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sugarcoated-lame · 5 months

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kricket please i had this thoight and i just know you’ll understand it

dad’s best friend, jake seresin. OR! best friend’s dad, jake seresin.

i meannnnnnnnnnn

SEB MY BELOVED ❤️❤️ this has been sitting in my inbox for… way too long and I am SO SO SORRY that it’s taken me so long to get around to answering it 😭 (truthfully I started writing something for it and completely forgot about it, and just found it while going through my drafts today haha 🙈😭😭) BUT today is also your birthday, so what better time for me to finally finish this hehe 🥰

AAAAAAAAAAAH OK

I had to go with dad’s best friend Jake, because I just feel like he would be the biggest tease, and he’d be so smug when he sees the affect he has on you.

Maybe you’re just back from college, and Jake has always known you’ve had a bit of a crush on him since he moved into the neighborhood a few years ago and befriended your father. He could see the way you’d always blush and stumble over your words whenever he’d so much as say hi to you when he was hanging around the house with your dad. The way your leg would bounce nervously under the table and you’d go quiet when your parents would seat him next to you when they’d have him over for dinners.

But now you’re older, a little more confident— and sure he still makes you blush, but now you’re not so afraid to be a bit bolder when it comes to your dad’s best friend. And you make it your mission to make him just as flustered.

Wearing your cutest, more risqué outfits whenever you know he’s going to be around. Going for a swim when you know Jake is coming over to help your dad out back with some yard work and lying out in the sun on a lounge chair in a pretty little bikini, your body on display just for him, glistening as water droplets glide across your smooth skin.

Leaning over him and brushing your arm against his when you go to reach for something at the dinner table. Relishing in the way Jake’s hungry eyes follow your every move no matter how hard he tries to fight it, that strong jaw of his that you’ve always wondered what it’d feel like to press little kisses to, clenching along with his fists anytime you brush past him. His cheeks still going a bit red despite the cocky smirk that fights to grow on his lips whenever you catch him staring.

It’s only when your parents are away for the weekend to celebrate their anniversary that something finally happens between you and Jake. Your dad asked him to check in on you while they’re away, and when you answer the door to in a too-big t-shirt that reaches your mid thighs and makes it hard for him to tell if you’re wearing shorts underneath it, face free of any makeup and showing off your natural beauty, hair in a messy bun with loose tendrils beautifully framing your face— looking absolutely irresistible and offering him a beer, Jake knows that he’s a goner.

You bring Jake his beer and tell him that you were just watching a movie and he’s welcome to join. The tension between the two of you is palpable as you silently watch the movie, nothing but the sounds of your quiet breaths and the movie playing on tv filling the room.

This is the first time you’ve ever been truly alone with him and Jake can see your confidence wavering as you sit on opposite ends of the couch, watching your leg bounce nervously as you try to your hardest to focus on the tv screen and not on him.

You jump when you feel a warm hand cover your knee to stop your fidgeting, looking down at it before turning your gaze towards Jake and seeing that signature, devilish smirk on his lips that never fails to make your cheeks feel hot.

“You nervous about something, honey?”

There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, your too-quick squeak of NO and the way you wince at yourself afterward telling Jake otherwise and only make that grin of his grow wider.

“C’mere, sweets.” His big hand glides up from your knee to your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake as Jake helps to guide you closer and closer to him until you’re hovering over his lap, your hands coming to rest on his broad shoulders.

“You want this, darlin’?” His face is serious as he searches yours for any hint of hesitation, fingers brushing across the smooth skin of your cheek and causing you to whimper as you lean into his gentle touch.

“Yes, I want it— want you, Jake.”

His large hands trail down the length of your sides and you can feel the warmth of them through the thin fabric of your t-shirt as they wrap around your waist, pulling you down securely onto his lap.

Leaving you breathless as his signature cockiness returns, smirk taking over his face and mirth in those pretty, hooded green eyes as Jake leans in to whisper,

“Oh I know you do, honey.”

One hand cradling the back of your head, the other tenderly squeezes at your waist and pulls you flush against his chest as Jake pulls you in for a bruising kiss. The movie long-forgotten, this is just the beginning of a not-nearly long enough weekend spent learning each other’s bodies, figuring out what makes the other tick and fall apart, with Jake taking you on nearly every surface of your parents’ house and making you feel oh so good.

hehe thank you so much for this delicious thot, my love! I hope you enjoy this little birthday present from me 🥹 happy birthday babey, ilysm! 🥰😘💐💜💕💜💕💜

everyone go wish @sebsxphia a happy birthday <3

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geminijade · 10 months

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Giving Chris Evans and Dodger a run for their money as the cutest daddy/doggy duo 💕💞

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criminalamnesia · 2 years

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Habits of My Heart

warnings: fluff, Jake being soft, childhood best friends to lovers, she/her pronouns used, not proofread, Jake is probably a little ooc sorry, I’m not really good at writing fluff so I hope this isn’t too cheesy

summary: you haven’t seen Jake in months due to his busy schedule, but after he returns from his top-secret TOPGUN mission, you decide to hop on the next flight to Fighter Town, USA.

author’s note: back with some Jake fluff because I’ve written enough angst for him lately and he deserves happiness

update: part 2 is out now! You can read ‘Into Your Arms’ here

You hadn’t talked to Jake for longer than a minute each time he called in the past six weeks. This was nothing new; every time he deployed, your chats were painfully short. By the time you answered the phone, you had enough time to say a quick, ‘hi, how are you?’ and then a ‘be safe, tex’ before the line died and you both went back to your busy lives.

It was difficult, but you were used to it by now. Besides, you two didn’t need to speak every day anyways. You had been friends since kindergarten– having been pushed together by your mothers who had also been childhood friends. At first you had loathed him, but as you both grew, you learned to love him.

You had even held a little crush on him for a few years during high school. Who wouldn’t? He was the star football player with a dazzling smile and a flirtatious tongue. He had all the girls at school drooling over him, you included.

But nothing ever came of it, you were sure of that. You’d rather run into oncoming traffic than admit to Jake Seresin that you liked him. He would never stop teasing you about it, and besides– it’s not like he liked you back, right?

By the time you two were seniors in high school, you’d forgotten all about your crush. Especially after you walked into the girl’s bathroom during prom and interrupted Jake and some cheerleader’s intense make-out session on the bathroom counter. Yeah, that was enough to knock some sense back into your head.

Then you went to college and Jake enlisted. You saw each other less and less– and maybe everyone in the world was right when they said “absence makes the heart grow fonder,” because a day could not go by without you wishing to see Jake’s stupid little grin.

You talked on the phone and occasionally FaceTimed. He surprised you at your college graduation– but after he finished his training and started flying for real, it was rare you saw him. So, that’s how you found yourself here, at some bar in Fighter Town that his mom told you he frequented (how the hell did she know that?).

You hadn’t told him you were coming. He basically just got back to the states himself– he sent you a text while you were on your flight confirming that and telling you’d he talk to you tomorrow– that he was going to get some post-we-almost-died-drinks with his friends.

You couldn’t think of any better way for him to spend his night.

The Hard Deck definitely looked like a place Jake would frequent as you walked through sand to reach its doors. You could see through the windows how crowded it was, and you could hear the abundance of voices inside from the parking lot. Definitely his scene.

You pushed through the glass doors and were instantly swept into the sea of people. You saw many dressed in service khakis, which you silently cursed as it made it harder to clearly spot Jake.

The crowd pushed you up to the bar, which you appreciated. You were starting to feel nervous– why? You didn’t know. He was your longest friend and you were feeling nervous over seeing him again. You almost wanted to laugh if you didn’t think you’d vomit the moment you opened your mouth.

“You okay, sweetie?” A woman’s voice cut over the roar in the room, her kind eyes locking onto yours as she leaned slightly over the bar.

You nodded, taking in a deep breath. “Just fine, thanks.”

“First time here?” She replied, a small smile forming on her mouth.

You nodded, and before you could even speak, she was sliding you a beer.

“It’s on the house. And you’ll get used to the crowd,” she smiled and nodded before disappearing to tend to other customers.

You silently thanked her kindness and took a long swig of your beer, hoping it would give you some liquid courage.

Maybe you were so nervous because you hadn’t seen him in so long. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d talked in person, face-to-face. Maybe last year? You had certainly changed since then, and you knew he had, too.

“You’ve literally been his friend since he was still a bed-wetter,” you muttered to yourself, standing on your tip toes as your eyes scanned the busy bar.

