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I think Top Gun Maverick should come back to theaters every summer. Just sayin’.

all you had to do was stay ✪ part 3

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader

Summary: Six years ago Jake hit your life like a hurricane. In and out in a matter of weeks. You thought after you get over the disappointment of him leaving without saying a word you’d never think of him again. But then two pink lines change your life forever. Now he’s back and still has no idea that the little girl by your side is his daughter.

Words: 3k

Warnings:  angst, finally some fluff, more inner monologue??, the second half isn’t really edited

A/N: Here’s part three!! I hope you like it! It’s been a struggle to write so I hope it doesn’t disappoint lmao :))

feedback is always appreciated <3

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Jake is nervous as he pulls into the zoo’s parking lot. He never knew meeting a five-year-old could make him this nervous. But it’s not just any five-year-old. It’s his daughter. Yes, he’s seen her before, even briefly talked to her. But he didn’t know she was his daughter then. He’d been clueless. He wonders if, now that he knows, he’ll see the resemblance. He waits by the entrance, shifting from one foot to the other. He’s twenty minutes early but he just couldn’t wait. He’d been awake most of the night wondering what it will be like to spend the day with you and Josie. It wasn’t like he was scared of spending time with a kid, he loves kids, loves to spend time with his nieces whenever he gets the chance to. But what if Josie doesn’t like him? He likes to think he’s charming but that doesn’t mean his charm is going to work on a kid. 

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Absolute ✨perfection✨ Bradley and Jake are such a good Nick and Schmidt

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summary - While trying to get out of your post-breakup slump, you get offered a modeling gig at Jake’s advertising agency.

warnings - New Girl au, fluff, angst, slowburn, language, insecurities, mentions of getting drunk, my nonexistent knowledge of advertising, men being the worst, suggestive content, I added outfit links but you can imagine whatever you would like

this series is 18+, minors please do not interact

word count - 4.2k

it’s the last episode of season one! it has been such a ride and I want to thank you all for the support you gave this series because it is seriously what stopped me from having a meltdown and abandoning it lmao. fun fact: I’ve had this episode planned since I started the series. please enjoy and I hope to see you in season two!! - bugs

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Sweet as Candy (J.S)

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Reader

Description: Reader has a sweet tooth and Hangman learns that this is the way to your heart. OR the 4 times Hangman brings you candy.

Warnings: mentions of a cheating ex-boyfriend, slight mentions of drinking but nothing crazy.

WC: ~3000

This is dedicated to all the girlies who buy their own candy for valentines day. May you find someone who brings you treats all year round.

Happy reading :)

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To say you had a sweet tooth would be the understatement of the century. In college, you motivated yourself with to study with the promise of candy, although your roommate would have to guard it until you were done (it really wasn’t the best study method). You had quickly earned your call sign 'Haribo' in flight school after a bag of gummy bears fell out of your flight suit at the worst possible time. After that, you tried to limit flying and candy as much as possible, only indulging after hours.

When you joined the dagger squad, naturally they questioned the origins of your call sign. Silently cursing your past self again for putting yourself in this situation, you explained how you earned ‘Haribo’. It didn’t come at a surprise that it got quite a few laughs from the group, something that you always took in stride. What you didn’t bargain for however, was that although Jake was laughing, he hung on to every single word.

The first time Hangman brought you candy wasn’t only a shock to you but a shock to him. You had just broken up with your boyfriend of 5 years. You had come home early from a mission, hoping to surprise him but instead when you reached his apartment, you found him in bed with his neighbour that you were constantly told not to worry about. Typically after a successful mission, there was a sort of buzz around the squad, but it had seemed to skip over you. Jake suspected that something was off as you walked through the hangar.

“Mornin’ haribo” he greets you with a hint of that southern drawl and a smile.

“Hey Seresin” you reply trying to muster as much normalcy as you can.

Jake sees it. He sees the way your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes or how your eyes don’t quite reach his. “Everything alright?” He asks, not wanting to overstep.

“Dandy” you reply as you move past him willing the tears not to spill.

As the day moved on, the thought of you unhappy gnawed at him. He couldn’t help the fact that he wanted to fix it (whatever it was), it was who he was. That afternoon he had cornered Phoenix in the hallway to try and get some information on what was making you so upset.

"Phoenix, i'm not asking for your social security number, I just want to know what's up with y/n." Jake said starting to grow slightly frustrated at her loyalty.

"Fine" Phoenix huffed as she looked around, ensuring their privacy "She caught that asshole cheating on her when we got back from the mission on Thursday. That is why she is so upset." Phoenix whispered with anger in her eyes.

It felt like a punch to the gut. He couldn't rationalize why someone would ever compromise a relationship with someone like you. Someone so genuine and passionate. Fire burned through Jake's veins as he thought about the fact that someone would hurt you like that. "Thank you" he said to Phoenix as he left the hallway.

That night on his way home, he stopped at the grocery store. He stood in front of the candy section debating on what to buy and what would communicate "I am so sorry your boyfriend cheated on you, just out of curiosity where does he live." He let out a puff of air as he realized he was certainly overthinking this candy thing. He grabbed two bags of gummy bears and made his way to the checkout.

The next morning you were no better. Jake still saw the way your smile didn't quite reach your eyes and how you constantly tried to make yourself seem small. He hated that, he hated that anyone would ever make you feel like you weren't good enough. When the rest of the squad was preoccupied around the base with their various tasks, he wandered around until he found you flipping through pages of paperwork. He made his way over to you with the gummy bears in hand. He cleared his throat to get your attention. He felt the tug at his heart when your eyes met his, puffy and red. He could tell you had just been crying. Without saying a word he held the candy out to you.

"What's this" you question, your eyes darting back and forth between him and the candy.

"C'mon y/n, don't make it weird." He says, placing it on the table.

You stand up from your seat, moving around the table to stand in front of him. Your hands move around his side pulling him into a hug. You breathe in his scent for a moment, comforted by the fact that you are not alone. He places his chin on your head and rubs a hand up and down your back as he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "We've got you y/n, we always have".

The second time Jake brings you candy, is a much more joyous occasion. After the uranium mission, it was decided that the dagger squad would stay together for 6 more months as an experiment of sorts , the final decision on if the group would be permanent or not would be made at the end. The entire group waited eagerly to see what would happen. As the end drew near, each morning briefing was filled with anticipation. The morning Maverick walked in, smiling a little too much for 6am on a Monday, the squad knew this was it.

At the end of the briefing, Maverick announced what everyone suspected and the excitement filled the room. Jake surprised himself a bit when his first reaction was to search for you. You surprised yourself by doing the same. Beaming, he wrapped you in a hug lifting you off the ground.

That night he found himself at the store yet again, eyeing the candy. He opted this time for a bag of m&m's. The next day, he followed the same routine as the time before, waiting for privacy. He didn't know why the thought of the rest of them knowing bothered him so much, especially after his display when he learned the group was staying. He found you talking to Bob in the hangar about the previous days training exercise. Jake stood back for a moment, not wanting to impede on work. When the conversation had begun to drift, Jake took opportunity to interrupt.

"Baby on board , do you mind if i have a second with Haribo?". He said making his way over to the two of you.

Bob laughed giving a nod before leaving. After the pre-uranium tension subsided, Jake and Bob had grown fairly fond of each other.

"What's up Bagman?" you asked, stealing Phoenix's line as you turned to face him.

"Here" he said as he tossed the bag toward you, ignoring the name. "If i'm going to be stuck around you indefinitely, I need to keep you sweet" he said with a smile.

You opened the bag, ignoring your rule of no candy while working, and started to eat a few pieces. "Ugh, these are so good, you're the best" you say, closing your eyes and savouring the sweetness.

"Oh yeah?" Jake questions with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Uh-huh" you mumble.

Jake takes a step closer, grabbing a handful of the m&m's, popping them into his mouth. "You're right, so good" he mumbles as bits of candy start to fall out.

You start to laugh. Full on uncontrollable laughter, the kind that is so infectious that just encourages the other person further. Jake swears that it is the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. He wants to hear you laugh again, he wants to be the one to make you laugh again. His thoughts and your laughter is interrupted when Maverick enters the hangar.

"Sir" Jake nods as the two of you try to pull it together.

Maverick looks between the two of you, a faint smile on his face. "You two, we're up in the air in 20, I wanna try something new" he orders.

As he walks away the two of you fall into a fit of laughter again. As you wipe the tears from your eyes and move to get yourself ready.

"See you up there, sugar "Jake calls with a wink while you are left definitely overthinking the new name.

The third time Jake brings you candy, he really doesn't have an excuse other than he loves to see you smile. He had grown quite fond of the way your eyes lit up and how it seemed to make your day a little brighter. That night before heading to the hard deck, he opted for a bag of sour skittles, tucking them safely in his jacket pocket before heading out the door. The all too familiar feeling of butterflies filled Jake as he walked into the bar and seen you, head tilted back laughing at a joke Fanboy had made. It was getting harder and harder for Jake to convince himself that he felt this way because you were such great friends. He never got butterflies when he talked to Coyote or Phoenix. Jake had decided once again, that he would wait until the two of you were alone to give you the candy. He wanted that time just for him, and the smile just for him.

As Jake approaches the crowded bar he greets Penny with a smile before flicking his attention back over to you momentarily. "The usual?" Penny asks, once he's close enough that she doesn't have to yell over the music and conversation.

"Yes ma'am" Jake replies with a smile as he leans against the bar.

He lets his gaze travel over to you once more and he can't fight the smile on his face. Jake watches the way the bar lights dance over your cheekbones and he can't help but wonder what it would be like to brush his hand against them. He watches the way you chew on your lip in concentration before throwing a dart and he cant help but wonder what it would be like to taste them. Would they be sweet? It dawns on Jake that he's been spending a lot of his time wondering what it would be like to just be with you.

He is pulled out of his thoughts when Penny gently taps on the bar ahead of him, a knowing smile on her face. Jake feels his cheeks turn that rosy colour ever so slightly.

"Thanks, Pen" Jake says as he goes to grab his beer but Penny doesn't let go.

"You know Hangman, the worst that could happen is she says no" She offers.

Jake lets out a laugh and shakes his head. "I have no idea what you're talking about" he says.

Penny hums in response. "I'm not blind you know, neither is Maverick" she says as she lets go of the beer and backs away.

Jake nods as he moves away from the bar and towards the group. He thinks about what Penny said for a moment, but he finds no comfort in her words. The thought of not hearing your laugh or seeing you smile because he couldn't keep his feelings in check? Quite frankly sounds like it would be the end of the world, because you are his world.

Jake takes a breath and a swig of his drink before joining the group but he doesn't miss the way his heart skips a beat when you smile at him. He takes a place beside you, something that had grown common his the last few months as he watches Rooster line up his shot at the dart board.

Jake is able to ease into the evening trying not to focus too hard on the way your leg brushes his or how you put your hand on his arm after he says something to make you laugh. He certainly tries not to think about the smell of your perfume but he fails miserably at that.

His breaking point comes later in the night, mid conversation with Coyote, when he feels your head rest on his shoulder. Every ounce of self preservation is thrown out the window as he takes in your sleeping figure. Jake is beyond thankful when he realizes that Coyote is far too drunk to clue in and has already put his attention elsewhere. Despite him wanting to stay with you like this forever, he knows that it's best to get you up and home.

"C'mon sweets" he says softly, nudging you awake.

It doesn't take much before your eyes open and you're sitting up straight once more, slightly disoriented. Jake watches as the heat rises to your cheeks when you realize what you had done, he forces himself to bite back a smile.

"I'm so sorry Seresin" you mumble, bringing your hand to your face, eternally grateful that you didn't drool.

"Don't worry about it" he smiles. "C'mon, up we go pretty girl, i'll drive you home, I only had one drink." he says standing, grabbing his jacket and handing you yours.

Too tired to protest. You nod your head and follow him, offering the rest of the group a quick goodbye as Jake goes to close out his tab. As you approach the bar, Penny is saying something to Jake that causes him to blush. "To be a fly on the wall for that conversation" you think to yourself.

"I'm closing out too Pen" you say as you reach the bar.

"No need, Hangman here already had it covered" she says with a smile before moving to tend to the next customer.

"You really didn't need to do that" you say turning to Jake. He just shakes his head. "You had like two drinks, that's nothing Haribo" he says as he puts his hand on your back, leading the two of you out of the busy bar.

The drive back to your place is fairly silent except for the sound of old country music that fills the cab of the truck. You turn to look at Jake and can't help but smile. He looks over at you quickly before returning his gaze to the empty streets.

"What are you smiling about?" He asks, a smile on his face now too.

"Nothing, just happy" you reply, your voice laced with fatigue.

After a few more minutes of silence. Jake pulls into your driveway and places the truck in park.

Jake turns to you before speaking. "Uh before you go, I brought you these" he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the skittles.

Your eyes light up yet again and Jake can't help but smile even brighter when he sees your excitement. You lean across the centre pulling him into a quick hug, as best you can in a truck.

"Thank you Jake, you're the best." you say into his shoulder.

When you pull back and look at his face, you can see a hint of something in his eyes that wasn't there before. Passion? Determination?

"Y/N, i've been meaning to ask" he says as he scratches the back of his neck. You swear you've never seen the man so bashful before. "do you wanna go get dinner sometime, like a date?" he says, making eye contact at the end of his sentence.

Jake swears its the brightest smile you've given him yet. You nod your head "I thought you were never gonna ask me, Seresin" you reply.

After you said your goodbyes, and Jake promised to bring you to your car tomorrow, you fell into the best sleep that you had in months. Excited, optimistic and a little nervous all in one.

The fourth time Jake brought you candy, he thought he was going to be sick. He had never in all his years been this nervous for a first date. He wasn't quite sure why this was so different considering you had worked together for almost a year at this point, and the date had been agreed upon for a little over a week. But still as he stood in front of your door, gummy bears and your favourite flowers in hand, he couldn't help but notice the way his stomach flip flopped. When you opened the door, you quite literally took his breath away. Dressed in a floral black dress that hugged your curves perfectly and the smile that he simply could not get enough of. You were radiant, and Jake was certain that you were an angel standing in front of him.

He had a similar effect, dressed in a crisp white button up and black slacks, his hair looking effortless on his head. You stared at him for a second, smiling like a crazy person before kicking back into gear and inviting him in.

"You look stunning" he says, his eyes giving you a once over yet again.

"You clean up well yourself Seresin" you smile, taking the flowers and gummy bears, setting them on the kitchen table.

"You brought me gummy bears?" you turn to him, still smiling.

"The last time I gave you gummy bears, a boy treated you horribly. This time i'm giving them to you because I promise i'm going to treat you right. The way a man would. " He says, a serious look on his face.

You bite back your smile and nod your head at him. Who knew the Jake Seresin could be so cheesy and passionate at the same time.

