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Hi!! I absolutely love your Liam fics and I was wondering if you could write another one? Maybe a friends to lovers where reader does something that makes Liam jealous and he ends up confessing. Angsty, fluffy, whatever you’d like. Keep being amazing <3

Oh my goodness! Thank you so much! Yes, I’d love to do that. I’ll start working on it!

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Whatever You Want Part 3

Liam Mairi X Female Reader

Summary: You and Liam have a friends with benefits thing going. But will your fear or falling for him split you up?

Warning(s): Illusions to smut, minor angst, female reader, use of y/n, y/l/n

“Y/l/n,” He commands, strutting into the center of the room. “You and Mairi on the mat now.” Oh fuck. You look between Rhi and Violet, hoping one of them will save you. They both respond with knowing smirks as Violet places her palm between your shoulder blades and propels you forward. You approach the mat as Liam does, fighting wildly to calm your racing heart. You and Liam move together, in the delicate dance that starts a sparring match. He lunges, and you sidestep, landing a hard punch to his ribs. It doesn’t faze him and he turns. Liam may be stronger than you, but you’re faster. Rushing forward, you leap, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you use the momentum of your body to swing around his shoulders and wrap your legs around his neck. You clench your thigh muscles together, cutting off the air to his lungs. His hands scramble to find purchase on your legs, landing on your waist, using all of his strength to lift you up and over his head, he slams you onto the mat. He’s on top of you in an instant. Pinning your hips with his as he restrains you by lifting your hands over your head and nailing them to the mat. You kick out, attempting to loosen his hold on you. His ocean eyes meet yours and time stops. Gods you missed him. The feel of his body on yours, the way his touch lights your nerves on fire, bringing a hunger that only he can satisfy. “Y/l/n?” Liam asks, loosening his grip. Your expression must have gone blank, lost in your thoughts. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, concern swimming in his gaze. All your willpower to fight this is gone. You want this. You want him. More than just to satisfy your hunger that pools between your legs. You want to know what he’s thinking, and how he’s feeling, you want all of him. “I was just thinking about the last time we were like this.” You smirk as his gaze heats, and you feel his entire body tense. It doesn’t matter if everyone is watching. It doesn’t matter that everyone can probably hear what you’re saying. It’s only the two of you right now. You lift your head to whisper to him. “It was right after you did that thing with your tongue,” You continue, goading, waiting for that spark to ignite him. “Fuck,” Liam curses as you feel him grow hard against you. You use his moment of distraction to your advantage. Hooking your legs under his, you roll, flipping the two of you. Liam lays breathless under you as his hands come to rest on the back of your thighs. Everything you feel, desire, and need, is reflected in his eyes. He wants this too. “And I think about this-” Liam grins, allowing his hands to travel up your thighs to your ass. “Every. Damn. Day.” You lean forward, ready to kiss him. To claim his as yours. Yours in every way. “Mairi! Y/l/n!” Xaden’s demanding voice brings you back to reality. “Fight now, flirt later.” You can’t stop your cheeks from heating as you stand, offering your hand to Liam. He takes it and you haul him to his feet. You begin to turn away, your body humming with excitement when he tugs your hand and pulls you into him. “Come over tonight?” he hums as his thumb and forefinger tilt your chin upwards. “Yes.” You whisper, breathlessly. Liam releases his hold and you turn to leave. A large hand smacks your ass playfully as you walk away. Through a grin you shout over your shoulder, “I’ll get you back for that Mairi!”

“Looking forward to it!” He calls after you.

Later that evening

You’re barely through the door of Liam’s bedroom before his hands are on you. His large frame engulfs you and presses you against the hard door. “Liam-” you’re cut off as his lips find yours. The familiar fire awakens in you and your lips meet in the perfect collision. Gods he knows how to kiss. His lips slot over yours as his tongue glides against your lower lip. You moan in response, allowing his access. Your tongue meets his with enthusiasm. You’re a mess of tongues, teeth, and hands tangles in your hair. “Liam-” you try again but stop as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Liam!” you gasp as he pops open the top button of your pants. He looks up at you with those sapphire eyes. “Yes?” he murmurs against the skin of your stomach. His focus once again shifts to the buttons of your pants. “Liam,” you grasp his chin to make him look at you. Concern and apprehension flash through his eyes. “Before we start this again,” you gesture between you before he stands again. “I wanted to tell you,” you inhale sharply. Words. You need words. But what do you say? How do you say it? Liam’s hands find your body again. This time in your hair as he unties the band that holds your braid. His fingers sweep through your hair as he unweaves the braid, allowing your hair to fall around your shoulders. “Whatever it is,” Liam sighs, running his thumb across your cheek. “It’s yours. Whatever you want, you have it.” You smile. This is Liam. Your Liam. The Liam who flirted his way into your bed and charmed his way into your heart. The Liam who always makes you laugh, who watches your back, who brings you to orgasm too many times to count. “I love you.” You say as you place your hand over his heart. That beautiful heart. A smile splits his handsome face. “Really?” He asks, grinning like a fool. You chuckle and roll your eyes. “Yes, really,” you answer. He presses forward, kissing you once again. There’s something different about this. All the kisses you’ve shared with Liam have been incredible, but this? This is a whole other level. It’s new and exciting, all the feelings you have for each other are in this kiss. You taste the love on his lips. Liam sweeps you into his embrace, picking you up and walking you over to his bed. Dropping you down onto the black bedding, Liam attacks your neck, kissing, sucking, biting along the column of your throat. “I love you too.” He smirks against the skin of your breast as your breath stops at his words. “Really?” you mimic his reply from moments ago. He smiles, mischief and lust gleaming in his eyes. “Really, and,” he bites softly into the flesh of your collarbone before licking over the mark, “I’m about to prove it to you.”

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Whatever You Want Part 2

Liam Mairi X Female Reader

Summary: You and Liam have a friends with benefits thing going. But will your fear or falling for him split you up?

Warning(s): Illusions to smut, minor angst, female reader, use of y/n, y/l/n

Liam laces up his boots, his icy gaze never leaving yours. “Would that be so bad?” He asks, striding towards you, his hands finding your waist. “Our friends seeing us together?” He runs his thumb across your lower lip. The gesture is soft and soothing. For a moment you want to lean into his touch. You pull your head back, slipping out of his grasp. “Yeah,” you reply as nonchalantly as you can. Pulling on your boots you continue, “They already have the wrong idea about us, I don’t want to add fuel to that fire.” You shrug, trying desperately to keep your tone casual. Liam’s expression is unreadable. His face was like stone, cold and unyielding. “What idea would that be?” He quips, in a voice you’ve never heard from him. “That we’re…” you trail off, trying to find the right words. “Together.” You finish, lifting your chin so you can meet his gaze. “Right, because Gods forbid they think we’re together.” Liam replies, voice dripping with sarcasm. Liam grabs his flight jacket and heads towards the door. “You know what y/n? Whatever you want. This…” He gestures between the two of you. “Is done.” He opens the door. “Liam,” you begin but he cuts you off. “See you in class.” the door closes loudly behind him.

3 weeks later

A tingle runs up your spine as you and Rhiannon circle each other on the mat. That feeling is all too familiar and has been all-consuming for the past few weeks. Violet must have arrived. And with Violet comes… you spare a glance over your shoulder. Liam. Gravity takes you down to the mat as Rhi kicks your feet out from underneath you. You land on the mat with a hard thud, your breath stolen from your chest. Before you can give Liam another thought, Rhi is on top of you, flipping you over so that you lay on your stomach. Her knee finds your back as she puts you in a chokehold. “Fuck!” you curse and you attempt to break her hold. It’s no good and soon you slam your palm down three times to signal your tapping out. She releases you and you rise, swearing as you attempt to return your breath to normal. Riannon hands you a cup of water, which you take gratefully. “What’s with you today?” Rhi asks as she wipes the sweat from her brow. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you give up that easily.” You roll your eyes and tuck the hair that's fallen out of your braid behind your ears. “Just got a lot on my mind.” you answer simply, not daring to glance in Liam’s direction. Rhi picks up on your apprehension and shifts her gaze to Liam. “Trouble in paradise?” she quirks a brow. Your eyes meet Liam’s. You hold each other’s gaze for a moment before Liam abruptly stands and crosses to the other side of the room. You bring your attention back to Rhiannon. “No trouble. No paradise.” you reply, shrugging. Violet approaches you and Rhi, a grimace on her face. “Want to tell me what that’s all about?” she gestures behind her, where Liam is sulking in the corner. Moving his gaze to anywhere that’s not you. “He’s been insufferable for weeks,” Violet continues, looking you in the eyes. “I don’t know why you’re asking me.” You reply, rolling your shoulders back, preparing for your next match. Violet shoots you a skeptical look. “What?” you ask, patience wearing thin. Rhi chuckles beside you. “Y/n, you and Liam are almost as bad as Violet and Riorson.” A shocked expression takes hold of you as you look between your two friends. “What?” you repeat, shifting your weight from foot to foot. A nervous habit of yours. “You and Liam,” Rhi begins looking at you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You shake your head in a gesture to continue. “You obviously have feelings for each other.” Violet says as she glances over her shoulder at Liam. Your mind spins, trying to come up with a reply. “It’s not like that.” you default. Rhiannon levels you with a look that tells you she is so over your bullshit. “I-,” Before you can reply, the dark tone of Xaden interrupts you.