You spotted him in the back by the pool tables. He had his back turned to you, but you’d recognize that blond hair and posture anywhere. Nerves forgotten, you quickly finished your beer and begun to weave through the crowd, hoping he wouldn’t turn around.

As luck would have it, he stayed planted to the spot you’d first saw him in as you finally made it to his little group. Unsurprisingly, they were all in service khakis. They’d probably been on assignment with him.

No one saw you as you crept up behind him. He was lost in thought as he studied the pool table, which gave you the chance to really surprise him.

“Hey pilot, can we go for a ride in your jet?” You tried to get the cheesy line out seriously, but couldn’t help but let a little snort escape as he turned around, face smug and a suggestive reply already leaving his mouth before his eyes landed on you.

“What the fuck?” His eyes widened as he took you in, looking you up and down.

“Surprise!” You threw up some jazz hands as you grinned at him.

He engulfed you in a hug, wrapping his arms around you tightly and lifting you from the ground as he swung you around. You laughed, clinging on to him. By now, his friends had noticed the two of you, but you paid them no mind as Jake set you back on solid ground.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming!” He said, pulling you to the side.

“That’s kinda the point of a surprise, Tex,” you teased. You couldn’t stop smiling, and he couldn’t either.

“You look good. It’s been, what, a year since we saw each other?”

“Too long,” you replied. Now it was your turn to look him up and down. He definitely looked good.

“Yeah, and whose fault is that?”

You scoffed, playfully pushing his chest. “Oh, you know whose it is. I’m not the one leaving the country on top-secret missions at the drop of a hat.”

“It makes me mysterious. Ladies love the mystery.”

“Do they?” You laughed, leaning slightly into him. God, you had missed him. Hearing his laugh through the phone could not compare to hearing it right in front of you.

“They do. You should know. You’re madly in love with me.”

You rolled your eyes, your heart rate spiking the tiniest bit at the thought of being found out– but you knew he was teasing. He always teased like this.

“If anything, you’re the one madly in love with me. All the navy groupies in this bar and you’re over here talking to me. Gotta mean somethin’.”

His smile was blinding as he wrapped and arm around your shoulders, pulling you sideways into his chest.

“You’re my favorite navy groupie.”

“I’ll let that comment slide because I haven’t seen you in a while and I’d hate to ruin that pretty face.”

He laughed as he steered you back towards the pool table. His friends had all been watching the two of you, but as you approached they tried– and failed– to act as if they hadn’t.

“And who’s this?” A man piped up as he looked you up and down from across the pool table.

“This, everyone, is the biggest pain in my ass that’s been there since kindergarten.”

You raised a hand in a wave, rolling your eyes at Jake’s words. “What he means is that I’m the better half of the duo.”

The only woman of the group looked as if she’d seen a ghost. Her mouth was agape as she studied you and Jake.

“We all thought Hangman was making you up!”

“You thought Hangman was making her up,” a man with a mustache and aviators replied smugly, leaning in closer to the woman. “You owe me $20, Phoenix.”

Phoenix grumbled to herself as she begrudgingly took out her wallet and passed a $20 to the man. He tipped an imaginary hat at her and laughed. She punched him in the arm.

“I am definitely not made up, and I am definitely ready to embarrass Jake. Who wants to know what?” You smiled slyly as the group erupted into chaos; Jake’s shouts for them to ignore you going unheard as the group pulled you in.

—

Jake finally pulled you away from the others hours later, claiming he’d been embarrassed enough for one night and that he had a reputation to uphold.

You had made sure to get every one of his friend’s numbers before leaving, just incase you felt like embarrassing him some more.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence as you made your way to his truck. You had taken a taxi from your hotel, so it worked out.

He opened the passenger door for you and you rolled your eyes as you hopped into the vehicle. He slid into the driver’s seat a second later, but made no move to start the car.

“You okay, Tex?” You asked, worried. He was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Just thinking about all the ways I can get you back for tonight,” he told you, his gaze containing a hint of mischief.

“Can it wait until I’m back in Texas?” You pleaded, to which he shook his head.

“Nope, absolutely not.”

You groaned and he grinned.

“You’re evil,” you told him.

“I’ve been called worse.” He shrugged.

You both fell silent for a minute.

“I didn’t think you were gonna make it back this time. Your mom was telling me what little she knew, but it wasn’t a lot, and I was worried.” You looked down at your hands in your lap as you spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me anything? All I knew was that you were overseas.”

“I was trying to get you to not worry,” he chuckled.

“I always worry about you, idiot. You’re reckless and headstrong. You’re always finding trouble.”

He didn’t respond for a beat. Then:

“Would it make you stop worrying to hear that I’m coming home for a bit?”

“You’re full of shit,” you instantly replied. You hadn’t known him to ever take time off from his job. He loved being a pilot; he loved the navy, and he was incredibly dedicated to his work. It was one of the things you admired about him, but also secretly wished were different about him.

“I’m serious. I don’t know how long, at least a month– but I’m coming home. It’s been too long.”

You sat in silence, multiple emotions washing over you all at once. You knew something serious had to have happened for Jake to be taking a step back, and you were scared as to what that was. As far as you knew, none of his fellow aviators had died, but what if he or they had come close to it?

He knew the risk of getting up in the air, they all did. It was part of the job. But you had never seen him so hesitant to go back to work, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

You took a deep breath and nodded. You could unpack this baggage later– if he’d ever let his walls down and talk to you about it. Now, you were just glad to have him back.

“You still look worried,” he teased.

“Shut up.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“Oh, I’m cute?” You grinned against your will.

“The cutest,” he replied.

“You say that to all the girls.”

“No,” he said. “Just you.”

Silence filled the air once more. You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to figure out his angle. Jake always teased– it was his nature. He was the annoying guy best friend who said things to try and get you to blush. Then he’d make fun of you for blushing.

“I haven’t missed your teasing, Tex,” you finally said.

“I do love to tease you,” he said, and you rolled your eyes. “But I’m not right now.”

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“What? No.”

“I think you hit your head. You never compliment me–”

He interrupted. “I compliment you all the time–”

“Teasing and joking doesn’t count.”

He fell silent, having been defeated. Then he muttered a quiet:

“I do think you’re cute.”

“Are we in grade school? Someone pinch me, I must be dreaming. Don’t actually pinch me, dickwad.” You warned before he could even raise his hand. He laughed.

“Can you take this seriously?”

“Oh, how the tables have turned. How does it feel, Tex? Annoying, huh?” You leaned slightly over the center console, poking him in the arm. “Now you know how it feels.”

“I don’t act like this,” he shot back.

“Yes you do. If only you could see yourself–”

“Okay, I get it,” he huffed exasperatedly.

“Oh, do you? I don’t think you do–”

You were cut off as he leaned over the center console, crashing his lips onto yours. You were startled, eyes wide as you quickly pushed him off. He looked confused, maybe even a little hurt, but he backed off instantly.

“What the hell was that?”

He shrugged. You mocked his shrug, throwing up your hands. He mimicked your movements, throwing his hands up as well.

You both looked at each other for a few tense seconds before leaning back in, kissing with fervor. Never in a million years did you think you’d be kissing Jake Seresin, yet here you were. And he initiated it.

You’d have to unpack that later.

You pulled back from him again, both of you catching your breaths. You turned away from him, shifting in your seat to face the windshield. You felt his eyes boring holes into the side of your head.

“Are you angry?” He asked.

“What? No. Why would I be angry?” You replied, turning back to face him.

“Okay, you’re being confusing. First you’re pulling away then you’re kissing me back then you’re turning away–”

“I’m waiting for you to get the message and drive so we don’t make-out in the parking lot of this bar, where all of your colleagues are currently at.”

“Oh,” he said, nodding as he finally turned the keys in the ignition.

Both of you sat in silence as he drove out of the parking lot. It wasn’t until you were almost at his apartment that you spoke again.

“Do I get a badge for kissing you? One that says: ‘I made-out with Jake Seresin and all I got was this stupid badge’?” You looked over at him with a straight face. He rolled his eyes.

“I don’t even know why I missed you,” he sighed as he pulled into a parking spot, putting the car in park and turning it off.

“Just shut up and kiss me again,” you told him as you slipped out of the car, meeting him at on the driver’s side.

“If you’ll be quiet, then gladly.”

You rolled your eyes, but you weren’t annoyed. Not in the slightest.