Jake felt his nerves begin to slip away once you reached the restaurant. The two of you fell into a comfortable, familiar rhythm as you talked about everything and anything. Jake told you about growing up in a house full of sisters and how he was the victim of tea parties and dress up until he grew up. He told you about his childhood dog that he loved so dearly, his mom and how much he missed her cooking. You told Jake about your experiences in high school and college, how no one believed that you would make it as an aviator, let alone flying fo the top squadron in the country. Jake felt his heart swell with pride at that one. He had always admired the way you never let anyone stand in your way yet always remaining kind.

As it grew later, you found yourself sitting on the beach, his jacket around your shoulders as you both ate ice cream. Naturally, you opted for chocolate while Jake ate strawberry. You lean your head against his shoulder, intentionally this time.

"Thank you for such a great night Jake, I really think this is the best date i've ever been on" you say, bringing the ice cream to your lips again.

"As much as I love to hear that, Y/N, I also feel like your bar is incredibly low" he says, letting out a small chuckle.

You can't help but laugh yourself, "yeah you're right". You lift your head to look at him, setting the cup of ice cream down beside you. "But I think it helps when it's with the right person." you say.

Jake swears he can feel his heart expand at that sentence. He looks down and smiles. "Yeah, I think you're right." He pauses for a moment before beginning again. "For the record, this has also been the best date i've been on."

The two of you look at each other for a moment, watching how the moonlight bounces off the others features. The gentle sound of the waves crashing against the shore filling the silence in between. Jake leans forward ever so sightly. "I'm going to kiss you now okay?" he asks. You just nod your head.

Jake moves closer, bringing one hand to the back of your neck and the other cupping your face. He gives you a small smile before closing the gap. You never understood the whole fireworks moment that you read about in those romance novels, or how the woman's head goes blank at a kiss. It turns out that you had just never been kissed properly.

As your lips move in unison, the taste of the strawberry and chocolate ice cream mixing, you could not produce a thought if you wanted to. Every sense filled with Jake , Jake, Jake.

The two of you break apart, foreheads resting against each other with matching cheshire cat-esque smiles.

"Yeah, best date i've been on" Jake breaths out before meeting your lips again.

When you break apart for the second time, your head finds its place on Jakes shoulder once again.

"I've always wondered what your lips would taste like" Jake admits.

"Did you find your answer?" you ask lifting your head up.

"Yup." he says, turning to look at you. "Sweet as candy." He says, smiling at you once more.

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Hi! Not sure if you accept requests for celebrities but figured I’d send it anyway!!! Would you be able to do a miles tellers reader where they meet in San Diego while he’s filming but she doesn’t recognize him at all and doesn’t know he’s in a relationship and is having issues. But they somehow end up together??

Thank You Kind Stranger || Miles Teller

A/N: This was a fun one! Def made me step out of my comfort zone. Sorry it took so long. I have a class that just started up, so I’ll be posting a bit slower. Hopefully you enjoy 😊

Pairing: Miles Teller x Y/N

Word Count: 5,500+

Stepping out of your apartment you took a deep breathe in, enjoying the salty air you had come to love. You weren’t originally from San Diego, but a job offer and a few years of living in the city you had officially called it home. You had always dreamed of living near the beach. Growing up, your family would take a beach vacation to somewhere new every year. You grew to love these vacations and associated the beach with some of the happiest times in your life. Always seeing yourself on the coast you never dreamed of ending up in San Diego, nonetheless you loved it.

You found yourself an incredible group of friends. It took a while, but you weaseled your way into their group. They took you in like the stray you were.

Your only issue with the city was how crowded it always was. You thought you knew what you were getting into moving to a tourist destination, but you were sorely mistaken. Places that should be five minutes away take at least twenty to get there. It was an adjustment. One you were still trying to figure out.

Your solution to this problem was to do your weekly errands at the weirdest times. That’s how you ended up in a grocery store at 11 PM on a Saturday night shopping for your weekly essentials. Headphones in you started browsing up and down the aisles only grabbing what you needed.

Everything was going smoothly up until you made it to the flour. Frowning, you realized the only flour left was on the top shelf all the way in the back. One of the drawbacks of shopping at this time? The shelves were never fully stocked. It was a give and take but for your sanity it was worth it. You needed that damn flour too. It was in almost all of your recipes for the week.

Looking up and down the aisle you made sure the coast was clear. Your first attempt was to jump and reach which ended in abysmal failure. Huffing you took a step back trying to reevaluate the situation and come up with a better solution. You realized your only two options were to either climb the shelves or to find an employee. You certainly weren’t going to go find an employee to ask, that defeated the whole purpose of shopping this late.

So, you opted to scale the shelves. Carefully you stepped on the bottom shelf making sure not to crush any of the food in your way. Still, you were too short to reach. Just before you were about to take the next step up you heard somebody clearing their throat from behind. Shit. You’ve been caught.

Realizing you probably looked like an idiot standing frozen on the grocery store shelf you slowly peeled yourself away. Gaining courage, you finally turned around seeing a strikingly handsome man standing there looking at you with an amused expression.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Smiling sheepishly at the man you rubbed the back of your neck out of sheer embarrassment.

“No?” He questioned before continuing, “It looks like you were trying to reach the flour?”

You continued smiling at him, this time your eyes going wide, “Well, it’s exactly what it looks like then.”

“Need some help?” He asked walking closer to you. He towered over your shorter frame. Damn, he smelled good too.

“Actually, I prefer to climb the shelves.” You wanted to continue the conversation, something very unlike yourself. That was why you were here at 11:30 at night, avoiding people.

He snickered, “You sure about that? Didn’t look like you were going to make it.”

“I’ll have you know…” You paused seeing how far back the flour was, you’d have to climb to the fourth shelf to get it. You needed his help. He had almost a foot on you, “I was definitely not going to be able to get it. I would love some help.” You grinned trying to play it off as cool as possible.

You finally got a good look at him when you turned back to admit defeat. He really was quite handsome. With dark curly hair topped with a pair of aviators he nodded, still chuckling at you, before going to get the flour for you. Curious, a pair of sunglasses this late at night. You wondered about the mustache, wasn’t too often a guy your age had one. It worked for him though.

It took all of your willpower not to ogle him as he stretched to reach it. You swallowed hard seeing how fit the man was. His arm muscles contracted as he brought the sack of flower down from the shelf, you tried looking away but were sure you had gotten caught staring. It wasn’t every day you came across a kind and handsome stranger man, your stupid brain just had to stare though.

He handed the flour to you with a smirk dancing on his lips, oh he definitely caught you staring, “Thank you kind stranger!” You gleefully took the flour from him ignoring the obvious tension, “You saved me from starving this week.”

He looked at you curiously when he handed it to you, not responding to your casual conversation.

“Well, thanks.” You tossed it into your cart getting ready to walk away, you never knew how to keep these conversations going.

“I’m Miles.” He stuck his hand out to you looking almost hopeful. Like he too wanted the conversation to continue.

Nodding you took his hand gently, “Y/N. Nice to meet you Miles. What brings you to the grocery store this late?” You asked, attempting to keep the conversation light. You were never very good at flirting with guys. Feeling stupid when they never flirted back with you, you often just simply opted for regular conversation.

Growing up with a house full of boys didn’t set you up for the success you thought it was. With two brothers and all of your cousins being boys, you didn’t have the girls needed to balance everything else. So, you grew up a true tom boy. It was the only way you knew hope to cope growing up around all boys. You constantly got shit for liking girly things, instead of dolls you opted for Legos. You just wanted to fit in with them.

You loved your childhood though. You were truly carefree, having the best of times running through neighborhoods like the hooligans you were. It was a blessing and a curse though. You were comfortable around men you just didn’t know how to flirt with them. Something you thought you’d pick up throughout the years, yet it never seemed to come naturally to you.

“Y/N.” He repeated under his breathe continuing to observe you. It wasn’t intense but you noticed, he was watching you for something, “What do you do?”

 “I’m a zookeeper. Work at the San Diego Zoo.” You answered him without skipping a beat.

“Really?” He perked up, fully peaking his curiosity now.

You nodded excitedly, “I work with the big cats. Mostly the lions, sometimes the jaguars and cheetahs.” People often found your work interesting, but Miles looked fascinated.

The two of you began walking down the next aisle, immersed in the conversation that had just begun, “Super casual.” He spoke admiring how calm you sounded about it all.

You shrugged picking up a box of cereal, “They’re gentle giants. I think my kitty at home is more of an asshole than the cats at the zoo.” You grinned thinking about your kitties. You loved them, more than people most of the time. They really were gentle giants, big sweeties.

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

You laughed this time, “House cats are rude. But so funny. I wouldn’t ever dare live without one.” You stopped grabbing some oatmeal realizing he wasn’t exactly shopping like you were, “I’m sorry Miles, you don’t have to shop with me. You don’t look like you were prepared.” You pointed to his basket instead of a cart.

“Don’t sweat it. This is the first interesting conversation I’ve had in a while.”

Smiling you continued, not letting your self-consciousness stop you now, “Alright, what do you do?”

He paused for a brief second looking a little panicked, “I work in the film industry.”

“What?” You stopped looking him up and down, “Now that’s cool! Not that cats aren’t cool. They’re really actually quite neat animals. But that’s… cool.” You wanted to facepalm yourself for your inability to flirt.

“Shoot, I’d argue taking care of a lion is far cooler than what I do.”

“They don’t talk back which is nice.” You answered nonchalantly wanting to know more but he clearly wasn’t willing to share. You were thrilled he thought you were interesting enough to talk to though. You did not want to push him, so you decided not to dig.

He gave you a genuine smile, a beautiful one at that, “But they could eat you.” He countered.

“You’re not wrong about that one. My cats are far too lazy to even try it though.” You stifled a laugh thinking how Izu, your male lion, made you bring him his dinner the other day instead of going to go get it. They’re pampered, spoiled rotten babies but you love them with your whole heart.

“Your cats?” He questioned. He was digging for more, maybe you’d try a little harder later when he wanted to share.

You hummed in agreement with him, “Izu and Mallie. Brother and sister. We got them a few years back as cubs. I got to bottle feed them and all. Their mom was killed in an accident, and they needed a home. I’m just closer with those two than I am the others. I got to bond with them when they could sit in my lap.”

Miles was an attentive listener letting you ramble on about your job. To be fair, he had asked you a million and a half questions about the job. And you sure did love talking about it, so he let you. He found you extraordinarily fascinating. Even more fascinating to him was that you seemed to not have a damn clue who he was. He found that refreshing, so damn refreshing. You were talking to him like he was just another guy off the street.

You were pulling him in, and you hadn’t even realized it. By simply treating him like a normal human you had broken down a long standing wall he often never let crack. Miles couldn’t believe how normal a conversation with a pretty girl could be.

Truth be told. His ‘relationship’, if that’s what you could even call it, was in utter shambles. He started hooking up with a coworker on set from a previous film with no intentions of actually dating her. His publicist caught wind of his plans and essentially tied his hands and made him maintain a relationship with the woman. She wasn’t terrible she just wasn’t what he was looking for. He wanted to be himself though and that wasn’t happening with any woman in Hollywood.

He wasn’t ever sure he would even be able to settle down now that his name had grown tenfold over the last few years. He was once in a long time relationship, but it blew up after never being able to see the poor girl. She broke up with him after the fiftieth time he had to cancel. He dated around here and there but was never able to find the one. People just used him for his fame and money. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to form a genuine connection with anybody again, people always wanted something from him.

So, chatting with you? It was absolute euphoria to him. He wasn’t lying when he said talking with you was the most interesting conversation he’s had in a while. Sure, being on set he was able to goof off and have fun with his coworkers turned friends every now and then. He knew there was no ill intent with the crew. He just craved an ounce of normalcy every now and then, which never seemed to come.

“Wait, you got to bottle feed lion cubs?” He asked. He thought you might just be the neatest girl he’s met in a long time. The way you described what you did for a living and the way you seemed to love it made him want to know so much more about you. He needed to know more.

“Mhmm! Let me show you a picture. They’re so precious.” You cooed scrolling through your photos to find them. Sure enough you found about a thousand or so pictures of the cubs, “That’s Izu and the pipsqueak beside him is his sister Mallie. She has stayed pretty small for a lion.” You pointed to the cubs grinning from ear to ear.

Miles could feel himself being sucked right into you. He knew he needed to make a move before you finished your shopping. He was sure he hasn’t smiled like this in a while, shooting was grueling.

“Why are you here so late?” He asked you the same thing as you had earlier.

Laughing you continued, “There’s a reason I’m a zookeeper. I try and avoid people. Most people don’t go grocery shopping at 11 o’clock on a Saturday night.

He laughed with you now, “You’re smart. I get to argue with people all day, every day.”

Shaking your head, you picked up a few apples, making sure to find the best ones, “God bless you for it. I’d lose my mind.”

“Sometimes I do.”

“You’re allowed to. That’s human.” Your eyes continued scanning the produce looking for the bananas, “Do you like what you do?” You questioned him this time, it was his turn. You were hoping he’d be more open to sharing now that you divulged half your life to him.

“I do. I really do. Love it actually. Most days are great. Just been a shit week.” He sighed, shoulders deflating a bit. He looked tired, exhausted even.

Forming a tight lipped smile you nodded, “I get it. Want to talk about it?” You questioned cocking your head to the side.

Shrugging he looked at you, “Do you really want to hear about it?”

“I do. You had me yapping this whole time, I’d like to know a little bit more about you Mr. Miles.” You responded while looking for the best bananas, finding it easier to converse when you weren’t staring right into each other’s eyes.

He liked you. He also knew he could grow to like you even more. You were beautiful, seemingly kind, and easy to hold a conversation with. You were kind of exactly what he was looking for. So, he let it go, letting you know just a little bit more about himself, “You know that saying, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong?”

Nodding your head, you turned to look at him, “Murphy’s Law!”

“Yes! That one.” He half smiled at you, admiring your excitement even though it was so late, “Every stunt went wrong this week, a guy almost fucking died. We lost an entire plane, poof up in flames. One of the actors got violently ill. I couldn’t perform…” He stopped his rant suddenly eyes wide realizing he would be giving away what he did, and he didn’t want to do that, not yet anyway, “I couldn’t perform my job because of all the mess ups. Filming is delayed already so that leaves us here in San Diego for who knows how long. Just a week from hell.” He groaned feeling a little relief offloading everything to the pretty girl he’s been talking to for the last forty five minutes.

You gave him the most bewildered look, “What the hell are you filming?” You paused realizing how insensitive that question was after he dropped all of that on you, “Sorry, that sounds like… a lot. That sucks Miles.” You were never great at giving advice. Especially when you had absolutely no idea just how massive it all was compared to your everyday simple life, “But on the bright side. More time in San Diego isn’t the worst. It’s a great little city!” You gave him your biggest and brightest smile hoping it’d cheer him up a bit.

“You’re right.” He admitted, “It’s not the worst. It’s actually pretty great. The women here are really pretty too.” He winked at you sending a fiery flushness to your face.

You tried coming up with anything to say. Something. But your mind went blank. It was like you had forgotten the entire English language in a millisecond. Your lips opened and closed making you look like a fish out of water.

