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country girl, shake it for me || jake “hangman” seresin x reader

summary: headed home to texas for the first time in years, jake decides to bring you along with him. and on your first night in austin, you get to experience a little bit of what is home to one lieutenant jake seresin.

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a/n: y’all know that pic of glen powell and miles teller? i was inspired. also, i really just want to go line dancing with jake seresin. that’s all. this got a lot more mushy than i was planning so prepare for extreme fluff.

In the first year that you had been dating Jake “Hangman” Seresin, he had never taken you home to Texas. You knew it wasn’t that he didn’t want to bring you, rather that he didn’t know how to ask. He was always someone who was slow to open up and from what he told you about his childhood, visiting family wasn’t high on his list of priorities. But you knew he had people back home he cared about. It was just that this was the first serious relationship he had been in since he joined the Navy and he wanted to do everything right.

When he sat you down and told he was going to visit some friends in Texas, you weren’t expecting the invite to extend to you. You were more than willing to wait until he was ready, God knew you had your own family issues you had to work out back home. So, as he looked at you with hopeful eyes and asked you to take the trip with him, you answered the only way you knew how.

You cupped his face in your hands and pressed a long, deep kiss to his lips. His own hands found home on your waist and his lips curved up against yours as he kissed you back.

Pulling back just enough so that you could look him in the eyes, you responded. “I’d love nothing more than to come with you.”

“Ready to become a southern girl, huh?” He gave you a few more quick kisses, pulling you closer so that you straddled his lap.

Shifting on his lap, you relished the low hum that he made when you rolled your hips against his. “Take me to the ranch, country boy.”

The next two weeks were a whirlwind, with you trying to figure out what to pack. You were always someone who overpacked, but this was especially important. You wanted to make a good impression with his friends. Which led to almost your entire closet ending up in your suitcase and Jake walking in on you trying to shove a fourth pair of shoes into your bag.

He laughed, crouching beside you and gently removed the sandals from your hands, holding them up. “We’re going for one week, you really don’t need this many options.”

“You never know!” You reached forward, swiping your shoes from him. “I need a pair for every occasion, or what if one breaks.”

“Then I’ll buy you another.” He pulled you to stand in front of him, interlacing your fingers. “Come on, I don’t want you to stress over this, I’m stressed enough for the both of us.”

He had an amused smile on his face, but you could see the worry behind his eyes. You had been so caught up in the fact that you were going with him you almost forgot about the reason for his initial hesitation. You squeezed his hands and pulled him into you, wrapping your arms around his waist in a tight hug. You felt his sigh as his body relaxed against yours and you pressed a kiss to his clothed chest.

“I can’t wait to meet your friends. And I know you’re anxious about being home for the first time in so long but I’m going to be right by your side. Always.” You spoke into his chest and felt him nod. “If it makes you feel better, I won’t bring the sandals.”

His body began shaking with laughter and you smiled to yourself. Still laughing, he pulled out of the hug and looked down at you, the haze of worry that once lingered gone.

“I’m serious! For you, it’s gone.” You gave him an innocent smile. “I’ll only bring three pairs.”

Except when you touched down in Austin, you had two pairs of shoes in your bag in addition to the pair you wore to the airport and Jake had snuck in another pair you had been agonizing over into his own suitcase.

You had slept the whole flight so you woke up rejuvenated and ready to take on his life here, hurrying through baggage claim as quick as you could and walking ahead of him through the airport.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, you don’t even know where we’re going.” Jake called from behind you.

“Then keep up!” You called back but paused your stride anyway, waiting for him to catch up.

You stood and watched as he maneuvered his way through the remaining feet that separated the two of you. It felt like everyone and their mother decided to travel today because the airport was packed, filled the sounds of wheels rolling, family members trying to find one another, and groans of disappointment as yet another connecting flight was delayed. Once you left the plane, the magic of flying disappeared and you were back in the real world.

Leaving this airport was your biggest goal right now before everyone else’s bad mood tainted your energy.

“I’m glad you’re excited, but give a man a minute to breathe, huh?” He said, teasingly.

“If you insist.” You responded.

“Seresin!” You heard a voice call out and both your heads turned to locate the origin.

Glancing over people’s heads, you could just make out a tall, dark-skinned man walking towards the two of you, a big smile on his face. He was dressed casually in a loose T-shirt and a pair of worn jeans, but he stood out in the crowded space purely by the excitement that radiated off of him. One glance at Jake told you that his expression mirrored his friend’s.

“Hey, Marco.” The two men wrapped their arms around each other when Marco got close enough, laughing as they did so.

From what Jake had told you, Marco had been his friend since kindergarten. While Jake never got in depth about his childhood, he had told you there were stretches of time in which he felt like he spent more time at Marco’s house than his own. He was the person you were most excited to meet, it was clear he had a huge impact on Jake.

You couldn’t care less that there were people now walking around the three of you from where you stopped outside of the arrivals gate, the scene in front of you was too heartwarming. You were almost inclined to pull out your phone and take a picture of the two as they hugged, but you knew Jake wouldn’t want that. And it was too late anyway, as the two were pulling back.

“Shit man, it’s been too long. It’s good to see you.” Marco squeezed Jake’s shoulder before turning his attention to you and you could swear his smile doubled in size if possible. “This your girl?”

“No, just someone I met on the plane.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a look as he gave you one that said, what did I say? Marco laughed as he watched the exchange between the two of you.

“Oh, you must be a saint to put up with this one.”

“Someone’s got to.” You nudge him softly. “It’s nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Same here.” His smile was warm and inviting and before you know it, you’re being engulfed in an embrace of your own. “Let’s get this stuff in the truck and then we’ll head to my place.”

“Thanks again for letting us stay with you, man. Really appreciate it.” Jake said, but Marco waved him off.

“My best friend comes back home after three years, where else am I gonna let you stay.” It was a statement, not a question. “My home is yours, always.”

Following him out of the airport, you interlock your fingers with Jake’s. He would never say it, but you knew just hearing that had to have made him a little emotional. Right now though, you just pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, letting him know you were there.

When you finally reached Marco’s house, the first thing you did was change out of your airport clothes. You immediately felt fresher than when you had first stepped off the plane and took advantage of the downtime to decide what you were going to wear that night.

“What do you think about these for tonight?” You asked, walking into the living room where you had asked them to wait. Jake was insistent on taking you out line dancing your first night in Austin, plus you were meeting a bunch of his friends and wanted to look good.

“Oh, you’re not going out in those.” Jake immediately said, popping a grape into his mouth.

You looked down at your heeled boots and then back up at Jake, an eyebrow raised. You thought the boots were cute and they were your favorites to wear whenever you went out. “Oh, really? And what exactly am I supposed to wear?”

He shared a knowing smile with Marco and then gave you a grin. “You’ll see.”

A quick car ride later, you and Jake were in the nearest clothing store, coupled in the back in front of rows and rows of cowgirl boots. Jake stood in front of you with a proud grin.

“If you’re gonna line dance in Texas, you’re gonna do it right.” He was already beginning to look through the pairs for one that would suit you best.

You looked over at the sales clerk who was watching this happen from behind the register. She simply gave you a smile and nodded to Jake. “He’s right.”

“Try these.” Next thing you know, a pair of boots are being thrust into your arms as you laughed.

The next half hour was filled with you trying on pair after pair of cowgirl boots, and you couldn’t lie, you felt like you were in a movie montage. Especially since with each pair you tried on, Jake took it upon himself to make sure you knew how good you looked. All you were missing was some 2000s music to go with your shopping escapade, but the soft country music playing through the store speakers would have to do for now.

Finally, you landed on a pair of light brown Tecovas, loving the way they looked on you. You looked up as Jake came to stand behind you in the mirror, a proud grin on his face. You went easily as his arms slipped around your waist, pulling your body to his.

“Now you’re a real country girl.” He whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Glad I could make you proud.” You couldn’t stop smiling. It was so nice to see Jake so in his element. It was like this with his job, of course. He was an incredible aviator and he knew it, but this…this was different. It was like being in his hometown re-energized him. The excitement that came with showing you the things that mean the most to him in just the short amount of time you’ve been here already was endearing. And you hoped you could take a little of this Jake back to San Diego with you.

“Alright, come on. You’ve got your boots, time to put them into action.” He gave your waist a quick squeeze before picking up the shoes you had worn into the store. “You can wear them out.”

Before you could even open your mouth, Jake was handing his credit card over to the cashier while you were grabbing your purse. It was a never-ending battle with the two of you on who pays for anything. You eventually got used to his classic Southern gentleman routine, but on things that were expensive you still liked to put up a good fight.

And after seeing the price of the Tecovas it seemed that Jake didn’t even want to give you that chance. The bright smile on his face as you approached told you that he already knew what you were going to say.

“It’s a gift. You can’t buy your own gifts.” He reasoned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Watch me Venmo you for half.” You muttered.

“I’ve already blocked you on Venmo after the last time you tried to do that.” Thanking the cashier, he steered you out of the shop and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips.

“You’re such an ass.” Nevertheless, you leaned up on your tip toes to give him a kiss. “Thank you.”

Brushing his hand across your cheek, Jake reciprocated the kiss, connecting your lips two, three more times after you pull away. “Anything for my girl. C’mon.”

When you got back to Marco’s house, he applauded your new purchase. He also took a moment to introduce his wife, Kiera, who had just come home and you took some time to get to know her as you let Jake and Marco properly catch up.

“Coffee?” Kiera asked, holding up the pot. She had a distinct accent that told you she had lived in Texas her whole life. It was warm and rich, and you felt like you could talk to her all day and never get anxious about anything.

You shook your head in response to her question, taking a seat at the kitchen island. You watched as she poured a mug for herself and then sat on the stool next to you. She had an eager grin on her face. “I can’t tell you how great it is to finally meet you. Whenever Jake calls Marco, you are the first thing he mentions.”

