Fictionist & Fancy Free

Historian and writer. This is more fun than my real job. I write for adults.

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Hey all- it’s been a minute!

It’s been a fun two years writing on Tumblr (and more than a decade lurking) . And now it’s time for a re-brand!

What started as a Top Gun: Maverick blog only has now expanded. I love our favorite Navy fliers, but it’s time for some new friends and new stories.

So what’s next?

Currently, I’m working on the following:

Baulder’s Gate 3: Astarion x reader (female); Raphael x reader (female)

Requests open for:

Baulder’s Gate 3

Supernatural

Good Omens

Top Gun: Maverick

Lord of the Rings

The Hobbit

Pirates of the Caribbean

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In a reading mood? Check out the list of all my things!

Top Gun Maverick:

Hey-O, It's me!

Hey new friends- longtime lurker (seriously, I don’t want to get into how long I’ve been on tumblr), new poster/writer. I used to write for

Thanks for the follows, the comments, the requests, and the space to express. More coming soon ❤️

xx- M✨

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Hey can you message me? I have something important to tell you about to your account , but i cant send you a message because i got spammed :(

Good opportunity to use this ask and tell people

This is a scam-tactic. Do not reply or dm back such accounts.

Been seeing the same copy-paste messages across tumblr in comment sections, but this is the first time I get one of them in my ask box.

Such messages may also say “I can’t dm you and I don’t know why???” at the end

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Yup. If you interact they will send you a fabricated "screenshot" of incriminating evidence about your blog, along with emergency time sensitive instructions to save your blog before it's too late.

Just block and report.

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Oh yeah forgot to even explain the scam, thank you

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Just got one of these. Stay safe, friends.

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Ghoulishly Friendly

A Drabble on something that happened essentially while I played BG3, cast a new spell and went “oh shit, THATS what that does?!” Enjoy!

Warnings: language, some implied something

Pairings: implied Astarion x Tav (female)

Requests are open for BG3!

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“I do enjoy the rain,” Tav says quietly, watching as droplets land and fall on nearby leaves, their weight shaking the bush but by but as the droplets fall to the muddy ground.

“It does give a bit of a respite.”

She turns to look behind her with a small smile, Astarion’s nose all but buried in a book. His red eyes are darkened in the tent, the tome in his hands holding all his attentions.

“If I wanted to spend time with a bookworm, I could have gone to Gale’s tent…” she teased lightly. She looked back out at the rain, the gentle tapping of it on the canvas of the tent soothing in a way that she hadn’t realized she missed.

She held her hand outside the flap of the tent, the water droplets clinging to her fingertips and then dropping off to the ground below. Finally bored of her rainy entertainment, Tav leaned back on the makeshift floor of the tent dramatically.

“Do I need to wildshape into a book for you to pay me any mind?”

Astarion tsk’d at her, waving a hand as if to shoo her away. She felt a momentary flicker of hurt at being dismissed but instead decided to go and see what the others were up to.

Wyll, Karlach, and Lae’zel had gone out hunting needing to get a break from camp and needing to release some frustration at not killing recently. Tav pulled her cloak over her head and ducked out into the rain heading for Gale’s tent.

“Gale?” She called quietly, the rain falling harder around her now. She pulled the clock tighter around her. The wizard quickly appeared in his tent’s opening with a grin.

“What a surprise! Come in! Any longer out there and you’ll drown!” He let out a hearty laugh and ushered her inside, helping her out of her cloak and down onto a set of lush pillows and blankets. She grinned.

“At least someone is happy to see me,” she mumbled with a smirk. Gale raised an eyebrow.

“Was Shadowheart not-“

Tab shook her head. “She had a long day yesterday, so I’m pretty sure she’s curled up asleep with the owlbear and Scratch…there weren’t any lights on in her tent so I figured it was best to leave her be.” Gale nodded thoughtfully and then sat down near her.

“So what do I owe such a pleasant surprise in our current wet predicament?” Tav laughed as Gale smiled through his sentence.

“Astarion has apparently grown weary of my companionship and is finding his love of books much more intriguing,” she teased. “So for once, Gale, I need you to not talk about books to me.”

Gale’s face broke out with a grin and another laugh. “How about a little bit of weave practice to distract you from your rebuffing?” Tav grinned and nodded.

The two continued to access and play with segments of the weave, a purple-ish hue lighting up the tent. Small iridescent glowing butterflies flapped around Tav as Gale sought to make her relax and ignore Astarion’s ignoring of her.

Tav was working on a small projection of the night sky when Astarion all but ripped open the tent flap, his usually perfectly coiffed hair wet and dripping as he stated at the two of them wildly.

“I can summon undead ghouls.”

Tav’s projection vanished, the butterflies fluttered out of existence as Gale and Tav stared at Astarion. Had he been human he would’ve no doubt been panting and tense. His eyes were a bit more wild than usual.

“That’s…great?” Tav ventured, turning to look at Gale for backup or additional commentary. Astarion cut her off.

“No. Like *now*,” he said voice frustrated. Tav was on her feet with Gale behind her. Their heads stuck out of the tent flap to see four undead ghouls traipsing around the camp.

The snarling and gurgling noises they made were horrid and off putting and Tav turned to Astarion expectantly. “So un-summon them.” He looked at her like she was insane. Of course he had tried that! He turned to Gale who immediately understood.

“Going to take a bit more finesse than that, I’m afraid,” he said, pulling on a cloak and following Astarion to his tent, needing to see the source material to figure out how to undo the summoned.

Tav simply stood in the rain with all four ghouls fixated on her. “Sit.” She said and the ghouls obeyed. “Oh nine hells, we’ve just added more pets to camp,” she looked back up into the rainy sky. “Go away?” She tried, but they didn’t budge.

Suddenly, after some murmuring and a comment of “*THE* book of Thay?!” a sickly green light illuminated the tent and the ghouls disappeared into thin air. Gale and Astarion emerged, the later looking almost sheepish.

“Aw, and I had just named them and started teaching them tricks,” Tab laughed, ducking back into Astarion’s tent and handing the book to Gale. “You best hold on to this. I think we’ve had enough distractions…” She grabbed Astarion’s hand and pulled him out of the rain.

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I just realized that many many people have jobs

Rb with your job, wtf do you people do while offline???

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All You Could Want (Baulder's Gate 3) pt. 3

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Raphael x reader (afab), no y/n

Rating: Explicit (descriptive sex, cursing, mature themes); This chapter contains descriptive sexual themes!

Plot: Raphael is known for his deals. You were one of those deals. What happens when you become more than just a signature? What happens when others intrude on that relationship?

You hadn’t thought of yourself as particularly well hidden, but when the group from earlier traipsed into the library and began badgering the archivist, you were only too keen to keep to the shadows. As they browsed the collection, no doubt planning some sort of heist, you realized, you caught some of their conversations.

“I’m serious- there’s something else here that’s not infernal,” a male voice almost pleaded. It was met with an over excited woman’s commentary.

“Astarion, we’ve been over this- that’s Hope!” she laughed, a fist slugging him in the arm. The white-haired man scowled and rolled his eyes.

“No, there’s something else. I feel it too,” the small voice of the other woman almost startled you out of hiding. You continued to lurk in the shadows, excited but also terrified at the thought of being caught by these intruders. To his credit, Raphael hadn’t scared you away from them- he assumed you would be partaking in another fantasy in your room while he dealt with the adventurers. He hadn’t expected you to be on a reading kick. 

Soon after the conversation ended, you slunk back to your room, careful to not cross paths with anyone- alive or otherwise. As you closed the door behind you, you felt a scalding hot touch on your shoulders, whipping you around, your back pressed into the dark oak of the door.

“Where have you been hiding, little mouse?” he questioned, knowing full well of your time in the library. You felt the words stuck in your mouth, not sure if you had committed an egregious error or if Raphel was just in one of his moods. He smirked and you realized it was the latter with some relief. You shrugged and felt his hands start to slide down your arms, fingertips flitting over the sides of your chest and your ribcage. You couldn’t help the shiver that followed. Your eyes slowly began to close but shot open as he pressed a searing kiss to your lips, his tongue taking control of your mouth as you let out a small gasp. Your hands immediately were tangled in his hair and you took a great deal of delight in the growl he omitted as you pulled harshly at the nape of his neck. 

Raphael broke the kiss and picked you up effortlessly. As he tossed you on your bed you saw him transform into his true cambion self. Initially, you had been a bit concerned about how everything would work, but over time you had adjusted to this and thought it only fair- you wanted him to enjoy this just as much as you did. In your momentary pause, you hadn’t noticed that not only was the cambion in front of you naked, but you were as well. You laughed and then immediately found Raphael between your knees on the bed.

You rolled your eyes, “You know you don’t need to- ohmy fuckkkk,” you heard him chuckle, the vibrations forcing you to almost clamp your legs, but they were held open by long, clawed fingers. His glowing eyes should have filled you with terror, but, as his crown of horns rested on your lower stomach and his tongue effortlessly licked your wet slit, you couldn’t fight the needy moan that escaped your lips. You felt the claws start to dig into your thighs and you couldn’t help but squirm as his tongue and lips teased you everywhere except where you wanted him.

“Raphael, please,” you almost didn’t recognize your pathetic whiny voice as you writhed under your devil, his laughs now louder against your thigh as one curled finger replaced his tongue. You thought in that moment that you had seen stars. No matter how many times the two of you found yourselves having sex, mind-blowing was the only word that came to mind. Fuck Harleep and his commentary about Raphel being bad- you had decided that maybe Harleep wasn’t into just giving all the time. 

The unwelcome thought was jogged completely out of your memory as you were suddenly flipped on top of Raphel. He smirked up at you, the disappointment of the almost arriving orgasm clearly on your face. This was the only torture he was willing to do to you, and you were grateful. You placed your forearms against his chest and leaned in for another kiss, your dripping sex sliding up and down his member preparing him for what was next. 

You heard that beautiful moan that only you could elicit from him and broke the kiss, sitting back up and aligning him to your entrance. It felt like an eternity as you sunk down, the ever-present sting and stretch slowly fading to indulgence as your favorite portion of the evening occurred. You stilled yourself, Raphael completely sheathed inside of you and waited. He was quick to catch on and his hands that had found purchase on your hips began to tighten, the claws threatening to break skin. He groaned, deciding to play along.

“What deal do you want this time?” he ground out, his hips trying desperately to buck further up into you, but you held him still, “More riches? More exotic clothing? More servants? More power?” he rattled off the last few deals he had made on the material plane, hoping he’d say something you liked. You smirked, trying to keep the facade of the powerplay up.

“You know what I want, devil,” you smirked and raised yourself up the tiniest bit, slowly lowering yourself back down and getting a strangled groan. He grunted, clearly annoyed and shook his head.

“Do not push me, my little mouse. I can have you at any-” he threatened but your finger to his lips silenced him.

“You know what I want,” you repeated, much slower and with a much sweeter tone. A small smile threatened at the corner of your mouth as you saw the realization of the game flicker in his eyes. You sat up straight, arching your back slightly as you continued your request, now with Raphael fully on board.

“I want you to pledge your unwavering and undying love for me, for all eternity.”

Both of you knew there was a joke to this, but still your eternal demand made his cock twitch inside of you. You stifled a moan and steadied yourself against your thighs that were now burning as you waited for his concession. He smiled genuinely, a treat reserved for only you.

“My dear, you always have and always will have my love and devotion.” Each word was spoken with such sincerity and purpose, it was easy to forget the current predicament you found yourself in. Your slight pause gave Raphael the moment he needed and he flipped you under him, still buried inside of you.

“Now, my eternally beloved,” he growled against your neck, giving you goosebumps, “let me show you the extent of my love.”

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It wasn’t often that you blacked out after sex with Raphel, but this had been a particularly vigorous session, your legs and core already aching, small scratches decorating most of your body. You blinked slowly as you came to, Raphael lounging languidly beside you. He raised an eyebrow and smirked, you snuggled closer into his side, earning a light chuckle.