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Whatever You Want Part 1

Liam Mairi X Female Reader

I found the lack of Liam Mairi content on this platform disturbing so I made one myself.

Summary: You and Liam have a friends with benefits thing going. But will your fear or falling for him split you up?

Warning(s): Illusions to smut, minor angst, female reader, use of y/n, y/l/n

You awoke to the rhythmic thumping of his heart, the warm skin beneath your cheek. Soft. Steady. Comforting. You inhale, allowing his scent to wash over you, and wrap you in complete serenity. The fresh, sharp, slightly minty smell of pine engulfs you. You smirk as you shift your gaze over to the carving Liam made of your green scorpiontail, Sorcha. He smells like the wood he uses to carve his figures. He smells like safety, like home. Liam shifts slightly, pulling you closer to him. You chuckle as he presses his lips to the exposed skin of your neck. “Morning gorgeous.” He mumbles against you, causing you to shiver with delight and anticipation. “Morning,” you reply as you angle your lips to meet his in a sweet and gentle kiss. Liam pulls away with a grin. “I guess our first sleepover was a success.” He teases, as he begins to trail kisses down your neck. You smile before you reply, lacing your fingers through his blond hair. Like silk. “I’d say so.” Liam’s kisses begin to travel lower, across your collarbone, between your breasts. “Round…” Liam quirks a suggestive eyebrow. ‘What would it be? 5? Or 6?” He grins as his blue eyes meet yours with an intensity that simultaneously heats you while goosebumps erupt across your body. You and Liam have been sleeping together for a few weeks now. It started simple enough. You were attracted to each other, and in the rider’s quadrant, you never know which day will be your last. After surviving Threshing and bonding with your dragons you and Liam chose to celebrate…with each other. You began to celebrate more and more. Your nights together began to blur into the day. Eating together, sparring together, studying together. Spending time with Liam was slowly becoming one of the best parts of your day. And your friends have noticed. Between the dirty jokes from Ridoc and the endless questions from Violet and Rhiannon, you and Liam constantly have to explain your relationship. “No, it’s not like that. We’re just sleeping together.” has been a sentence that you’ve repeated so many times. And now he’s here. In your bedroom. You’ve never spent the night in each other’s rooms. You both agreed that it was too intimate. But after last night’s… activities, he was too tired and too comfortable to even think about leaving your bed. Leaving you. “I wish.” you groan, caressing his cheek, enjoying the way his skin colored beneath your touch. “We have to get to breakfast before anyone notices we’re missing.” Liam huffs as he rolls away from you. Oh Gods. The blanket that kept you both warm last night is draped across his hips, exposing every delicious inch of his toned, muscular chest. Liam leans against the pillows, stretching his arms up and over his head before interlocking his fingers and resting his head back against them. The muscles in his abdomen tighten and flex. “That is not fair.” You groan as you pull a shirt over your head. “What?” He asks, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. “I really hate you Liam Mairi,” you reply as you toss his shirt to him. You tug your pants up. Acutely aware of Liam’s eyes on you. Tracking your movements. “No, you don’t.” Liam’s grin turns into a genuine smile. Everything in you is telling you to give in. Allow yourself to be lost in him. Consumed in him. Like you were last night. No. You shake the thought away. You will not allow yourself to fall for him. To fall for him, and lose him… you couldn’t bear it. “Liam,” you turn to him as he gets dressed. “You have to go.” Liam’s brow furrows in confusion. “Before our friends see us together.” You clarify as you finish weaving the strands of your hair into a French braid.

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Come Back...Be Here

Jake Seresin (Hangman) X Female Reader

Summary: You and Jake have just begun a relationship when he is assigned overseas. 

This was inspired by the song “Come Back, Be Here” by Taylor Swift. All lyrics are italicized. 

It was about 4 am and the soft yellow light of the hallway seeped into your bedroom through the crack in the door. You heard Jake’s muffled voice say “Yes sir.” Before he ended the call and quietly padded back into the bedroom. “I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he murmurs as he slides back under the covers, scooting his body closer to yours. ‘It’s okay,” you whisper snuggling into your pillow. You could feel Jake’s heartbeat pressed against your back. He sighed deeply. You wiggled out of his embrace so you could turn to face him. Only a few inches separated your face from his. You wanted to close the distance and kiss him, but you could see it in his eyes. Whatever the content of that phone call was, it wasn’t good. You tentatively reach over and place your hand on his cheek, gently sweeping your thumb across his cheekbone. He closed his eyes and kissed your palm gently. “That was my commanding officer. I… I’m being stationed overseas.” Jake’s voice was even, but you could feel the emotion in his words. Trying not to panic, you nod softly. “Okay”, you whisper. “For how long?” Jake closes his eyes again and takes a deep breath. “Indefinitely.” 

Stumbled through the long goodbye

One last kiss, then catch your flight

Right when I was just about to fall

“I’ll miss you.” You whisper in his ear as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Jake’s arms tighten around your waist as he deeply inhales. “Seresin, it’s time to move!” Jake’s commanding officer shouted over the noise of the plane’s engine starting up.

“I have to go,” he mumbles against your skin. You shiver at the light touch of his lips and tremble as you attempt to hold back your tears. Jake cups your face delicately as he presses his lips to yours. One last kiss. He pulls away and whispers “Goodbye”, as he squeezes your hand one last time. Your heart aches as you watched his retreating form board the plane. You wanted to tell him how much you loved him. You wanted to beg him to stay. To be here, with you. Instead, you allowed your tears to fall freely as you watched the plane leave the runway, taking the love of your life with it.

(6 weeks later)

This is falling in love in the cruelest way

This is falling for you and you are worlds away

And I break down

'Cause it's not fair that you're not around

Numbly, you drop down onto your couch. Your fingers itched to just reach for the phone and call Jake. But how could you? He was a thousand miles away and the two of you had barely spoken since he left. You run your hands over your face and exhale loudly. You abruptly stand and walk back into your bathroom. There it was. Right there on the bathroom counter. Two lines on the test. And next to it, another test with the words PREGNANT written in the small window. You cursed yourself for not telling Jake how you felt when you had the chance. Now he was gone, stationed thousands of miles away, and you didn’t know when he was coming back. You thought you had missed him before. But this was a new kind of heartache, a pain so intense that you felt that your heart was going to burst and your lungs were going to collapse. You needed him. Now more than ever.

This is when the feeling sinks in

I don't wanna miss you like this

Come back, be here

Your entire body shook with anxiety as the phone rang. It felt endless. Three rings, four rings, five rings, and then his voice. “Hello, this is Lieutenant Jake Seresin.” Your breath caught in your throat. “I'm unavailable at the moment, but please leave your name and contact details and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks.” a small sob escaped your chest as the phone beeped, indicating it was ready to take a voicemail. “Hi, Jake. It’s me. Um, Y/n I mean. Listen there is something we need to talk about and…” you trailed off. All the intensity and emotions of the situation flooded over you. It was too much. This was all too much. Tears streamed down your face as your voice cracked. “Jake I’m pregnant.” You sobbed. “And I’m so scared. And I know you’re gone, and I know we were never serious or anything but…” You gasped as you attempted to catch your breath. “Shit. I’m sorry for telling you this over the phone. I just don’t know what to do. I’m so scared Jake. Please call me back. Please.” You wiped your tears as you hung up. 

