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sailor-aviator · 7 months

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Sailor-Aviator's Masterlist

Hi! Thanks for checking out my masterlist!

✨My blog is 18+ Only! I curse, write smut, and other dark elements that minors do not need to be dabbling in. I do my best to tag everything accordingly, but some of my darker fics include elements of non-con, violence, etc.

✨I currently write female reader-insert fics. I mainly write for Jake "Hangman" Seresin, but I write for other TGM characters as well from time to time. I have been thinking about branching out into other fandoms, but time will tell when that happens. In the meantime, take a seat and enjoy the fics!

✨I have discontinued my taglist, so if you would like to be updated on when I post, please follow my sideblog: @sailoraviator-library and turn on post notifications! I post fics, drabbles, moodboards, and polls for my followers there.

✨Requests are currently: Open! And always feel free to send in some thoughts/thots or random asks!

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A multi story series that takes place around the 1870s in the New Mexico territories of the west. Each series follows Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw, and Bob Floyd with their respective partners as they navigate the west and their lives as outlaws.

Universe Masterlist

Series

A collection of series that I've written about Jake...

One-Shots

A collection of one-shots that I've written about Jake either on my own or by request...

Collections

A collection of concepts that I've written about Jake either on my own or by request...

Drabbles

A collection of drabbles that I've written about Jake either through asks or text posts...

Series

A collection of series that I've written about Bradley...

One-Shots

A collection of one-shots that I've written about Bradley either on my own or by request...

Collections

A collection of concepts I've written about Bradley either on my own or by request...

Drabbles

A collection of drabbles that I've written about Bradley either through asks or text posts...

Series

A collection of series that I've written about Bob...

One-Shots

A collection of one-shots that I've written about Bob either on my own or by request...

Collections

A collection of concepts that I've written about Bob either on my own or by request...

Drabbles

A collection of drabbles I've written for Bob either through asks or text posts.

Series

A collection of series that I've written for Javy...

One-Shots

A collection of one-shots that I've written about Javy either on my own or by request...

Drabbles

A collection of drabbles I've written for Javy either through asks or text posts...

Two Birds

Mafia!AU featuring Jake "Hangman" Seresin and Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, MxFxM, No Hangster.

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Mythical Creatures Revolutionary War The Three Musketeers The Mafia The Gods

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seresinhangmanjake · 5 months

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Fic Rec Masterlist

As requested, here is the list of all the fics recommended for my road trip :) Thank you to everyone who sent them in!

*if I missed any, let me know*

Many of these are 18+ and please read any warnings

Jake "Hangman" Seresin:

Damn Those Dog tags - @horseshoegirl (series)

Don't Hang'em Til Noon - @sailor-aviator (series)

If You Please - @the-authoress-writes (one-shot)

This is Only Temporary - @lenafromthenordiccoven (mini-series)

The Backup - @ereardon (series; in progress)

Snowed In - @ereardon (mini-series)

Sleepy Baby - @discount-shades (series)

Contract Spouse - @discount-shades (series)

Dead or Alive - @discount-shades (series)

Fuck: The Universe - @roosterbruiser (series)

Snitches Get Stitches - @goldenseresinretriever (series)

Oh, Deer - @wkndwlff (one-shot)

She Blinded Me with Science - @wkndwlff (one-shot)

Pulled Strings - @missathlete31 (one-shot)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw:

it's a slow build, baby, until afterburn - @callsign-madusa (series)

Terms of Endearment - @ohtobeleah (series)

The Actress and The Aviator - @greenorangevioletgrass (series)

That Summer - @ereardon (series)

Golden Hour - @ereardon (series; also with Bob; in progress)

Cruel Summer - @roosterbruiser (series; with Jake)

Cardinal Rule - @mamachasesmayhem (series; in progress)

Heavy is the Head - @mamachasesmayhem (series; in progress)

Honeyverse - @mamachasesmayhem (series)

Je te Laisserai Des Mots - @jupitercomet (series)

How You Play the Game - @roosterforme (series)

The Boyfriend Experience - @notroosterbradshaw (series)

Sunday Scaries - @wkndwlff (one-shot)

Bottoms Up - @wkndwlff (one-shot)

Ao3:

Wingmen - TheDarkSeaofSecrets

My Brother's Best Friend - Lyndun407

The Mission - Lyndun407

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#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #top gun #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw

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roosterforme · 1 year

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Why Do They Call You Rooster? | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When another girl asks Rooster how he got his call sign, you make sure she knows how big he is and who he's with.

Warnings: Just a bunch of smut

Length: 1400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley picked up his whiskey on the rocks with a smile of thanks for Penny. He took a sip, letting the amber liquid burn on the way down.

"Hey, sailor," came a voice behind him, and Bradley turned around to see a younger girl wearing tiny denim shorts with her tits pushed way up. She bit her lip and examined his face, clearly liking what she saw.

"Aviator, actually," he said, smirking down at her. She licked her lips as her eyes went wide. He could practically feel her tracing his pecs and abs with her gaze.

She giggled and said, "Even better. My name's Hayley. What's your call sign, handsome?" She reached up to run a finger along the condensation that had gathered on his whiskey tumbler as she eased herself closer to him.

Jesus, some girls tried too hard.

"Rooster," he replied with a smile before he took another sip of his drink.

Then he glanced up and met your smiling eyes over by the pool table. His concentration was fully on you as he watched you set down your pool cue and finish the last of your beer. Then you casually made your way toward him, your short sundress flowing around your legs.

"Rooster? I like that," said Hayley from about two inches in front of him, and he glanced down at her.

"Thanks," he muttered, still distracted by his girlfriend and her skimpy dress.

"Why do they call you Rooster? Is it because you wake up really early?" asked Hayley, running her finger along his glass again.

"No, that's not why," you said, and Hayley spun around to look at you. "It's because he has a big, thick cock."

Bradley covered his mouth with his free hand, trying in vain to stifle his laughter. He was so in love with the amused look in your eyes, and he appreciated that you didn't get super jealous when he got attention at the bar. This was simply fun for you.

"Oh!" squealed Hayley, glancing between you and Bradley, unsure how to respond.

"Yeah, he's huge," you added, and Bradley just shook his head at your antics. "I could barely walk after the first time he fucked me."

Hayley now looked a little panicked as she glanced back toward Bradley, but he merely shrugged in a non-committal fashion.

"You look really petite. He'd probably break you in half, sweetie," you told Hayley, clicking your tongue and giving her a worried look.

Bradley grinned at you. He could hardly believe you were taking it so far this time. You must be trying to earn a good reward from him.

"You're probably better off trying to pick up a different pilot. Maybe you can find one with a call sign like Inchworm?"

Bradley snorted as Hayley slinked away from the two of you, muttering something about aviators and their weird girlfriends.

"I'm assuming you think I'm going to reward you for that amusing, little stunt?" Bradley rasped in your ear as you slipped into his arms.

You pouted up at him. "You always reward me, Rooster." He groaned as you discreetly ran your fingers down the fly of his jeans.

Bradley set his glass down on the bar and signaled for Penny. "Don't close the tab yet, Pen. We'll be back."

You moaned in anticipation as Penny gave Bradley a thumbs up.

"Where are we going?" you asked as Bradley took your hand in his and kissed your fingers.

"You earned a reward, so I'm going to fuck you hard in the Bronco. Make it so you can't walk, baby. I heard you like that kind of thing."

Bradley laughed as you almost ripped his arm out of the socket, pulling him quickly to the exit.

"Easy, baby. We got all night," he told you as he pulled you to a stop in the middle of some parked cars. You whined a bit at the delay, but then Bradley reached up under the bottom of your dress and yanked your underwear down.

"Bradley!" you gasped as the lacy fabric slid down to your ankles, and he helped you step out of them. He picked them up, wrapped them around his hand and continued walking.

He turned back and asked, "You coming?"

You ran to keep up with him, trying to keep your dress from flying up as you did so. Bradley was all smiles as he slid into the passenger side of his vintage, blue Bronco and you straddled his lap, rubbing yourself all over him. He kissed your neck as you unbuckled his belt and got his jeans opened up. He shimmied the fabric down a little bit as you licked your lips.

"We gotta make this one quick, baby" he muttered when your hands wrapped gently around his hard cock and pulled him out. "There are a lot of people here tonight." Bradley noticed a couple walking to their car nearby as you positioned him below your pussy and slid down around him.

"Fuck, you're wet," he groaned as you pushed down until he bottomed out. You wiggled around a bit, fully seated and teasing him.

"Mmm, telling that girl about your big cock really got me going, Rooster."

Bradley chuckled and kissed your lips. "I love how horny you are right now. Hang on, this'll be a little rough, baby." He grabbed your hips and slammed upward into you, stretching you out and making you whine.

He kept going with hard, short, rapid thrusts. Your whines turned to little gasps each time his pelvic bone slammed into your thighs. "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" It was music to his ears.

