you guys pulled back from each other, before screaming in delight again, and embracing each other tightly. “guess who you’re looking at!” winter exclaimed, before adding on, “you’re new rio!!!” she screamed with joy, as the two of you screamed, jumping up and down like two teenage girls at a one direction concert, making your friends laugh at you. when the two of you finally separated, winter was grabbed by none other than hangman, as she made rounds with old colleagues and friends. you smiled warmly as you watched her, before you felt a pair of burning eyes on you. against your best judgement, you looked up, as you made eye contact with bradley bradshaw. your bradley bradshaw. or, what used to be of your bradley. 

“dash,” he called out, as he made his way over to you. 

“rooster,” you responded curtly, with a nod. 

before rooster could say anything to you, even if he’d wanted to, your attention was quickly grabbed by winter and phoenix, as they dragged you to play against hangman in another pool game. 

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“we’re fucked,” winter said, causing the both of you to break out into laughter, as soon as the two of you made your way over to your plane, preparing yourselves for the worst of maverick’s training. “ye of so little faith winter! you really think i’ll let us get taken out by maverick, there’s no way. no way in hell you’ll catch me doing 200 pushups,” you said, little did you know you’d be cursing yourself in less than an hour. the two of you walked past rooster on the ground, as he was slightly into his 200 pushups. as soon as the two of you were out of earshot of him, winter poked you. 

“so, still holding back your undying love for rooster i see,” she said cooly, and you smacked her arm lightly, shaking your head. “no, im just fed up for him being a bitch to me,” you responded, trying not to flush by the fact she’d actually brought him up. you knew she was going to but part of you was on your knees begging her not to. “so, still head over heels for him,” she asked, 9a smirk on her face, but you were prepared this time. “hm, i’m pretty sure that’s you and hangman, but you know, say what you wanna say,” you said innocently, and this time it was winter’s turn to smack your arm, as the two of you reached your plane. “i have no idea what you’re talking about dasher,” winter replied, and you chuckled. “please, whenever he walks into the room, suddenly you’re all quiet and shy, which is very unlike you,” dasher said. 

“get in the damn plane,” winter replied, and you obliged. “still don’t get what you see in him, i bet he’ll abandon us as soon as the damn excercise starts, fuckin’ bagman,” you said, rolling your eyes as the two of you lined up to get off the ship. 

“so ladies, y’all ready to hand maverick’s ass to him?” hangman spoke up, and you chuckled. “you gonna leave us out to dry bagman?” you snarkily shot back, and you just knew he had a shit-eating grin on his face. “enough chatter, show me what you’re made of,” maverick came in, and you immediately attached your oxygen mask, before taking off. 

“talk to me winter,” you spoke, as you floated next to hangman. winter looked around, and soon she heard a beeping on her radar. “he’s close, but, he’s not above us,” “then he must be below us!” you exclaimed, as suddenly maverick whipped past the two jets, and you rolled your eyes as you watched hangman take off to the sky. 

“leaving your wingman, that’s a strategy i haven’t seen in a long time,” maverick commented. “typical bagman, you muttered, as you flew from maverick. “he called you a man, you girls gonna take that?” hangman inquired and you scoffed, “considering im gonna chop your balls off if we get off first, that would make us the men in this pair,” you retorted. “dasher on your six!” winter cried out, and you quickly flipped as maverick tried to close in on you. “shit, hangman this would be a really good time to save two damsels in distress!” you called out, “sorry ladies, it’s every man for himself out here,” he called out as maverick lasered the two of you. “fuck you hangman,” you called out, exhausted, as you ripped off your mask, shaking your head. “what a fucking douche,” was all you said, as winter sighed, before the both of you headed back to base. 

“dasher where is he,” hangman suddenly called out frantically. “i’m sorry, dasher can’t come to the phone right now, why? cause she’s fucking dead dipshit,” was all you said. “see you in the afterlife,” winter said quietly, and you laughed. “winter, grow a pair,” was all you said, as the two of you landed. she scoffed, as the two of you exited your plane, before you headed over to begin your 200 pushups. 

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you and winter sat, watching the screen as the two of you watched your plane get killed off by a sam. “why are you dead,” maverick asks, and you sigh. “someone couldn’t keep up,” hangman said cooly, a grin on his face, toothpick in between his teeth. “there goes my white picket fence dreams, you mutter,” and winter stifles a laugh beside you. suddenly, rooster butts in, much to your chagrin, as the two begin to banter, and you watch as maverick just stands there. whatever his beef with rooster was, he really needed to get over it. you groaned as soon as you heard hangman bring up rooster’s dad, and chaos naturally ensued. you and winter rushed over, as you both helped pull the boys away from each other. “winter, keep your boyfriend in check,” you said, as you pushed rooster away from him. you noticed how hangman had pushed everyone away but winter, as he allowed her hand on his chest to remain there, as he looked down at her, listening to her attempting to reprimand him. she shook her hand before she felt rooster move away from her, as he stormed out. phoenix gave you a look, and you raised your hands in surrender. “okay, i’ll do damage control,” was all you said as you quickly jogged after rooster. 

“rooster,” you called out, as you quickly caught up to him, but he didn’t turn. not again, you thought to yourself, as your heart quickly felt pinned down, so you tried again. “bradshaw,” you tried, no response. “god dammit bradley bradshaw i swear stop this instant,” you spat out, and he stopped in surprise, as he turned around, a look of fake fear and a glint of anger rimmed his eyes. “look, as much as i currently resent and as mad as it makes me that i have to be the one saying this to you, you can’t let him get to you,” you spoke, as you stepped up to face him, looking him straight in the eye. “don’t leave me flying with hangman, bradley. we need you. i need you,” you spoke softly, looking him straight in the eye as you watched the gears turn in his head. you reached out to grab his forearm, your eyes never leaving him. “you were the best in our class rooster, even better than little old me over here,” you said, offering him a smile, to which he returned with a ghost of a smile on his face. “you’ve always been better than me,” he muttered under his breath, but you still caught the words he said. “i think i’d remember being first in my class,” you said, before rooster suddenly shook your grip off of him, as he spoke so softly you barely caught what he said, before he stormed off again. “can’t believe after all these years i still want you to ask me to stay,” you said softly, as your eyes softened as you watched him walk off. you wished you could just cave and tell him you still had so much love in your heart for him, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. 

but all things aside, it wouldn’t be a plane crash that killed you. oh no, bradley bradshaw would be the death of you.

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How It All Started

Part 2 to Family Line

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Summary: A glimpse into meeting the love of your life, falling into a tornado of bliss and despair

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Reader

A/N: Doesn't follow the film plot, this is just a prequel

Warning: Talks of cancer, alluded/talks of trauma and PTSD (I have no knowledge of psychology and how the navy works), pregnancy, alcohol consumption, fluff

Another buzz from my phone went off, thinking I can just check it after the session.

"And I think that's okay, you feel frustrated that it happened but you also need to remember that you lived another day, one step at a time" I remind my patient, "Anyway, anything you want to cover in our next session, just write it down and we will go over it"

Letting my patient out the door with a smile on my face and walking over to my desk to check who decided now to annoy me.

UNCLE ICE: Cancel any plans you had for tomorrow night

ME: Why?

UNCLE ICE: You and I are going to an event, find a nice dress.

Rolling my eyes fondly at the obvious order from Uncle Ice, grabbing my bag and walking out my office finished for the day. I guess I have a dress to look for runs across my mind.

NEXT DAY

Finishing up the final touches to my curled updo and lipgloss, I bend over to grab both my clutch and phone. Seeing a text from Uncle Ice to say that the driver is outside causing me to walk out my front door locking it behind me.

As I'm involved with the conversation at the table with Uncle Ice, Aunt Sarah and a few of the older higher ups, looking around the room until my eyes meet a set of gorgeous green eyes a few tables over. Quirking my eyebrow at the obvious wink he sends my way before taking the finishing sip of my drink.

Slowly standing up, excusing myself to my table mates as I walk away to get another drink from the bar. Standing there for a moment before I hear a slight cough and a southern drawl behind me.

"Well aren't you just gorgeous?" Twirling my head around to meet the green eyes of the tall, blonde gentleman in dress whites.

"Does that ever work for you or do you just save it for naval events?" Escapes my lips before I get the chance to stop it.

He slightly chuckles as if what I said was mildly amusing.