(Two weeks later)

You stirred restlessly in bed, attempting to quiet your mind and find enough peace to fall asleep. You groaned as you stretched and sat up. Sleepily you made your way downstairs and into your kitchen. You pulled a mug from the cabinet. Mindlessly, you began to make yourself a cup of tea. As you waited groggily by the stove, waiting for the water to boil, you hear a knock at the door. You quickly glance at the clock. 12:32 am. You turned the stove off before slowly walking to the door. On tiptoes, you squint through the peephole. Your heart froze. Blood seemed to stop flowing, and time stopped. “Jake.” You whimpered as you opened the door. He was embracing you before the door was halfway open. “Y/n. Oh god. I missed you.” Jake spoke, leaning back to gaze into your eyes. “Jake, you came back.” You began to cry, the relief of seeing him triggering a new flood of emotions. “Of course I did.” Holding your face in his hands, he peered down at you. “I love you.” Your tears continued to fall as you tried to form a coherent thought. “And I’m here for you,” Jake murmured, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “And I know I didn’t call you back but I felt like… I just… I had to come back. I had to talk to you. And whatever you decide to do about your pregnancy. I’m here. I love you.” You couldn’t help but laugh as he spoke. “You came back.” You smiled. “I did.” He nodded, returning your smile. “You love me.” You whispered, looking into his emerald eyes. “I love you.” He affirmed. “And we’re going to have a baby.” You breathe, allowing the joy of this moment to take hold of you. “We’re having a baby?” Jake grinned, searching your eyes for confirmation. “We’re having a baby!” you exclaim, jumping into his arms. Jake’s arms hold you firmly as he picks you up and spins you around. “We’re having a baby!” He spoke with a smile. 

“I love you,” you whisper as Jake gently set you back down. You met Jake in a kiss. A kiss that was so full of love. A kiss that made you dizzy with excitement for what was to come.

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Crush

Jake (Hangman) Seresin X Female Reader

This was a request which you can find here!

You bounce your leg under the table as you fidget with the small ring on your pointer finger. You can feel the heat build in your cheeks as you steal a glance at the pool table. Jake was leaning over, lining up his shot. You couldn’t help but admire him. His brow furrowed in concentration and he bit his lip slightly before taking his shot. His green eyes shone with delight and a bit of mischief. Jake straightens back up and locks eyes with you. Before you could avert your gaze he shot you a flirty wink. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you tried to hide your scarlet face behind your hair. Phoenix shakes her head with a giggle, “For God’s sake, just go talk to him.” She implores, nudging you. “Sure, and after that let’s go skinny dipping!” You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes. “Who’s goin’ skinny dipping?” You freeze as Jake slides up next to you. Phoenix bites her lip in an attempt to conceal her laughter, her brows raised in amusement. “Oh, uh…um…we…I…I was… kidding.” You sputter, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You take a swig of beer in an attempt to cool your flushed body. Jake dips his head and whispers in your ear, “Let me know if that changes,” you choke on your beer as he walks away grinning. “Smooth,” Rooster teases, patting you on the back, helping you clear your throat. You groan, dropping your head onto the table in shame. “Kill. Me. Now.” You grumble, punctuating each word by bumping your head against the wooden surface. Rooster laughs, perching on the stool next to you. “Come on, he’s just kidding, it wasn’t that bad,” Phoenix assures you, rubbing your back kindly and shooting a glare at Rooster. You sit up with a groan. “Just go talk to him.” Rooster says desperately.  “No thank you,” you reply, your tone dripping with mock sweetness. Rooster raises his hands in defeat. “I give up.” He sighs, shaking his head and walking away. 

The night wears on in a blur of shots, darts, games of pool, and dancing. Between the shots of whiskey, your victory over Rooster in pool, and dancing with your friends, you were feeling better. You had hardly given Jake Seresin a second thought… that was until he was standing in front of you, extending his hand in an invitation to dance. Your brain short circuits as your eyes dart between his hand and his face. Phoenix chuckles as she gently picked your hand up and placed it in Jake’s palm. Jake shoots her a grateful look as he pulls you in. “There we go,” Jake smiles as you begin to sway with him. You giggle as he twirls you under his arm before dipping you back dramatically. Straightening up, you sign contently, allowing Jake to rock you gently to the music. “Jake…” you speak softly, courage slowly building inside of you. “Hmmm?” He hums in question, pulling back to look into your eyes. “I… I like you, Jake.” He smiles, tilting his head to the side. “I like you too.” You sigh, looking down at your feet. “No…Jake… I mean…” Jake drops a sweet, gentle kiss on your cheek. “I know what you mean.” 

Your friends laugh as Phoenix finishes her story. “Oh, poor y/n! She had such a huge crush on Jake, and every time he looked at her, she freaked out.” Phoenix wrapped her arm around your shoulders pulling you into a side hug as you rolled your eyes. Your friends loved to tease you about how you and your husband got together. That story was told at almost every social gathering you attended. “Oh, babe! You had a crush on me,” Jake scrunches his nose playfully as he slides behind you and rests his hands on your hips. “That’s embarrassing.” He teases, planting kisses along your cheek and jaw. You scoff and turn over your shoulder to look at him. “We’re married.” You laugh, leaning into him. “Still,” He chuckles, teasingly. His hands travel around you, cradling your swollen stomach. “I’m totally gonna tell our kid all about your crush on me,” Jake whispers in your ear before kissing your cheek tenderly.

[writergirl35]

Hiii!! are requests open??? if they are, could i get a jake seresin and reader where shes really shy and everyone loves to tease her abt him?? lots of blushing and teasing and stuttering,and an eventual confession??? Thanks!!

Ummm yessss! Okay so this scene from parks and rec popped into my head when I read this so I’m going to build off your request and work this scene in there!

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That Was Hot

Bob Floyd X Female Reader

Thank you for the request! This was SO much fun to write, and I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: Your father is a highly ranked Naval officer. When you and Bob began dating, a lot of his coworkers though he was receiving special detachments because of his relationship with you. Because of this, you and Bob kept your relationship a secret.

Warning: Unwanted advances, handsy drunk guy.

You grinned, sipping your drink. You watched Bob Floyd, weapons system officer, top gun graduate, and your husband play pool with his fellow aviators. You set your drink on the bar before gently unclasping your necklace. You slip your engagement and wedding ring off the chain and onto your finger. It felt weird to wear them on your finger rather than your neck. You and Bob had decided to keep your marriage a secret from his coworkers. Your father was a Vice Admiral in the Navy. His call sign, Devil. Devil was a highly decorated and highly respected naval officer. Your father had arranged for you to be a medic on base so you could be with Bob while he trained for this special deployment. When you and Bob had first gotten together, you didn’t think your father would affect your relationship. But as you and Bob grew more serious, the more people questioned why Bob was getting sent on special detachments. The truth was, Bob was just that good. But his fellow aviators seemed to think it was because he was dating the boss's daughter. So you began to date in secret, everyone assuming you had broken up. Now, here you were.  Five years together, three of them as husband and wife. Bob shot you a wink as he leaned over the pool table to take his shot. You smiled, tilting your drink to him in a silent toast. He fished the chain that contained his wedding band out of his shirt. He raises the ring to his lips and kisses it, never breaking eye contact with you. Bob told his coworkers that this was his good luck charm, and that’s why he was so good at darts and pool. In reality, it was his little way of saying I love you in public. You smiled as you thought about the first time you had met Bob. 

You had gone to the Hard Deck with some of your friends to catch up and let off some steam. Your night had not been ideal. Instead of enjoying time with your friends, you were fighting off cocky pilots looking to get laid. Your night was filled with cringe-worthy pickup lines and offers to buy you drinks. You had just about had it when you bumped into someone on the way to the bathroom. You yelp in surprise as the cup of peanut shells he was holding spills onto the both of you. “I’m so sorry…”He trails off as your eyes connect. He was so handsome, with his sweet, blue eyes framed with retro glasses. His jawline was sharp, and his smile was crooked. You were instantly attracted to him… and then you saw his uniform. You braced yourself for a sleazy pickup line. “I’m so sorry ma’am. I wasn’t looking.” He blushes, rubbing the back of his neck. “No harm done.” You giggle, brushing off the shells that stuck to your dress. “Okay, good.” He chuckled, “Enjoy the rest of your evening ma’am.” He walks away, leaving you awestruck. You couldn’t help but watch him as the night wore on, waiting for him to approach you. He was so adorable. He was incredibly dorky, but completely himself, which was incredibly attractive. It was getting late, and you exchanged glances and shy smiles but nothing more. You stood and walked over to where he was playing pool. You tapped him on the shoulder and he turned. You smiled confidently and looked at him through your lashes. “H-hi.” He greeted you with a grin as you extended your hand to him. “Hi, my name is y/n and I was just wondering if you’d like to dance with me?”