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ereardon · 1 year

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Friends Don't || Chapter 12

Synopsis: Bob Floyd has been your best friend for almost a decade, ever since he quietly agreed to tutor you in college. The two of you have spent years chasing each other around the globe – Bob as a WSO, you as a travel blogger. You’ve always been the anywhere-but-here girl, and he’s been your rock. But when a surprise diagnosis threatens to crumble your picture-perfect life, you’re on the first flight back to San Diego, desperate to put down roots for the first time. Will Bob finally have it in him to admit that you could be the love of his life? What will he say when he finds out the secret you’ve been skillfully hiding from him? Or worse, what if he doesn’t find out until it’s too late?

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x OC [Reid]

Tropes: Friends to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, angst, cancer, alcohol, mentions of death, fertility and pregnancy discussions, surrogacy

WC: 4.6K

Chapter summary: Reid confines in Phoenix about intimacy issues after Bob learns about her diagnosis; Bob and Reid discuss their future and how kids will play into that; Hangman tries to apologize for being an asshole

Series masterlist here; previous chapter here; next chapter here

You had told Bob you didn’t want things to change. He tried his hardest to take that to heart.

You moved back in and that first night sleeping in Bob’s arms again felt like coming home to your own bed after a six-month backpacking trip.

The issue was that you wanted him. You craved his touch. And Bob still touched you like you were a porcelain doll, ready to break.

Before, you barely had to trace your fingers over his chest before he was pulling your panties down with his deft fingers, working himself inside of you, trapping your moans with his mouth.

Now, you’d roll over, press yourself against him, and he would lay his lips gently on your forehead, trying to ease you back to sleep.

After a week, you got sick of it.

“He won’t even touch me,” you complained to Phoenix, taking a sip of your iced tea.

She looked over to her right, toward the inside of the house where the rest of the guys were gathered. The two of you were sitting under the shade of a tree out at the edge of the small fenced-in yard, drinking iced tea and lounging on soft fold out chairs, the kind that parents bring to little league games.

“He treats me like I’m going to break.”

“He’s scared,” she said, sliding her sunglasses up onto the top of her head. “You’re the love of his life, Reid. You’re the one thing that means the world to him. And he’s grappling with the fact that he might lose you. He doesn’t want to ruin it.”

You let out a sigh. “That’s the thing. We only have so much time. And I want him, so much.”

“I’ll talk to him.”

You reached out and grabbed her hand. “Really? Thank you!”

She smiled. “Never thought I’d have to talk Floyd into fucking you. Talking him out of fucking you? That I can do. This wasn’t in the Navy handbook.”

You laughed, settling back against the soft fabric of the chair. In the distance you watched as Jake and Bradley argued over how to properly grill the steaks.

Phoenix turned to you after a moment. “Have you guys talked about what happens next?” she asked softly.

“No.” Your eyes were trained on Bob as he bent down, adding another case of beer to the cooler next to the sliding door. “I’m just not ready. Neither is he.”

“I get that,” Phoenix said. “But Reid, you have to. Sooner, rather than later. It’s going to ruin him. He should at least know how you want things to go down after you’re gone.”

“Like what?”

“The funeral. Your stuff.” She let out a breath. “How soon you’d want him to move on.”

You turned to her. “He gets to mourn me as long as he wants. If that’s two days or twenty years. I’m not going to put a cap on it.”

She nodded. “I know. But if you let him, he’ll never look at another woman ever again. He’ll live by himself forever, as a hermit. Is that what you really want for him?”

You turned back to Bob. He stood and wiped his hands on his jeans before looking over at the two of you. You raised your hand in a wave and he smiled back. The sudden urge to run to him and toss your arms around his neck was overwhelming. But you knew that if you did he would be worried. About you running. About all of it.

“Reid?” Phoenix’s voice shook you from your daydream.

“He should move on,” you whispered. “I need him to be happy. He deserves that. He deserves better than this.”

She grabbed your hand. The two of you sat there, holding hands, in silence. Until the sun started to set softly over the roof of the house and Bradley called you inside for dinner.

Later that night, you watched Phoenix pull Bob aside. His eyes darted to where you were sitting on the patio, a glass of wine in hand, and you knew exactly what she was saying to him.

“Want some company?”

You looked up. Bradley stood with a beer in one hand, a smile beneath his mustache. You nodded enthusiastically. “Please.”

He took a seat next to you on the large bench. Despite everything that had happened, Bradley was a comforting presence. You realized the two of you were always destined to be better friends than lovers.

Sometimes it works out like that.

“Couldn’t help but overhear their conversation.” Bradley tipped his head to where Bob and Phoenix were still in deep discussion.

You blushed. “Oh, Jesus.”

He chuckled. “For what it’s worth, I get where he’s coming from.” Bradley squeezed your thigh gently with his hand, closer to your knee, in a friendly way.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“If we were still together, would you be like that?” you asked. “Would you be afraid that you’d break me?”

“Probably not,” Bradley said. “But he loves you more than anybody else ever could.” You looked up at him. He set down his beer on the brick patio. “He loves you with his whole heart. I think he’s worried that any move he makes is going to take minutes, days, off of your time together. He’s so scared that he’s going to mess things up. And he’s never had to deal with death like this before. Not something drawn out. He doesn’t know how to handle it.”

You squinted at him. There was something calm in his demeanor. Familiar in a way. “Have you? Dealt with this before.”

Bradley nodded. “My mom. She died of cancer when I was twenty.”

“Oh.” You reached out, taking his hand into yours and squeezing it. “I’m so sorry, Brad.”

He shook his head. “Thank you. It’s been a while, it gets easier. But I know firsthand how he feels.” Bradley looked up at Bob. “He’s watching his whole world fall apart.”

“This is why I didn’t tell anyone,” you whispered. “I wanted it to be normal. For a while. For as long as possible. I didn’t want people to treat me like a patient.”

Bradley squeezed your hand. “Tell you what. If we’re ever doing that and it’s bothering you, tell me. I’ll make everyone stop.”

You chuckled. “You promise?”

“For you?” he whispered. “Anything.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes softly, your hands still intertwined between your two bodies.

***

“I’m going to take a sabbatical,” Bob said as he rinsed a few tomatoes in the sink, turning around and patting them dry with a well-loved dish towel that you had sent him from Turkey five years prior.

You frowned. “What? You can’t do that.”

He nodded. “They have special permissions. This is one of them.”

“How?”

He shrugged. “I said you were my domestic partner.”

“Oh, Bobby.”

You got up, winding your arms around his waist. He set the tomatoes down gently, cradling your head softly. “I want to be here,” he whispered. “I can’t risk getting shipped off for who knows how long. I won’t risk it. If I have to quit I will. Whatever it takes.”

You pressed your face against his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. Spicy oranges and jet fuel. After a moment, you leaned back, wrapping one hand around his neck, tugging his lips down to yours. You let your lips graze over his softly, gently.

“Sunny,” he murmured, pulling back.

“Please,” you whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek. “Please. I need you. All of you. I’m not a doll that you might break. I’m the same me as I was two weeks ago when you fucked me on the halllway floor.”

The tips of Bob’s ears went pink.

“I need to feel you inside of me,” you whispered and a groan bubbled from Bob’s throat as he leaned down, pressing his lips back against yours, his hands soft where he cradled your head, his other hand against the small of your back, creating a barrier between your back and the kitchen counter. “Take me to bed,” you murmured and in one swift motion Bob pulled you into his arms, floating down the hallway into the bedroom, setting you down gently.

You let him pull off your sundress and watched his eyes widen when he saw you weren’t wearing any underwear or a bra. You spread your legs wide and Bob kneeled on the bed, pressing his face between your legs, one hand gripping your hip softly, his tongue licking a thick stripe through your folds toward your clit as you trembled on the mattress.

“Oh!”

Bob grabbed both sides of your hips with his hands, pushing his face closer into your wet cunt, his nose brushing across your clit as his tongue prodded your entrance. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly, tugging him closer, and Bob started to swirl his tongue across your folds, doing figure eights over your swollen clit as you moaned.

“Bobby, fuck, yes, right there!”

He grunted as you came all over his face, your arousal coating his lips as he pulled back, one of your legs shaking from the force of the orgasm. Bob smoothed his palm over your thigh softly, shifting on top of you. Your fingers grabbed at his shirt, pulling it over his head, before pushing at the waistband of his shorts. He kicked them off carefully, his hard cock landing on your thigh and you gasped as it brushed over your wet folds.

“Want you so badly,” you murmured, sealing your mouth over his. Bob reached down, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds, spreading your juices over his length as he pumped himself, the tip of his cock hitting you repeatedly as he did so, causing you to groan.

“Honey,” he whispered into your neck. “Fuck, so needy for me.”