“Thank you though,” He smiled sensing you inability to form a sentence, “Believe it or not, it’s nice to hear that sometimes.”

“Anytime. Glad I can help. Even just a little.” Words finally came back to you. 

Miles was sent into a mild panic realizing you had finished up your task at hand, you were walking towards the registers. The two of you had barely chatted for an hour but he didn’t want you to disappear off into the night. He wasn’t dumb, there was something there.

“Do you want to grab a drink or something?” He broke the silence between you.

“Right now?”

He shrugged, “Why not?”

You bit your lip contemplating his offer. Why not? You didn’t have anything to lose. You weren’t tied down to anybody and it wasn’t often a beautiful man asked you out.

“There’s a bar right by my place. Let me drop all this crap off at home and I can meet you there?” You felt exactly what he was thinking. He was so handsome, and he wanted to get to know you. There was certainly something there, why not give it a chance.

You exchanged numbers. He waited with you while you checked out not even grabbing what he came in here for, deciding he’d just do it tomorrow.

He walked with you to your car. You knew you shouldn’t put this much trust into a stranger but you decided to throw caution to the wind, fuck it.

“Rosa’s at 12:30, got it?” You asked slamming your trunk shut after loading up the groceries.

“Got it ma’am. I’ll see you soon. You really are beautiful.” He cracked a smile as he sauntered off towards his car.

You were thankful the cover of night hid the blush that encapsulated your entire face.

“Now this is a dive bar.” Miles chuckled taking in his surroundings.

“I didn’t say it was a nice bar.” Grinning you looked around at the hole in the wall. Having so many incredible memories with friends you couldn’t help but to adore the place, “I love it here.” You clapped your hands in excitement, definitely not planning for your night to end up like this but enjoying where it was heading. You were fully expecting to go sit on your couch and watch a movie or something when you got home. This was a nice change, a welcomed one. Your life had gotten so boring and monotonous, he was something different and exciting.

“Is it the beer all over the floor or the mold growing over in the corner that does it for you?”

Almost choking on the beer you were sipping on, you shot him a look, “Hey!” Laughing you composed yourself, “Film boy too good for Rosa’s?”

Shaking his head, he leaned closer to you in the booth you were chatting at, “Never too good.”

“That’s what I thought.” You shot him a wink feeling more and more comfortable the longer you spent around him. You too leaned into the table feeling exactly what he was, that pull, “So, what’s your story Miles?” Leaving the question open for ambiguity you hoped he would divulge even just a little to you.

He thought about telling you exactly what he did. Knowing full well he was playing with fire by not telling you. Luckily, the cover of night and your strategic choice of dive bar was keeping him well hidden from any recognition. He fully knew he’d have to tell you sooner rather than later because he certainly planned on seeing you again.

“What would you like to know?” Raising an eyebrow, he flipped the question back to you.

You eyed him as subtly as you could, so curious about this mysterious man, “Well, how’d you get into film?” Starting off with an easy one you took a long, slow sip of beer hoping he’d just give you something.

Clearly reminiscing he smiled thinking just how he got into it, “Honestly?”

You nodded waiting for him to go on.

“The drama teacher at my high school was fine as fuck.”

For the second time in a span of ten minutes you almost choked, not expecting that answer, “You know, that’s the best answer I could’ve gotten.” You didn’t stifle the laugh that came out. He was just getting better and better every time he said something.

He joined in on your laughter feeling elated. There was something about the way you presented yourself that eased him, he felt like he could be his full honest self with you. He didn’t feel like he needed to be prepped when it came to conversing with you.

He had a big problem though, the coworker turned fake girlfriend would be rather hard to explain to you. He was fully aware of just how unfair that would be to both you and her. He didn’t hate her at all, quite the opposite actually. They had grown close as friends, deciding they would rather suffer through it together. Each time they had to go out as a couple though it got harder to fake the lovesick eyes.

Knowing you were rather frazzled he thought it best not to bring it up tonight. Maybe on the next date. Definitely on the next date.

He smiled at you, quickly getting addicted to your laugh, “She was a fox,” He shrugged continuing, deciding to give you the vague details, “And she was good at her job. I got accepted into NYU and graduated with a BFA. I got lucky though and broke into the industry right after school.”

Nodding your head, you took everything he said in. He seemed like he was still not telling you everything which was fine, you couldn’t expect everyone to be as open as you were, “I think that’s amazing. I don’t know many artsy people. Everything is so technical when it comes to animals surprisingly. And all my friends here are either zookeepers or engineers. The conversations can get really thrilling.” Sarcasm was dripping off your voice as you spoke.

“And smart people intimidate me, touché.” He held his glass up waiting for you to cheers with him. You obliged laughing softly at the man who was absolutely riddled with one liners. He was so subtly funny you knew you would be laughing constantly if this were to go further.

“I didn’t say I was smart!” Feeling all too joyful your cheeks were starting to hurt from the smile you’d been holding for a while, “I just have a bunch of smart friends.”

“I don’t think you can do what you do without being a little smart.”

Shrugging you responded, “I just like big cats. Would I know anything you’ve worked on?” You changed the subject back to him. It’s not like you didn’t like receiving compliments it’s that you didn’t know how to receive them. You clammed up getting all awkward. The best way to avoid it was to change the subject.

He bit his cheek suppressing the smirk that so desperately wanted to come out. No, of course not or you’d recognize him instantly. He knew his time was running up, it was a good few hours of normalcy. You were just too curious to let it go, “Don’t think so. I’ve worked on more obscure films.” Lie, a little white lie.

“I’ll be honest with you Miles, I’m not the biggest movie or tv person. I don’t think I’ve been to a movie since I lived at home with my parents like 10 years ago.” You admitted. Of course, you watched a few movies every now and then, but you never got into it like others did. Only going to see the blockbusters you certainly weren’t going to see obscure movies. You liked the big blockbusters, but you could never get into them like the Harry Potter or Marvel fans could.

He nodded understanding you a little more now, “Nothing wrong with that, lots of great films out there though.”

“I’m more of a book person but I believe you. What’s the biggest movie you’ve worked on?” Again, changing the subject back to him.

“Are you going to go watch it?” He leaned even further into the table, your hands nearly touching.

“Of course, I am.” You answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He pondered for a moment. Knowing that if he continued his lie you wouldn’t want anything to do with him. His time was up. Which one did he want you to watch though? Divergent was a little cringy, meant for teenagers. Whiplash was intense but one of his favorites. The Spectacular Now was easy but again, meant to teenagers. He was surprised you hadn’t seen any of them.

“Have you heard of Whiplash?” He finally answered you.

Shaking your head back and forth, “Nope. What’s it about?”

“A drummer.”

“That’s all?”

“I don’t want to give away too much.” He looked sure of himself.

“Okay,” You paused taking another long drink of beer, “I’ll watch it tomorrow. And what was your part in it?”

There it was. He could no longer dance around the subject. He had to tell you. Whatever this was, was likely over. He enjoyed every second of it though, the pure normalcy of it all though, “That’s a great question Y/N.” He delayed the inevitable for a few seconds.

“Chock full of them.” You grinned hoping he’d answer you.

Sighing he set his beer down taking a good long look at you, “Full disclosure. I’m one of the leads.”

You weren’t sure what your face looked like. If there was one thing that you would change about yourself it’s how expressive your facial expressions are. You were your emotions right on your face. The bug eyed look you were giving him surely wasn’t the cutest, “Like as in lead actor?”

The slightest nod and the smallest smile confirmed your question, “Yes.”

“But you said film. I thought you meant like an operator or something.” You couldn’t look him in the eyes. How embarrassing. You were less concerned that you spent the night with one but more so that you had no idea who he was.

He noticed your reaction. How you leaned back into your seat, pulling away from him. How you tensed up so slightly. How you wouldn’t look at him, staring at the bartender instead.

“I left a few details out.”

“A few?” You finally looked back to him not really believing you had managed to find yourself in this situation. It suddenly clicked as to why he was acting to weird and vague. He must’ve been a lot more famous than you initially thought. Fuck, why you? Why couldn’t he have just been an insanely hot man that found you interesting?

“Small details.” Cracking a small smile, he thought you were handling this remarkably well. Way better than he would’ve if he was in your shoes.

Realizing how insane the whole situation was you spat out the first thing that came to mind, “What are you filming here then?” It was still hard to meet his gaze. As comfortable as you felt with him earlier, it’d all vanished. Feeling insecure and slightly embarrassed you played with the water rings your glass was leaving instead of looking to him.

“It’s an action movie.”

“A secret?”

“Afraid so.” He didn’t take his eyes off you. Desperately wanting you to look back at him, even just for a second.

“Cool,” You took a deep breathe finally working the courage up to look at him, “I’m sorry… I.” You paused again tripping over yours words.

Cocking his head to the side he studied you. He wasn’t expecting you to apologize, “What for?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you…” You were in your own head. Completely frazzled. Why would he take his time and spend it with you, a random girl in a grocery store?

He rapidly shook his head, “No, no don’t apologize. Please don’t apologize.” He reached for your hand confusing you some more, but you let him. Your brain wasn’t processing anything at normal speed, “Y/N. This has been one of the best nights I’ve had in… forever. Since I’ve started doing this.” He admitted to you not wanting you feeling guilty in the slightest.

His hands were soft you noticed as he played with your own. You didn’t think your heart could keep up with what was going on. A combination of nerves and realization was sending you into a frenzy. Weren’t you just complaining about having a boring life? This certainly spiced things up.

“Okay,” You gulped looking back to him once more, “I take back what I said earlier. Your job is definitely the coolest then.”

The breath he was holding in finally released in the fit of laughter you had sent him in. He felt the relief wash over him. Maybe you wouldn’t run away just yet.

He squeezed your hand in his sending a slight shiver down your arm, “It has its perks. And its drawbacks. But I don’t want to talk about that.”

“No?” It finally clicked as to why he didn’t want to talk about it. You realized he probably liked not being recognized, not being treated like a god walking on water. You bullshited around with him like he was a random man in a grocery store. He wanted to spend time with you because you treated him like a normal person.

“Nah, let’s talk about something else.” He left it up to you. Maybe he shouldn’t have though, you were back in your head. What the hell were you supposed to talk to a famous actor about?

“What’s your favorite animal? You know mine, I never asked yours.” You too timidly spoke to him. Nervous you were going to do something wrong.

His smile told you otherwise though, “A monkey.”

“Interesting. Favorite sport?” You continued feeling like he had finally given up the mysterious act. Everything was in the open now.

“Football, is this twenty questions?”

“You left it up to me! So yes Miles, it is twenty questions.” Scrunching your nose, you were starting to relax again, feeling oddly normal around him even after he dropped that mini bomb on you.

He chucked, “Fair play. What’s yours?”

“To play, volleyball. To watch, football.”

He eyed you again curiously, “You like football?”

“Mhmm, can’t grow up in the Midwest and not love it.” You smiled thinking of the good old days. Your dad would cook up a feast on college football Saturdays and on NFL Sunday’s you’d all eat the leftovers. You cared far too much about games you couldn’t impact but you loved it. You loved the shit talking it inevitably led to between your family. You couldn’t get enough of it.

“Favorite team?”

“Unfortunately, the Bengals.”

He gave you a look of pity, “That is unfortunate.”

“Rude.”

The two of you continued your bickering conversation throughout the rest of the night, never seeming to miss a beat. You forgot who he was in the midst of it all, falling back into the most casual of conversations between the pair.

Feeling terribly disappointed when the bartender called for last round he could sense your hesitation. You weren’t sure what the next steps were. Did he want to see you again? Did you want to see him again?

He walked you to your apartment in a comfortable silence, bonus of only being five minutes away from the bar. You unlocked your door turning to him, “I had a good night Miles, really.”

He took your hand for the second time that night, giving it another squeeze, “I did too, really.” He repeated you sending your heart rate up a bit, “Busy tomorrow?”

You were excitedly surprised he wanted to do this again so soon, “I do have a movie to watch.”

“I’ll pick you up at eight?”

“Eight it is.”

Like I Can (Part 1)

Summary: After yet another bad date and tired of swiping on apps, the Dagger Squad steps in to help you out by setting you up on a series of blind dates. Much to Rooster’s dismay.

Warnings: fuff, slight angst. Minors DNI

Length: 3.2K

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X Female Reader

(We’re kicking of Valentine’s Day a bit early❣️ Enjoy!)

“I’m all for growing the sport, but Brady buying an MLP team is ruining the integrity of the league. He may be the GOAT of football, but he has nothing on Ben John’s world-class pickleball game,” your date Max passionately states from his spot across from you at the Italian place he had recommended.

Or was his name Mac?

He’d already told you all about the CRBN paddle drama. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had already prepared a PowerPoint presentation on the topic complete with transitions and color-coded charts. He seems the type.

And he had yet to ask you a single question about yourself all evening.

You can tell he is gearing up for the next part of his rant, when your phone lights up on the table, the ringer on higher than you realized.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I thought I had this on silent. It’s my mom, I should probably take this,” you apologize to him, your phone already halfway raised to your ear.

“Hey, kid, how’s it going?”

“Hi Mom, I’m with someone right now. Is everything ok?” You let a little worry tinge the tone of your voice.

“Seriously?” Rooster drolly rasps on the other end of the line, “Are we actually doing this?”

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just realized that there were definitely celebrities who got infected in the last of us which is hilarious to think about. imagine getting attacked by a zombie and your last thought before you die is "is that fucking justin timberlake?"

Can you do some Christmas fluff with rooster? 💕

Sure! Thank you for the request <3 Hope you like it :D

Christmas On Deck

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

Summary: You're stuck at the airport on Christmas Eve and, naturally, you meet a pilot. What's his name, again?

CW: Fluffity fluff with a smidge of angst

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, are you kidding me?” you groan in response to the latest flight delay announcement over the airport intercom. The gate is packed with equally irritable travellers whose flights have been postponed on account of the blizzard. You let out a weary sigh and plop down into the only available seat in your vicinity, which happens to be right next to some dude with a pornstache who’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt – even though your destination is Vermont – and Ray Bans – even though you’re indoors.

“What a nightmare,” you hear him mutter under his breath, his lip curling sideways underneath his bizarre facial hair. He’s got several scars running down the side of his face.

You eye him inconspicuously as he pulls a book out of his backpack, partly because he smells nice but mostly because you’ve got nothing better to do. When he leans back into his seat, his shoulder brushes against yours accidentally. He looks up at you apologetically.

“Sorry about that,” he says.

You give him a tight smile, wondering if he’s going to keep his sunglasses on while he reads. “It’s cool,” you respond. “It’s not your fault we’re all cramped in here.”

He chuckles, trying to squeeze his broad shoulders inward, but his arms still manage to extend beyond both sides of his seat. Finally, he leans forward, resting his elbows on his legs, and opens his book.

For some reason, the low rasp of his voice and the way he seems greatly unfazed by the prospect of being stuck at an airport on Christmas Eve makes you weirdly interested in striking up a conversation with him. “Is it a little bright for you?” you say cheekily, noting that he hasn’t removed his shades.