The rest is history. You flag Penny down, asking for a refill on your drink. “It’s on me.” A man calls over your shoulder, handing Penny a 20-dollar bill. You turned over your shoulder. “No thanks. I’m good.” You say politely to the stranger. His eyes follow you as you grab your drink and set off towards the pool table. “Hey everyone!” You greet the group of aviators. You’re met with a chorus of hellos in return. “Who’s up for a game?” You ask, scanning the group. Phoenix, Hangman, Coyote, and Fanboy agree to a game. You grab a pool cue and bend over to start the game. Before you can take the shot, you feel someone press themselves against you, running their hands over your arms. “Let me help you, sweetheart.” The man who offered to buy you a drink earlier drawled in your ear. “Get off of me.” You ram your shoulder into him, trying to put distance between your bodies. “Come on baby,” He groaned against you as he ground his hips into you. Bob surged forward, followed by the whole crew. Before he could reach you, your fist connected with the stranger's face with a satisfying crunch. He crumpled to the floor, clutching his nose and rolling around in pain. He pulled his hands away, revealing his crooked, bloody nose. A bruise in the shape of the diamond on your engagement ring was forming in the corner of his left eye. “You fucking bitch! You broke my nose!” He spits out. “You’re lucky that’s all she did.” Hangman seethes as he and Coyote lift the man from the floor and haul him out of the bar. Bob was next to you in an instant. “Are you okay?” He asks pulling you into a hug. “I’m okay,” You reassure him. “My hand kinda hurts though.” Bob pulls back, holding your hand up to examine it. He carefully examined your freshly bruised knuckles. “I know you’re in pain right now… but that was fucking hot,” Bob growls in your ear. You smile, pulling back to look at him. “Yeah?” You ask, your brows raised. “Yeah it wa-” He stops as his fingers brush gently over your ring finger. “You’re wearing your rings.” He breathes, an excited smile spreading. You nod, looking at him shyly. “I was tired of hiding.” Bob surges forward, pressing his lips to yours. The aviators around you gawked, absolutely shocked. Bob’s lips slide gracefully against yours. You fling your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. After a long moment, you pull away. You and Bob turn to the group, smiling. “Uh guys, you all know y/n… my wife.” You hold your left hand up, showing off your rings.

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I would love to read one when you’re Bob‘s wife but nobody knows about you two. As you’re father is an high ranked admiral with call sign „Devil“ you grew up around fighter jets and pilots and as you grew up a lot of this pilots flirted and hit on you but they where all the same and after some time you got bored of them it became fast an challenge along the young pilots which one gets you on a date but you gave them all a dim to they’re ego. This was until you met Bob one day he got you’re attention because he was so quit which was a nice variety too all the loud arrogant pilots by then you already started you’re work at the Base being the one taking care of all the paperwork you love that he’s just an gentleman.When he gets called to Top Gun you’re dad made sure that you’re Maverick personal assistant for the time so that you can be with Bob the moment you walk into hard deck you have everyone’s full attention as you sit on the bar you see the Bob and the others at the pool table and Hangmann bets with the others that he can get you on a date as soon as you see him coming to you you know exactly what’s going on by the time Hangman arrives by you you play surprised looking up from you’re work giving him you’re biggest smile asking him what you can do for him god you can’t wait to wipe that grin from his face as you say no he still doesn’t leave you alone you decide to stand up and give him a slap across the face which gets Penny to ring the bell and the others aviators laughing even Bob god he loves you and Phoenix can’t help but ask who you are and that she already likes you which gets Bob smirking if she only knew.❤️

Such a cute idea! I have a few tweaks I'd like to make if that's okay! Maybe you're playing pool with the group when a drunk guy starts getting really handsy and won't leave you alone. And just as Bob is about to jump in and defend you, you punch him, breaking his nose and leaving an imprint of your engagement ring on his face. (You normally wear your rings on a necklace) And Bob's like... Fuck that was hot. Hey! You're wearing your ring! and you respond with I was tired of hiding. And you just kiss in front of everyone. Let me know what you think!

[writergirl35]

All Of You

Jake Seresin (Hangman) X Female Reader

Summary: Jake’s had a stressful day at work. His stress relief? Quality time with you. 

Warning: Insecurities about stretch marks, PURE JAKE FLUFF

@hotch-meeeeeuppppp

Jake dropped his duffle bag with a sigh. He hung up his keys on the hook near the door and began to unlace his boots. He slipped off his shoes before setting off to find you. You were on the couch, so enthralled with the book you were reading that your glasses were slipping down your nose. Jake shuffled into the living room, stopping at the back of the couch. “Hey babe, how was your-” You were cut off as Jake swung himself over the couch, deciding he was too tired to take the few extra steps around it.

 Jake collapsed on top of you, resting his head on your chest. He wrapped his arms around your form, inhaling the smell of you. You giggled as you turned to put your book down on the coffee table. You rested one hand on his shoulder, the other rubbed gentle circles on his back. “Rough day?” You ask as Jake’s grip around your middle tightens. “Mmmmm” He groans against you. “Baby…my hair…” his plea was muffled by your shirt. You raise your eyebrows, “Hmm?” You hum in question. “Do that thing with my hair…” He whines, burying his face further into the fabric of your shirt. You chuckle as you work your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.  You begin to gently scrape your nails against his scalp, earning a moan of appreciation. While one hand stays at the nape of his neck, the other runs repeatedly through the dark blonde locks at the top of his head. You shifted slightly, pulling yourself up to lean against the arm of the couch. “Do you want to talk about it?” You ask, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. “Maverick made us grrhhmm…” the end of his sentence was lost in a mumble against your breasts. Jake smiled at the soothing vibrations coming from your laugh. “He what?” You ask, leaning back to look at him. Jake turned his head so his cheek was pressed against your chest. “He made us do pushups if we lost a dogfight. I think I did like… 400… my arms hurrrrtttt….” He whines, squeezing your middle. 

“Babe, I’m sorry, do you wanna go take a hot shower? I can order a pizza…” Your suggestion trails off as he shakes his head against you. “No…. wanna stay here…” he grumbles. An idea strikes you. “Do you wanna take a bath?” Jake raises his head and looks into your eyes. His brows raise in an unspoken question. You giggle and drop another kiss to his head. “I’ll join you.” Jake shoots up off the couch, rushing up the stairs before you can even blink. You shake your head and chuckle, getting to your feet. “Hey gorgeous, where do you keep that fancy bath oil?” Jake calls from the bathroom. The sound of running water greets you as you climb the stairs. “Bottom left drawer.” You answer, stepping through the door. Jake is sitting on the edge of the tub, hand trailing through the water to monitor it’s temperature. “Will you come check the water?” He asks, extending his hand. You grasp his hand and he pulls you into his lap. You dip your hand in. “Perfect.” You concur, standing. After you and Jake had gotten rid of your clothes, Jake sinks into the water. Once he’s settled, you join him, slipping into the space between his legs and resting your back against his chest. Jake plants a kiss on your shoulder. “Thank you… for this.” He mumbles against the bare skin of your neck. Jake’s hand trail up your thighs, stopping at your hips. His fingers trace the stretch marks that paint your skin. You squirm at his touch, scooting away. “Y/n…” Jake sighs, running a hand through your wet hair. “You’re beautiful,” Jake’s voice is nothing but sincere as his kisses your cheek. You lean into his touch once more. “You don’t hate them?” You ask trailing your own fingers across the textured skin at your hips. “They’re natural, and they’re a part of you. Of course I don’t hate them.” Your heart swells with pure adoration. “I love you.” You whisper, turning to look at him. “I love you too,” Jake replies. “All. Of. You.” Each word is punctuated with a kiss.

[writergirl35]

My Boys

Bob Floyd X Female Reader

Summary: You and Bob have welcomed a son into the world. Your son just turned 11 months and Bob can’t decide who he loves more, his son, or the woman who brought him into the world.

Bob pulled into the garage of your shared home. Putting his car in park he turned off the engine. Ever since Grayson Robert Floyd was born at 3:23 PM on December 15th, every day at work seemed like a long one. But this day, in particular, dragged on. Pulling the keys from the ignition, Bob opened his door and entered your home. He padded down the hallway after slipping off his shoes, searching for you. He paused briefly, stopping to look at a picture hanging on the wall. It was the day your son was born.

