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Ch. 10: Texas Memories

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

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Before:

Leaning against some pillows on Jake's bedroom at his parent's place, you tapped the answer button on the iPad, and immediately, an image of Jake, shirtless and with his dog tags hanging between his defined pectoral muscles, appeared on your screen.

"Hey, darlin'," he greeted.

"This is certainly a pleasant surprise. What's the occasion for this view?" you inquired.

"Just calling to give you a heads up on my next duty station."

It had been six weeks since Jake had departed from his family's home in Texas, while you remained there for a class.

"And?" you inquired, full of anticipation.

"I'm being assigned to Kingsville, Texas."

"Jake! That's fantastic! Your mom's going to be thrilled!"

"And what about you?"

"Jake, I wrap up this class in a few days, then I was offered a study in Wyoming, and then it's back to Wisconsin for me."

"Why don't you stay at my parents' place?"

You gave him a look. "Because we've been over this. The University of Madison has the best veterinary college in Wisconsin."

"Why not transfer to A&M?"

"Because a lot of my college credits won't transfer, that's why. Is there something you're not telling me?"

"No, I'm good."

Believing in his words, you chose to steer the conversation elsewhere. "So, how's the training going?"

"Good. I'm at the top of my class."

"Jake! That's fantastic! Have you made up your mind about what you want to fly?"

"I'm leaning towards the F-18 Super Hornet."

"That's a…?"

"It's a fighter jet."

"Oh," you respond quietly.

"Y/N, you knew flying was my goal."

"I did, but being a fighter pilot hadn't crossed my mind." You took a deep breath. "But if that's what you want, then go for it."

"How's school going?"

Glancing over on the bed, you caught sight of the white plastic pregnancy test that you had taken just minutes before, nervously twisting it in your hands as you awaited the results.

"It's going good. I'm finishing up this really interesting bioscience study."

"And that's what?"

"It's devoted to animal and human wellbeing and understanding to prevent and treat disease."

"Yeah. I've got nothing."

You let out a nervous laugh, your gaze fixed on the pregnancy test which now displayed the results. "Jake, there's something I need to tell you," you said, your tone shifting to a more serious note, and he could tell something was up.

Jake's attention snapped to you, his expression immediately shifting from casual to intensely focused, a trace of concern etching his features. He took a step closer, his eyes searching yours for a hint of what was about to come. "What's going on? Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry yet trying to remain calm for your sake.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you held up the pregnancy test to the camera so he could see the positive result. The silence that followed was heavy with anticipation, as you watched for his reaction, unsure of what to expect but hoping for his support.

After a moment that felt much longer than it actually was, Jake's face transformed from concern to a mixture of surprise and joy. "Is this…? Are we…?" He couldn't seem to find the right words, his usual eloquence replaced by a rare loss for words.

You nodded, a small smile breaking through your nervousness. "Yes, we're going to have a baby."

"OMG!" Jake exclaimed as you watched him jump up and down excitedly on your iPad.

Jake's excitement was palpable even through the digital screen, his joy transcending the distance between you. He stopped jumping and leaned closer to the iPad, his face filling the screen. "This is the best news ever, Y/N! I can't believe we're going to have a baby!"

His enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep within you. It was a relief to see him so happy, and it made the moment even more special, sharing it together even if it was through a screen.

"I wish I could be there with you right now," Jake said, his voice softening, a hint of longing in his eyes. "To hold you, to celebrate together... But we'll make up for it, I promise."

You reached out, touching the screen where his face was, wishing for the umpteenth time that he was there with you. "I know, Jake. It's okay. Just having you here with me like this means everything. And knowing you're just as excited about our baby makes this moment perfect."

Jake placed his hand against the screen, mirroring your action, creating a moment of connection despite the physical distance. "As soon as I can, I'll be there with you. We have so much to look forward to, Y/N. You, me, and our little one. We're going to be a family, and I'm going to be the best dad ever. Just you wait and see."

The promise in his words filled you with warmth and an unshakeable belief in the future you were building together. "I know you will, Jake. I can't wait for us to start this new chapter together. I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N. More than anything." His smile was a beacon of hope, lighting up the path to your shared future, no matter how challenging the journey might be.

Three months later...

Gradually, you opened your eyes, taking a moment to acclimate to the glaring brightness and the persistent beeping that filled the room. The first thing that came into focus was Cindy's face hovering over you.

"Y/N, how are you feeling?" she inquired, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Where am I?" you managed to ask, feeling the dryness in your throat.

A man dressed in a white doctor's coat turned towards you. "Hello, Y/N. I'm Doctor Buchanan. How are you feeling?"

A dull ache throbbed in your abdomen. "Sore," you replied.

"As you would be after being kicked by a horse," the doctor responded.

You turned to Cindy. "What happened?"

"You were examining a horse during a class, and when you pressed on another sore spot, it kicked," he explained.

Suddenly, the memory of the baby flooded back, and you turned anxiously to the doctor. "The baby. What about the baby?"

"Y/N, I'm sorry," the doctor said gently. "The kick led to a miscarriage. But everything else seems to be okay, which means you can try again in the future."

Feeling a profound sense of loss, you sank back into the pillows, the tears beginning to flow unchecked.

Cindy gave the doctor a nod. "Thank you, Doctor."

Observing your tears, the doctor offered a sympathetic look. "I'll come back later," he said, before exiting the room.

Turning her focus to you, Cindy's expression was one of concern. "Y/N, why didn't you tell us?"

"I only found out a few months ago and had just told Jake. We wanted to make sure first and he wanted it to be a surprise for you all," you explained, your voice laden with emotion. "Where's Jake?"

"He's on his way home. He managed to catch a flight about an hour ago."

"Does he know about the baby?"

"No, I just found out myself," she replied softly.

"He's going to be devastated," you remarked, your voice slightly cracking.

Cindy continued to remove pieces of hair that had fallen onto your face. "He will be, but I'm sure he'll manage."

You turned to Cindy. "The house isn't even done being built yet. Until then, I can't go home."

"You'll stay with us. You don't need to worry."

"But I was supposed to go back before."

"It'll be okay. Do you want some water?"

"I'd love a sip."

Cindy extended her hand, picked up a cup filled with ice chips, and gently placed one in your mouth. Just then, her phone chimed. She reached for it and glanced at the screen. "Glen has just picked up Jake from the airport. They're on their way here now," she informed you, her voice a mix of relief and apprehension at the impending reunion. "You get some sleep, okay? I'll be right here."

You offered a weak nod, feeling the weight of your eyelids become too much to resist. As sleep began to envelop you, the events of the day seemed to drift away into the distance.

As you stirred from your sleep, you felt a gentle kiss pressed against your forehead and the comforting warmth of a hand holding yours.

Blinking your eyes open, you found yourself gazing into a pair of green eyes filled with concern and upset, silently conveying a depth of emotion that words couldn't capture.

"Jake," you whispered softly.

"Hey, darlin'," he replied, his voice tender. He then leaned in to gently kiss your lips, offering a moment of comfort amidst the turmoil. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore, but okay," you responded, trying to muster a reassuring tone.

Jake's gaze lingered on you, a mix of hope and fear in his eyes. "And the baby?"

Tears began to well up in your eyes as the weight of the news you had to share pressed down on you. "Jake… I'm so sorry," you managed to say, your voice breaking with emotion.

Jake tenderly cupped your cheek with his hand, his touch a source of comfort. "Darlin', it's okay. You're okay, and that's what's most important," he reassured you, his voice steady and full of unwavering support.

"I just want to go home," you murmured, longing for the comfort of familiar surroundings.

Jake gave you a look of understanding, his resolve clear. "I'll see what I can do," he promised, ready to take action on your behalf.

Several hours later, with gentle care, Jake assisted you into his parents' house and then into his own bed within his bedroom, ensuring your comfort and safety every step of the way.

You pulled the comforter over yourself, adjusting the soft fabric around you to make yourself as comfortable as possible in the cozy surroundings.

Jake leaned down and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. "Get some rest, darlin'," he whispered, offering a moment of solace and care.

"Jake. Lay with me," you requested, your voice carrying a longing for his presence beside you.

Jake quickly stripped down to his boxers, his dog tags clinking softly as they settled between his chest muscles, and then he carefully climbed into bed beside you. Gently, he wrapped an arm around you, his concern evident in his voice. "This doesn't hurt, does it?" he asked, making sure his embrace was comforting rather than painful.

"No," you replied, finding solace in his proximity as you snuggled closer to him. "I've missed you, Jake."

"I know, darlin'," he responded, his voice carrying a note of solemn understanding. "Maybe you should quit school and come with me," Jake repeated, his suggestion hanging in the air between you.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you turned to face him more directly. "What?"

"Quit school and come with me," he said again, his proposal clear and earnest.

"No, Jake. Why would I do that? I have an opportunity to go back to Wyoming and examine some cattle there during the summer," you responded, emphasizing the importance of your career and the opportunities ahead of you. Your tone conveyed both surprise and a gentle reminder of your commitment to your own path.

"I just thought it might be safer," Jake explained, trying to justify his suggestion.

"Safer for who? Me or for you?" you asked, seeking clarity on his motivations.

"Y/N, just calm down. It was only a suggestion," Jake attempted to soothe the rising tension.

"No, Jake. It wasn't just a suggestion. I know you," you countered, implying there was more beneath the surface of his proposal, highlighting the depth of understanding between you two and the complexity of the decision at hand. "Then you quit being a pilot."

His eyes widened at your response. "No," he stated firmly, then took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "Y/N, you're supposed to be relaxing," he reminded, his tone softening, indicating his concern for your wellbeing amidst the emotional exchange.

Feeling the weight of the moment, you turned back around and nestled yourself deeper into the blankets, seeking comfort in their warmth and the familiar surroundings, allowing the tension to ebb away as you focused on resting and healing. You felt Jake let out a sigh beside you, a sound that carried a mix of frustration and resignation.

As you woke the next morning, the bed beside you was notably empty. Your gaze swept the room, a silent query to the whereabouts of Jake. Then, the inviting aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, drawing your attention and stirring a gentle hunger. With careful movements, mindful of your recent physical and emotional strains, you eased out of bed, and headed towards the kitchen where Cindy stood at the stove.

"Morning, Y/N. How are you feeling?" Cindy inquired with a warm tone as you entered the kitchen.

"Still a bit sore. Have you seen Jake?" you asked, hoping to find him nearby.

Cindy looked at you, a hint of surprise in her expression. "He left early this morning," she informed you, not expecting your reaction.

Your eyes widened in disbelief and concern. "He did what?" The news of his unexpected departure caught you off guard, stirring a mix of emotions and questions about the reasons behind his sudden exit.

Confused, Cindy looked at you. "He said he told you."

Seeing the confusion on Cindy's face, you quickly explained, "He didn't tell me anything about leaving."

Concerned and eager for answers, you excused yourself and made your way back to the bedroom, where your cellphone had been left untouched since the night before. With a sense of urgency, you picked up the device and scrolled through to find Jake's number. Once located, you dialed his number, each ring echoing your growing apprehension and the need for clarity on his sudden departure.

As the call went to voicemail, a sigh escaped your lips, disappointment mingling with concern. "Jake, it's me. Where are you? Call me back," you spoke into the phone, your voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of worry. After hanging up, you returned to the kitchen, trying to mask your unease.

Cindy glanced up as you entered, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Any response?" she asked, hoping for some good news.

"Nothing," you replied, a hint of frustration in your voice as you placed your cellphone on the table. Cindy, sensing your distress, gently set a plate of food in front of you, perhaps hoping that the gesture might offer a small comfort amidst the morning's unsettling start.

As you settled into the comforting embrace of the outdoor papasan chair, wrapped in the warmth of a blanket with a book in hand, the sudden ring of your cellphone broke the tranquil morning silence. Seeing Jake's face flash on the screen, a rush of mixed emotions flooded through you.

"Jake! Where are you?" you answered, your voice a blend of relief and urgency, eager to finally hear his voice and understand the reason behind his unexpected departure.

Jake's voice came through, clear yet tinged with a seriousness that immediately set you on edge. "I'm back at the base."

The simplicity of his statement did little to soothe the whirlwind of questions in your mind. "Why didn't you tell me you had to go back?"

His response was unexpected, causing a deeper furrow in your confusion. "I didn't because I didn't have to. I made the decision."

Confusion swept over your face, a tangible reflection of the turmoil inside. "I don't understand." The words slipped out, a verbal embodiment of your attempt to grasp the situation. His decision, made without warning or explanation, left you searching for clarity amidst the sudden shift in your shared reality.

The conversation took a sharp, abrupt turn as Jake spoke again, his voice carrying a weight that suggested an underlying urgency or perhaps a discomfort with the conversation. "Look. I have to go. I'll talk to you later."

The quickness of his departure from the call didn't escape you, nor did the subtle hint of hurt in his voice, a detail that tugged at your heart. With a mixture of frustration and sadness, you found yourself responding almost instinctively, voicing the thought that had been gnawing at the back of your mind since his suggestion the night before. "It's because I won't quit, isn't it Jake?"

The words hung in the air, a silent plea for understanding, for a deeper explanation that might bridge the growing gap between you. The connection was severed before you could explore further. As the call ended, the arm holding your cellphone dropped to your lap, the device now a heavy weight carrying the silence of the unresolved conversation. The moment was a mix of disbelief and sorrow, a mental scramble to piece together the sudden shift in your relationship dynamics.

Cindy, sensing the change in atmosphere, chose that moment to walk out the back door. Her presence, always a comforting constant, felt especially needed now. Noticing your distress, she approached with a blend of concern and motherly intuition.

"Y/N. You okay?" Her voice was gentle, an anchor in the storm of emotions you found yourself adrift in.

"I'm okay. I was just on the phone with Jake."

"What did he say?"

You shrugged. "Nothing really. He's upset I won't quit my schooling because of the loss of the baby."

Cindy's expression softened with understanding, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and empathy. "Y/N. I'm so sorry. Jake can be…" She paused, seemingly searching for the right words, understanding the complexity of emotions involved.

You interrupted her, not wanting to place blame or dwell on the negative. "No. It's okay. I leave for Wyoming next week." Your voice carried a determination, a clear indication that despite the emotional turmoil, you were set on moving forward with your plans and commitments.

Cindy nodded, respecting your decision. "Well, I just want you to know that we're here for you, no matter what. And if you need anything while you're in Wyoming, you just let us know."

"I will. Thank you."

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desert-fern · 11 months

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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 10: On Nights Like This

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

*Image belongs to @unicornships but I found it on Pinterest*

A/N: Chapter title came from the song Nights Like This by St. Lundi

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, bombs, murder, explosions (all very briefly mentioned), so much pining that there should be a forest in the middle of a Saudi Arabian Air Base

Word Count: 4.2k (sorry, it's long and mostly filler)

Masterlist >> Part 9 >> Part 11

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When the pilots entered the conference room on the day of the mission, they found half the room was filled with Seals writing furiously on papers in front of them.