“That was…spirited,” you said quietly, earning another breathless laugh from the cambion. You looked up, studying his face. He had been so busy lately and you felt pathetic practically pining for him in his absence. He placed a kiss on the top of your head and sighed contentedly. 

“I have some good news, my dear,” he started slowly, always the one to build up drama. You waited expectantly, used to the storytelling aspect of the devil next to you.

“I may soon become in the possession of some newly acquired land and space across a variety of different material planes…” he knew the words would instantly bore you and delighted in the droning buildup he was accomplishing. “With this extension, there comes not only a certain amount of real estate, but also a new office-”

You cut him off, your impatience bubbling, “political or otherwise.”

He smirked, a clawed finger tipping your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “My dear, how would you like to become Queen of the Nine Hells?”

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A/N: It's been forever. I'm back on my bullshit :) Enjoy!

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All You Could Want (Baulder's Gate 3) pt. 2

Part 1

Pairing: Raphael x reader (afab), no y/n

Rating: Explicit (descriptive sex, cursing, mature themes)

Plot: Raphael is known for his deals. You were one of those deals. What happens when you become more than just a signature? What happens when others intrude on that relationship?

“I still don’t understand why we are going through with this!” Gale whined, “I’m not exactly too fond of breaking into devil’s lairs and trying to steal precious artifacts from them.” 

Astarion rolled his eyes, “You wouldn’t be saying that if you were still eating the fucking artifacts…” he muttered under his breath, shooting Gale a glare before continuing to explore just outside the new portal that had been created. Gale opened his mouth to rebuff the vampire snarky commentary, when his mouth closed abruptly.

A small, dwarf-like apparition appeared in front of the group, her crazed commentary immediately drawing all to her plight in the House of Hope. The group listened and transformed, attempting to break in and steal more than just the Orphic Hammer. Hope, as she was called, made mention of freeing her physical form before leaving- she also teased something about a new visitor, but it seemed that only Astarion caught the comment.

As they traipsed through the ominous and tortuous halls, the group was faced with more than just the cruelty of the cambion they were after- they saw the absolute destruction of the human soul. Entities around them begged for freedom, some screaming, some crying, but the most hauntingly awful ones only begged half-heartedly, already resigned to their eternal damnation. Astarion felt a tug on his once-beating heart, he could imagine the pain, but blocked it out best he could as he continued towards the library with Gale, Shadowheart, and Karlach. 

This certainly wasn’t the group he was planning on joining with his newfound freedom, but he was glad to have at least a few other damaged beings along with him for the ride. As he rounded a corner, a small flutter of fabric caught his eye in the darkened hallways. He held his hand up to stop the group, Karlach all but crashing into him as he did so. She gave him a sheepish look and shrugged as he rolled his eyes.

“There’s someone here,” he held up his hand to silence Gale while he finished his thought, “ and she,” he emphasized, “does not smell infernal.”

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When you awoke, your room had transformed back to the way it always was. Reds and golds decorated the high-vaulted ceilings all the way down to the ornate floors. You smiled and stretched a hand over your head as you let out a satisfied yawn. The bed, no longer opalescent, but now scarlet red, was just as comfortable as it had been before you had gone to bed. With sleep still heavy on your eyes you sat up slowly and then noticed the figure standing with his back to you.

You tried to stifle another yawn, but failed, a chorus of chuckling meeting your sleepy facade as he turned around, hands clasped behind his back as he looked you over, enjoying and basking in your humanness for a moment.

You gave him a heartfelt smile. “Good morning,” you said quietly, eyes now bright. He couldn’t help the smirk that now decorated his face.

“I should think that any morning where I get to see you wake up like that should be,” the honeyed words were sweet, but you saw the honesty behind them. He continued, “I do hope you enjoyed your little paradise yesterday, “ you nodded happily, reminiscing of the warm pool and seaside breeze. He hummed in approval. “I knew you would. I do hope you are rested and looking forward to another day here…” 

His voice trailed off a bit as you noticed he stepped closer to the bed, the mattress shifting under his weight as he sat alongside your legs. You nodded and sat up on your knees, leaning in a bit closer to him. He smiled and wrapped you in his arms, the warmth emanating from his skin was deliciously hot as you felt his hands slowly glide up and down you back, pulling you closer to him. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in and immediately smelling burnt wood and cherries, and you let out a small yelp as he quickly changed positions and you found yourself on his lap.

“Raphael! You startled me!” you couldn’t help the almost girlish giggle that escaped your lips. To him, it was sweeter than any wine, more delicious than any torture- your laugh was the one thing keeping you here, safe, in the cambion’s arms. You smiled, pressing your forehead to his and closing your eyes.

“Tell me that today you will be able to spend time here today...” you quietly begged, cracking an eye open to try and convince the man under you to agree. He smiled- you liked his human smile, even though you knew there was another more natural side to his being. The wrinkles around his eyes were clear to see up close and you wanted to kiss every one of them to make him stay. He chuckled, his chest and shoulders shaking under your forearms as they found purchase around his neck.

“I’m terribly sorry, apple of my eye, there seems to be a bit of an intruder issue that I must attend to,” you noticed the slight snarl on ‘intruder’ but decided to let him finish his thought, “‘tis nothing more than a few rodents, I’m sure.” You smiled, deciding to forego mention of your experience from the night before. After all, he was already on their scent- surely that would make for the end of any issues.

You smiled sweetly and kissed his nose, pulling your forehead back and then finding your lips completely captured by his. He tasted of aged brandy and hot smoke and you couldn’t help but melt into his grasp as his hands now traveled up your sides. He pulled away far too quickly for your liking.

“Soon, my dear, “ he promised, standing and effortlessly placing you on the bed, “soon.”

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You had spent your morning as you usually did, lounging in the pool, reading, trying to learn and enact certain spells that you had read earlier (it was all going horribly), but you continued to entertain yourself until Raphael’s business was wrapped up.

As you went to the library to return yet another spellbook, you noticed voices emanating out from the main foyer. The table that once held a feast was now empty, but the chairs were filled with four others and Raphael’s back was to you. You quickly tried to pull yourself behind the pillars, not wanting to be spotted, but remained endlessly nosy about the intruders. 

You immediately recognized two from the intrusion in your room, but you noted that what you had thought to be a barbarian male was clearly a woman and she appeared to be on fire. The other two men were dressed in shabby clothes, as was the small woman to the left of the cambion. You craned your neck to try and hear their dialog, only picking up a few comments here and there. 

“We can make this so much easier,” you hear Raphael’s business voice ring out, “a simple contract. You get what you want and all you have to do is return something small to me and the end of your quest.” You saw the others in the group look at each other, debating in hushed tones. You watched as Raphael pretended to pick at his nails, allowing the deliberation for a bit before he grew impatient.

“Or,” he interrupted jarringly, his aggravation palpable, “I could end all of you for breaking into my home uninvited.” He stood, his hands slamming to the table, causing you to jump and cover your mouth from an inevitable squeak of surprise. You quickly pulled back fully behind the pillar, but not before the small white-haired woman caught your eye. You dared not look back at the group as deliberations continued- you slunk back to your room as fast as possible, terrified of interrupting Raphael’s business dealings.

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“My dear,” his voice was smooth like velvet as he interrupted you walking around the room, a book in one hand, an apple in the other. You paused your steps, finished your paragraph and looked up at him adoringly. He couldn't help the slight swell he felt in his chest at your glance.

“My dear,” he started again, walking towards you, “I am sorry to have kept you waiting for my time; my business seems to have taken far too much of my attentions,” he snaked an arm around your waist as you stood, still poised with a book and fruit in hand. You smiled. This was nothing new. 

“I do believe I owe you time in paradise, and soon I will be able to accomplish that like never before,” he stepped behind you, your back flush against his chest, soft lips pressing searing kisses to your neck and shoulders. You dropped your hands to your sides, barely holding onto the items grasped within, and closed your eyes, leaning your head back against his shoulder. He chucked and you felt your body laugh along with his. His fingers traced your collarbone and rested flat across your decolletage, his pointer finger and thumb lightly at the base of your throat.

“I am sure if anyone can accomplish that, it’s you,” you sighed. Raphael felt his ministrations pause as he took in your sincerity. You were not just another contract to him. Sure, you fit the bill- wandering hero, monster-slayer, desperate to make mankind better, but unable to do so without sacrifice and help. It was in all those years of watching you and offering contract after contract that Raphael decided to help tip the scales in your favor during a battle or two…he also may have helped a bit in prepping you before negotiations and by offering you some extra health and strength when yours was spent. 

Raphael closed his eyes, breathing in your scent, as he remembered watching you for that long decade. Denying his wishes, making him go mad with fury, worrying about your pathetic life span- he had become a cambion he didn’t recognize. His memories began to float back instantly. 

It wasn’t until Harleep’s incessant teasing stopped that he knew he was in trouble. He had fallen for you- a mere mortal with a savior complex. 

It was then that he knew what he had to offer: you for the rest of humanity. 

You took the offer far quicker than he expected. He didn’t think the frequent visits over the years had done much to win your favor, but as he watched you pick up the infernal quill to sign over your life, he saw how much life had taken from you. The bags under your eyes, the sullen cheeks, the ragged and messy hair- you were still a vision to him and his hands longed to embrace you, but he saw the damage that fighting and saving had done.

It was at that moment that Raphel did something he had never done and vowed to never do again: he amended a contract for your benefit. The signing over of your life to him would now include restoration to your previous healthy body eternally and forgotten memories of the harshness of your previous life. You were completely unaware of this contract- you believed what he had told you- he had saved you from certain death at the hands of those who wanted to kill you.

You were also completely unaware that after 5 days of caring for you and altering your experience within the House of Hope, Raphael destroyed the contract. You were free to leave at any point. He had felt nothing but damaging fear the first fortnight (or the first 12 years you were with him-time no longer held meaning), but he slowly trusted that you wanted to stay. 

“So what paradise will you be conjuring up next?” Your sweet, dulcet voice breaking Raphael out of his reverie. You imagined far away places and exotic smells and designs you had only ever read about. You imagined animals and treats you had never seen before. You felt his thumb tap at the base of your neck, humming quietly to himself.

“What if the next paradise,” he purred, “is real?”

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All You Could Want (Baulder's Gate 3) pt. 1

Pairing: Raphael x reader (female), no y/n

Rating: Explicit (descriptive sex, cursing, mature themes)

Plot: Raphael is known for his deals. You were one of those deals. What happens when you become more than just a signature? What happens when others intrude on that relationship?

Drip drip drip…

You watched as the water slipped down to the tips of your fingers and hung for a millisecond, the dripping orb catching the light before it plummeted down into the warm water of the tub. The ripples from the drop joined the rest of the swirling water, the sounds all melding together as you dipped your hand in again and repeated the process.

It wasn’t unusual to find you lounging in the warm pool, but you were grateful that, thanks to some well-timed begging and a sly smile, you were able to convince him to change up the scenery a bit this time around. Where once long, heavy scarlett curtains had hung around the room now stood simple short muslin that blew in a fabricated breeze. The garish and overbearing gold gilding that surrounded the room had turned to blend into the ceiling, which now looked to reveal a seemingly endless blue sky. 

You smiled and closed your eyes, your nostrils immediately filling with the smell of sea air and sand- your favorite. You opened your eyes and saw a devilish grin on a man standing at the opposite end of the room, his eyes raking over your naked form. You tried to suppress the annoyance, but a bit eked out in your tone.

“I’m really in no mood for your nonsense today,” you opted to go with that instead of “bullshit”- you were trying to be nice in hopes that it would dismiss him faster and you could go back to enjoying your very fake, but very relaxing holiday. Unfortunately, Harleep was in the mood for games.