"Well tell me if it does" He takes a slight breath thinking I wouldn't notice, "Jake Seresin ma'am and may I ask your name?"

Introducing myself just as the bartender approaches with my drink, thanking them turning back around making my way back to my table. Sipping my drink with every step that I take, he strides up to my left causing my eyebrow to lift at his obvious determination.

"Well may I ask, pretty lady, if I could see you some time?"

Humming to delay my response, " I guess you'll have to find out"

Finally reaching my table, kissing Uncle Ice and Aunt Sarah on their cheeks to let them know of my departure and plans to stop by in the next week.

Grabbing my things and making my way out the main doors, I can still feel his presence one step behind me. Reaching the street, I pull out my phone to order a ride before he slightly covers the screen with his hand.

Looking up at Jake confused, "May I give you a ride home?" He asks almost in a nervous way.

"I don't usually do this but just this once" I reply, kind of shocked that I would actually say that to this Adonis like stranger.

Leading me to his truck, one hand at the small of my back before proceeding to open the passenger door for me and assisting me in.The next 20 minutes in the car was not what I expected. Jake was constantly asking me questions about myself and actually listening to what I had to say, sharing small stories of his life growing up in Texas, shared music taste.

Well let's just say he ended up with my number and a date the next day.

TIME SKIP

6 months into the relationship with Jake and it's going amazing, he is the biggest sweetheart despite having a cocky persona. It seems to everyone else we rushed into this relationship especially since we decided to move in with each other a month ago, but I honestly think Jake is my soulmate no matter what anyone else says.

Its currently December and we're heading up to Texas to spend the holidays with his family. I met Jake's family at the 4 month mark and honestly it felt as if I was one of them. Jake is one of the biggest momma's boy I have met and it both warms and hurts my heart to see.

I explained to Jake my story about my dad passing away in a training accident when I was four, my mom passing away from cancer and the breakdown with my brother Bradley who ended up going to Top Gun at the same time as Jake. He just hugged me as I sobbed my heart out telling him how much I wished my parents could have met him.

His mom Debbie practically adopted me in, teaching me baking recipes and telling me childhood stories of Jake and his siblings that he obviously was too embarrassed about.

I knew I wouldn't have traded that for the world. Only I didn't know what was to come 2-3 months later.

TIME SKIP

After returning home with Jake from the holidays in Texas, I came to the realization that my period was late. Without telling Jake, I decided to go get a pregnancy test or four just to be sure.

Sitting against the bathtub waiting for the timer to go off felt more like hours than it was minutes.

"Sweetheart? Are you in there?" Comes from outside the bathroom door and before I can stand to hide the tests, Jake comes walking in.

"There you are darlin, what are you doing on the-"Cutting himself off from finishing the sentence as he spots the pregnancy tests sitting on the counter.

Taking a deep breath in, "My periods late Jake and so I thought just to rule it out"

As I stand up, the timer goes off. Jake and I both look at each other before he flips one test and I flip another.

Positive they both read

Shocked, we look at each other once again before he suddenly darts towards me picking me up and slightly spins me.

Giggling, "I take it you're excited about it?" struck by the smile that emerges on his face

"Oh sweetheart, you made me the happiest" spinning me around again in our bathroom, sharing a smiled infused kiss

Well I guess we're having a baby.

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I hope I'm in your dreams (The way you are in all of my mine) - m.g.

Synopsis: Fanboy tends to drift to the background, happy to let Rooster and Phoenix shine in attention. But maybe he's found a place to shine. Tags: NSFT, alcohol, unprotected sex (Don't do this!), penetrative sex, creampie, implied cum eating, sappy emotions, dumb stupid ending lmao but to me its funny Word Count: 1.5k AN: umm I like Fanboy and uhhh wish he had more screen time LMAO

Mickey Garcia is used to being in the background. 

Not to the extent of Bob, who sits quietly, observing everything all the time. But Mickey plays a backup role within the Dagger squad. He’s not sure when he realized it. Somewhere between following Phoenix around, laughing at Roosters antics or, hell, sitting behind Payback in the fucking plane. 

And Mickey doesn’t mind per se. He truly doesn’t it. He loves his friends and he loves what he does. He clicks with them, they each have a role to play. 

And he does well enough for himself when it comes to romancing someone. Nowhere near as well as Hangman or Rooster, but as much as they attract attention, he’s a witness to the inevitable times they crash and burn, a loyal first responder to the wreckage.

He’s happy where he is. 

But dear god you have to be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his entire life. 

And as Mickey watches you raise your eyebrow at Jake, unimpressed by his antics, and he rethinks his place in the background. No, Mickey Garcia is going to woo you. 

As soon as he works up the nerve. 

Which is hard when you keep sending him cute little smiles, circling the rim of your glass with your finger, and- oh god why are you touching his arm? 

It’s been two weeks of back and forth antics, that ultimately end with him running away to the bar, or hiding outside to “catch some air.”

Bob thinks it's cause he really likes you, more than the random hookups he’s had in the past. Mickey had brushed it off at the time, but right now, watching you laugh at Coyote’s dumb joke has his blood boiling. 

“Just ask her out, man.” Reuben’s voice cuts through the chaos of Mickey’s mind. He's good like that, able to pull him out of his head when he overthinks.

But right now Mickey just takes a swig of his beer, eyes narrowed at Payback. His pilot holds his hands up in defense. “I’m just saying she’s clearly into you. Despite you fumbling the bag easily 3 different times.” 

“Shut up, Payback,” Mickey groans ignoring his embarrassment and taking another drink.

A warm hand slaps his back, and he sputters. 

“Better slow down on the beers, Fanboy. You may lose another chance to ask her out,” Rooster crows into his ear, a little too loudly. 

“Shut up!” Mickey repeats, praying to god you didn’t hear. Rooster laughs loudly, slapping his back again, and Mickey smiles at his own misfortune, wondering what’s wrong with himself. 

“Did I hear Mickey had too much to drink?” you call out, voice ringing out above the noise.

Fuck.

“Well, I certainly don’t mind taking you home. You and Payback still in that Navy house off base?” And Mickey just blinks up at you dumbly, wondering if you’re lips are as soft as they look.

“Yeah, we’re still there! I’ve got plans tonight, so I can’t take him home. Thanks so much.” Mickey's torn between thanking Reuben and strangling him, but you just smile, before gently tugging on his arm. 

“Let’s get you home, handsome.” 

The car ride is silent, and Mickey keeps glancing at you nervously. 

He’s a naval flight officer and a TOPGUN program graduate. His palms should not be sweating because of a random civilian who’s wormed her way into his friend group. 

But you look so pretty as the moon streams in through the window. 

“I’m not drunk,” he blurts out, and he winces when the car jerks slightly at his outburst. But you snort, rolling your eyes. 

“I know Mickey. I just wanted to spend some time with you alone, and it seemed like you wanted to get out of there.” 

“Oh.”

You hum in acknowledgment before shooting him a sly glance. 

“Now I’ll be a perfect gentleman, so don’t worry about me damaging your honor.”

He smiles at that, relaxing into his seat, and he tries to ignore the way your fingers ghost against each other on top of the armrest console. 

Mickey’s almost sad when you pull into the driveway of the shitty Navy housing he and Payback managed to score.

But then he realizes, one, he’s not actually drunk, two, you like him, and three, you want to be alone with him. And something clicks in his mind.

“Do you wanna come inside?” 

And you smile at him so prettily that his heart skips a beat.

“Why Lieutenant, I thought you’d never ask.”

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He hisses, sliding his cock through your folds, bumping the pearl of your clit. A small whine escapes your throat, hips bucking against him, trying to coax him inside. 

He watches your face as he continues to thrust like this, grazing your clit, soaking his cock. Mickey’s wanted you splayed out like this for him since the moment he first saw you, desire only increasing as he’s gotten to know you. He’s not going to rush this, no, Mickey wants you to remember this, him. Wants you to want him the way he wants you. 

“Mickey,” you cry out, pulling him from his thoughts, bringing him back to this moment. “Mickey, please. Please don’t make me wait anymore.” 

He coos at your begging, thumb sweeping away the tears that barely gather at the corner of your eyes. 

“Yea, baby? You’ve been so good for me, letting me take my time with you.” You nod, lips pursing in a pout as he leans forward to kiss them. “I’ll take care of you, baby. Give you what you need.” 