“Did we walk in on a test or something?” Fanboy asked, glancing at Fireball who sat next to the door.

“No,” Bear answered from the front of the room. “We realized that some of the wills weren’t up to date and neither was contact information. So they have this time now to fix it and make sure everything is correct.”

“Wills? Like what happens if someone…”

Bear nodded. “Exactly.”

The pilots exchanged looks. It was bad luck to talk about death before a mission, but it appeared that the Seals had no qualms with it. “We can come back in a few minutes, if that would be preferable,” Maverick offered.

“There’s no need. They have another 25 or so to finish up before we get started. Take a seat, talk quietly amongst yourselves, or go grab anything you forgot,” she replied, head dipping back down to finish her own documents.

The Daggers stepped over bags and made their way over to the empty seats at the front, Jake sitting the closest to where Bear was perched on the edge of the table, scribbling away. When her watch beeped, the room filled with the shuffling of papers being put away and within minutes, the room was quiet again. “So, I can tell that you have questions about how this will play out,” Bear began, looking at the pilots to her left.

A few nods followed her statement. Maverick spoke up “Bear has informed me that we will need all of you. Two teams, am I right in saying that?”

“You are. Team one, Alpha team, goes for Khrushov’s compound, bombs it and returns to base to take a second run at it. I want it burned to the ground,” Bear replied. “Team two, Bravo team, you are on standby until we have completed our mission. You will take out al-Hameed’s compound when I give the order.”

“We’re following her? Not Mav?” Payback voiced, leaning over to look at her.

“No, I told you back at North Island that we follow Bear’s command,” Maverick replied. “That includes for the extent of the mission, however long that takes.”

“And in the event that I am captured or killed, you follow Bug’s command,” the Commander explained. “But until then, you are listening to me.” Her tone left no room for argument, making it very clear that she meant business. “Am I clear?”

Nods and sounds of agreement came from all over the room except from a few men near the back. They weren’t fans of how Bear ran her team, thinking her incapable and not worthy of their respect. It had escalated when the Daggers had joined them. The pilots made waves in their desired status quo, which made them angry. Especially since Bear seemed so distracted with a certain blond pilot.

There was one man among the angry that stood out among the group; his attitude on her team left much to be desired and he was pissed when Bear had been promoted over him to Commander. He had plans for her, he had plans for the pilots too. But he and the others were in the minority, Bear not sparing them a second glance as she continued with her briefing. “Great. So, Flare and Fireball have sent their recon teams out to watch Khrushov’s compound. Flare, what have they found?”

The young woman stood. “Delta teams 6, 7, and 8 are placed on the North and East sides, and Echo teams 4, 5, and 9 on the South and Western sides. Delta 6 has reported seeing Khrushov enter his compound with Osmund early this morning. They have since left and Echo teams 5 and 9 have informed us of their arrival back at al-Hameed’s personal compound, as of two hours ago,” she informed the room.

“So what does that mean for us?” Fanboy asked.

“It means that the first set of planes doesn’t have to worry about missing any high-level targets. Unfortunately for our targets, they all have us Seals to contend with,” Bear replied, looking over at her people. She gave the table three knocks, watching a grin flicker across Shrike’s face. Her interrogation specialist was a different breed, always ready and unnervingly amped up in the field, and Bear had just signaled to her people that all three targets were to be brought back in bags for proof of elimination. So it was safe to say that Shrike was keen.

“And the second team?” Maverick asked.

“The second team will crush the compound when we have swept and cleaned it. All evidence is to be removed first then you guys get to blow something up. Marshmallow is with us on doors and traps,” Bug chimed in.

Bear gave her second a quick nod before continuing “Maverick has the piloting assignments. If you find yourself on team one, you are suiting up and doing your checks asap. Team two is waiting for mine or Bug’s all clear and codes before you take off.”

Raptor raised his hand, speaking as Bear turned to him. “Codes?”

“Good catch. Team one, you are taking off when we are in position. Your drop command is ‘Banshee’,” Bear told the room. “Team two, listen for ‘Vendetta’. Both words will be repeated twice. No more, no less. Am I clear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Wonderful. Let’s get into tactics. Maverick, the floor is yours.”

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The briefing lasted most of the afternoon. Bear and Maverick each taking turns to fill in details of the mission, the pilots finally being briefed on the severity and importance of the mission to be completed. “So Daggers,” Bear began. “Colonel Richmond has approved you all time to contact your families, loved ones, or whoever you need to before you get ready. You have exactly 30 minutes each.”

The pilots glanced wordlessly at each other. “What about your people? Have they made their calls?” Halo spoke, breaking the tense silence.

Bear nodded. “We had our time last night. We wanted to give you all your time without us all up in your business anymore than we already have been,” she replied with a soft look. “When we break, you guys should go do that. Tell your people you love them. You guys have an easy job, but the universe can be a bitch.”

Grateful smiles were sent her way from the pilots to her left, especially Bob, Rooster, and Phoenix. They had their partners at home who knew the risks; all three flew or had flown for the Navy at one point or another and they all knew just how quickly things could change.

Hopefully today wouldn’t be one of those days where they found that out.

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Around 1700, the doors opened and the Navy members filed out in grim silence, the pilots realizing just how much could go wrong. Not that they hadn’t already, but it was sobering walking in and seeing full platoons editing their wills, seemingly without concern in their eyes.

“So Alpha team is who again?” Fanboy asked, breaking the silence.

Phoenix glanced around. “Bob and I, Coyote, Halo and Omaha, and Bagman, I think.”

Those she named nodded in silent agreement. They had grown close to the Seals and the briefing had made the danger their new friends faced all the more clearer. “Great,” Coyote said with a nod. “I’m going to call my parents. I want them to know that I’m going to be okay out here.” A few others trailed after him, having the same idea.

Behind the group of pilots, the Seals filed out of the room, chatting quietly. Bug and Flare had their heads together, whispering about something. “Priya,” Bear said quietly, getting Bug’s attention. “You know where my letters and will are, correct?”

Bug looked concerned. “Bear…”

“Priya please. Do you know where they are?”

The woman nodded. “I do. In the third pocket of your bag. Tucked in blue envelopes. You also keep your list detailing what has to happen if you don’t make it,” Bug replied in a hushed tone. “What about… him?” She asked, referring to the blond pilot who stood ahead of them, talking quietly with Fanboy.

Flare, who was standing a little ways off, felt a lump in her throat at her Commander’s words. Bear had mentored her since she’d joined Seal Team Three, and she felt a connection to the woman. Most of the team did. “You’ll be fine, Bear,” she said as she walked up to her CO.

“Mei… you can’t possibly know that,” Bear replied, watching Flare’s eyes shine with unshed tears at what she’d overheard. She ignored Bug’s question about Jake, too afraid her voice would crack if she tried to speak of the letter she’d written him. The letter where she had confessed everything; her feelings, how she loved him back, how she didn’t hate him calling her ‘Teddy’, and how she treasured every moment spent together in the short time that they had known each other. She had written that letter a long time ago, before the Lincoln had even left port, and had only recently tacked on a note about her fears for her team. She knew something was off and if… if she didn’t make it back, Jake had to know.

“You have to be. You’re Bear. This is your team,” Flare insisted, face now pleading for Bear to tell her that everything would be okay. She knew the danger of the job. Hell, she was great at handling the pressure and the danger, she wouldn’t be a Lieutenant otherwise. But this mission had her scared, it had most of them scared. “You will be okay.”

Bear ran a shaky hand over her face. “Yeah, Flare. You’re right. I’ll be okay,” she lied, trying to give some hope to her young Lieutenant.

Bug gave her a nod. “We’ll get through this. We have done all we can, Mei,” she said, trying to reassure her friend.

Flare nodded, swiping her hand over her eyes. “We’ll all come home safe. Promise us that, Bear.”

Plastering a grin on her face, Bear nodded. “I can do that. You’ll all come home safe. When have I ever let you down?” she lied. Inside, her heart was breaking. She knew that something was going to happen. Something hadn’t sat right with her since she’d arrived in Riyadh, and it drove her crazy not being able to figure it out. All she knew was that something was going to go wrong and she’d do all she could to make sure the only body bags coming home were those of their targets. “It’s going to be okay, Flare.”

Bug nodded, sending her own strained grin to reassure Flare. “We’ve got you.”

When Flare hurried ahead to catch up with FAK and Shrike, both women’s feigned smiles faded into a look of grim apprehension. “Come on, Priya. Let’s get suited up. We have a long few hours ahead of us.”

Bug hurried off, leaving Bear alone for a moment on the cement outside a large building. She glanced at the sky, relishing in the brilliant blue before drawing a shuddering breath. “Come on Bear,” she whispered. “Be strong. You know the building like the back of your hand. You trust your team. You know you can do it. So shake it off.”

Unbeknownst to her, Jake had heard every word she had spoken to her teammates. He heard the fear in her voice, the same fear she’d spoken of only the night before. And it hurt him to hear it. Rounding the corner from where he and Fireball had been chatting, Jake stood next to Bear, just offering his presence to help ground her. “I believe in you, Teddy,” he mumbled, nudging her gently.

A forced smile crossed her face as she looked up at Jake. “Thanks.”

“I mean it. You have done all you can, and I know that you and your team have this under control,” he replied, pushing certainty into his tone. “You are incredible at your job, and I am lucky that I get the chance to follow your lead for this mission. We all are.”

Bear let out a soft huff of a laugh, shaking her head at him. “People like you make it easy,” she countered. “Now go make your call, I’m sure that there are people back home who are waiting for you.” The words tasted bitter in her mouth, and she was angry with herself for being jealous.

“My name was drawn yesterday. I called my family last night before I came and sat with you,” Jake told her. “Turns out I get to be an uncle for the fifth time.”

Her eyes crinkled as she gave him a soft smile. “Congratulations Flyboy.”

“Thanks.” He glanced at his watch, before sighing. “I guess if we leave at 2230, I should start my checks huh.”

She nodded. “That’s probably a good idea. I should really get suited up.”

Neither of them moved for a moment, both still caught in the pull of the other. Since they’d gotten to know each other, it became harder and harder for them to distance themselves. Jake pulled her into his orbit and she spun around him like a moon trying desperately to get closer.

“Good luck, Flyboy,” Bear told him, rising up on her toes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, before hurrying off across the tarmac to the barracks. Leaving Jake standing there, a hesitant hand came up to touch his cheek, as if to feel the warmth and softness of her lips once more.

“Good luck, Teddy,” Jake mumbled, watching her retreat to the barracks.

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The barracks were a cacophony of noise. Vests were fastened, gloves tucked into pockets, rifles being checked, double checked, then checked again. The room was palpable with a nervous energy, something that normally gave Bear her own sense of strength. But tonight was different. The normally jovial teasing was absent from the room, instead tense conversations were being held between small groups.

“Bear!” Fireball shouted from the far side of the room. “Your shit’s back here!”

“Good to know Marcus, thank you!” She yelled back, walking through what felt like a minefield of gear, weapons, and ammunition on the floor. Bear stopped, crouching down next to the newest member of her team, a petite woman given the name ‘Stripe’ for the tattoo on her back. “You good?”

Stripe nodded, a tendril of her dark hair falling into her eyes, making her groan. “I will be once I get my hair to fucking behave.”

Bear chuckled. “Try pulling the sides back first and tying them back. Then do the bun. It’s what works for me, but Daisy might have a few other tricks if it doesn’t work,” she told her, clapping her on the shoulder.

The Commander made her way over to her bag, drawing in a deep breath before blowing it out harshly and sat down. Systematically, Bear pulled her gear on. Strapping weapons, ammo, and other gear to her body. The only thing she left off was her helmet.

See, Bear had a trick to keeping herself focused on the mission at hand and ignoring what she saw as she moved through burnt compounds and minefields. Her helmet was the key to this trick; it gave her the ability to mentally flip a switch, to compartmentalize everything she saw and experienced, and it would stay that way until the last piece of her gear came off. When it did, she could process everything, but until then, she was strictly a Navy Seal. One who didn’t flinch. And her team knew that too; keeping their distance as she got ready.

“Platoons. Are we ready?” Bear spoke after a few minutes of silence. She was outfitted in her tactical gear, the sight intimidating when paired with the stony expression on her face. “Our breach is at 0100 exactly. Do your final checks, do whatever you need to do to get in the mindset. I will be outside at 2230, you know what happens if you’re late. Am I clear?”

“Crystal,” Raptor replied, the people around him nodding. “We’ll be here, Bear.”

“Great. You are dismissed until then.”

Slowly, her team filtered out of the room, each of them grabbing their packs and hauling it back to their accommodations. They had everything they needed on them. Bear caught Daisy helping FAK fasten their medic patches to the back of their gear, chuckling to herself as she watched FAK turn in circles trying to do it themselves. “You okay, FAK?”

“Just peachy, Ma’am,” they replied, shooting her a wide grin. “It'll be good to go in a few if Daisy’ll stop laughing and help me.”

The woman in question just doubled over, laughing harder. “I-I-I’m sorry!” She wheezed. “You just looked like a-a dog chasing its tail!”

FAK sent Bear a look that screamed “You see what I have to deal with” that made the older woman snort and turn away. “Daisy, just make sure that FAK has their patches on correctly before we leave.”

“Sounds good boss lady,” Daisy chirped, grinning at her CO. “C’mon Eddie.”

Bear shook her head, slipping out the door and stood outside, drawing the fresh air into her lungs as she wandered close to the airstrip. She could see Maverick watching his pilots conduct their checks and found a few of her Seals nearby watching them.

Jake saw her approaching and had to do a double take. The uniform was by no means flattering, but Bear made it look phenomenal. The pants gave a glimpse at her muscular thighs, helmet tucked under her arm as she walked closer. “Bear!” He yelled, waving her over.

“Flyboy,” came her response. Amusement glimmered in her eyes behind the sunglasses she wore. Taking in the man before her, Bear could have swooned. The setting sun set his blond hair ablaze with golden light, making him look ethereal. Not that she’d ever tell him that. But by the smirk on his face, she gathered that he already knew.

“Come to see how we get set up?”

Bear pretended to think. “Nah. Just got bored waiting,” she teased, poking him in the chest, passing by to walk under the Super Hornet that sat close by. “I don’t know why I’m surprised, but I thought it would be smaller,” she mused aloud. She ran a hand along the wing as she hummed in thought.

“I don’t usually have women saying that to me,” Jake teased, grinning as she shook her head at him. It was odd seeing her next to his plane, but it ignited something in him that caught him off guard. Feelings, hot and burning, suckerpunched him square in the chest with their intensity and all Jake could do was stand and watch Bear as she took in the aircraft. “But I guess there’s always a first time for everything.”

Bear cocked her head to the side, watching Jake stand aimlessly in front of her. “Don’t you have checks to be running?” she asked.