“My darling,” the incubus purred, the fake face he put on was that of the master of the house, “I just wanted to check and see how you were enjoying yo-”

“Harleep,” you interrupted firmly, placing your back against the side of the pool, your arms resting on either side of you, head lolled back on the edge, “As I said, I’m not in the mood.” You kept your eyes shut as you heard him tutting to himself. You could practically see him shaking his head back and forth, frustrated with your lack of interest in him but also enjoying the long game you seemed to be playing. What you weren’t anticipating was the sudden slamming of a door.

Your eyes snapped open only to find that the incubus that interrupted your paradise had vanished, slight sparkling flecks catching your eye, alerting you to his last location. You looked towards the door that had suddenly been thrown open and saw no one. It was then you barely heard his voice over the running water.

“Leave her alone, Harleep.”

The door then closed, no other words uttered. You swam to the otherside of the pool, some of the newly conjured greenery blocking your view from the door, hoping to get a glimpse of him. You felt your heart fall a bit as you realized he hadn’t even stepped foot into the room- he hadn’t looked your way or even spoken to you. You shook your head, trying to shake the disappointment from your thoughts, floating back and staring into the sky-like ceiling above you.

You weren’t exactly sure how long you had been floating, but the tiredness behind your eyes and the rumbling of your stomach finally became too much to ignore. You delicately stepped out of the pool, grabbing a luxuriously soft towel, beginning to dry off. As you stepped off the cool tile surrounding the pool, you noticed the rest of the room- the tile had turned to a plush soft carpeting, the muslin curtains now allowed in a scent of bergamot and raspberry as the view outside became a darkened night sky with twinkling stars catching through the thin fabric. On the far wall, there stood a soft lavish bed that was covered with an opalescent satin comforter, far less pillows on it than there were normally, but the details and needlework becoming clearer as you stepped closer.

A small package was on the foot of the bed- the red satin bow holding it shut was a stark contrast to everything surrounding you, but a strong reminder of where you were. You sighed, fingers that had just been playing with water drops now gently caressing the blood-red ribbon. You noticed that the overall light in the room had severely lowered, cueing your unconscious that it was time for bed (even if your stomach protested). You pulled on the ribbon and, as it unraveled, you couldn’t help but feel that familiar leap in your stomach as you saw the delicate dressing gown folded neatly inside.

Long enough to kiss the floor, you immediately disrobed and slipped into the stunningly sky blue dress, humming as the coolness of the dress touched your warmed skin. You couldn’t stop the quick spin you indulged in, your wet hair dripping slightly being the only reminder of your earlier escapades. You dried it as best you could, limbs heavy, but still determined to find some sustenance before heading to bed.

You approached the door that had been opened earlier with caution- you didn’t want to disturb anyone, but you also would have been lying if you said you hoped you weren’t going to get caught. 

The large door silently opened for you and you slipped out, the magic being sucked out of your lungs as you did so. The gloriously flowy blue dress turned red and matched the carpeting and wallpaper that now surrounded you in the hallway. The widows that adored the curved hallway only showed the ever storming red skies of Avernus. You smiled- of course it was only in your private area that this magic worked. 

You passed the library and gave a microscopic nod to the archivist, which he returned and then turned back to his work. Everyone in the House of Hope was decent to you- friendly was a bit of a stretch, especially considering this was literally Hell, but decent was all you were looking for. Your feet padded quietly around the eternal debtors, their dead eyes locked on everything except you, nothing but a lilting melody following you through the halls. 

Your hand came into contact with the ornate golden knob and as you pushed the door open, you casually glanced over your shoulder, spotting a sumptuous feast spread out across an intricate carved maple wood table. The large fireplace cast shadows all over the room, but the chairs, though empty, were pulled out from the feast. You thought about stepping towards it, but felt a soft breeze pushing you towards the kitchen changed your mind. 

You closed the door deftly behind you, startling a bit when you turned and saw Korilla staring at you. You gave her a kind smile and she rolled her eyes. You continued towards the cabinets, searching out something to quell your hunger, and were pleased to find some potato scones and a bottle of Calliyrran wine. You picked up the items and added them to a small nearby basket, wanting to take your modest feast back to your room. Korilla had stopped eyeing you as she ate some porridge-like substance out of a thick wooden bowl. You quietly observed the sadness and exhaustion on her face. 

As you started out the door, grabbing a few buns and pastries before you left, you looked at her once more, dark circles under her eyes and a blank stare that went through you. You reached into the basket and pulled out a small treacle tart, placing it next to her and offering her the smallest, but kindest smile you could muster. She looked down at the tart and then back up at you, the smile she offered barely reached her eyes. You nodded and headed back to your room, unsure of what to make of the interaction.

As you stepped inside with a half-eaten sunflower seed bun in your hand, you froze. The door closed silently behind you, but you felt a presence in the room. You thought about calling out at Harleep for trying to scare you, but something stopped your voice from escaping. You heard rustling near the pool at the other end of the room and quickly slipped into the shadows of one of the darkened alcoves near your bed. You gingerly placed the basket of food at your feet, the bun betwixt your fingers offering some type of moral support as your eyes scanned the room. 

“No one will be allowed in, except for you, pet,” you remember him saying, your memory chanting the words over and over again to try and dispel whomever or whatever was in the room. It was then that you saw them- a group of men, varying sizes and colors, skulking around your room. You felt the hot anger boil in your hands, this was your safe place to exist and thrive. The issue was- you weren’t exactly sure if you were upset with the intruders or him. 

Almost as quickly as you spotted them, they were gone. They had stuck their hands in your pool, commenting about ‘healing’ and ‘cold’; they had looked around and remarked about the long curtains and the iron windows. You looked around and saw nothing but your paradise- darkened blue sky littered with stars, plush carpeting, a white bed. You stepped out of the alcove and towards your bed, the basket now in hand, as you realized this was all to hide you.

You smiled at his ingenuity. He had promised to save you. He had promised to keep you safe. You were young, naive- but at least smart enough to know that he wanted something out of it. You remember the contract, you remember feeling your blood boil in your veins with anticipation and excitement as you watched his eyes light up as you signed. You remember him bringing you here- well, not exactly. You remember waking up here, the scars and bruises a faraway memory as your skin had completely healed itself, seemingly overnight. 

You smiled at the memories with nothing but fondness, slowly beginning to eat your feast and preparing for bed.

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A/N: MAN. It's been FOREVER. Enjoy and on to the next soon :)

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Back in the Cockpit, pt. 1

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader (no y/n, callsign is Voodoo)

Summary: An old pilot friend of Nat's comes to town to party away some of her stress, but decides to get more tangled up than she intended.

Warnings: Everything is Mature, I'll mark explicit. Swearing, drinking, 18+ only.

A/N: I seem to have a few fluffy things going on at the same time. This is not one of those :) Let me know if you'd like to see more than just Hangman involved.

"Nat! Nat! I swear to GODDDD, I know you can hear me!!" You banged a bit harder than intended on the bathroom door, the sound of a woman on the other side humming to herself, wholly unphased.

"I'm sorrrrrryyyyyyy," you groaned and slid down the door. No sooner had your ass his the floor than the door behind you opened, laying you out halfway into the bathroom. An amused Natasha looked down at you, smirking.

"You're sorry for..." she prompted.

"I'm sorry for saying that F/18's are the stupidest planes."

"...and?"

You groaned and closed your eyes, throwing your forearm over your face in agony.

"AND," you growled, "Navy pilots are better than Air Force."

Nat grinned and all but slammed the door in your face.

"Get in here and brush your teeth, loser. Can't have you reek of Air Force bullshit if you're coming out with me tonight..."

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You looked down at yourself, pleased with the choice of attire: short, distressed jean shorts and a white tanktop. Nat had chastised you for wearing a bright red bra under it initially, and now, seeing not just pilots but a few higher ranks, you were glad you had listened to your old roommate.

"Oh good, they already took over the pool tables in the back. Want a beer?"

You looked at her incredulously which earned you a hard shove to the arm. You rolled your eyes and pushed past her, heading to the very full bartop. As you waited, you looked around, shocked that one a Wednesday night it was this crowded. When Nat finally appeared next to you, you were pleasantly surprised that you jumped the list to get your drinks.

"Thanks Penny. Oh, this is an old friend of mine from way back. She ended up abandoning the Navy to fly with Chair Force," Nat made a gagging noise and Penny laughed as you took her hand in a polite shake.

"My disdain for water meant the Navy didn't care if I could fly- they cared that I wouldn't land on a boat," you offered, earning another laugh.

"You might be the sanest one in here," Penny muttered, giving you a wink and handing you both pints, the condensation already dripping down in the warmth of the bar. You nodded and raised a glass to her as you then turned to Nat.

"You sure you want to do this? I could tell horrible awful stories about you in boot and all about that one time with the rear admiral's son and-"

She knew you were rambling and was quick to cut you off.

"- and I could tell them about your summer spent with the same rear admiral's son. Dude, relax. Just work colleagues bonded over trauma and terror. Besides, how often if it that I actually get to see you? If they suck, we'll leave and get drunk and watch Law and Order or something."

You rolled your eyes, but took a deep breath. You weren't exactly know for having a ton of friends around. Once the party girl now the military pilot, you were known for getting a job done, celebrating the job well done, and then going home to decompress. Only Nat seemed to be able to bring you out without the prerequisite of a job.

You hadn't realized that you had been slowly shuffling through the crowd behind Nat and you had finally landed at the pool tables in the back.

"Yo Phoenix! Who's your friend?" mixed immediately with "Hello, Legs! Haven't seen you around here!" "Please GOD don't be military!"

Phoenix shot the crew of three off to your right a death glare. You'd late learn that the very harmless catcalls were from Fanboy, Payback and Coyote. You smirked, grateful for the somewhat warm reception. What you weren't anticipating was seeing another friendly face that you recognized.

"Bob!" The entire group froze, two pilots parted away like the Red Sea to reveal a very embarrassed WSO sitting on a barstool, his beer gripped in two hands, glasses starting to slip off his nose. In a few quick strides you had entered into the pit of Naval aviators and were hugging a now standing Bob.

You were sure of the blush on his cheeks and confirmed it as you pulled out of the tight hug. He smiled with a gulp and the softened under your gaze.

"Nice to see you again, Voodoo," his small voice piped out. Your callsign got a few head turns and someone groaned "oh god, she is military...."

"So, Bobby boy, you gonna introduce me to your friends?" You looked around the group that was now surrounding you, smirking at Nat as she sipped on her beer, happy to see you settle in so quickly. Bob quickly stumbled through all the callsigns around you and you earned a few overcharming responses from Harvard, Yale, Fanboy, and Rooster.

As you started to answer a few questions about your background and how you knew Nat from training before you transferred branches, when you heard a voice near the bar that caused everyone around you to groan.

"Well, well, as I live a breathe...Bobby's got a cute little thing here, doesn't he?" He clapped Rooster on the shoulder who immediately shrugged off and sidestepped away. You watched in amusement from your perch, splitting the small stool with the WSO.

"S-she's not with me, Hangman."

"Yeah, she's with me."

Nat's voice rang out, but the tall blond gentleman in front of you didn't move his eyes from yours. He quirked an impressed and amused eyebrow, but never wavered in his gaze.

"Good for you, Phoenix. Glad you finally found someone who can make you happy." Your met his smirk and rolled your eyes. You noted the Texan drawl that oozed out of his lips and soon found yourself staring at those rather than his emerald eyes.

"Name's Voodoo," you automatically roze up, hand outstretched, a coy smirk on your lips. His hand quickly engulfed yours as he looked down amusedly at you. You treated him to one more gratuitous eye roll before striding past him with a small shove of your shoulder.

"Move it, Hangman, I've got another beer with my name on it and you're in the way."

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It became abundantly clear that even though there was training tomorrow, this crew knew how to drink. You were pleased that you hadn't stopped laughing after your second beer. You had officially gotten worse at pool (much to Nat's enjoyment), but your dart skills had gone up a bit. After some friendly drinking wagers, you decided you needed some air.