You could feel your skin growing warm at the admission. “I’m just glad Jake invited me here. I know how much this place means to him.”

“Yeah.” Kiera’s eyes took on a faraway look. “When Marco and I started dating, I didn’t know too much about Jake considering he had already joined the Navy at that point and was always off somewhere. But Marco talked about him a lot, and what growing up with him was like.” She reached out and placed her hand over yours. “I’m just glad he’s found someone he can share all of this with.” She gestured to the air around her, and you knew that she realized how big of a step it was for him to bring you home as well.

“Me too.” You replied, feeling even more confident in your visit. The two of you settled into a comfortable conversation and you were suddenly so grateful that these were the kind of people Jake had back home waiting for him. Though his family wasn’t close, he had such an incredible network of support and you couldn’t be more thrilled.

“Alright, ladies!” You heard Jake’s voice boom from the living room, soon followed by both men appearing in the kitchen, standing on the opposite side of the island. “Let’s get going.”

Your eyebrows raised when you saw him. He had changed into a pair of light wash blue jeans and a white T-shirt that stretched tightly across his chest. The jean jacket he was sporting was a few shades darker than his jeans. He looked good. But what really drew your attention was the cowboy hat that sat atop his head.

Jake noticed when your eyeline stopped at his head and he gave a smug grin. “Like the hat?”

You ran your tongue behind your teeth before making eye contact with him. “You could say that.”

“Alright, let’s go get changed before you two start fucking in my kitchen.” Kiera nudged your shoulder, directing you upstairs. “We’ll be back, boys.”

You could hear their laughter all the way up the stairs.

The bar was packed, which according to Marco was usual for a Thursday night. The Thursday night crowd were the ones who were most into the line dances and you suddenly felt out of place. Even in your new boots, the blue jeans you had paired them with, and the off-the-shoulder white top, you were worried people would know you didn’t quite belong with this crowd. Especially as you watched people gather together in groups like they had known each other their whole lives.

“Have I mentioned how incredible you look tonight?” Jake murmured in your ear to be heard over the music and conversations taking place around you.

It was as if he could sense your worry, because his arm came around your waist, holding onto you securely. His thumb pressed firmly but gently into your hip, rubbing soothing circles as he bent to whisper in your ear again. “Take a deep breath, darllin’. I know it can get a little overwhelming, but you’re here with me, alright? You’re good.”

You nodded, turning to face him. You allowed his words to comfort you, and tried to match his breathing before you worked yourself up even more.

“You’re good.” He said one more time, kissing you gently.

“No fucking way.” A voice interrupted your moment, but Jake’s arm was still steady on your waist.

“I’m good.” You repeated back to him before turning to see the source of the exclamation.

“Jake fucking Seresin.” A man approaches the four of you, beer in hand and smile on his face.

“Paulson. Good to see you too.” Jake removes his hand from your waist in order to pull the other man into a quick hug.

“You’re here!” Another voice exclaims from behind Paulson and before you know it, you’re surrounded by a group of five people all clamoring to see who Jake brought back home.

You make quick introductions to everyone in the group, hoping you’ll remember everyone’s names by the end of the night. A drink is handed to you by Jake and he warns everyone to take it easy as they swarm you.

“Well, sorry. You can’t just bring a girl home and think nothing is gonna happen Seresin. There’s a protocol for this.” Paulson said, slapping him on the back as he laughed.

“Thinking of joining in on any of the dances?” One woman says, Rosie, you think her name is.

“Maybe? I mean I’ve gone a few times back home, but it was nothing like this.” You said with a nervous laugh as you watch the people in the center of the room move in complete sync to the music.

“Oh, don’t stress about it! It looks harder than it is, we can teach you a few of the most popular ones if you want!” Rosie said eagerly.

“Um…” You looked back at Jake and he gave you a half-smile, his eyes saying your choice. “Yeah, actually I would love that.”

“Perfect! Jake, I’m kidnapping your girlfriend!” Rosie grabbed your hand, leading you to a slightly vacated corner of the bar as another one from the group, Emerald, followed close behind.

For the next few minutes, Rosie and Emerald walked you through three of the bar’s most popular line dances. She was right, when it was broken down it was a lot easier to take in. They were patient with you, but you picked up the moves pretty quickly.

“See, you’ve got nothing to worry about, girl. You’re a natural!” Rosie said, after going through the last dance with you.

“I really appreciate it, thank you.” You said, gratefully.

“You fit right in, trust me. I love the boots!” She glanced down at your boots and you gave a little laugh.

“Yeah, Jake told me I would need them. And I guess he was right.” A quick glance at the dance floor told you that most people out there were wearing their own pair.

“Speaking of Jake,” Emerald started, a kind look in her eyes. “I’m so happy he brought you here. I mean, we all love him,” Rosie nodded at that. “But we also know how hard it is for him to really open up to people. Him being home and you coming with him just speaks volumes.”

You swallowed, trying not to let emotion clog your throat but you could feel the tears stinging at the back of your eyes. All these people that just wanted to see him happy was making you feel like the luckiest woman in the world. Anyone that had this many people in his corner was someone well worth loving, though you had figured that out on your own. It was just incredible to see where his heart had formed and the people that helped shape it.

“Trust me, no one was more surprised than me when he asked. And you guys are all so sweet! I’m so glad he has all of you.”

“Well, just know we’re all thankful for you. You’re an honorary Texan now, girl.” Rosie smiled wide, giving you a quick hug.

“Alright, alright, can I have my girlfriend back, please?” Jake’s smooth voice appeared in your ear, his accent coming through more clearly after having a bit of alcohol in him.

“Oh, you’re never gettin’ her back, we like her too much.” Emerald said, giving you a wink.

You looked up at him to find his gaze was already trained on you. “Seems like I’m a hit.”

“I never had a doubt.” He kissed you quickly, taking a hand in his to turn you to face him. “You ready to test those moves of yours?”

Now that you were properly looking at him, you could see that he had shed his jacket, leaving him in the shirt. Your eyes immediately went to his biceps, admiring the way the sleeves fit snugly around them. You let your eyes travel up the side of his neck to his green eyes that were simply watching you take him in. His posture was relaxed and he was glancing down at you with a loving look in his eyes. Everything about him here was so easy, so loose and ready to let go. You adored it.

“You gonna join me?” You questioned, tilting the brim of his hat up a little.

He answered your question by pulling you towards the large group of people gathered to start the next dance. You could feel Rosie and Emerald’s eyes on you as you were led out but you didn’t dare remove your eyes from your boyfriend’s. You didn’t want to miss one moment of authentic Texan Jake.

“Show me what you got.” He said, as the music started.

It took you a couple moments to catch on, but you recognized the first few steps as one of the dances the girls had taught you and picked up quickly. Soon enough, you were dancing with the crowd as if you had been doing it for years. You looked to your left as you changed directions and saw Jake watching you with a big smile, never missing a step himself.

You knew you had an identical smile on your face as you made your way through to the end of the song. When it was over, Jake pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you of the ground as he spun you around.

“Now, that was one of the most attractive things I’ve ever seen.” He said, kissing you in between each word.

“Put me down!” You squealed, laughing as he walked you both back over to the bar counter.

At your request, he placed you on a barstool next to Paulson, who flashed you two a drunk grin before carrying on his conversation. He sat beside you, shaking his head slightly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“I am so in love with you, you know that?” He said, his voice just above a whisper.

You nodded, too flushed to even respond. But the look on your face said it all.

“You have no idea what it means to see you here. With my friends, in this bar, just dancin’ in those boots.” He chuckled as you wiggled your foot a bit as you wiggled your eyebrows. “You just fit so well. Not that I didn’t think you would. It’s just—” He sighed. “Being in it is better than I could have imagined.”

You stood up, and immediately, Jake opened his legs for you to step into them. His hands rested on your hips and you ran your hands across his broad shoulders. You had to remind yourself you were in a public setting, but when he was saying things like that and giving you this look…

You settled on speaking before your body could do anything stupid. “Thank you. For letting me see this part of you.

“Every part of me is yours, sweetheart. Only makes sense you get to see ‘em all.” He murmured, and okay, you needed to do something now.

With not many options considering you were surrounded by people, you eyed the hat on his head, a lightbulb forming over your own. He didn’t break it out often while he was in California, but on the last time he did, you remember wearing it around the house when you came back home.

At the time, he only gave a light chuckle, before he hoisted you onto his lap once you got close enough to him on the couch. He had given you a dizzying kiss that left you wanting more before pulling away and saying, Sweet girl, you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.

You certainly didn’t have any complaints about that little rule.

So now, feeling emboldened you reached out and plucked the hat off his head, placing it on yours instead. Jake didn’t even try to stop you, just watched with a smoldering look in his eye. You ran your hands through his hair that had been hidden away all night as he watched.

“Now, I know I’ve told you about this.” Jake said, a teasing smile on his face as he leaned closer, tapping the hat that now sat on your head.

Your body buzzed with the excitement of the night and the proximity of the man in front of you, giving you the push to lean in as well. “Mm, you have. Why do you think I’m wearing it?”

He groaned quietly, cupping your face and bringing you in for a kiss. Opening your mouth against his, you slowed the kiss down, making It deeper and let your body rely on his to stay upright. Ignoring the whistles from his friends, you encircled his wrists, running your hands down his forearms. Your fingers lightly traced the muscle there and you smiled when you felt his breath shudder. The heat in the bar no longer compared to the heat in your body from the way he held you. You had only had one drink so far tonight, but you felt drunk on this kiss. His kiss.

Separating slowly, he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” Another kiss. “At least I’ll die a happy man.”