The man turns his head slowly to look at you over his shoulder. He straightens his back slightly, a small smile forming underneath his ridiculous mustache that, you hate to admit, is becoming increasingly attractive with every passing minute. He lifts his hand to tap on the frame, letting the glasses slide a touch down his nose as he squints at you, studying your face. Instead of answering your question, he poses his own: “You going somewhere special for the holidays?”

“Home,” you say. If you ever get there. “You?”

He takes off his sunglasses and hooks them into the collar of his white undershirt. “Some friends are going skiing,” he says, shrugging.

You nod, not really sure where to take the conversation next, when there’s another announcement indicating that all flights have been cancelled for the rest of the night. You close your eyes in disappointment as the rest of the terminal groans in response to the news. “Great,” you say. “Christmas Eve and Christmas morning at the damn airport.”

The man watches you sympathetically for a few moments before saying, “Yeah, bummer.” His eyes scan your face for another several seconds and then he shoves his book back into his backpack and stands up. “Come on,” he says, motioning with his head for you to follow.

You furrow your eyebrows at him suspiciously, not at all eager to accompany a strange man to an unknown destination, regardless of how good-looking he may be.

He senses your hesitation and extends his hand. “It’s not far,” he says. “Promise.”

You swallow uneasily, putting your hand in his. His warm fingers curl around yours and he gently pulls you out of your seat. He doesn’t let go of your hand once you’re up, holding onto you instead while he navigates the crowd of angry passengers at the gate. He draws you out of the horde and down one of the largely empty corridors of the airport. “Where are we going?” you ask cautiously.

“Here,” he says, turning a corner into a dimly lit room with large windows exposing the flurrying snow outside.

“Wow,” you breathe, taking a step forward when he finally lets go of your hand. You walk toward the window spanning the entire wall from the floor up, watching the storm blanket the terminal, snowing in several parked planes.

Mustache walks up behind you. “It’s the observation deck,” he says, looking out onto the apron with a smile.

You glance up at him, admiring the shape of his jaw, and his neck, and his broad shoulders, and his mustache, goddamnit, and wonder if he’ll ever tell you his name because, at this point, it feels awkward to ask. You grin to yourself and then sit right down onto the carpeted floor, crossing your legs. “In that case,” you say. “Let’s observe.”

The man chuckles lightly and takes a seat next to you on the floor. He unzips his backpack and pulls out a bag of chips. “Salt and vinegar?” he offers, ripping the bag open and holding it out to you.

You laugh. “This is dinner, isn’t it?”

“This,” he says, and then pulls out a box of Ritz crackers. “And this.”

“Yes!” you exclaim, grabbing the box out of his hands.

“And, for dessert…” he adds, digging his hand back into the bag and pulling out another box.

Your jaw drops in your excitement. “Oreos!”

He nods. “I’ve got a lot of Oreos,” he says, pulling out several packages of the cookies.

“Amazing!” you say. “I hit the jackpot sitting next to you, didn’t I?”

He grins, his teeth grazing over his lip as he curls it in. “I was thinking the same thing about you,” he says.

You glance up to meet his gaze, blushing slightly.

He reaches out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You’re really fucking pretty,” he says.

You smile at him, deciding that being stuck in an airport on Christmas Eve isn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened to you.

You spend the next couple of hours eating and chatting. You find out that he’s a pilot in the Navy, that his father died when he was just a boy, and that his mother passed away when he was a teenager. He tells you about Top Gun, about his squad, about how he’s indifferent when it comes to Christmas because he doesn’t really have anybody to spend it with. He even tells you what his favorite food is. What he doesn’t tell you is his name. And he doesn’t ask for yours.

You don’t bother either; what the point? After tonight, you’ll never see him again, so there’s no sense in getting attached. It wouldn’t be the first time you spent the night with a stranger without so much as exchanging numbers. Unfortunately, besides being exceptionally cute, the guy is actually boyfriend material. He’s genuine, and funny, and considerate, and you’re finding him especially easy to talk to. Perhaps it’s because both of you know that, by this time tomorrow, the stranger you’ve shared all your secrets with will be out of your life for good.

This is great. This is therapeutic. This sort of transient camaraderie is what travelling is all about. You don’t build lasting relationships with random people you meet at the bus stop, or at a train station. Why should an airport be any different?

There’s a chiming in the distance and you look down at your phone. Midnight.

“Merry Christmas,” he says.

You look up at him with a small smile. “Hopefully Santa knows where to find us.”

He chuckles while you rub your hands together. “Cold?” he asks, pulling a blanket out of his backpack.

“Is there anything you don’t have in there?” you ask.

He shrugs. “I like to be prepared.” He hands you the blanket.

You unfold it and move closer to him, trying to wrap it around both your shoulders and his.

“Here,” he says, shifting to lean his back against one of the seats and spreading his feet so you could sit between his legs.

You stand up to walk around him, and then lower yourself in front of his body. His hands are on your legs the moment your knees bend, helping you down. His touch sends a shockwave through you, and you glance back to see him looking up at you lustfully. You gulp as you sit down, his hands sliding slowly up the sides of your thighs. You lick your lips, sliding backward until you feel your hips align with his, and then you slowly lean your back against his chest and pull the blanket over both of you. His arms close around yours under the fleece and he lets out a sigh. You rest your head on his shoulder and he lowers his face to press his cheek against your hair.

“This is nice,” you mutter, already warming up as his large hand closes around your arm. His thumb begins to brush your skin as he makes a soft humming sound in agreement.

…

You wake up to the hot sun radiating through the giant windows of the room. You’re lying on the ground with the man you met last night beside you under the twisted blanket, his extremely heavy arm crushing your shoulder. You don’t mind it, though; his sculpted arms kept you warm all night.

You rotate onto your back and he stirs, lifting his hand to rest it over your abdomen as he nuzzles his face against the side of your head.

“Good morning,” he whispers, his fingers gently stroking your stomach.

You smile at the ceiling, your eyes still adjusting to the brightness of the room. “Merry Christmas,” you say.

He sighs and his hot breath bathes your neck. “It is,” he murmurs, his hand tangling in the blanket as he grips your waist to pull you closer.

You shut your eyes, enjoying the very best Christmas present you’ve ever received. But, just when you’re about to turn your head and finally give your companion a kiss, a loud beep followed by an announcement indicating that flights have resumed interrupts the moment.

You exhale slowly, not bothering to conceal your disappointment, and Mustache chuckles into your ear, tickling the side of your face. “I wonder if Santa found us,” he says quietly.

You glance over at his mischievous smirk and sit up. There’s a Christmas tree in the corner of the room that you hadn’t noticed the previous night because it was too dark. Under the tree, there are an assortment of snacks – including more Oreos – that he must’ve gotten from the vending machine overnight. You giggle as you make your way toward it. There’s also a small package of travel socks, a neck pillow, and an airplane keychain. You pick it up, observing that the plane doesn’t resemble any commercial airline.

“It’s a Rhino,” he says, and you look up at him in confusion.

“It’s an airplane,” you respond with a smile, dangling the ring from your index finger.

He chuckles. “F-18,” he clarifies. “It’s the jet I fly.”

“They sell these here?” you ask, although you already know the answer.

He shakes his head and then shrugs. “Just something to remember me by,” he says, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pants.

You blink at him without responding, thinking that his name might also help. But you’ve already decided that it’s best not to know. “Thanks,” you say finally, closing your hand around the tiny plane. “I, uh, didn’t get you anything.”

He grins. “Yes, you did,” he says. “You gave me the best Christmas Eve and morning I’ve had in a very long time.”

You smile back at him. “We should do it again some time.”

He chuckles but his face falls slightly, as though he’s not optimistic about the likelihood of an encore. “Same time next year?”

You hold his gaze for a moment before the intercom blares, declaring that you have ten minutes to get to your plane. You gather the snacks, dispersing them between your carry-on bag and his, and make your way back to the gate.

The attendant calls on the back rows to start boarding and you give Mustache one last look. He squeezes your hand, and you don’t want him to let go, but he does anyway.

“I bet you have a really pretty name,” he says. It must have occurred to him also that there would be no point in knowing it.

“Have a safe flight,” you say.

He nods. “You too.”

Your mouth is taut when you give him a final smile and turn away, but before you make it past the checkpoint, you turn back to look at him again. He waves at you but you step out of the line anyway, going against the stream of bodies desperate to get onto the aircraft. He gives you a questioning look when you arrive before him. “Uh,” you start, unsure how to express what you mean to say. “Not just this flight.”

“What?” he asks.

“You’re a pilot,” you clarify. He narrows his eyes. “So, I just wanted to say, may all your flights be safe.”

He watches you solemnly as you chew on your lip. Then, you throw your hands around his neck just as he wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground in a passionate embrace. He kisses your neck as you sink your head into his shoulder. When he puts you down, his mouth is still trailing up the side of your face, leaving in its wake a string of delicate kisses. He brings his hands up to take you by the shoulders, resting his forehead on yours. “Hi,” he says. “I’m Bradley. It’s nice to meet you.”

You smile, watching the lower half of his face transform when you respond. “Hi, Bradley. I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he whispers, his lips hovering over yours. “I knew you had a pretty name.”

You chuckle briefly, but then his hand starts gliding along your shoulder and up your neck and, suddenly, you’re not in a laughing mood. “How long are you going to be in Vermont?” you ask, closing your eyes.

“How long are you going to be in Vermont?” he responds.

You smile as his mouth connects with yours, as his fingers trace swirls into your cheek, as his tongue drifts along your bottom lip before he catches it gently between his teeth.

“You taste like Oreos and Coke,” he murmurs.

“That’s what you gave me for breakfast,” you respond against his lips.

“I’ll have to do better next time.”

You look up at him after pulling away. “I thought it was perfect.”

He nods, his eyes perusing your face as his hand slips down to grasp yours. “What are you doing tomorrow?” he asks.

You grin. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

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okay so I’m playing with this idea of using Taylor Swift’s album ‘Speak Now’ for Top Gun: Maverick imagines playlist. If all goes to plan the first one should be up within a few days! (Question marks mean I might switch characters) Let me know if you have any suggestion:)

Mine: Rooster x reader

love was never something you saw happening, until you met Bradley. Is it as easy as you think it’ll be?

Sparks Fly: Jake x reader

You were complete opposites. You were a barely stacked deck of card, but he’s a full on rainstorm. Jake can show you how to let go with him.

Back to December: Bob x reader

Visiting Bob after the downfall of your relationship. You broke his heart, can he forgive you?

Speak Now: Bob x reader

You shouldn’t have came to the wedding of the groom you’re in love with. You have one last chance to tell him how you really feel. Hopefully he feels the same.

Dear John: Maverick x reader

You should’ve known that falling in love with an older man wouldn’t work. It was doomed from the start. 

Mean: Dagger squad x reader

No one believes in you. They all think you climbed ranks simply by your last name, Kazanski. You only have one thing on your mind....prove them wrong.

The Story of Us: Natasha x reader (?)

It was suppose to be the perfect love story. Now you have no idea how she feels and it’s driving you crazy.

Never Grow Up: Dagger Squad x Mitchell!reader

The dagger squad loves you like a little sister and you’re growing up too quick on them.

Enchanted: Natasha x reader

After running into a certain avaitor during a night out you just have one question; is she as enchanted as you are?

Better Than Revenge: Bradley x reader

He messed up. You show him what he is missing out on.

Innocent: Maverick x reader

Years passed and you can only hope his heart has grown from when you last saw him.

Haunted: Jake x Reader

You thought you had him all figured out. Even after he left you, his memory still haunts you.

Last Kiss: Bob x reader (?)

A sleepless night leaves you up thinking about a sweet love that you never thought would end.

Long Live: Dagger Squad x reader

A family forged in a small fighter town can never be broken.

I LOVE LOVE THIS!! Protective Bradley is so heartwarming.

Safe and Sound Chapter One: Vodka and Party Tricks

Prologue

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader slow burn

TW: mentions of abusive ex (nothing specific), pining, mentions of drinking, angst

Summary: After running away from a less than ideal situation, you stumble into Bradley while working your first shift at The Hard Deck.

Word Count: 2.6k

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These five guys have totally become brothers from another mother haha… wonder how many selfies of just the five of them they’ve taken together. // Jay Ellis - Glen Powell - Greg Tarzan Davis - Danny Ramirez - Lewis Pullman // Fun anecdote from Glen about their new found family on Top Gun: Maverick under cut.

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My mind is in shambles 😭

I Didn't Know Where Else To Go (Jake Seresin x Reader) Part 5 (Final)

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Hi Angels! I'm back! Sadly, this is in fact the last part of my story. I do have an epilogue coming later this week however. Please go see this post to vote on my next fic.

Summary: Jake Seresin is the person you hate most in the world, until he's all you have left. (idk i'm so bad at these)

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (for a very short period of time) Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace (again briefly. not sure how much of this I'll write), Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: fighting, mentions of blood and injuries, emotional trauma.

Word Count: 3105

No one moved an inch to stop the two, both out of sheer shock and curiosity of how it was going to play out. Bradley had recovered from the punch Jake threw, blood starting to drip from his nose and hit back. Jake stumbled back in surprise before it became a full blown fight. 

Fists were being thrown, your hand was over your mouth in shock. You weren’t expecting any of this. Bradley had Jake on the ground and was on top of him, getting in a few good hits to Jake’s face. 

“Stop, get off him!” You called out. The sound of your voice snapped Jake back into reality, the fight was flipped and suddenly Jake was on top. His face was cold and emotionless as he punched Bradley. At this point you were so scared of what could happen, you jumped into action. You rushed to pull Jake off of Bradley and caught Jake’s elbow to your face as he pulled back for another punch. 

You fell backward with an oof. This caused everyone else to snap out of their shock and trance and Coyote pulled Jake off Bradley. Bob helped you up as Fanboy grabbed Bradley. Your hand wiped at your bloody lip and you looked at Jake. Javy had let him go but his fists were still clenched. Mickey and Natasha had whisked Bradley out of the room and you sighed. Bob looked you over, you nodded at him to let him know you were okay.

Jake was shaking with rage. He wanted to kill Bradley, and he was damn close if he hadn’t been pulled off. How dare Bradley say those things about you after what he did to you. You. The fog in his brain cleared slightly. Jake turned around to find you. You were positioned so that Bob was blocking you while he checked you over.

Bob moved to the side to grab something and Jake’s face fell. He tried to recall what happened that could have given you a bloody lip. A sick feeling washed over him as he realized he had been so caught up in the moment that it was him who had hurt you. Jake’s feet moved before he realized they were moving.

A hand touched your cheek softly, a thumb brushing over your lip. You looked up at Jake. You gasped at the state of his face. There was already a bruise forming on his eye and cheek, blood was dripping out of his nose and the cut over his eyebrow looked rough. The look in Jake’s eyes was haunted.

“Jake, are you okay?” Your voice was shaky. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.” You took the hand that was on your face and pulled him to your office where you kept a first aid kit. Jake was tense and silent the whole way.