Your head started to swim a bit as you leaned against the railing, watching the moon reflect in the crashing waves, the rest of the world looking nothing but black. You sighed- you had been in Colorado as an instructor lately and missed the ocean. Your sabbatical break had led you all over, but you were most excited to be back with Nat and near the water again.

"Hey there."

You whipped around on instinct, ready to clock whoever had just interrupted your nice drunk time with the ocean. It wouldn't have been the first bar fight you had been in, but, no longer being 22 meant it would hurt a lot more in the recovery. You were met with the same arrogant blond as before. You couldn't help the relief you felt, but you showed it as nothing more than a smirk.

"What do you want, Bagman?" You opted for Nat's nickname for the cocky pilot. He chuckled, but didn't more, standing almost too straight. Your face softened a bit and you would forever blame the beer-ga-rita that Coyote had convinced you to try.

"What do you-"

You hadn't even gotten the words out when, in two quick steps, Hangman closed the space between the two of you, hands on either side of your chin, lips smooth and hot against yours, noses pressed together tightly. Normally, this would've earned him a hard box to the ears or at least a slap and a kick to the groin, but your body reacted faster than your brain.

Your hands flew into his hair and immediately deepened the kiss, his tongue searing and tasting like beer against yours. You couldn't help the small moan that escaped when one of his hands dropped down around your neck, fingers imperceptibly tightening. He logged the information away, smiling into the kiss.

You both pulled away breathless, his hair looking disheveled, eyes blown to be almost black, cheeks tinged pink. You noticed quickly that both of your heaving chests were in sync and that one hand still rested near your throat. He started to caress your throat and you fought the instinctive reaction to close your eyes.

It was then that you heard your name called from inside the bar. The reality of your situation and location was flooding into all your senses. You took a step back from Hangman, a quick flash of fear shared, and then he turned to the balcony and you started in for the door.

"Where the hell you been?!" Nat laughed, the loudness of her question betraying the drinks she had consumed. You laughed, blocking her from going out to the patio.

"Right here! Just needed some air, Nat, no worries."

She paused, not sure if she believed you, but after a side hug and you starting for the door, she tuned out the voice in her head. She knew you were working through some things (career-wise, life-wise, love-wise), and she knew it better to give you some space.

As long as you weren't jumping in bed with someone again.

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The Vice Admiral's Niece

Summary: At a yearly Navy dinner, Vice Admiral Simpson decides to bring his niece to get her out of the house after a breakup. She isn't thrilled until a certain aviator catches her eye all night.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader (female, she/her pronouns, no y/n) Warnings: The usual. Everything is Mature, I'll mark explicit. Drinking, swearing, sexual innuendos. Mention of a breakup and of parent death-nothing graphic. ----------

"I don't know how you do these things," her voice was strained as she came down the tall flight of stairs. Her dress was a bit too tight for her comfort zone, the dark emerald satin starting to feel more like a noose wrapped effortlessly around her body. Her hair was done in a new way and a bobby pin was doing it's damnedest to continually poke into her brain.

"Honey, I don't have time for the whining, just get down here," Cyclone rolled his eyes as his recently shined black shoe tapped impatiently on the cream colored marble floor.

"Sorry, Uncle Beau- I mean, Command- I mean-" her stuttering was complimented by her stumbling down the stairs in the great hall. A sheepish grin took over her features as the Vice Admiral reached out to catch her after missing the final step.

"Listen, Billie," he sighed as she straightened her dress, her ears pricking a bit redder at the nickname ("Kill Bill" was a movie she had demanded to watch as a kid, not understanding the content of the movie and when her uncle finally let her watch it, she was haunted by nightmares for weeks. Unfortunately, the nickname was too cute not to stick).

"- I just need you to smile, enjoy the food, maybe dance, and then we'll get you out of here." He sighed as he saw her head drop again. He had agreed to take his niece to the annual Navy function after his wife had insisted upon it- the poor thing had just been dumped and, having lost both her parents previously, she had practically been living at her aunt and uncle's.

"Billie- look at me," her eyes slowly looked up at her uncle.

"I know I know, just don't trip," she took in a deep breath and forced a smile. She linked her arm through his and they walked into the grand ballroom, her heartbeat matching each click of her heels as they were announced in.

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Hangman almost spat out his drink when he saw the Vice Admiral walk into the room.

"Holy shit- look at the piece on Cyclone!"

The entire dagger team whipped their heads to look towards the ballroom's doors, trying to catch sight of what Hangman had seen. Fanboy thought it was a joke until he saw the woman with the placated smile bowing her head towards some of the other commanders nearby.

"Jesus! Who knew Cyclone had it in him? I can't-"

"She's not with him," Phoenix interrupted, "His wife's been on base recently," every male in the party looked at her befuddled, "You morons, we all saw her! He introduced her to Maverick before training like two weeks ago!"

Fanboy and Coyote looked at each other and shrugged, Bob pretended to agree and then shook his head, and Hangman downed the last of his drink. Phoenix was about to chastise the group again when she noticed that she had gotten no response or commentary from Rooster.

"Bradshaw," the sandy brown hair barely tilted towards her at the mention of his name, "for the love of god, do NOT try anything with the Vice Admiral's daughter." Rooster was still frozen, his eyes locked on the woman who had walked in. He couldn't help but memorize every detail of her: the way her dress flowed behind her with every step, the folds of the dress around her left hip, the way her hand kept perfectly still on the admiral's forearm.

"Yo, Rooster, friendly wager?" Hangman's voice cut through his thoughts, forcing him to, for the first time since she had entered, turn away. He shook his head and went to challenge his fellow pilot, but suddenly felt the hair stand on the back of his neck. He slowly turned around. half expecting the Vice Admiral himself to be breathing down on him.

As Bradley's eyes scanned the room (and while he ignored Hangman's taunts and preemptive bragging), his eyes finally locked on the culprit. It was her. Seated in the middle on a long banquet table, her soft eyes stared at him intently, as if she wanted him to know that he was the object of her attentions.

Almost as quickly as he caught and held her gaze, the Vice Admiral next to her tapped her wrist, forcing her to turn and shake hands with Warlock as he took his seat. It was after some short remarks that the dinner then began.

Bradley was quick to notice that the woman seated on the stage in the front was keenly observing him as he continued to mindlessly eat the food in front of him. He was grateful to have chosen a seat to the side of the round table so he could catch her eye every time she glanced at him. He loved watching the way she would pause with her fork pointed down and then fein interested in the conversation happening around us.

When the Vice Admiral took to the podium and started droning on and on about, well, honestly, Bradley had no idea about what. He just kept his gaze on the beauty at the table. She was no longer hiding that she was looking right at him and he was sure he was going to get caught, eat least by someone at his table.

He glanced around and realized no one was paying him any mind (well, except for Hangman who waggled an eyebrow at him as a taunt, focing Rooster to roll his eyes). With his conscious clear, he took in a shaky breath, caught her eye again and gave her his best "Rooster" grin. He could've sworn he saw her giggle and glance down quickly to grab her napkin to stop the laugh as Warlock looked over at her curiously.

A few moments later, Rooster was convinced he had crossed a line. His eyes continued to plead with her to look back up at him, even just one more time. He settled to studying the way that the dress draped around her shoulders and the delicate golden chain that lay right above her collarbones.

He had finally made his mind up- he needed to meet her. Cyclone be damned. His career be damned. His life be damned. He needed thirty seconds with this woman. To do what, he wasn't exactly sure.

It was at this moment that Rooster realized he had checked out a bit too long. Everyone else at the table was standing. Payback had kicked his chair leg hard, automatically causing Rooster to stand. He started catching the compliments from the Vice Admiral:

"...our Naval Aviation Warfighting Development Center has continued to not only grow the finest aviators in the Navy, but continues to utilize and deploy alumni of the Navy Fighter Weapons School to help complete missions that are, well, impossible, frankly."

She knew the joke was a cheap one, but, when you're Vice Admiral, you get a laugh out of every joke you give at the annual dinner. Her aunt had warned her of her uncles terrible sense of humor and inability to read any joy in the room. She giggled to herself.

She wasn't quite sure why, but her eyes kept wandering over to the pilot (she assumed) with the moustache and the brown hair (or was it sandy? the lighting was horrific in the ballroom). He had caught her eye as soon as she walked in, but in a way that every other eye who glanced at her had not.

His gaze was kind. Inquisitive, but kind. She had grown up around naval pilots most of her life after her dad and then her uncle's chose professions. She knew how most were, especially those of the Top Gun variety. When she saw him stand as a graduate, she felt her stomach drop- this guy was bad news.

And yet, she couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face as he stumbled to stand and immediately looked to lock eyes with her.

Bradley continued to hold her gaze and gave her a crooked smile as his fingers mindlessly played with the hem of his dress blues. He had forgotten that he was in this ridiculous penguin suit. Thank god, he thought, as Warlock motioned for the task force at his table to sit down. He caught Maverick's eye as he sat and shrugged, but Pete Mitchell knew better: he had seen that look in a Bradshaw's eye before. It was the night that Goose had met Carole.

"And, before this party really gets going," Cyclone gave a hollow laugh which was reciprocated just as lifelessly, "I do want to thank all the support systems that are behind each and every one of you. Your families, your parents, your siblings, your children. I'm honored today to have my niece with me this evening." He paused and some tittering comments were whispered at tables.

"My wife Kelly said that I should clear up any confusion about my date tonight, lest any of you think this is my style."

The sternness of his comment mixed with the ridiculous clarification actually caused uproarious laughter that was quickly snatched up by the DJ as the music started. Cyclone sat down and gave a small smile to his niece, patting her arm.

"Aunt Kelly wrote that for you, yeah?"

He took a swig of his whiskey, "Damn right she did. Everyone in this room thought I was a dirty old man til I said something."

She laughed and hugged her uncle, thrilled that he was finally starting to lighten up a bit.

"C'mere Billie, let me introduce you to some members of Bate's team. He's got some characters you might remember...."

She stood gingerly and took her uncle's arm, smiling at Rear Admiral Bates as he started to walk her towards the table she had been staring at all night.

"Knew someone?" Her brain was in overdrive- who had she met before that her Uncle knew that would be at Top Gun who-

"Billie. My God! the last time I saw you-"

Cyclone cut him off "The last time you saw her she was 10 and I threw you out of my office."

Maverick wasn't capable of having a sheepish look to his face, but he tried his hardest. Billie smiled at the pilot and hugged him, though she wasn't entirely sure that it had been her in her uncle's office when the altercation has occurred. But, she wasn't one to make things awkward.

"So nice to see you again," she gave him a short bow and desperately tried to see through Bates as he was standing directly in front of the chair that had kept her interest.

"Maverick is working on a new team as a strike force. His group of graduates is right here," Bates stepped out of the way and she stared at the table. Well, she stared directly at one member of the table. She forced her eyes to leave as the names and callsigns were relayed to her, but there was only one she cared about.

"uhm, I'm Br-Bradley Bradshaw. I go by R-Rooster." His voice was more than she could've imagined. It was sweet and gruff and had a rasp to it that made the sweat prick on her skin. It was then that she realized that they were waiting on an introduction. Her uncle had already started for her.

"-but we usually refer to her as Billie or Ms. Simpson," the emphasis was put on the second of the two names and everyone caught the implication. She felt her cheeks go hot but she took a deep breath and forced herself to tear her eyes away from Bradley Rooster Bradshaw long enough to say hello.

"What you all do is incredible. Thank you for your service and your sacrifice." The table nodded in appreciation and then quickly scampered away once the Rear Admiral dismissed them.

"Alright kiddo, time for me to go and smoke a cigar outside while you enjoy yourself in here. And remember, anything that happens tonight..."

"...We don't tell Aunt Kelly, I remember." She smiled as her uncle headed towards the doors with some admiral whom she could never remember his name. She quickly walked to the bar and ordered her usual: gin and tonic. After a large gulp, she felt her nerves start to settle. What she hadn't noticed was the figure standing next to her looking at her expectantly.