He ran his hand along the soft skin of your arm, his big palm still wrapped up with your underwear. The slapping sounds of his body meeting yours in the moonlit night had him checking around the parking lot again. It wasn't as dark as he'd hoped, and you were getting a little loud.

"Fuck," you moaned as he reached down to tease your clit.

You felt so good to him right now, he decided he didn't care who heard you fucking.

"Tell me how big my dick is, baby," he commanded, knowing the dirty talk would push you closer to the edge.

"It's huge!" you shouted as you rode him, gripping onto his shoulders for support. "You're so big, Rooster! Fuck!"

"That's right. And now everyone in the parking lot knows too." He licked and sucked the tops of your tits, nuzzling between them with his nose as you bounced up and down his length, babbling nonsense.

"Enough babbling, baby. Tell me who gets to ride Rooster's big cock?" he rasped with a smile as he felt his balls getting tighter. He braced his feet on the floor and ground up harder into your pussy.

"Meeee," you moaned loudly as you came, and he filled your pussy with his cum. "Only me!"

Bradley kissed your lips and unwound your lace panties from his hand. "That's right, my love. Only you. Now let's get cleaned up and go get another round of drinks."

You tipped your head back, trying to catch your breath as Bradley used your underwear to clean his cum off of his dick and then wipe up your dripping pussy.

He opened the door and helped you out onto the paved parking lot, your legs a little wobbly. "Knew you liked it when I make it hard for you to walk," he whispered, placing a soft kiss next to your ear.

Then he knelt down in front of you and helped you step into the cum-soaked, lace underwear.

You moaned and ran your fingers through his hair as he looked up at you. "You wear those the rest of the night, and I'll fuck you hard again when we get home, honey."

You nodded and said, "Sounds good, Rooster."

Bradley was absolutely certain you'd wear them like a good girl to get rewarded again later.

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ohtobeleah · 3 months

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Galentines Day Participant Masterlist

🫶 A convenient place to find all your favourite authors and editors special edition posts from the Galentines Day Special.

🫶 All credit and respect to everyone who ends up on this Masterlist over the next few days.

🫶 Warnings are at the discretion of the authors and editors. 18+ Event!

🫶 Submissions are open from this point forward, however the 17th & 18th are primarily your target dates for the sleepover weekend!

-> Dandelion: by @callsign-phoenix

-> Wonderland: by @sparklehippie17

-> ‘Is It Too Soon To Do This Yet?’: @purelyfiction

-> Can’t Help Falling In Love: by @seresinsbrat

-> Kiss Me: by @muddwheelz123

-> Lovers: by @sorchathered

-> Today and Everyday: by @sailor-aviator

-> Always Be My Baby: by @ryebecca

-> Here I Am: by @jungle-angel

-> Take It Right There: by @mynameismckenziemae

-> Love Me Like You Do: by @senawashere

-> You’re Still The One: by @senawashere

-> Just The Way You Are: by @mamachasesmayhem

-> You Don’t Have To Be A Star: @sunlightmurdock

-> Love On The Brain: by @moonlight-prose

-> Somebody To Love: @rockstxr-x

-> All Of Me: by @fanboyswhore9

-> Stars In A Line: by @purelyfiction

-> Bad Romance: by @briseisgone

-> Holding Me Tight: by @shinycupcakebaker

-> Adore You: by @seitmai

-> You Shouldn’t Kiss Me Like This: @a-reader-and-a-writer

-> Lavender Haze: by @becks-things

#leahs galentines day special #top gun fandom #top gun fanfiction #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick #top gun 1986

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honkytonk-hangman · 1 year

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Devil In Disguise – Drabble

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x JAG Lawyer!Reader

Summary: in which Jake finds out the female officer he's been eye fucking for half an hour is actually JAG.

Notes: nothing except some language really.

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The aviator across the room has been staring at you for over thirty minutes now. Normally you don’t notice that kind of thing, you usually got stares when you were working, but this was different.

No, for the past thirty minutes you were practically being eye fucked.

That was a little less normal, especially while you were at work. Well, technically you weren’t working right now, you’d wrapped up your most recent case last night, but your transport off the carrier wasn’t due until a little later this morning. For now, you were sitting in the officer’s mess, and enjoying what was a surprisingly decent coffee.

When you stand to go get a refill, you see the aviator push out of his seat and begin moving toward you, clearly planning an intercept. You sigh to yourself, amused, but ultimately already a little put out by what you know is about to happen.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” his southern twang surprises you, but you won’t let him have it easy just because of that.

“There’s five thousand, two hundred and two people on this carrier, I doubt you’ve met all of them,” you snort, selecting your coffee of choice on the machine and finally turning to face the man standing at a lean next to you. He’s looking at you like he’s God’s gift to women, and honestly, he has every right to; tall, blonde, startling green eyes that regard you as if he were already fond, despite not knowing you at all.

“Five thousand, two hundred.” he corrects you, raising an eyebrow. You almost hate to burst his bubble, but you can’t resist.

“Five thousand, two hundred and two,” you repeat again, before pointing to the small mark of insignia on your uniform, marking you out as not a normal member of the crew. “Lieutenant Prower, J.A.G.” You inform him and watch as his features go briefly blank, before scrunching up into what looks like all seven stages of grief at once.

He straightens, all flirtation expelled from his posture now, and he cusses. You purse your lips, but smile, and collect your now finished coffee.

“Yeah, that was about the reaction I expected.” You tell him, before cocking your head, and giving him a sympathetic smile. “Well, it was nice to meet you, Lieutenant Seresin.”

And with that, you walk away, leaving him and his regret at the coffee machine.

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Jake scowls. By rights, he should dislike you. He’s certainly disliked every other JAG lawyer he’s ever met, he doesn’t see why that should change now. It shouldn’t change now, he tells himself. But then again, he’s never met the same JAG lawyer twice, so already you weren’t like any of the others, but he already knew that just from looking at you.

Before he can stop himself, he realises he’s pushed away from the pool table and his feet are already carrying him over towards you. Just like on the carrier, you’ve been aware of his staring for some time, and just like on the carrier, Jake sidles up alongside you and leans against the bar. Unlike on the carrier, he doesn’t try to use some stupid line on you this time. He can’t bring himself to, despite the utter hold you apparently have over him.

“Shouldn’t you be off torturing some sailors?” he asks, choosing snark instead.

“Only on my days off,” you reply without missing a beat, this time being the first to turn to look at him. Jake softens just a little, against everything in him telling him not to, but he can’t help it. He returns your gaze and looks you over.

You’re still in your dress whites, though he figures you must wear them a lot more than he does, being JAG and all, but he’s not sure he’s ever seen someone fill it out as well as you do.

“Well, if you love your job you never work a day in your life, right?” he smirks at you, and preens when you laugh sweetly, genuinely.

Jake turns to the bartender who approaches, and orders the both of you another drink.

“I almost didn’t recognise you,” he states, not bothering to expand on what he means.

“Well, my devil horns and pitchfork aren’t exactly regulation, so most don’t see me coming.” you say flippantly, and it only works to soften Jake even further. He leans down on his forearms and fixes you with a gentler smile this time, his brows creasing just slightly.

“You aren’t used to people knowing you're JAG and flirting anyway, are you?” he questions, pleased to see he’s thrown you and your snappy comebacks off kilter.

Your shoulders seem to relax, and you thank him quietly as the bartender returns and Jake passes you the drink he’d bought for you. Your gaze has dropped now, and you meekly shrug, refusing to meet his eye.

“Not really.” you admit, and Jake feels the last hardened parts of him crumble, full determined to make you smile again.

“Most people think JAG is the devil incarnate,” he says, though he knows it’s not new information to you whatsoever. He leans into your space further, making you finally look up at him again, and he locks eyes with you.

“Luckily, I’ve got a thing for bad girls.”

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its-the-pilot · 5 months

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If December Never Ends | One-Shot

An early Christmas gift for y'all! Here's my entry for "Midnight Mass" in @sailor-aviator's Christmas Writing Challenge! Kinda fell in love with these two, so let me know if you want to see more of them!

Summary: Bradley joins you and your family for midnight Mass.

Warnings: religious inaccuracies

Length: 2.3k words

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Christmas with your family was always a big event. Everyone came from all over to your parents’ house in Norfolk and spent the holiday together. Nearly forty-eight hours of uninterrupted family time. There was little sleep involved as there were people playing music and games all night long, so if you could find a quiet place to take a nap, you were lucky.

That’s why you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face when you saw your boyfriend of eleven months, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, dozing in one of the plush chairs in your father’s study. Your three year old niece was tucked into his side while she drew in the princess coloring book you had gotten her, his arm wrapped protectively around her and a purple crayon dangling from his fingers. Pulling out your phone, you snapped a quick picture, the sight melting your heart.

You knew the day had to have been overwhelming for Bradley. Hell, it was your family and it was overwhelming for you. Your two older brothers, their wives and children, your aunts and uncles from both sides and some of your cousins… twenty people, even in a house as large as your parents’, was nothing short of chaotic. You were shocked he even agreed to come, since he was used to spending the holidays alone on base.