“I do, but everything left is in the plane and I’m enjoying having a beautiful woman inspecting my plane,” he replied as he approached. Mostly hidden under the plane itself, Jake dropped his voice to a whisper. “Are we going to talk about earlier?”

She bit her lip, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Do you regret it?”

Did she? Bear had to think. The obvious answer was no. Jake had forced his way into her thoughts, shoving aside every hesitation and barrier she had put up to protect herself and left an imprint of his laugh and smile on every part of her body and soul. Nothing was unaffected. Yet, a tiny part of her did regret it. Her job was her life, it gave her a family away from her own. She hated that she could have jeopardized it over a man of all things.

Her silence must have been enough of an answer for him, because Jake just nodded. “Got it. I’ll back off.”

“Jake,” she said. And he stopped in his tracks. “I don’t regret it.”

“What about your job?” He was eyeing her cautiously, seemingly afraid of her answer.

“I regret the timing, but not the action. We can have a conversation after the mission, I promise.”

He nodded, eyes scanning her face for any sign of discomfort. “Okay. I can do that.”

Bear smiled softly. “Okay. We’ll talk later. Now, why don’t you tell me how this brilliant bird flies.”

The soft grin on his face widened. “Now Teddy, that I can do. C’mon,” he said excitedly, tugging her hand and making her follow him out from under the plane. He redid his checks, eagerly showing the Seal how everything fit together, what he was checking for and more. More than once he’d trail off, abandoning his sentence because he spent too long watching her face light up when she correctly guessed what a certain piece of the aircraft did.

Unbeknownst to them, Phoenix, Bob, Rooster, and several of the Seals were watching this exchange in stunned silence. “Bagman hates redoing checks,” Phoenix mumbled as she stared at her colleague.

“But the second a pretty girl asks, here he is, redoing them,” Rooster finished, a chuckle leaving his lips.

Fireball and Bug exchanged glances. The pair of them having been taken completely off guard by the excitement rolling off their CO this close to a mission. To the best of their knowledge, Bear was serious and stony from the moment her gear went on to the moment the last piece was removed. So this version of her was odd.

“Not just any pretty girl,” Bob said, glancing over at Phoenix, who shook her head in disbelief. “A Navy fucking Seal Commander.”

“Bagman sure can pick ‘em,” his pilot remarked. “Goddamn. I knew he had the hots for her.”

Rooster snorted. “You and the rest of the team, Nix. Now, will he actually do something about it?“

“Twenty bucks says he asks her out at the end of the mission,” Phoenix replied quickly.

“Make it thirty, and he asks her over coms,” Fanboy chimed in.

“Bear would hate that,” Fireball told them. “And besides, she’s still technically his boss here. It’s against the rules.”

“Buzzkill,” Rooster teased. “Fifty bucks says she kisses him first.”

He was met with a series of unconvinced looks. “Dude,” Bug said, “There’s no fucking way. Bear won’t risk her job, but it’s cute that you think she’ll make the first move.”

A loud bark of laughter startled them and they looked over to see Jake doubled over laughing at something Bear must have said. “But we do agree, right? They’re perfect for each other?” Phoenix asked.

“Hell yeah.”

“Mhmm.”

Other sounds of agreement were mixed in and they continued to watch the pair in front of them before Maverick cleared his throat, an eyebrow raised. “Please tell me you are done with your checks,” he told them, his own gaze flicking over to watch Bear shove Hangman playfully. “I really don’t need Bear to be pissed at me because my team isn’t ready.”

The pilots scattered, leaving Fireball and Bug standing alone. “We should go check on our people, right? It feels weird to watch this,” Bug mumbled to her friend.

“We really should. It’s like watching my mom flirt,” Fireball replied, pulling a face.

Bug laughed. “Don’t tell her that. And isn’t she only two years older than you?”

“Shhh.” The two lieutenants walked off, disappearing around the barracks.

Grinning at Jake, Bear ducked under his arm to stand in front of him. “I told you that they were betting on us!” she exclaimed. “Your people are worse than mine!”

“That’s a matter of opinion, Teddy. Not fact.” Jake was trying to keep his face from breaking into a wide smile at her antics.

“And the facts are that your pilot buddies started betting almost immediately. Not mine,” she countered, finding herself standing closer to Jake.

“Agree to disagree then.”

She shot him a wink before stepping back. “We‘ll see, Flyboy. We’ll see.”

“Just like we’ll see if you can be made to say ‘please’?” He shot back, the smirk crossing his face in full force.

Bear paused, her grin growing wider. “Be careful, Lieutenant,” she purred. “You’ll get us both fired if you keep talking like that.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jake replied, swallowing harshly. He hadn’t known that his rank purred like that turned him on. Maybe it was just the woman in front of him, but he was pretty damn sure that this was a new development.

“Good to hear,” Bear teased. She knew full well what she had done; the way his eyes widened the smallest bit and the abrupt swallow clued her into the fact that she was just as capable of flustering him as he could her. “You should probably finish your checks. I’ve distracted you long enough.”

“Probably a good idea. And you are the best kind of distraction, Teddy. I’ll see ya when my boots hit the ground,” Jake replied, climbing up into his plane to finish his checks and watched shamelessly as she walked off toward the Jeep that would be following the helicopters. “Get it together,” Jake mumbled, giving his head a shake and going back to work.

Maybe if Bear hadn’t been around and he had been paying attention, he would have realized a bolt was missing, but he wasn’t, so he didn’t.

===

A/N: I’m sorry. I really am.

Thank you @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s and @dakotakazansky for pre reading this mess of a filler chapter, and for screaming at me.

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topguncortez · 2 years

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What about a follow-up to the Rooster/Reader pregnancy fic featuring Maverick and “ i saw the pregnancy test in the trash. ” ??

pairing: teenage Bradley Bradshaw x teenage Y/N Mitchell part 2 to THIS fic:) prompts list

A/N: am I about to make this a friends to lovers series. . . idk, stay tuned

|| masterlist || kofi || whumptober ||

It wasn’t very often that Mav had a day during the week off, but since he was currently on thin ice with his new admiral, he was given the day off. Y/N was at school, so the house was unusually quiet for him. He was used to hearing her talk on the phone with one of her friends, or her playing music, or her tv on.

Maverick wasn’t used to having the whole day to do nothing by himself, so he decided to finally tackle the growing to-do list for his house. They had lived at this house for over ten years, and Maverick did what he could to keep up on repairs. Only thing was. . .Maverick was a pilot, not a repair man. The repairs only lasted for so long until they were broken again. It was one of the things his ex-wife, Jamie, complained about. That Maverick had too much pride to call an actual repairman.

“Fix the overhead fan in Y/N’s bathroom,” Maverick mumbled to himself reading the list, “Didn’t I just fix that?”

He grabbed his tools and headed towards his daughter’s room. He cursed her slightly, seeing the mess in her room. He wasn’t ever too hard on her about keeping a clean house like his dad was, but he told her that the mess stays in her room. Maverick stepped into her bathroom, and looked up at the ceiling where the fan was. He placed his hands on his hips as he inspected in, flipping the switch and hearing a loud clanking sound.

“That didn’t happen before,” Maverick winced and turned the fan off. He looked around the bathroom, seeing what he could find to possibly use to step up on to reach the cover of the fan, when he spotted something. He furrowed his eyebrows as he stepped towards the trashcan in the corner. His jaw dropped, and he felt his heart race. He quickly left the bathroom, leaving his tools right where they were, and went for his car.

There was one person in this world who knew Maverick better than himself, and that was Tom Kazansky. Even though he lived on the other side of the country, Maverick and Ice still kept in touch, sending texts almost every day and calling at least once a week (sometimes more if Maverick got himself in trouble). Maverick had learned to trust Iceman after their first mission in 1986, and Ice had become Maverick’s closest confidant. When Jamie left Maverick about ten years ago, and he was left to be a single parent, it was Ice that he called first. And right now, it was the same thing. Maverick sat on a park bench and dialed his number, waiting for the line to pick up.

“Don’t tell me you got yourself grounded again,” Tom’s voice sounded through the receiver.

“No, not this time,” Maverick said with a laugh, “How are things?”

“Good, kids are good, wife is happy. Now I know you didn’t call to talk about me. What’s up?”

“It’s Y/N.”

“She sneaked out again? I told you, kids do that-”

“I think she’s pregnant,” Maverick said, cutting him off, “I was going to fix something in her bathroom, and I saw the box in her trash.”

“Oh,” Ice said, “You talk to her?”

“I’m not even sure how to,” Maverick scratched the back of his neck, “They don’t really cover this topic in flight school.”

“No,” Tom laughed, “They don’t. I guess all you can do right now is ask her. She’s probably scared, and that would make sense why she didn’t say anything. You can’t jump to conclusions right now.”

“I just. . . I thought she would come to me with this sort of thing. I didn’t think she would be sneaking around and not telling me if there was something wrong.”

“Pete, there is no one in the world that girl trusts more than you. . . well maybe Bradley, but that’s different. She’s probably scared you will be mad at her. She’s not even out of high school yet, and her life is possibly going to change forever. She needs you now more than ever. So you can’t keep fucking up.”

“When did this become an intervention?”

“Pete. . . “

“Sorry.”

Tom sighed, and shifted in his desk chair. His blue eyes glanced at the picture of his wingman and his daughter. The little girl looked up at her dad with those same green eyes as him, “She’s all you got. Jamie ran off, you keep being sent to BFE for doing stupid shit. No wonder she hasn’t come to you about this. She’s spent more time alone in the past three years than she has in her entire life. You need to stop this reckless bullshit, and be there.”

Maverick looked down at his shoes and sighed. Ice was right. Maverick had been proving that he was still the same Pete Mitchell from 1986, who was the reckless flyboy. Maverick knew the only reason why he was still stateside and not overseas is because of Ice. And he knew that Y/N probably knew that too.

“Talk to her,” Ice said, “And be nice about it. Especially when she tells you who the father is.”

“Why would I get mad about that?”

“Cause I have a feeling it’s someone we both know,” Ice said, and then looked at the picture of a young Bradley Bradshaw and Y/N Mitchell, both with braces on their teeth, side by side on the front steps of the Naval Academy, “I gotta go. I’ll leave my phone on in case Y/N calls for help to bail you out of jail.”

“It was one time,” Maverick rolled his eyes. He said goodbye to Ice and hung up.

— — —

Y/N was a bit shocked to see her dad’s care in the driveway when she got home from school. Usually Maverick didn’t make an appearance until closer to dinner time. She noticed that the garage door was also up, meaning he probably attempted to fix something, and Y/N would have to either call a repairman or Bradley to come help fix it.

“Dad! I’m home!” Y/N called out as she walked through the door. She kicked off her shoes and set her bag by the steps. She walked into the kitchen, and jumped at the sight of her father sitting at the table, picking at his hands, “Hey. . .”

“Hey,” Maverick said, “Take a seat.”

“Are you leaving again?” Y/N said, her voice restricting as she tried to fight back tears.

“No, sweetheart,” Maverick said, hating that look in her eye. It was the same look her mother gave him when he would tell her that he was being deployed again. He had seen it a couple times in Y/N’s eyes and he hated it, “Please, sit. We need to talk.” Y/N nodded and took a seat across from him. Maverick let out a sigh as he sat back in his chair, and rubbed his sweaty hands on his jeans. He thought back to his conversation with Ice earlier.

“Okay, what is going on, cause you are starting to-”

“Are you pregnant?”

“What?” Y/N said, feeling her heartbeat in her throat.

“I saw the pregnancy test in the trash.”

“You went through my room!?”

“That’s what you’re concerned about right now?” Maverick said, “At least next time hide the evidence a little bit better. But you didn’t answer the question.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, and turned her head, not trying to let her dad see the tears in her eyes. She hated these types of conversations. She had them with Maverick before, when she got caught sneaking out, when she stole from the liquor cabinet, when she colored on the walls as a child.

“Y/N,” Mav said softly and she turned her head to face him.

“I’m sorry,” She gasped out and Maverick moved from his spot to wrap her in a hug. Y/N let out a sob as her father wrapped her up in his arms. He rubbed her back as she cried in his arms. He hated seeing her cry, it was one of the worst things a parent would have to go through.

“It’s okay,” Maverick said, “I’m not mad. I am more upset that you didn’t come to me about this.”

Y/N pulled away from her dad, and wiped her eyes, “I didn’t know what to do. I still don’t know what to do.”

“Well,” Maverick took a deep breath, as he sat back in his chair, and tried to remember all the reading he did about twenty minutes before Y/N came home, “First thing is, have you been to a doctor?”

“Just the free clinic on base,” Y/N mumbled, and fiddled with the sleeves of her jacket, “I might’ve used the fact that I know the commander of the pacific fleet as leverage for them to not call you.”

Maverick rolled his eyes, “Well, first thing tomorrow morning, we’ll get you set up with a doctor. I can ask some of my co-workers for recommendations.”

“I already asked Lieutenant Mills for a list.”

“Christine knows?”

“I had to tell someone! I didn’t know what to do. Swore her to secrecy.”

“Proud of you for using your resources, but I should’ve known. . . third? I guess,” Maverick chuckled, “Okay so, doctor, tomorrow. And then. . . we go from there. You graduate in a couple months, and then-”

“I deferred my acceptance to U.V.A. Going to community college for the first two years.”

“What about the father? Does he know?”

And that was the second conversation Y/N was trying to avoid. She wanted to hold out on having the conversations about the pregnancy and paternity of her child until her and Bradley had a chance to actually talk through what they were going to tell Maverick. Bradley promised that he would be there with her when she told Maverick, wanting to sort of act like a buffer in case things went sideways.

“Yeah uh. . .it’s-”

“Y/N!” Y/N closed her eyes at the sound of the one voice she didn’t want to hear right now. Maverick looked at her wide eyes as the front door shut and foot steps approached them, “I got your text about studying for the chem exam. You didn’t text me back so I didn’t know. . . when you. . .I’m interrupting something,” Bradley said as he walked into the Mitchell kitchen.

Y/N looked up slowly at her father, giving him a tight lipped smile. Maverick looked between the two of them, closing his eyes and letting out a scoff.

“At least its Bradley, and not some bum,” Maverick said, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You plan on sticking around?”

“More than you ever have,” Bradley said, and Y/N looked up at him with a glare, “Sorry. But yeah, I do. This is my kid too, I plan on being there. I’m not going to the academy anymore, so she’ll have me close by.”

Maverick felt the sting of Bradley’s words as he spoke, “Alright. I’ll let you guys get to studying. But, first thing tomorrow-”

“Doctor, got it,” Y/N said, reiterating her father’s words. Maverick nodded and kissed his daughter’s forehead before retreating down the hall to his office. Y/N waited a moment until she heard the door to his office shut, before smacking Bradley’s across the arm.

“Ow! What was that for?!”

“For walking into my house uninvited,” She then hit him again.