"Hey there, sweetheart, I've never seen a Vice Admiral's niece before...." The Texan drawl was painfully thick and Billie turned quickly to see her culprit. The blond who had also been staring at her during their introductions tipped his fake cowboy hat and sidled up closer to her.

"What you mean," she retorted, "is you've never slept with a Vice Admiral's niece."

The man stepped back, a hand over his heart. "You wound me, m'lady. I made no such suggestion," he took two steps closer, she could feel his breath hot on her neck and ear as he brushed back part of her hair, "I've been with a few Vice Admiral's daughters, but I want to see where a niece stands in that lineup."

As he (Hangman? something dumb, she thought) continued to try and defend himself, she caught him from across the room. Bradley had locked onto her like a missle and he was pissed. She raised an eyebrow at him and then, while keeping eye contact, patted Hangman's arm and then his cheek in the most chastising way she could manage before she stepped away, heading to a nearby balcony, leaving two men stunned in her wake.

It didn't take long for Bradley to find the woman he had been hunting for. Honestly, he would've run after her after Hangman had pulled his stunt, but he wanted to here the dejected pilot's recounting of the story. Hangman downplayed it, but it was clear he was not used to being turned down by any one, especially one that came with such a high rank in the family.

"It's for the best, Bagman," Phoenix teased and reasoned, "You mess with her, the VA is gonna be up your ass and in all your business. There is no way this works out well, right, Fanboy?"

"Why'd you pick on me?! I didn't do anything and I had no idea that her brother was a Green Beret!" The group broke into peals of laughter as they headed for the bar. It was only Bob who noticed that one member of their party had quickly slipped away and was heading in the direction of a certain off-limits Vice Admiral's niece.

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Bradley stood in front of her completely frozen. She was facing out towards the balcony and had surely heard him come out, but he couldn't seem to find any words to explain what had happened that evening. Bradley realized he had no idea what love at first sight was or, honestly, what finding love meant, but he knew when he looked at her, his world stopped.

"I don't bite, Bradshaw," her voice was lilting and startled the pilot. "I'm glad you found me out here," she paused and Bradley thought he would fall over as he waited on her every last word, "though honestly, I'm not really sure what happened in there." He was grateful for her honesty and was relieved that she was just as confused as he was. Before he realized it he had stepped next to her at the balcony, completely oblivious to the view. She smiled at him and then dropped her eyes to his uniform.

"These things must be awful to dry clean," he hedged, eyes looked back up at him through her lashes. Bradley let out a honest-to-god laugh and she couldn't help the bubbling feeling she felt in her chest or the blush that tinged her cheeks. She noted every freckle, every scar, every wrinkle on his face. The way his lips were just the slightest bit crooked and the way his eyes glistened when he laughed.

"They are the absolute worst, but I can't imagine that emerald silk is much easier," he gestured to her gown and she felt the blush grow.

"I'll let you in on a secret- I stole this from my aunt, so I have no idea on the care and washing instructions."

Bradley chuckled and stepped infinitesimally closer to her, his calloused hands barely touching the fabric ruched ust below her hip. "I can't see Mrs. Vice Admiral wearing this, so thank god for you." He smiled at her and it was difficult to decipher between the dig at her aunt and the charmingness he was oozing. She decided it was clearly nerves and laughed with him.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you, Rooster, was it?"

"Ma'am, you may call me whatever you'd like, I'll always respond." The earnestness of his response caught her off guard, but made her melt just a bit more. She nodded curtly, dropping her gaze to her shoes, trying to hide the giggle and blush combination that was happening. Bradley smiled, meaning every word and pleased with the effect that it had on the woman in front of him. He took in as deep of a breath as his blues allowed him and held out his hand.

"While you think of a new nickname for me, may I have this dance, ma'am?" Before she realized it, her eyes shot up and looked at him concerned. If her uncle saw her dancing with someone, especially with someone who was in the Top Gun program and had been working with Maverick- she liked Bradley too much to let her uncle eat him alive.

Bradley was quick to note her hesitation, "Out here, I mean. The music is loud enough, we don't need to let you back into that room to wander into the immoral clutches of some godawful Navy pilot, right?" She smiled in relief and nodded, quickly taking Bradley's hand and swaying immediately to the music. His hand was placed on her lower back and she sighed, taking in the smell of him.

Bradley wanted to jump out of his skin. He wasn't exactly sure what had happened but he was damn glad that Payback and Harvard had dragged him to the dinner tonight. He made a mental note to gift them some nice whisky the next time he was out.

With every step, he took in another one of her features. Her smooth skin, her hair and they way it fluttered in the light breeze, her smell, the way her hand fit in his- he was completely enraptured.

"Bradley?" He let out a small 'mhmm?' his eyes still closed as he swayed with her. "I have to get back. I know my uncle is going to be looking for me and-"

"and you don't want a sacrificial death on your hands. I completely understand." Bradley looked down at her and pressed a hesitant kiss to her forehead. She blushed, but reached her arms around his neck pulling her lips flush against his. He was shocked but immediately melded into her, the touch electric to both parties.

The kiss was over as soon as it had started and she started to pull away, the slightest flush to her cheeks when Bradley grabbed her arm. "Your number. I have to see you again," she smiled and spotted a pen and paper on a nearby tray with a waiters book just inside the doorway of the balcony. She stepped out quickly and ripped out one of the pages and quickly scribbled down her name and number. He kissed the paper as she handed it to him and then leaned in again, kissing her quickly as the two exited the small balcony.

"There you are!" Her uncle's booming voice was off to her right as she waltzed back into the ballroom. "I'd like you to meet Rear Admiral Cain, he's one that worked with your dad way back." She smiled politely and all but jogged to be over by her uncle. It was almost imperceptible, but just the tiniest bit of her lipstick was smudged. Maverick happened to be in the next conversation over and looked at the Admiral's niece and then towards Rooster, all but laughing out loud when he noticed the smear of lipstick on his adopted nephews lips.

As the Vice Admiral started to make his exit, niece in tow, he turned to her.

"Thank you for coming tonight. I think your Aunt Kelly had a bit of a plan for both of us here," he smiled and put his arm around her shoulders. She laughed and nodded- she was there to relax her Uncle a bit and he was there to get her out amongst people again. As she opened her mouth to agree, it shut quickly-there was suddenly some commotion as they reached the doors.

"What the hell are they doing?" Her uncle groaned and then she saw it- the team she had met earlier (save for a sourpussed Texan) was cheering and a few had even lifted Rooster up on their shoulders as the pilot waved a piece of paper around. She turned bright red as Bradley caught her eye and waved the paper around. "Idiot must have gotten lucky on a bet..." she giggled and nodded with her uncle's assessment of the situation. She sent one last glance over her shoulder and it caused even more whooping and hollering from the group. Though he pretended not to notice it, Vice Admiral Beau Simpson could not have been more pleased.

"C'mon Billie, let's get you back home, it's movie night. Maybe some Kill Bill?"

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Stars & Stripes pt.2

Summary: Jake meets a new girl on base and pursues her, not realizing that she may be exactly what he needed all along.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader (no y/n, afab) Warnings: Everything is mature folks, swearing, drinking, adult-y stuff- the usual rules for my stuff :)

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"I'm sorry....you...went for a JOG?"

Horrified, her hands flew up to take her phone off of speaker.

"Yes, sometimes I do actually enjoy going out and getting some fresh air and being near the-"

"Oh cut the shit, who is he?" The stuttering that happened on the other end of the line confirmed the suspicions. "See- I knew it. You pick up a weird random hobby when there's a guy around."

"Actually, if you must know," her tone was still a bit shaky, but the confidence was returning, "I went out for a run hoping to avoid the guy I literally ran into last night."

The loud male chuckle on the other end made her blood steam. "You went for a jog on the one road that leads to the military base and it's hangers to avoid the one guy who was clearly going to go to work on the military base and it's hangers...."

"Shut up, Edward," she tried to growl, a smile pulling at her lips, "maybe you should've left me a map!"

"I'm back in two weeks. You think you can handle yourself until then, Magellan?" She rolled her eyes and gave an affirmative. "Alright, good. Stay out of trouble, okay? Can't beat anyone up for hitting on my lil' sis!" She groaned at the nickname- though they weren't related Eddie had been in her life far longer than any of her other siblings. He had certainly been around enough to know all of her annoyances.

"Goodbye Edward."

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Jake tapped his eraser on the tip of his front tooth, clearly not interested in the recounting of Rooster's latest conquest. This time, Coyote wasn't the only one to notice Hangman's clear disinterest. Normally, it would become a one-upping contest, with someone making an outrageous lie, being called on it, and then the liar being forced to get the first round of drinks that night.

The day had passed relatively uneventfully. Hangman had been correct- Maverick had swapped him for Rooster to fly with Phoenix and Bob. Their unsuccessful kill made him feel much better about the decision.

He had gone up with Harvard and Yale and, though unsuccessful, they had come much closer to hitting their target. Hangman internally clung to his two confirmed air kills and puffed out his chest and shrugged when Maverick asked what went wrong. He partook in his push-ups silently (shockingly according to Phoenix) and then had wound up here, sitting on top of his desk ignoring Rooster's antics.

Fanboy had had enough. "Alright, Hard Deck, let's go!" Everyone let out a halfhearted cheer and looked at the clock, thrilled to see they had meet their training requirements. Normally, Monday was a bit early for drinks, but with the impending mission looming in the distance and the inability of anyone to complete the simulation successfully, it was the one thing Fanboy knew they needed.

He also got no resistance and ignored the voice in his head that said "You're all crazy and alcoholics."

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For a Monday night, the Hard Deck was just about empty. A few booths were taken up by a couple or two, a rescheduled first date, and a small group of women who were clearly just trying to get away from their kids for a few hours.

Penny looked up from the bar amusedly. Her arched eyebrow asked "that bad, huh?" and Fanboy and Coyote's fervent nods confirmed her fears. She was still figuring out her stuff with Pete, but whatever this mission was, he was putting these kids through hell.

"Alright, first round on me. After that, your problem, ok?" There was a tired, but relieved cheer that went around as Penny pulled the draft pull and started filling pints. Hangman took one of the first poured and raised it up to their fabulous bartender, winning a smile from Penny.

Soon the group had settled after a beer or two (or 4 in Bob's case...) over near the pool table and the darts. Hangman had played Coyote twice and smoked him, so he had moved on to Fanboy and pool. Rooster had tried to go to the piano twice but had been persuaded away by Phoenix and Halo, begging him to wait until Friday night (and not wanting to disturb literally everyone else in the bar).

"Hey Penny- tried to find the screw setter bits for the drywall in the back, but hardware store was fresh out. They say they'll have them in Thursday- want me to hed back then?"

Fanboy had spotted her first. Then Coyote, then Phoenix, then-

"Hey, Hangmaaaaan. Look who's here!!" Rooster's voice cut through every conversation like a knife. Hangman rolled his eyes, half expecting to see Jesus Christ himself at the bar after Bradshaw's introduction.

What Jake had not intended for was that the woman he had met last night (and again this morning on her run) was standing in the same, semi-empty bar that he was in. She had heard Rooster's idiocy and peered over Penny's shoulder to lock eyes with him. She gave him a small smile, doe-eyes twinkling, and then it turned into a stifled laugh, her lips curling into each other as he looked down.

It was then that he felt it: Jake had managed to spill was was left of his beer on his lap. As the cold liquid settled on his thigh, he jumped up, pushing it further down his leg, into his sock and onto the floor. The entire squad around him had seen the fiasco and were losing it. Over the cackled and jeers, Coyote had made his way up and placed a sympathetic hand on Jake's shoulder.

"Smooth move, Seresin! You gotta leave some ladies for the rest of us!"

Hangman rolled his eyes and headed away from the group and up to the bar. In the moment since he had held her gaze, she had vanished. Penny handed him a dry bartowel and gave him a bit of a smirk.