You smile against his lips, reaching a hand down to keep your pussy open for him. He hums, drawing back to watch, as his cock finally slips inside you. 

Mickey shivers, hissing at the warmth of your cunt as he slowly fills you. Holy fucking shit. 

Your hands lurch out, nails digging into his forearms. “Mickey! Shit.” He sighs, chest feeling empty as you clench around him. One of his hands grips your waist tightly, and his other hand wrangles one of yours, threading your fingers together.

“You feel so good, baby. Gonna move now,” he chokes out. You nod, squeezing his hand. 

Mickey draws back slowly, eyes nearly rolling back at the way you tighten around him as if you want him to stay inside. 

“Holy shit,” he mutters as he pushes back in. “You’re so wet for me, huh?” You nod, rocking your hips against him as his rhythm increases. 

“Yea,” you pant. “Been wanting you to fuck me for weeks, Lieutenant.” He groans, dropping to his forearms to kiss you. It’s messy, his tongue entering your mouth, as you gasp against him. His chest presses against yours, and you free your hands, only to anchor them on his back, nails dragging against his skin. 

The room fills with the wet sound of your arousal the smack of skin against skin. His bed creaks beneath you as his hips press you into the mattress. It’s lewd and makes your stomach flip in the best way possible.

He feels so good, so warm, surrounding you and filling you so sweetly. Your hips rock in time with his thrusts, and you shut your eyes, overwhelmed with a white-hot sensation that makes your toes curl.

Mickey inhales deeply, enraptured by you, the way your body moves beneath. So responsive, so sensitive... Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realizes he'd do anything to keep you happy, keep you safe.

There's a telltale twitch in his abdomen, and he frowns; he wishes he could last longer, but it's too much. You feel so good, the way you tighten around him like you want him to finish. But Mickey Garcia wants you to cum around his cock. Earlier on his fingers wasn't enough, he needs to feel it.

“God, you feel so good,” he mutters into your skin, leaving kisses as he trails down your neck. “Such a good girl for me.” 

You preen under his attention, shivering under his touch. “Wanted you so bad, Mickey. Kept touching myself, pretending it was you,” you confess, feeling drunk from the way he's fucking you. 

“Oh fuck.” Mickey’s cock twitches inside you, and his brain is flooded with images of you writhing on a bad, fingers shoved in your cunt, wanting him there. “Fuck, baby. Fuck. Never leaving you empty again.” 

“Mickey, I’m close,” you whine, almost embarrassed at how desperate you are, but you can’t find it in you to care, not when Mickey’s looking at you with hearts in his eyes, his hips continuously crashing into yours. 

“I know, baby,” he whispers, and he manages to force his hand where your bodies meet, a thick finger swirling against your clit. You whine, jaw clenching as your body tenses, your pussy feeling molten as Mickey continues to fuck into you. 

It’s intense, more intense than normal, the pressure feeling monumental, and you cry out, writhing against the bed, as you cum around his cock. It feels so good, a release you've been craving for weeks.

Mickey groans, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of you pulsing around him, and his core flexes, as he finally lets your warm cunt milk him for what he’s worth. 

You stay tense around him, thighs clenched at his waist, arms grappled around his torso. 

It's with soft words and gentle hands that Mickey unwraps you, pressing sweet kisses on your face. He gently removes his softening cock, soothing you with kisses as you hiss at the discomfort. 

You’re completely fucked out, chest heaving as your eyes shut. Mickey watches you with fondness and a deep ache in his heart. And something in his gut stirs. Slowly, as if not to spook you, he leaves a trail of kisses down your sweaty body, and he finds himself between your thighs. 

“Mickey?” you ask shakily, blinding reaching to pet his hair. He nuzzles into the plushness of your flesh, thumbs gently pulling your fucked out cunt apart, and he watches as his cum trickles out of you. Fuck.

“Let me do this for you, baby. Please, gotta taste us.” You whine, propping yourself up to watch him, and he grins at you, something in it shys on the side of arrogance, but it makes your heart stutter. 

As your moans fill the air, Mickey hums against your cunt. 

Everyone has their spot, a role to fill, and he now knows without a doubt, that he was made to be in-between your legs. 

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Hold my Hand

Song- ‘Hold My Hand’ by Lady Gaga

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x aviator reader - callsign ‘Monarch’

Warnings: mentions of a jet accident, an almost panic attack, some descriptions of scars, angst to fluff. This one is really long!! But please enjoy, leave a like or reblog to share :)💕💕

Summary: Hangman and his wingman Monarch, embark on a mission that almost cost there lives. Now, in the aftermath of it all, will Hangman trust himself to let his wingman lead him back to the skies?

  ‘“Hey Hangman we got some trouble behind us!!”

 “I can see that Monarch! Just hold on! We’re going to make it out of this!!”

 “They’re at our tail Hangs!! Move it!!”

 Hangman looked at his radar and in seconds it all shut off on him, making him go into panic mode as everything followed and shutdown as well. He shouted to his backseater who was his wingman, Monarch,

  “EJECT MONARCH EJECT!! WE’RE GOING IN!!”

 “HANGMAN ITS NOT PULLING!!”

 The F-18 had already started going straight down, heading right for the ocean under them. The shots they had gotten previously from the mission they had completed successfully, was beginning to show its handy work because it damaged the jet completely, and went to shit in mid air. Hangman knew he shouldn’t of stuck around for so long after they had completed the mission, as his backseater had told him, ‘Let’s just do this and get out of here, no need to stick around and finish the rest.’ But Hangman being himself, wanted to prove that he could ‘Do it all’. And because of his boastful and cocky actions, it cost him the safety of his wingman and himself, they couldn’t eject, and the last words he heard was Monarch cries of desperation for not being able to eject, and they had finally hit the ocean, in seconds it went all black and silent for the both of them.

 2 months later...

 Tell me you need me

Hold my hand, everything will be ok

I’ve heard from the heavens that clouds have been grey,

Pull me close, wrap me in your aching arms

I see that you’re hurtin’, why’d you take so long?

 After the incident, Monarch and Hangman had ended up in the hospital, after being searched for for at least 3 hours. Once in the safety and comfort of the Navy Base Hospital, it was confirmed that both would live, but they both had suffered extended injuries; Monarch had a broken arm and a couple of ribs, and Hangman got a terrible concussion, along with a broken foot and ribs too. It was a miracle that they both had survived, the only thing that saved them was the fact that their bodies had been relaxed enough were the bones weren’t tense enough to break more, which could’ve caused a punctured lung or artery, making their survival less likely. Now, both aviators are in therapy on base, Monarch had gotten better quickly, she was on her feet in no time- (of course after severe clearing from her doctor and specialist) but she was already preparing for her first day back in the air sense the incident which was 2 months ago. Hangman on the other hand, was recovering very slowly, because his mind was focused on the fact, that because he was so eager to show off his skills, he had almost killed his wingman, his best friend, and not-admitted crush/lover. He couldn’t bare the thought of ever going back and causing the same accident, which could probably not promise surviving again. His therapist tried talking him into the fact it wasn’t his fault, he was just trying to finish the entire corse, but Hangman explained that his wingman had said to go back because they wouldn’t make it home after the hits they got, if they finished the corse, and she was more than painfully right in the end. Hangman had even distanced himself from Monarch, but not before he made sure she was alive and well, but after that, he hid away from her completely, not wanting to see the damage his ego had cost her. She sported the bruises on her soft, toned stomach and chest, and some stitches on her left arm, from the surgeons opening it up to take out the shards of glass that was in it, he hated to see it, it screamed him and he felt terribly sorry and guilty for it. 

 To tell me you need me?

I see that you’re bleeding

You don’t need to show me again

But if you decide to, I’ll ride in this life with you

I won’t let go ‘til the end

  Monarch had done her best to reach out to him too and say it wasn’t his fault, but he pushed her farther away each time, refusing to accept her apology and forgiving heart. 