Jake sat in one of the chairs across from your desk, watching you closely. You licked your lips, tasting copper as you grabbed the kit and a bottle of water from your cabinet in the corner. Jake was inspecting his knuckles when you walked back over, they were cut and red, bruises were definitely going to form. He opened and closed his fists with a grimace as you set out the things you needed from the kit.

You stood between Jake’s legs, using the water bottle to wet some gauze, gently wiping at his hands. You inspected them, making sure nothing was broken and the cuts were superficial. His mind was racing with ways to apologize for hurting you. He felt like he was no better than Bradley at that moment.

Your hands moved to lift his chin so you could see his face. You carefully worked the gauze over his face, careful not to hurt him. Jake’s hands were on your hips, it felt like they were burning your skin. You were done cleaning his face but you didn’t want to admit it, you didn’t want him to move his hands.

“‘M sorry.” He finally spoke, meeting your eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Jake’s voice was low and raspy, one of his hands leaving your waist to grab the gauze from your hand. Jake pulled you down to sit on his lap.

 You withheld a gasp as you balanced yourself on his thigh. Jake wiped at your mouth with the gauze before throwing it in the trash. You grabbed his hands and ran your fingers over his knuckles.

“It was an accident Jake.” A frown crossed your features. “But why did you start a fight with him? Do you know how much trouble you could get in? You could be kicked out of the Navy for this. And that’s if he doesn’t press charges. You could go to jail, Jake. I’m not worth all that.” You sighed, squeezing his hands. When you moved to get off his lap, he pulled you back down.

“Stop. Don’t say things like that.” Jake’s frown matched yours. “Darlin, he can't just talk to you like that. I had to defend your honor.” You giggled, putting your hand on his cheek. “I don’t know what happened, but when he said that to you I saw red. And then I hurt you, which honestly makes me no better than him.” His voice cracked.

You brought your face closer to his, making sure he was looking you in the eye. “Jake, you are so much better than he is. It was an accident. I swear I’m okay.” You reassured him, putting your forehead against his. Jake let go of your hands, putting one on your cheek and the other on your waist.

“I’m still sorry.” His thumb brushed across your lip. “You got hurt because of me.”

“Jake, stop. It’s okay.”

He slowly moved closer, his lips brushing yours. Your breath got caught in your throat and you put your hands on his chest, gripping his shirt. You felt his heart pounding under your palm, yours was beating just as fast. 

“Tell me to stop. If you don’t tell me to stop right now I’m going to kiss you.” Jake breathed. Your mind was consumed with a struggle. You wanted him to kiss you, no you needed him to kiss you. But there was so much holding you back. You had broken up with Bradley only the night before, up until last night, you and Jake hated each other. Now you were confused.

It took you everything in your power to pull away from him. You closed your eyes and sucked in a breath. Running your fingers through your hair, you opened your eyes again, searching his. Jake’s gaze was burning you from the inside out. He squeezed your hip before dropping his hands.

“Jake I-” he cut you off by standing up.

“Don’t worry about it.” He sniffed, clearing his throat. Jake’s jaw was set. He wanted to kiss you, wanted to be the kind of man who deserved you. Clearly you still only saw him as the asshole who you couldn’t stand. Honestly, Jake couldn’t remember ever feeling so embarrassed,

You sat on the edge of your desk, head in your hands. You sighed and looked toward Jake. He looked upset. It felt like you could see the walls that had slowly been crumbling being built back up.

“Just let me know when you’re ready to leave. I’ll make up the guest room for you. You can stay with me for a while.” Jake started to walk out of the room.

“Wait!” You called after him, standing from your desk. He turned around, raising his eyebrows. “Shut the door please.”

“Ashamed?” Jake shut the door behind him, leaning against it and crossing his arms. You took a few cautious steps closer to him before speaking.

“No.” You chucked dryly. “Everyone has heard enough of my business. I don’t need them hearing what I’m about to say.” You rubbed your hands together, looking at the floor. It took you a couple minutes before you could speak again. Jake’s eyes remained glued to you, fighting the urge to reach out and touch you.

“I want to kiss you. Maybe too much.” You felt your cheeks burning while you spoke. A burst of courage raced through you when you made eye contact with Jake. “Pulling away from you just now was so incredibly hard. But Jake, I just broke up with Bradley less than 24 hours ago. I’m still trying to figure this all out. My life is a mess. I’m a fucking mess.” Tears were flowing freely from your eyes. “You deserve better than that. Let me figure out where I need to go from here. Give me time to heal.”

“Come here.” Jake pushed himself off the door, walking toward you. He wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Tell me when you’re ready.” You nodded against his chest, looking up at him.

“I don’t expect you to wait for me, Jake. I don’t know when I’ll be ready. I don’t want to hold you back from happiness”

“You’re worth it.” Jake placed a kiss to your temple. You squeezed your eyes closed, sighing softly. You never wanted this moment to end. Unfortunately a knock on your office door cut it short. You pulled away from Jake, straightening yourself.

You cleared your throat, calling to the visitor to come in. It left you stunned when the door opened to reveal Bradley behind the door. Jake tensed next to you. You placed a hand on his bicep to calm him down. Bradley stepped in the room cautiously.

Your eyes went wide as you took in his face. He definitely got it worse than Jake. Both his eyes were starting to bruise, more were littering his cheeks and jaw. His lips had dried blood on them and his nose definitely looked a little crooked.

“Y/N, uh can I talk to you?” Bradley stuttered nervously. Jake stepped in front of you, blocking you from Bradley’s view.

“Not a chance in hell, Rooster.” Jake clenched his fists by his side, nearly unable to stop himself from hitting Bradley again. 

“I just need to apologize, Hangman. I swear that’s it.” Bradley’s voice was shaky, nearly begging. Jake started to speak again but you moved to stand in front of him, putting your hands on his chest.

“Jake, look at me.” He turned the glare directed at Bradley toward you and his face softened instantly. “Let him talk to me, it’s okay.”

Jake nodded. “Gotta get some work done anyway.” He walked out of the room, but not without bumping Bradley’s shoulder and shooting him a glare on the way out.

“Can I sit?” Bradley asked quietly. You nodded, gesturing to the chair Jake had previously occupied, sitting in the seat next to it. Bradley sat down, making sure to keep his distance. You grabbed an ice pack that you forgot to give Jake and handed it to Bradley.

“He got you pretty good.” You dryly joked as he put the ice pack up to his eye.

“I’d like to think I got a few good hits in.” He joked back. A silence sat between the two of you for a while. Bradley sighed, setting the ice pack down on his lap.

“I really messed up.” He sighed, shaking his head.

“Understatement of the century.” You muttered under your breath. A pained look crossed his features.

“I’m sorry. For hurting you. What happened, it was never supposed to be that way. I had a crush on Natasha when I first met her. I never had the balls to ask her out when you showed up. You took my breath away. I hadn’t seen her in years until we got called back to Top Gun. And when I saw her again it felt like something was unfinished. I thought what if? So we went for it.” You felt your heart breaking with every word he said.

“So you cheated on me because you thought you might be in love with my best friend. How long was this going on before I caught you?” You kept a blank look on your face and pulled your leg away from his touch.

“Since the day we got called back to Top Gun.” He whispered. “It started out just testing the waters. We didn’t start sleeping together until after you’d moved here with me.”

You scoffed. “I can’t believe this.”

“Baby, please. I still love you. I want to fix this between us.” You gave him a disgusted look, standing up and backing away from him. “Let’s work on us. I promise I’ll never hurt you like that again. What happened with Natasha is over. Love me again and I swear we can be happy. I can make you happy.” Bradley stood up, taking a step toward you. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box.

“I bought you this ring a few months back. I was going to propose when I got back from the mission but then things with Natasha started and I was confused.” Bradley got down on one knee and opened the box. You panicked, shaking your head.

“Bradley, no.” You sighed, shutting the box in his hand. “What the hell are you thinking?” A look of disappointment crossed his features as he stood, putting the box back in his pocket. “Seriously, using a proposal against me to try to get me back? That’s low Bradley.”

“I’m sorry.” Bradley sniffed, offering a smile.

“I know. But I think we both know it’s done. The damage is done. I can’t be with you anymore, Bradley. I think a piece of me will always have some love for you. But I’m not in love with you anymore. And I have to take some time for myself. I hope one day you and I can be friends.” You grabbed his hands and helped him stand. “Just give me time.”

Bradley nodded sadly, squeezing your hands. “So you and Jake huh?” You giggled, looking down at your feet. You shrugged your shoulders, redness tinted your cheeks.

“Something like that. Who knew he could be so nice?” You smiled widely at Bradley who returned your grin.

“You two together?”

“Nah. I need some time to heal first before I see where things go with him. I’m not ready to trust again.” Bradley’s smile faltered slightly at the allusion to what he had done but he quickly recovered.

“I can stay with Nat while we get the house thing figured out. It was my fault anyway. You shouldn’t have to suffer.” You shook your head.

“Jake offered to make up his guest room for me. I don’t want to make you stay somewhere else.” You furrowed your brows.

“Honestly, I don’t think I can live in the house after everything. It reminds me of you and what I did. I can’t wake up and face the remnants of you every day.” He sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

“Are you sure, Bradley? I don’t want to kick you out.” Bradley nodded.

"House is all yours. I’ll look at apartments and get my stuff out of your way.”

“Thank you.” You felt bad about it but you knew you’d need space to heal. You also wouldn't be able to decide what to do about Jake if you didn’t get out of his house. You’re already too tempted to kiss him as it is.

“Can I hug you?” He asked hopefully. You shook your head, pulling your hands away. 

“I’m not ready for that step yet. The wound is too fresh and you just asked me to marry you for God's sake. We can be friendly, Bradley but I can’t be friends right now.” Bradley looked sad as he took a step away.

“Yeah I get it.” He clasped his hands in front of him, looking at you. Bradley was confused about so much right now. One thing he was sure about however, is that he was still madly in love with you. Seeing you pull away from him, watching you start to fall for Jake, that killed him. His heart was breaking more and more. You were the love of his life and his best friend, you’d been there for so long he wasn’t convinced he’d really be able to survive without you.

But he loved you so much he knew he had to let you go. Maybe one day if things were right you’d come back to him, he told himself. Bradley knew deep down that wasn’t true. It hurt too much in that moment to believe anything else, so he chose to suffer silently in his fantasy world for a while.

“I’ve gotta get some work done. But thank you for letting me talk to you. Let me take tonight to grab some of my stuff and the house is yours.” He sent you a small smile before leaving. You sat at your desk and stared at the wall for a few minutes, mind racing. Bradley was your everything for a long time. You two were best friends and lovers. Hearing his laugh would make your day, a smile from him lit up the room. Being in his arms was the safest place you could think of.

Now you wanted to keep a safe distance. You could see a future where the two of you were amicable, maybe even friends. You knew you could forgive him. Even after all this, even after the audacity of him trying to propose to you to get you back, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stay mad at him forever. You just weren’t that kind of person. 

You thought about Natasha. Other than Bradley she was your best friend. You wondered why she, knowing you and Bradley loved each other, chose to do those things with him. You thought you could trust her. You wondered how the rest of the squad was taking it.

And then your mind settled on Jake. The more you thought about him, the more your heart raced and butterflies erupted in your stomach. He was a much better man than you thought. He should have turned you away the night before given your history. But maybe the incessant fighting the two of you did was something more. They say love and hate are two sides of the same coin.

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The Professor |Chapter 11| A Jake Seresin AU

Previous Part | Masterlist | Next Part warnings: age gap (reader is 21, Jake is 35), power imbalance, mentions of blackmail, mentions of raw sex, SMUT, angsty angst, Jake still can't understand how to feel things, slow burn, enemies to lovers. word count: 7k (ISSA LONG ONE I SORRY)

You were sweating in the airport as you stood next to Jake waiting for your luggage to come around. You had decided to spend Thanksgiving with Jake and his family in Texas. It was between that, going home to Aunt Sally’s or sitting alone and eating Kraft Mac’N’Cheese from the box. Also, Olivia Seresin had messaged you on Facebook asking for Vegan dishes to make, and you couldn’t possibly turn down the invite from that. 

“Oh, there,” You said, pointing to the cheetah print suitcases that Lucy let you borrow. Jake nodded and grabbed your bags. You were slightly embarrassed of your luggage compared to the sleek, gray metal of Jake’s suitcases. 

“You ready?” Jake asked, and you looked up at him. If you were being honest, you wanted to run to the ticket counter and find the next flight back to Boston. You had been trying to keep your nerves at bay the whole flight, but Jake could see right through it, “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” You shook your head and went to grab your main bag, but Jake stood in front of you, “Are you sure your family is okay with this? I mean, two out of four-” 

“I could give a fuck less what Nancy and Liz think about you. My mom loves you, and that’s all that really matters to me,” Jake said. He cupped your face gently, “It’ll be okay. I’m not going to let them be mean to you like the last time. Alright,” You nodded and Jake kissed your lips, “Now come on, my parents are waiting.” 

You gulped and grabbed your suitcase, and followed Jake out of the airport. It was easy to spot Jake’s mom, her red hair was teased to the heavens. She was wearing all black, but the white heeled cowboy boots on her feet stuck out. Olivia smiled brightly and nudged the man beside her, who could only be George Seresin, Jake’s father. You sucked in a breath as Olivia ran up to you and hugged you tightly. 

“So glad to see you again!” She said and kissed your cheek before moving to greet Jake. You saw the awkward hand shake between Jake and his dad. Jake hardly ever talked about his dad but from that interaction alone, you could tell the relationship was strained. 

“Dad, this is Y/N,” Jake said, introducing the two of you. He put his arm around you, which gave you some confidence as you held your hand out for George to shake. 

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Seresin,” You smiled and George shook your hand. 

“Jake, help your father put the bags in the car,” Olivia smiled sweetly, “Sit up front too. I want to run some possible recipes by Y/N to make sure she can eat them.” 

“Oh, Mrs. Seresin, I told you that you don’t-” 

“Nonsense,” George said, which made you stiffen up, “She’s been bugging me for weeks about trying a healthier way, and now she gets a test run.” You smiled and Jake looked down at you. He kissed your cheek before grabbing your suitcase from your hand to put in the back of the shiny Cadillac SUV. 

You weren’t sure where Jake got his cold personality from, because Olivia talked your ear off the whole ride back to the Seresin house. Well, more like a mansion. You were in awe as George rolled up to a gated lot, punching in the passcode and the black gate rolled back. You assumed him being a politician meant that they needed some more security. The house was everything that you imagined, a large white house with a terracotta roof, windows from floor to ceiling. There were four other cars parked in the driveway, which you assumed to belong to the Seresin sisters. The house wasn’t too far away from the old downtown, which you made a note to have Jake take you down there to visit some of the little mom-and-pop shops. 

“Everyone is already here?” Jake asked, stepping out of the front seat. He opened your car door, and offered you his hand to take. You weren’t sure if it was the dry Texan air or the fact that his parents were in the vicinity, but Jake was laying on the gentleman-ness extra thick. 