Your fingers tightened around his biceps. “Please, Bobby, please fuck me.”

His blue eyes met yours. “I will, baby. Let me get a condom.”

You shook your head. “It’s just us, right? Nobody else?”

Bob removed his hand from his cock, looking at you long and hard. He nodded. “Sunny, from day one it’s always only been you. The minute you said you were mine, there was no one else.”

“Then I want to feel you,” you whispered. “All of you. I never want anything to stand between us again.”

He nodded, reaching down and sliding the tip of his cock into your entrance, punching a moan out of your mouth. You buried your face into Bob’s shoulder, eyes pinched shut, as the force of his cock splitting you in half took over. “Oh, fuck,” Bob growled against you. Your walls were clenched around him, so tight and warm and he had never felt anything that felt one tenth as good as you did. “Gotta relax, darlin’. It’s too tight.”

“Sorry,” you whispered, letting out a breath, trying to relax.

Bob leaned down, brushing hair out of your eyes, locking his lips gently on yours. You focused on the warmth of his kiss as he slowly worked his hard cock inside of you, spreading your legs wider, stretching you to your fullest point. When he was all the way in, he broke the kiss with a loud groan. “Oh, my God,” Bob whimpered.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in tighter. “Feel so full,” you moaned, locking your legs over his waist. “Holy shit.”

Bob rocked his hips slowly forward, pressing himself deeper before pulling back and filling you again. You gasped as he moaned softly into your ear, his grunts making you even wetter, your walls sliding softly against his cock as he pressed the spongy walls inside of you.

“I love you,” you whispered.

He leaned back onto his knees, tugging your legs and hips higher, pressing a series of kisses to your calf. “Fuck, Sunny, I love you so much. Feel so fucking good, goddamn.”

He was close, you could tell. So were you. You reached one hand down, brushing against your clit. “Come with me,” you murmured. “Please, Bobby, come inside of me. Fill me.”

Bob groaned loudly, leaning forward, plunging his cock deeper inside of you and you gasped, pressing down hard on your clit, circling the bud quickly as you watched his beautiful face contort in ecstasy. “Oh, shit, I’m gonna come. Darlin’, I’m coming!”

And then he was spilling inside of you as you shouted his name, your orgasm breaking as he shot hot cum against your walls, collapsing softly at your side, his cock still trapped inside your wet, tight walls. You ran one hand over his back, tucking a leg over his hip, holding him close. “Bobby,” you whispered. “I love you more than I even realized was possible. And I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

He let out a sigh, running one hand over your cheek. “I’ll love you forever, Reid.”

***

“Listen, Reid—”

You held up a hand, stopping Jake mid sentence. “Not tonight, Seresin,” you said quietly. You looked over at Bob. He was grinning from ear to ear, standing next to the old wooden piano as Bradley pressed down on the keys.

It was Bob’s twenty-ninth birthday. The two of you had officially known each other for a decade. It felt like just yesterday that you had stopped him after class to ask if he would tutor you.

If only you had met him sooner. If only you had more time.

Jake opened his mouth but one look at your frown and he closed it, hanging his head softly. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, walking away.

You leaned against the bar. It wasn’t often that you got to watch Bob lose himself in a moment anymore. It always felt like his mind was elsewhere. He was worried about the future. He was panicking. He so rarely was in the moment. You loved to watch him smile. Watch him enjoy himself. Even if it was only for a few minutes.

Once Bradley had finished a few songs, Bob patted him on the shoulder, making his way over to you at the bar, winding his arm around your waist, dragging you in closer, planting a kiss on your lips softly.

“Hi darlin’.”

You smiled up at him. “Let’s go for a walk on the beach.”

Bob nodded, sliding his hand into yours, leading you out through the back door.

The two of you slipped off your shoes, setting off in the cool sand. You were reminded of only a month before when you had snuck out onto the beach during Jake’s birthday party. That was the night that had unraveled everything.

The moon was bright, tossing a blanket of light on the dark ocean waves. You walked in silence for a few moments before Bob turned to you. “Sunny?”

“Yeah baby?”

He leaned in, tucking a chunk of hair behind your ear. “You know I love you, right?”

You grinned. “Always.”

Bob smiled softly. “I know you’re scared. I’m scared. All I know is that I don’t want to waste whatever time we have left.”

He stopped and shoved his hand in his pocket, emerging a moment later with a plain gold band. You looked at the ring and then up at him in shock.

“We don’t have to get married or have a wedding or any of that. I know it’s not your style,” he said. “But I just want to know that when it happens, we belonged to each other. That’s all I want.”

You felt a tear slip down your cheek as you nodded furiously. “I’ll be yours, Robert Floyd. Always have been.” You held out your shaky left hand and Bob slid the ring on carefully.

He smiled down at you. “That’s Meemaw’s ring, by the way. She told me a long time ago to give it to you.”

You pressed your hand close to your heart. “Now I feel bad that I didn’t get you a gift,” you whispered.

Bob leaned down, pulling you closer to him, your face pressed against his chest, your arms wrapped tightly around his core. “You’re my gift.”

***

The last box of your things finally got shipped from Brooklyn. It had somehow gotten lost by the moving company, arriving months later than the rest of your items.

You frowned, standing at the door looking down at the box. “Bobby?”

“Coming sweetheart.”

A moment later, he appeared at the front door in a pair of jeans and sweatshirt. Temperatures were starting to dip as you entered fall.

Bob looked at the box. “What is that?”

“It’s the last box, that one they lost when they were moving my stuff,” you said. “Can you help me get it inside?”

“Of course, honey.” You scooted to the side, holding open the door as Bob lifted the box, carrying it into the dining room where he plopped it gently on the table.

You grabbed a scissors, slicing through the tape, peering inside. It felt like another lifetime ago that you had boxed everything up in your Greenpoint loft.

Peering into the box, you spotted a pair of old headphones, and then several manilla folders. “What is all of this?” Bob asked, pulling out folder after folder.

You shrugged, opening one of the folders up, finding tax returns from a few years back. “Paperwork from my office, I think. I don’t even remember packing if we’re being honest.”

You were flipping through old travel magazines — why had you bothered to keep those? — when Bob’s voice cut through the empty air. “Reid?”

You looked up. Something about his tone. Bob held up a piece of paper in his hand, Mount Sinai’s logo embossed at the top.

“What is this?”

Squinting, it took a moment for you to realize. When you did, your heart sank a bit. You pulled out a chair, sitting down. Bob followed suit. “When I first got diagnosed, the doctor said that no matter what route we took for treatment, I should look into freezing my eggs.”

Bob’s eyes widened. “Did you?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I did. They got twenty four eggs.”

“Is that a lot?”

“Apparently it’s a decent amount.”

Bob looked down at the paper. “What are you going to do with them?”

“I actually hadn’t remembered until now,” you said quietly. “There’s a lot to think about.”

Bob reached over and put his hand on yours. “I know. How can I help?”

It was simple. Everything you had, you wanted to go to Bob. The two of you met with a lawyer who helped draw up your medical requests.

Later that night, just as you were about to fall asleep, Bob rolled over so you were face to face. “Sunny?”

“Hmm?” Your eyes were still closed.

“Honey, can I ask you something?”

You opened one eye. “What is it, Bobby?”

“I can’t stop thinking about the eggs.”

You frowned, sitting up against the pillows. “The frozen eggs?”

He nodded.

“What about them?”

“What if we had a baby?”

“You can’t be serious.”

Bob was propped up on one elbow, his blue eyes shining in the moonlight that fell where the gap in the curtains couldn’t reach. “I’m completely serious. I want to be a dad, I’ve always wanted to be a dad. And those eggs are there. They’re healthy.”

“I can’t carry a baby,” you whispered. “Not with the cancer.”

“We get a surrogate.” Bob sat up, taking your hands in his. “If you don’t want a baby, I understand. I would never force you to. But darlin’, there’s nobody else I would want to have a child with. Even if we only have a few months together with the baby, or if we have five years, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that we would love that baby more than anything in this world.”

You looked at him. “You’re serious, aren’t you? You’re truly serious.”

He nodded. “I am. I want to have a baby with you, Reid Coleman. A little girl with your eyes. A little boy with your smile. I’ll take anything. I want to be a dad. And I want to raise a baby with you.”

“Let me think about it,” you whispered.

“Of course.”

You laid back down, Bob’s arms wrapped around you from behind. Kids. Babies. You had never thought too long or hard about kids until you were told it was unlikely you could have them. And then they started to dominate your thoughts.