  But soon, it was clear that it all began to eat him up, of course he missed the skies and the jets, it was his life, being Hangman was someone he was born to be, but the guilt of what Hangman had cost, kept him away. His therapist and wing buddies hated seeing this once boastful, happy and griny guy, now looking like a dark cloud hovered him 24/7 with pouring rain, tears of sadness and regret. And because of it, it was affecting his recovery and it’s speed, so, his friends came up with a solution, and good one too, (Maverick and Rooster came up with it by the way ;) One day after Monarch had done her training, she was told that she could fly later that afternoon, for the first time after waiting forever. She was thrilled and excited, but her heart sank a little when she asked if Hangman was going to be there too, and the answer was no because he hadn’t been cleared off yet. But soon, they both would be in a place they belonged, as that afternoon Hangman was wheeled by Rooster to the runway where Monarch’s jet rested, and Monarch was led by Mavericks hand to the same place. But before Maverick got close enough, he told her what to do, saying it was more than allowed because he said so. Once Monarch was in front of Hangman, confusion was read on his face as they looked at each other, but soon, on Hangman’s face, that confusion turned into worry and fear, while Monarch looked at him with compassion and with an urge to just embrace him. Maverick and Rooster left them both to be alone, so, Monarch broke the silence first when she said in a breathy and soft tone,

  “Hi Hangs..”

Hangman looked at his wrapped up foot, refusing to see the eyes he had fallen for and dearly missed, as he replied in a voice that was barely above a whisper, but his Texan drawl still came out sweetly,

  “Hey darls..”

‘Darls’ was the nickname he had given her, because she didn’t like him calling her ‘Darlin’ like he did to all his booty-call chicks, so he stuck to that and she liked it. And hearing it come out of his mouth was a step forward to breaking the wall he had created, Monarch even smiled to herself and the sound of it. Deep down Monarch was hoping to hear him go on with his sentence with something. And not an apology, because she had told him many times that it wasn’t his fault, but just words that let her see why he had left her to hang, words that made her heart understand why he couldn’t let it all go like she had, forgive himself like she had forgiven him, but instead, she was met with a sudden sniffle that left his pretty lips, making her drop to her knees in front of him instantly and grabbing his warm, shaking hands into her steady, cold ones. 

 So cry, tonight

But don’t you let go of my hand

You can cry every last tear

I won’t leave ‘til I understand

Promise me, just hold my hand

 Hangman couldn’t look at her no matter how close she was, he could smell the vanilla sweat that radiated off her body, the stupid minty gum she always chewed, even the remnants of the oil on her hands from fixing her jet up, along with honey scented hand wash. Monarch desperately searched his green orbs as she asked him with concern,

 “Hangman.. what’s wrong, please talk to me-“

 Hangman shook his head no while let out a soft sob,

  “I’m so sorry Monarch.. it wasn’t supposed to go down like this-“

  “Hey hey.. I’ve heard that a million times already.. and I’ve forgiven every single apology. It’s done.. tell me why.. Hangs tell me why you’re still like this?”

  His eyes went from looking at his foot, to their holding hands, and now fixated on her face.. and to her eyes they finally rested, he simply shrugged and held back the words that threatened to come out freely but would only be stuttered out probably. But Monarch waited patiently, she knew he had an answer, and it finally came out in a trembling tone, he tried to hide his emotions, but after holding and bottling them for so long, it came out like a river, with tears and all,

  “I.. I just can’t get out of my head the fact that I almost killed you because I didn’t listen, -“

 “But-“

 Hangman squeezed her hand tightly and almost begged,

  “Please.. just, let me say what I need to say.”

  Monarch sent him an apologetic look with a small smile and nod, he took that as his cue to proceed, so he took a deep breath before continuing,

  “So, I’m just scared for that to happen again, yes, everyone says it wasn’t my fault because I was just doing what I thought was the right thing to do, finish the corse, but you told me to not go on, because the jet wouldn’t make it.. this time it wasn’t about the pilot, it was about the plane, and I completely brushed it off, resulting in our accident. And as much as I ..-“

  He let go of Monarch’s hand to wipe his tears, but she was quicker to do the gesture, but lovingly and gently, and she kept her hand resting on his cheek as the other stayed interlocked with his fingers.  He leaned into her touch as the warmth embraced his wet cheek, he grabbed her hand from his face and held it against his chest. Monarch smiled at him and voiced her words that were barley audible,

  “Go on.. I’m not leaving until you tell me everything and I understand.”

 Doing simply that was what broke him, he didn’t understand how she could still love and trust him, after he gave up everything because he couldn’t demonstrate either. And that’s what he said exactly,

  “I don’t know how you do it Dalrs.. if it was the other way around, I don’t know how I’d feel, be angry probably and resilient.. not forgive like you had, at least not so quickly.. but you did.. and I can’t live with how loving and forgiving you are, I can’t live with the fact that you can tolerate my shit like no one else and still be the first to defend me in a fist fight, I can’t understand why you still show up, why you choose to go on with me, why you.. why you fight to not let me go everyday, when I let you go so easily. W-Why Monarch?”

 A broken sob left his lips again as he looked down at their hands, and by this point Monarch had shed some tears of her own, in all her life of knowing Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, she had never heard him say something so meaningful and serious, he always was cocky and arrogant, meaning so were his actions and words, but this time, they reflected who he really was under it all. His words reflected that in the end, when the day was over, when no one was there to see him but the stars, he was just a simple man, wanting to be seen as someone bigger than he believed he was, that while underneath everything was shattered and lonely, he wanted his appearance to be strong and unbeatable, and it definitely fed his ego, but it only satisfied it for so long, cause in the end he felt more empty and lonely than ever. And at last Monarch was able to see this side of him, his true self, making her understand his every move sense the start, she used the back of her hand to wipe the tears that had collected on his chin, and her thumb to wipe his lips too, she then replied to him sweetly and simply while she tilted his chin up,

  “Look at me Hangman..”

 Hangman found her eyes as she began to say,

  “You want to know why I always come back, why I am how I am with you? Because I’m your best friend, and I am your wingman. I’ll always come back to you. Because that’s what we do.”

 Raise you head, look into my wishful eyes

That fear that’s inside you will lift, give it time

I can see everything you’re blind to now

Your prayers will be answered, let God whisper how

 Hangman searched her eyes for any doubt, but he only found them to be filled with a passion and love he couldn’t describe but only feel. Monarch had asked him to be her wingman, after they went on a mission for the first time together and were the best and most successful. He said yes, not realizing that it would be the best decision of his life, because she was his wingman for everything, both in the good and bad, in and out of the Navy, she stood beside him through every correctional lecture he got from his Admirals, through the nights he’d be so drunk from going all out at Hard Deck, she’d be the sober one picking up his pieces and making sure he made it home safe. She took the blame for him a couple of times, because his shenanigans were becoming more consistent, and the punishment was big if he screwed up again, which he did, but she painted her hands red for it, to spare him. Hangman was now very afraid of the power she had over his heart, but a good power, because he didn’t realize that he had made her presence and heart his source to breathe. Monarch then got up and gave him a smile as she said,

 “On my first day back in the skies, I wanted you to come in the back with me.”

  Hangman’s face lift up as he questioned,

 “Are you.. sure? You don’t have to-“

 “I want to Hangs.. I really do, I can’t do this without you. I need your here with me.”

  Her requesting his presence squeezed his heart so warmly, she indeed did love and need his everything as much as he did, though neither ever admitted it. He looked down at himself, but Monarch knew what he was going to say, so she beat him to it with a simple,

  “I’ll get you dressed, into your flight suit and all, and we’ll help each other get you in yeah?”

  Jake shook his head as he extended his hand to her, she took it as he sighed,

  “Thank you, for being my wingman.”

 Monarch kissed his wrist and forehead as she smiled,

  “Thank you too. Now let’s go.”

 To tell me you need me, I see that you’re bleeding

You don’t need to show me again

But if you decide to, I’ll ride in this life with you

I won’t let go ‘til the end

 Monarch wheeled Hangman to the locker room, and after standing him up slowly and carefully, she helped him slip into his flight suit that had been abandoned for a really long time, as so it seemed. Naturally Monarch showed her attentive gestures, like holding his foot so gently so it could slip into the pant leg easily, steadying his waist so he could pull up the pants, untucking his dogtags from his shirt so it could rest above his suit, zipping up the flight suit slowly so it wouldn’t catch on his clothes underneath, and lastly the equipment he needed to go on the jet.  

  Hangman was so close to bursting into tears again as he watch Monarch do all of this silently but lovingly, she would only let out a few, 

  ‘I’m going to hold you here ok?’

 ‘We’re almost done Hangs, you’re doing good.’