“Ow! What was that one for!?””

“And that was for bringing up him pulling your papers,” And then, she hit him once again.

“OW! WHAT WAS THAT ONE FOR?!”.”

“That was for getting me pregnant,” Y/N giggled and Bradley rolled his eyes. He brought her in for a hug, and kissed the top of her forehead. They still hadn’t talked much about that night, and neither one knew how to bring it up. For all they knew, they were still just friends. . . having a baby.

“Well, the hard part is over now,” Bradley smiled, and pulled away from her.

“Yeah. . . hard part,” Y/N said, and sighed, sitting back down in her chair as she watched Bradley go through her fridge looking for food.

Maverick sat down in his office chair with a sigh, as he looked at the family picture on his desk. It was of Y/N, Bradley, Carole, Goose and himself, days before Goose’s death. Jamie didn’t want to make the trip to California to see Maverick during TOPGUN. But Carole, being the saint that she was, made the trip with two toddlers so that Y/N could see her dad. Little did they know, that was the last picture they would ever take together.

“I wonder what you would say, Goose,” Maverick whispered to the picture, “Our kids having a baby together. I owe you both twenty bucks. Never thought it’d happen.”

He looked from the picture down to his hands as a tear fell from his eye. Maverick had felt guilty about what he did to Bradley, pulling his papers and making him have to choose a different plan for his career. But, it made sense now that Bradley was going to be a father. He had hoped that maybe Bradley could see where Maverick was coming from, trying to keep Bradley alive long enough to see the birth of his child.

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callsignhoney · 2 years

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being maverick’s daughter ➤

pairing(s) ➤ pete “maverick” mitchell x daughter!reader , bradley “rooster” bradshaw x sister!reader

your number one role in this dysfunctional family?

peacemaker

for years you desperately tried to play peacemaker between your two boys

when you were little, it was you, your dad, bradley, & aunt carole

through thick & thin, you were with each other through everything

even after your aunt carole died & bradley moved in with you, it was your little family against the world

you had mav & bradley wrapped around your little finger since before you could talk

carole would always tease them about it

(carole) you two are pathetic

(mav & bradley, attending your tea party with butterfly clips in their hair & glitter smudged on their faces) get out

you could get them to do anything for you

bradley would play any game you wanted

mav would take you anywhere you wanted to go

but then mav went & pulled bradley’s papers from the naval academy for whatever reason & ruined what you had

bradley never forgave maverick until the uranium plant mission, but for you he would tolerate being around maverick

he came to your high school graduation & would come home for holidays when he could

but despite your best efforts, their relationship remained strained

no matter how much bradley insisted he didn’t need them, you still gave him updates on not just yourself but your dad too

it was your small way of refusing to let him cut your dad out of his life fully

you have always been your dad’s #1 fan

anything he was doing you wanted to know about

missions, projects, prototypes, you were always down to listen to him talk

you had always been a smart kid

one time in high school he was talking to you about some problem they were having & you rattled off some electrical knowledge that just fully fixed whatever it was

he knows he can always go to you for a fresh perspective

you got a full ride to mit & he was never prouder

you went for aviation engineering

your dad made it to your college graduation but bradley was deployed

you did still get a flower delivery the morning of & a phone call the next day from him

unsurprisingly, you did eventually join the navy as an engineer

the roles were reversed for your basic graduation bc bradley could make it but your dad was on a mission of some sort

the other girls in your unit were like “hey l/n who’s this?” & you were like “my brother bye” & dragged him off bc you weren’t keen on letting anyone share the time you had with him

you weren’t really that protective of bradley, you just didn’t want to lose him any more than you already had when things fell apart with him & your dad

HOWEVER

bradley is insanely protective of you

he will cut in in like .3 seconds anytime anyone is flirting w you

doesn’t matter if you were flirting back or not

it’s not happening

(some rando at a bar) can i buy you a drink?

(you) that’d be nice—

(bradley) Y/N THERE YOU ARE I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU COME WITH ME OVER HERE YEP WAY OVER HERE LET’S GO

literally squared up against hangman when he tried flirting w you in the hard deck

do not test him

that shit ain’t happening

no way in hell

you’re a sneaky little thing & kept tabs on the two of them during the training for the uranium plant mission even though it’s supposed to be top secret

hondo was your man on the inside

when mav told you he was made team leader, you just told him to be careful & look after bradley

(mav) i’ll bring him home

(you) bring both of you home. promise me.

(mav) i promise

they came home to you arms around each other & you were just like “oh thank fuck finally” & ran to hug them super tight

you were finally a family again after the mission

if you ever have children, they will be the most treasured little humans on the planet earth

if you get married, whoever you marry is going to have the hardest time getting both of your boys’ stamps of approval

idk who you are if you think they both wouldn’t cry at you wedding

they both would

bradley would give some bs excuse like “i’m allergic to the flowers you decided on” when you know he’s not allergic to them

just a discordant little navy family

you love each other dearly

you will not be letting either of them get away from you again

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lavenderbradshaw · 1 year

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Two Paper Airplanes

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

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?

“Eject, eject, eject!”

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

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

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

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

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

20 stitches in a hospital room

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

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

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

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

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

“What, baby? I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“I’m pregnant.”

When you started crying, I did too

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

“Pregnant. I’m pregnant.”

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

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

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

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

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

When the sun came up, I was looking at you

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

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

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

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

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

#bob #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob top gun #robert floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #top gun bob #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun imagines #top gun blurb #top gun one shot

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𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍-𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 一 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 '𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐍' 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 → the green-eyed monster of jealousy is actually a drunken, cocksure 6 foot something who couldn’t give less of a shit about fraternization policies.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 → @fandom-life-12 ; could you write a Hangman x pilot!wife!reader where they met when they were at top gun the first time and no one knows they’re married bc they keep their rings with the dog tags under their shirt?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 → jake ‘hangman’ seresin x pilot!wife!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 → swearing, lowkey harassment

“I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE HAPPY TO SMELL STALE BEER AND CIGARETTES,” Phoenix theatrically exhaled, arm swooped through Y/N’s in a coerced heave towards the doors of the Hard Deck, “Maverick is psychologically torturing us by sticking us in the armpit of some room with guys whose fucking egos are bigger than said room.”

A bout of relentless training had saturated into the breadth of their bones, the presence of psychological exhaustion from being confined to a conference room with some of the Navy’s prodigal assholes, weaved into the anchor cinching their bodies. And the Hard Deck was the favored remedy for those wearied muscles and minds.

“Maybe it’s a test,” Y/N indulged the other woman’s exasperated grouse, squinting against the sun that haloed the bar’s roof. Phoenix raised an eyebrow in an implicit gesture to elaborate. “To see who can keep their cool the longest ー anyone that can emotionally tolerate being in a room with any of those trigger-happy fuckboys has my respect.”

Phoenix half-heartedly scoffed, a lone finger angling her aviators onto the crown of her head as to fix Y/N with an amused swirl in her amber eyes, “I’m surprised you’ve kept yours; Hangman practically eye fucks you or propositions you with innuendos any chance he gets. I’d fail Maverick’s little Freudian experiment.”

The acknowledgement of the six-foot irritation that afflicted Phoenix ー and previously her until a couple years ago ー exacted a finespun stiffening in her shoulders and waver in her eased expression. A six-foot irritation that was her husband. The subtle clang of her wedding ring against the firm steel of her dog tags, both pleated beneath the tan collar of her uniform presently, abruptly fell louder against her ears.

“Unwelcomed, sex-driven comments from men? You basically just described what my entire time in the Navy has been like,” Y/N ventured to dispel any peak of conjecture Phoenix may have gathered from the flounder in her stance and behavior.

The remark braced with discomfort in her throat as she uttered it; in her primitive days at the academy, she would have contently ー eagerly ー rose to the occasion of ridiculing Jake Seresin with a cocksure smile on her face, particularly if there was a blissful moment in which his own face cramped up with offense at the nerve of her comments.

Much to the disgruntle of that brash, zealous girl, that wasn’t her modus operandi anymore.

Yet, to Phoenix, it very much still was. And that would never change.

For the sake of not laying waste to their respective Navy positions, Jake and her had settled that their textbook transgression of the military’s fraternization policies, be tucked within a snug shroud of secrecy.

And, it had worked for two years.

“Fuck, I’ll drink to that,” Phoenix’s smirk fostered into a broad simper as she jostled open the main entrance doors, a cacophony of drunken exclaims and eighties music spilling out into the humid Californian air.

The languid spin of ceiling fans brandished fleeting relief to the heat that crawled against their skin as they walked into the measly crowd that mingled beneath the recumbent lights. From within the swarm of locals adorned in their casual attire, it wasn’t a task to spot the throng of aviators that had colonized one of Penny’s pool tables, a round of Coors Lights stanced on an adjacent table.

By the grace of keen senses or pure coincidence, Jake peered up from meticulously lining up his cue, tilting his head towards her with a gleam of his sharp smirk.

“Hotspur and Phoenix, ‘bout damn time you two showed up,” he beckoned, haphazardly angling himself against the height of his cue stick, “Can stick the tab on one of you now.”

His glance then lingered on her for a drawn moment, Phoenix’s blunt scoff secondary to how Y/N rolled her eyes, a horridly suppressed smile betraying the gesture of irritation.

“I’ll grab us our usuals, you should go over and save Bob,” she murmured to Phoenix with a lax cadence of amusement for the bespectacled young man that sat at a booth behind the pool table, pinched expression conceding that he’d rather be anywhere but here whilst tinkering with the straw in his soda.

“From them or his own world of misery?” Phoenix quipped in the midst of shifting her arm out from the crook of her own before moving to trek the meager distance to the cluster of pilots.

Y/N adjusted her aviators into the rear pocket of her trousers whilst she then traipsed up to the counter, the concave edge jabbing into her rib cage as she poised her elbows unto the sleek, cold surface.

“You, my dear, were very much missed,” Penny stated as she maneuvered the corner behind the counter with Phoenix’s and hers beverages of choice, supple, oval droplets of condensation dribbling onto Y/N’s hands as she accepted them. The older woman gestured with her chin towards the ashen-blonde and sun-kissed man that observed her while easing his beer against the curl of his lips, “Practically ogling the door every time the bell went off, waiting to see if it was you that came through. He’s whipped.”

Penny’s awareness of their marriage was a consequence of a series of unfortunate events; an evening where Y/N 一 a relentless chatterbox when drunk, at least in the beliefs of the entire squadron 一 had wobbled up to Penny, asking through a string of hiccuped giggles for another Coors Light for her husband.

“Your husband?” the tawny-haired woman indulged the younger woman’s drunken musings.

“Yeah,” Y/N professed with a hiccup, dredging her hand beneath the tailored collar of her uniform, and in a rather crude motion, presenting a silver chain necklace with a diamond ring swaying from it. Before the single-syllable question of “who” could leave Penny’s thoughts, Y/N supplied the answer with a finger pointing dazedly at Hangman.

“Seems like you were entertained, though,” Y/N chided, a tiny smirk pulling on her face as Penny tweaked off the caps of their drinks with an opener.

“Entertained? But I just got here,” the two women begrudgingly turned their heads towards the drawled voice, some churn of vexation already festering within their expressions as the conceited man bolstered himself against the counter.

“Drinking all by yourself, beautiful?” he delved further into the inescapable pit of shitty wisecrackers, projecting a stifling ambience that proclaimed superiority by virtue of his birth.

“Maybe you should so you can work on some better one liners,” Y/N deadpanned, partly gesturing the neck of one of the bottles towards him whilst steadying a step further of distance between them.

“Sharp-tongued,” the man tsked, essentially smacking his own tongue against the arch of the top of his mouth. The aforementioned step of security was forsaken as he ventured forward, “Bet that tongue gets you far in the Navy.”

Her face flushed remarkably in the faint light brought on by the window littering in daylight, a tick of a clench in her jaw. Though there was an absence of an explicit remark, his words suggested enough as to what he was implying.

“Farther than you,” in her cruel attempt to inflict a good cut into this man’s esteemed ego, something — his hand — heaved her abruptly forward by the wrist, the drinks sloshing forth from its glass confines in her own clasp.

“Hey!” Penny struck an effort to dissuade the man, extending a hand to his shoulder in vain as he fluidly stepped out from the length of her grasp.

Y/N’s gaze was alike in sharpness, nearly a knife, and challenged his own. She then attempted to twist around furiously so she could push him away for the security of distance, a thwarted endeavor as his fingers acutely pressed into the flesh of her forearm.

“You should be glad that it’s as busy as it is right now — that people are watching,” he essentially growled in nearness to her face, the caustic aroma of vodka fanning across the frustrated crimson of her cheeks.

“Nah, you should be,” Jake’s voice was uncannily composed as he was, in a moment, closer to him, albeit dimly intoxicated. He sternly shoved the man away from Y/N, who hastily wrenched her wrist from his grasp, lightly recoiling when Phoenix’s hand then eased onto her shoulder in consolation.

Jake was an ample extent taller than this other man, yet the stark contrast in height inflicted nominal restraint in his harassment as he ineptly bustled Jake’s hands from his shoulders.

“Just because you got your fancy, tailored uniform with all your awards and shit, ain’t mean you can waltz up and interfere with my business,” his response was clear of his razor blade patience and the pair of men were simultaneously now a clusterfuck of pissed off emotions.

“I can when I’m her husband,” Jake was glowering at him now, eyes searing holes into his soul, upending the collar of his polo within his fist.

“I’m sorry, her what?” Phoenix murmured with incredulity, and Y/N promptly decided then that she’d rather imagine that the calamitous duo of alcohol and pride hadn’t just doomed their military careers, thus she disregarded the other woman’s bewildered whisper from behind her.

“You let your wife mingle out here all on her lonesome?” the man mustered out from the taut grip that was fastened onto his shirt.

Y/N eyed the frustrated clench of Jake’s stern jaw, damn near prepared to give this man the beating of his life.

In the thin-ice silence that then sheathed bitterly over them, Jake’s shallow breaths were shards of glass and she spoke to the man before he could throttle the spindly twenty-something.

“If I wasn’t here, you’d be a bloody pulp on the ground, asshole. You’re not even worth the effort of a fight,” she lowly uttered with taunting underlies of smug, shrugging off the dainty clasp on her shoulder from Phoenix as to level her glance with that of the man’s inferno glare. She then shifted her weight to solely face her husband, “Just let him go, Jake.”

The dirty blonde’s fury rolled off him in tidal waves, a furnace in the midst of a rather enthralled ensemble of patrons, knuckles flushed with a potent white against the navy cloth of the man’s shirt, “You should be fucking glad that she’s a better person than you are 一 then both of us 一 because I’d otherwise gladly break your nose against this counter for touching her.”