Since birth, Grayson looked like his dad. He had Bob’s beautiful, round blue eyes and aquiline nose. And by two months he had even developed Bob’s sweet lopsided grin. He continued to walk through the kitchen and spotted you out the window above the sink. You and Grayson were on a blanket splayed out in the grass of your backyard. You hovered over Grayson, dropping kisses on his cheeks, tickling his sides. Grayson laughed, reaching up to grab your face. Grayson’s tiny, chubby hands held your pink cheeks, his smile lighting a spark in his father’s heart. Bob slides the back door open, making his way to you. You lift Grayson up, propping him on his feet and supporting him under his arms. “Look, Grayson!” You smiled as Bob approaches. Grayson bounces in excitement, reaching for his dad. Bob scoops him up, running a hand through Grayson’s dark blonde curls, and kissing his cheek. Bob stoops down, sitting next to you, holding Grayson in his lap. He leans in, kissing you sweetly before pulling back with a smile. “How’s my little man and my favorite girl doing?” You smile as Grayson babbles, gripping Bob’s fingers, and waving his arms up and down. “We’re good. Enjoying the nice weather.” Grayson climbs off of his dad’s lap, crawling clumsily across the blanket and grabbing his stuffed airplane. “I can’t believe how big he’s getting”. Bob says looking over at you. You nod, smoothing a hand over Grayson’s soft curls. “I know, he’s growing up so fast. I think he’s getting close to his first words.” Bob grins, as Grayson begins to babble. “Babababa…” He flaps his arms, waving his plush plane in the air. “Grayson, say mama. Mama.” You ask, turning expectantly to Grayson. “babababa…” He babbles on. Bob shoots you a mischievous grin. “Dada. Grayson, say dada.” Grayson blinks up at his father before flapping his plane around again. “Babababa.” Bob groans, shifting his body to lay next to Grayson. He props himself  on an elbow, “Dada.” He drops a kiss on his son’s cheek. “Bababa.” Grayson tosses his stuffed plane across the blanket. “Hey!” You smack Bob playfully on the arm. “Mama. Grayson. Mama.” You flip onto your back, holding Grayson above you before lowering him, receiving a slobbery kiss from your son. “Baba.” “That sounded like “Dada to me,” Bob smirks, kissing your cheek. You elbow him, before passing him, Grayson. You get to your feet. “Come on dada, it’s time to clean up for dinner.”

You giggle as Grayson slams his arms down, spraying you and Bob with soapy warm water. Bob Laughs, wiping his glasses dry on his shirt. Bob scoops his hand into the water, pouring it over Grayson’s head, rinsing out the shampoo in his hair. You turn to grab the fluffy yellow towel you always wrap Grayson in after bath time. “Shoot, his towel is in the dryer.” You say, turning to Bob. He stands, wiping his wet hands on his sweatpants, “I’ll get it.” He strides out of the bathroom. “Thank you!” you call after him. You wiggle your fingers on the surface of the water causing Grayson to giggle. Your heart melted at your son’s crooked grin. It was just like his dad’s. “You know you look just like your daddy. My boys are so handsome.” You say as Grayson stares up at you with his round, blue eyes. “Baba.” He responds, reaching for the small boat floating past him. “Mama loves your dada, and you Mr. Man.” You lean over and kiss his head. “Here we go,” Bob re-enters the bathroom, holding up Grayson’s towel. “Dada.” You look at Grayson, then at Bob. “Did he just say dada?” Bob asks, kneeling down by the tub. A look of shock on his face. You grin leaning over the tub. “Grayson, who is that?” You ask, pointing to Bob. “Dada!” Grayson exclaims, slapping the water again. “Oh my gosh! Grayson!” Bob scoops your son out of the tub, wrapping him in the yellow towel before embracing him. “Dada!” You and Bob simultaneously plant kisses on Grayson’s cheeks, sandwiching him between the two of you.

@ellabellabus07 @oscarissacsslut @phoenixhalliwell

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My Girls

Jake Seresin (Hangman) X Female Reader

Summary: You and Jake just welcomed your daughter into the world. She’s five weeks old and Jake has never been more in love.

Jake Seresin had fallen in love, deeper and more completely than he had ever imagined. From the moment that Eleanor Grace Seresin was born at 2:02 AM on May 23rd, Jake was wrapped around her tiny little finger. In Jake’s eyes, his little Ella was the most wonderful creature to ever grace the planet (along with her mother). She was the perfect combination of the two of you. She had your upturned nose, pink lips, and round cheeks. But her striking green eyes, long dark lashes, and tufts of dark blond hair were all Jake. 

Jake sighs, dropping his duffle bag by his feet. He smiles as your golden retriever Koda bounded up to him, tail swishing in excitement. “Hey buddy,” Jake squats down, scratching Koda’s ears and petting his head. “Let’s go find our girls,” Jake says straightening up. Koda trots happily behind Jake as he searches the house for you. He smiles, hearing your voice coming down the hall. Jake follows the sound into Ella’s nursery. Your back is to Jake as you change your daughter’s diaper. He leans against the doorframe, enjoying the image in front of him. “And that’s why, no matter what daddy says, mommy saved him first.” A chuckle from the doorway causes you to look over your shoulder. Jake strides into the room, grinning. “You both have to stop being so cute or I’m gonna throw you over my shoulder and start working on making baby number two.” You laugh, lifting Ella from the changing table. Jake leans down, kissing you sweetly, before allowing you to place Ella gently in his arms. Jake kisses her cheek softly before sitting down. He stretches his legs out, softly placing Ella between them on the patterned playmat laid out on the floor. “How was your day?” you ask as you begin to fold the pile of clean laundry. “Daddy’s day was good. How were mommy and Ella’s day?” Jake responded to your daughter rather than you, never looking up from her sweet face. “We had a great day. We took a walk with Koda, went to the grocery store, and even took a nap.” You answer Jake’s question with a chuckle. “You went to the grocery store?” Jake asks Ella, leaning down and kissing her nose. “Did mommy pick up the stuff for daddy to make dinner tonight?” His question was once again directed at Ella rather than you. You rolled your eyes playfully. “Yes she did, maybe daddy can get going on dinner because mommy is getting hungry and Ella needs a bath before bed.” You speak in the same high, sweet tone Jake had used. He chuckles, scooping Ella into his arms and standing up. He slings an arm around your shoulders, the other holding his daughter safely. You wrap your arms around his middle, both of you looking at your beautiful daughter. Jake drops a kiss on the top of your head. “I missed my girls.” He mumbles against your hair.

You groan softly, turning onto your side you reach across the darkness expecting to feel Jake’s warm skin. You’re met with the soft fabric of your comforter. You open your eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. Jake is no longer lying next to you. You stretch your arms over your head before getting out of bed. You sleepily pad down the hall, making your way to the nursery. You’re greeted by the soft, warm light of Ella’s nightlight, accompanied by Jake’s deep, soothing baritone voice. “You, Miss Ella look just like your mama,” Jake says, stroking his finger down her smooth cheek. "Which is a good thing because she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.” You grin and whisper, stepping into the room. “Her daddy is pretty easy on the eyes too.” He’s sitting in the rocking chair… shirtless. Ella’s tiny cheek was pressed against his bare chest, her green eyes wide with wonder, listening to her dad’s voice.  Jake looks up at you, a sheepish expression on his face. “Please tell me you didn’t wake her up just to tell her how pretty she is. I really don’t want her to inherit your ego.” You smile, crossing your arms and leaning against the side of her crib. Jake scrunches his nose and glares playfully at you. “No…” Jake trails off. “She was already awake.” He answers, looking back at his daughter. “Oh really? What was wrong?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow. “She hiccupped…” Jake mumbles. Ella coos softly, before closing her eyes, snuggling into her father’s chest. Jake smiled brightly. “I’m sorry, I just… love her so much. She’s perfect, just like her mama.” He winks. Jake stretches his hand out to you. You accept it and allow him to pull you in. He wraps an arm around your waist and guides you to his lap, careful not to wake your dozing daughter. He nuzzles into your neck, placing a soft kiss on your jaw before murmuring, “I love my girls.”

@ellabellabus07 @kajjaka @eviesaurusrex

I will be writing a similar blurb for Bob Floyd next! Thank you for the continuing love and support.

[writergirl35]

Complicated

Jake Seresin X Reader Imagine

*Your call sign is Apex*

The crowd's buzz hits you as soon as you enter the Hard Deck. Smiling with nostalgia, you look around, taking it all in. Friends and colleagues grouped drinking, talking, dancing, and playing pool. You spot an old friend sitting by the pool table in the corner of the room. You push your way through the sea people. “Bob!” You call.

“Apex! "Bob rose from his stool enveloping you in a hug. “Are you here for the special detachment?” Bob asks as he pulls away from you. You nod, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Yeah! I just got in, God Bob, it’s so good to see you!” You bump your shoulder into his. Bob turns to a beautiful woman with dark hair and brown eyes. “Phoenix, this is Apex, we graduated Top Gun together. She’s a weapons system officer too.” You shake her hand in greeting. “Nice to meet you Phoenix, it’s always nice to see another woman around.” Phoenix nods in understanding and smiles. “Likewise, you play pool?” You grab two pool cues and pass her one. “Rack em’ up.” You respond with a grin. Just as you lean over to take the first shot, you hear a deep voice. “My, my, my, what have we here?” You turn to look over your shoulder. He’s tall, if you had to guess you’d say 6’0. His skin was bronzed, and his emerald eyes gleamed with mischief, as he flashed you a smile. The air around him crackles with arrogance, and you could tell he was just another cocky flyboy, with an ego too big to fit into his helmet. Phoenix rolled her eyes and introduces him to the group, “Guys, this here is Bagman.” The man sits on the edge of the pool table and grins at you. “Hangman.” He corrects her. “And this is Apex.” Phoenix gestures to you. Jake stands, looking you up and down. “What’s your name?” Hangman asks, looking into your eyes. “Y/n,” You answer, extending your hand. He shakes it. “Y/l/n?” Hangman knowing your last name catches you off guard. You raise your brows in surprise, “Yes….?” Jake smirks, a playful look on his face. “You’re my new back seater.” 