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Gravedigger’s Daughter (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part two

I play with Hangman’s backstory a LOT here lol fair warning. I’m not sure if he really got one in the movie or not (I don’t think he did), but I read that they asked Glen Powell to add some southern charm since he was raised in Texas, so I’ve been running with that. Anywho! Happy reading

Summary: You’re finally back in Fightertown to visit Penny and Amelia, but there also happens to be a group of aviators back at Top Gun. One of which who seems dead-set on wooing you.

Warnings: more shameless flirting, some angst if you squint really hard, and maaaayyybeee a sexy thought or two

WC: 3,498

You contemplate for hours about going back to The Hard Deck that night. But Amelia ends up spending the night at her friend’s house, so you almost have no choice. You can’t stay at home with her and watch movies, so naturally, Penny asks you to join her at the bar. And you’d look incredibly weird to say no.

No aviators are inside when you arrive, surprisingly, but you know they’ll all be along soon. But even without them, the place is packed.

“Hey,” Penny starts, pausing to breathe, “you know I’d never ask, but this was an unexpected rush--”

“Move over,” you laugh, walking around the bar. “What am I pouring?”

Penny smiles in relief and points you in the direction of some patrons she hasn’t gotten to yet.

It’s been a while since you’ve helped her here, but the role is easy enough to slip back into. People want their beer, and as long as you pour it, they’re happy campers. Bonus points if you flash a grin, engage in some small talk, and entertain some flirting from the men.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Penny says once the rush dies down somewhat.

“It’s no problem. How do you manage?” you ask genuinely, turning to someone who just approached the bar with an empty glass. “What’d you have?”

As you pour their refill, Penny answers you. “I don’t know. I really don’t.”

“Here you go,” you hand off the beer, turning back to Penny. “Well. I’m glad I came in when I did.”

“Me too,” she says. “Any idea where all the pilots are?”

“Oh, who knows,” you shrug. “Why? Looking for Mav?”

“Maybe,” she gives you a look, but then her eyes flick toward the door. “Speak of the devil.”

“And he shall appear,” you finish, turning your head to see Maverick has arrived. Along with Hangman, Rooster, Coyote, Phoenix, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy. The whole entourage.

Everyone except Hangman walks to Penny’s side of the bar. Hangman, of course, comes straight to you.

“They’ll let anybody in here, huh?” you call out.

“Ouch,” Hangman replies, sidling up to the bar, resting his elbows on the wood. “That hurts, sweetheart.”

You smile. “What do you want?”

“One for me, one for you,” he grins, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “The usual.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You trying to get your ass kicked again?”

“Maybe,” he muses. “How about you join us for a game of pool?”

“Hmm,” you think it over. “Teams or solo?”

“Whatever you want, darlin’.”

“Bad decision, Hangman,” Maverick comments from the other side of the bar.

“Oh, come on,” you retort. “I haven’t played pool in years, Mav.”

“I doubt that makes any difference,” Maverick replies, sliding onto a stool. “I’ll be keeping my ass up here.”

“Smart man,” Penny comments. “Your usual?”

“Please,” Mav says, smiling sweetly at her. It’s sickening.

“Alright, fine,” you bite, reaching down and grabbing two glasses. “We can play. But I’m supposed to be helping Pen.”

“The rush is done,” she chides. “Go have fun.”

“You heard her,” Hangman quips. ��Come have some fun.”

You give him a look before turning around to pour two beers. You wouldn’t be entirely surprised if you turned back around to find he was staring at your ass. You hate that you don’t entirely mind if he is.

You spin back around and hand him his beer, tipping yours back for a drink. “Ready?”

“Whenever you are,” he replies, making you roll your eyes.

You pass the group of aviators and call out a hello, earning greetings in return. When they see where you’re headed and who’s in tow, you hear Fanboy say, “Ohhhh, shit.”

“Lemme guess,” you start, pausing to sit your beer on the windowsill. “You’re the best of the group?”

“How’d you know?” Hangman grins, grabbing a stick.

You take more time than needed picking out your stick and chalk. Maybe it’s hustling, but you’ll call it getting comfortable. “Just figured you’re trying to level the playing field after last night.”

“Maybe,” Hangman shrugs, grabbing chalk. “Want me to rack ‘em?”

“Ha, no,” you reply. “I’ve got it.”

“Please crush him,” Payback says.

“Don’t worry, I will,” you reply, grabbing the triangle rack. “8 ball, I’m assuming?”

You fill in the pool balls, making sure the 10 is in the middle of the third row. You put one on top of the second row, looking up at Hangman. He’s watching you closely, with something in his eyes you can’t quite place.

You jerk the rack and the ball jumps into the final hole, filling the rack and nestling tightly. One of the aviators whistles loudly. That’s a trick you didn’t have to do, but you definitely wanted to.

“Fuck,” Hangman mutters under his breath.

You pull the rack up and hang it back on the wall. “Your break.”

“Thanks, sweetheart, how kind of you,” Hangman smiles, placing the cue ball where he wants it. “Stripes or solids, honey?”

“Your break, Hangman,” you repeat. “Your pick.”

He shoots the ball forward, and immediately a stripe lands in the left corner pocket. “Stripes it is.”

“Stripes are unlucky if you ask me,” you grimace, watching him shoot again.

He lands another ball. “What makes you say that?”

“I’ve only ever played solids,” you smirk.

Hangman lands another. “It’s looking pretty good to me.”

“For now.”

He shakes his head with a smile. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“Gladly,” you grin. He misses. “Ouch,” you echo him from earlier. “Sucks.”

“It’s alright,” Hangman replies, gesturing to the table. “Let’s see how you do.”

“Loser buys drinks?” you ask.

“Sounds good,” he says. “As long as you’re willing to spend some money.”

“Please,” you deadpan. “We’ll see about that.”

“Keep talkin’, honey,” Hangman smirks.

You take your shot and sink a solid pool ball. “That’s one.” You turn and sink another. “Two.” This time, you have to walk around and adjust, but you take another shot. “Three. Four. Should I go for five?”

“If you so desire,” Hangman replies through a clenched jaw. “My wallet is burning already.”

“That’s five,” you pause, looking up at him. “Six?”

He shrugs, but he’s biting back a smile, his tongue curled against his molars.

You purposefully miss the shot, deciding to back off a little. “Damn. Your turn.”

“I was just getting comfortable here,” he groans, feigning annoyance.

“Oh, so sorry,” you frown. “Miss your shot and you can get comfortable again.”

“Nice try,” he replies sweetly, bending down to shoot. “Damn. You messed up the board, huh?”

“Shut up,” you say through a laugh. You grab your beer and take a sip, watching him adjust to get a better angle. He bends over and his pants stretch against his ass. You look for just a little too long and—

“Like what you see?”

Your eyes snap to his and his cocky smile. “Nope.”

He shakes his head. “Dear Lord, woman.” He takes the shot, almost sinking a stripe, but it bounces.

“You’re not doing too good tonight,” you comment.

“You fluster me, sweetheart,” he replies, holding out his arms. “What can I say?”

Rolling your eyes, you shoot and sink your sixth. “One left.”

“Then the 8,” Hangman adds.

“Yes, I know,” you mock. You sink your seventh solid. “Shall I go for the 8?”

“Go ahead,” Hangman says. “I’ve already accepted that I’ll be buying another round.”

You take your shot and the 8 sinks right into the hole. “Looks like you’re right.”

He hangs his head in defeat. “Alright then.” He rests his pool stick against the wall. “Let’s go.”

You turn and see another wave of people entering the bar. “Actually, I probably need to see if Penny needs any help.”

“I’ll keep you company,” Hangman takes your stick and rests it next to his. “Come on.”

You give him a stern look. “Don’t make me ring the bell on you.”

“I’d never disrespect you, darlin’,” he grins.

You walk off before he can catch your smile.

Penny wasn’t going to ask for your help, but you give her no choice before you begin pouring drinks and handing off glasses to impatient customers.

Hangman stays true to his word (not that you were worried) and keeps his mouth shut at the bar. You don’t even realize that you haven’t given him a refill until many minutes have passed.

“Shit, sorry,” you grab his glass. “Totally forgot we came up here for refills.”

“It’s alright, you’re busy,” he replies. “You look good up there.”

You slide his glass across the bar, fighting back a smile, honing your scolding glare instead. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he winks, raising his glass to toast you.

Once the rush dies down again, you stay to help clean glasses. Penny is at the other end of the bar, talking to Maverick, of course. Hangman has remained on this one stool at your end, sipping his beer quietly. His friends have moved to the pool table, and you thought surely he’d join them, but he hasn’t.

“You grew up here?” he asks, though it’s posed more as a statement.

“Yep,” you reply. You evaded his small talk all night so far. It’s no wonder he’d choose this moment to weasel it in. “Moved here when I was just a year old. That’s when my dad was called to Top Gun.”

“Wow,” Hangman says slowly. “You never thought about joining the Navy?”

“Please,” you give him a look, then shake your head. “Absolutely not. It’s not for me.”

“Understandable,” he shrugs. “It’s not for everyone.”

“Is it for you?”

“It’s in my blood,” he says, not mocking, this time more matter-of-fact. “My father was in the Navy, so was his father. My mother’s father as well.”

“Wow,” you reply. “You weren’t kidding.”

“Why would I be?” he sounds defensive, understandably.

“Most guys who say the Navy is ‘in their blood,’” you use air quotes, rolling your eyes. “They’re full of shit. It’s not in their blood; it’s in their ego. There’s a difference. Those guys are absolute jackasses. My dad worked with quite a few.”

“Oh,” he nods. “You can sniff out the bullshit then.”

“From a mile away,” you add, grabbing another glass to wipe down. “You’re cocky, but you’re serious about what you do. I can tell.”

“A compliment like that from Gravedigger’s daughter?” Hangman whistles lowly. “I’ll drink to that.” He takes a long sip, then says, “Wanna join me for some darts?”

You’re mid-pouring yourself a beer and you shake your head. “You never learn, do you?”