You knew Bob would be a good dad. He would be an excellent dad. The only thing you worried about was leaving them.

At least they would have each other. At least he wouldn’t be alone.

You floated off to sleep, the image of Bob holding his newborn child in his arms tattooed across your mind.

***

You were sitting on the beach in a foldout chair, wearing a pair of linen pants and one of Bob’s old button downs, your bare feet buried in the sand as you watched the team play a confusing game of football. You had never been one for sports, so you didn’t even bother to learn the rules or objectives. Simply watching them all in their shirtless states was enough.

Bob came over during a halftime break and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Hey darlin’,” he whispered. “Doing OK?”

You nodded up at him. “Great. Can you just do me one favor?”

“Anything.”

You pinched the material of his yellow shirt. “Lose the shirt, baby. Let me watch my man destroy those idiots and look good doing it.”

He chuckled, shaking his head but peeling off his shirt, dropping it on the ground near you. Your eyes grazed over his chiseled stomach and muscular arms and you grinned. “Better?” he asked.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Now kiss me please.”

Bob leaned down, brushing his lips over yours. You reached out a hand, running it through his hair, your tongue darting into his mouth softly. He pulled back with a groan. “Honey, you’re gonna get me all hot and bothered,” he whispered and you looked down at a smirk to his shorts which were already growing tight.

“Go play,” you whispered. “We’ll finish this when you’re back.”

Bob groaned and licked his lips, looking at you one last time before jogging back to the group.

They were all beautiful. It was almost hard to choose who to look at. All tanned, taunt limbs, gorgeous faces, wide smiles. Once the game wrapped, everyone headed inside for a drink. Bob helped you put the chair and your stuff in his truck.

On the way back to the Hard Deck, he turned to you. “Sunny?”

“What is it sweetheart?”

“Have you, um.” Bob looked flustered. “Have you thought about what we were discussing the other night?”

Your chest tightened. He meant the baby discussion.

The truth was, it was the only thing you had been able to think about. You were twenty-nine, going on thirty. You never saw yourself as one of those women. The ones who longed for a child, who so obviously were made for motherhood. Your childhood had been rocky at best. Your mother was about as good of a role model as a can of beer was to an alcoholic.

And yet, something had changed over the last six months since the diagnosis. You started to notice babies and children out and about with their parents. At the store, on a sidewalk, on the beach. You would smile and wave and make little goo-goo noises to kids as they passed. And your heart would swell when they smiled back, chubby fingers raised in a wave.

You turned your eyes to Bob’s. “Yeah, honey, I’ve thought about it.”

“What do you think?” he whispered.

You shook your head and watched Bob’s face fall. Immediately, you pressed your hands to both of his cheeks. “Sorry, that wasn’t a no head shake. It was an I don’t know.” You sighed. “I want a baby,” you confessed, the first time you had said it outloud ever. “I just don’t know if I could do that to you. Leave you to raise a baby by yourself.” You shook your head. “That would be so incredibly selfish of me.”

Bob placed his hands over yours. “I’m asking you to do it,” he whispered. “It’s not selfish, Reid. It’s the most selfless thing a person could ever do.”

“OK,” you whispered.

Bob’s cerulean blue eyes lit up, his mouth dropping wide. “OK?”

You nodded and he let out a whoop, pulling you into his arms, spinning you around quickly before setting you back down and planting his lips on yours. You grinned, drawing your hands back, running your thumb over the cool metal of the ring on your fourth finger. So far, nobody had asked about the ring.

The two of you walked back to the bar hand in hand. Natasha was sitting outside on the patio, drinking a beer, her arms propped up against the wooden railing. She smiled at the two of you as you approached, taking in your uncontrollable smiles.

“What’s with you two?” she asked. “You look like cats that ate the canary.”

Bob looked at you. “Do we tell her?”

You squeezed his hand. “It’ll come out eventually.”

Bob grinned. “We’re going to have a baby.”

Natasha’s mouth dropped. Shock was written all over her face. It took her a second to compose herself, and when she did she shook her head. “Wait, but how. I thought with the cancer…” She trailed off.

You nodded. “I can’t carry the baby. But before I left New York, I froze my eggs. So we’re going to have to find a surrogate. It’s not going to be easy, but it’s what we want.”

You looked up at Bob. He was glowing. If he was this happy now, you couldn’t imagine how happy he would be when he held his child in his arms for the first time.

Natasha’s voice pulled you out of your daydream. “I’ll do it.”

The two of you turned to her, eyes wide. “What?” you breathed.

She nodded, a firm confirmation. She was serious. “I’ll do it. I’ll be your surrogate.”

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tongue-like-a-razor · 4 months

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Congrats on 5K!!! You deserve it!!!!!!

Would you ever write about BBF jake and Baby B meeting? When did they meet? How did they meet? What was it like? Did they like the other right away? If you are planning in addressing this in the main story, or just don’t want to write it, please feel free to ignore this :)

Thank you babe! Yay a BBF request!! I always imagined them meeting when Bradley and Jake were in high school and Baby B was maybe 3 or so years behind. I think that, even though he likely wasn't physically attracted to her at first, Jake immediately found her to be interesting. Basically, she very quickly became someone he admired and respected. So, without further ado, here you go. Hope you enjoy!

5k Weekend Bash Drabbles

Brother's Best Friend - How They Met

Jake Seresin x Reader

You’re sitting with your brand new, middle school boyfriend on your brand new, middle school bed spread that’s recently replaced your Little Mermaid quilt. You’ve got NSYNC posters all over your walls and you’re very proud of the overall aesthetic you’ve created in your room. Your personal space, which, like always, is rudely infiltrated by your annoying brother the moment he gets home from school.

A sudden crash – Bradley bodychecking your door – makes you and your boyfriend jump apart in a panic even though all you were doing was holding hands. The next moment, Bradley waltzes into your room without even a knock.

“Door stays open, remember?” he reminds you with a shake of his head, giving your brand new boyfriend a dirty look.

“Get out!” you yell, throwing a stuffed dinosaur at his head.

Bradley ducks and the dinosaur lands in the hands of the dreamiest guy you’ve ever seen. Obviously, this is a new friend of Bradley’s, because you would’ve remembered seeing that face before. He enters your bedroom after Bradley, looking around with a smirk. The guy is gorgeous, of course; he’s in high school, unlike your brand new middle school boyfriend.

You glare at the two of them. “Newsflash: this isn’t a public park. You can’t just barge in here with your friends.”

“I wouldn’t have to barge in here if you kept your door open like you’re supposed to,” Bradley says, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Ever heard of privacy?” you bite back grumpily, heading straight for your brother and shoving him back the way he came. “We’re busy.”

“Doing what?!” Bradley exclaims with a laugh as you push him and his friend out the door.

You give your brother a withering look. “Doing it, obviously. Not to mention all the drugs.”

Bradley’s cute friend snorts trying to hold back a laugh while Bradley stares at you in outrage. “Door open,” he warns, backing away and then heading to his own room down the hall.

His friend lingers at your door for another moment, watching you with amusement. He glances over your shoulder at your brand new boyfriend before looking back down at you. “Meth?” he asks casually.

You blink at him in surprise. Is Bradley’s smoking hot high school friend joking? With you? “Well, yeah,” you respond with a completely straight face. Humor is, thankfully, one of your strong suits.

“Jake, you coming?” Bradley calls. “I found the tabs, man.” He’s waving around his acoustic guitar in the doorway to his room.

Jake nods at Bradley and then glances back at you. “Take it easy, Baby Bradshaw,” he says.

“Actually, it’s - ” but Jake walks away before you get to tell him your name.

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sunlightmurdock · 3 months

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You just put apocalypse dbf!jake in my head and now I won’t be able to think of anything else for foreseeable future.

It’s not a want but a need

okokokok so!! in a situation where dbf!jake is still exactly that, he’s just your dad’s best friend when this shit all starts. He’s the first person you run to when the news starts advising everyone to go home and stay there, since your parents are away.

Jake knows better. He always knows what to do. You made the right choice in going to him. He’s calm and collected, telling you to pack light and don’t open your front door until he comes to get you. Even when you’re panicking about being able to ever find your parents again, Jake is taking your face in his hands and drawing you in close, swearing to you that he’ll get you back to them if you just trust him.

And so you do. He puts you in his truck and loads the bed with a few light supplies. You make it out of the city early on the first afternoon, and drive out to your dad’s little cabin in the mountains — it’s safer to hole up out here than in the city, Jake says. The communications don’t go down right away. They go down at 3am, while Jake is sitting awake on the couch with one hand on his gun, you sleeping in the bedroom behind him. All of the news and radio stations at once, just static.