"You hurt my girl, Lieutenant, I'll make sure you never see the sky again."

Jake smiled and finished wiping down his pants, handing the rag back.

"Yes ma'am," he shot her his thousand dollar smile and headed out the front doors, leaving the crew to their laughing fits.

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"Hey Stripes!"

She froze, her hand on the key in the ignition. She had left the window down due to the cool ocean breeze (and the broken A/C), but she was thrilled that she had. Here came sex on a plate, running out to her car, calling her name (kinda), and wanting to talk to her. THe butterflies had migrated up into her ribcage and she felt like she was vibrating.

In the bar it had taken everything in her to waltz in as cool as she did. She had spotted Jake's car from this morning in the parking lot (along with the rest of the team- she didn't exactly get new neighbors in military housing) and she had spent 15 minutes outside trying to get her cheeks to stop flushing and her heart to stop pounding out of her chest.

"This is ridiculous," she told herself over and over again, pacing a line into the gravel parking lot, "You met a guy, IN THE DARK, and are now acting like this? Come on, you're not that shallow...but maybe he's nice and sweet and-" She could hear Eddie's voice now "HE'S A GUY. And a military one at that! You know what he wants..."

She finally had calmed her conniption down enough to go in (after rehearsing the line to Penny over and over again in her head), but when she saw him in the back, the orange glow of the lighting and the wood against his tan skin, his blond hair a bit more tidy than when she had met him last night, the top of his uniform undone, she froze. It felt like a magnet had locked her in place and all she could see in the room was him.

Once the beer had started to tip, the magnetic field broke. She stifled a laugh and Penny rolled her eyes, nodding towards the door with a knowing glance. She had heard Penny give "the talk" to Eddie lots of times when she was visiting, but this was the first time it was going to be threatened on her behalf.

She walked slow, countered step to the Jeep and sat in the cool air and silence for a few moments. Everything seemed like an eternity, so just as she was about to turn on the ignition and play (literally) hard to get, she heard his voice.

His forearms crossed and were over the precipice of her open window in seconds. She could see the slightest shine of sweat near his hairline and the few freckles that coated his nose. He was so close that-

Her eyes finally met his. She was completely lost in the pale green eyes that stared back at hers, the smile lines crinkling in the corners, the slight glint of the setting sun. She felt time slow down and could feel every pinprick of sweat start to form on her skin.

What she didn't know is that the man standing in front of her was even more enraptured by the woman in his view. He tried desperately to capture every detail of her face, every fleck of color in her eyes, every dotted freckle, the way her lashes curled at the ends, the slight pink that dusted her cheekbones- Jake was terrified he was going to forget something.

It was her smile that finally broke him out of his panic. She had taken in a deep breath, her lips slightly parting as she adjusted herself in the driver's seat. She handed him a small piece of paper.

"We can't keep bumping into each other like this, " she said, confident but also completely unsure of herself. Jake quickly opened the paper and smiled. He saw a name and a phone number.

"Nice to officially meet you, Stripes," he smiled, giving her a small Texas bow. She giggled.

"Nice to officially meet you too, Hangman."

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Stars & Stripes pt.1

Summary: Jake meets a new girl on base and pursues her, not realizing that she may be exactly what he needed all along.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader (no y/n, afab) Warnings: Everything is mature folks, swearing, drinking, adult-y stuff- the usual rules for my stuff :)

A/N: A LONG hiatus for me. Missed you folks- let's see if I still have the talent and if you're still interested in the topic!-M

"All these base housing units are the same..." Coyote yawned and crossed his arms across his chest, clearly annoyed. He was met with numerous nods in agreement as well as a few yawns. Bob looked down at his watch: 2:21. He sighed, catching Rooster's attention. Bob held up his wrist and Rooster rolled his eyes to the back of his head.

"I am too old for this shit, gang..." Phoenix muffled a snort and stretched her arms above her head. She was grateful that at least it had stopped raining when the fire alarm had gone off for the third time this week- new construction on base seemed to consistently set off the alarms and, while they had heard others on base complaining, this was the first time the dagger crew had been "home" when it happened.

"Alright, enough of this bullshit- I'm going back in," Hangman started stalking back towards the building, alarms still blaring and folks still exiting out. "It's like fuckin' college dorms. Just let me go back to bed."

"Jesus, Hangman, had no idea you were such a sleeping beauty-" Phoenix had barely gotten the comment out when Rooster cut her off.

"-Except you totally can. Fuckin' diva!" The laughter behind him forces Hangman to turn around while still striding towards the building. It was at that point that he felt something crash into his chest. His head whipped around, ready to bark at whatever idiot had crashed into him.

What he was not anticipating was the small body crumpled in front of him, blue and white striped pajamas and messy bedhead frantically moving, trying to stand up and stammer out an apology. Before he realized it, Jake had caught her hand and helped steady her.

"You okay, darlin'?" he couldn't help the drawl (though, when confronted about it later, he blamed the lack of sleep). Slowly, the biggest doe-eyes appeared out from under the tussled hair, looking on the brink of tears.

"Oh m-my god, I'm SO sorry," she was able to get out, trying to side-step away from the pilot in front of her, but failing due to her had still being trapped in his. He chuckled.

"No harm, sweetheart. You okay?" She nodded quickly, clearly not completely awake and still very stressed from the alarms. He started to walk her away from the blaring annoyance. "It's the construction," he tried to calm her down, "they've apparently been setting off the fire system a lot over here." He shrugged and offered her a polite half-smile.

She took a breath, grateful to be a little ways away from the incessant noise. "Yeah, they've been really bad. This is like number six or seven this week. I hate that we all have to leave and wait for an all clear...." she took another shaky breath and Jake dropped her hand. She looked down at the sudden loss of heat but quickly looked over towards the groups waiting outside.

"So...Air Force?" she asked, not looking at the man next to her. She smirked at the immediate scoff she earned.

"Clearly not. Navy."

She let out a small "ah" still not looking at him. He smirked, enjoying her coyness now that she was a bit more awake in the early hours of the day.

"But a pilot." she stated, continuing her thought. He nodded.

"Clearly."

She looked at him to the side through her lashes with a muttered "mhmm."

"What about you? Please tell me you're not military..." he ventured, knowing obviously she would be if she was in base housing. He waited for the jab back, but it never came.

"Staying with a friend. Promise you won't tattle on this little freeloader?" Jake smiled and nodded "never" he thought, the words never leaving his lips. She nodded back.

"YO, LOVERBOY, BEDTIME!" Fanboy's voice echoed like a yodel in a cavern. Jake rolled his eyes and looked back at the woman next to him.

"Sorry, early assignment tomorr-today," she nodded and started following him back towards this building. "I'm Jake, by the way."

She paused, "Not Loverboy?" she joked, earning a slightly tired laugh from the airman.

"Sorry sweetheart. Callsign is Hangman, but Jake works just fine too."

She reached her door on the first floor, hand on the cool metal of the door knob. "Alright, well, goodnight Hangman, nice to meet you." She was in behind the door before Jake had a chance to ask her name, but, he figured, he knew where she lived, so he was sure to run into her again...even though he hadn't seen her on base since they had-

"HANGMAN. Jesus Christ, man! Get IN here!" Coyote was over Hangman's antics- and no one, especially not Jake Seresin, messed with his sleep schedule. Jake quickly climbed the stairs, two at a time and followed in behind his roommate for the next few weeks.

"Sorry man, just had to-"

"Whatever, prince douchebag, go to bed."

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Jake had barely gotten any sleep, but it hadn't seemed to bother him much as he made his way onto the base for assignments. He was hoping Maverick would put him in the sky, but after a less than stellar performance the week prior with Bob and Phoenix, he figured he'd get bumped for Rooster. For the first time since the team had been assembled- the thought didn't bother him.

In fact, nothing that morning could bother Hangman.

And, frankly, it was freaking Coyote the fuck out. Hangman was like happy and he was NOT a happy kind of guy. Coyote kept staring at Jake as he drove himself and Fanboy to base. Fanboy wouldn't shut up about some new aircraft that he was hoping to work on soon, but Hangman was staring off into the sunrise barely listening. And, apparently, barely looking- he had almost missed the turn into the lot for the airfield.

Then Coyote spotted her- the woman from last night was out for a run. SHE was the reason he almost died in a single car crash on a Monday morning with less than his required 6 hours of sleep. She had ditched the pajamas (they were quite the stark difference even in the dark with everyone else in navy blues and forest green), but her hair was just as messy as last night.

Hangman rolled down the window and slowed down, "Heya stripes," he called, his drawl sickly sweet causing Fanboy to gag. "You lost?"

She smiled and pointed to her headphones and kept running in the opposite direction. Hangman gave her a two-fingered salute and continued to the lot. Coyote was the first out of the car with a loud door slam.

"Dude, you've got to be kidding me-focus on your shit okay?" The words barely registered in Jake's ears as he strode towards the hanger.

"Whatever man, just trying to be polite," he smirked, clearly trying to be more than just that.

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PART TWO

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Something In-Between, pt. 7

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f) (no y/n)

Summary: Something old, something new- reader's stuck between two men who look damn good in Navy blue(s).

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking, wowzas sexual themes going on here (basically pwp-read at own risk!), joking about suicide (not really). Everything I write is Mature- read at your own risk.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

"Any idea on what the goal is?"

"No idea...to be entertaining?"

"Fair enough!"

You smirked at Penny as the two of you leaned over the railing watching the Top Gun squad play some sort of game on the beach, foam footballs going flying in every direction. You took a swig from your beer and turned your eyes back to the free show you were getting this morning.

"Jesus, who pissed him off?" You turned and followed Penny's gaze as you watched Hangman launch himself at Rooster, knocking the absolute shit out of the older pilot. You couldn't help the cringe that your body involuntarily responded with. You sighed and then followed Penny inside to start loading up ice into a cooler as the hits got harder and harder on the beach.

You were sure this was some sort of team-building plot that Maverick had cooked up, but the last thing any of them needed was to be completely obliterated and then have to explain to the admiral they got hurt hitting each other....in a game of football....

You shoveled in another scoop of ice and Penny gave you a thankful smile. You closed the lid and started dragging the cooler out the door, waving Penny off- you were more than capable of getting this down the beach to the injured crew.

In the short amount of time since you had left the deck and walked back out, the air shifted. They were looking more and more like a time. Better yet, they were acting like a team. You inwardly smirked- Mav was apparently on to something. You hadn't seen or heard much about how things were going and that told you everything you needed to know.

When you came into view, you were met with relieved cheers when you opened the cooler to reveal only ice. The boos you got were met with two middle fingers.

"I'm just here to patch you lot up so you can get in the air tomorrow. You want booze, go talk to Penny!" Everyone laughed and you caught Rooster's eye with a glint of something in it. He knew you had brought this down initially for him.

As some of the less injured of the group either made their way up to the bar or continued to toss a football back and forth a ways down the beach, you wandered over to Bradley, bagged ice in hand. He smiled sheepishly and you applied it to the purple bruise that was already sprouting on his shoulder.

He hissed that the sensation, but gave you a smile. You nodded back, understanding how grateful he was and understanding that you had picked him over Hangman. He stretched his hand out and gently took your free palm in his, his thumb running over your knuckles. You sighed. You wished it was all this simple, but you knew it wasn't. The cool water that suddenly dripped down your forearm snapped you back to the reality in front of you.

Literally. Towering above you now was Hangman, abs on full display as you glanced up.

"What's up, Seresin?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Last name? What'd I do to piss you off?" he chuckled a bit, not taking your frustration entirely seriously. You stood up, making sure Bradley had a grip on his ice pack and shoved Hangman hard in the chest. The quick movement threw him off balance and he stumbled back a few steps. He looked at you incredulously.

"You went after my roommate. You fuck with him, you fuck with me," you challenged, no joking tone evident in your comment. Hangman looked between you and Bradley, the latter of the two smirking and shrugging.