 ‘Sorry! Did I hurt you?’

  Hangman would respond each one with a ‘thank you’ and ‘it’s more than ok’ also,

 ‘No, you didn’t hurt me I promise’. 

  Soon Monarch checked him and saw he was ready, and so was she, as she was about to bring him his wheel chair, Hangman protested,

  “I uh.. I think I want to try and walk on my own, without the chair.”

  Monarchs face lit up as she cheered sweetly,  

  “Oh great! Ok! Here, I’ll be right by your side, hold on to my shoulder here and I’ll hold your waist.”

  “Oh- ok.. thanks.”

 Having her support there made him more confident to not be wheeled out this time, or if not, not even ever again. Monarch did exactly what she said they would, as they both walked in Hangman’s pace to the jet, he still couldn’t get over her warm touch, how comforting it felt, or her eyes when they stole a glance from one another, he found ‘home’ in them every time. The moment came when it was time to get in, Monarch with one hand pulled out the ladder to her side of the jet, and let it fall to the ground, she then told Hangman,

  “Ok, lean here for now, I’m going to climb up, then help you be pulled up here onto the wing so we can get you in your seat alright? We still gotta be careful with your foot remember?”

  Hangman let out a contented but nervous sigh,

  “Of course.. ok, just be careful-“

 In a heart beat Monarch was already on the top, she looked down at him with a million dollar smile as she encouraged,

  “I’ll always be! Ok! Come on, your turn!”

 Her smile gave him adrenaline like no other. Hangman was able to manage on his own with the hurt foot quite well, but getting into a jet was a whole different exercise. But, he was slow and steady as she grabbed his hands and helped him up the ladder easily and somewhat swiftly once they both got a good grip of each other. Monarch then lead him to his back seat, and Hangman was able to sit down and take a deep breath of happiness. He felt the seat around him and ran his fingers over the buttons in front of him, remembering the familiarity of it all. It was like riding a bike to him, the knowledge of everything he knew about TopGun was in his blood, it was who he was. Monarch watched him with warmth spreading into her chest, her love for him only increasing more. He must of felt her gaze as he suddenly turned locked his green, shining orbs onto hers. He smiled when she caught herself staring and blushed deeply while looking away, but Hangman let out a chuckle as he chided,

  “I know I’m pretty.. but not as pretty as you.”

 Monarch looked back at him and punched his arm with a laugh,

  “There he is.. my cheeky pilot.. now, let’s get this done.”

  Hangman rolled his eyes playfully at being called ‘cheeky’, but that feeling was long gone once the jet roared to life under him as the top closed, encasing them both into the reality that they would both be in the air together, for the first time, sense the accident. He let out a shaky breath as he clutched his fists onto his suit, and bounced his good leg, but Monarch came to the rescue with her calming words,

  “Just breathe with me Hangs.. it’s just you and me, and new moment to erase our nightmares..”

  Hangman’s breath hitched at the mention of nightmares, he had been having plenty, terrible ones too, and he figured that Monarch must’ve had her fair share of them, so he understood her when she said, that she was willing to make this moment something good to remember and sleep through. Hangman then heard her through the radio as she suggested,

  “If you’re scared.. just close your eyes, ok? And I’ll let you know when we’re in the air.”

  “O-ok.. yeah, yeah I’ll do that.”

 “Great!”

So cry, tonight

But don’t you let go of my hand

You can cry every last tear

I won’t leave ‘til I understand 

Promise you’ll just hold my hand

Hold my hand, hold my

Hold my hand, my hand

I'll be right here, hold my hand

Hold my hand, hold my

Hold my hand, my hand

I'll be right here, hold my hand

I know you’re scared and your pain is imperfect,

But don’t you give up on yourself

I’ve heard a story, a girl, she once told me

That I would be happy again

  Hangman could feel the jet start to move, to where he assumed was the runway, to take off. He thought closing his eyes was a good suggestion at first, but then he started to hear and remember Monarchs screams through the radio as she sat behind him panicking,

  ‘HANGMAN I CANT EJECT! It won’t go!! HANGS WE’RE GOING DOWN!!’

 Hangman’s breathing began to come out unsteady and his hands starting shaking, he opened his eyes and moved his head to looked ahead, hey were still on ground and very alive, he didn’t want to sound like a weak person or even scared, but his mouth was quicker than his mind telling him to stop when he almost begged,

  “Hey Monarch.. um can you sing to me while we take off? Like- uh.. what’s that song you like so much? The one from that movie with Cooper guy you like and Lady Gaga?”

 Monarch smiled to herself and felt sympathetic for Hangman as she knew exactly what he was asking for, she quickly answered him before he could get more ansy, because she too was beginning to feel scared and a little nervous. 

   “Yeah I know which one you’re talking about.. it’s called ‘Shallow’-“

  “Yeah! That one! Could you sing that like, while we go off?”

  “Of course, sit back and just relax, I’m gonna start pushing forward at a high speed to gain the amount of power we need to lift off ok?”

  “Ok, but start singing now-“

 Monarch cut him off as she began to sing,

 “Tell me something, boy... aren’t you tired of tryin’ to fill that void? Or do you need more? Ain’t it hard keeping it so hard core...”

  Hangman listened to her angelic voice hitting the notes in a way that made his heart swoon, he still could feel the jet beginning to gain speed and power, it all felt so familiar but scary, like when you’ve seen the same horror movie so many times but still get fooled by that one stupid jump scare, that’s how it felt, you knew what it felt like and had seen it before, but this time, it was a little more nerve-wrecking. He took a deep breath as they got closer to take off and he took in Monarchs next words,

  “I’m falling.. in all the good times I find myself.. Longing for a change, and in the bad times I fear myself..”

  Monarch took a large, and deep breath in as she pulled the throttle back and lifted the jet, but at the same time she shouted happily for Hangman,

  ‘I’M OFF THE DEEP END!! WATCH AS I DIVE IN!!! I’LL NEVER MEET THE GROUND! CRASH THROUGH THE SURFACE, WHERE THEY CAN’T HARM US..-‘

  ‘We’re far from the shallow nowwww...’

 Monarch caught Hangman singing the last of the chorus in his shy but gorgeous Texan accent, making her smile proudly to herself, wanting to so badly admit how much of her heart he had stolen. Hangman had prolonged the ‘now’ just perfectly, making everything around them fly smoothly, as they both came to the realization, that they were now 3,000ft in the air. Hangman let out a soft laughter of relief,

  “You did it Darls! Look at us!!”

 Monarch followed his excitement as she replied,

  “We did it Hangs.. you and I.. look down below.”

 Hangman looked below and they soared above the blue ocean, he could feel his body turn cold immediately, remembering what it felt like the few seconds of falling six feet under the water, until it went black. Monarchs heart pinched too, but she knew Hangman must’ve been feeling worse, so she was quick to fix their feelings,

  “In the sha-ha, sha-hallow... in the sha-ha, sha-la-la-la-low..-“

  “”we’re far from the shallow now...””

Hearing Hangman’s voice come through the radio to help her finish the song again was enough to know that he was going to be ok, Monarch then asked him voicing her concern.

  “You ok back there?”

 “Yeah.. thank you.. I don’t know what I would’ve done....”

  Monarch finished his sentence as she replied honestly,

  “You’re welcome my wingman..-“

 Then with a voice that let Hangman know she was wearing a shit-eating grin she added,

  “now, how about we take a detour and explore the mountains? Something other than theeeeese waaaaaves?!”

  Clapping Hangman let out a howl, bringing out his excited and loud sled again,

  “Woooooo!!! Lead the way m’lady!!”

 Monarch cheered along with him as she did a full spin a couple of times, showing off her abilities to perform some cool tricks with the jets, reminding him that he was the one that had taught her to do each one, giving him credit for the bravery she had to take the next step. Hangman unnoticeably shed some tears at hearing her honest praise and appreciation, making it finally clear to him, that he couldn’t let the day end, or heck, not even this joyride end without him telling her that he loved her so deeply and passionately,

  Hold my hand

Hold my hand 

Hold my hand

Hold my hand

With all the courage that could be summed up in Jake Seresins body, he blurted out,

  “Monarch! I- Shit ! DAMN IT- DARLS I LOVE YOU!!”