“Jake Seresin?” You ask as a smile creeps on your face. You couldn’t stop the excited shivers that run through your body. Jake gave you a nod, “At your service ma’am.” This partnership was going to be complicated trouble, and you knew it.

You carry your F/18 manual along with a notebook and pencil, walking next to Phoenix as you enter your makeshift classroom. Rows of tables were lined up, facing a podium standing in front of a large American flag. A few of your fellow aviators were already seated, Hangman in the front. Jake smiles at you, sitting up, his legs spread across the seat of his chair. “Looking for a seat Apex?” Jake asks, sliding a toothpick between his teeth. “I saved a spot for you.” He pats his thigh, raising a suggestive eyebrow. You look at Phoenix, and roll your eyes together. Cocky flyboy, just like you thought. Phoenix strides over to the table where Bob is seated. You shoot him a wave and a smile. “Morning Hangman,” You greet as you slip into the seat next to him. “Morning, sweetheart.” He winks at you. Admiral Simpson steps in, and your group stands at attention. “You may be seated.” He instructs. You take your seat as Admiral Simpson makes his way to the podium. “You’ve all been called back to Top Gun because you are the best of the best. A group of you will be selected for this detachment, and the rest of you will remain on base.” As the Admiral explains the mission, you glance at Hangman. He was smirking, eyes gleaming with excitement. Lost in the potential mission, you didn’t notice Jake leaning over until his warm breath fanned across your face. “We’re going on that mission gorgeous.” He whispered huskily in your ear. You nodded. “Damn straight.” Your instructor made his way to the front of the classroom. As he turned to face your group, Jake ducked his head and sunk lower in his chair. A laugh bubbled up in your lungs, and you had to force it down. Captain Pete Mitchell, his call sign “Maverick” was your teacher. The same man Jake helped throw out of the Hard Deck last night. You, Phoenix, and Bob shared a look, all grinning. Maverick begins explaining his strategy for the mission. The team is tasked with bombing an unsanctioned uranium enrichment plant. Its location? A canyon, being defended by both surface-to-air missiles and fighters that are operating from a nearby air base. Maverick proposes that two pairs of fighters will fly through the canyon at a low altitude to avoid being spotted and bomb the plant. To leave the canyon the pilots must make a steep climb out of the canyon to avoid the mountain. All of this had to be completed in two and a half minutes. After the escape from the canyon, it would be a dog fight getting back to base. Maverick dismissed your group from the classroom, and you headed out to the flight deck to practice fighting maneuvers. You and Hangman waited in the common room, listening to the radio as a few members of your group began the training. You sit next to the radio, bouncing your knee with anxiety. “Hey,” Hagman rests a hand on your thigh to stop the bouncing. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” You cock your head to the side and give him a small smile. “I’m worried about the incline on the way out of the canyon. That’s got to be at least 9 Gs, which means there will be about 2,000 pounds of pressure on our bodies. Someone could go into g-LOC… someone could get hurt…” You trail off in hesitation, “Or die.” Jake gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze. “We all know the risks. It comes with the job.” He states in a matter-of-fact tone. You sigh and nod, looking down at your hands twisting in your lap. “I know. I guess I’m just nervous.” Jake places his thumb and forefinger under your chin, lifting your gaze. “I got your back Apex.” You smile. “I know.” You couldn’t help the swell in your heart, pleasantly surprised by this softer side of Jake. After the exercise was done and everyone had their fill of pushups, you debriefed with Maverick. “You put your team in danger.” Rooster said, turning to Hangman. He looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “They couldn’t keep up.” And there he was again. Arrogant, egocentric Hangman. The Jake that had been so kind to you earlier was gone. Anger bloomed inside you. “That’s not the point Hangman. You left the team. You put them all in danger. Because of us, they would all be dead.” You speak, anger present in your tone. “It’s not your fault Apex, you weren’t the one piloting,” Bob responds. 

“No, it would be my fault. I am just as responsible for what happens out there as Hangman is.” Hangman looks at you, a flash of guilt shines in his eyes, but is quickly replaced with a narcissistic grin. “Sweetheart, I’ll decide how I fly my plane. All you’re there to do is watch my six and drop the bombs when I get us on target.” Outrage floods your veins. But before you can say anything, Rooster’s voice booms from behind you. “Don’t talk to her like that.” Jake looks at you again, remorse flashes across his face. “Apologize,” Bob demands. Everyone turns to look at him, shocked by his tone. Jake gets to his feet, looking down at you. “We’ll talk later.” He grumbles before stalking out of the room. Maverick shakes his head in disappointment. “You’re dismissed, see you all tomorrow.” You get to your feet with the rest of the group, gathering your things and making your way to the door. Apex, can I have a word with you? Maverick asks. 

“Of course sir.” You respond setting your things back on the table. Maverick waits for your fellow pilots to leave before closing the door behind Fanboy. Maverick turns to you, gesturing for you to sit. You drop into the chair, and Maverick sits next to you. “Apex, I wanted to talk about your partnership with Hangman.” You nod with apprehension, “Yes sir.” Panic fills you. Were you and Hangman about to be dismissed from this detachment? On the first day? “First of all, I wanted to say I appreciated you taking responsibility for the problems during the exercise today.” You couldn’t help the pride that grew in your heart. “Thank you, sir.” Maverick nods before he continues. “I’ve also decided that you won’t be flying with Hangman anymore.” Surprise knits in your brows, as you tilt your head in question. “Sir?” 

“You’ll be back seating for Coyote from now on. I think you will work better together.” You were surprised by the disappointment you felt at Maverick’s words. “All due respect sir, we just had a bad day, I’m sure he and I can work on our partnership.” Maverick shakes his head. “We don’t have time for that. I need pilots that can work well together now.” You understand what he’s saying. The teamwork in this mission is crucial, and you didn’t have time to try and figure out how to work with Hangman. “I understand sir.” After your conversation with Maverick, you make your way back to your quarters. Tired and slightly defeated, you didn’t notice Jake leaning against your front door. “Apex,” he says, standing up, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Hangman,” you respond blankly. Jake’s cheeks turn pink, and he looks down at his feet. “Can we talk?” You unlock your door, “There’s nothing to say. You made it very clear how you feel about the team. And about me.” Jake’s heart dropped as he heard the hurt in your voice. “Y/n, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. I want you to know that’s not how I feel.” You sigh, shaking your head. “Well, I appreciate the apology, but you don’t have to worry about me anymore.” You take a step forward, into your room. Jake’s hand snakes around your bicep, stopping your movement.

“What do you mean?” He asks, concern pooling in his eyes. You look up at him, 

“I’m back seating for Coyote now. Maverick’s orders. Goodnight Hangman.” You gently pull your arm away, closing the door behind you. Jake stood outside, stunned. The feelings bubbling up inside him were new. Guilt about hurting you. Disappointment over losing you as his back seater. “Fuck” Jake swore under his breath, wondering why he has to make things so complicated as he walked down the hall. 

You and Coyote were flying next to Maverick, heading back to the flight deck. Despite everything that happened yesterday, you felt good. You and Coyote had worked well together, and you were feeling optimistic about the new partnership. 

“Bird strike! Bird strike!” Maverick’s voice rings out through your com. The controls in front of you light up, “Left engine on fire! Extinguishing!” You call, pressing a series of buttons in front of you. “Just lost the right engine!” Coyote shouts with panic. Your fingers fly across the controls, attempting to get your plane in control. “Shit I can’t control it!” Coyote swears, pulling on the joystick. You and Coyote spiral down, getting closer and closer to the hillside. “Get out of there! Eject! Eject!” Maverick’s commands. 

“Canopy! Canopy!” you shouted before grabbing the eject handle between your legs. “Eject! Eject! Eject!” Coyote yells. You and Coyote shoot into the air, just in time to see your F/18 hit the ground in a fiery explosion. Absolute terror pulsed through Jake. Hearing your panicked voice report your situation over the coms made his heart beat so fast he swore it was about to burst. And then it stopped. Hearing your report you were ejecting sent his body into shock. Before he knew what he was doing, he took off running. 