Stepping into the room, the click of your heels on the wooden floor drew the attention of your niece Lyla, despite your attempts to be as quiet as possible. She waved with a smile, then put her chubby finger to her lips, a signal for you to be quiet. “Unka Roo sleepin’,” she whispered, before going back to coloring.

“I see that,” you whispered back, pressing a kiss to her unruly curls. “You like cuddling with your Uncle Roo?”

The little girl nodded, her tongue poking out of her mouth a bit as she focused on coloring. “He a warm blankie.”

She shifted, snuggling closer to him, and the slight movement was enough to rouse him, his muscled arm tightening around her as though she was going to fall. “You okay, doll?” He asked, his voice thick with sleep and his eyes barely open.

You chose to remain silent, watching the heartwarming interaction. Seeing him with your niece lit a fire in your belly unlike anything you had ever felt, the thought of him with children of his own and what that would be like was impossible to ignore.

“Mmhm!” Lyla nodded, holding up her picture for him to see. “All done!”

Bradley ran his free hand over his face and forced his eyes open further, looking at the presented coloring page. “Wow, it's beautiful,” he grinned, kissing her hair before looking up, finally noticing that you were in the room. “Hey, Tink.”

“Hey yourself, handsome. Have a good nap?” You asked, watching as he helped Lyla out of the chair when she started trying to get up, saying something about going to show her parents the picture she colored.

Once she was out of the room, Bradley stretched his arms above his head, hoping to rid himself of the last vestiges of sleep. “Must have,” he said, sitting back and patting his knee for you to come join him. “How long was I out?”

You moved closer and sat on his lap, careful not to wrinkle his dark gray slacks too much. His matching jacket had been discarded on a chair across the room earlier in the night, leaving him wearing a white dress shirt that had the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up, showcasing his well muscled forearms. His arm wrapped around your waist effortlessly, his thumb brushing over the skin exposed by the open back of your green party dress.

“An hour, at least,” you replied, moving your hand to the back of his neck, your nails running through the short hair there. You had been helping your mother and sister in laws clean up after dinner, so you didn't know for sure.

Bradley nodded, leaning forward just enough to kiss your shoulder. “Lyla was getting a little cranky, I think there was too much going on with all the kids running around after dinner, so I brought her in here to relax. I hope that's okay.”

“More than okay,” you reassured him. “I'm sure Tim was thrilled for the break, Uncle Roo.”

His cheeks turned pink at the term of endearment. “I think she's used to calling everyone ‘uncle’,” he explained. It made sense, aside from her father and grandfather, every other adult man in her life was an uncle. “And she was having a hard time with Bradley, so I figured she could call me Rooster.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him tenderly before pulling back to meet his hazel eyes. “So long as you're okay with it. I don't want you to feel pressured.”

“I like it, actually. I've always wanted to be an uncle. Hard with no siblings though,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of sadness.

Your left hand lifted to rest on his jaw, stroking over his stubble with your thumb. “My brothers might give you shit, but they love you, and you know my parents adore you. Lyla clearly prefers you to anyone else, and the other kids love when you roughhouse with them. I'd say you're pretty welcome in this family, Bradley.”

He nodded, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. You’d always had a large family, so you couldn't imagine what it was like for him to be an orphan. He had told you the story before, his father died when he was a toddler, and his mother passed from cancer as a teen. He went to live with Maverick, his godfather, who betrayed his trust and prevented him from going to the Naval Academy. They hadn't spoken in years, leaving him with nothing but the Navy.

Until he met you.

To hear him tell it, your blind date set up on New Year’s Eve the previous year was a miracle in and of itself. You remembered it more based on the hangover you had the next day, so you took his word for it.

Since then, though, despite a deployment and a couple missions, you were happy together. Nothing was perfect, of course, but you never expected it to be.

You studied him carefully for a moment, and when he didn't reply, you rested your head against his shoulder, letting your hand slip from his jaw to rest against his chest, his heartbeat strong under your fingertips. “Bradley, I--”

The sound of your father’s booming voice interrupted you as he called for everyone to get ready for Mass. You knew Bradley wasn't religious, and you had told him he didn't have to participate, but it was a family tradition of yours to go to midnight Mass at the local church every Christmas.

“You should come with us, you might enjoy yourself,” you whispered, lifting your head from his shoulder to kiss him gently.

“I don't know anything about religion,” he pointed out, his arms holding you close as you perched on his lap.

Shaking your head, you smiled and continued to run your fingers through the short hairs at the back of his neck, soothing him. “That's the beauty of it, you don't have to.”

With a pat to his chest, you stood, holding your hand out to him. His eyes locked with yours for a moment, unsure, before he finally accepted your hand and stood himself. You took the liberty of buttoning his open button while he unrolled his sleeves, helping him into his suit jacket after he had done so.

“You do clean up nicely, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” you grinned, kissing him once more.

“So do you, Tinkerbell,” he said, twirling you in a circle, making your skirt flare around your legs. He caught you in his arms before dipping you backward, drawing a giggle from you. “Should we go?”

You nodded as he stood you back on your own two feet, leading him out to the front hall where there was a bustle of energy as everyone put their coats on to brave the cold. Bradley helped you into your parka, making sure it was buttoned up before slipping his own heavy coat on.

Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he pressed a kiss to your temple and smiled. “Ready to go?” he asked, motioning toward the door with a tip of his head.

“I am.” You snuggled into his side and allowed him to lead you out to his Bronco that you had driven from Virginia Beach. Once you were both inside, he started the engine and followed the caravan of vehicles leaving your house for the church.

Sacred Heart was the church you had attended with your family for as long as you could remember. You and your brothers had been confirmed there, and while none of you were particularly religious anymore, you still attended midnight Mass with your devout parents every year for Christmas.

You usually sat in the back, since you were such a large group, and with small children it was easier to duck out if they got too loud and interrupted the service. This year was no different, with you and Bradley taking a seat in the last row with your brothers and their families.

Almost as if on cue, as soon as the service started, Lyla started making a fuss. She hadn’t napped earlier in the day like your brother Tim had hoped she would, and now that it was midnight, she was beyond tired. Her older brother Brenden tried to calm her down, but it only caused her to get louder, trying to squirm out of her mother’s arms. Her efforts doubled when she saw you and Bradley sitting at the end of the pew, reaching out for him.

“Unka Roo! Unka Rooooo!” she cried, tears falling down her pink cheeks as she got more frustrated.

Bradley peeked around you to see Lyla distressed and frowned. Without hesitation, he stood and moved around the back of the pew, crouching down behind Tim and his wife, Sarah. “I can take her, maybe she’ll stop?” he whispered, smiling when he saw the three year old already calming some since he came over.

They shared a look between each other and then looked back to Bradley. “Baby whisperer, huh?” Tim smirked, watching as his wife handed their daughter over to the aviator. “Good luck.”

Lyla quieted almost instantly once she was in Bradley’s arms, resting her head against his shoulder. You turned in your seat to smile at him, feeling like your heart was going to explode in your chest as you watched him pace the rear of the church with your niece in his arms. The only thing that pulled you from your reverie was your eldest brother, Tony, nudging your shoulder.

“Oooh, you’re in trouble with that one, aren’t you?” he teased, taking the elbow to the ribs you delivered with a quiet grunt. “What? You’re looking at him like you want him to put a baby in you right here.”

“Tony!” you hissed, your cheeks warming with embarrassment.

Before you could say anything else, Bradley returned to his seat beside you, a soundly sleeping Lyla on his shoulder. “Everything okay?” he whispered, noticing the flush in your cheeks.

Tony leaned over you. “She just --”

You covered his mouth and shoved him back toward his wife before shaking your head at Bradley. “Everything’s fine, my brother is just being a pig,” you explained quietly, turning your attention back to the service when your father shot you and your brother a look over his shoulder.

The remainder of midnight Mass went without incident, and when the service was over, you waited for everyone to leave before heading outside yourself with Bradley by your side. Your family was gathered on the steps of the church, making conversation amongst themselves when Tim stepped in front of you.

“Thanks for holding her, Bradley,” he smiled, managing to lift his daughter into his own arms without waking her. “She really likes you.”

He shrugged, his hands sliding into his coat pockets. “She’s a cutie, that’s for sure. Thanks for trusting me with her.”

You snuggled against his side, smiling up at him. “Did you have a good night?”

“I had a great night,” he promised, wrapping his arm around you. “I do have one thing that would make it better though.”

There was a curious look on your face when he pulled away, just enough to drop to one knee in front of you, his hand pulling a small box out of his pocket. You gasped, covering your mouth, unable to take your eyes off Bradley despite feeling your whole family staring at you.

“I love you so much,” he swallowed hard, opening the ring box to show a simple diamond ring that had belonged to his mother. “I want you to be my Tinkerbell forever. Will you marry me?”