“Nope,” he shakes his head, grinning wildly. “And I hope I never do.”

+++

When Hangman finally returns to the barracks at Top Gun, the entire team is camped out in the hallway, outside their respective doors.

“Hangman came home alone again for the second night in a row? Say it ain’t so!”

“I don’t need a song, Fanboy,” Hangman scowls. “What are you all doing out here?”

“Waiting on you,” Coyote says.

“We figured you’d have someone with you,” Payback chimes.

“Where is she?” Phoenix asks.

“At Penny’s, I guess,” Hangman replies, turning toward his door. “When did you become so concerned about who I sleep with? Usually you’re complaining that it’s too loud.” He plasters his famous shit-eating grin on his face, hoping it’ll make them let this go. But it doesn’t.

“That’s just it,” Rooster speaks up. “It’s been quiet.”

“Too quiet,” Bob adds. “It’s weird.”

“Seriously?” Hangman laughs. “Well, if you have to know, Y/N is not here and will not be here. Is that better?”

“Whatever,” Phoenix shrugs, still looking skeptical. “Something’s up with you.”

“Nothing is up with me,” Hangman replies, quickly growing defensive. “I’m getting some sleep. We’ve got another long day tomorrow.”

A chorus of “goodnight’s” follow him into his room until he shuts the door.

It’s true, he’s the Flirt of the group. Even when they were going through Top Gun together, no one said a word about it. Hangman figured this time around would be the same. He’d fly under the radar as he spent so much time with you. No one would think anything of it.

But this change in behavior is suspicious enough for his fellow pilots to catch on. Now they’re certain something is up with him, and well, they’d be right.

The only thing up with Hangman is you. Just, you. He can’t get you out of his head. Ever since you walked into The Hard Deck two days ago, he’s been off his game. Or at least, he’s felt like it.

No one has ever flustered him this way. You spar with him verbally, dodging all his charm and throwing some back at him. You’re quick on your feet, a menace at darts and pool. You understand the life he leads, on a level he didn’t comprehend until tonight. You’re everything he’s been waiting for, everything he’s wanted, and yet.

You’re unavailable. You’ve made it clear that it’ll never happen, that you won’t let it.

You didn’t say you couldn’t be friends, though, so that’s what Hangman has been trying to do, even though he has no idea what he’s doing. He doesn’t know how to be “just friends” — not with someone like you.

But if that’s what he has to do to see you more before you go back to San Diego, and he goes on this mission next week, then he’ll do it. He’ll do whatever you want him to.

+++

You spend the next evening with Amelia, which means you aren’t at The Hard Deck.

Penny texts you and tells you that Hangman is looking for you, but you don’t reply to her. Amelia asked to watch a rom-com, so that’s exactly what you do.

The two of you definitely stay up a little too late considering she has school the next morning, but you don’t care. You know Penny doesn’t mind. But at breakfast the next morning, you pour Amelia a cup of coffee that isn’t decaf.

Naturally, you find yourself at The Hard Deck for the day, helping out Penny with whatever she needs.

The aviators don’t show, but you aren’t surprised. One day of beach football is probably enough, before Maverick gets in trouble even more. You can hear the jets, though, so you know they’re doing maneuvers.

It’s incredibly soothing to hear the engines. You’ve missed it.

The way they rip through the air, rattling your brain. It never terrified you, not even when you were younger.

You can still hear them in San Diego, but it isn’t the same as being here, being this close.

It’s a stupid idea, but part of you wants to see if Maverick might let you visit Top Gun, just for a day. Just to walk around the tarmac, see the planes, feel their wings. Nothing crazy.

“Hey, weird question,” you blurt, getting Penny’s attention. She lifts her head, listening. “Would Mav let me visit Top Gun?”

“Why?” Penny starts to smile.

“Not that,” you chuckle, knowing her mind has gone right to Hangman. “I just miss the planes, I don’t know. I didn’t want to ask him if it’s not allowed. Things have changed since I was a kid.”

Penny smiles sympathetically now, understanding. “He’d love to have you.”

“Maybe once they’re done with whatever they’re here for,” you suggest. “I don’t want to be in the way.”

Penny shrugs. “It’s worth asking. You never know.”

So, you do.

Maverick shows up first, unsurprisingly. He says the rest of the crew are on their way, which you don’t doubt, but you’re glad for a moment alone with him, with no one listening in.

“Quick question,” you start, and Mav raises his eyebrows. “Feel free to say no, by the way,” you add.

“Now you’ve got me worried,” he chuckles. “Spit it out.”

“I don’t know what you’re doing at Top Gun or why, and I know I’m not allowed to know — I’m not asking. I just was wondering if it was possible to visit. Just for an hour, maybe.” He doesn’t say anything, so you continue. “I miss the jets, Mav. I miss them like hell. It’s been so long, and hearing them today,” you pause, shrugging. “It’s stupid, but I feel like I need to hug one.”

Finally, Maverick grins. “Why didn’t you ask sooner?”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he replies. “I’ll make a call right now, see if we can’t get you over there tomorrow once we’re done training. I don’t see why it would be an issue.”

“Don’t get yourself in trouble,” you warn.

“Oh yeah,” Maverick laughs. “They’ll love to have you.”

You punch his shoulder and walk off, back to the bar with Penny. True to his word, Maverick steps outside with his phone pressed to his ear.

“Where’s he going?” Penny asks, nodding toward Mav.

“Making some calls,” you explain. “Looks like I might be going to Top Gun tomorrow.”

“Atta girl,” Penny smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Ah, your favorite has arrived.”

“My fav—? Hangman,” you deadpan, looking up to see he’s making a beeline for you.

“Hey honey,” he says, leaning on the bar top with that stupid grin of his. “Where were you yesterday?”

“Watching a rom-com and stuffing my face with ice cream.”

Hangman looks genuinely hurt. “And you didn’t invite me?”

“I was with my niece, idiot,” you laugh. “You miss me or something?”

“Only every minute,” he winks. “You gonna let me buy you a drink tonight?”

“I’ll never say no to free beer.”

“My kind of woman.”

“Your kind of woman is one who breathes.”

“Your point? Are you not breathing?”

You stare at him tiredly, and he starts laughing. The sound is so sweet that you want to shove him, but you don’t. Instead, you pour two beers and walk around the bar, taking the stool next to him.

“How was your day?” you ask, surprising yourself.

“Pretty good, kicked some ass,” he grins. “Maneuvers went well.”

“I could hear you guys,” you reply. “I forgot how soothing it is.”

“To hear the jets?” he questions, eyebrows raised. “Really?”

“Oh, yeah,” you nod seriously. “It’s my favorite thing. I would fall asleep quicker with the jets than I would a lullaby when I was a kid.”

“Damn,” Hangman shakes his head, grinning wide before sipping his beer.

“I told you I grew up in this world,” you reply, just a little confused by his reaction.

“It’s hot.”

“Careful,” you warn.

“Alright, alright,” he backs off. “I won’t say it. I’ll just think it.”

You give him another tired stare, but he winks. You wonder if that’s his way of saying you’re hot again, but without words.

Maverick renters the bar with a triumphant smile, coming straight to where you and Hangman are sitting.

“Well,” Mav starts. “An old friend said he’d like to see you tomorrow.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Who?”

“Rear Admiral Solomon,” Mav says, waiting for it to dawn on you. “Or call sign—”

“Warlock? He’s a Rear Admiral now? I didn’t know he was back here,” your thoughts come out fast. You haven’t spoken to any of your dad’s buddies in years, with Warlock, it’s been even longer. Probably since you were 13.

“Hang on,” Hangman interjects, holding up his hand, his fingers just barely brushing your arm. “Are you coming to Top Gun tomorrow?”

“Maybe,” you say.

“Yes,” Maverick says instead. “She is. But not until after training.” He turns to you. “I’ll text you when to head over.”

“Okay, thanks,” you murmur.

Part of you didn’t expect them to allow it, especially given Maverick’s reputation. Apparently yours as the Gravedigger’s daughter outweighs his trouble-inclined attitude. But now that you have the go ahead, you’re suddenly nervous.

“So,” Hangman says, sounding a little too excited. “Can I give you a personal tour?”

“That’s a great idea,” Maverick says, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Fuck off,” you swat at Mav, who laughs and walks away, heading toward Penny. You look at Hangman skeptically. “You want to give me a tour?”

He puts a hand over his heart. “It would be an honor.”

“I grew up there. I don’t need a tour.”

Hangman sputters for a moment. “Well—”

“I’m teasing,” you nudge his arm. “Sure. If I can handle it, I’d love for you to walk around with me.”

“Music to my ears, sweetheart,” he replies.

“Mhm,” you raise your eyebrows. “Until you realize I know more than you.”

You expect that to start another round of bickering between the two of you, but it doesn’t. Hangman’s reply surprises you. “I already know you do.”

His admittance and blatant honesty makes you smile, and dammit, sit a little closer.

You’re already going back on your own rules, but you can’t help it. Your time is limited here. The end of your time off from work is fastly approaching. You’d rather spend it happily than be miserable, even if that means getting too friendly with a naval aviator who you know is no good for you.

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cevansbaby-dove · 2 months

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Want to go out?

Part two of this one shot that is now a mini series. Enjoy.

Dual povs ;)

italic words mean your thinking that in your mind.

Reader's pov.

I went back to LA to get right back to work and Mary my best friend calls me up.

"hey Mary" I said pouring some coffee into a cup.

"Hey Girl! Soon I might have gotten that hot guy's number...Well he gave it to me to give it to you but anyhow"

I rolled my eyes. "I said I am not dating anyone, Mary come on"

"oh I know but he said he could not stop looking at you so, it's only nice if you went out with him"

I sip on my coffee. "Hmm...No thanks" "Y/N come on! He's handsome, he's around your age and super super nice...plus he loves dogs just like you"

I sigh. "ugh fine only one time i'll call him and go out with him...ONE"

I hear Mary say. "yess about time!!" I chuckle. "have a good day love you."