“Ah fuck.” You groan, trying to sit up. Pain pulses through your head, and you feel like you’ve been hit by a bus. “Careful now gorgeous.” You freeze at the sound. Jake’s voice was not one you were expecting to hear. “Let me help you.” Jake strides across the room. He gently adjusted the pillow behind your back before easing you into a sitting position. You look at him skeptically. “What?” He asks in confusion.

“You’re here.” You state simply. He looks at you, not fully understanding your confusion.

Yeah…?” He trails off, waiting for you to speak again. 

“Why?” you question wearily. Jake sighed, turning to pull a chair up to your bedside. He sat down. “Well, this is going to sound super cheesy, but please hear me out.” He looks at you, asking for permission to go on, you nod and he continues. “You uh, mean a lot to me y/n. I didn’t want to tell you like this,” He says gesturing around the hospital room. “But you didn’t really give me a choice,” He grinned playfully. “But I realized how I felt when I heard you over the radio…” He looks down, emotion swirling in his eyes.

“You’re right Jake, that was cheesy.” You flash him a smile. He laughs, nodding. 

“I know it’s complicated, and I’ve acted like a jackass, it’s just… hard for me to describe what I feel for you… but I know it’s love.” Your breath is caught in your throat. You inhale deeply. “Jake… kiss me.” The feather-light touch of his lips made you feel safe and warm. Jake strokes your cheek softly, melting into the kiss. It was your first kiss, but you instantly knew that it wouldn’t be the last.

[writergirl35]

Crazy In Love

Jake Seresin (Hangman) X Female Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, jealous Jake, spicy-not smutty

Summary: You and Jake have been friends with benefits for about 6 months. You both have developed feelings for each other. When Jake’s insecurities get in the way of him telling you his true feelings, he risks losing you. 

You and Jake have been friends with benefits for almost 6 months now. It started out as a way for you both to relax and burn off the stress and tension that comes with your jobs. Somewhere along the way, about the 4-month mark, you began to develop feelings for Jake. At first, Jake behaved exactly as you expected him to. Egocentric, apathetic, and distant. But the more time you spent together, the more he let you see a different side of him. He was charming and trustworthy, and to your surprise, goofy. As Jake slowly lowered his guard, you fell in love. You couldn’t help it. That man had you wrapped around his finger. As you continue to think about Jake, you rummage through your drawers. Pulling out a pair of jeans, you smile. Jake loved these jeans. They hugged your curves perfectly and the holes allowed him a peek at the silky skin of your thighs. He had a thing for your thighs. You pulled them on and walked over to the mirror in the corner of your bedroom. Before you could admire yourself, you spotted Jake’s figure in the reflection. Jake was emerging out of the bathroom. His towel was wrapped around his hips and he was sporting a shit-eating grin. 

“See something you like sweetheart?” Jake spoke, mischief brewing in his green eyes. You rotated to face him, your eyebrows raised with amusement. Jake’s eyes sweep down your body, gaze lingering on your legs. Your tongue glides along your lower lip before you counter. “Do you?” Jake stalks towards you. Gripping your hips he turned you to face the mirror. Leaning down, he trails open-mouthed kisses up and down your neck. He pulls your hips back, and you can feel him harden against you. 

“Does that answer your question?” He hums in your ear. Turning to face him, you crash your lips into his. The kiss is passionate and aggressive, both your tongues fighting for dominance. You press forward, backing Jake up to the bed. Placing your hands on his chest, you push him back. He lands with a smile, the towel around his hips dangerously close to exposing him. 

“Come here,” Jake commands in his deep voice. You swing your leg across his hips, straddling him. Jake grabs the back of your neck and pulls you down for a kiss. Passion and need course through your body, causing you to moan against his heated mouth.

“You know…” You speak, planting kisses down his neck. “I could stay with you tonight, instead of going out with the crew.” Jake pulls back from you and props himself on his elbows. 

“That’s okay darlin’. You should go. We’ve been spending too much time together.” You feel like ice is coursing through your veins rather than blood. Anguish blooms in your chest, and you try your best to not let it show. Rushing your words you reply,

“You’re right. I better get going.” Pulling yourself off his lap, you quickly turn and grab your purse sitting atop your dresser. “Goodnight Hangman.” You mumble quickly slipping your shoes on and disappearing down the hall. Jake groans, flopping back into the pillows. He knows he stepped in it. Hangman? You stopped calling him that about 4 months after you started hooking up. 

*At the hard deck*

Jake pushed through the crowd, trying to find a space clear enough to look around for you. He couldn’t believe that he had messed this up. You were the best thing that’s happened to him since graduating from Top Gun. And now because he was too insecure to admit his feelings for you, he might lose you. Moving to the bar, Jake waves at Penny to get her attention. “Hey Penny, have you seen y/n?” Jake questions, eyes scanning the crowd around him. “She was playing pool with Rooster, Bob, and Phoenix last time I saw her.” Penny answered, head tilted in concern. Jake nodded a thank you at her. Making his way over to the corner of the bar with the pool tables, Jake continued his search for you. His head swings around at the sound of your laugh erupting from the dance floor. Jake’s heart leaps at the sight of you. You giggle as Bob spins you under his arm, pulls you in, and dips you back. Your smile glows as you sing the lyrics with your group of friends. “Looking so crazy, your love's got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love.” Your voice fades into the background as Jake’s blood begins to boil. Your back was pressed against Rooster’s chest as your hips moved. Rooster’s arms wrapped around your middle, picking you up and swinging you around. You threw your head back and laughed as you were placed back on your feet. You reached for Bob, dragging him closer. You slung your arms around his neck as he hesitantly rested his hands at your waist. You danced against Bob, he flashed you a shy smile, cheeks burning a brilliant shade of red. Just as you were about to grab Phoenix's hand, you felt a touch on your lower back. You twisted around. Jake’s entire body was tense with anger. His heart was beating so fast he thought he was going to burst. He ducked his head, “Can we talk in private for a minute?” He asked through gritted teeth. You nodded silently. You waved hastily at your friends before leading the way to the back door. Jake followed you, but not before shooting glares at Rooster and Bob. If looks could kill, they both would be on the floor. “What the hell was that?” Jake exclaims, slamming the door behind him before stepping onto the beach a few feet away from you. 

“What the hell was what Hangman?” You respond, planting your hands on your hips. Anger rose in your chest. He had no right to be mad at you. He was the one who wanted you to go out tonight.

“What was with Bob and Rooster being all over you?” Jake jerks a thumb over his shoulder, in the direction of the crowd inside. You scuff, raising your eyebrows in disbelief. 

“I was dancing with my friends.” you bite back, folding your arms over your chest.

“Oh please!” He retorts with sarcasm. Jealously pulses through Jake as he remembers Rooster’s and Bob’s hands on you. You exhale in disbelief, throwing your hands up.

“Why the hell do you care Hangman?” Jake’s eyes flash with indignation. His jaw clenches so hard he thinks his teeth may break. 

“You danced like that with me the night we first hooked up.” Jake laughs with no humor. “It was actually to the same fucking song.” Realization hits you.

Jake, are you jealous?” You ask, anger dissipating. You take a small step towards him. 

Jake inhales, nodding his head ever so slightly. 

“Why?” 

 He looks up to the sky before looking into your eyes. His voice is soft, with a small note of uncertainty. “Why? Y/n… you went from meaning absolutely nothing to me, to being everything.” He steps towards you, clasping his hands over yours. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to do this to me.” He chuckles. “I love you.” Jake grunts as you launch your body into his. He effortlessly catches you, hooking his hands under your thighs. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and legs around his hips. You kiss him. 

“I love you too Jake Seresin.” Jake couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his lips. He smiled, kissing you once more.

“Now, take me to bed or lose me forever.” You flash him a devilish grin. Jake returns your grin, equally mischievous. Lifting you up by your hips, Jake slings you over his shoulder, you squeal as he answers, “Yes, Ma’am.”

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My Masterlist

This is an updated masterlist of all the writing I have done so far! I am continuing to write and appreciate all the love and support! 

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Were You Dreaming About Me?

You Are Mine

I Got You

Top Gun

Jake Seresin (Hangman)

Need You Now

Crazy In Love

Complicated

My Girls

All Of You

Bob Floyd

My Boys

That Was Hot

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I Got You

Eddie Munson X Female Reader

Warnings: Violence, reader is in the upside-down with Robin, Steve, Nancy, and Eddie, fluff

Summary: You and Eddie have been friends since middle school, somewhere along the way, you feel for each other. Neither of you is willing to confess your feelings to the other. When Steve is dragged into the upside-down, you jump in after him. Eddie follows you.