A tear slid down your cheek as you nodded, offering him your hand. “Yes. God, yes, Bradley!”

Your family and a few other bystanders from the church all clapped as he slid the ring on your finger and pulled you into his arms, kissing you deeply. As you parted, a light snow began to fall, dusting your cheeks with cool snowflakes.

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Look at you with the perfect timing.”

“I try,” he smirked, kissing you once again as your family headed off to their cars to go back home. “Let’s get back, we have Christmas and an engagement to celebrate.”

“It’s the best Christmas ever.”

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Girls on Film - B. Floyd

pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female!Reader warnings: SMUT, oral sex (f receiving), daddy kink, nude photos, filming. word count: 1.6k Bob Floyd Masterlist | Main Masterlist based on these requests:

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Bob knew it was a risky idea, but he couldn’t hold himself back from it. He had heard of various sailors and aviators who would be gifted videos or pictures to help keep themselves tied down while out at sea. Bob had never been the type to feel the need to get himself off while on detachment. Usually it was because he was too focused on the mission at hand and too embarrassed to spend 10 minutes of his time searching for the perfect porno to watch. But that changed when he met you.

Bob Floyd could hardly keep his hands off of you. He had never been a man obsessed with a woman before he met you, but he loved every single thing about you. From your smile, to your thighs, to the way your eyes twinkle when you see something you love. Bob’s first time being away from you was hard, not only because he missed you so much but also because he found himself waking up to him grinding his hips into the bed. The second Bob was off the carrier back in San Diego, he was whisking you off to the first private place he could find and fucked you.

But Bob was set to go out at sea again, and you were dreading it. Like Bob, you had a hard time without him at home. You missed his presence, the little things he would do like come up behind you and give you a kiss or placing small handwritten notes around the house. You also missed the way his tongue felt between your legs, or the beautiful sounds he’d make when you’d suck him off. You found yourself one too many nights getting yourself off to the thought of Robert Floyd.

Currently, Bob had you laid on the bed, kissing your neck and sucking softly on your skin. You groaned and tangled your hands in his freshly cut blonde locks.

“Bobby,” You moaned as he his hands came up and cupped your breasts, “Fuck, I’m gonna miss you.”

“I am too,” Bob said, “I’m gonna miss you so much, darlin. I hate being on the ship. I don’t get to hear your voice or see you. I wake up hard every single morning and just have to wait for it to go away.” Bob’s tongue swirled around your nipple before sucking it into your mouth.

“You don’t touch yourself?” You asked.

“No,” Bob said, kissing your other breast, “Doesn’t feel right to jack off to porn.”

��Well. . . why don’t we make our own?”

Bob was silent for a moment, before he raised his head up to look at you, “What?”

“Why don’t we film it?”

“You want to film me fucking you?” Bob sat back on his knees, looking at your naked body. You bit your lip and nodded, pushing yourself up on your elbows.

“It’ll be a gift for the both of us,” You sat up on your knees, coming face to face with Bob. He shamelessly let his blue eyes look down at your bare chest, and felt himself become even harder in his black briefs. Bob wasted no time in pushing you back down on the bed, kissing you roughly.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Bob asked as he bit your bottom lip. You giggled and nodded, “Yeah? I have?” Bob asked as he started trailing kisses down your body. Your hips bucked as you felt your cunt to start to ache with desperation.

“Yes, Bobby, all the time,” You breathed out. Bob leaned up, and grabbed your phone off the bedside table. He opened the camera app, and switched it to video.

“You think you can hold this steady while I go down on you?” Bob asked and you nodded, “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

“I’m up for the challen- OH FUCK,” Your words were cut off as Bob laid himself between your legs and licked a stripe from your hole to your clit.

Bob looked up at you with a smirk as you started recording. You tried your hardest to keep the camera steady as Bob drew circles on your clit with his tongue. Bob was skilled in the craft of eating pussy. He knew what to do to make you scream and have you grinding against his face. He could feel your thighs starting to shake, a telltale sign that you were close. He looked up at you, his blue eyes locking with yours behind the camera. You had to hold the phone with both hands, worried you were going to drop it.

“Oh fuck, Bobby, I’m close,” You moaned out.

“I can feel you baby,” Bob said, and slid a finger into your wet core, “Clenching around my fingers. Are you going to cum? You need to ask like a good girl.”

“Please, Bobby, please, please can I cum?” You begged and Bob nodded as he went back to sucking on your clit. You gripped the phone tight in one hand, as your other went to Bob’s hair, pulling him flush against your cunt as you came. Bob continued to move his fingers in and out of you, helping you ride out your high. When he sat back, his glasses were slightly askewed and his mouth was glistening with your cum.

“It’s your turn,” You said and handed him the phone, switching places with him.

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Bob was bored. Pre-detachment meetings were always boring. He sat in the hangar next to Phoenix, listening as Maverick explained what they were going to be doing while out at sea. It wasn’t anything major, just running some flight tasks and plans, things that they had been doing since they first started flying. But Bob was bored. And he could tell the other members of the dagger squad were bored also.

His eyes were straining as he tried to keep focus on the powerpoint that Maverick was presenting. Every so often Phoenix would nudge him as he was starting to doze off. Bob felt himself starting to doze again, when he felt his phone vibrate on the desk. Phoenix glared at her WSO, but he shrugged and grabbed it. He smiled, seeing as he got a message from you. He expected some cute message about puppies at the local animal shelter or a meme that you found funny. However, he didn't expect the nude photo and sultry message attached.

‘Come home and find me’

Bob locked his phone quickly and set it on the table loudly. He was shocked and didn’t know what to do as he felt the midsection of his flight suit grow tighter. Maverick looked at the WSO questionably but Bob just gave him a nod that he was okay. Bob waited just another moment before picking up his phone again, turning down his brightness and looking at the pictures you had sent.

You were wearing navy blue lace lingerie, a set that Bob had actually gifted you. The color looked good on your skin, the bra and panties accenting your assets. The garter belt and stockings were Bob’s favorite part of the ensemble. But what really got him going was the fact that you put his dress cap on your head. Bob shifted in his seat and Hangman, who was sitting behind him, furrowed his eyebrows at him.

Usually Bob wasn’t this distracted during meetings. So, Hangman, being the nosy person he was, wanted to know why Bob Floyd was so distracted. He subtly leaned forward in his seat and peered over the WSO’s shoulder, his green eyes widening at the photo on Bob’s phone.

“Sheesh, Floyd, who the hell is that?” Hangman asked, and Bob snapped his head towards him.

“Mind your business, Bagman,” Bob said, and locked his phone. When Maverick dismissed everyone for the day, Bob was quick to send you a message back.

‘Be on the bed, face down ass up. You’re in trouble.’

You knew that it took Bob approximately ten minutes to get home from the hangar. And you were shivering with excitement as you waited for him in the position that he told you to be in. You knew sending him pictures while he was at work was risky business, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had been cleaning the house when you spotted his dress cap, and were reminded of how incredibly sexy your man looked in his dress blues.

When you heard the door open and shut, you let out a giggle in excitement. Bob’s heavy boots sounded daunting as they walked down the hallway. You didn’t dare turn to look at him as he stopped in the doorway, taking in the sight of you. He could see your glistening cunt from your position, and he sucked in a breath.

“Hey, darlin,” Bob said, walking over to the bed. He kneeled on the bed, and ran a hand up your bare back, “What did you do today?”

“I cleaned the house and uh,” You shook your head, trying to focus on telling Bob about your day. But it was hard when his hand went between your thighs, running a finger over the damp spot in your panties. You knew this game well, you knew that he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted unless you told him about your day, “Went grocery shopping, caught up on laundry.”

“Uh-huh, is that all?” Bob asked and you nodded, “Really? Huh, I think you’re forgetting something. . . how about the fact you sent me naked photos while I was in a work meeting? Did you forget about that?”

“Oh,” You smiled over your shoulder at him, “I took some pictures.”

“Yeah, you did,” Bob said, and grabbed your chin, “Daddy could have gotten in trouble for that. Do you want daddy to get in trouble?” You shook your head, “Words, darlin.”

“No, daddy,” You answered.

Bob chuckled, “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

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blackwidownat2814 · 4 months

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Merry Christmas Lieutenant (J.Seresin)

Pairing: Jake Seresin x female reader

Word Count: 1440 (ish)

A/N: Written for @sailor-aviator’s Christmas Writing Challenge. My word was candy cane. To be super honest, I completely forgot I had to write this until last night and went through about 5 ideas before I landed on this today. Thanks to @buckysdollforlife for the quick beta-ing they did earlier. Part of the Jake & Dewey ‘Verse. GIF by @babyrooster

Dividers by: @saradika (Go check out her others, they're awesome!!!)

Warnings: Super fluffy and honestly? The most suggestive thing I’ve written…ever. So yeah, implied future smut I guess?

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MERRY CRISIS EVERYONE!!!