With evident reluctance, he relinquished the cinch on the polo’s collar and spared no delicacy with propelling him more or less onto his ass in the direction of the exit. A paper-like pressure on his clenched fist roused him to reality, away from his mind that gnawed with too many emotions and too much alcohol, and away from the man that essentially scrambled out through the oak doors.

A dense proximity was between them now, a sensory overload kindled by the fluster of the circumstances, and an intense stare bridged between their eyes. She heeded the blush that crept up her neck whilst she beckoned for them to go outside. Anything to staunchly elude the questioning and confounded glimpses of their entire squadron that had poised themselves against the counter, thoroughly engrossed.

Yet, as she promptly shifted to pursue a curt exit, he leaned forward and pressed his lips onto hers with tenacity bred from his stupor of alcohol. His chest heaved against the other’s, a hand touching her blush-stricken cheek. Her breath almost instantaneously steadied with the delicate contact against the flush of her skin, even as it was fleeting as he pulled away with a few moments spared to the kiss.

“We can go outside but there won’t be much talking,” Jake mumbled against the shell of her ear, a tentative shiver pouring over her spine at the warm breath flittering across her hairline, it vanishing just as abruptly as it manifested as he then nearly collapsed against her shorter stature with a muffled grouse.

“Because you’ll be too occupied with emptying your stomach on the floor of the truck,” Y/N tantalized as he absentmindedly tinkered with the kink of a ringlet brushing her forehead teasingly from her tailored bun.

“You need help with your big drunk baby?” Phoenix joined Y/N at her side with her arms nonchalantly posed against her chest, casting a sidelong, indifferent glimpse towards the giddily murmuring blonde that subtly swayed about.

“Yeah or he’ll faceplant in the parking lot,” she hummed, easing an arm around a half of his midsection whilst Phoenix reluctantly mimicked the action for the remaining half.

“Can’t go ruining his pretty boy face,” Phoenix bantered softly as they clumsily started towards the exit, their lopsided steps eluding the others’ feet by some fortune.

“That’s the closest you’ve ever come to complimenting me….maybe you aren’t such a priss,” Jake tsked with a curl of a smirk, hazily tilting his head towards her as she rolled her eyes.

“This is who you chose to marry?”

“You and I both know that there’s fucking worse men I could have chosen, Nix.”

#jake hangman seresin #top gun #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin imagine

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penwieldingdreamer · 1 year

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I see myself with you

So first time posting for TG:M and Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. I’ve been a fan of Top Gun ever since seeing the first one as a child with my parents and after having seen Top Gun: Maverick a few times now, I couldn’t help the idea coming up. Thanks to @fortheloveoffanfic I finally got around to writing it 😅 It’s going to be a kinda mini series, not sure yet how many parts and drabbles I’ll be able to come up with. Happy reading and let me know what you think

Summary: You see the cowboy, you met during your roadtrip in Texas, in a bar in San Diego - your last stop of the trip. Only this time he is the epitome of coky pilot. (2.1k words)

Warnings: cursing, fluff, a little bit of angst, (is Jake Seresin a warning in itself)

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(gif by @honeybeedewdrops)

"Please darling, don't forget to be home for your Grandma's birthday, she's already complained twice why you haven't come visiting her when you drove past Frisco."

Sighing, you looked around for Allison who had left you in search of the toilet. "I'm sorry, I'll call her tomorrow. Ally dragged me to a bar, so it's probably going to be late."

"Alright, just be careful and don't let any dipshit talk you up."

With a soft laugh you said your goodbyes and turned back to the barkeep handing out drinks to the other patrons. Looking around you spotted an array of people flitting about - aviators stationed at North Island, financial people dressed up in suits and civilians, just like your friend and you.

For the first time in three years you were back in sunny California, enjoying the smell of the ocean and feeling the salt on your skin. Allison had moved to Europe to study journalism there and being joined at the hip since Kindergarten it was a no-brainer that you followed her, working the few odd jobs here and there to pay for food and rent, not sure if college was where you were headed.

Now that she was done, Ally was thinking of coming back home. "But first, we'll enjoy just driving across the country and going wherever the road goes."

That's how you ended up in San Diego, your last stop after having toured the southern states.

"Whatcha thinkin' bout, hun? That cowboy got your head all jumbled up?" She grinned, taking a seat next to you.

"That cowboy is back in Texas, don't think I'll be seeing him again."

Grabbing the drink from the bar, your friend watched you with a grin. "He left quite an impression on you. Never took you to fall for that southern boy charm."

Laughing at the idiocy of your car breaking down in the middle of Nowhere, Texas, you listened to Ally grumbling in the passenger seat of your rental pick-up

"Fucking hell, we should have stopped back in Dallas. The car's been fucked up for a while."

Taking a deep breath you leaned back against the hood. Your phone had no reception, no way were you going to be able to call a tow truck to get you to a shop. "We gotta sit it out, Ally. I've got no reception right now."

"Ugh, why does it have to be so hot here."

Just as you were about to respond you could hear a loud whistle. Shielding your eyes against the sun. You didn't know if your brain was making it up or if you were just lucky.

"Howdy, ladies."

"Well hello, ladies." A smooth voice with a familiar southern twang washed over you as you watched Ally's eyes bulge. "Can we buy the both of you another round of drinks?"

Moving your eyes over the group of aviators, you shook your head with a soft smile. Allison raised her glass at them and mimicked your action. "Actually Jimmy just made these for us, so we're good."

"Oh come on, it's just a drink." The one standing behind you leaned closer, his breath hot on your neck and you thought you smelled that cologne again, like that one night back in Texas.

Turning around you were met with the same face that had stolen your sleep at night ever since you moved on from the Lone Star State. Jake, the cowboy that had helped you fix the car as well as possible to get to the nearest shop. The guy that took you line dancing one night, and riding the next, so he could take you to the hottest make out spot in town like you were teenagers.

But right now he wasn't Jake, he was someone else. Too cocky for his own good and trying to impress his buddies.

"Yo, Hangman, come on. They're clearly not interested." The dark skinned aviator put his hand on his shoulder, trying to pull his friend away from you.

Shrugging him off, Jake moved his head closer and yet everyone heard what he said. "Last time you couldn't get enough of my darlin'. What's different this time around?"

Next thing he knew, the pilot was drenched in your drink, his mouth agape and trying to keep his eyes from stinging at the alcohol. You had hopped down from the stool and pushed your way through the crowd to get outside. Mourning not having gotten his number when you left to continue your road trip, the days having felt like a dream come true but now you felt relief. His southern charm had been replaced by too much cockiness and thinking he'd get everything with that smirk of his.

Inside, the barkeep sent him a disapproving look and turned back to the other patrons, refilling their drinks and taking on new orders. Allison patted his shoulder and shook her head. "Never thought I'd say this, but you're a fucking asshole Jake." She sent a wink towards his friend and left to find you, knowing it wouldn't be long before you gravitate back towards the cowboy.

“So, how long are you stayin’ here?" Jake asked you, sipping his beer in a bar the next town over.

Shrugging your shoulders you watched Allison laughing and dancing with one of the locals. “I guess as long as it takes to get the car fixed and then we’ll be gone and out of your hair.”

“Ah, don’t worry. Mom’s happy to have you around now that Laurie is back to workin’ and leavin’ the twins with her.” He chuckled, leaning back to look at you. It had been the second day you stayed with the Seresin family on their farm and he couldn’t help searching her out whenever she was near him. Also with him due to leave for TopGun he was glad for the two extra pairs of hands to help his Ma and Pa.

The blonde and you had been staying at the guesthouse, helping with feedings and paddock cleaning at the ranch, although horse riding wasn't too high on your agenda. "I'm not made for riding." You had commented, eyeing the chestnut stallion in his box.

"You know what they say: save a horse ride a" Jake never was able to finish that sentence before you had thrown the hay in his face.

"What?" You saw a smile that brought out his dimples and couldn't help the curiosity about what he was thinking off. "Is it your girl?"

"Nah, actually I was thinkin' of gettin' you to ride out with me tomorrow."

Pursing your lips, you gave him the best glare you could muster but the dark blonde just grinned at you. "I told you, I'll not be getting onto one of those four legged death traps."

Now he couldn't help the full bellied laugh that escaped his lips, the other patrons chuckling as you slid further down in your seat, a deep blush coloring your cheeks and disappearing underneath your shirt.

"Four legged death traps, that's a new one." He took a swig of his beer and pointed a finger at you. "Rowdy is actually really sweet, despite his name and he's the best horse to be on, especially if you've never ridden before. Let's just try it once, maybe you'll like it and it'd be a nice memory before I leave for TopGun."

Your eyes widened at the admission, you hadn’t thought he would be doing something else besides work on his family’s farm and yet the thought of him in a uniform made you tingle, even though there’d never be more between you than stollen looks. "You're leaving? Are you in the Army?"

"Navy, actually."

“So, you’re a sailor?”

Jake let out a soft chuckle, he knew you weren’t around these parts of the world, but curiously never thought you’d not have seen his awards when you were inside the main house. “I’m a pilot. Lieutenant Jake Seresin, at your service ma’am.”

Giggling softly, you couldn't help the smile that stole itself on your lips. Jake saluted you, sending a wink your way as he gulped down the rest of his beer. "Let's make it a date. You, me, Rowdy and Twink and an open field. Maybe a dip in the creek. What d'you say, darlin’?"

Who could say NO to a hot cowboy, who was a Navy pilot and was going to take a dip in the creek with you? - Yeah, no one. So you agreed, getting up with a broad grin the next day to meet Jake at the main house, but were stopped when you saw a bleached blonde hanging onto him, giggling at something he said.

“Come on Jakey, let's take Rowdy and Twink down to the creek and enjoy cooling off after…ya know. Get away from the farm and let the new help handle it with your parents.”

Sally had been his on and off fling since High School and she thought that Jake would be hers alone, but never thought about his first true love - flying his Super Hornet. So every opportunity she had, she'd make sure he'd only have eyes for her, so far it had worked quite well. He was a flirt and cocky, but most of the time a gentleman.

Biting your lip your eyes met his and you turned back towards the main house of the farm before he could react, letting himself be dragged towards the stables by Sally.

“So why were you bragging like that back there?” Javy was the only one left from their little group of aviators after the scene Jake had caused. “Did you want to get her back for not getting her into your bed after all?”

“Fuck, no!” Having freshened up a bit, the sandy blonde ordered around for them both and moved to a quieter corner of the bar, talking and keeping an eye out for you. “I thought she’d flirt back like she used to that day I met her. Sally was totally unplanned and the next day it was as if nothing happened. We said our goodbyes and I left for TopGun.”

“But that’s not all. There must be a reason why you’re an asshole trying to get in her pants. I mean, she’s hot and if you fucked it up, I’d be glad to show her that not only Southerners are gentlemen.” The pilot grinned, taking a large gulp of his beer before he chuckled at the scowl on his friend's face. So far only Coyote had earned that title, the other students not really meshing with Hangman’s cockiness and arrogance, even though he was the best at the school.

“Swear that this conversation won’t leave this place. If you tell anyone I’ll deny it and send your ass to the bottom of the sea.” Placing his hand over his heart, Javy nodded his head. It might not leave the bar at the moment, but it sounded like it was a great piece for black mail. Letting out a soft sigh, Jake leaned forward, his words spoken so quietly that he had trouble making out the sentences. “I wanna be the best of the best because that asshole of a sperm donor told me I couldn’t. My Pa loves my Ma, he loves me as if I’m his own, but Greg left us hanging. I wanna prove that I’m better than him and that makes me do dumb shit and fuck up relationships and friendships. Phoenix is right behind me on the scoreboard but instead of being fair and telling her what a good pilot she is, that voice in the back of my mind tells me I’ll never beat her if I make nice. So, I’ll stick to what I know and start fucking shit up, leave others hanging. Same with women, I’m able to get every girl in this bar, I mean, there’s not much to it if you really think about it, they usually fall all over themselves to score with one of us each night, but with her, I fuck up.”

Blowing out the air he didn’t know he held in his lungs, Coyote watched his friend. Jake had always been different when it was just the two of them. Even back in Lemoore where both of them were stationed. It didn’t matter that they were on different squadrons, but they were friends. “You gotta do some serious groveling if you wanna win her over, but if you stick to your charm and stop the assholness you’ll do just fine.”

“I’m gonna marry her, Javy.”

“Thought you didn’t know anything about her.” He chuckled seeing the grin on Hangman’s face.

“I don’t, but she’s the one for me, that’s all I know.”

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#jake seresin x reader #jake seresin imagine #hangman x reader #hangman imagine #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick imagine #top gun imagine

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3tabbiesandalab · 2 years

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The Dagger Club

I asked for help with an idea for a new fic and @hangmanapologist responded. Thank you! I went with the idea of a ‘Breakfast Club’ inspired fic, I hope you enjoy it!

You don’t need to have seen the classic 80′s movie to enjoy but it’s full of quotes and references from it. If you ever get a chance, watch it!

Bob x Reader + Top Gun squad - getting drunk and honest and silly. Drunk Bob is a dirty Bob.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of abuse

And some Bob smut for good measure!

After the success of the uranium plant mission, Admiral Cyclone Simpson, supported by the new Commander of the Pacific Fleet, had made the decision to keep the dagger squad together, specifically training for any new, unprecedented scenarios that were coming in the future. However, after their recent detachment, the adrenaline wore off and the fragile comradery between the squad broke down, so Maverick was ordered to ‘fix it’.

Maverick knew he’d used successful but unconventional methods of training with this group before, but nothing had seemed to stick. He loved Rooster and cared about these kids and knew for them to survive what was coming for them, they needed to become a family. Like the one he’d had with Goose and then Iceman. So Maverick decided to go a different route and look to the wisdom of John Hughes and have the squad spend one of their days off together at an old, closed library an hour off base, to try and finally sort themselves out.

……..

Bob chuckled to himself as he entered the library where everyone was seated at desks facing the front of the room. Payback, Fanboy, Phoenix, Coyote, Rooster and Hangman were already there and looked very confused. Bob loved watching movies of any era and had the canny ability to remember quotes from all of them, so found the similarities between this situation and ‘The Breakfast Club’ very funny. He wondered if Maverick was secretly a fan of 80’s coming of age flicks and that’s how he’d come up with this idea. No one else looked amused though, so he guessed they didn’t get the reference.

He acknowledged Maverick and a very pretty, curvy woman standing at the front of the room and slid into his seat next to Phoenix who looked as bewildered as everyone else did, “Any clue as to what this is?” she asked.

Bob gave her a wry smile and said “I don’t know if you’re a fan of John Hughes but…”

Maverick cleared his throat interrupting Bob and the general chatter amongst the group stopped.

“This permanent assignment you’ve been given, well you are going to be up against the toughest scenario’s anyone’s ever seen. You’ve just had a taste of it with the last mission. And for a squadron that’s going through that on a regular basis, you are going to need each other. You are all very different people, but you need to be a tight knit team, in every way you can.” he said seriously.