“Liz, Nancy and their families came in this morning,” Olivia said, “Don’t know why they insist on staying here for Thanksgiving, but here they are.” You tried to bite back a laugh but it was useless. Olivia gave you a wink as she looped her arm through yours, “Now, I want to double check that you are okay with eating eggs. Cause I can find a substitute for them.” 

The house on the inside was even more stunning than on the outside. Your eyes looked up at the grand staircase, and at the tall ceilings. A beautiful chandelier hung down that filled the foyer with tiny rainbows from the sun hitting it. There was a welcoming scent of spiced apples and vanilla. You could hear the laughter of children and the call of their names from their parents. 

Your heart filled with a certain grief at the sight of the house, it was a house that your mother dreamed of. You could remember your mother clipping out pictures of houses from magazines and telling you that one day, they would be able to afford one of the big fancy houses in a better community for you. But as much as you loved the Seresins’ house, you wouldn’t trade the house that you grew up in for the world. 

“Sweetheart,” Olivia said, snapping you out of your memories. 

“Huh? Oh sorry,” You shook your head and Olivia gave you a sad smile, “I can eat eggs. It’s no problem.” 

“Holidays aren’t fun, are they?” You shook your head and looked down at your shoes, “Jake used to bring Bradley home, before he patched something over with his uncle. I know that look, it’s the look of missing the people you love. Tell me, what’s a tradition they used to do.” 

You thought back to the last holiday season you spent with your parents. You were probably thirteen, and your father was determined to host Thanksgiving at your house. It had been an utter disaster, which ended with you guys ordering chinese food and watching football. But one thing always remained the same, and that was getting to open one very early Christmas gift to kick start the Christmas season. You told Olivia that and her face lit up with a smile. 

“Not boring her to death are you?” Jake’s voice cut through the living room. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. 

“No, just sharing Holiday traditions,” You said looking up at him. 

Jake had a look in his eye, and you couldn’t quite explain it, but it looked mischievous, “We’re gonna go take a quick nap. We’ve been up early and flying all day.” You looked at him quizzical. You both had slept on the plane, and you weren’t feeling the slightest bit tired. 

“Oh of course,” Olivia said, “Your room has been cleaned, and you should have fresh towels in your bathroom and extra sheets in your closet.” 

“Thanks momma,” Jake kissed his mom’s cheek before grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the stairs. 

“Be down for dinner at 6! Semi-formal!” 

“Yeah, got it!” Jake yelled down as you tried to suppress your giggles. As soon as you were out of eyesight of his mother, Jake grabbed your body and threw it over his shoulder. 

“Jacob!” You scolded. He pushed the door to what you assumed was his childhood bedroom. Jake placed you down softly on the bed, and wasted no time climbing on top of you and kissing you. You sighed into the kiss, as his hands roamed your body, and hiked one of your legs over his hip. Your hands roamed his broad chest before pushing him back slightly. 

“I thought you wanted a nap,” You smirked. 

“I do, but not before I do this,” He leaned back in and kissed your neck. 

“Mhm,” You pushed him back again, “Not going to happen, Mister.” 

“Oh come on!” Jake pouted, “Please. Just a quickie, let me eat you out, something,” It sent a tingle down your spine at how desperate Jake sounded when you shook your head. 

“Not with your nieces and nephews running around. Maybe later,” You kissed him, “I want to take a shower though,” You went to get out of bed, but Jake’s strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back down. 

“Nap first, shower later,” Jake said, letting out a breath and holding you close to him. You knew that it was useless to fight against him, so you relaxed into his hold and ran your hands through his hair. 

You were not entirely sure why a dinner at one’s own house required a dress code, but you weren’t about to ask. Your peaceful nap with Jake had been interrupted by three red-hair Seresin grandkids. Not that you minded, you always loved kids and Jake’s nieces and nephew were the most adorable little beings you had laid eyes on. It was strange for you to watch Jake interact with them with such kindness and gentleness. You had grown used to his angry and snappy attitude towards college students. You wondered if he treated his students the way he treated his nieces and nephews how much better his professor rating would be. 

Jake had laid out clothes for you to wear, something that would get the approval of not only his mother but his sisters as well. He wasn’t worried about you getting along with his father, no one got along with the man, not even his brother-in-laws who like to think that they do. George Seresin didn’t care for anyone else but himself. He was a selfish politician, but a good one. He knew how to sweet talk to the home crowd to secure their vote. Jake saw right through the act every single time. 

“Shh,” Jake had his hand over your mouth as he repeatedly thrusted into you, “There’s little ones nearby.” 

“Jake, shut up,” You groaned, not wanting to be reminded. He chuckled into your neck. You tilted your head back to lean against the shower wall. Jake’s strength once again amazed you as he held you in his arms, fucking you against the shower wall, “Fuck, Jake, please I’m close.” 

“Yeah? You’re close, baby? I can feel you clenching around me,” His hand snaked its way in between your wet bodies and began drawing circles on your clit. You leaned your head on his shoulder and bit down on the skin to stop you from screaming out as the beautiful, white hot pleasure rolled through your body, “Fuck, that’s it, that’s a good girl. Cumming all over my cock.” 

“You fuck me so well,” You cried out. You lifted your head and grabbed Jake’s face with your hands, “Cum in me.” You said looking into his green eyes. Jake groaned as he felt himself release deep in you, hot spurts coating your walls. You moaned at the feeling and kissed Jake’s lips. 

“You think you can stand when I put you down?” Jake asked. Your legs had been securely wrapped around his waist for the better part of twenty minutes. 

“Probably not,” You smiled. Jake chuckled and kissed you quickly. He gently untangled your legs from his waist but kept his arm around you. He grabbed the washcloth from the shower handle and gently ran in between your legs, cleaning up the mixed cum from the both of you. You sighed in content as Jake placed a soft kiss on your lower back. 

“So pretty,” Jake said, “Especially this,” You squealed as he bit the tattoo that was on your ass. The thin line tattoo that read ‘playboy club’  had been a dare from your first spring break as a 21 year old. Lucy and Zeke had a matching one with you, “Such a naughty little thing.” 

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” 

“Oh sweetheart, I-” 

“JACOB!” The crash of the door had you jumping, as Jake rolled his eyes. He gently pushed you against the wall, hiding your naked body with his own. 

“What, Amelia?” Jake sneered. 

“Dad says hurry up, you’re going to raise the water bill,” His sister said, “But I can go tell him that you’re actually saving water.” You bit your lip to try and hide your embarrassment but it was no use as you flushed bright red, “But still, hurry up. James and Mark think they know how to properly cut tri-tip and I don’t want them to fuck it up.” 

“Got it. Can you leave now?” Jake said and looked over his shoulder. Amelia gave her brother a thumbs up before leaving the bathroom. He could hear her talking to what he assumed was to his other sister Kathy saying ‘they are totally boning right now’. Jake sighed and looked down at you, “Well that’s Amelia.” 

About half an hour later, you and Jake walked down the grand staircase, hand in hand. He had put on a pair of black dress pants, a button up shirt with a tie and a sweater. The dress that you wore was simple, and you paired it with an oversized plain sweatshirt. The jewelry that you were wearing was actually a gift from Mrs. Seresin and was laying on the bed when you got out of the shower. Even though you were dressed up, you still felt a tad out of place from his sisters. Nancy and Liz glared at you as you walked into the kitchen, while Amelia gave you a bright smile. Kathlene was somewhere else in the house taking care of her three month old baby. 

“Oh Y/N, don’t you look beautiful!” Olivia said as she came over and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, “Mhm, I knew sapphire was your color. Did Jake tell you that I own a boutique downtown?” 

“No, he did not,” You said and looked at him, “I told him earlier that I want to go visit downtown, I saw a couple shops that caught my eye.” 

“Perfect! You can join me and the girls tomorrow while the boys do some ranch work,” Olivia smiled, “Jake, go help Mark and James. Your father is busy working on starting the smoker for thanksgiving.” Jake nodded and gave you a quick pat on the shoulder before walking over to his two brothers-in-law. Olivia led you over to where the Seresin girls were sitting at, “Do you want something to drink?” 

“Uh, water is fine,” You answered. 

“Water?” Nancy asked, “You’re not pregnant are you?” 

“No!” You said almost too quickly, “I mean, no, I’m not, I just don’t like drinking wine this late. I get headaches and the spins.” 

“Me too!” Amelia said, “We didn’t get the chance to meet properly before, I’m Amelia, the youngest sister, the better sister, the favorite child.” You could see Nancy and Liz roll their eyes out of your peripheral vision, “Jake has told us a lot about you. You’re studying English?” 

Amelia had quickly become your favorite Seresin. She was nice and actually had a conversation with you instead of talking at you or making snide comments the whole time. Maybe it was because the age gap between the two of you was only about six years, so she knew a lot of what you were going through as a fourth year in college. Amelia was also the most interesting sister by far. She had just gotten back from spending six months in Africa at a research center. You could see Nancy rolling her eyes at the way Amelia lit up at the questions you asked.

Jake sat next to you at the dinner table, and Amelia on the other side of you. Nancy, Liz and their husbands sat across from you, and you could feel the stares of the older Seresin girls on you the whole time. The dining room was relatively quiet, save for the gentle conversation that was flowing. Kathlene, her husband and all the kids were sitting in the kitchen, behind the closed door.

Olivia had a strict no children at the dining table rule. Your mother would’ve hated that rule. She didn’t like when your grandmother or aunts tried to push the children into another room. She thought it was mean, and always made sure to make enough plates at the dining room table for the kids to be there. That was one of the things you missed the most about your mother. She had a way of making everyone feel at home. 

Jake must’ve sensed a shift in your emotions as he placed a hand on your thigh. You looked over at him and he smiled. He grabbed your free hand and held it in his. 

“So, Jacob,” Nancy said, setting her wine glass down, “Little birdy tells me that Natasha was in Boston last week.” 

Jake shifted in his seat, “She was. She was there for a conference.” 

“Did she stay at your house?” 

You knew what Nancy was trying to do. She was trying to get under your skin, trying to get you to crack, but you weren’t going to get that satisfaction. You had no idea who this Natasha woman was, or if she stayed at Jake’s house or not. It made you somewhat jealous that he might’ve had another woman over but you brushed it off, as you reached for your own glass. 

“She did stay,” You answered, and Jake snapped his eyes towards you, “She’s rather nice, I kind of like her. And she can make the best. . . oh what was that dish she made? Oh yes! Vegetarian Risotto with red wine. To die for.” 

Nancy clenched her jaw as she set her wine glass down and went back to picking at the food on her plate. Jake couldn’t help the smirk that arose on his face and squeezed your hand. Olivia looked like she was beaming with pride at the way you handled her daughter’s attitude. You smiled to yourself and went back to eating the food on your plate. 

The sun felt great as you sat in the backyard of the Seresin Ranch. It was peaceful, there was a gentle breeze and you could hear the lowing of cattle in the distance. The house was empty, save for the couple of maids that were around tidying up the place for yet another family dinner. Thanksgiving was still a day away and you were already tired of eating family dinners. You just wanted to order a good ol’ vegan pizza and watched reruns of Yellowstone in your pajamas. You had decided to stay back from today’s shopping adventure to work on your end of the semester thesis. Also, today was the day that first rounds of grad school applications were supposed to be reviewed. 

Your whole life you had been working for this moment. The dream that you and your mother once shared, and now you carry on in memory of her. You weren’t sure what you were going to do if you didn’t get into Doctor Hoffman’s program. There was never really a back-up plan in your mind. You knew that Boston had a good grad program, but it wasn’t renowned like Doctor Hoffman’s at USC was. 

The air conditioning felt nice as Jake walked into the house followed by his father and brothers-in-law. He spotted you out in the middle of the backyard. Your hair was golden and shining in the sunlight. He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and drank down half of it in one gulp. He forgot how demanding ranch work could be. George wanted to move most of the cattle from one pasture into the next to keep them close for the winter months. It had been a while since Jake had rode horseback and his thighs ached as he walked. 

“What is that girl doing?” Mark, Nancy’s husband, asked, “Sitting out there like a stone.” 

“It’s a nice day,” Jake shrugged. 

“She’s got some fire in her,” James said, “Liz was telling me all about it.” 

“You could say that,” Jake said, and put his water down, “I’m going to check on her.” 

The men nodded and started talking about the price of cattle as Jake walked out into the backyard. Your eyes never left your computer as he sat quietly beside you. The two of you sat in silence for a while, listening to the world around you. It was peaceful, and Jake liked it. He felt like he hadn’t really gotten a moment alone with you since you got here. Yes the two of you had your own room and bathroom, but it still didn’t feel the same like this. 

Jake moved his body so that you were sitting in between his legs and he was leaning up against the tree. He hummed as he ran his fingers through your hair. He loved your hair, it was always so soft and smelled like pears. His hands worked to make a half-assed braid, pulling the strands away from your face. You told him once how much you hated the hair in your face. You couldn’t quite make out the song that Jake was humming, but it reminded you of a tune that your dad used to play. 

“I got in,” You said softly. 

Jake paused, “What?” 

You looked over your shoulder and then back at your laptop, “I got in. To Doctor Hoffman’s program. . . I’ve been accepted.” 

“No shit,” Jake asked and leaned forward to look at your screen, “Dear Miss L/N, we at the University of Southern California think that you would be an exceptional addition to the graduate program for English majors under the direction and leadership of Doctor Megan R Hoffman. Holy shit! You got in!” 

“I got in!” 

Jake all but tackled you to the ground, his arms wrapping around you as he hugged you tightly. You giggled as he rolled you on top of him, his smile bright as he looked up at you. He gently ran his hands over your hair and brought you down for a kiss. It was soft and tender. It reminded you of the kisses you used to see your parents exchange. There was no rush, no need to quickly remove each other's clothing. The kiss felt different, and it was different. You pulled back and rested your hands on his chest as you pulled yourself up to straddle him. Jake’s green eyes looked up at you, full of adoration and pride. 

“My smart girl,” Jake said, his large hands engulfing yours sitting on his chest, “I always believed you could do it.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes playfully, “It’s true. You’re so smart, Y/N. I knew that you had the potential, that fire in you to make it into the program. I just had to bring it out in you.” 

“By being a dickwad?” 

“Okay, well,” Jake said and you giggled. You placed another soft kiss on his lips, “I am so fucking proud of you. Come on,” He gently rolled you onto the ground, and stood up. He gave you his hand and he pulled you up to your feet, “We gotta go celebrate.” 

“Jake, really it's- PUT ME DOWN!” You squealed as Jake threw you over his shoulder. He made sure that your dress was pulled down as he walked into the house. You giggled as he carried you into the house. 

“Jacob, what on earth are you doing?!” You flushed as Olivia’s voice called out to you. You lifted your head up and saw that she had a smile on her face. Jake walked over to the fridge and looked for something. 

“Where’s that bottle of. . . got it!” Jake said, grabbing a bottle of champagne, “We’ll be at the Cub house,” You wiggled in his grip and Jake set you down on the ground. He wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you in close, “Y/N got into grad school today.” 