"love you too talk later i'll text you his number" I sigh. 'Ok"

I hang up and then my friend sends me his number. "that was fast" I mumbled.

Glen's pov.

"Man I don't know I mean I met her once and yes she's nice and all but she said she had a bad breakup I don't want to have her rush to go out with me." I said to Chord over my phone.

"Dude she's cute come on haven't you seen her ass?"

"God Chord I'm not that kind of guy who goes out with a girl just for a fucking hook up"

"okay okay sorry man what's with you today?" I shake my head. "she's cute but like I said shes had a tough breakup...I don't want to-"

"Rush it I know I know damn man you love saying the same thing over and over uh?" I laughed. "Sorry"

"Look maybe she's THE ONE but only you guys know that I mean after Gigi I think it'd be good to get back out there and show girls how awesome you are"

I smile. "okay okay i'll give her a call but I won't hold my breath"

"you can't knock it till you try it" I shake my head looking at my dog who is at me feet sleeping. "Alright man talk later then"

"bye man let me know how it's going with her" I hear him say. "okay ok" I hang up and laugh. "it'll go badly that's what."

Reader's pov.

y/n:Hello My friend wanted me to reach out to you about possible going out for coffee, if not i'm ok with that too i'm sure your busy and all and i'm now ranting great anyway have a good day.

i send Glen a text then see he saw it. "Oh shit he's fast!" I set my phone down to get some cleaning done being out of town for a few days makes it's tough to keep this home clean.

I hear my phone buzz and I look at it and see Glen sent me a text.

Glen:Hi y/n i'd love to hang out with you and no your not ranting I don't mind long messages. Um..are you in LA? I am here at my home in LA we could meet up somewhere...

Y/N:I'd love too ☺i'm just past conner Blvd I know a great cafe if you want to meet there.

Glen:Yes i'd love that what time works best for you?

y/n:i'm free most of today just let me know.

Glen:How about 11? I can meet you there.

y/n: Sounds like fun see you then.

Glen:see ya.

I set my phone down and grab this outfit.

I fix my hair into a ponytail and then slip my heels on and then grab my phone. I see it's about 11 so I better head out.

i walk to my car that I have parked in fornt of my house.

I turn it on and drive to the cafe. "Oh shit" I say. "I didn't text him the address" I dial his number.

Glen's pov.

I am getting a jacket on and I see y/n calling me. "Hello?" I said as I walked out my front door. "Um hey Glen it's Y/n I forgot to give you the address sorry i'm driving so um.." She tells me the address and I nod and get into my car. "great thanks be careful the roads are packed in the city"

"Thanks Glen uh..see you soon then" I nod. "See you" I hang up and drive away from my home.

Reader's pov.

Okay y/n chill it's just Glen...hot show powell nothing new you've been on a lot of dates with men...this guy is a person..Good God what if I say something dumb!?

I walk into the coffee shop and look around the room. He's not here....good God he stood me up that motherfu- just then my eyes meet his across the room just like at the red carpet.

i flash him a smile and walk over. "hey it's good to see you again" He shakes my hand Good God his hands are soft..y/n shut up!

I smile and he says. "You look amazing y/n um..did you uh want to order then we can sit and talk?" I nod. "Sure"

We walk to the front counter and He looks at the menu and says. "Oh white chocolate mocha that sounds good" I smile. "Hmm i'll just go with a dark roast coffee" the Barista nods. "anything else?"

Glen looks at me. "anything else?" I shake my head. "that's all for me" Glen looks at the girl behind the counter. "we're good" She smiles. "Alright the total is 24.99"

shit 14 dollars for one cup of coffee? I said in my mind.

Glen pulls his card out. "Oh glen I can pay for my stuff" He says. "Nah what kind of guy would I be to let the cutie pay?" I press my lips together. "Ok"

We find our table and sit down and glen is first to say. "Your hair looks nice"

I smile. "Um..thanks? sorry no one has randomly said that to me" I laugh.

"No sorry I should say something else I uh..get nervous around girls...God i'm just fucking this whole thing up uh?"

I blink at him. "Glen come on I mean...I suck at dates..." Poor choice of words y/n!

"um..anyway how is work? I heard your busy with a movie that will be out soon.."

Glen's pov.

This girl is amazing, she's funny, cute dimples too..she's just...Amazing. "uh yes I have a few things i'm working on but those won't be for a few weeks that's why I asked if we could hang out today. "

She nods with a smile and she says. "great well I wish you the best with it. i'm still trying to find another role." "Another role? you mean no one asked you to do anything more??" She nods.

"yes but it's okay I am also a nurse too so I have that at least" She takes a sip of her coffee. "I can uh talk to my manager if you'd want me too...maybe we could be in a movie together"

"You'd....do that for me? Really?" I hear her say. I nod. "Sure things y/n you seem like a great gal"

She smiles. "thanks Glen that would mean a lot to me...But you don't have too as well" I reach over to take her hand in mine. "i'd love to help you out"

Reader's pov.

i smile as he takes my hand in his. Oh shit his soft hands...really!? Girl get a fucking grip not on his...oh God just smile y/n smile. I flash him a smile and say. "Thank you"

A/n I had no idea where to leave this so maybe it's open for part 3 if it's any good...

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jungle-angel · 2 years

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Like Father, Like Son

Summary: Joe Floyd is one cruel son of a bitch. Later Bob turns out to be his dad’s equal

Notes: Based off of an interview with out dear friend, Glen Powell about a very gross but very funny incident that occurred during flight training

Miramar, CA

September, 1992

5:30am

Joe was still sleeping deeply at this early hour, his face almost buried into Irene’s neck and his arm coiled protectively around her shoulders. The other kids would have to get up for school in an hour, leaving him to leave at the same time they did.......8am on the dot.

Irene groaned in her sleep, annoyed at the set of tiny feet kicking her all over and the movement that was becoming more frequent these days and one that she knew a little too well. “Baby?”

“What?” Joe murmured.

“Little man’s awake already.”

Joe yawned, his hand gently rubbing her shoulders before moving down to her more noticeable bump. “You be nice to your mother,” he said. “Or else I’m gonna have to come in there and fight you.”

He felt the flat of a tiny foot shoot to the palm of his hand before it disappeared and settled. “You see what he did there?” he asked her with an annoyed look on his face.

“Oh no,” Irene chuckled sarcastically. “Your little mini Muhammad Ali’s been quiet all morning.”

Joe rolled his eyes and figured it was time to get up. “Want me to get the rest of the prison inmates up?”

“Go ahead,” Irene laughed.

Joe kissed her cheek before pressing a firm one to her lips. God she was gorgeous.....even after the kids and still as happy-go-lucky as the day he and Irene had their first date at a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert all those years ago. “I love you,” he whispered.

“Love you too,” she said, smiling widely as her hand grazed his shadow-lined chin.

He kissed her once more before he shifted and kissed her bump. “I love you too little man,” he whispered. “You’d better behave for your mother while I’m gone or else you’re gonna hear about it when I get home.”

Joe went about the usual routine of catching a shower before he jumped into his flight suit and boots, grabbing the keys, helmet and backpack he took with him every day to work. Now came the hard part......getting the seven other miscreants in the house up for school.

“Let’s go! Let’s go!!” Joe ordered loudly, knocking on the bedroom doors. “Everybody up! First day of school! Let’s get going! C’mon! Reagan, Eugene and Michael, get up! Sean, you too, I don’t want any complaints.”

The four eldest stuck their heads out of their doors as Joe continued down the halls. “Liam, let’s get moving!” Joe ordered. “Chloe and Aly, you two little troublemakers better be up in five minutes and I mean five minutes!”

Each of the kids gladly complied, not wanting to incur the wrath of their father who had early mornings down to military precision. Reagan, the oldest of the Floyd wolf pack, was old enough to help get breakfast ready for the younger ones. She climbed onto her little stepstool in the kitchen, turned on the radio and helped as best she could, while Joe made sure the kids had everything in their bags.

The kids ate quicker than usual and cleaned up when they were done before rushing back to their rooms to get their new school clothes. Not too bad. The only bump in the road being Liam with his sloppily tied shoes. No matter, the kid was still learning.

Outside they went to wait for the bus to take them to the school on base. Thank God it was one of those hippie schools that let the kids play outside as much as they could. Joe and Irene loathed the thought of the kids being stuck inside all day.

As soon as they had been picked up, Joe jumped in the truck and switched on the radio, unrolling the windows so that every annoying neighbor along the way would have to listen to AC/DC’s “It’s a long way to the top” blaring from the speakers as he drove by.

“It’s gonna be a good day,” he told himself, repeating it like a mantra, over and over again.

Naval Air Station, Miramar

8:50 am

Joe strode onto the tarmac with his flight helmet in hand and aviators perched on the bridge of his nose. Today was definitely going to be eventful, seeing as Maverick and Ice were the first two to greet him.

“Looks like we’ve got some new recruits,” Joe remarked.

“New is a bit of an understatement, Rabbit,” Ice chuckled, dropping in Joe’s callsign. “These guys are as green as you can possibly get and I have a feeling we’ll have our work cut out for us.”

“Who’s on roster?”

“You, me, Mav, Slider, Wolf and Hollywood,” Ice told him.

Into the hangar they went to meet the new recruits. Ice wasn’t kidding, these kids were as green and fresh-faced as you could get. But there was one amongst the crowd that Joe had taken an instant disliking to, a kid that had an arrogant look in his dark eyes that just screamed “privileged brat straight from the Ivy League schools.”

“Now it’s important to remember that when you’re up there,” Joe explained. “Your weapons systems and everything needs to be working to a T. One little thing is off and you’re fucked up the ass and out the ears.”