Bob wondered what he was thinking putting a group of pilots in a library together to get them to become a close squadron and decided Maverick must have hit his head hard during the recent mission.

Everyone just looked at Maverick in complete confusion “This is YFN, she’s kind of my niece, and she’s here to make sure you don’t burn the building down.” and he introduced the group by their callsigns to her. Bob smiled shyly at her and was rewarded with a beautiful smile in return.

“Right, well good luck!” Maverick gave them one of his knowing looks and started walking out the door, calling behind him “I want a thousand-word essay about what it means to be a team. And if you’re not a team by the time I get back this afternoon, ‘I’m cracking skulls!’”

Bob burst out laughing. He looked around and his fellow pilots looked at him like he’d grown two heads “Really no one gets it?” he questioned.

Bob thought maybe Payback being older than the rest of the group, might have seen the movie or Rooster, who literally looked like he was channelling the 80’s. Even Fanboy, whose callsign suggested his love of pop culture, Bob thought would understand the reference. But the only one with a deliberate smile on their face was YFN. God she was gorgeous…

“YFN. Holy shit! Is that really you?” Rooster exclaimed, breaking Bob out of his thoughts.

She smiled widely at him “Yeah Roo. It’s me. Long time, huh?” she said voice like honey.

Bob was entranced by her.

“Right so you’re like long lost kissing cousins or something. Like we care. What the fuck is going on here?” Hangman asked YFN sarcastically.

YFN gave him the finger.

“Ooh, obscene finger gestures from such as pristine girl!”

Everyone turned to look at Bob in shock and YFN snorted. Oh shit. He must’ve said that out aloud.

He instantly tried to apologise, but his mouth opened and closed like a fish, no sound coming out.

“It’s ok Bob, I got the reference! You’re very funny, you know.” YFN said laughing lightly.

Bob practically melted hearing her say his name and blushed at her praise.

“Well Hangman… I think Mav has a thing for 80’s cinema.” YFN smirked continuing and everyone except Bob still looked confused, “Seriously? ‘The Breakfast Club’? Not one of you except Bob sees the parallels here?”

Rooster rolled his eyes and said “The 80’s YFN? Really?”

“Ah The 80’s Roo? Really? Does Magnum PI know that you raid his wardrobe?” YFN said mockingly.

That earned a small chuckled from the others as Bob barked out a loud laugh. It wasn’t the exact line from the movie, but funny, nonetheless. Again they all looked at him stunned.

“Okay…” Coyote drew out looking at Bob, shaking whatever thought was in his head before turning his attention to YFN. “Fine. Mav is weird. First crazy dog fighting then beach football now something out of a movie. Just tell us what we are doing here and why you are our babysitter?”

“Well, he cares about you all. And has a weird way of showing it. Whatever you all just went through was intense and it sounds like it will be again. He wants you to really know one another so you can be there for each other because no one else will quite understand I’m guessing. So he recruited me into his plan, not officially or anything, but he asked me because I’m a psychologist.” YFN said simply.

Hangman puffed his chest out “No way. I don’t need a fucking shrink. And the only thing you need to know about me is that I am the superior pilot here who saved...“

“Are you ever gonna let that go man. Rooster thanked you. You can’t hold it over his head forever.” Payback interrupted Hangman before he could finish.

Hangman just shrugged “He’s the idiot who almost got himself…”

“Why do you have to insult everyone?” Rooster questioned him.

Hangman got up and moved in front of him, giving him the signature Hangman smirk “I’m being honest, asshole. I would expect you to know the difference.”

Bob watched as Rooster rose from his seat and got in Hangman’s face “Two hits, me hitting you, you hitting the floor.” he spat, his eyes wild, corner of his lip twitching.

The tension that rolled off them was palpable, but Bob eyed both men suspiciously as they had just quoted several lines from the movie “Wait. Do you two know this mov…”

YFN’s melodic laugh filled the room before he could finish and everyone including Bob turned to look at her reaction.

“Oh this is perfect. ‘You and he are riding the hobby horse!’” she exclaimed clapping her hands together in glee. Bob snorted and smiled widely at yet another quote from the movie and YFN smiled warmly at him and winked, making him feel warm and tingly all over.

“Wait. You two are fucking? Are you a moron Rooster?” Fanboy asked in shock.

Hangman had a wide grin plastered to his face and said innocently “Why yes Fanboy. I do believe we are fucking. In fact this moron might kind of be in love and so am I.”

Rooster’s face softened immediately, and he blushed a deep red.

“Holy shit! I knew it!” Phoenix cheered, “Pay up shit heads!” she said while making grabby hands towards Fanboy, Coyote and Payback as they got cash out of their wallets.

“Well, that’s miracle number one sorted.” YFN said happily.

“What do you mean YFN?” Payback asked confused.

YFN smiled at him “Mav and I talked about you. He might appear to be a strange old fucker but he’s very perceptive and I am pretty good at my job. And we thought you had two main areas to focus on to become a close team.”

She raised one finger in the air “One: the crazy sexual tension slash unresolved feelings between these two.” YFN pointed towards a laughing Hangman and Rooster.

“But that’s sorted. They’ll cancel each other out now. Roo needs people in his corner who love him.” she said with a sincere smile to her half-adopted-step cousin or whatever they were. And Rooster gave her a wry smile in return.

“And a besotted Hangman will never leave his wingmen again. In fact Hangman will need to stand for something else now.” and everyone laughed.

“Well I’ve got the biggest dick so I could change it to Hungman, couldn’t I sweetie?” he said, batting his eyes at Rooster.

Rooster just scoffed at him, “I don’t think so honey. That particular honour goes to our little, or not so little Bobby here.” he said gesturing to Bob.

Bob made a choking sound and his cheeks turned pink.

“Seriously? Bobby? Not into you in that way, but you‘ve been holding out on me?” Phoenix teased, and Bob’s blush grew darker and spread to the tips of his ears.

“Yep. He has been keeping a HUGE secret.”

“Aha it’s big.”

“Dudes seriously hung. Seen it in the change rooms.”

Payback, Coyote, and Fanboy all confirmed the rumour, and everyone burst into hysterics while Bob slunk low in his chair, willing himself to disappear.

“Ah umm right.” YFN stumbled over her words, a light blush on her face. She held up two fingers and said shyly “And that is miracle number two.”

“What?! Mav thinks Bobby’s huge cock is miracle number two?” Hangman asked mockingly.

Bob was mortified. And now it seemed to he was suddenly known as Bobby as well.

“No. I ah well I’m sure it’s as big and umm great as e-everyone says, but umm I d-didn’t mean that.” Bob saw Phoenix raise an eyebrow and YFN’s stuttering peeked Bob’s interest as well.

YFN took a deep breath to steady herself “Mav thinks that you two are one of the best teams he’s ever seen.” motioning to Phoenix and Bob, “But you are both a bit of a mystery to the rest of the squad and to each other and it might be holding everyone back a bit.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! You don’t know anything about us!” Phoenix bristled, her posture indicated she was ready for a fight.

Bob touched her arm, “Phoenix, I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it.” he tried to calm Phoenix as he quietly supported YFN.

YFN was pale, hands raised in front of her defensively as she approached their table “Phoenix I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean… Mav thinks the world of you and Bobby. And from what he’s told me, I think you’re both amazing. It’s just you are… enigmas, both of you. You would be an unstoppable force if you really knew each other. The team would benefit from knowing you both, because I think you have a lot to offer them as people. You don’t have to trust me, but trust Mav, he only wants what’s best for you.” she said honestly, apologetic smile on her face.

“She’s right Nix.” Rooster said softly, “I’ve known you for a long while, but I don’t really know you.”

“And Bobby is a shy, weird, awkward mystery to us all.” Payback smiled sincerely, and Bob nodded at him because he was right, he had not let anyone in.

Phoenix’s visibly relaxed “Fine. But I’m too sober to kumbaya with you all.” she said with a slight smile.

“Well… I might be able to help with that.” YFN said grinning and walked back to a big box on the floor.

She lifted it onto the desk and started pulling out red solo cups, shot glasses and several bottles of alcohol and mixers.

Fanboy’s eyebrows raised high into his hairline “Jesus. What kind of psychologist are you?” he asked.

“The off-duty kind.” she chuckled lightly, “Really guys, Mav just wants you to get to know each other better, become a family, like he was with Roo’s Dad and like he was with mine.” YFN almost whispered looking at the floor.

“Who’s your father?” Coyote asked YFN softly.

YFN glanced at him, tears in her eyes “Admiral Kazansky.”

Bob’s body moved without him even thinking and he got up and crossed the short distance to YFN and placed his hand on hers that was gripping the box the box tightly.

“I’m so sorry about your Dad.” he said sincerely.

“Thank you, Bobby.” YFN said quietly as she gazed deep into his eyes, and he felt her relax under his touch.

“Anyway. I should leave you guys to it. You don’t need me…”

“Nope. We want you here.” Phoenix interrupted quickly, “In fact I need you to help dull down the testosterone in the room. I thought I had Bobby to help do that but he’s more man than I thought.” and everyone burst out laughing.

Bob again blushed and ran his other hand over his face in embarrassment. He felt YFN shift her hand off the box, thread their fingers together and squeeze and goosebumps and warmth ran up the length of his arm.

“Yeah, I want to hear what Mav said about these other dickheads!” Hangman chuckled as he pointed to the other duo and Coyote.

“Hangman, do you know how popular I am? I am so popular. Everybody loves me so much.” Coyote said sarcastically.

“And I’m a winner because I’ve got strength and speed, kinda like a racehorse, hey Fanboy?” Payback added in jest.

“Speak for yourself.” Fanboy said with a smirk on his face.

Payback laughed and replied “You really think I’d speak for you? I don’t even know your language!”

Bob took his hand of his face and his eyes narrowed as he looked at the group suspiciously “You assholes do know ‘The Breakfast Club’!” he exclaimed and everyone broke into loud laughter.

“Having we been living under a rock? Of course we fucking know it, Bobby. It’s a cult classic.” Hangman said teasingly, “Luckily YFN here doesn’t seem to mind you’re a bit gullible.” And he nodded towards their joined hands.

Bob flushed bright red, and he chanced a look at YFN, she smiled shyly at him and was a lovely shade of pink as well.

“Well I know it’s not exactly like the movie ‘cause we can’t smoke, but let’s get shitfaced and share our fucking issues, maybe cause a ruckus!” Rooster said excitedly.

“Fine I’m game. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. But Bobby here doesn’t usually drink with us. Will we be meeting drunk you for the first time today?” Phoenix asked cunningly.

Bob laughed lightly “You might Nix.” he said calling her by a nickname seeing as everyone was insisting on calling him Bobby, “But word of warning if he does show, ‘You mess with the bull, you get the horns’.”

Everyone erupted into a fit of laughter at his reference.

Bob smiled widely. Maybe Maverick’s idea wasn’t such a bad one after all.

……..

It actually turned out to be a very, very good idea in Bob’s opinion.

With the booze YFN brought, and Coyote’s secret talent for mixology, they all, including Bob, got drunk, very drunk.

They took Maverick and YFN’s advice and found a large space on in the library and all lounged on the floor and took turns to learn about each other. And to Bob’s delight, “The Breakfast Club’ quotes and references also continued.

Fanboy went first and then Payback, both men had always been very open with him, but Bob enjoyed finding out that he had something in common with both of them. Fanboy was also a huge film buff and Payback was a drummer and loved heavy metal. Everyone seemed surprised when an excited and tipsy Bob immediately planned a movie marathon with Fanboy and challenged Payback to a Metallica drum off.

Coyote hadn’t really ever paid to much attention to Bob but was all over him today, fussing over making his drinks and almost protectively tucking him into his side as they listened to the others. Coyote’s actions weren’t surprising at all once he revealed he was the oldest of 6 kids. Nobody knew, but Bob was an only child and was quite an affectionate person despite being shy and quiet, so he relished the attention he was getting from Coyote.

But soon everyone else had cottoned on to it and were quite touchy themselves emboldened by the alcohol, so Bob became a human teddy bear, passed around the team for cuddles as everyone revealed pieces of themselves. He watched YFN smile softly at the sight, she was so beautiful, and Bob ached to wrap himself around her and never let go.

A drunk Hangman was very cuddly and despite having his boyfriend next to him, he made grabby hands at Bob when it was his turn to share. Bob of course happily obliged and found himself sandwiched between Rooster and a vulnerable Hangman as he shared his story. Hangman predictably was a giant big softy, his cocky exterior a cover for a difficult relationship with his father.

Bob was a little shocked that Hangman’s goals, out of all of everyone’s, aligned the closest with his. They both didn’t want to stay in the Navy for too long, but settle down back in their country hometown, running a ranch and raising a family. He would have never guessed that he would have so much in common with the confident pilot.

Rooster was next and finally told the group the story about his relationship with Maverick and its role in holding up his career. He told stories about him and YFN when they were kids and Bob adored her rosy cheeks and stared at her pretty mouth as she laughed heartily and good naturedly argued with Rooster over his recollections.

He was thoroughly enjoying his snuggles with Hangman and Rooster, but when Rooster talked about his fear of being alone, Bob had to make a hasty exit from his comfortable position as Hangman practically launched himself at Rooster, whispering things to him and giving him sweet kisses, earning an “Awww.” from rest of the group.

Maverick and YFN were right, Phoenix and Bob were the hard nuts to crack. Phoenix had a carefully constructed wall up and Bob was shy and rarely let people in, preferring to stay on the sidelines.

Phoenix’s walls began to crumble with the mixture of comfortability, booze, and some very sly psychology from YFN. Bob could tell she hated being exposed, but she put herself out there. Small things were first but eventually Phoenix revealed that her emotionally abusive mother was the reason for her pushing herself so hard to be the best and not being able form close connections with anyone.

Bob held her as she cried “I have feelings and it hurts so much when someone steps all over them, so now I just make sure no one can.”

Hangman laughed darkly as he echoed a line from the movie “I think your mother and my old man should get together and go bowling.” and Rooster tucked Hangman into him protectively.

After a few moments of silence, Phoenix sarcastically pointed her finger at YFN, small smile on her face “Are you happy? You did your psycho-babble bullshit on us your crafty little witch.” and everyone chuckled.

Phoenix quoted the line “My god, are we gonna be like our parents?”

A very drunk Bob who was yet to share anything too deep, replied simply “I hope not. Mine are dead.”

His confession so unexpected that the group didn’t know quite what to say and stayed silent. YFN crawled over to Bob and wrapped her arms around him. He sighed and relaxed into her embrace, it felt warm and safe.

The silence continued until Rooster quietly said “Twinsies.” and Bob and him both burst out laughing. It might have seemed inappropriate, but it was Rooster’s way of showing that he understood.

Everyone looked at Bob and he was struck by the love and understanding on their faces. He knew he didn’t have to be shy and guarded around them anymore. It was the push that he needed, and Bob told the story of his parent’s death when he was 13 and how his young uncle took over the family ranch and raised him.