You watched as the eyes of the Seresin family lit up at Jake’s announcement. Olivia was the first one to you, pulling you into a tight hug. You melted into her touch. You loved Jake’s hugs, but being hugged by his mother was something different. It made your heart hurt, as Olivia pulled away and kissed your cheek. George even shook your hand and gave you a quiet ‘congrats, darlin’ before Amelia swooped in and hugged you. Even Jake’s nieces and nephews came running to you giving you a hug, just wanting to be included in the celebration. 

“Oh sweetheart, that is such wonderful news! I bet your parents are smiling down on you,” Olivia said. You gave her a tight lipped smile and Jake could tell there was a shift in your mood, “Oh! I’ll make a cake. How does carrot cake sound? I made Jake a carrot cake when he got into Doctor Hoffman’s program as well.” 

“Carrot Cake is fine, Mom. Save it for tomorrow,” Jake said. 

“Let the boy go, Liv,” George said and placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder, “Boy wants to go on to the Cub house for the night.” Jake gave his father a nod and George passed him the keys, “Not a scratch. Got it.” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Be back in the morning. Chores before Turkey,” George said, “Now, go on.” 

Jake smiled at you and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the house and towards George’s shiny white truck sitting in the driveway. You giggled as you tried to keep up with his strides. He opened the door and helped you inside, buckling you up. 

“Do I need clothes?” You asked and Jake shook his head. 

“We’ll be back early,” Jake said and handed you the bottle, “I just want to be able to fuck you how I want and not worry about my sisters kids hearing you.” Jake kissed you and shut the door, jogging around to the drivers side. His words sent a tingle between your thighs as you clenched your thighs. 

The ride to the Cub house wasn’t very long, but it was beautiful. The sun was starting to set a bit as Jake drove down an old dirt road. The Cub house was a log cabin that was tucked back on the Seresin ranch, probably five or so miles away from the main house. Jake was right, it was quiet and away from the little ears that were roaming the main house. Jake parked in the driveway and got out quickly running to your side. He didn’t even let your feet hit the ground as he carried your bridal style to the cabin. 

“Laying it on thick today, aren’t you,” You said and Jake grunted. 

The inside of the cabin was beautiful, and you could tell that it was well maintained. There was a certain warmth about it as you looked at the tall fireplace and at the family pictures on the mantle. Jake set you down on the ground, and you took a couple steps forward, looking around at the house. Your eyes danced over the pictures of the fireplace. You could point out the faces of the Seresin siblings, most of them being during christmas. One picture in particular caught your eye, one of Jake and that familiar stunning woman but this time they were posed on the steps of a church, her in a beautiful white dress. 

“Sweetheart,” Jake called out to you. You turned and he handed you a glass of champagne, “Thought I told them to toss this,” He grabbed the picture from the mantle and flipped it down. 

“She’s beautiful,” You said and sipped the bubbly drink.  

“Yeah, but looks are deceiving. Her heart is ugly,” Jake said and looked down at the glass in his hand, “I don’t want to talk about her. I brought you up here because I want to celebrate with you. . . properly.” 

“Oh really?” You smirked and Jake nodded. He grabbed your glass out of your hand and set it on the mantle. You wanted to protest but you watched as he took a sip of his and then grabbed your throat. You kept eye contact as you opened your mouth and  he spit the liquid in your mouth. 

“Close,” He demanded, “Swallow.” You looked at him and swallowed the drink. Jake groaned and crashed his lips to yours. He tapped at your thighs, signaling for you to jump. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he carefully lowered you to the floor on the white soft rug. His lips went to your neck as his hands roamed your thighs, pushing your skirt up your legs. The straps of your dress fell down  your shoulders, exposing your collarbones. Jake’s tongue swiped across them, his hands coming to pull the top of it down. 

“God, you’re perfect,” His hands easily cupped your breasts, and squeezed them. You moaned out at the feeling as his tongue circled one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth. 

“On the floor, Jake?” You asked, your voice sounding airy. 

“Darlin, I’m gonna fuck you on every single surface in this house,” Jake said and moved his mouth to your other breast. His hand moved in between your legs, gently rubbing at the wet spot already formed between your legs, “So wet for me always. You’re always ready to take my cock aren’t you.” 

“Yes, sir,” You moaned as he rubbed you through your panties, “Touch me, Jake,” You pulled on his hair, making him look up at you, “Fuck me, do something please.” 

“Oh darlin,” Jake cooed, “I’m gonna do more than just fuck you. I’m gonna make love to you.” 

You sucked in a breath as Jake helped you stand up from the ground. He fixed your dress before grabbing the two champagne glasses and bottle, walking you down towards the main bedroom. You stood awkwardly in the doorway as Jake set the glasses down and turned on the lamp, illuminating the room with a soft glow. He looked over at you and smiled, taking your hand and leading you towards the bed. He sat down, and you stood in between his legs. Jake gently lifted your chin and kissed you passionately. You sighed into the kiss, your hands resting on his shoulders. 

You grabbed Jake’s hands, making him stand again and taking a couple steps away from the bed. Your eyes locked on his green ones as you grabbed the bottom of your dress and lifted it up. Jake got the hint, kicking off his shoes and then shedding his shirt. Your dress hit the ground as Jake undid his belt. You stood before him, bare save for your underwear. Jake’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at you. Everytime he looked at you like this it was like the first time all over again. 

Jake reached out for your hand, which you let him take, and walked you to the bed. The two of you laid down next to each other, face to face. Jake gently ran a finger down your body, causing goosebumps to arise on your skin. You felt like you were under a microscope as Jake looked down at your body. You wanted to hide, but at the same time, you liked being on display like this for Jake. 

“You are everything,” Jake said softly, “Smart, beautiful, kind. You are perfect,” Jake shifted his body so he was on top of you, “Truly, perfect.”  

You didn’t want the night to end. It was beyond amazing. Every touch, every kiss, every word that was said was going to be in your memory forever. In between sessions of love making, you and Jake shared stories of your childhoods, the happy times that you both could remember. And true to his word, Jake fucked you on nearly every surface in that cabin. 

Currently, you were helping Olivia set the table for Thanksgiving Dinner. You had spent nearly all morning and into the afternoon working in the kitchen with Olivia and Amelia. Kathelene kept you all company as she tended to her baby. Nancy and Liz were off doing whatever it is that they do, which was probably partaking in small town gossip. The men spent the morning doing chores and cooking the turkeys and duck for dinner. Olivia assured you that there would be something for you to eat that wasn’t straight from an animal. 

“Alright,” Olivia smiled at her perfectly dressed table, “You go get cleaned up, honey. I brought you a little something from the boutique, I think you’d like it.” 

“Thank you, Olivia,” You said, and headed upstairs. 

Olivia sighed in content and then walked down the hall towards George’s office. She knelt down underneath his desk, and punched in the code of the safe and got out a velvet black box that had been sitting there for years. Her next task was to call in her only son to talk to him. Jake was always attentive to his mother, and showed face quickly in George’s office. 

“You called me?” Jake asked. He was already dressed for dinner. Choosing a pair of gray dress pants and a pullover sweater. 

“Yes, sit, sweetheart,” Olivia said, patting the spot on the couch next to her, “You look nice, blue suits you.” 

“Y/N picked it out,” Jake said. 

“She’s got great taste,” Olivia smiled, “You know, I never really ever liked Allison.” 

“Gee, thanks for telling me now, Mom,” Jake rolled his eyes playfully, “Why are you telling me this?” 

“I’m telling you this because you need to hear it. You have a good girl Jake. I can see, your father can see it, and even Nancy, who will argue and fight about it, sees it too,” Jake looked at his mother, “Do not mess this one up, Jacob,” Olivia placed the box in between them. Jake felt his breath catch in his throat at the sight of the box, “You have been hurt before by love, and sometimes we aren’t lucky to get another chance. But by God, Jake, this is your chance. I haven’t seen this happy, lovestruck look on your face since you were seventeen and bringing Allison home for the first time. Hell, Jake, you even look younger. And I bet your heart feels lighter too.” 

“It does, Momma,” Jake nodded, “But Y/N. . . she’s not ready for this. She’s too young. She’s got a life to live-” 

“Then you keep this,” Olivia placed the box in his hand, “You keep this until you know for sure. But I know in my heart. . . that you know she’s the one.” 

Jake was unusually quiet as you sat next to him at the very full dining room table. Both George and Olivia’s parents were there along with several other cousins, aunts and uncles. The drinks were flowing and so was the conversation. You were in a conversation with Jake’s grandmother, Bethany, talking about the history of the Seresin ranch. Grandma Bethany was a sweet woman, and liked to hold your hand while you talked. 

Jake felt like the room was suffocating. There were too many people, too many voices. The ring box that was sitting in his suitcase upstairs suddenly felt like it was going to catch the whole house on fire. Jake hadn’t really had a chance to digest the conversation he had with his mother until now, as he was sitting at the table surrounded by what could be his future. So he proposed to you, and then what. He would have to leave Boston College to follow you to USC. It was not guaranteed that he would find a job, and he could remember how hard it was to stay afloat on a grad student salary. He lived with four other people in a run-down house that surely had asbestos in the walls. 

After marriage, came kids. He looked as his three nephews came running into the room followed by his cousins. He had heard Kathlene and her husband Peter up late at night dealing with their newborn. Jake wasn’t sure if he could handle that. He was too scared of turning into the cold hearted man who sat at the head of the table. Jake couldn’t sit at the table any longer, he felt like he was going to choke and die on his own necktie. 

“Excuse me,” Jake said and pushed up from the table, throwing his napkin on his plate. You looked up at Jake as he made a dash for the front door. 

“I’ll go check on him,” You said and gently excused yourself from the table. 

Jake was half way down the driveway when you got outside. The night air had cooled off, and you wrapped your arms around your waist as you ran after him. Jake heard you calling his name but he didn’t stop as he kept walking towards the gate, towards freedom. He needed to get away from it all. 

“Hey!” You finally caught up to him, and grabbed his arm, “Would you-” 

“What the hell do you want!” Jake yelled, turning around to face you. You took a step back at his brash tone. 

“Are you okay? You just got up and left.” 

“I know what I did,” Jake sneered, “And no, I’m not okay. I left to get away from you.” Jake continued on walking down the driveway, with you hot on his heels. 

“Me? What did I do?” 

“Oh what haven’t you done,” Jake rolled his eyes. 

“What is going on, Jake? Talk to me. You have been off all-” 

“You’re not my fucking girlfriend, I don’t have to tell you what’s going on.” Jake stopped and faced you. His words were like a knife to your chest. Part of you knew that deep down, you weren’t more than just another girl to Jake, but hearing him say it outloud, hurt more than it should. You sniffled and turned your head away from him, “God! This is why I don’t do relationships! You are insufferable right now! I left to get air, to get away from you. What else do you want to fucking know?!” Jake started walking again. 

“I want to know why you keep doing this?”  You yelled after him. Jake stopped, “Why are you so scared to allow yourself to feel? Why are you scared to tell me what’s wrong? Why are you so scared to love me?” The last sentence you spoke was barely above a whisper, but Jake still heard it. And it still made his heart clench. 

“Cause I don’t,” Jake lies right through his teeth.

“You’re lying.” 

“I’m not,” Jake shook his head. 

“Then look me in the eye and say it,” Y/N steps forward, standing toe to toe, “Tell me that you don’t love me.” 

Jake looks her in the eye, “I don’t love you, Y/N.” You clenched your jaw, not backing down from Jake, “I’m leaving. I don’t want to see your face for the rest of the night.” 

You watched as Jake’s frame retreated down the driveway and to the gate. You wiped the tears from your eyes and looked around, seeing if anyone heard what happened. Amelia was standing up by the house, with a sad expression on her face as you returned. She didn’t need to tell you, but she had heard everything, it was the look on her face that gave it away. 

“I’ll tell them you aren’t feeling well and Jake is with you,” Amelia said and you nodded, “He doesn’t know how to let good things happen to him.” She gave you a gentle squeeze on your arm and you went upstairs to the bedroom you shared with Jake. 

It was well past late when Jake found his way home, smelling like the floor of a bar, but he was stone cold sober. He couldn’t bring himself to drink knowing the harsh words that he had said to you. None of it was true, not one single bit. Jake was in love with you. He was madly, deeply, stupidly in love with you. And it terrified him. He had never felt this love before. He wasn’t even really sure what to do with it. It amazed him how his heart could love one person so much like this. 

He stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom, pushing it open. He expected to see the outline of your body under the blankets. The scene that he had played out in his head was that he would come home, apologize, and tell you that he loves you. Instead, he was met with a perfectly made bed and a note laying on it. Jake quickly moved to the bed and picked up the note. 

‘Got an early flight home. Called a cab, don’t worry. Sorry I ruined your night- Y/N 

P.S check the desk’ 

Jake’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked over at the desk. A gift box, wrapped in beautiful white paper with a gold bow sat on top. Jake walked over to it and lifted the top of the box. He hung his head with guilt as he looked at the gift on the inside. Jake had only mentioned it once, that his Shakespear collection was missing one book. And somehow you managed to get him a first edition copy of Romeo and Juilet. Jake gently picked up the book, and held it against his chest.

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I love dramatic Jake

You Are Not Going to Die

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female!reader

TW: swearing, mentions of a burn

Summary: You hurt yourself on accident and Jake finds it funny that you’re such a drama queen. (Based on this request)

Word Count:700

You’re in the kitchen of your shared home with Jake as he and the rest of the dagger squad laugh in the other room. It’s Friday night and that means movies and a home-cooked meal. It’s been a tradition ever since you and Jake officially became a couple and the team could actually tolerate him. 

He became softer when you were around and over time, everybody saw the real Jake Seresin without his cocky demeanor. Turns out, he’s actually funny and pleasant to be around. 

You hear Jake laugh particularly hard at something and lean back to try and peek into the living room. You’re not paying attention to what you’re doing and your hand slips, accidentally touching the pot of boiling water on the stove. 

You hiss and yank your hand back, stumbling into the corner of the kitchen island when you throw yourself off balance. You hit your hip and pain shoots through your ass and leg. “Mother FUCK.” You yell and collapse onto the floor, accepting defeat. 

Jake hears the commotion and jumps to his feet, rushing to the kitchen. He chokes back a laugh when he sees you all but rolling on the floor with your burnt hand in your mouth and the other hand holding your side.

“What the hell happened? Are you okay?” There’s genuine concern in his voice but you can hear a hint of amusement as well. 

“God, son of a- no. I am not okay. I’m gonna fucking die, Jake.” You swear and Jake can’t hold in his chuckle this time. He rolls his eyes and squats down next to you while taking your hand to inspect it. “You are not going to die.” He laughs and you scowl up at him. 

“How do you know?” You ask with a whine and he shakes his head at your dramatic response. “Because I do. What happened?"He asks again and you stop moving, laying on your back to stare at the ceiling. 