When you’d told Jake that your favorite thing about Christmas was candy canes and other peppermint flavored things, you didn’t think he’d go this hard with it.

On December 1st, you shambled into the kitchen to see Jake standing at the island with a steaming mug in his hand and a big smile on his face.

“Merry Christmas sweetheart.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips and when you pulled away, you took a sip of your coffee.

“Jake! You made me a Peppermint Mocha?!”

“Of course I did, it’s your favorite.”

“Maybe you should change your callsign to 'Starbies'.”

On December 2nd, you woke to find a big bag of the Ghirardelli Peppermint Bark Squares on your nightstand with a short note I love you so much baby. Enjoy your minty snack!

You took the bag with you to work and shared the love with your coworkers. On your lunch hour, you headed over to the Exchange to meet up with Bob for lunch and shared some with him, giving him extra to share with the other Daggers.

“Hey Bobbers? Could you give Jake something extra for me please?”

“Sure Dew, what is it?” You planted a kiss on Bob’s cheek and he turned red and smiled. “I can’t guarantee he’s going to appreciate it as much since it’s not coming from you.”

It went like that for the next week or so. Candy cane themed gifts for you every day. Knee high socks covered in candy canes, some earrings you’d seen on TikTok, all kinds of candies that were putting out their peppermint flavored things.

Two weeks before Christmas, Jake came home with news that he and the other Daggers (Mav included) were going to be gone until a few days before the holiday to several Naval Air Stations starting in New Jersey and ending back home in San Diego. You didn’t know all the facts, because all Jake could tell you was that it had to do with the Uranium Mission (since you were Mickey’s only family and Jake’s partner, Mav had said that all you could really know was that it was dangerous and that the squad called it the Uranium Mission).

Jake promised his gifts would keep going in his absence, even when you told him they didn’t need to.

The first day he was gone, you went to the Hard Deck to have dinner with Halo, a recent friend. Halo waved when she saw you walk in and you joined her at the end of the bar, where you greeted Penny.

“Hey Pen, missing Mav already?”

“Always do”, she replied with a smile. After you and Halo gave her your dinner order, she placed a glass down in front of you.

“What’s this?”

“Hangman asked me to get you a peppermint flavored drink every time you come in while they’re all gone.” She pulls a mini-candy cane from under the bar and sticks it in the glass. “This here is a Peppermint Piña Colada. Enjoy.”

“What’s with all the peppermint?” asked Callie.

“Last month, I told Jake that one of my favorite things about Christmas was candy canes and peppermint flavored stuff. Since December 1st, he’s given me something peppermint flavored or candy cane themed every single day.” You took a sip of your drink, “Oof…that’s actually better than I thought it would be.”

“Oh. So that’s why Hangman asked me to give you this.” Callie pulled a small red and white gift bag from the bar stool beside her and slid it your way. “He said to tell you not to open it until tomorrow though.”

“Ugh! But I want to open it now!”

“He said, and I quote: ‘One a day Dewey, that’s the rule. Be a good girl and follow the rules.’” Callie made a face like she wanted to vomit. “I don’t kink shame, but I did not need to know that.”

You’re not sure how long you laughed after that.

The next day, Callie came to visit you at the library.

“So, what was in the bag?” she asked. “Wait. After that message, I’m not sure I want to know.” You gave a small laugh as you placed two small spray bottles on your desk.

“He got me hand sanitizer spray in Twisted Peppermint from Bath & Body Works. One for the office and one to carry in my bag.”

“Can I have some?”

“Sure!” You give her a couple sprays and she rubbed her hands together.

“This smells awesome. Like I’d dipped my hands in Christmas or something.”

While he was gone, Jake had cookies from Tiff’s Treats (a dozen minty chocolate) delivered, a box of only peppermint chocolates from Copper Coast Confections, a new red and white striped apron from Hedley & Bennett with your name embroidered on the front. After watching Next Level Chef a few months ago, you’d expressed to him how you wanted an apron from H&B one day and that it might take you a while because they were pretty expensive. You couldn’t believe he’d remembered. After that, when you invited Callie and Penny over and the three of you would cook or bake together, you smiled big as you sported your new apron.

Finally, the day Jake and the rest of the Daggers were due home arrived. They weren’t due until late afternoon, so you changed in your office at the library. You wore your candy cane earrings, striped Santa hat, bright red lipstick with peppermint gloss, and made sure your new manicure (candy cane themed of course) shone brightly.

You stood with Penny and the other families that waited for their sailors. You hugged Bob and Phoenix when they walked over to you guys and when Reuben and your brother arrived, they both gave you a big wet kiss on either cheek. Distracted as you were wiping your cheeks off while laughing, you didn’t see or hear Jake approaching.

“What are you doin’ givin’ my girl kisses, Payback?”

“JAKE!” You whirled around with a scream.

“Hey sweetheart.” You practically jumped into his arms and pulled his face to yours (thank goodness for long lasting liquid lipsticks!). Jake took it a step further and dipped you backwards while still kissing you…like that sailor kissing a nurse in New York City on VJ Day in 1945.

“What am I?” you heard Mickey ask. “Chopped liver?”

Later that night, you were in bed reading while Jake finished his shower. You could smell the shower gel he used because it was one he’d gotten you while he was gone (a delicious pepperminty scent from LUSH), and he finally emerged from the bathroom in a peppermint scented cloud.

“Boy, am I happy to be home.”

“I’m glad you’re home too, Jake.” You pecked him on the lips when he leaned down over you. “I missed you and even though I loved absolutely everything you got me--especially the candy cane themed flower bouquet--none of it replaces having you here with me.”

“You sap.”

“Shut up. You love how sappy I am.”

“True.” He put on his sleep pants and got in bed next to you. “Do you want today’s present?”

“I thought you were today’s present?”

“I’m just the bonus”, he said with his traditional Jake Seresin smile (it was your favorite of his smiles).

“Then gimme!” You put your book down and made grabby hands at him.

“Here you go m’darlin.” He handed you a small box with a red and white bow on it.

“Jake. Jake. This isn’t…?”

“No, it isn’t. I wouldn’t do that without Mickey being present.”

“Oh okay. It’s not that I don’t want to…”

“Baby, don’t worry, I understand.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” He winked at you and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Nerd.” You turn back to the small box and open it. Inside was a necklace with a small ruby and diamond encrusted candy cane on it. “Holy shit.”

“I take it that means you like it.”

“I love it Jake.” You settle onto his lap and kiss him. When you pull apart, he takes the necklace from the box and moves to put it on you. “Thanks cowboy. I think this is going to beat one of my gifts to you for sure.”

“Oh? Do tell.” You hop off his lap and run into your closet. A few minutes later, you emerge wearing your new candy cane themed robe and your necklace.

“I wanted to put on my necklace and see what you think about how it looks.”

“Let’s see it.” Jake’s jaw drops comically when you throw off your robe, because standing in front of him is you. In your necklace.

Just your necklace.

“Merry Christmas Lieutenant.”

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thisisanewlowes · 3 months

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Money Can't Buy You Love | Masterlist

Pairing: Hollywood AU!Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake Seresin is one of the biggest celebrities in Hollywood. He's also the industry's most infamous playboy. All set to star in what's shaping up to be the most highly anticipated film of the year, Jake's lifestyle comes into question when he meets his director's daughter... and finds himself falling fast.

Warnings: age gap, allusions to smut, future smut, unbalanced power dynamics, Jake is a pretty boy asshole (but you already knew that)

A/N: This AU is a part of the larger A-List Universe

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Minors DNI !! 18+ Only

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floydsglasses · 3 months

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𝗛𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘀 {80'𝘀} - DAGGER EDITION

{All Daggers included}

𝗕𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘆 "𝗥𝗼𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿" 𝗕𝗿𝗮𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘄- 𝗘𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗱 1 & 2

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌? 𝖶𝗁𝗒?

𝗝𝗮𝗸𝗲 "𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗺𝗮𝗻" 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗻 - 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗧𝗵𝗲 13𝘁𝗵 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

𝖨'𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖦𝗈𝖽! 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾! 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖽.

𝗡𝗮𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗮 "𝗣𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘅" 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲- 𝗔 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗢𝗻 𝗘𝗹𝗺 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 (1984)

𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖪𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆.

𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁 "𝗕𝗼𝗯" 𝗙𝗹𝗼𝘆𝗱- 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 (1982)

i𝖿 𝖨𝗍 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖴𝗌 𝖮𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨𝗍 𝖧𝖺𝗌 𝖭𝗈 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖤𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖭𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖫𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖳𝗈 𝖪𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖨𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖶𝗈𝗇.

𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆 "𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘆" 𝗚𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗮- 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝘀

𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝖭𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖦𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖮𝗅𝖽, 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅, 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝖭𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖣𝗂𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖬𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝖽!

𝗥𝘂𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗻 "𝗣𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸" 𝗙𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 - 𝗣𝗼𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗝𝗮𝘃𝘆 "𝗖𝗼𝘆𝗼𝘁𝗲" 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼 - 𝗔𝗻 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳 𝗜𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻

𝖮𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌, 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗅𝗒𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾, 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿'𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽.