You held your breath as Steve plunged into the dark water of Lovers Lake. The boat rocked from his descent as an uncomfortable silence fell amongst your group. Nancy glanced at her watch as the minutes crawled by. 

“How long should we wait for him?” You croaked, your voice shaking with anxiety. Nancy looked at her watch again. You could see the unease in her eyes. 

“Let’s give him a few more minutes.” She responds with a voice laced with distress. Your entire body was rigid, panic coursing through your veins. Steve’s head broke the surface of the black water. Startled, everyone jumped. 

“Oh, Christ!” Robin shouted as the boat swayed with the sudden movement, causing your body to launch forward. Before you could crash to the bottom of the boat, Eddie’s arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back onto the seat. 

“I got you,” Eddie spoke, hand resting at your hip, eyes staring straight into yours. 

“Thanks,” You whisper.

“I found it,” Steve said, swimming towards the boat. Eddie removed his arm from around you as you both turned to look over the side of the boat.

“You found it?” Nancy asked, leaning over to look at Steve. Robin grabbed the walkie-talkie and spoke excitedly. 

“Dustin you're a goddamn Einstein! Steve found the gate.” Steve’s hands gripped the side of the rocking boat, trying to catch his breath before speaking once again.

“It’s pretty wild. It’s more of a snack-sized gate than the mama gate, but still, it’s pretty damn big-” Steve’s body was jerked back beneath the water. 

“Steve!” You shrieked, shooting to your feet. Your body reacts before your mind does. You leapt from the boat, sinking into the sinister water below. 

“Y/n! God damn it! Son of a bitch!” Eddie cursed as he rose to his feet preparing to swim after you. “This is so stupid, this is so stupid. Shit! Shit! Shit!” Just as Eddie was about to plummet into the uncertain waters, Robin grabbed his wrist. 

“Wait! Eddie, hold on! We have to think, we need to… I don’t know! Come up with a plan or something.” Eddie shook his head softly. “I can’t lose her.” He surged forward, into the water.

*In the upside-down*

You race across the terrain towards Steve. You see him struggling on the ground, one of the demon bats' tails wrapped around his neck, two others ripping into the flesh of his torso. Frantically searching for a weapon, you pick up a discarded ore. Swinging the ore down with as much force as you can muster, you send the bat flying. You stomp on the body of the bat that’s choking Steve, and begin stabbing it with your ore. You thrust the ore into the demon’s body over and over. “Come on!” You seethe, plunging the ore back into the bat’s body. At the sound of a panicked shout, you raise your head. You see Eddie sprinting towards you, an ore in hand, he’s screaming at you. “Y/n, behind you! Watch out!” Before you can turn around, a demon bat lands on your back, sinking its teeth into the flesh of your shoulder. You arch your back as you shriek in pain. Eddie is fast approaching, “Oh my god! Y/n!” He grabs the bat by its tail and pulls. 

“Get it off! Get it off me!” You yelp in agony. Eddie pulls the bat with all his strength.

“God damn it! Shit!” Eddie swears. As Eddie continues to pull at the bat on your back, Steve manages to escape the tail wrapped around his neck. Robin and Nancy come bolting towards you and the boys. As Eddie finally pulls the bat free, he pins the tail of the bat under his boot. Picking up the ore you dropped, Eddie jams it into the bat’s body, twisting it for good measure. The bat screeches in agony before twitching still. You stagger back, violent pain radiating from the gash in your shoulder. Black spots erupt behind your eyes as the battle around you comes to an end. You stumble forward and Eddie catches you, hoisting your body up against his. “I got you.” Concern swims through his eyes as he brushes your wet and tangled hair away from your face. You smile weakly at him, gripping his biceps for support.

“That fucking hurt.” You wince, smiling regardless of the pain. Eddie chuckled gratefully, beyond relieved that you were okay. Breathing deeply, you begin to feel the adrenaline dissipate. Awareness of Eddie’s body pressed against yours spread through you, painting your cheeks a deep pink. You could feel his heart beating rapidly as he dipped his head, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“Would you hit me if I kissed you?” he asks in a soft but playful tone. You giggle, bringing your hands to rest on top of Eddie’s shoulders. 

“I might if you don’t.” you whisper. Eddie pressed forward, connecting your lips.

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Need You Now

Jake Seresin (Hangman) X Female Reader

Inspired by the song “Need You Now” by Lady A (lyrics italicized)

Warnings: Angst, mentions of panic attacks, mostly fluff

Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor

You sat on the cool floor of your bedroom, knees pulled to your chest. You tried to breathe deeply as you looked at the mess around you. Polaroids, printed photos, and handwritten letters were laid out in front of you. You extended a shaky hand, reaching for the picture closest to you. Jake had one arm extended, taking the photo. His other arm was around your shoulders, your hand resting on his chest. You both were smiling up at the camera. Even from behind his sunglasses, you could see love sparkling in Jake’s green eyes. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as you fought against their escape. You sighed deeply, resting your head back against your bed.  You couldn’t believe that this was it. After all you and Jake had been through, you never would have expected it to end like this. Your tears escaped, blazing trails down your cheeks. You needed him.

Reaching for the phone because I can’t fight it anymore

You reached across the floor grabbing your phone.

Another shot of whisky, can't stop looking at the door. Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before

Jake gripped the tumbler of whiskey tightly, bringing it to his lips and draining it in one sip. The alcohol burned as it slid down his throat. He poured another glass. Before raising the drink to his lips, Jake couldn’t help but look over his shoulder at the front door. Only days ago had you left through that door. Only days ago, he broke your heart. Jake gulped his drink down and slammed the glass on the counter. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey, he slowly made his way into the living room and sat down on the couch. Jake remembered the night he told you about the latest assignment he was being considered for. You had a panic attack. The idea of Jake not coming back made you physically ill. That night, as Jake held your shaking body, he knew he had to end it. He never wanted to be the reason you broke down like this. His next assignment was going to be the most dangerous one he’s faced yet. There was a high chance he wouldn’t be coming home. 

I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now

Jake reached into his back pocket for his phone. Just as his thumb hovered over the call button, the screen lit up with your name and picture. “Y/n” Jake’s voice floated through the phone in a whisper. You inhaled deeply, feeling the effect of his deep voice radiate through your body. “Jake” you responded softly. You could hear his staggered breathing on the other side of the phone.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now

“I need you.” The words tumbled over your lips, coming out in a delicate whisper. Jake exhaled a breath of relief. Clearly and softly Jake asked “Can you come over? I’m a little drunk.” You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips. With the reply of a simple yes, you hung up and grabbed your keys. Jake bounced his leg in anticipation of your arrival. He didn’t know what he was going to say, or how he was ever going to apologize enough for hurting you. But he knew he was going to try his hardest to get you back. A soft knock pulled Jake to his feet. Jake walked to the front door in a few strides, swinging it open quickly. His heart ached at the sight of you. Timidly, you stood in front of him. Your hair fell around your face in a perfect mess. Your cheeks were flushed with color. The glasses you wore only in front of him were sliding down your nose and your body was wrapped in his black United States Naval Academy shirt, accompanied by your favorite grey sweatpants. “Jake!” You gasped as he enveloped you in a hug, pulling your body impossibly close to his. Jake pulled you in as you kicked the door closed behind you. You wrapped your arms around Jake as he tucked his face into the space between your shoulder and neck. “I’m so sorry darlin’.” He mumbled into your skin. You thread your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, gently dragging your nails against his scalp, trying to soothe him. Jake hummed contently. He loved when you did that. “It’s okay Jake.” You assured him, continuing to pull your fingers through his hair. Jake pulled back, his large hands coming up to hold your face. Jake runs his thumb across your cheek, catching a tear as it fell. Jake’s warm breath fanned across your skin. He smelled like whiskey and leather, with the smallest hint of jet fuel. He smelled like home. “I never wanted to hurt you. I just couldn’t bear the thought of not coming home to you. I couldn’t put you through that much pain.” 

Guess I’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all

You pulled Jake’s lips to yours. You kissed him sweetly. His lips were soft against yours, and he could taste your vanilla lip balm. Your tongue traced his lower lip gracefully, eliciting a moan from the fighter pilot. Jake’s hands slide smoothly down your body, resting on your lower back. He pulled your hips into his body and he could feel your excited heartbeat. You danced your lips down his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive spots you knew so well. “I fucking love you Jake Seresin.” You moaned into the skin of his neck. You felt his body shudder under your lips. Jake pushed his hips into yours. He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear and whispered seductively, “Say it again.”