You sigh before giving in and answering his question. "I burnt my hand and then fell backward and slammed my hip into the corner of the counter. I’m telling you, this is what’s going to kill me.” You explain while flailing your arms around. 

Jake’s eyebrow quirks and he bends down to pick you up before setting you on the counter. “At this rate, I’ll kill you.” He teases and you kick him in the leg. “It’s not funny Jake. What if I have a third-degree burn?" 

Jake knows that if you were burnt that badly you’d be screaming bloody murder with how much you overreact, but he doesn’t say that. Instead, he gets a cold rag and presses it to your hand with a smile. "I’m sorry, baby. You’re right it’s not funny." 

By now, the rest of the squad has made their way into the kitchen to see what’s going on. They watch as you sit on the counter with a scowl and turn to Jake looking for an explanation. "She burned her hand and hit her side. She’s fine." 

You glare at Jake and retract your hand. "Easy for you to say, you’re not the one who narrowly escaped death just now.” You grumble under your breath and Jake gives you a look to say seriously? You stick your tongue out and hop down off the counter with a grunt. 

Jake cages you against the counter and you avoid his gaze, still throwing your mild temper tantrum. “Come on, darlin’. You know I’m just teasing. I love how cute you are when you’re dramatic.” He says low enough that only you can hear him. 

“Fine.” You relent and Jake presses a kiss to your head before turning to go back to the living room. “Jake stubbed his toe last week and cried.” You blurt out and everybody stops to look at you. 

“Seriously?” Bradley asks while looking at your boyfriend. Jake’s face says all they need to know and everybody howls with laughter. 

“That was private!” He says with shock, his face showing nothing but betrayal. You narrow your eyes and point your finger accusingly. “That’s what you get for saying I’m dramatic." 

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DOCTOR

Bradley Bradshaw x Navy doctor!reader

summary: Rooster has a crush on the base’s doctor

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Rooster had been to the clinic three times this week. It was only Tuesday.

“Doctor!” he called this time, barging through the door with as much grace as a plane crash, “I need help.”

You didn’t even look up from your papers. “I am well aware. Would you like me to refer you to a psychiatrist for evaluation?”

The man only rolled his eyes, walking the familiar path up to your desk. The clinic was empty for the time being, save for you. “Not that kind of help.”

“Oh really?“ You finished a signature, took your glasses from their place on your nose. “Then how can I help you, Lieutanent?”

When you turned your chin up, Bradley Bradshaw met your gaze with a friendly grin. With his tousled brown hair and dark flight suit, you had to admit he was a welcome change of scenery from the white walls and unsettling quiet of the infirmary.

“I told you, you don’t have to call me that.”

You gave him a teasing smile in return. “It’s protocol, Lieutenant, and you haven’t answered my question.”

“Right,” he drawled, gaze travelling over the small number of personal items by your computer. One finger moved to give a hard tap on your Darth Vader bobble head. He seemed to not know exactly what to say, and his next words came out lamely. “I have a headache.”

You almost laughed.

Yesterday, you’d given an aviator fourteen sutures for a gash sustained while punching out during an engine failure, and the whole time, he had insisted he was fine. Then here was Rooster, bringing you, the lead physician at the base’s infirmary, a complaint of a headache. This man would be the death of you.

“I see,” you said, deciding you’d play into the charade. “You know the drill.”

You rose from your desk, nodded your head for him to follow you to one of the empty hospital bed in the corner used for checkups. He did, bounding ahead of you in long strides and sitting heavy on the white sheets.

He looked at you at face level now, brown eyes expectant in a way that made you busy yourself with gathering your instruments. A blush crept its way over your cheeks when you felt his gaze follow your movements. You quickly washed your hands then drew closer to examine his head.

“Have you had any in-flight complications recently?” You asked.

Your fingers ghosted through his hair, and you could’ve sworn Bradley shuddered.

“No, ma’am.”

“Any unusual physical activity?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Nausea? Vomiting? Dizziness?”

You were running a hand gingerly over the back of his head now, meaning you had drawn closer, and Bradley turned his chin up. For a beat, your eyes met, and you hurried to focus back on your job, pushing away the warm feeling in your belly and the troublesome thought that he smelled like Old Spice.

Bradley’s look was knowing, almost amused. “None of the above.”

“Have you experienced a head injury?”

A pause.

“Would it count if I fell head over heels for you?”

You pulled back, trying–and failing–to hide the smile tugging at your lips. Bradley saw and smirked.

“Not unless you lost consciousness,” you answered. “Now, follow my light.”

You tested his vision, his reflexes, everything you needed before taking a final step back. You had enough to make your diagnosis, and your expression was somber.

“Well, Lieutenant, I have good news and bad news.”

Bradley’s brows rose. “I’ll take the bad first.”

“The bad news is that I am certain your headache is caused by spending far too much time around Hangman,” you said, “and I’m afraid I can’t remedy Lieutenant Sersine’s entire personality.” Bradley let out a loud laugh, the kind that filled the room. It made you smile. “The good news is,” you pulled a small bottle from your coat pocket, “I have Tylenol.”

Bradley grinned. “You’re a miracle worker.”

“So I’ve been told.” You shook a white pill into your hand and held it out. “This should kick in in about thirty minutes. Consider yourself cured.”

Halfway to taking it from you, Bradley stopped, curious eyes glued to your outstretched left hand. When he spoke, you could hear his surprise.

“Haven’t seen that here before,” he murmured. “Were you always wearing that?”

You followed his gaze to the wedding ring on your finger, a simple band and diamond that glimmered under the white lights.

You shrugged. “I usually have it on a chain when I’m on base. But it’s been a slow day, so I figured it’d be safe for doing paperwork.”

Bradley hummed and took the pill, swallowing it dry. He began to stand.

“Must be one lucky guy,” he said.

“Oh, he is,” you replied, leaning a hand on your hip. “Though sometimes he’s one lucky pain in my ass.”

Bradley’s brows rose a good bit, and he looked like he suddenly needed to make a hasty exit. “Right. Well, thanks Doc, I feel much better now, but I gotta get back or Maverick’s gonna have my head and then it’ll hurt even more.”

Bradley hurriedly gave you a salute before turning and starting towards the door. Behind his back, you rolled your eyes and called after him in a singsong voice. “Goodbye, Lieutenant Bradshaw.”

Bradley paused with his hand on the door and looked relieved to know your annoyance had been feigned. He shot you a boyish smile.

“Goodbye, Doctor Bradshaw.”

“I was kidding, you know,” you added, gesturing around the clinic. “You can come visit me any time you want. The Navy knows we’re married and Mav was at the wedding, so you don’t need to make up excuses.”

“Yeah,” Bradley turned away again, the door slowly starting to close, and raised his voice enough to reach you, “but where’s the fun in that?”

HOW IS THIS LEGAL?!?!

MILES TELLER Men’s Journal (2015)

Miles Teller as Lt. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw in

TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022)

All He Knows - Rooster Bradshaw

AN: Hello! This is my first official writing for Top Gun/Bradley Bradshaw! Any feedback or love would VERY appreciated:) 

       Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw wasn’t sure of a lot of things in his life. He wasn’t sure if he would make it back from the uranium mission. Or if his father’s best friend, Maverick, and him would ever get passed their differences. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to get passed those differences, just yet. He didn’t know or even understand if his friends truly loved him or just stayed around for their job. No matter how badly he wanted to believe that they saw the good man and pilot he tried to be, he couldn’t be sure. Hell, he didn’t even know if there was much more than just being a pilot about himself. All those years of putting his career at the frontline didn’t leave much room for anything else. No relationships passed a night in bed, or even a “please come home” before his missions. He wasn’t sure if was worth it to be honest.

    Against all of his doubts that creeped, there was one thing Bradley was sure of. Since the day he met you, he was without a doubt surely never going to let you go. Within everything he had, Bradley would give you his all. He was sure that he wanted to see your face every morning, whether it be smeared in your makeup from the previous night or smooched against the pillow with light snores pouring out. He wanted to be the person you ran to with good news or cried to with bad news. Bradley wanted every single one of your midnights filled with dancing in the kitchen or stumbling home from the bar. The way your eyes light up when he surprises you with your favorite candy. 

     Bradley knew that he was unsure about almost everything in his life, but you. There would never be a doubtful thought that you were it for him. You are the only thing he wis sure about. 

More Hearts Than Mine Part 8

In which you spend Christmas and New Years with your family.

Series Masterlist

Mood Boards

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x afab!reader

Word Count:5.1k

A/N: Im making a mood board for this that ill add later. Also, I will be waiting here patiently for the wave of comments and messages because yall are going to scream.

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Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: Actions don’t always speak louder than words as you tell Bob you love him for the first time.

Disclaimer: As an avid Swifite, I eagerly listened to songs from Taylor Swift’s newest album, Midnights, and the song, “Sweet Nothing,” inspired this particular piece. I’m a softie for Bob and a softie in general, so I took great delight in writing this one😌

Listen to “Sweet Nothing” here.

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His hands firmly grip the steering wheel while his eyes are solely focused on the road, vigilant of his surroundings. You sit comfortably in the passenger seat and admire him from there. Sometimes, you can’t believe you’re fortunate enough to not only have encountered such a handsome, warm, observant, sensitive, and loving man, but also to have someone who appreciates everything you embody.

As you relish your time together, you recall the poem currently tucked away in the inner pocket of your purse. Bob cooked you breakfast earlier that morning and even though you offered several times to assist him with preparing the meal, he denied your requests. Instead, he encouraged you to select something for the two of you to watch once everything was ready. With his back turned and his attention primarily on the stove, it was easy for you to briefly sneak into the other room and quietly open the desk drawer to retrieve a blank piece of paper along with a pen.

You peeked around the corner to confirm he was still occupied and were pleased to find him in the midst of adding more batter to the waffle iron (which he recently purchased after you shared waffles are your favorite breakfast food). Once you returned to your spot on the somewhat lumpy couch, you put your pen to paper and it seemed to assume a life of its own. It glided across the paper as the words came to you effortlessly and when you reviewed the collection of words, you were satisfied with the finished product. You neatly folded and placed it in your purse only to be told moments later that breakfast was served.

Now, you’re mulling over when to share this piece of writing with Bob. It’s probably better to wait until he can provide you with his full attention as he needs to remain alert while driving. However, you fear some of your confidence may dwindle if he’s staring at you while you’re reading it, so you decide to do it now.

“Bob?”

“Hmm?” he responds while glancing at you momentarily from the driver’s seat.

“There’s, um, something that I-I want to share with you…if that’s okay.” You avert your gaze and suddenly become interested by a small tear in the seat beneath you.

“Of course. What is it?” he asks smoothly.

“Well, it’s…uh, it’s a poem.”

“A poem? One that you read recently?”

“No. I, uh, I actually wrote it. I wrote it for you.” You turn your head slightly to gauge his reaction and observe a rosy tint decorating his cheeks.

“F-for me?” he clarifies. “Really?”

The uncertainty in his voice tugs at your heart.

“No one’s ever written me a poem,” he admits and it’s evident that he’s touched by the gesture despite not having heard it. You’re baffled by this information because if possible, you’d have 100 poems dedicated to this man, enough to wear out the ink in every pen you own because words almost fail to do this man justice.

You move to unzip your purse so you can take out the carefully folded piece of paper, but Bob’s voice interrupts you.

“Do you mind waiting until we’re home? I’m afraid I won’t be able to listen as well. Plus we’re only a few minutes away now.” He offers you a tender smile, the one that is capable of forming goosebumps on your skin and making your heart hum in contentment. How can you deny him? Not when he’s given you so much.

“Sure,” you agree and feel the butterflies in your stomach flutter in a frenzied manner as you count down the minutes until you’re back at his place. He makes the final turn into the lot and you feel as though you may jump out of your skin. You steal a glance at him before you two get out of the car and see a hint of a smile on his face; you know it’s in anticipation of the words written for him and only him. You hope you don’t come to regret sharing this with him now.

Once you’re inside and the familiar scent of his place greets you, you catch him looking at you expectantly.

“Here, sit down,” you instruct gently and sit beside him. The crinkled paper quivers in your hands and Bob notices this because he places his hand upon your thigh. He shoots you a small smile, wordlessly urging you to proceed. You clear your throat and read the following words that you had only formulated hours before aloud:

Ordinary was never meant to be mine

Normalcy and the expected are quite dreary, I find

Perhaps others were right in that I was asking for too much

But then again, they’ve never felt your incomparable touch

That fateful day we met permanently altered my life

And seemed to trivialize past obstacles and strife

For I had found more than I could conjure up in my mind

A man greater than lofty fantasies, one that is truly divine

Your warmth engulfs me, a coziness that cannot be replicated

Enough to shield me from pain, former hurt eliminated

Our intertwined bodies, breathing you in

My refuge is in your company as we touch, skin to skin

Your words and heart are unparalleled

You showed me your true self and as a result, I fell

With you in my life, there is no longer a void

Because I am in love with you, Robert Floyd

You lower the paper from your eyes and muster the courage to make eye contact with him even though you’re fearful of his reaction. What if he thinks your feelings are premature? Maybe he’ll be overwhelmed. Perhaps he’ll decide that you two need to slow down and put things on hold for the time being.

But when your eyes meet his, you take in their misty appearance and although his sensitivity is not novel, you didn’t expect your words to elicit such a reaction.

“Y/N…y-you love me?” he asks in quiet disbelief.

You nod.

“That…that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard,” he reveals and you feel your breath catch in your throat. “And I-I love you.”

“You love me?” you ask, mimicking his own question.

He nods while smiling and adjusting his glasses. “I do and I have for a while. I just, uh, I didn’t know when the right time was to tell you and I didn’t, you know…want to mess this up bec-“

You clutch his hands in yours. “I didn’t want to mess this up. I thought the poem may be a bit much,” you say shyly.

“A bit much?” Bob repeats. “No. It’s-it’s everything.” He leans forward and kisses you so sweetly that you swear your limbs may liquify.

When you come over the next night after work, Bob asks you to grab his watch that he left on his nightstand while he cooks dinner. You wander into his bedroom only to find something else there, too: the poem you wrote him encased in a sleek, sturdy frame. The grin that spreads across your face almost strains your muscles and you pluck the watch from its place on the nightstand, continuing to grin as you make your way to him.

“One question for you, Bob Floyd.” You dangle his watch in front of him. “Was this merely a ploy so I’d see my framed poem?”

“I can’t give away all my secrets,” he teases before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into him, affirming how special it is to be loved by Bob Floyd.

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The ghost watching as Shane fights air after not having any entertainment for centuries

You know what, I want a fic where the reader makes their way through the group but they don’t know so they’re all secretly cocky about it and eventually everyone puts two and two together and realizes they’ve all been bamboozled bc there’s not a single member of dagger squad I wouldn’t fuck at least once

top gun as text posts: (1/?)

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Welcome to good ole West Virginia!

I wonder if the Supernatural Fandom can get this Impala to drive all across Tumblr.

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in NYC right now. Where to next? 

Chicago, IL!

Sam: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Bucky, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

Happiness Will Come To You.