Of course, this makes things feel all the more dire, but he can’t keep it from you. The first day is the worst. Being so far from everyone is a good thing, Jake says, but it doesn’t make you feel any better. You can see him bristle at the sound of every car on the road a couple of miles away. Sound carries up here.

The whole ‘sleeping in shifts’ thing doesn’t quite work when Jake won’t sleep, either. Not when you can’t protect yourself. He sleeps in maybe forty minute intervals, if he’s lucky. He spends almost all of the first three days awake, watching over you, watching the supplies he brought start to dissipate.

There’s a lake that’s fishable, and a stream with water that you can boil. Jake doesn’t let you out of his sight, but he does teach you how to fish.

Your first encounter with one of the infected comes after maybe a week up there, some hitchhiker who had died on the highway and wandered through the woods. Miles out of the way, neither one of you were expecting to be found quite so quickly. It happens when Jake is storing the boat and you’re walking off ahead of him, hauling your bounty back towards the cabin.

Jake hears your scream and his heart drops. He races up the makeshift path to find you on your ass, scrambling backwards as the torn up thing claws at your boots. He kills it in front of you and puts you on your feet again. You’re in shock, really. It’s the first one you’ve seen up close — you almost died — this is all so real.

Back at the cabin, Jake holds you while you cry until you fall asleep in his arms. He lies awake with the realisation that he cares for you in a far deeper way than he should. When he thought he lost you earlier… it wasn’t just because he feared losing his friend’s daughter.

In that moment, he knows he’ll do anything to get you through this, no matter what that takes.

#dbf!jake #apocalypse au #dads best friend Jake #Jake Seresin x reader #Jake Seresin x y/n #Jake Seresin smut

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bradshawed · 1 year

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“Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

summary — Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw certainly has something someone to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.

warnings/tags — mild swearing, some suggestive content, female reader, use of she/her, Bradley missing his parents, switching between 2nd and 3rd person but you get both povs? Bradley being absolutely speechless and momma Seresin being an icon but that isn’t really warning.

note — wanted to write something for a while and I had this idea in my drafts and figured why not. I haven’t written for tg:m before so I hope I did them justice and you guys like it enough to read some more.

word count — 1.2k words

Texas hadn’t exactly been a planned trip but here they all were at the Seresin ranch in Austin, Texas.

You could say that it had been the Daggers’ fault for unintentionally parading in on one of Jake’s phone calls to his mum but they’d all claim that it was a combination of Jake bragging about his home town and Bradley retelling his sob story to Jake’s mother, who she insisted he call her by her first name, and then invited them all to the Seresin ranch for Thanksgiving.

They’d managed to get a couple days leave and decided to forgo the 15 hour drive down and take a flight there instead, choosing to get there in one piece with as few arguments as possible than the ones they would’ve had if they’d chosen to go with the road trip option.

When they’d arrived at the airport, Jake’s oldest sister and her husband picked them up in two cars and drove them down to the ranch. Bradley could easily see why Jake had been right to brag about his home, not that he would ever tell him, but it really did feel like home.

The Dagger squad talked for hours that night, finding themselves huddled together on the front porch, staring at the stars. It had been a beautiful night, filled with laughter and mischief, but also with something warm and comforting that made Bradley’s heart ache.

He’d been unusually quiet that night but the group knew better than to push it, Jake included with a threat from his mother, but it hadn’t been from what they’d expected. Jake’s mum had brought Bradley aside when they were all busy with the rest of the family and had a talk with him, one filled with a motherly love that accepted him into the family and promises that he could come by anytime or call her up whenever he’d like. The comforting hug after, as she reached up to wipe his tears, made him smile as he whispered up to the stars later that night, a thank you to his mum and dad.

The next day had been filled with the typical Seresin chaos that you’d expect with a single mother, three daughters, their partners and children, and the one and only, Jacob Thomas Seresin. Plus the Dagger Squad. Then someone mentioned line dancing and Jake’s elusive childhood best friend (Javy was extremely offended) and they’d subsequently made plans that night to visit the local bar that Jake promised they’d all love.

Never, and Bradley means never, let Hangman choose your outfit. That boy is picky as hell and a force to be reckoned with once he’s connected to his Southern routes. Shame that Bradley’s much more stubborn or you would’ve seen him decked out in a similar outfit to Jake’s right down to the bolo tie.

“Jacob Thomas Seresin!” Heads turned towards the woman walking towards them, an empty serving tray in one hand, the other resting on her hip as she looked up at the blonde raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t think to give me a heads up before you walked into my bar?” She leaned behind him to place the tray on the bar before resuming her stance, cracking a smile once Hangman did and wrapping him in a warm hug.

Introductions were made with Jake using your full name, which you hit him lightly on the arm for, Bradley practically speechless, almost drooling, since you first walked towards them.

He was cute, fucking gorgeous if you were being honest, and if he was the Bradley you’d heard so much about from Jake and his mother, then the idea that just sparked in your mind would be more than just a good idea. So, you took your Setson off your head and placed it on his with a wink.

Sadly, you still had a job to do, and with the blooming bar, you needed all hands on deck, so you walked off, not without a mischievous glint in your eye or an extra sway of your hips for the brunette in the floral Hawaiian shirt who had caught your eye. You turned around for a brief second to see Bradley transfixed and Jake shaking his head at you, as you gave your best friend a wink and sauntered off.

The Dagger squad, minus Bob and Javy, looked between Jake and the hat on Bradley’s head in confusion, the former shaking his head with a smile on his face. Jake wasn’t the least bit surprised, he knew you down to a T, just as you knew him. Bob and Javy on the other hand tried and failed to suppress their laughter, especially as Bob launched into an explanation at what it meant seeing as Jake was clearly too amused and entertained to do it himself.

Bradley, well… Bradley had short circuited to say the least. He could barely register the pats on his back or squad’s laughter under the weight of the cowboy hat on his head, your hat on his head. Fuck, he was whipped and he didn’t even know you. Not yet.

The crowd had begun to filter out the later it got, and by the time you got off your shift, the bar definitely wasn’t bursting at the seams anymore but still somehow just as lively. As you contemplated grabbing yourself a beer, you felt a presence behind you, causing you to turn around to see the cute brunette wearing your hat. His palm was placed gently, face up towards you as he asked you for a dance, not forgetting to add a ‘sweetheart’ at the end.

Bradley can dance, he knows that, the whole squad knows that, anyone who knows him knows that. But the way your body feels next to his has him forgetting the steps he learned just moments ago. Or at least, that was until you leaned up at starting singing along to the lyrics in his ear, gently guiding him along, something that he’d expected to cause him to stumble even more but surprisingly got him to relax. Bradley Bradshaw was putty in your hands and you knew it. You however, didn’t know that you’d be melting in his, not until he began singing back to you, his lips just grazing your ear. That’s when it turned into a little more than dancing, with a little less talking.

With you body pressed against his, his arms pulling you impossibly closer as you adjust your Stetson on his head, you whisper a question in his ear. Bradley placed a kiss to your collarbone and another beneath your ear before pulling away and grabbing your hand, leading you to the exit.

The squad burst into cheers as you both approached the door, the pair of you hazarding a glance back at the group and a wink towards Jake who raised his glass in acknowledgment with a smile on his face. He knew you were perfect for each other, not that he’d ever admit that, but he knew. For now, he refused to acknowledge what would happen when you both left the bar, nose crinkling at the reminder of the rule.

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missathlete31 · 6 months

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Random Jake Hangman Seresin thought of the day…..

Jake surprised the team when he brings his teenage daughter Olivia to Pennys beach BBQ.

He had her when he was in high school. He and her mother didn’t work out but he’s always stepped up as a father.

Javy is, of course, the only one who knows, although if the team looked closer they would realize her photo is Jake’s Lock Screen and Background, and that he always leaves team activities at 6 to call her each day.