The drinks flowed and everyone asked Bob questions about anything and everything which he answered honestly, even about the embarrassing stories of his emo phase.

Hangman teased Bob incessantly for details until Bob laughed “Right no more Hangman!” and quoted “You ask me one more question and I’m beating the shit out of you.”

The image of drunk Bob trying to fight Hangman was too much for everyone and they rolled on the floor in laughter.

……..

Bob didn’t know how many hours had passed but everyone was very tipsy and very happy. Bob was currently sitting between Fanboy and Payback, both men huddled close with him. With individual confessions done, the conversation naturally turned to sex and an enthusiastic game of Never Have I Ever was in full swing. Bob had surprised everyone by drinking quite a number of times to various questions. He rolled his eyes at them, just because he was quiet and shy didn’t automatically make him a blushing virgin.

Bob had struggled to take his eyes of YFN for most of the day, even though he barely knew anything about her, he was smitten. She was sweet and funny and sexy, and Bob wanted to know everything about her and of course he wanted fuck her senseless. No one knew, but he got horny as hell when he drank.

As Bob studied her, she was so relaxed and gorgeous, and he had to concentrate so he didn’t get hard. Her pink, plump lips were always smiling and when she laughed it sounded like music and when her head tipped back and exposed the hidden freckles that dotted her neck and he wanted to trace his tongue down…

“Earth to Bobby.” someone said to him, snapping him out of his daydream.

“Sorry?” he said as he looked around for whoever was calling him, shaking the thoughts of YFN out of his head.

Hangman grinned at him conspiratorially and turned his attention to YFN.

“You know YFN, you’re very quiet over there and not taking too many drinks in this game. Even our shy but not so innocent big cock Bobby has had to drink quite a few times.” he said with fake sweetness, batting his eyes at her.

YFN had stopped laughing and a blush started colouring her cheeks.

“So tell us something YFN. What is that one thing, your one fantasy, that if you could do it right now, you would?” he said teasingly.

Bob watched YFN curiously as she took a large gulp of her drink, her eyes met his momentarily before looking at the ground.

“Well I umm… we would ah…” she started.

“We? You mean you and Bobby?” Rooster asked slyly, easily noticing the longing looks between YFN and Bob.

Bob’s eyes followed YFN’s blush as it travelled down her neck “Yes. I mean no. You guys are putting words into my mouth.”

Bob smiled shyly at her from where he sat and listened to the group playfully question her as they paralleled a scene from the movie. YFN had a small smile on her lips as eyes flitted between his and the various pilots teasing her.

“Well, if you'd just answer the question.” “Why don't you just answer the question?” “Be honest.” “No big deal.” “Yeah answer it.” “Answer the question, YFN.” “Talk to us.” “C'mon, answer the question. Come on. Answer it.” “C'mon, it's easy. It's only one question.”

“Ok fine. Alright. You fuckers know this movie too well!” YFN laughed lightly, her blush deepening further as she thought about her answer.

“R-right now? Well I-I always wanted when I was in high school to umm… I would want umm…” she stuttered.

YFN took a deep steading breath, her eyes focused on Bob’s, biting her lip.

“Right now I would want someone to ah g-go down on me… in the library, between the bookshelves.” she hurriedly confessed.

Bob sucked in a small breath and had not taken his eyes off YFN. God yes did he want to do that.

Payback chuckled “Well Phoenix is available and pretty sure that’s her bread and butter…”

“I love eatin’ pussy.”

Everyone turned to look at Bob in shock. He knew he’d thought it in his head, but it turns out he had also said it out aloud. No one made a sound. He guessed they weren’t used to hearing him talk that way, but booze made his accent come out and it made for a dirty honest Bob.

Bob kept his eyes fixed on YFN’s. He could see she was in shock too, but she also looked eager.

He smirked at her and said, “And I also love libraries.”

“Holy shit!”

“Did he just…”

“Oh my god.”

Coyote, Fanboy and Phoenix uttered in disbelief.

Hangman just clapped his hands together in glee and Rooster grinned “Well what the fuck are you waiting for? Go!”

Although she was flustered, YFN looked at Bob and raised an eyebrow in question.

He didn’t hesitate. Bob was measured as he got to his feet and crossed the floor to YFN. He offered her his hand and when she took it, he pulled her to her feet. She squealed then laughed happily as Bob very much emboldened by alcohol, threw her over his shoulder and quickly walked towards the stairs leading the upper floor of the library.

“Fuck I think I’m in love with him!”

“Have fuuunnn!”

“We’ll put some music on, drown out the screams!”

“Drunk Bobby is the man!”

Bob laughed at the other’s shouting encouragement at them as he carried YFN up the stairs to his intended destination.

……..

Bob and YFN stood between the tall, dense bookshelves at the very back of the library. He heard the sounds of ‘We are not alone’ by Karla Devito playing in the background. They both laughed as whoever was playing the music, was choosing it straight from ‘The Breakfast Club’ soundtrack.

“You don’t…Umm if you don’t want to…” YFN said shyly to him.

“I want to. Jesus, I wanna so much” Bob practically groaned, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy, I’ve never wanted anythin’ more.”

Bob took deep breath to calm himself, but it didn’t stop him from rambling, his accent really coming through now that he was so turned on “It’s just… Can I just… I wanna ask. Will you maybe go on a date with me when we’re not drunk. I know I dunno much about you but god, I really like you YFN. You’re amazin’… Wanna to be your boyfriend and fall in love with you darlin’.”

Bob shook his head and cleared his throat “But if you just want this from me… ah that’s ok too… I’m still happy to do…”

YFN cut him off with a soft kiss but before he could return it, she pulled away, “Jesus you sound so sexy. I really like you too Bobby. I kind of hoped it just wouldn’t be today. I wanna go on lots of dates and fall in love with you too. But right now, 16-year-old me would kill me if I didn’t…”

It was Bob’s turn to cut her off with a searing kiss and he wrapped his arms around her. YFN’s hand found it’s way into his hair and Bob moaned. She took the opportunity to deepen the kiss and slipped her tongue into his mouth and when he met it with his, he delighted in the moan the came from her.

The kiss was drunk and sloppy but so very good. Bob his licked and nipped at the freckles on her neck he’d been admiring before, and one of his hands made its way to squeeze YFN’s round ass. The other had made it inside her top and bra and he cupped one of her full soft tits, and ran his thumb over her nipple.

YFN pulled away with a groan and Bob was worried he’d done something wrong, but she licked her puffy lips and gazed at him, desire in her eyes.

“I didn’t say it in front of the others…” she murmured as pushed Bob against the shelves and hurriedly undid his jeans, “but there is another part to my fantasy.”

Bob groaned loudly as she freed his hard cock and sunk to her knees.

“Holy shit. They weren’t kidding.” she breathed. Bob gawked down at YFN on the floor, as she stared at his cock in awe.

“You don’t have to… I know its… Sometimes it’s too much for people… Jesus darlin’ you look so fuckin’ pretty on your knees…” Bob was incapable of finishing his thoughts. God, he wanted her to suck him off, but he didn’t want YFN to feel pressured into anything.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew he had a big dick. Too big for some. Bob hadn’t had much luck with blowjobs before, and even sex was difficult at times. It was like a curse, the shyest, sweetest guy in the room with a massive cock.

YFN stared up at Bob through her eyelashes, giving him the hungriest look “Oh sweet boy, I promise I’m going to be just fine.”

“Shit.” he whispered hearing her talk like that and his dick twitched at the sight of YFN on her knees about to blow him.

“Fuuuck!” Bob moaned when she finally took him in her mouth.

And like she promised, she was just fine and gave him the best fucking head of his entire life. Bob had no idea what he was saying, but he babbled all kinds of dirty things as she made him cum hard and in record time.

“I really fuckin’ love libraries.” he sighed after he had finished in her mouth. YFN giggled as she zipped up his jeans. She kissed him hard.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening. People just downstairs, when I gave a shy boy a blowjob while he says all kids of filthy things. And me about to have a mind-blowing orgasm in public.” YFN laughed as they traded places, Bob pushing her up against the books and dropping to his knees before her.

“Being bad feels pretty good, huh?” Bob laughed quoting another line from the movie and YFN snorted.

Bob lifted her skirt and lowered her panties.

YFN breathed “What would you know about being bad, you’re such a good boyyy…”

Bob had her moaning by diving right into her delicious pussy. He wasn’t going to tease or draw it out. He would leave that for another time. Bob had one goal in mind, giving YFN the mind-blowing orgasm straight from her fantasy.

As he licked and suckled and fucked her tight, wet pussy with his mouth, tongue, and fingers, YFN made the fucking prettiest noises. She grabbed his head, pulled on his hair as she got closer to her high, causing Bob to moan loudly and his cock hardened and ached once again. He looked up at YFN as he sucked relentlessly on her clit, pumping his fingers deep inside of her, until she came hard. Bob had been all over the world with his job and seen some amazing sights, but watching YFN cum was the best thing he’d ever seen.

He was still drunk, both from booze and from YFN. And a tipsy Bob was a dirty Bob so when YFN finished cumming all over his face, he smirked up at her, “I fuckin’ love eating pussy, but yours is the only one I’m gonna eat for the rest of my life.”

YFN laughed “A proposal wasn’t part of my fantasy… Jesus christ Bobby… No one has any idea… You are…” and she stopped and took a deep breath.

Bob fixed her clothing and wiped his face with a handkerchief he had in his jeans, because of course he was always prepared. As he rose to his feet, he suddenly felt vulnerable, and was worried that YFN only liked this side of him and wouldn’t like his usual shy, awkward personality.

YFN must have sensed the change in him. She kissed him sweetly “As much as I enjoyed drunk dirty Bobby. I can’t wait spend time with and be with regular Robert Floyd. I’ve already had a glimpse of him today and he’s sweet and funny and smart and I already really like him a lot. And hopefully he’ll like regular old me too once he gets to know me.” she said smiling fondly at Bob.

Bob cupped her face in his hands and smiled widely at her “Regular me likes all of you very much and I can’t wait to get to know you better.” And he leaned in to kiss her when a loud crashing noise interrupted.

……..

YFN and Bob rushed back downstairs to find the group of pilots minus Payback still drinking and dancing around to ‘Fire in the Twilight’ by Wang Chung, another song from the soundtrack.

They cheered when they saw them, and Rooster who was grinding on Hangman, called out “Hey Bobby boy! Did you slip her the hot beef injection?”

Bob and YFN laughed but ignored him.

Instead YFN asked about the loud noise by quoting “What was that ruckus?”

“Uh, what ruckus?”

“Could you describe the ruckus, sir?”

Coyote and Fanboy giggled drunkenly, as they recounted the scene in the movie word for word.

“Seriously what was it?” Bob laughed as Phoenix danced over to them and handed them both a new fruity creation care of Coyote.

Bob watched as Hangman did a drunken slut drop in front of his boyfriend and laughed loudly “That was me, I broke a table.”

Bob snorted and wondered how long YFN and him had been gone, they were still pretty drunk even after their activities, but the rest of the group was now completely shitfaced.

YFN let out a breezy laugh and downed her drink in a few large gulps “Looks like we have a bit of catching up to do!”

Bob smiled widely and chugged his drink quickly before grabbing both YFN and Phoenix and twirling them around to the music.

Payback stumbled back into the room with pizza boxes and a tray of sushi. Bob had no idea how he’d managed to get food delivered to an old, closed library.

“Ah lovers, just in time!” he cheered when he saw YFN and Bob.

The group descended on the food. Bob hadn’t realised how hungry he was until the waft of the pizza hit his nostrils.

Hangman stared at Fanboy in horror at his choice of meal “Sushi?”

“Come on man try it!” Fanboy smiled pushing a piece of it in his direction.

“Gross no. I’m from Texas.” Hangman blanched. He all of a sudden barked out a laugh and said, “You won’t accept my tongue in your mouth, and you’re going to eat that?”

YFN snorted at the reference.

“Can I eat?” Fanboy chuckled.

“I don’t know. Give it a try.” Hangman laughed as he tore into a piece of pizza.

……..

The food and the fact that the alcohol finally ran out helped ensure the group didn’t become an absolute fucking mess.

For the rest of the afternoon they continued to dance and talk and laugh. Phoenix had even found makeup from somewhere and gave Hangman and Rooster makeovers.

Bob sat on the floor with YFN between his legs, enjoying the feeling of her curled up against him. He had thought he was content with his life, just being on the periphery of groups of people and working hard at his job. But today, he felt genuinely happy. He’d allowed himself to open up and felt the love of this group of people. He was a little worried that once the buzz of the booze wore off that it might change.

“So, tomorrow when we’re not drunk...what happens?” he mused out loud to no one in particular.

“Are we still friends, you mean? If we're friends now, that is?” Payback answered him.

“Yeah.” Bob said quietly and YFN turned her body around from her position between his legs and gave him a sweet kiss.

A very pretty Hangman hollered “Hell yeah, we’re friends! No one can normally stand me, so I’ve never really had many friends except for Javy here.” giving Coyote a big hug.

Rooster plonked himself next to Bob and put his arm around him and said genuinely “We’re friends alright. You gonna go back into stealth pilot mode and not talk again? Cause we’ve started to fall in love with you Bobby and would miss it if you went back into that shell.”

Rooster patted him on the back and got up and returned to his boyfriend. Bob chucked at Rooster’s assessment of the situation, half because it was true and half because it was hard to take someone with such a manly moustache seriously when it was paired bright blue eyeshadow and red lipstick.

“He’s right Bobby. You know my deepest secrets now and I am in the market for a best friend who also doubles as the best backseater I’ve ever had.” Phoenix added sincerely.

Bob smiled at her and he could see the others all nodding in agreement.

YFN wrapped her arms around Bob and whispered into his ear “And I’m not going anywhere. I’ve only just got a taste of Robert Floyd and I already I want more.”

Bob laughed loudly and planted a big sloppy kiss on her as the pilots he now could call his friends, catcalled them.

Bob wondered how and why Maverick thought basing his training on an 80’s teen drama would work, but the answer was it didn’t matter, because it did work. Maverick and his infinite wisdom had helped create a tight knit team who would support each other and do anything for one another. Plus he’d scored a blowjob and potential girlfriend out of it.

Bob didn’t want Mav’s hard work to go unrecognised, so he set about finding some paper and a pen to write the essay he’d asked for.

……..

After they’d cleaned up their mess, they waited outside the library for Maverick. He arrived sometime later to pick them all up and got out of the rented van and walked towards them. Bob thought he looked completely puzzled by what he saw, and he didn’t blame the man, it was a completely different group to the one he had left that morning.