FINAL MOODBOARD for Horror Daggers, this was fun to make I love horror movies and I love these guys so like making my dream come true

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sailor-aviator · 2 months

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Hey, so...

This is going to be a LONG post, so please bare with me.

I've been doing a LOT of thinking the past week about what fics I'm doing and when. I've made some decisions that some people are probably not going to like, and I completely understand that, but at the end of the day, it's my blog and my time. I know there have been some fics that people have been very excited for, but unfortunately, things change.

As of right now, Til the Summer Comes Again is getting shelved until sometime in November. I love the fic, and I want to finish it, but I do think it'll be a lot more fun to do in the winter considering it's a Jack Frost fic. This past winter was really hectic for me considering I started a new job after being unemployed for a couple of months, and with the stress of all that and the pressure for other fics, it definitely fell by the wayside. The fic idea is something so special to me, which is why I'm shelving it instead of scrapping it altogether. We will see Jack Frost!Bob again in November!

I am also scrapping my Hadestown fic (In Spite of the Way). I'm doing this because it's such a specific story, and unfortunately, I just don't see myself being able to add anything new or interesting to the story at hand. It would just be a complete retelling of the story that's already there, and that's not something that I want to do.

I am also tabling my Studio Ghibli fics. I'm not sure if I'll ever come back to them, but they've been pushed to the side for so long that it just doesn't make sense to have them on my masterlist when it's becoming clear that other things are drawing my interests away. I'd love to re-explore them farther down the line, but for now, Our Hill of Stars and The Word of the Crooked are being taken off my masterlist. Whisper in the Wind I believe will be started come early September or so and be a part of the Autumn lineup.

Now that Meet Me at the Sea is done, my focus is going to be on finishing Fool's Fare and updating the Dagger Posse Universe here and there. Fool's Fare is most likely to be done sometime in April if I had to guess, which means...

It's time to talk the Sailor-Aviator Summer Cinematic Release schedule!

As we all know, I've just announced the MMATS stand-alone sequel: Down By the Bay featuring one Bradley Bradshaw. But what else is coming this summer? Let's talk about it!

There have been a few of you waiting for my Indiana Jones!Jake fic aka Fortune & Glory, and I'm so excited to announce that it is on the roster for this summer! Tune in to follow Jake and Bucket as they try to secure the legendary staff of Moses before the Nazis do!

Next up on the roster is the long-awaited Mafia fic! Titled after the age-old idiom, Two Birds follows the reader as they unwittingly catch the eye of not one, but two mafia bosses, both standing as the dual heads of the Dagger Syndicate. Two Birds is a M x F x M featuring Jake "Hangman" Seresin and Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (No Hangster).

I'm hoping to start these fics anywhere from Mid-May to early June, so stay tuned!!

Meanwhile, I will be dedicating some time to the DPU as well, trying to wrap up some fics within that to hopefully have it finished (or down to the last one) by the summer's end.

If you've stuck around this long, I just want to say thank you. Not only for reading this monster of a post, but for continuing to read my work and for following and supporting me through everything! You guys are the best! Until next time~

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seresinhangmanjake · 3 months

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The One I Want: Part 14 Snippet

jake seresin x plus size!reader

“Will you tell me about it?” you ask.

“What do you want to know?”

Everything, you don’t say. Every detail, every move, every risk, every likelihood, every expectation you’re allowed to have. You want to know where he will be and when; when he will go and return. You think the more you know, the less you will worry. But Jake can’t give you that much. So you don’t ask for it.

Instead, you say, “Are you scared?” because maybe if he’s not scared, then you shouldn’t be, either.

“You know me, beautiful. I'm the best,” he tells you, but you can hear the uncertainty that weakens his voice. He doesn’t answer your question like you want him to. “But it's…different. We've been training hard for months. They've done everything they can to prepare us.”

“Is it enough?”

“It’s as much as they could do.”

The tears are coming. You sniffle. As much as they could do is not enough for you. “You’re not good at being reassuring.”

“In this case, I don’t know how. I’ve never had to explain this to someone I care about the way I care about you," he says. "Normally, I think about myself and my team. Now I think about you. Even though I have to leave you here when I go, you’re still coming with me. You’re going to be on that ship, in my bunk, in my jet." His hand rests on your cheek. “You'll be all around me at all times, beautiful. And that, I'm unprepared for.”

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note: i know it's super short (the chapter is not), but it's been two weeks since I posted part 13, so i thought i'd give a little something.

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callsign-magnolia · 6 months

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Love In The Dark // Ch. 1

Mature Content 18+

Summary: Iris never realized how much she truly depended on her eyesight until it was gone. But it never really stopped her, just another hurdle to jump over in life. Depending on people was never something she got used to, she still attempts to do things herself. Eventually, her roommate and best friend let's her down, but a tall, sandy brown haired aviator catches her.

Rooster x Blind!OC

Warnings: Being stranded, yelling, if I miss any let me know.

Word Count: 2.8k

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The Hard Deck was a place where you could find all kinds of people. Pilots and civilians dancing around each other in the crowd attempting to keep their drinks upright. Penny loved her bar and she loved seeing fresh faces as well "What can I get you ladies?" She asked as she wiped the bar down. "I'll take a water, please?" The girl who crawled into the bar stool smiled at her and she returned it. She took notice how her tall blonde friend held her arm. "I'll take a tequila shot and a tequila sunrise." Penny nodded and turned to make the drinks. "You're driving." Mandi looked down at her friend in the barstool. "Oh calm down. Iris I'll be fine." That's what she said last time and Iris had to call an uber and fight her to get in it. "Here you are girls." Mandi slid the water to Iris until it barely bumped her hand. Iris drank smoothly as Mandi wandered off into the crowd. "What time do you wanna go home?" Iris asked to nobody. Iris didn't really want to be here. But Mandi mentioned how long it's been since they went out together and she felt bad and agreed. The only problem was, to Mandi, her nine o'clock is midnight. “Why don't you get up and mingle?" Penny asked. Iris turned to face her and Penny took notice of how the young woman's eyes never met hers.

"Oh, I'm fine here." Iris said. Mandi stood against the wall staring out at the sea of officers, as if she was a predator searching for her next prey. She clocked a tall blonde with a million dollar smile with a bunch of other officers at a pool table. She stared at him and as if he sensed her, he met her eye and she gave him a dazzling smile of her own, casting her eyes down to her drink feigning shyness. Jake watched her closely and as soon as her drink was gone, he made his move. He walked ever, head held high, shoulders back and she leaned back against the wall. "Hi," he greeted. Southern accent prominent. "Hi Cowboy." He placed his hand on the wall next to her head. "What's a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?" She bit her lip as she stirred her drink. "Just came out with my roommate." He raised a brow. "Doesn't explain why you're alone." She giggled at him, leaning closer. "I just had to step away from my roommate. She's what you could call co-dependent." He hummed. "So she's annoying." He deadpanned and Mandi shrugged. "Sometimes." He reached out taking her glass from her. "Let me buy you a drink?" She raised a brow at him. "I don't even know your name sailor." She saw his name badge. but she didn't have to let him know that. "Lieutenant Jake Seresin ma'am, and I'm an aviator." She raised her brows as he took her hand and tucked it in his elbows. "Wow, so you fly those really fast jets?" Mandi knew stroking his ego would land him right in the palm of her hand. "Yes. Yes I do."

Penny raised a brow as the duo approached the bar. "Hello Penny dear.” She just smiled at him. "Bagman." She replied. Normally the name would bother him, but he had a gut feeling he knew how his evening would end, so he was unbothered. "Another drink for the lady." She nodded and took the glass. "Another water, dear?" She asked as she passed Iris. "Oh, no thank you." Anymore and she'd have to get up to go to the bathroom, and attempting to navigate the crowd was a task she wasn't up for. Mandi looked over at her roommate, Iris looked bored out of her mind, drawing shapes in the water that pooled on the bar top. Mandi thought she should probably check in with her, but she didn't want to step away from Jake. "Here you go.” Penny said as she slid the drink towards her. "Thanks Pen." He said. "No problem, Hangman." With that Jake led her towards his friends. Hours went by. Hours of teaching Mandi to play pool, her ass pressed flush against his crotch as he leaned over her. Making out in the shadows until he finally asked. "Come home with me?" she grinned and kissed him again. "I was starting to think you'd never ask." With that he paid their tabs and she met him at the door. Iris was bored and tired. Mandi hasn't checked in with her and she was ready to leave.