“Sir, I hate to be one to interrupt,” Mr. Ivy League interjected. “But you’re telling us things that we already know.”

This kid was really starting to make Joe’s blood boil. Every two seconds it was an interjection about how his superiors were wrong and he was right. Even Maverick and Ice’s eyes were rolling. Slider and Wolfman whispered something indiscernible to each other as Joe tried to carry on, but found it a little more difficult.

I swear to God, I’m gonna get this kid and I’m gonna get him real good......Joe fumed.

********************

Out to the tarmac they went, everyone loading into their respective planes with a new recruit. Joe was a little less than pleased to find that he had been partnered with Ivy League, his skin crawling at his smug face and the way he bragged.

“Fair word of warning,” Joe told him as they climbed in. “You start feeling like you’re gonna puke, there’s bags in the backseat pocket.”

“I’ve never puked sir,” Ivy League replied. “And I’m proud of the fact that I never have.”

Joe rolled his eyes and climbed in, securing the straps on his flight helmet. He already had the kid’s weakest point figured out......and it was certainly going to get very interesting.

The planes taxied onto the runway and took off into the sky, speeding towards the training grounds where the team would begin to show the new recruits how things were done amongst the old salts.

Things had gone smoothly for the most part, no mechanical issues or any others for that matter. Yet Joe soon began to notice the pale, ashen look that was beginning to appear in Ivy League’s face, a look that he just couldn’t get out of his mind as his brilliant, germ of an idea began to grow and spread.

“You doin ok back there?” he asked.

“Doing just fine sir, everything’s under control,” Ivy League replied.

“Ok, if you say so,” Joe said. No one could see it, but an evil little grin had begun to form under his mask.

Joe watched him carefully like a cat eyeing its prey in the bushes. The kid was beginning to look greener and greener around the gills with every second that passed. Alright kid.......he thought......time for your ego check......

“Alright,” Joe announced. “We’re gonna practice with some light barrel rolls just to get you used to the sensation.”

“Ok,” Ivy League replied, his voice a little weary. “Ok, gimme one second.”

Joe heard him reaching for the bag and the kid retching his brains out a second later. Now was his chance.

In the blink of an eye, Joe turned the plane into a double barrel roll which startled Ivy League nearly shitless, the newbie screaming and puking as the contents of the bag and his stomach all came back up, hitting both his face and the glass canopy of the plane.

The grin that crawled across Joe’s face was uncontrollable as he quietly laughed his ass off. God the stench was horrible, but he prayed it would be the ego check of a lifetime for the kid.

“You learn your fuckin lesson kid?” he chided.

“I give! I give!” Ivy League cried out before he retched and let loose again. “Oh God!!! Agh! Eeew!!”

“Ok, I think we’ve had enough,” Joe chuckled.

He landed the plane on the tarmac, quickly opening the canopy and motioning for a medical officer to get Ivy League out of the back.

“What the fuck did you do?!” Maverick laughed.

“Gave the kid an ego check!” Joe answered.

Maverick, Ice, Wolf, Slider and Hollywood whistled and cheered a little bit. Sure they felt a bit sorry for Ivy League, but one thing was certain. Nobody messes with one of their best.

Naval Air Station, Miramar

July, 2022

Jake, Phoenix and Halo waited for the plane to land and for Bob to come back, hoping that the rest of the new recruits had done ok in training. When he finally landed, they couldn’t help but notice a rather gross looking splatter on the glass canopy of Bob’s plane.

“Yo, what the fuck?” Hangman remarked.

“Bro, that’s nasty,” Halo added.

“Did Bob just commit murder?” Phoenix chuckled.

“Hell no, somebody puked,” Halo replied.

Bob came striding back, flight helmet in hand and a huge shit-eating grin on his face. He bit his lower lip, trying so hard to stifle his laughter, but it was damn near uncontrollable.

“What did you do?” Phoenix questioned.

“Did you just like, kill your new recruit?” Halo said with a nervous laugh.

Bob snickered and shook his head.

Phoenix and Halo glanced at each other, but Hangman’s eyes widened, finally processing the sequence of events that had transpired and the resurfacing of old memories from when he had first joined Top Gun ten years previously.

“HOLY SHIT!!!!!!” he screamed. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!”

Bob busted out laughing.

“You stole a page from your dad’s dirty playbook!!!!” Jake screamed again. “YOU SNEAKY FUCKER!!!!!”

Bob couldn’t control his laughter anymore. “Guilty as charged,” he admitted, raising his hands and grinning from ear to ear.

“His dad?” Phoenix asked.

“Foul-Mouth Joe Floyd!” Jake answered. “He was my flight instructor when I first started ten years ago! He did the same thing to my dad’s prick of a cousin back in ninety-two!”

Callie and Natasha both looked at each other with their jaws hanging wide open in disbelief. Joe’s escapades were legendary around Top Gun, just as legendary as Maverick’s.

“Oh my shit!” Jake declared, wiping a tear from his eyes and pretending to kowtow before Bob. “Bob, you are the kind and we are not worthy!!”

Bob and the girls laughed before Natasha finally said something. “Bob my brother,” she said, putting her arm around his shoulders. “You are the king......but you smell so fucking bad right now.”

“Yeah I’m gonna go shower off before I go home smelling like puke,” he chuckled before making his way inside to the showers.

@nobody7102 I did it.......I fucking did it, that little blurb has been turned into this evil science experiment of a story (lol). @creativitybeware @jakexfmc I hope you guys enjoy this too, sorry for the unexpected tag and for it being so long, there was alot to sort through to get it all down.

#top gun maverick #joe floyd (bob's dad)#pete maverick mitchell #ron slider kerner #leonard wolfman wolfe #rick hollywood neven #tom iceman kazansky #natasha phoenix trace #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #callie halo bassett #dagger squad #dagger squad antics

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Grounded part 2 (Jake Seresin)

Part One | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Summary: After an injury leaves pilot reader (callsign Ariel) grounded, you have to travel cross-country with your nemesis Jake Hangman Seresin. But then a week alone can teach you a lot about a person – especially when that involves meeting their parents.

4.8k words (I swear every part of this is getting longer)

Author notes: Thank you so much for reading and for all of your lovely comments and reblogs – they are all so gratefully received! I know nothing about the US Navy so please suspend belief for anything related to that. Meanwhile personal thanks to Mr Glen Powell for giving me the perfect phone ringtone over on Spotify.

Warnings: Angst – tw for plane crash, and nosy, critical parents, awkwardness, fluff and a nice cheesy fake relationship trope.

Taglist: @gingerbreadandpaper asked to be tagged on this one - if anyone else wants to be please let me know!❤️

Grounded part 2 (Jake Seresin)

When your eyes opened it took you a moment to remember where you were, and why there was a muscular tanned arm resting across your stomach, the feel of soft breath in your hair. You squeezed your eyes closed again, stomach-churningly embarrassed at what had unfolded the night before, and wriggled gently out from under Hangman’s arm, only turning to look back at him when you were out of the bed.

You’d always known he was handsome - even if that had driven you to compete against rather than swoon over him like your old classmates did - but seeing him sleep was something different entirely. Eyes softly closed under mussed blond hair, all traces of arrogance or guardedness were gone from his face. For once you felt like you could see who he really was, when he wasn’t trying to be anyone else. The morning stubble on his jaw was a few shades darker than you had expected, but accentuated the angles of his face perfectly, and seemed to lead in a trail down towards the broad chest covered by a white tank top, and you found yourself wondering with a twist in your gut just how he looked under the shirt.

What the hell were you doing? This was Hangman - nemesis since the first time you set foot in USNA, and while last night may have meant begrudgingly removing him from the enemy list, that wasn’t good reason to think about him naked!

Shaking your head, you quietly gathered your things and made it into the bathroom to shower and dress, emerging a half hour later to find Hangman awake and propped up in bed as he watched the small TV in the corner.

When he saw you, his face moved into an awkward smile and he ran a hand through his hair. “Hey, morning. How did you sleep?”

You flushed as you nodded. “Good, thank you. You?”

“Good, yeah. Good. Thanks. I was worried - an ex used to tell me I talk in my sleep and I didn’t want to…,” he trailed off and you realised with a start that he was rambling. “Guess I should, uh, take a shower before breakfast.”

You nodded, quickly looking away and busying yourself with packing your pyjamas as he climbed out of bed and gathered up his clothes and wash bag. Twice, the two of you were in the same space at the same time, both times dancing around one another awkwardly as you tried to get to where you needed to be, and you breathed a sigh of relief when he locked the bathroom door and you were able to escape the weirdness that was unfolding.

When he emerged a while later clean shaven, damp, and smelling like spice, the two of you headed downstairs amidst an awkward silence that remained even as he helped carry your breakfast back from the hot plates set up across the room.

As you took your seat you took looked to him gratefully and decided it was now or never.

“Hey, about last night - thank you.”

He smiled gently and shook his head as he took a sip of the hot tea he’d tipped two sugars into.

“No really. Those nightmares are awful when they come and you really had my back, thank you.”

Again the smile came, his eyes barely meeting yours as he cut up eggs and bacon. “It’s no problem. We both needed to sleep and it seemed like the sensible option. And hey, we’re in this trip together, right?”

You took a mouthful of coffee, enjoying the sensation of hot, sharp caffeine hitting your system until you finally felt able to tuck into your own food. But as you sat in silent, you felt the lump in your throat.

“I burned out,” you declared quietly, continuing to move food around your plate as you spoke. “It’s why I’m here, how I got injured.”