  Even above all the noise around them from the loud roaring jet, Monarchs gasp at Hangman’s sudden confession wasn’t missed, it was heard loud and clear, she stayed silent for a few seconds, making Hangman making his plan B come to place,

  “I’m so sorry that was crazy of me-“

  “JAKE I LOVE YOU TOO!! I really do!!”

Now it was Jakes turn to gasp, but with excitement as he questioned her to have her say it again,

  “What?! Wait really?!”

 “Yes! I’ve been in love with you all my life! You’re more than a wingman to me Seresin.. really, I love you.”

  Hangman chuckled,

  “Baby I love you too.. more than words can describe.. man I can’t believe it took this to happen for us to confess our feelings..”

  “But it was so worth it.. I wouldn’t change it for anything Hangman.”

  “Neither would I Monarch. Never, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

 Monarch gasped again as she squealed with anticipation,

  “Seresin! Are you-“

  “Yes I’m proposing! Please say, yes!!”

 Monarch started to cry as she glided their jet over the mountains, they looked so beautiful under her as the sun began to set and paint them an endearing color, making their moment even special, because everything around them was becoming and looking more beautiful. Monarch wiped her eyes as she cried,

  “Ask me!! Come on!”

 “Oh oh! Right!! Ok, Monarch, the love of my life and wingman, best friend and just my everything, will you do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me? Will you marry me?”

  Monarch sent their jet upside down over a waterfall as they headed towards the setting sun, replying with a happy tone,

  “YES!! Yes yes!! A million times yes!!”

Hold my hand

Hold my hand

Hold my haaaaand

After that splendid flight they had, they safely made it back on ground in base.    

  Monarch was the first to unbuckle herself and toss her helmet off to throw herself onto Hangman who was still in the back, she embraced him with all her might, as he pulled her closer and onto his lap, cradling her head and holding her torso so impossibly close to his body. They together began to cry their emotions out, letting so many unspoken words come through tears, the stress of being separated for so long pour out through their embrace. Monarch pulled away first as she cradled his face in her hands, but Hangman pulled her left hand away as he placed on her wedding finger a paper ring, that he had made out of a piece of paper that he had ripped from the Jets Manuel.  

  She smiled at it and leaned in for their first kiss that he met her halfways for. Without realizing it, they let out a breath of relief through the kiss, searching for answers as it was deepened and passionate, Hangman squeezed Monarchs hips as she tightened her arms around his neck, tilting her head to explore what love felt like through a kiss with Hangman, and he satisfied her well when he slipped his tongue into her pretty mouth and gained dominance, relishing the moment with her in every second. 

  Pulling away to catch their breaths, they leaned their foreheads on one another’s, and Hangman breathed out one more time,

  “I love you Monarch.”

 Smiling to herself Monarch replied the words Hangman was going to hear for the rest of his life,

  “I love you more Hangman.”

I heard from the Heavens...

[certaincollectionlandblog]

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell with a younger SO

- Pete met you at the Hard Deck while you were celebrating your 21st birthday with some friends, your charm and laughter that filled the room managed to fill his heart and grab his attention

- He had Penny send over a beer to you to help the pretty girl celebrate her birthday and hoped deep inside that you didn’t see him as a pervy old man

- When you looked over at who Penny said bought you the beer you were in shock! It was an attractive older gentleman with kind eyes and a small smile on his face as he sat at the bar nursing one of the same beers he had Penny send your way.

- “What’s your name?” You shout across the bar and he laughs when he shouts back “Pete, all of my buddies call me Maverick”. You two were inseparable ever since.

- You never had any doubts in your relationship, but it did take Pete a little bit to not feel ashamed of how people looked at you two. You finally sat him down and told him that if he wants to continue to ask ashamed of you that you would leave him for someone that didn’t make you feel like a dirty little secret. Now that lit a fire under him! “Sweetheart you are never going to be my dirty little secret. I love you and I just worry that people will treat you differently because you’re with an old man like me. I don’t want you to look back later and regret us.” That had you crying as you grabbed his shoulders, looked him square in the eyes, and said “Pete Mitchell you make me the happiest girl alive and I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide me anymore! I want to meet your friends and your co-workers and hang out with their girlfriends and wives.”

- Pete invited you to stop by the base for lunch one day after he finished training his class at TopGun. Hangman walked in on you giving Mav a kiss on the check. “I didn’t know you had a daughter. Sweetheart you are gorgeous, maybe you could see me when you stop by to see pops sometimes” he says with a wink. You spit out your water laughing. “I may call him daddy, but he certainly isn’t my dad” you shoot back laughing even louder when that causes Mav to choke on his sandwich and Hangman to drop his jaw to the floor and walk out.

- Word of Mav and his younger hot girlfriend spread through the members of his class at TopGun. The boys just couldn’t believe it, but Phoenix thought it was nice to know another woman in town. You and Phoenix really hit it off and often spent time joking about what a dick Hangman could be.

- Maverick decided to move permanently near base so he could stay near you after the mission. In fact when he told you he was moving you invited him to live in your house with you! It had plenty of room and your grandmother had left it to you when she passed, so it meant a lot to be adding another chapter of life to house’s history.

- You jokingly have him in your phone as “old man” and he has you in his phone as “Y/N 🙂”. You would text him pictures of dogs you saw out while at work and running errands in the beginning and slowly it turned to baby items and cute married couples you saw. Now Mav is a smart man and he could pick up on things pretty fast. “Sweetheart do you have something you want to tell me?” He as you both are curled up on the coach. “What do you mean?”, “now I may not be as tech savvy as you, but when you’re sending me photos of baby stuff and couples I’m pretty sure you’re dropping a hint” he says as he plays with your left hand. You blushes hiding your face in his neck as you mumble and answer. “What was that sweetheart? You know I can’t hear you with my old man ears when you mumble” he says as he laughs. You giggle and raise your head up long enough to pipe out “I want to marry you and get to have your cute little babies and build a family together” before quickly hiding your face in his neck again. “Well honey I thought you would never ask” he says as he leans back so he can see your face. “You’re not mad at me or think we’re moving too fast?” “Honey I love you and I knew you were the one for me when I laid my eyes on you at the Hard Deck”.

- You two get married at City Hall after deciding that neither of you needed or wanted a fancy wedding to show your love for one another. Phoenix called you miss Mav for the first few weeks noticing it made you light up like a Christmas tree.

- Ultimately Maverick would love you and make sure that you two had fun together. He would learn to care less what others thought of the two of you and he knew that if anyone said anything to you about it that his entire class at TopGun, especially Phoenix would be ready to kick their ass.

[wildrabit101]

i need a top gun: maverick x bau!oc fic so badly

[planesgobrrrrrrrrr]

WHO WOULD YOU RATHER?

Pairing: phoenix x fem!pilot! Reader

Summary: I’m a self indulgent slut😙

Fox-readers callsign

Phoenix would never admit to having a more than platonic site set on you. 

The smirks and smiles that pulled your pink lips in the most mouth watering of ways, the swing of your hips paired with the confidence you carried flawlessly with every step. 

Every detail had caught Nat, hook, line and sinker. 

Fox. 

if you asked her teammates phoenix it was because of the grace, stealth and speed she portrayed in the air, but if you ask any butthurt sailor that you had left in your wake while blazing your trail in the navy, it was the wit, sass and flirtatious statements that could make the most stone cold sailors lose attention. 

Hangman was a prime example, the Texan was capable of finding and poking every button, but never yours and it seems that this was what led you to where you were now.

—

“You really know how to pick em bagman” you drawled reentering the secluded corner and pool table dagger squad had commandeered, one of hangman's lady friend had been manning the bar. 

“Jealous foxy?” he smirked, back propped against the wall 

Phoenix watched from her seat as you licked your lips, a similar smile to his playing across your face.

“She didn't really seem satisfied after whatever service you provided, sooooo no.”

You eyed the bear bottles you held, “I can't remember which one she spit in” 

With the click of your tongue you seem to feign realization “it was this one!”    you plant the glass in his hand with a smile 

“enjoy, cause I think that's the closest you'll get to a round two with her”          you click the bottles necks together and saunter over to the beat up leather loveseat phoenix had resided in. 

You plop down and bump your hip into hers, phoenix flushes just slightly as you sink into the seat, throwing an arm over the back, pressing across the span of her shoulders. 

The night went as any other, tipsy slowly spilled over to drunk but one thing remained as steady as the flow of drinks among them.                                          The constant snide remarks and sarcasm between you and the cocky blonde on the other side of the pool table, stalking one another like predator and prey. 