"Excuse me? Penny?" The woman handed off the drink and turned to the girl. "What's up?" She asked. "Could you tell me what time it is?" Penny furrowed her brows at the girl. She looked at the clock behind her and back to Iris. "It's one a.m. We have thirty minutes till last call." Iris sighed. "Hey Penny!" A male voice startled Iris. "Oh, sorry. "Rooster said, looking down at the girl. "Ready to close?" Penny asked him. "I lost a game of pool to Phoenix so I have to pay hers too." She nodded and took his card. "Were you gonna ask me something else?" She asked as she ran Roosters card. "Um, have you seen my friend?" Penny looked to Rooster, a look of concern on her face. "Last I saw her, one of the aviators bought her a drink." Penny noticed Iris's eyes get glassy. "How many did Mandi have?" Penny felt bad, realizing she put the poor girl in a situation. "The one she bought and Hangman bought her five more." A tear of stress slipped down her cheek, she did not want to deal with a drunk Mandi. "Dammit." Iris muttered. "She was supposed to drive home. Now I have to get us a damn uber." Iris turned in the barstool. "Your friend Mandi? Is she tall? Blonde?" Truth be told, Iris has never seen Mandi to give a description but she does know she's tall and blonde. "Yeah." Rooster looked down at the girl whose eyes were glued to his sternum. "She left with my friend." He said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "What?" The worry in her voice caused his chest to ache. "How long ago?"

Mandi has done some shitty things but this was a new low. "About an hour and a half ago.” Iris huffed, pulling her phone out of her pocket and practically slamming it on the bar. Penny looked down at it just as a drunk patron came over. "PHONE ON THE BAR!" He yelled, "Penny! Ring the bell!" She glared at the man. "No. I'll be with you in just a minute." Iris turned to the man next to her before turning back to Penny. "What's he talking about?" Penny sighed. "We have a rule here. Disrespect a lady, the navy or put your phone on my bar, you buy a round.” Iris’ face fell as well as her gut. "I-I-I don't I didn't-" "I'm not gonna make you buy a round." She interrupted the stuttering girl. "Thank you." Iris pulled out a small wallet. "How much was Mandi's tab?" Penny shook her head. "Hangman already paid it." Iris let out a breath of relief. "At least one thing went right tonight." She stood from the bar stool, legs tingling from falling asleep. "I'm sorry. You were drinking water, so I assumed you were the DD." Iris shook her head.

"It's okay. You didn't know. I just don't drive." The Hard Deck was packed, bodies everywhere and Iris knew that. "Thanks for your help." She said to both of them before walking away. Penny and Rooster watched as she walked, keeping her hand out just enough to graze the barstools. She was going at a slow pace but just as she turned for the door she bumped into a guy. "Watch where the fuck you're going! Can you not see?" As if she was unfazed, Iris stepped around him, following a group of girls out the door. "Roaster? Will you go check on her? Something feels off about all of this." He nodded to Penny. "Just wait with her till she gets in her uber?" He shook his head, eyes never leaving the doors. "I'll give her a ride." Penny smiled at him." Thank you. Be careful." He left with an 'I will.’ and headed out the doors.

Iris managed to press her back against the building. She dragged her finger along her phone screen until she found her uber app. Opening it she attempted to order a ride but she was so upset that she kept missing the button. "Hey, need a ride?" She turned around when she heard the same voice from inside the bar. "Uh no. I'll get home on my own." She said, turning back around. Rooster watched as she looked down at her phone, muttering something before she groaned. He took a few steps forward and noticed her tense up. "Seriously, let me give you a ride. Your roommate shouldn't have just left you here, and I feel kind of bad since she did leave with my friend." She thought about it, remembering that Penny addressed him as Rooster. "Promise you'll take me home?" She was nervous, and he could tell, so he offered her a smile. "Nowhere else but your front door." She sighed and shoved her phone in her pocket. "Okay, Rooster. I'll let you drive me home." Rooster just grinned and nodded, finally getting a good look at her beautiful eyes as she faced him. "Awesome. Follow me."

He turned towards the Bronco, starting across the lot when he noticed she wasn't following. "Hey, my trucks this way." He said, and she slowly held out her hand. "Help me?" She asked. He furrowed his brows and walked closer, taking her small hand in his. "Sure. You okay?" She nodded and he led her over to the Bronco but he stopped when she saw her reach her hand out ahead of her, as if searching for the Bronco. "Hey, woah." He caught her as she almost tripped on a rock. "Sorry." She said, standing up straight. He let her go and watched her head swing around, as if looking for him when he's standing right in front of her. "Hey." She immediately faced him. "Can you not see?" He asked, keeping his tone gentle, not wanting her to assume he was making fun of her. "Um, no. I'm blind." Her voice was shaky. "Okay. Well let's get you in the truck and I'll get you home." She seemed relaxed by his reaction which made him smile down at her.

Even though she was glad Rooster reacted the way she did, she still sat against the passenger side door. Rooster just let the radio play until they pulled into the driveway of the address she gave him. "Okay, we're here. Stay there and I'll help you out.” She huffed. "I don't need help." She muttered and unbuckled. She pushed the door open and stepped onto the running board. "Here" Bradley held out his hand and she took it, feeling uneasy. "Thank you." She said, "I'll walk you to the door if you're okay with it." She nodded and he followed her to the door watching as she expertly unlocked the front door and sauntered in. "Thank you for the ride. Um, would you like something to drink?" She was looking at him and he finally got a good look at her. She was pretty, in a way that drew him in like a siren song. "Sure water is fine." She nodded and turned. Rooster worried she'd bump into a wall or even the furniture but she maneuvered around it all with a grace he's never seen. "You can have a seat on the couch if you want." He sat on the soft gray sectional and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans. When she came back she tucked her foot under herself as she sat. "So, what questions do you have?"

His eyes widened as he looked at her. "I- I don't have any questions." She gave him a look as if to say, ‘Yeaḥ right’. “I can answer any question you have. It doesn't bother me." She gave him a soft smile, almost encouraging him to ask questions. "Um, were you born blind?” Her smile grew and she giggled. "No. I went blind when I was seventeen." He raised his brows in surprise. "How?" He asked. "Meningitis. It was bad to say the least I nearly died." He stared at her. "When I started to get better, I noticed my eyesight worsening. Doctors said my ocular nerves were damaged beyond repair and we would have to wait and see how bad the damage would be." She seemed almost nonchalant about it. "Did they expect you to go totally blind?" She shook her head. "No, they actually said my chances for total blindness were slim. They expected some form of blindness but one day it was just gone." Bradley stared down at the water bottle resting against his leg. "Is it total darkness?" She nodded." "I can't even perceive light." Bradley felt a heaviness in the air and he didn't know what to say.

"Sorry.” Iris started "That took a dark turn." Iris laughed and Rooster bit his lip. "You can laugh if you found it funny." He chuckled a little. "I didn't mean to put a damper on the mood." Bradley quickly shook his head. "No. You didn't." She smiled at him, leaning her head to rest on the back of the couch "Going blind isn't a light topic, Rooster. It's normal to feel sad." He watched as her eyelids slowly closed and struggled to open again. "It's late, I should get home." She hummed and nodded. "I'll walk you out." She trailed behind him slowly. He opened the door and she held the handle as he stepped out. He looked at her as she stood there. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" She chuckled at him. "Rooster, I've been blind for almost thirteen years, and I know my way around the house." He held his hands up in defense ‘Okay, don't question the blind woman.’ he thought. “Good night Iris." She gave him a smile. "Good night, Rooster." After a second she closed the door and locked it. A moment later she heard his footsteps descending the stairs. She was surprised. He waited till he heard the door lock.

The next morning Iris awoke feeling completely exhausted. She dragged herself downstairs, seeking the warmth of a coffee mug. Once her mug was full she grabbed the milk and sugar, pouring just a little of each into it. As she took her first sip, the front door opened. "Mandi?" She called out. Mandi walked into the house, heels in hand, hair in a messy bun and no bra because she couldn't find it when she got out of Jake's bed. She groaned and rolled her eyes when she heard Iris's voice. "What?" She barked. Iris clenched her teeth and inhaled through her nose and out through her mouth. "Just making sure it was you." Iris leaned on the wall next to the kitchen. "Who else would it fucking be?" Iris felt her eye twitch in frustration. "Anyone who can pick a lock. What the hell is your problem?" She asked and Mandi Iooked at her incredulously. "My problem? I have a hangover from hell!" Iris didn't react to her yelling. Mandi was a raging bitch when she didn't feel good. "Well that's not my fault. So don't yell at me. Also, while I have you here, what the fuck was up with leaving me stranded at the bar last night?!"

Mandi rolled her eyes knowing Iris couldn't see. "Oh calm down. You made it home alive didn't you?" Then Mandi furrowed her brows. "How did you get home?" Iris scoffed. "One of your fuck buddies friends brought me home." Mandi's brows raised "Which one?" "Rooster" Iris blurted. Mandi remembered him. Him and Jake argued a bit. "Ooh, he's hot." Inis rolled her own eyes this time, not caring that Mandi saw. "I wouldn't know anything about that. But he is very sweet and very kind to bring me home after your stunt. You've done shitty things before Mandi. But this was the worst." Mandi just wanted to sleep but she knew Iris wouldn't drop it. "I don't see the problem!" Iris was baffled. "The problem is you abandoned me in a place I've never been before even if I was sighted, it's a shit thing to do!" Mandi threw her hands up. "I'm too hungover for this shit." Iris scowled at her. "Just walk away like you do every other conversation Mandi!" Mandi slammed the door to her room, making Iris flinch.