Hangman placed the knife on the edge of his plate and, for the first time that day, watched you intently. “It was a straightforward training exercise - nothing complicated. But the engine had a fault, caught fire and I couldn’t extinguish it.” You paused for a shaky breath. “I left it til the last possible second to eject, thinking I could fix it, and once I pulled the cord I could feel the heat of the plane going down beneath me. Then my chute wouldn’t open. Maybe it was stuck, maybe I was just too scared.” You met his eyes for a second, “We train so much for this stuff but you never think it’ll actually happen, you know? Anyway, it eventually worked and lifted me back up a few feet, but it was too late. I hit the ground too hard and messed up my knee pretty bad. Plus my wrist, a few ribs, but they’re healed now.” You shrugged and stabbed a piece of toast. “You asked yesterday, what got me grounded, this is it.”

You didn’t see him nod; didn’t see the expression of concern that covered his handsome face as he watched you eat for a moment before tucking back into his own breakfast.

After a moment he smiled up at you. “At least yours is a good story. Know why I’m grounded?” When you glanced up and shook your head he continued. “Ear infection. Have you ever heard anything so pathetic?”

You smiles, and laughed softly. “At least you didn’t crash and burn - literally. Maybe you are the best there is after all.”

Hangman raised his eyebrows in mock offence, but the smile on his face told you he got the joke as he gestured to you with a fork. “When you’re back in the air, we’re dogfighting, deal?”

You sipped your coffee. “Oh it’s a deal Hangman, make it happen.”

You were still grinning at one another, eyes locked teasingly, when the opening bars of Fly Like an Eagle by Seal began to sound from his phone. He turned it over to survey the screen and then, jaw set, placed it back on the table.

“Some poor broken-hearted woman desperately seeking Hangman?” You teased, and though he smiled back at you, the expression was tight and didn’t reach his eyes.

“It’s my mom.”

You nodded and decided that response was not one you wanted to jump into, instead getting back to your breakfast as you asked him about his plans for the day.

A few minutes later the phone sounded again and while he flinched before silencing the music, he seemed determined to ignore it.

“What if it’s something important?” You asked. “To call twice before 9 am…”

Hangman sighed, and begrudgingly turned away from his breakfast to pick up his phone, staying at the table where you could hear half of the conversation.

“Hi mom, how are you? Good, great. Yeah, I’m good thanks. What? How did you-? Oh, of course. Well I’m not here alone. Yeah, yeah, Ariel, that’s right,” he shot you a smile, warm but restrained. “To be honest mom that wasn’t really the plan for today, we -. Yeah. No, you’re right.” He sighed and rolled his eyes skyward. “Fine, ok. Yup. Ok. See you then. Love you.”

He ended the call and laid his phone back on the table slowly, deliberately, keeping his eyes on it for a moment.

“Everything ok?”

“I’m afraid we have to make a change of plan.” His green eyes met yours but the sparkle in them was gone. “Simpson told my dad about the trip. Of course my mom wants to see me, she’s insisting we stay there tonight. If that’s a problem with you though…?”

You shook your head. “No of course - a home-cooked meal is fine, and if we’re passing -,” when you caught the deflated expression on his face, you paused. “Unless you don’t want to stay there?”

It took him a moment to respond. A long moment in which you really weren’t sure what the answer would be. “No. No, it’ll be fine. I haven’t been since Christmas and at least if you’re there the pressure won’t all be on me. I have to warn you though,” his eyes were wide as they looked at you. “My parents are a lot.”

He was quieter than usual. For the rest of breakfast and all the way through the day he was quiet and distracted, barely even arguing when you skipped a couple of songs on his playlist.

Finally, just before 6 pm, the BMW rolled into a wide, walled driveway and up to a sprawling white, three story house set inside lush green gardens.

“Wow,” you murmured as he killed the engine. “This is-.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I know. It’s big. Look, Ariel,” he shifted in his seat to meet your eyes. “Like I said, my parents can be a lot. I’m apologising right now, and if you need to get out at any point just let me know. And for Christ’s sake don’t tell my dad about the ear infection. Pilots don’t get sick in his world?”

You raised an eyebrow. “And do they crash?”

He shrugged. “Yours was equipment failure, he’ll think it’s a brilliant story and regale you with all of his.” Taking a deep breath, he nodded to you and then headed out of the car.

Immediately, the large black front door was thrown open, and a stylish woman with silver blonde hair and a broad familiar grin was hurrying towards you both, wrapping her arms around Hangman before he’d even made it out of the car.

“Jake! Baby, it’s so good to have you home!” She cooed, planting a noisy kiss on his cheek as she squeezed him tightly.

He laughed and acquiesced to the hug, before allowing her to pull back to arm’s length so she could inspect him. “Have you been eating enough? It doesn’t look like it. One day Jake you’re going to have to find a good woman to look after you. You know your dad…”

“Mom,” he warned, his cheeks pink as he spotted you hobbling to the back of the car. “Ariel stop. Mom, this is Ar- y/n.”

The woman followed her son to the back of the car as he loaded up with your bags and enveloped you in a hug tight enough to leave you wobbly on your crutches and a sweet fruity floral scent.

“Y/n, it’s so good to meet you. I don’t meet anywhere near enough of Jake’s friends now, and a female pilot! Bet you keep these boys in check don’t you?”

You smiled, awkwardly. “Um, I guess so. It’s good to meet you Mrs Seresin.”

She linked an arm through yours, awkward given the stick you held, and patted your hand. “Now now, call me Catherine. It’s such a treat to have Jake come home with a woman after all.”

Hangman groaned softly. “Ok mom, that’s enough.”

But Catherine only laughed. “Why don’t you come inside. I have some lemonade cooling in the kitchen while Jake puts your bags upstairs. Jake, y/n will be in the second guest bedroom, ok?”

“Yes ma’am,” he threw you an apologetic look and a shrug as you were whisked away inside.

The house was spacious and bright, with photos everywhere of a family at all stages of their lives so far; from dated wedding photos of a glamorous young woman and a handsome, stern-looking man in uniform, through to childhood photos of a small blond boy and three girls, prom portraits of all four with their assorted dates, pictures of what you assumed were Hangman’s nieces and nephews and, of course, his graduation photos from the academy. The walls were like a gallery of Seresin life, and you were desperate to pause every couple of feet along the way to look more deeply or ask more questions, but Catherine’s chatter left no room for interruption as she led you gently through into a large open-plan kitchen which backed onto a spacious garden.

“Why don’t you take a seat,” she half instructed, tapping a stool by the breakfast bar and pouring two tall glasses of lemonade. “I’ll head out into the garden and fetch my husband while you rest.”

Thanking her quickly, you shuffled into the seat and took the glass, your eyes skimming around the room as you took in every detail from the children’s paintings on the refrigerator to the framed certificates on the far wall. The house struck a perfect balance between being fancy and homely, the kind of home that subtly screamed money, and the longer you sat in the kitchen alone the more conscious you became of just how big the Seresins’ home must be for Hangman and his mother to take so long on their respective errands.

Hangman arrived back first, coming in through a door to your right with a relieved smile on his face when he realised you were alone. He walked to stand next to you and picked up the free glass of lemonade, drinking deeply before smiling. “My mom does make good lemonade,” he commented. “How are you doing? Everything OK?

“Of course, fine. She just brought me in here to sit down while she went to find your father.”

He rolled his eyes and turned to inspect a framed photograph of three children on a shelf behind him. “No doubt he’ll be playing golf again.”

“In the back yard?” You squeaked. “Your parents have a golf course in their back yard?!”

He grinned over the frame and shook his head, opening his mouth to speak only to be cut off as a loud voice came from the glass doors at the back of the room. “Well if it isn’t the prodigal son and heir!”

Hangman immediately stood taller and put down the frame, raising a hand into something between a wave and a salute.

“Sir.”

The older man glanced to you but moved his green-eyed gaze quickly back to his son. “Enough of the formalities Jake, doesn’t your old man get a hug?”

The usual confident swagger was gone as Hangman crossed the room and allowed himself to be engulfed in a back slapping bear hug. You heard the two of them share a murmured conversation but couldn’t quite catch the words, only the slight stiffening in his shoulders before Hangman turned back to you.

“Dad this is y/n y/l/n. Ariel, this is my dad Admiral Jack Seresin.”

You scrambled to your feet and raised your hand in a salute. “Admiral Seresin, sir.”

The admiral motioned with an outstretched hand. “Please y/n sit, sit. How’s your journey been?”

You looked to Hangman to respond but saw that his mother had caught him, filling his hands with plates and cutlery as she shooed him into another room to set the table. So instead you looked to the older Seresin man, and noticed with a start just how much he looked like his son; jaw the same sharp angles under a softening of age and eyes not only the same shade but just as focussed as he narrowed them to watch you. There was no ease to his smile though, his mouth seeming more comfortable in a straight line that felt all too familiar from the day before.

“So far so good thank you sir. Jake’s had to drive the whole way of course, and he’s done a great job.”

The admiral sat opposite you and nodded firmly. “Good to hear. So tell me lieutenant?” When you nodded, he continued in a voice that was all business, “lieutenant <y/l/n>, what got you the sticks?”

“Oh, it was an accident - I burned out,” you stuttered.

Walking quietly back into the room, Hangman took his seat next to you, bumping your shoulder gently as he sat. “She’s selling herself short. Ariel had an engine failure; managed to evacuate on time only for the chute to fail.”

Admiral Seresin shook his head on a loud exhale. “And still made it down safely huh? Well lieutenant, that’s some fast thinking - impressive.”

“She is impressive,” Hangman confirmed, “Only pilot to come anywhere near my records since graduation.” His green eyes met yours with a warm smile. “She’s even beaten a few of them.”

You raised an eyebrow, holding his gaze even as the older man began to tell a story about his own experiences of a crash.

“It’s like I always tell Jake, every pilot will go down at some point, but only the best can handle the fallout. A good pilot should be able to control anything and everything that comes their way.”

Hangman looked away and nodded. “And Ariel’s one of the best, sir.”