The team is shocked, none more than Phoenix Maverick and Rooster, but by the end of the BBQ, Nat and Liv are thick as thieves and Bradley and Pete have even more respect for the man that saved their lives

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weewoobrainrot · 2 years

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still not over the fact hangman was originally gonna be iceman's son.

can you imagine???? bc iceman and maverick obviously didn't lose touch. and mav was like a dad to bradley so whenever he met up with ice he would've played with jake. they would've grown up together. they would've been best friends. they would've talked about wanting to be naval aviators like their fathers together. jake would've been there for bradley when he found out his mom was sick. jake would've been there when bradley opened the rejection letter from the navy when mav pulled his papers. jake would've been there when bradley found out it was mav. bradley would've been there when jake applied himself. bradley would've been there when jake got accepted. bradley would've had to say goodbye to jake while he went off to live the life bradley should've started a few years earlier, torn between being happy for him and being jealous.

jake made the first call, asking bradley if he wanted to meet up for a coffee. bradley couldn't wait to catch up. they did this regularly, every friday, until they didn't.

bradley wanted to congratulate jake when he graduated, but they'd lost touch. jake wanted to invite bradley to his graduation, but they'd lost touch. bradley wouldn't see him graduate. bradley wanted to comfort jake when he found out ice was sick, but they hadn't talked in almost ten years. jake wanted to be there for bradley on the 30th anniversary of goose's death, but they hadn't talked in twelve years.

bradley wanted to be civil with jake when they got picked for the special detachment, but somewhere along the way, losing touch turned to mutual annoyance. jake couldn't believe his luck when bradley walked into the bar, there's not a man on earth that makes him angrier. they have no big reason, just little things.

jake wants to tell bradley everything, but it's too late and he's gone on the mission. bradley wanted to talk to jake, but he run out of time. everything in the past suddenly seems unimportant and really, they just miss each other. bradley hated that he felt left behind by jake when he left. they'd been best friends, and when jake went away, he started acting like someone bradley didn't know. jake was so mad at bradley for shutting himself away, but never tried to pull him back out because he though bradley wanted to be alone

bradley couldn't believe it when jake saves him. jake, his jake, the jake he lost along the way. jake couldn't believe it when he see bradley, actually alive and breathing. finally they land on the plane and they make eye contact, and the look they give each others said more than words ever could

still, afterwards, when the crowds were gone, and the sun set, and jake found himself taking a walk around the boat, eventually making it outside to see bradley, they finally talked. it was pitch black outside, it was so noisy they could barely hear eachother. but they were alone. and they were talking.

bradley finally realised how hard he'd really fallen for his childhood friend. jake soon realised he was, without a doubt, in love with his childhood friend.

#look this has been in my head for AGES #i really didn't mean for this post to get this long but #here we are #best friends -> enemies (kind of) -> lovers #all the best tropes smushed into one ship #top gun #top gun maverick #hangster #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #sereshaw #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #nick goose bradshaw #carole bradshaw

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Part Four

Title: Once an Asshole, Always an Asshole

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3100+

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, drunken Nat, brief mention of explosives, a little bit of unspecific body description, brief mention of vomit, country music, probably too many italics, Hangman is a whole entire warning- I'm so sorry.

Second Chance Romance!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bob Floyd, or anything related to Top Gun Maverick within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that may contain mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

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"You just left her there?" Phoenix's words come out heated and slurred and Bob just sits there and takes it, chancing glances her way, "What the fuck is wrong with you, Bob?!"

He can't look at her, not because he is the one parking the car on the curb in front of their house, but because he knows that if he does, he won't be able to stop the flood of tears that he is keeping in.

"I feel so bad for her! I don't even know this poor girl but my heart aches. Did you really torment her for four years?!" She implores him, and he is stuck thinking her inflection was used on the wrong word. It's like she can believe he tormented her, but not for as long as he did.

He doesn't answer her, instead opting to tell her that they should go inside and get some rest. He can't tear his gaze away from the glow of the dashboard. With a mumble, something that sounds like 'unbelievable', Natasha is unbuckling her seatbelt and crawling out of the truck. Bob hopes the booze is enough to keep her from remembering the whole conversation, he can't bare to see at bewildered and crushing look on her face she gets when someone has really fucked up, and Bob has really fucked up.

After she slams the truck door, he kills the engine. The glow of the dashboard no longer illuminates his face, the light from the headlights no longer reflecting off of the ground and into the cab of the truck. Still, he white knuckles the steering wheel, emotions finally wracking through him in the comfort of the darkness.

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It wasn't long after Sunny said she was coming to visit that she and Natasha traded phone numbers. Texting to make arrangements seemed to be the easiest way to go about planning their adventure. Natasha had promised to be the one to make the commute to the hotel to pick Sunny up.

Nat didn't mind playing driver if her best friend was at the end of the almost hour trip. That was, until she got notice of a training mission she couldn't get out of, which lead her to making the big step of calling Sunny.

The line tolled, making Nat's already nervous energy vibrate through her. She bounced her leg u and down with the hopes of directing all that nervous energy elsewhere. It didn't help in the slightest.

Bob had always teased Natasha for that little habit of hers. The fact that she can fly a multi-million dollar jet, armed with enough explosives to level a small city, without getting sweaty around the collar but couldn't make a phone call without almost crawling out of her skin seemed to make Bob chuckle.

"Nash? Honey, is everything okay?" Sunny's voice rang out over the line, wavering a bit. Natasha's heart swelled at hearing her best friend's voice for the first time.

Sunny's voice was smooth, if not full of worry. The sound of it warmed Natasha from the inside out, even if her friend did sound like she was ready to crawl right through the phone. Nat being the opportunist she is, throws a joke out instead of any sort of comfort- after all, this is the first ever phone conversation they're ever going to have and there was no way she was going to waste it.

"What, I don't even get a hello?" Nat couldn't help but giggle. She plays with the pen in her hand, letting is swing between her fingers. Another nervous habit.

"Oh I'm sorry, hello. " Her voice drips with too much sarcasm, "You call me out of the blue and expect me to just be calm enough to say hello?! We've never spoken on the phone and you want me to treat it like it's a normal thing?" Sunny is laughing now, the teasing from Natasha easing her worries. With each word Sunny spoke, the pen between Natasha's fingertips slowed, her leg no longer bouncing.

"Everything is fine, Sunny. It's just that a work thing came up and I don't think I am going to be able to pick you up on Wednesday night," She tries not to sound too disappointed, though she doesn't like the plan she is going to have to propose.

"That's okay! I'll just get an Uber or something!" Sunny is quick to try and ease the tension she hears in Nat's voice. If there was something Sunny hated being, it was an inconvenience. She was already pulling the phone away from her ear to look up how long it would take to get across town in a ride share.

"You absolutely will not be doing that. I am going to send one of my teammates." The last word comes out pinched, like Natasha isn't sure she is using the right word.

"If it were up to me to send someone, ideally I'd pick Bob, but since he is my back seater, he is going to be stuck with me." Phoenix takes a deep breath, pinching her nose with her forefinger and thumb, "By the looks of it, I'm going to have to send Hangman,"

Nat grimaces a bit at the thought, knowing exactly that Hangman is the last person she wants to send to pick up her best friend. Hangman is the last person she wants to ask to do anything. Bradley would be better, he can at least be trusted around women. Everyone else is stuck on off shore duty, leaving Phoenix severely out of options.

"I can handle Hangman," Sunny retorts as a matter-of-fact. She has heard the stories, and Hangman doesn't scare her one bit. She can handle a bit of harmless flirting, and knows how to put a man in his place. Nothing was going to get in between Sunny and Natasha, especially not a guy like Hangman.

"I know you can, I just hate that you are going to have to deal with him alone for that long. I've told you the stories and unfortunately he still thinks he's God's gift to women. Plus, I hate that he is going to get to meet you before I do!" Nat slumps down in her chair, a hand running through her well gelled hair.

"I know, I hate it too. You know what else I hate?" Sunny giggles.

"What's that?" Natasha fights a smile.

"That you gave all of these people cool nicknames like Hangman and Rooster and Coyote but you named your freaking back seater, the one who helps keep you safe, Bob!" They are both laughing now, full, hearty laughs.

Rooster's voice breaks through the laughing, his head coming into view from the around the door frame, catching Natasha's attention. He waves at her, then motions to the watch on his wrist before disappearing out of sight. With a huff, she speaks, pulling herself together as she goes, "I love you, stupid. I've gotta go, duty calls!"

"I love you too, go kick some ass!" The line goes dead, both women smiling wide, knowing their first in person meeting is quickly upon them.

"Hey, really quick, before you hang up!" Natasha rushes the words out, "It's good to hear your voice, Sunny,"

"It's good to hear yours too, Nash, really good,"

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When Wednesday finally rolls around, Sunny is standing outside of the hotel, the late afternoon sun beating down on her face. Her duffle bag is thrown on the ground next to her, one boot on top of the bag, the other firmly planted on the pavement. She leans against a pillar, one hand coming up to shade her eyes. Hangman is supposed to be pulling up any minute- at least, that's what his text said. She checks her watch; 17:15. The bastard is already fifteen minutes late.