"Sorry dude, roommates before dicks...or hoes...or whatever you are."

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"So you gonna tell me what the fuck that was on the beach?" You barely looked up from the book on your lap that you were pretending to read as you were curled up on the couch. Bradley hadn't looked away from the TV when he asked, also fully not paying attention to whatever was playing.

You shrugged. "He was an asshole, so I shoved him. Not a big deal."

Now Bradley turned to face you.

"Don't make it a big deal, Bradshaw," you tried to sound nonchalant as you felt the heat of a blush rushing up your neck and your cheeks. Bradley couldn't help but be touched by the gesture. You had actually physically gone after someone to protect him. Now, granted, you hadn't done much and he didn't need protecting, but you chose him. And over Hangman?! God, it was almost too perfect to be true!

You watched thoughts flood through his facial expressions and finally annoyance got the better of you. You closed the book and snapped your fingers, standing up and making your way to the kitchen.

"This doesn't change anything, Bradshaw. You were still being an ass, and I still haven't forgiven you for your little feelings dump the other day...."

Your sarcastic comment was cut off when you felt Bradley's hands on your hips behind you as you stood at the sink.

"I didn't realize it had affected you so much," he all but purred in your ear and you jumped, pushing him back and turning around in the process.

"I-it didn't," you lied, trying to hold his gaze and failing, the smirk on his face too much. "I just don't know what to do with this. Plus, you're out of here in like, what, a few weeks?"

He shrugged and stepped closer to you.

"No time like the present then," and in one fell swoop, he slid a hand through your hair and behind your head, pulling you flush against him as his lips met yours. You couldn't help but melt into his arms as your reached up to grab him shoulders. You felt him wince a bit and pulled back, breaking the kiss.

"Sorry, sorry. I forgot about earlier!" You apologized profusely, causing the man in front of you to laugh.

"I didn't realize that I loved you for years, I "feelings dump" on you, I kiss you, and you're apologizing that you hit a bruise on my shoulder?"

You paused and nodded.

"Dear god, woman," and his lips were immediately back on yours, the kiss mostly lips and tongues battling for dominance. Bradley tried to pull you even closer and you couldn't help the small moan that you let out when you felt his hand on the small of your back. You felt him smile into the kiss and you took the opportunity to gently bite his bottom lip, coaxing your own moan out of Bradley.

When you finally broke apart, you both were gasping for air. Hair was messed up entirely, eyes blown, lips red and swollen and you couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit of scruff burn from his moustache. Bradley smiled at you like a man high on something- he had wanted to kiss you like that since the second time he had met you, he just didn't quite know it. Now, he felt like kicking himself for waiting so long.

You looked down at your feet and smiled, completely enraptured by what had just happened. Bradley stepped closer to you, taking your hands in his. You nodded at the unspoken apology, instinctively reaching up and wrapping your arms around Bradley, careful to avoid his shoulder.

Without hesitation, he scooped you up in his arms and hugged you tighter than you could've imagined. Everything right now was Bradley: everything you saw, smelled, felt, tasted- it was all him and you couldn't imagine anything else. He squeezed you a bit tighter-

Then the illusion broke. More specifically, the knock on the door made you both freeze. It was the voice on the other side that made Bradley almost drop you in the kitchen.

"Hey, dino? I- I just wanted to talk. I'm s-sorry, I know I fucked up. I just- I wanted to apologize to you.....and to Rooster."

You looked at Bradley and then back to the door, your arms slowly untangling. Bradley gave you a look that matched one of a kicked dog, but you remained pressed up against him. Jake's voice was strained and, while he wasn't sure exactly what had caused the reaction that you gave him, he knew he had messed him. He figured that targeting Bradshaw in an attempt to get your attention was not a good look.

You heard a noise against the door and realized that Jake had slid down and was sitting with his back to you both. You stepped away from Bradley, heading for the door. You unlocked and opened the door, the tall Navy pilot almost falling backwards over the threshold. He scrambled up unceremoniously and looked at you, guilty as ever.

You stepped to the side and let him in, gesturing to the couch where Bradley was already seated. You sighed and sat in a chair facing the couch.

"Okay, we are going to figure this out now because I will not have the two of you fucking up a mission and getting killed because you both want in my pants. We can do this diplomatically, or I will ask to be transferred out of here on a new contract, understood?"

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A/N: One more part after this one :)

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Christmas Angel

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f, no y/n)

Setting: Post- Top Gun: Maverick

Warnings: Swearing, drinking. All my stuff is Mature, read at own risk/if you're of age. Thanks!

Requested: Nope. Just banging around in my head.

You sighed contentedly at the small Christmas tree that was the only source of light illuminating your newly occupied quarters. You hadn't intended on going towards the snowy weather, but after a nasty break-up this year, you were desperate to get away from the San Diego heat. You laptop hummed in your lap and you turned your attention towards the blank document, the cursor blinking at you.

You took in a breath, enjoying the woody cabin smell that flooded your senses and your fingertips started tapping away at the keyboard. You weren't sure exactly how long you had been writing, but the knock at your door jolted you a bit more than you anticipated.

You stood up form the small couch in your room, dropping a moose-patterned blanket where you had been sitting moments prior, and cautiously opened the door. Looking down, you saw a small tray with a mug of hot cocoa and a cookie in the shape of an angel. You smiled- you had forgotten that the women at the check-in desk had mentioned "fun little holiday perks" that would be included in your stay.

You leaned down to retrieve the tray and noticed the other doors down the hallway. You guesstimated that there were about six other rooms besides yours and, based on the similar trays outside their doors, all were occupied. You stood up, tray in hand and were about to step back into the room when you heard a smooth voice interrupt your movements.

"Reindeer....you?"

You turned quickly to be sudden;y face-to-face with your Bed and Breakfast neighbor: a 30-something man sporting an ugly hawaiian christmas sweater, a moustache only slightly obscuring the lopsided grin that he gave you, his eyes lit like the tree in your room. You looked at him quizzically before he repeated his earlier question.

"I got a reindeer cookie- what about you?"

You let out a small, musical laugh and adjusted the tray so your palm was flat under it and you could show off your cookie as proof. The man let out a laugh that matched yours and took a bite of his cookie. You smiled and waited for his consus on the baked treat.

"Cookie is good. Yours is fitting for you," he ventured, smiling proudly when he saw a bit of blush dust your cheeks. "I'm Bradley, by the way. Figured I should introduce myself to my new bunkmate."

"Bunkmate?" you raised your eyebrows, amused as you saw his face start to scramble for the word he was actually looking for.

"Neighbor!" he exclaimed, a bit louder than he intended, earning another chuckle from you as you took a bite of your cookie. "Sorry, I'm a pilot in the Navy- we just got off assignment and came up here."

You felt your chest tighten a bit, feeling dumb for already feeling an attraction to the man in front of you in the hallway.

"We?" you ventured. He winked and raised his cookie to you.

"I'm sure I'll see you around," he smirked, "angel."

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You sat staring at your screen again a few hours later, trying to shake the earlier interaction out of your head. You had moved from your room down to the common area, mounted deer heads and numerous Christmas decorations all focusing their attention on you as you tried to piece together your writing.

"See, I told you I'd see you around!"

You turned in the large leather chair to see the man from earlier. You pulled your headphone out of your ear and smiled, grateful that at least this time, you could remember the name that went with the face.

"Bradley," you greeted, "glad your could find me in all this vaster winterness." You gestured to the cabin around you, laughing at the contradiction. He flashed you what you assumed with his signature smile and you rolled your eyes, returning the grin.

"You heading out to dinner?" He tossed a thumb over his shoulder and you felt the crisp mountain air sting you to your bones as the door opened and multiple other lodgers left. You shook your head.

"I'm going to stay in tonight for food. But maybe another time I'll venture out." He nodded, a twinge of sadness evident in his eyes. He quickly erased it.

"Then I'll catch you later. Good luck with," he wildly gesticulated to you in the chair and your laptop, "all whatever you're working on."

As you watched him head towards the door, you noticed the small backwards glance he threw your way, almost pleading you to come with him. You shook your head, trying to clear the vision out of your mind. You had met this man- Bradley- about 5 hours prior. Whatever you thought you felt couldn't be real. Plus, he said "we" so you could only assume he was a flirt and there with an actual date. You sighed and went back to writing, grateful for the peace and quiet.

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You hadn't realised how late it had gotten when the cabin door opened and in fell a somewhat intoxicated group that all seemed to know each other. You snugged the faux fur blanket closer to you, appreciating the warmth as your eyes scanned over the group.

"Well, hello neighbors," you commented to yourself, smirking as you watched a few stumble off to rooms further down the hall. You were grateful for the open layout of the cabin, with the hallway upstairs looking down on the main common-area. After giggling as a few stumbled with keys to their respective rooms, you glanced back towards the door.

There, in a loud conversation was Bradley, a tall blond in flannel, and a shorter dark-haired female. You almost missed the shorter male behind the tail end of the group, his glasses reflecting off their numerous glittering Christmas lights that were now on full display.

You turned back to your laptop, afraid to catch Bradley's eye, but he quickly spotted you. He beelined for your seat on the couch and you giggled a bit as the couch jostled. You looked up to see that his crew had followed him over.

"Alright team, this here is Angel."

Your head snapped to look at Bradley, not sure exactly how you felt about the nickname, but the crew in front of you just nodded like it was the most normal name in the world. Bradley laughed at the confusion.

"Seems like you're the only one here who isn't used to the weird callsigns, hun. Here we've got Hangman," the blond gave you a mock salute and a sultry wink (to which Bradley rolled his eyes), "and Phoenix" the woman in front of you smiled with a small 'hi' "and Bob." The man in glassed gave you sheepish smile and wave.

"Bob's both his name and his callsign. Double whammy," the blond (Hangman?) commented with a chuckle as he sat down in a tall plush leather chair nearby. Phoenix followed suit, as did Bob, both settling into their respective seats around the fireplace.

"Are you all pilots?" You earned a variety of nods and affirmative noises. You laughed at the ridiculousness of this vacation so far. "And the others that went up before?" More nods, but Bradley added more clarification.

"Coyote, Fanboy, Halo, and Payback. Sorry, they're with us too." Bradley's grin grew wider as he slid a bit closer to you on the couch. the movement did not go unnoticed by Phoenix and Bob who exchanged a smirk while Hangman lit up a cigar he had found somewhere.

"And what about you?" You asked pointedly, forcing Bradley to turn and look at you. You explained, "Everyone else here has a nickname-"

"-callsign," Hangman corrected, smoke billowing lightly up from his lit cigar.

"-callsign, whatever," you turned back to Bradley, "but I feel like you broke a cardinal rule and told me your real name. It's not a government secret, right? You don't have to kill me?" Bradley laughed a bit as the rest of the group joined in, "because my editor would be really pissed."

"Rooster," his tongue shot out to lick his bottom lip as his hand gently touched yours, "They call me Rooster," he paused, waiting for an inquisition, but when none came, he offered one up any way.

"My dad was 'Goose,' so I guess the avian comparison runs in the family." You giggled a bit and turned your hand, squeezing as your palm touched Bradley's.

After the initial meet and greet, the conversation turned to much more military related content, but you were thrilled to be curled up on the couch under your blanket, hand never straying from Bradley's while you listened in on all the commentary. After some time, you met the group that had gone up earlier and the conversation got a bit more interesting and louder with the addition of new teammates and too much booze to keep track of.

All the while, Bradley's hand stayed snug in yours. You watched as he talked animatedly about something (maybe dealing with a plane? a mission? You weren't sure, but were enraptured nonetheless.) Every so often he would toss you a smile and you would feel your heart flutter, still not quite sure how you had ended up in this predicament.

After about your fifth yawn, Bradley squeezed your hand and stood up. The crew immediately started booing and begging Rooster to stay. Someone (Fanboy?) threw a pillow that hit Bradley square in the chest. He put his hand up in mock apology and started walking you out of direct fire form any more decorative pillows.