“That’s good to hear. I hope you’re using your time together to pick her brains. You’ve always been too rash Jake, and you can never learn too much from a better pilot.”

Hangman’s jaw tightened, and though the sag in his shoulders was slight, you noticed it.

“That’s always been a problem with Jake, Ariel. He flies faster than he can think. Everything goes to plan, that’s fine. But in a situation like yours, it would be a big problem.”

“Enough work talk!” Catherine declared from the cooker. Dinner is ten minutes away, if the travellers need to freshen up, now is the time.”

Nodding, Hangman got to his feet, gesturing for you to join him so the two of you could head upstairs. When you returned, Admiral Seresin was pouring drinks at the dining table, while his wife and son carried dishes through from the kitchen. You smiled despite yourself at the sight of Hangman, broad chest stretching a soft blue polo shirt, carrying floral serving platters of vegetables in such a domestic setting, and when he caught your eye, he only smiled back, setting down the plates and pulling back a chair before taking the seat to your left.

“Catherine this looks amazing, thank you so much.”

“Oh honey you’re welcome. We’re just so pleased to have Jake home, we see so little of him now he’s off and flying on top secret missions all over the world.”

“Mom, I come home as often as I can.” Jake told her, offering the potatoes and meat to you before serving himself.

“I know honey, but now your sisters are so close by.” She turned her gaze on you. “Two of Jake’s sisters are married now, and the third has just gotten engaged. You know that right honey?” She barely waited for a nod before she continued. “So we have five beautiful grandchildren so far, and hopefully more on the way very soon. But you know how it is y/n,”

“We’re still holding out for baby Seresins.” Her husband finished on a deep laugh, winking at his son as he touched his wife’s hand.

Jake’s leg was close enough to yours that you physically felt it tense, and fought the urge to reach out and touch him. “Guys I’ve told you. Work is my priority right now.”

His mother tutted and sipped her wine. “Nonsense. Your father’s career went from strength to strength when we were married, the right relationship will only ever be good for you in the navy.”

His cheeks flushed. “Mom, can we maybe talk about something else?”

“I’m just saying Jake, you’re a handsome boy. Isn’t he handsome y/n?” You opened your mouth to speak, but fortunately were cut off by the admiral.

“Maybe he’s too handsome to settle down yet. I remember the young pilots I worked with, a girl at every base. It’s a man’s prerogative to sow his wild oats for a while, right son?”

Jake let out a quiet groan, but his mother’s scandalised tone came too fast. “Is that true? Because you remember the girl Jenny was friends with, what was her name? Elaine? Dated a pilot for a while. Do you remember honey?”

Jake raised an eyebrow and nodded. “She dated a few pilots if I remember - so did Jenny.”

“But Jenny didn’t end up pregnant because of it.” She turned to you briefly with wide blue eyes. “Found out right after he flew out to Hawaii never to be heard from again.” On a shake of her head she pursed her lips towards her son. “Jake I swear, if I find out you’ve been sleeping around and-.”

“Mom, I promise I haven’t gotten anyone pregnant.” He muttered through clenched teeth as you felt his leg begin to bounce rapidly.

“Well maybe it’s time to stop sleeping around now Jake. You’re not getting any younger, and-.”

“Actually,” you cut in quietly, setting down your knife and reaching over to put a hand on his. “Jake and I have been seeing each other.”

His eyes met yours with a mixture of confusion and relief.

“That’s why he’s driving me cross country instead of flying - we thought it would be good for us.”

His parents’ eyes lit up as Jake nodded slowly, swallowing before continuing the story. “That’s right. We, uh, were going to wait until Thanksgiving to tell you, but now we’re here.” He squeezed your fingers.

“Well this is wonderful news!” Catherine declared. “Absolutely wonderful. So how did you meet?”

The story you told wasn’t strictly a lie; you spoke about having been at the academy together, constantly vying for top spot in the statistics; and then about meeting when you’d arrived into North Island after your accident. But the details around that were embellished - connecting over drinks in the Hard Deck, a first date picnic on the beach, and how your friends felt about the relationship.

The rest of the dinner passed without incident, Jake’s mother seemed calmer from the news and shone even warmer smiles in your direction for the rest of the evening. And while his dad still aimed more than a few comments in Jake’s direction, the tone was more respectful than it had been earlier in the night, and you felt no shame in pressing your leg comfortably against Jake’s when things grew tense.

When dinner was over you allowed Jake to clear the table, but were loading the dishwasher yourself when Catherine came to stand by you.

“You know, I knew the second you pulled up.” She told you, passing you the final plate and glass. “The way Jake looks at you… Well, that’s a look I’ve been waiting a long time for, and not one I’ve seen on him before.” As you stood, she placed a hand on your cheek. “Thank you for looking after my son, I think you’re good for him.”

You were shocked into silence, stumbling for something to say as the Seresin men strolled into the kitchen.

“We have an early start tomorrow, we should probably head to bed.” Jake confirmed, pulling his mother in for a hug.

Stepping back, she kissed him on the cheek, and then moved in to do the same to you. “Of course. And y/n I’m sorry but we’ll still be asking you to sleep in separate rooms, we’re strict on that in this house.”

You flushed. “Of course, no problem. And thank you so much for dinner.”

Bidding your goodnights you headed upstairs, Jake following close behind you and ever-present in case you wobbled on your crutches. When you reached the top of the stairs and went to head your separate ways, you turned to him. “I’m so sorry, I-.”

He put a finger to his lips and let out a whisper. “Just head to bed, I’ll be with you as soon as they’re settled.”

“But your mom said-.”

Jake laughed softly, “Come on sweets, you think I never snuck around this place while my parents were in bed?”

As you readied yourself for bed, you heard the settling of the house, dogs being put to bed and doors being locked before the couple headed upstairs, chatting quietly between themselves. It was about ten minutes’ later when you rose to answer the gentle tap on your door.

Jake stood on the other side in sweat shorts and a vest, his hair mussed and his green eyes dancing with amusement.

“Can I come see my girlfriend?”

You headed back to the bed and flopped backwards. “I’m sorry, was that awkward? They were just going so hard at you and I couldn’t help it, I wanted to take the pressure off. You can always tell them we broke up right?”

He lay down next to you, propping himself up on one arm as he grinned. “Probably not before morning but yeah, we can do that. You don’t need to apologise though. Like I told you, my parents are a lot.”

“Has it always been that way?” You asked, pillowing your head on one arm so you could meet his eyes.

He shrugged. “Some. Navy runs in the family so I never really had a choice. And once I hit the academy they expected a lot.”

“Did you want a choice?” You asked.

He sighed and rolled onto his back, gazing at the ceiling. “I guess I stopped thinking about it when the NFL didn’t try to draft me,” he let out a low laugh. “But yeah, maybe choice would’ve been fun.”

“What would you have done?”

He shrugged, shaking his head. “I don’t know. Hey maybe I could’ve been a model, it’d be a shame to waste this pretty face, right?”

You laughed softly. “I always knew. My mum says I started playing at flying when I was 4 and never stopped. Told her I’d go into space one day, but I’m still waiting for the call up from NASA.”

“Give it time,” he grinned. “Are your parents Navy?”

“No. Dad’s an English teacher and mom had her own bookkeeping business. They weren’t surprised when I joined the academy, but they weren’t exactly happy either.”

“Did they forgive you?” He turned back now, curling up slightly to face you.

“God yes, we don’t do grudges in my family. They knew it was what made me happy,” you laughed. “And on the day I graduated from the academy? You’ve never heard two people cheer so loud.”

“Aah, so they weren’t commenting on the knot in your tie and the shine in your shoes?!”

You frowned, but only changed the subject. “And you have three sisters?”

“That’s right. Two older, one younger.” You’d expected him to continue and found yourself filling the quiet with another question.

“And how about their kids?”

This time, his face broke into an undeniably warm smile. “Ah they’re great. How about you, brothers, sisters?”

“One of each - older sister, younger brother, I’m right in the middle.”

“Do you ever think about having a family?”

In another setting the question might have felt sudden. But it felt like the most natural thing in the world to answer. “Yeah, one day. Right now work’s important, like you say. There’s a lot to achieve first. But one day, I’d like a couple of kids. You?”

The wide smile put his perfect teeth on show again. “Of course. The Seresin name has to continue.”

You wanted to comment, to ask what it took to get under that Hangman facade even here, but couldn’t find the words, so only lay in silence for a moment.

“Your dad pushes you pretty hard, huh?”

“He just wants me to be the best.” Everything in Jake tightened, and you shifted to put a hand on his arm, the warm flesh relaxing at your touch.

“You know you do that right? Every time he’s mentioned you tense?”

He paused for a moment, eyes narrowing just slightly, but didn’t speak. And when you said his name again and reached out a hand to touch his cheek, he only moved towards you, his plump pink lips brushing ever so softly against yours before he pulled back and looked questioningly at you. When you nodded, he moved back again, a hand coming up to the back of your head as he pulled you in to deepen the kiss.

It would be a lie to say you’d never thought about kissing Jake Seresin, but it wasn’t something you’d dwelled on – well, not really - but if you had, you’d have expected it all to be fireworks and passion. But this was soft, tender. Even the fire that began in your core was a slow burn, like curling up by a gentle log fire rather than finding yourself shaken by a raging inferno. There was no gripping, or grabbing, only embraces - right and steady; and when his tongue moved against yours it wasn’t the frantic battle you might have expected, but a soft invitation to go deeper.

When you finally broke apart, heavy-eyed and breathing together, he only smiled gently and settled back, opening his arms.

You tilted your head. “Didn’t your mom say you couldn’t stay?”

He laughed, “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. This is a nightmare free zone y/n.”

And so, for the second night running, you pressed yourself into Jake Seresin’s arms and allowed yourself to be held as you fell into a dreamless sleep so quickly that you didn’t register the soft kiss on the crown of your head.

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