Sunny is dressed the agreed upon attire, the red sundress she had packed. The color would be easy to spot and the women didn't have the upmost confidence in Hangman.

A truck comes barreling around the corner, loud and unapologetic. Sunny can't help but laugh a bit, the sun glimmering off of the dark gray paintjob. The truck pulls up to the curb in front of her, the window rolling down as the truck rolls to a stop.

"Darlin' please tell me you are the one Natasha sent me to pick up. Hell, even if you aren't, please climb up and put me outta my misery," The blond man behind the wheel smirks, his emerald eyes bright with mischief. His words are dripping with a southern drawl, no shame behind his smile.

His eyes trail over her body, up from her boots, over the exposed skin of her legs, passed where her long skirt exposes her legs through the slit in the fabric, then up to the bodice of her dress. His gaze lingers at her chest, not only on her cleavage but on the small sliver chain she wears, before coming up to meet her face. Her hair is styled back and out of the way, her face on full display. The lipstick she wears compliments the dress perfectly, and Jake is having a hard time pulling his eyes away from her lacquered lips.

"Hangman, I presume?" Sunny crosses her arms over her chest, a smirk of her own plastered to her face. The tan uniform he wears and the smirk, the one that Natasha had warned her about, present on his face give him away.

"Baby, you can call me whatever you want as long as you say it like that," His Texan accent peaks through at the end of the sentence, drawl curling over the words. His eyes finally meet hers for a moment before he is trailing his gaze back down.

The nicknames should bother Sunny, but she is too busy to give it a second thought, already moving to yank her duffle bag from the ground, "Okay then, Hanged Man, let's get a move on," She tosses the large bag into the bed of his truck with ease.

Her necklace catches the sun, glinting in the direct light. Hangman's eyes catch the shimmer of metal, eyes flicking from her lips, down to the chain, and back again. He half attempts to get a look at the charm but can't keep focus long enough to make out the tiny shape.

"It's Hangman," He corrects her, leaning over the bench seat to push open her door.

"It's Hanged Man now," Sunny speaks, sliding into the passenger side, "Since you just hung any chance of getting with me with the second sentence you let fall from your pretty mouth. You really should think before you speak, it might get you further,"

Sunny slams the door and secures her seatbelt, motioning Hangman to get a move on with the wave of her wrist. The whole motion is meant to be playful, the glint in her eye says as much.

"So you do think I'm pretty?" He wiggles his brows at her as he pulls away from the curb.

She grazed over the question with the roll of her eyes. She knew from Natasha's stories that Hangman could be trouble when he wanted, and likely insufferable most of the time, but she held out hope that he wasn't going to be shooting his shot at first sight. Sunny can't help but giggle at how wrong she was.

"Tell me somethin'" Sunny starts, lifting one foot to rest on the dash. She adjusts her skirt to keep from flashing him, but she definitely seeing Hangman try to sneak a peak out of the corner of his eye. He can't help but admire her boots, from the smooth, square toed leather and the embroidery that wound its way up the throat. He couldn't help but think of how much he missed seeing girls in boots. It takes everything in him to move his eyes back to the road instead of up the plush skin of her exposed leg. "Is everybody aware of the nicknames that Nash has given everyone, or am I missing something?"

"Oh, they aren't nicknames, Darlin'," He chuckles, "They are call signs. The names we use for each other while in the air. We got them in flight school, Phoenix didn't choose 'em"

"Phoenix? Is that Nash?" Sunny questions, turning a bit more to face Hangman.

"Yeah, that's Nat. Why do you call her Nash?" He fires a question right back. They merge onto the interstate with ease. Hangman is a surprisingly good driver. Sunny never doubted that he knew how to control a vehicle, especially because he flies jets for a living. Yet, she expected him to be more reckless, possibly more cocky.

"That's how she signed her name in the first email I ever got from her!" Sunny laughs a full laugh, the sound filling the cab of the truck, "She was totally drunk and I guess she must have missed a few letters,"

"I'm Jake, by the way, Jake Seresin," He holds out a hand to her, his elbow awkwardly close to his ribs. She shakes his hand, her grip firm, just like her Uncle taught her. His large hand envelopes hers, the rough skin of his calloused palms rubbing against her own.

"I'm Y/N Hannigan, but you can call me Sunny," Her real name rolls off her tongue and Jake just smiles at her. Sunny knows she should have introduced herself sooner, but doesn't apologize for the laps.

"Pretty name," He comments, keeping his eyes forward.

"Thanks," She smiles. Maybe he isn't so bad, Sunny thinks to herself, settling further into her seat. She is ready for him to ask about the nickname, or for him to make a remark about the cliché of it, but he doesn't.

The two sit in comfortable silence for a while, country radio crackling through Jake's stereo. She hums the words and he smiles, liking the company of someone else who doesn't automatically rip into him for listening to country music. The city passes them by as they get closer and closer to their exit.

Then a thought hits her, pulling her straight back into reality.

"Oh my god," Sunny mumbles.

"What's up, Darlin'? Jake asks, quirking an eyebrow at her. His hands tighten around the steering wheel, tension pulling his forearms taught. Neither of them notice. He is ready to pull the truck over, stop everything just to help her out. He half worries she might puke in his truck- grimacing at the thought of the time he had to drive a very sick Bob home after he got food poisoning.

"If these are all your callsigns, there is really some poor bastard stuck being called Bob?" Jake laughs, big and loud, a wide smile stretched across his features. He is relieved that there isn't anything actually wrong.

"Everyone got these cool names, making y'all sound larger than life, like superheroes or something, and that poor bastard is stuck with Bob! I can't believe it! Bob!" She holds a hand over her chest, palm pressed down against her skin, another bubble of giggles threatening to come out.

Jake can't help but smile to himself, the laughter evening out into a warmth in his chest. Up until that moment, he thought 'Bob' was a silly callsign, but not in an all out laughing kind of way, more in a 'poor bastard' kind of way. Now, he is laughing too.

"Oh yeah! I call him 'Baby on Board' but it's really just'a nickname. His name is Robert," Jake explains as he pulls off the highway. Traffic is getting thicker now that they've pulled off the highway, Jake's large truck sticking out amongst the sea of electric and hybrid sedans.

"That's really a shame. I'm gonna have to give him a better nickname than that. Can't leave anyone out of the fun," Sunny is dead serious, already thinking up possible names for this famous Bob she has heard so much about.

"Well, you will get to meet him in less than an hour, and I'm gunna warn you, he's a quiet one. Spooks easy, so don't go chargin' in there if you don't want him takin' off runnin'!" Jake jokes, checking the well worn watch on his wrist. Right on schedule. Not Phoenix's schedule, but on schedule none the less.

"I am so excited to meet everyone! I feel like I already know you guys, but putting faces to the stories is really going to be a treat," Sunny speaks, running a hand down her thigh. Her skirt shifts, revealing more of her upper thigh, dangerously close to slipping to reveal the skin all the way up to her hip. Hangman tries not to look, he really does, but his eyes drift back to her bare skin as they slow to a stop for a red light.

"Well, I guess I should break the news to you that half of the squad is stuck on off shore rotation for the next few weeks, not sure when they'll be back exactly. I guess Phoenix, Rooster, Bob and I will have to be enough for you for the time bein'," Jake jokes, his eyes slowly crawling up her body. A loud honk from the vehicle behind them snaps his mind back to reality. Sunny just giggles in the seat next to him at nothing in particular.

"Nash already told me, but thanks for the heads up! And don't worry, you guys are going to be great company. I just hope you guys won't be itching to send me home, if I'm bad company or something," Sunny shrugs, a tad bit of insecurity sneaking it's way into the conversation.

"If anything, Phoenix is going to do everything in her power to get you to stay," Jake begins, trying to ease the bit of tension in the air, "Plus, if the rest of your visit is anything like this ride has been, we will be sorry to see you go, I promise,"

They pull into the quiet parking lot of the Hard Deck a little while later, the sun slowly setting over the ocean behind the bar. Sunny can't fight the smile that pulls across her lips at the sight. Hangman glances at her, his eyes running slowly over her profile, well lit by the dusty sun.

Sunny watches the sunset for a moment, letting the reality of the situation sink into her. She is in California, she is going to meet her oldest friend for the very first time tonight, and she has just had a very pleasant ride with a man she had already pegged to be insufferable. Maybe Hangman is right, if the ride across the city is any sign as to how the rest of her trip is going to play out, she is in for the best trip of her life.

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