Payback, Fanboy and Coyote still a little buzzed, walked to the van high fiving a startled Maverick on the way past. Bob laughed as his face changed from slight confusion to completely dumfounded as a fully made-up Hangman and Rooster almost skipped towards the van while holding hands. Rooster stopped to clap his hand on his pseudo uncle’s shoulder while Hangman kissed Rooster’s cheek, leaving the older man in complete shock.

A tipsy Phoenix ran up and hugged a bewildered Maverick and Bob with his arm around YFN approached him with wide smiles on their faces.

“You ok Mav?” YFN asked him sweetly and he just nodded dumbly as Bob nuzzled her hair. Bob handed him a folded piece of paper before being heading toward the van to join the others, YFN tucked tightly to his side.

……..

Maverick had no idea what the hell was happening, but he opened the piece of paper in his hand to read it. It said…

‘Dear Maverick, We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole day off together. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you what it means to be a team. You saw what we could be, before we did. So in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions, what we found out is although we are different, we are a team, a family and we will be there for one another no matter what. And you are part of our family too. We now know that each one of us is a shy nerd, and a hard ass, and a cocky bastard, a lover, and a joker. I hope that answers that your question. Sincerely yours, The Dagger Club.’

“What the fuck?!” Maverick said to no one at all, and he turned around and shouted at the kids in the van “Are you telling me that shit actually worked?” as they laughed hysterically and started playing Simple Minds ‘Don’t you forget about me’ loudly on the stereo in the van.

Goose and Ice would be proud of him. Maverick was so happy that Rooster and the rest of the kids finally got it and he was fucking ecstatic to get Cyclone off his goddamn case. God, he loved John Hughes, Maverick thought as he shook his head, smiling widely.

Maybe he’d watch ‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off’ or ‘Pretty In Pink’ tonight for more ideas, just in case.

……..

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zaskiaz · 1 year

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sneak 👏 peek 👏 friday 👏

haven’t written much this week because i was catching up on stranger things and steddie had me in a chokehold. i’m not a big fan of the series but it’s so refreshing to read new fics in a new fandom, i had missed that feeling (also love how the fandom collectively agreed to ignore the s04 finale, bc it was bullshit, and instead started their own fix-it fanfics, as it should be lol). anyway, here we go c:

top gun | icemav | wip (birthday oneshot)

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He's zipping up his khakis when the phone rings. Maverick frowns. It's ass o’clock in the morning, and he definitely isn’t expecting anyone to call at this hour. He crosses the distance to the wall where the phone hangs and picks up.

“Mitchell speaking.”

“Uncle Mav!” it’s a whisper-shout, and it lights up every fiber in Maverick’s body.

“Hey, little guy! What are you doing up?”

“It’s your birthday, Uncle Mav! I wanted to be the first to wish you a happy birthday, of course!”

Maverick snorts. “Of course.”

“It’s today, right? Daddy said it was, and Ms Riley helped me mark it in my calendar. Ms Riley is my new teacher, by the way! She’s sub– subti– she’s teaching us while Mrs Sophie is on leave! Did you know she’s having a baby? She said it could be born any day now, that’s why she’s gonna stay home and rest! I was sad at first, because I really like art classes with Mrs Sophie, but I guess Ms Riley is cool too. She helped me make your present, did you know?”

Maverick’s grinning from ear to ear. He fucking loves the kid.

#top gun #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #sneak peek friday #i had a shit birthday so of course my response is to write a fic where i can project my feelings #but don’t worry #i won’t make mav have a shit bday #my boy deserves the best things #which means a hot boyfriend and an adorable pseudo nephew #fanfic #writing #zas writes

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blazingstar29 · 9 months

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so on the voice another night an military vet came on (no one turned it was so sad bc i loved his voice, i hate this show ever since they got rid of seal and ricky martin) and i hate myself because it made me think of an icemav au about the voice and i have thoughts

mav auditioning and only ice turns and everyone thinks it was a mistake because yeah he’s good but like, country pop radio good not nashville good (he’s a country singer change my mind i dare)

he sings Khe Shan (i think)

he introduces himself as maverick, his stage name which he kept from the time he was in the Navy

and ice isn’t all that impressed, he thinks mav could be better but he had more empty spots than the other judges (slider, charlie, cylone??) and the producers worded him up about turning

anyway on stage mav has this huge presence, he’s a crowd favourite even if he leans on a bit cocky

ice has always kept a low profile as a singer, he didn’t expect to get big and it just kind of happened, like adele

so he’s not enamoured by mav in the beginning but they work together for the show

when it gets to the next round he discovers something about this cocky little country singer

his stage fright is crippling

shaking, on the verge of tears, nauseous and not becuase of the show: this happens any time he performs

he comes across on stage as cocky because the only way for him to do it is to be hyperbole

ice resolves to fix this problem because it’s the reason maverick holds back is because he’s scared

(one of the fixes in a later round is a hand job in a closet between performances and ice ‘goes to the bathroom’ and mav’s face mic might come on any minute so he has to be SILENT)

maverick doesn’t win but he makes it to the final round and it’s the upset of the year. maybe he’s outer and it upsets his country fan base or maybe there’s someone they love more

afterwards ice puts him in touch with with a record company run by Mike Metcalfe

#top gun 1986 #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun voice au #iceman x maverick

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50calmadeuce · 3 months

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Ch. 2: Two weeks and Counting Down

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

You steered the Expedition off the main road, guiding it onto the lengthy driveway leading to your home.

Jake looked around, his curiosity piqued. "Where is this?"

"We're on the driveway to our house," you explained.

As you continued, trees bordered both sides of the driveway, creating a secluded path. Gradually, the tree line began to thin, revealing fencing on the left side as the landscape opened up to your property.

Jake's eyes widened in amazement as the log cabin emerged into view. You directed the vehicle toward the garage, which automatically opened, allowing you to smoothly park inside. As you switched off the engine, the garage door began to lower behind you. Opening the truck's door, you were greeted by the sight of Chuck standing in the doorway to the mudroom.

Turning to Jake, you offered a gentle, "Welcome home." Then, you stepped out of the truck, and Jake, taking in his surroundings, opened his door to follow suit.

In his early to late fifties, standing about 5'8" tall and dressed in Wrangler jeans paired with a flannel shirt, Chuck approached the Expedition. His white hair was just visible beneath a well-worn baseball hat. As he neared, he announced, "Dinner's ready, Y/N."

"Thanks, Chuck," you responded with warmth in your voice. Turning to facilitate the introduction, you said, "Chuck, meet my husband, Lieutenant Jake Seresin. Jake, this is Chuck." You made the introductions as Jake walked over to join you.

Chuck extended his hand, offering a respectful greeting, "It's nice to finally meet you, Sir."

Jake accepted the handshake. "Likewise," he said, his gaze briefly wandering around the garage.

"Chuck, there are 4 bags in the truck. Could you grab them and bring them to," you started, glancing at Jake for a moment. He met your gaze.

"The master bedroom," Jake concluded.

"The master bedroom," you repeated, directing your attention back to Chuck. "I'd like to give my husband a quick tour of our house."

"Of course, Doc," Chuck replied, ready to assist.

As Chuck busied himself with retrieving the bags from the back of the truck, you focused on Jake, seizing the opportunity to share more about the home he was returning to.

"The place is heated," you mentioned casually, then gestured towards a section enclosed by a barn-style door. "Over there's the workshop. Chuck's pretty handy with repairs, too."

Jake followed your gaze to the workshop area, his interest piqued. "That's good to know. I might have a thing or two that needs fixing," he said, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

You smiled, walking closer to the barn-style door to give him a better view. "We've got a decent setup. Anything from vehicle repairs to some basic carpentry. Chuck has been invaluable around here."

As you slid the door open, revealing the organized chaos typical of a well-used workshop, Jake stepped in closer, inspecting the array of tools and machinery. "Looks like you've got everything you need."

"Yeah, Chuck likes to keep things organized. Says it makes the work go smoother," you explained, watching Jake as he ran his hand over a workbench, inspecting the tools laid out.

He turned to you, a thoughtful look on his face. "I used to help my uncle in his workshop back when I was a kid. Taught me a lot about fixing things, making do with what you have."

"It's a valuable skill to have," you agreed, closing the distance between you two. "Especially out here. It's not like we can just run to the store for every little thing."

Jake nodded, his gaze lingering on a half-assembled engine on one of the benches. "Maybe I can help out around here, too. It's been a while, but I'm sure it'll come back to me."

"I'm sure he'd be into that," you said, catching the direction of his gaze which had settled on a partially assembled engine. "I believe that's from the tractor."

"Come on. There's so much more to see, and tonight you'll only get a glimpse of it." You began to lead the way towards the door that opened into the mudroom.

Jake followed you, his steps mirroring your own anticipation. As you reached the door to the mudroom, you paused, hand on the knob, and glanced back at him. "Ready?"

He nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Lead the way."

Opening the door, you stepped into the mudroom, a well-organized space that immediately spoke of a home lived in and loved. The aroma of the outdoors mixed with the scent of clean laundry filled the air. You pointed out the various features, "Here's where the magic happens after a long day's work. Laundry, pet wash station, and plenty of storage. That bathroom is attached to the guest bedroom."

Jake's gaze wandered over the room, taking in the practical yet cozy setup. "I like it. It's... homey."

"That door over there takes you down the back porch steps and out towards the stables," you explained, moving towards the sliding barn door that would lead into the kitchen and living area.

The kitchen, living room, and dining room flowed together in an open concept layout, imbuing the space with a rustic charm.

Jake surveyed the surroundings, visibly mesmerized. "You built and planned all of this?"

"Yup," you confirmed with a sense of pride. "It was a lot of work, but worth every moment," you continued, watching as Jake absorbed the details of the space. "I wanted a home that felt welcoming, where every corner had a story or a purpose."

Jake walked over to the dining area, running his hand along the back of one of the chairs before turning to face you. "It's incredible. It has warmth, character… It's a reflection of us."

You couldn't help but blush at the compliment. "Thank you. I hoped to create a place that felt like a sanctuary, somewhere we could find peace and comfort."

He nodded, understandingly. "You've succeeded. It's more than just a house; it's a home."

Chuck descended the stairs, interrupting the moment with a practical inquiry, "Are you ready for dinner?"

You glanced at Jake, giving him the opportunity to respond.

"Yeah, I'm actually pretty hungry," he admitted, his attention shifting from the house's interior to the matter of dinner.

"Great," Chuck responded, his tone amiable. "I thought, considering the nights have been getting chillier, we'd have chili tonight." His suggestion seemed to perfectly suit the cozy, rustic atmosphere of the house.

"That sounds perfect," you agreed, pleased with the idea. "Chili is always a great choice for a chilly evening." You smiled at the unintended pun.

Jake chuckled. "Sounds good to me. I can't remember the last time I had homemade chili."

Chuck nodded towards you, "The dining room is all set for you."

"Thank you, Chuck," you replied, appreciating his attention to detail.

He then shifted his attention to Jake, "Is there anything in particular you'd like to drink?"

Jake gave a casual shrug. "A beer is fine," he responded, settling into the homely atmosphere.

"Coming up," Chuck acknowledged, before disappearing down a staircase to fetch the drink.

"Come on. This way to the dining room," you beckoned Jake, leading him to another area nearby.

As the two of you entered the dining room, the ambiance immediately struck you. Candles flickered softly, casting a warm glow in the dimly lit space, creating an intimate and welcoming atmosphere.

The centerpiece of the dining room was a large pine table, accompanied by matching chairs, all contributing to the room's rustic appeal. The wood's natural texture and the room's subtle, earthy tones created a sense of warmth and coziness, enhancing the intimate atmosphere set by the candlelight.

"You can sit wherever you like," you offered, gesturing to the table.

Jake looked around, then asked, "Where do you normally sit?"

You pointed to a specific chair. "When family is here, I sit at the head of the table."

"Then I'll sit next to you," he decided.

As you moved to navigate around Jake, he unexpectedly stepped in front of you, prompting you to stop and look up at him.

"Y/N…" Jake began, but his words were interrupted as Chuck re-entered the room, prompting you both to step apart.

"Here's your beer, Sir," Chuck said, extending the beverage to Jake.

Jake took the beer with a nod of gratitude. "Thank you."

"Dinner will be served shortly," Chuck announced, ready to bring in the meal.

"Great, thanks, Chuck," you replied, appreciating Chuck's help and timing as you sat down in the chair.

The interruption had momentarily paused your conversation with Jake, but as Chuck went back to the kitchen, there was a brief moment of silence between you two.

You looked at Jake, sensing there was something he wanted to say. "You were about to say something?" you prompted gently, encouraging him to continue.

Jake took a sip of his beer, gathering his thoughts. "I was just going to say… it's really nice here. You've done an amazing job with this place. It feels like a real home," he responded as he sat down in the chair to the left of you.

You smiled, touched by his words. "Thanks, Jake. That means a lot. I wanted to create a place that felt welcoming and comfortable."

The conversation was interrupted again as Chuck returned, this time with bowls of chili. The savory aroma filled the room.

"I'll leave you two to catch up," Chuck said and left.

Jake's gaze lingered on his wife, a mix of emotions swirling within him. Guilt crept in as he remembered how upset he had been when she chose not to quit school after their loss. It was a difficult time, and the distance that had grown between them in the past four years felt more profound in this moment of reflection.

He sighed, his eyes wandering over the dining room. Despite everything, he couldn't help but feel impressed by what you had accomplished in their time apart. The home you had built was a testament to you resilience and dedication. It was clear you had considered both their tastes and needs in its design, creating a space that was both a reflection of your strength and a potential haven for your shared future.

Jake's internal struggle was evident as he continued to observe his surroundings. The home spoke volumes about the person you had become in his absence. It was warm, welcoming, and meticulously crafted—a stark contrast to the empty spaces he had grown accustomed to in his military life.

Realizing the gravity of his past decisions and the impact they had on your relationship, Jake turned to you with a newfound sense of understanding and humility. "Y/N," he began, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "I've been thinking about everything...about us. I know I haven't been there for you like I should have, especially after...after our loss."

You looked at him, your eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and cautious hope. You could sense the sincerity in his voice, something you hadn't felt from him in a long time.

Jake continued, "I was wrong to expect you to put your life on hold. What you've done here, it's incredible. You've built a life, a home, and I... I want to be a part of it, if you'll have me."

There was a long pause as you processed his words. The pain and misunderstandings of the past few years hung heavily between them, but so did the love and shared history they couldn't deny.

Finally, you spoke, your voice soft but steady. "Jake, I've missed you. I've missed us. But we can't just go back to how things were. We need to rebuild, to learn about each other again."

Jake nodded, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "I agree. I want to do that. I want to understand you, to support you. I want us to be a team again."

You took a moment, collecting you thoughts before asking, "When do you have to go back?"

Jake answered, "I have two weeks until I have to go back."

Hearing this, you met his gaze with a determined look. "Then we'll make it the best two weeks we've got." Your voice carried a mix of resolve and hope, signaling a willingness to make the most of the limited time you had together.

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