Predator and predator felt more accurate, every jab went straight for the throat-

But no one was ready for what bagman was about to pull out of his very drunk ass.

“So we've all heard of your track record-”

“Are you seriously talking to me about track records, you manwhor-!”

“Who would you rather fuck?”

Everyone reacted to this suddenly, having been tuning out the pair since the sun had been above the horizon.

“Hangman, keep your thoughts in your pants!”

“What kinda kink is this man?”

“I don't want to know the answer to this”

“I definitely do!”

You take a long pull of your beer and set it on the table, taking a glance over your shoulder at phoenix who remained beside you on the seat, shooting her a wink.

She definitely takes a moment to duck her head; thanking whatever god is out there for making fox turn back towards hangman before she can see the vigorous blush that rose on her cheeks

“Who are you offering?” she asks smoothly, confidence clear in your tone. 

Natasha could die right then and there as the sound seems to run straight between her thighs

“Rooster, fanboy, payback, anddddd yale.”

“Aw, not gonna put yourself in the runnin’ pretty boy?”

He staggers a bit at the drawled pet name and you smile.

“Well do you want me in it darlin?”

“Nope.” 

“Go on and choose then.” he bites. 

You sit smirking, scanning the room, rooster has a shit eating grin, enjoying the game of cat and mouse you were dragging seresin through.

Hangman stalks closer “cat got your tongue foxy? Where’s all that sass gone?”

You smile, and drop back into your seat “Its a pretty easy choice bagman.”

“Oh is it?”

You take your hand off your beer bottle and drop it beside you, onto nats thigh, squeezing the supply skin before settling into tracing small circles on the inside.

“Nix.” you stated, like it was the most obvious thing ever. 

Fanboy sputtered on his beer 

“Damn, didn't see that coming”

“Shit”

“Right on” 

Hangman clearly didn't have anything else he felt the need to say and you smiled as the tense pull of her muscles beneath your hand eased out and phoenix slipped into your side, the weight of your hand seemed like the only thing she could have a coherent thought about in that moment.

And for the rest of the night as it wandered to rest in other places- but that was just for the two of you.

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well- i did that 🧍‍♀️

give input on if i should- do it again?? 

(idfk yall im here for a good time not a longtime)

[fightertown-usa]

as it was. ( bradley bradshaw "rooster" x reader )

( gif not mine )

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x fem!reader

synopsis: in which things just aren’t the same, and it takes a life threatening accident to make rooster come to his senses and true feelings

word count: 1.7k

warnings: angst/fluff

note: inspired by harry bc i feel like this would slay; also i wanna make this two parts so slay? also; reader’s call sign is dasher. bc like on dasher on dancer; like christmas esque but also like the song do the dash can u make it go fast lol idk! Enjoy; also my hangman reader is gonna be mentioned, bc i like connecting my worlds lol. I think this is gonna be in three parts, so strap in!

part two part three

also i didnt check this for errors so bare w me pls

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gravity’s holdin me back.

the thrill never gets old. the butterflies that clump around in your stomach, aching to be set free as you shoot off into the sky. but then again, the butterflies only started showing up around the same time that he started flying with you, which was coincidentally when you started flying. it seems taking a few years off to go to law school before heading to top gun to train did you some good, as you had the honor of meeting bradley bradshaw, callsign: rooster.

in this world

it’s just us.

the sky was your oyster, or f-18. becoming close with rooster was truly  an experience. while upon arrival at top gun you hadn’t planned on making many friends and wanted to focus mainly on your training, you had the timely offer from rooster one day to go down to the beach with him and some other trainees to play some volleyball. she could vividly recall him taking off his sunglasses and giving her a pouty look, practically begging her to come and play some volleyball. it didn’t help that he looked delicious in his white muscle tank and floral, unbuttoned t shirt. his tussled hair and sunkissed skin only made you want to refuse, as you told yourself you shouldn’t be searching for a love interest for your lonely sad life. so, you compromised. “cmon dasher, what else are you gonna do on your off day? sit around and map out flight plans?” he said, a sly grin on his face as he leaned into your door frame. you narrowed your eyes, and his smile said, before you said, “prepared to get your ass handed to you rooster,” before closing the door on him and changing into your beach fit before rejoining him.

in this world

it’s just us.

the two of you sat on the beach, having just graduated from top gun. the crashing waves against the sand did nothing to help relax your heartbeat as rooster draped an arm around your shoulders, bringing you into his side. you relaxed into his touch, used to his casual affection he sometimes graced you wish. it was mostly friendly, or so you thought, he’d casually bump your shoulder whenever he walked past you, or whenever your shared friends departed from the hard deck after a few drinks, he would drape his arm around your shoulders as he walked you to your car. and on rare occasion, you don’t remember if you imagined it or not, due to the fact you were absolutely hammered and spewing out bullshit here and there, you could’ve sworn he’d kissed your cheek when he dropped you off at your quarters. but then again, you were also plastered, so you could’ve just imagined it. not the first time you’d imagined him kissing you anyways. but something about when he draped his arm around your shoulders and ever so lightly pulled you into him felt different. something was in between you, begging to be let out. “where you heading next,” rooster spoke softly, catching you by surprise. “higher-ups said the cia needed support out in the middle east, said they needed a top fighter for a few years, i told ‘em i’d consider it,” you spoke. the job offer had just been dropped on you at the end of your graduation, as you had graduated almost at the top of your class, and your commander had insisted that you take it. what surprised you the most was that instead of feeling jittery at the thought of already receiving a mission, you felt oddly sad about leaving behind the little scene you had created for yourself, and leaving behind him. 

“you should take it, you’re one of the best of our class, you’d be stupid to refuse,” bradley spoke. you didn’t need to look at him to see that his brow had creased ever so slightly, something weighing in on him. “and you rooster? where in the world are you off to?” you asked, and rooster chuckled lightly. “wherever the navy’ll take me dash,” he spoke, the nickname he’d given you rolling off his tongue smoothly. he was the only one who called you that, and it seemed to be an unspoken rule that only he was able to call you that. 

“when do you leave?”

“7am sharp if i want the job”

“you better take it”

“what if i don’t want to?”

“what could possibly be holding you back”

you. you are holding me back. a part of you wished he would ask you to stay, to stay with him, to fly with him, and to never leave. you begged him in your mind, screaming at him to ask you to stay. instead, without waiting for you to answer he squeezed your shoulder, before planting a kiss to your temple. “g’bye dash,” he whispered, before getting up, and walking away from you. “rooster, wait!” you exclaimed, as you scrambled to get up, the sand slightly being an impediment, as you went to catch up with him. he acted as though he didn’t hear you, and dared not to turn around, not wanting to show you the tears that were slowly filling his eyes. he didn’t deserve to need you when he knew that more important causes needed you more than he did. he couldn’t give you what you couldn’t already give yourself. you were always the better flyer anyways, and he’d only hold you back from doing incredible things. “bradley,” you cried out, exasperated as he continued to walk away from you. only when he heard his name did he stop in his tracks. as you finally caught him. “is that it? just goodbye, that’s it?” you said loudly, sadness looming in your voice as you asked him, tears threatening to cloud your vision as you tried to acknowledge the wedge between you. “it’s been fun flying with you dasher, but that’s all it’s been. just flying,” bradley spoke, breaking his heart as he heard you sniffle, as your heart was stabbed with his words. his lies followed him as he took his next steps, and they continued to follow him as he drove back to his quarters, and they followed him through the night, and through the next few pages of his life.

you know it’s not the same,

as it was.