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OFC (Reader)Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Swearing

Written for @sailor-aviator writing challenge. Scrooge was my prompt.

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Have a cup of cheer!

You don't hate Christmas exactly, more a high dislike layered over forced tolerance. No appreciation for the holiday. When you think of Christmas, your memory isn't filled with cinnamon scented Hallmark moments like baking cookies or decorating fresh pine trees.

Christmas was the ultimate swap holiday between your not amicably divorced parents. An only child shuffled from coast to coast, neither parent really wanting to invest wholesale for an occasional holiday. Half assed fake trees and takeout Chinese for Christmas dinner was more the norm than big family feasts. Eventually your parents gave up the motions of holiday celebrations and would bring you on a vacation they wanted to go on as a way to supposedly celebrate. You went skiing, a lot.

Which is how you find yourself waiting in line at your favorite coffee shop, grinding your teeth as everyone in front of you orders the most elaborate Christmas flavored mega-multi- gingerbread-peppermint-mocha-latte with almond milk and real whipped cream and all you want is an iced coffee, black. You live in San Diego for Christ's sake, it's 78 degrees outside.

You snort to yourself, you like your coffee black, like your soul. You feel like black cloud on a sunny day, a Scrooge at a Christmas pageant,a turd in the punch bowl as you wait in this excruciatingly slow line as Mariah Carey warbles in the background and you're surrounded by tinsel and fake pine garland.

You have five days left till Christmas, five days till your life goes back to normal and there is no more Santa, no more cinnamon scented gag-inducing pine cones hanging out in the entry of your local grocery store, and blissfully, no more Christmas music.

"Five more days," you breathe in and out, a calming mantra in this melee of forced cheer and commercialism.

"Five more days," breathe in, breathe out.

Finally, you're next in line, so close to getting your caffeine fix and getting out of here.

Finally, you order and wave off the barista's efforts for you to try a holiday themed drink and muffin and scone and bagel bites. Is everything peppermint flavored?

"I'm good, just a large black iced coffee. Thank you," you say through a forced smile. She shrugs and gets your order ready. You tip well and turn to quickly exit.

A blond man in a Navy, you think, uniform is behind you and instantly reads your resting bitch face. He smiles a dazzling grin, so beautiful that if you weren't trying to remember breathing exercises from yoga to keep from losing your shit, it might make you a little weak in the knees at any other time of year. And then he opens his mouth, a Southern lilt wrapped around his words,

"Cheer up, Doll. Christmas is almost here. Have you been a good girl this year for Santa to bring you a nice present?"

This is it, this is the moment you do something that will either get you arrested and on the news or a become a regrettable viral video on the Internet with the title, "ChriSTtmAs FreeK-OUT SouNd on!"

You really don't find it in yourself to care about the results of what's about to happen, this poor unsuspecting schmuck is about to have all your shiny, gift wrapped emotional baggage labeled "Christmas!" unloaded on him while he's probably waiting to get a mega-multi- gingerbread-peppermint-mocha-latte with almond milk and real whipped cream.

"Don't call me doll, dick. And I really don't give a flying fuck about Santa or whatever shitty pick up line you're trying to use. This whole fucking time of year is bullshit and I don't need you telling me to cheer up. I haven't been happy at Christmas for the last 32 years, doubt it's going to change now. So leave me alone and you can enjoy your Christmas sugar bomb and spread your fake cheer somewhere else!"

The rage flows through you making you tremble as you hold back tears.

The man in front of you has lost the smile and is reaching out his hands in what you realize is a feeble attempt to comfort you. Pure concern blankets his face, making your rage fizzle, like a match thrown in water.

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to get you to smile…" he pauses as he retreats hands and runs one through his hair,

"I'm really sorry I caused you pain. Sorry this isn't a good time of year for you."

His sincerity deflates you entirely and the tears you're holding back flood out and flow down your cheeks.

"It's fine, it's fine," you mumble as you frantically search for the exit. Now you're noticing that the entire coffee shop is silent and watching you. You flee out the door, cringing as you hear the jingle bells on the door ring. You walk just far enough to get out of the view of anyone in the coffee shop.

Apparently, this weird moment in time is when you decide to unpack your shitty childhood. Slumping down against the brick wall behind you, you sit down and take a long sip of your iced coffee, your hands shaking as you wipe away the tears.

"You look like you could use something stronger," a now familiar voice says softly.

Looking up you see your unwitting emotional punching bag holding out his hand,

"I know a place close by if you want to take me up on the offer."

"Why are you being nice to me? I called you a dick in front of 50 people," you say, sniffing to keep the snot at bay.

"Call it the Christmas spirit. You seem like you could use someone to talk to and I do feel like a dick for making you cry in a coffee shop. I'm Jake, by the way."

You ponder his offer for a second,

"This isn't one of those self aggrandizing things you're going to brag about on social media later, is it?"

He laughs, a deep and true laugh.

"Nope, I was trying to talk to you to get your number because I think you're beautiful. Plus, who drinks iced coffee black? You're obviously a complex character or a serial killer. Call me curious."

You laugh a small sniffling laugh and take his hand, and say as he helps you up,

"Well, Jake by the way, I'm Y/n, but you can call me Scrooge, I guess, because I feel like I've ruined Christmas."

"Don't give yourself that much credit. There's still five days to make it better. How about that drink? Scroogey?"

"Sure, let's go. But if you try to make me drink a peppermint martini I will lose it….again."

"I wouldn't dream of it. It's the Hard Deck, just down the block. I don't think that's the type of drink that Penny would be any good at it."

Jake leads the way towards the bar. You've seen it as you live in the area, but didn't really think it was your scene.

As you sit in a cozy booth and talk with Jake, you enjoy the atmosphere, simple and unpretentious and blissfully lacking Christmas music you realize it is exactly the kind of place you like to hang out at. You and Jake talk so long about your lives that you eventually order food. One drink turns into several.

You learn he is a fighter pilot for the Navy and is stationed out of North Island, he grew up in Texas, and he absolutely loves Christmas. He learns that you are in marketing, grew up in Connecticut, and why Christmas sucks for you.

When you finally notice the time you realize you've been talking to Jake for three hours.

"Oh crap, I've got to get going. I've got an early morning," you chuckle to yourself thinking about your sunrise yoga class and how you used some of the techniques trying to stay calm in the coffee shop.

Jake stands up with you and waves you off as you try to pull some cash from your wallet for the tab.

"My treat, call it a Christmas gift,' he says, absolutely pushing his luck. For some reason it comes across as charming and makes you laugh.

"Would it be okay if I got your number? I'd like to see you again, Y/N."

You hold yourself together to not let out a girlish giggle of glee,

"I'd like to see you again too, Jake," you readily agree, trying to sound breezy. You quickly exchange phones and send a text to each other. Jake walks you out of the Hard Deck and gives you a chaste peck on the cheek as he hugs you goodbye.

You're getting ready for bed, a giant smile plastered on your face when your phone dings, a new message popping up.

Jake Seresin: 🎄 Merry Christmas, I'm thankful for the gift of meeting you today. I must have a good boy this year for Santa to bring us together. Owe the old man one.

You: Merry Christmas, Jake. 🎅

"Merry Christmas, y/n," Jake hums into your ear curling himself around your back.

One Year and Five Days Later

"Merry? This early? What time is it?" you croak back.

"5 am, my nieces and nephews are going to wake up shortly. "

"Thought I'd let you see what's in Santa's package," he says, trying not to laugh, as he lightly thrusts at you.

"Jacob Thomas Seresin, you got me, the ultimate Scrooge, to come to Texas for Christmas with you, bake cookies, cut down a tree, sing carols, and I'm even wearing Christmas pajamas with fucking elves on them that match your whole family, but I have to, have to draw the line at Christmas themed dirty talk."

You feel Jake's smile on your temple as you talk.

"I think you enjoy it, maybe even love Christmas a little now," Jake teases.

You roll over,

"I love you and you love Christmas, so therefore by transitive properties I should love Christmas."

He laughs,

"I'm glad this Christmas has been your best one yet."

"You're confident, maybe a little cocky, that this is my best Christmas ever," you tease.

"I mean, the bar was so low that I think I've knocked out of the park."

"You have, Jake. Thank you for doing all this for me, I might even be starting to like Christmas," you hold up your fingers, "A little bit."

Jake grins and kisses you as the door bursts open,

"Uncle Jake! Uncle Jake! Santa came last night," his five year old niece, Sophia, screams, knocking the last vestiges of sleep off your brain with her volume. You and Jake sit up as she bolts out the door to wake up the rest of the house.

Jake is looking at you, his heart warm, and it gets even warmer when he thinks of a small velvet box sitting under the tree with your name on it.

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