“look what the cat dragged in, aren’t you supposed to be off helping santa at the north pole, dasher,” hangman shot out, as you walked up to the pool table in the Hard Deck, and u rolled your eyes, ignoring his comment as you settled yourself beside phoenix, who pulled you into a side hug, which caused you to smile. “what’ve you been up to dasher,” she spoke, as the attention of the group turned to you. “got back from the middle-east, helped out the cia for a few years, took down a few relics,” you stated, taking a sip of the beer in your hand. “still single dasher? or did you finally find another reindeer to cozy up with,” hangman spoke again, and you sighed, “no, and don’t even dare asking, you’ll only ever receive a no from me, go bother winter or something,” you spoke, and hangman was quick to shut up at the mention of winter. winter was an old friend of yours, who you’d attended naval academy with. she was one hell of a stealth pilot, and was always spewing out, “winter is coming,” whenever she took to the air. but her stories’ for another time. the group laughed, as everyone shook their heads at your antics with hangman. “oh, dasher, this is bob, my new rio, bob,” phoenix spoke, introducing you to the blonde aviator who sat on a stool close to the group. “hi,” bob said timidly, offering you a shy smile, as you returned the smile. “what’s your callsign?” you asked, and bob shrugged his shoulders before replying, “bob.” you chuckled, before reaching your hand out, as he shook it firmly. “nice to meet you, bob,” you said kindly, before falling in line next to him, getting to know phoenix’s new iro as the rest of the group continued their heated game of pool.  

go home, get ahead, high speed internet

i don’t wanna talk about the way that it was.

the slow but inviting evening was soon interrupted, as you heard phoenix call out to a new aviator who had entered the bar. as soon as you heard the callsign leave her lips, you groaned. “hangman, you got room for another,” you spoke, as he brought you a beer from some sucker who was dumb enough to put his phone on the bar. “always got room for you, dash,” he said slyly, to which you rolled your eyes to, as you sauntered on over to the pool table, as hangman handed you a pool stick. he walked over to the jukebox, as you broke, and he put on some song as you waited for his return. just as soon as he got over, the aviator who had finally stopped chatting with phoenix was soon spotted by hangman, but you simply pretended as though he wasn’t there. but you could feel his eyes on you already, waiting for you to acknowledge that he was there. instead, you chose not to, as you gave fanboy hangman’s stick, motioning for him to continue the game, as hangman and rooster shot insults at each other. you only looked up as rooster finally walked away from hangman, to which you shook your head, muttering to yourself as you shot a ball into a pocket. 

it wasn’t long until half your group abandoned you, as you were left, stuck with hangman, who looked visibly annoyed as the jukebox music stopped and the piano roared to life. “typical bradshaw,” was all you said, as hangman shot you a pointed look. “like he’ll even have a chance of being team leader, you’re the only real competition i have around here dasher,” hangman spoke arrogantly, and you shrugged your shoulder. “like phoenix said, i’m more interested to find out who they’re gonna get to train us,” you spoke, and hangman spoke in agreement as the two of you continued your pool game as a familiar song was soon being screamed by the people around you. “goodness gracious, big balls of fire,” you muttered under your breath as you sunk your ball for the win, much to hangman’s dismay. “okay dash, what are you gonna force me to do,” hangman said defeatedly, to which you smirked. 

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[iridescentmauve]

iridescent! nineteen, they/she, black.

robin buckley & nancy wheeler's girlfriend!

i write for: the outsiders, marvel, riverdale, stranger things, the black phone, topgun & more ( check tags )!

p.s, i only write for fem! black! reader. taglists.

will write for:

stranger things: mike wheeler, robin buckley, ( platonic only ) will byers, eddie munson, steve harrington, nancy wheeler, lucas sinclair, ( platonic only ) erica sinclair, dustin henderson, max mayfield, chrissy cunningham, el hopper, joyce byers, jim hopper, angela & jonathan byers.

the outsiders: dallas winston, ponyboy curtis, sodapop curtis, darrel curtis, johnny cade, twobit matthews & steve randle.

riverdale: betty cooper, jughead jones, cheryl blossom, tony topaz, sweetpea, veronica lodge & archie andrews.

the black phone: vance hopper, bruce yamada, finney blake & robin arellano.

topgun: bradley bradshaw, pete mitchell, alex seresin & natasha trace.

i am not okay with this: sydney novak, stanley barber & dina.

marvel/mcu: steve rogers, peter parker ( all ), stephen strange, mj watson ( mcu ), gwen stacy, natasha romanova, wanda maximoff, t'challa, kate bishop, carol danvers, druig, makkari, sersi, ikaris.

never have i ever: ben gross, fabiola torres, eleanor wong, aneesa qureshi, evie & paxton hall-yoshida.

twilight: jasper hale, edward cullen, jacob black, isabella swan, rosalie hale, emmet cullen, carlisle cullen, esme cullen & alice cullen.

won't write for:

stranger things: billy hargrove, alexei, murray bauman, carol, tommy, jason carver & dr. brenner.

the outsiders: tim shephard, curly shephard, cherry & anybody that's not on the will write for list.

riverdale: anybody else that's not on the will write list.

the black phone: the grabber, griffin stagg & gwen blake.

topgun: anybody who isn't on the will write list.

marvel/mcu: tony stark, bruce banner, agatha harkness, pietro maximoff & any others that aren't on the list.

never have i ever: devi vishwakumar, eleanor wong & kamala.

twilight: victoria, renesmee cullen, aro, jane, laurent, marcus & leah clearwater.

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ROBIN BUCKLEY AS YOUR GF IMAGINE.

[multifandomloversthings]

All the things left unsaid

Summary: y/n and hangman have always been clearly head over heals for each other, but what happens when he leaves without either of them explicitly saying how they feel.

Pairing: Jake “ hangman” Seresin x female!reader

Warning: Angst, major character death

A/N: AAAAH this is my first ever fic so I’m sorry if it’s not great! But I hope you like it!

Y/n sat outside on the back porch of the hard deck. There was a dark blue hue in the sky as the sun had just set. She clutched the note maverick had just handed her, she couldn’t bring herself to read it.

She couldn’t read it because then she would have to face her fear, her fear that he was actually gone. That she would never hear another witty remark out of Jake “hangman” Serensins mouth again.

They never openly admitted there feelings to each other, but you would be blind if you couldn’t see that y/n and hangman loved one another. The constant flirting between the two, that each would worry about the other, the constant flow of texts from one’s phone to the next. And yet y/n never said those three simple words to him “ I love you” and never will as Jake was killed on his latest mission.

“hey y/n/n want a hand closing up as I’m still here.” Hangman called to her. See she would work late shifts closing up for penny at the bar when she could, mostly because Jake would come in with his other aviator buddies and was always kind enough to stay and help her out. “ are you saying this out of pity Seresin because it was your fellow pilots who left the bar a mess.” She chuckled to herself, “maybe or maybe I just want to spend some time with the gorgeous bartender who works here.” He always knew the right things to say to her. “ also I’m leaving tomorrow morning for the mission and I’m not sure when I’ll see you next.” Ah the mission, Jake had been coming here since his OG topgun days so y/n was no stranger to him getting shipped off to the middle of no where but he always came back so it didn’t bother her. “ you’ll be right back here in no time like always flyboy” he just put on a stoic grin at that comment. She didn’t know this was going to be his most dangerous mission yet, and he wasn’t going to tell her. “ your right y/n/n but just in case…” she just had to cut him off, “ no not today we ain’t going to do none of that sappy stuff Jake you will make it home and I will have your favourite beer chilling here ice cold like I usually do.” “ ok I guess that’s how it’s going to be I’ll text you before I leave.” And with that y/n’s last interaction with hangman ever came to a close. God she wished she just let him speak.

By now it was dark, and the bar was lively behind her. She thought “ to hell with it” and opened up the letter.

Dear y/n,

Im sorry we never got to be together I always hoped we would someday get that chance. You make me a better person, I feel as though I can be myself around you and I haven’t had a person like that in a long time. Even with me being gone and all please take care of yourself, I always hated seeing you cry. I wanted to tell you I really did. Tell you about everything my feelings, the mission but the voice in my head kept telling me you deserved better than me. I’m sorry I never told you I loved you I really did. I think we will be together in another life time.

With much love,

Flyboy <3

God that nicknamed chocked her up. At this point she was sobbing, not caring if patrons from the bar saw. She was just so upset that there was so much left to tell him. She loved him more than anything, why did her fear of rejection keep her from being happy.

***2 weeks later***

Y/n was visiting his headstone. She laid the flowers that she brought and sat down in silence. The cemetery was nice it sat on a tall hill overlooking the ocean. She could hear the birds chirping and the waves crashing beneath her. It was nice, it was the first time in 2 weeks she had felt at peace. She stayed for awhile maybe a bit to long but who was to judge. Just before she left she knew she had to do one more thing. She got up and went to speak for the first time since she got there, “ I love you Jake and I’m sorry for all the things I left unsaid.” And with that she kissed the headstone and left.