"Sorry gang, gotta get this pretty lady off to bed!" Hoots and hollers made you blush as Bradley rolled his eyes. He looked at you as he headed for the stairs. "They're assholes, ignore them," he commented as you started up towards your room, Bradley close on your heels.

Once at your door, you were keenly away that everyone downstairs was trying desperately not to make a sound, but after a few hours of imbibing, their "shhhhhh's!" and "be quiets!" were incredibly loud. You laughed and pointed a thumb to your door.

"Well, I guess this is me..." you stated, looking down at your shoes. Bradley reached up and you thought for a split second he was going to kiss you and your mind started to panic, not only with a man you had known for less than a day, but also an audience below.

When he pressed his lips to your knuckles, you jumped. You hadn't noticed that he had scooped up your hand again. He smiled and nodded, not wanting to deal with the commentary of the idiots either. You leaned forward and pressed a slight kiss to his cheek and saw a bit of a blush appear.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Rooster," you teased with a wink. He gave you a laugh back.

"Night, Angel. Can't wait until tomorrow."

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A/N: It's fluff. It's not related to Top Gun: Maverick. I don't care. Enjoy, you fluffy Christmas story lovers. If you'd like a part 2, drop a comment. Thanks! <3

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A Little Bit of Christmas

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin (Top Gun: Maverick) x Reader (F, no Y/N)

Warnings: Angstyyyyyy then some fluff, I don't proofread initially so apologies about spelling!

Requested: YES! The delightful @rosiahills22 posted that she had an idea and was kind enough to share it with me. Here ya go, sunshine- I hope it breaks your heart! <3

"Okay, I know something's up. You're never up before I am," the sleep made Jake's voice even deeper than usual, a loud yawn punctuating his suspicion. You simply smiled, perched on the barstool by the counter, coffee mug firmly in hand. You gave him your sweetest look as you sipped your coffee, a bit of the whipped cream on top sticking to your upper lip.

He chuckled as he made his way to the cabinet to grab a mg and get his own caffeine for the day. The two of you had been together for just over two years, but this would be the first Christmas that he was actually home on base and not deployed on some secret mission thousands of miles away for the holidays. You started humming a christmas carol into your coffee, chancing a glance up at Jake as he poured the hot coffee into his "Navy Aviator" mug. He looked at you quizzically and then saw some of the boxes from storage stacked up behind you.

He let out a tired laugh. "Don't go overboard, okay? Don't want to hurt yourself while I'm not around." He gave you a wink, but the meaning was well intentioned- you had previously had a bit of a spill when decorating for the Fourth of July ( wasn't your fault- the flagpole was ridiculously high and the stepstool wasn't entirely stable). You nodded fervently as he downed his coffee.

"Here's hoping for a good day," he said softly, kissing you and running a hand down your cheek. You smiled as he broke the kiss and headed towards the doors with a "love you" tossed over his shoulder. As the door closed, you practically jumped out of your skin, excited to start decorating.

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You knew it had been a while since breakfast, your growling stomach was the only indication that was persistent enough to get you to stop. You walked to the kitchen and started pulling out a variety of items to eat as you admired your handiwork: a full tree, decorated with ornaments, lights garland, and icicles displayed proudly in the living room, lights strung up and down the hallway to the bedroom and bathroom with ornaments hanging from them, wreaths on every door you could find.

You had also swapped out all the blankets in the living room with more holiday-centric pieces, pillows were exchanged, and stuffed animals were added to complete the christmas display that was now your couch. You smiled at the small, stuffed Rudolph and Clarice, enjoying their lovesick look and making you immediately think of how you looked at Jake.

You had made a list of a few items you were missing- a new wreath hanger for the front door, some replacement bulbs for the top of the tree and a few new ornaments to commemorate your first, actual Christmas spent together. You hadn't mentioned to Jake how much you enjoyed decorating, especially now that you finally had someone to share it with.

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Before you realized, your stomach was growling again. The blue lights on the microwave read 9:02 and you were immediately confused why Jake wasn't home yet. Normally, he'd arrive back to you between 5-6, 6:30 at the absolute latest. Or he'd call if he was going out (honestly, he normally just told you to meet him when he went out with the gang from work). You checked your phone and saw no calls or messages, so you continued a scavenge for food, throwing together some pasta dish in case Jake hadn't eaten when he arrived.

No sooner were you pulling the past off the stove and grating some cheese into it did the front door open. Heavy boots hit the floor as the door slammed loudly shut. Jake's bag hit the wall before it hit the floor. You jumped a bit, not sure what had happened, but one look told you everything.

It had been an absolute hell of a day.

Jake walked past you towards the fridge, grabbing the bottle of whiskey that sat next to it on the counter. He grabbed a glass and, with a long pout, downed the amber liquid in seconds. You gently sat down his plate of food and Jake followed, now with a beer in hand.

Dinner was silent. You didn't want to pry or bother him when he got like this. It wasn't often he shut down, but you knew better than to try and play therapist and fix him in a state like this. You quickly finished your food and stood, taking both your empty plates to the sink. As you rinsed them off, you smiled at all your decorating and how it shone against the darkness outside. You looked at Jake, but he was still slumped over, sipping his beer.

"Hey, I know it's been a rough day but-"

"But what?" You took a shaky breath as his question came out as more of a bark than anything. When you didn't say anything, he looked at you annoyed. You unenthusiastically gestured to the living room and the kitchen, where glimmering Christmas lights shone proudly and small bits of holly garland now adored the tops of your cabinetry.

Jake groaned. "Okay, great. More stuff," he half mumbled into the beer bottle. You bit your lip frustrated almost to tears, but not willing to shed them.

"I know it's been a rough day," you repeated calmly, "but I wanted to do something special since it's our first real Christmas together."

You weren't sure what it was, but that seemed to snap something in Jake. He stood up, beer bottle clanging to the bottom of the trash bin in front of him. You took in a deep breath, unsure of exactly what was bout to happen.

"Great. Just fucking great, babe. You cover the house with all this shit," the word came out like poison, "and why? You want a pat on the back? Want to feel like what you did was special? Wow. Awesome." He rolled his eyes as the sarcasm and his volume started to grow.

"I'm sorry that I'm not in the mood to deal with any of this christmas bullshit and I wish you would just stop wasting my money on all of it so everything can look even more cramped than it already is!" he shook the stuffed Rudolph in his fist and let it fly off into the tree as he stormed out of the room and towards the bedroom. The door slammed and suddenly the only sound in the room was the tinkling of ornaments on the still shaking tree.

You took in a shaky breath, tears silently streaming down your cheeks. You had thought this would be a surprise that Jake would like. He told you on his last deployment how much he had loved seeing you decorate the place and how you had "really made it your own." You slowly stepped towards the tree, grabbing a few branches to settle it back down. You picked up the thrown reindeer and then you saw it: the "Our First Christmas" ornament that some of Jake's work friends had given to you before the deployment laid shattered on the floor.

You cradled the pieces in your hand and then walked them over to the trash, the ceramic clattering quietly with the now forgotten beer bottle at the bottom. You looked around and let out a heavy sigh, tears still falling as you wiped your nose on your sleeve. You began unplugging lights, removing the remaining ornaments and boxing them back up and putting them in the storage closet.

You were surprised at how quickly you were able to put everything away. You hadn't been interrupted, so you assumed that Jake had fallen asleep. You sat quietly on the couch, the room seeming especially bare. You sighed and pulled up a blanket, exhaustion overtaking you into sleep.

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The next morning you woke early, the bareness in the room another reminder of what had occurred last night. You took in a shaky breath and quickly walked to the bathroom, wanting to brush your teeth and splash some water on your face. You were grateful to past you for leaving some clean clothes on the hamper in the bathroom. You changed and decided to head out for some coffee from the local shop just off base.

When you returned, coffee and pastries in hand for you and Jake, you found him sitting on the floor, facing the corner of your living room. You looked at him quizzically and, as you crossed the room to put the coffee and food down on the kitchen table. With the new vantage point, you saw him holding a ceramic piece of the ornament that had broken last night.

"I'm a fucking asshole," you heard him mutter quietly. You stood still, eyebrow raised, waiting for him to continue. He stood slowly, the ornament still in hand, as he made his way over to you at the kitchen table.

"I'm so sorry, baby, so, so, incredibly sorry," he looked down at his shoes, afraid of what you'd say if he looked into your eyes. He took in a shaky breath.

"Christmas was always hard at home. It seemed like every year it was the perfect time for a full blown fight between my parents and someone would always break someone else's toys and it was always stressful and chaotic and..." you could see a tiny glimmer of wetness on his cheeks.

"...and it's no excuse. I shouldn't have done any of that. I was so glad to have you here and have you to celebrate with. And I know I ruined it and I don't know if I can fix it, but...I'm so sorry. Something snapped and I lost it. And now I'm terrified I'm going to lose you." He looked back down at the ornament shard in his hand.

"I need you to know how much this means to me to celebrate," you started, voice shaky, hands held stiffly by your sides. "I didn't have anyone or anything to celebrate Christmas growing up. Dad was always gone, mom didn't have any money and anything they did have, they gave to my younger brother. Now they're all gone. Last year was my first chance to celebrate and decorate. I was so proud to show this all off to you and this year, my only dream was to get to spend it with you. To get to have a real family Christmas celebration."

Your words hung thick in the air. Before you realized it, Jake had you wrapped up tightly in his arms. Apologies were mumbled into your hair as he clutched you tightly to his chest. You felt hot tears on your cheeks and on your neck and shoulders as your arms automatically wrapped around Jake's muscular frame.

"Okay, I am not going to be able to make this up to you," he pulled away slowly and looked down at the ornament in his hand, "but, goddammit, I'm going to try," you gave him a tentative smile as he continued. "Go out and buy whatever else you want for Christmas, New Year, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, whatever holidays you want to celebrate okay?" You let out a laugh as you wiped the snot from your nose in a very unladylike fashion.

Jake laughed and hugged you again, placing a kiss on your lips, both cheeks, forehead, and the top of your head. You laughed again and then started towards the door, car keys, coffee, and purse in hand.

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You returned back with a small bag of decorations a few hours later. You knew Jake was trying to patch things up, but you still felt guilty about all the items you had already spent money on. And, quite honestly, there wasn't much more that you needed around the house.

You heard the music inside before you opened the door. Christmas music blared from the house and only got louder as you walked in. You were not anticipating seeing almost everyone from the recently Top Gun mission in your house, all in a variety of stages of decoration. You immediately spotted Phoenix and Bob at the Christmas tree, while Halo was clearly hanging lights in the hallway (and the bathroom?).

"Hey Hangman! Mrs. Claus is home!" You turned at saw Rooster on a ladder with Coyote and Payback trying to steady him as he hung something from your ceiling. You laughed a bit and put down your purse, handing the bag of decorations to Halo as you continued into the house.

Jake stepped out of the bedroom, a red flannel and jeans now adorning his body and a santa hat perched on his head. You laughed (unsure of where he got a flannel for the hot San Diego temps) and stepped into a hug with him.

"Thank you," you whispered and he pulled back, putting the santa hat on you and dipping you into a long, obnoxious kiss. It earned a lot of whoops and hollers and a few gags (Rooster) as you ended the kiss.

"I know it's not the same, but I hope it's a little bit of Christmas for you," he whispered and wrapped his arms around you again.

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A/N: Did I say "I want to hurt my own feelings?" Yes. Yes I did. Thanks again to @rosiahills22 for the idea!!! <3

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Something In-Between, pt. 6

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f) (no y/n)

Summary: Something old, something new- reader's stuck between two men who look damn good in Navy blue(s).

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking, wowzas sexual themes going on here (basically pwp-read at own risk!), joking about suicide (not really). Everything I write is Mature- read at your own risk.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

You heard whispering from the other room and you yawned a bit and stretched under the covers, a definite fogginess from all the drinks the previous night clouding any clear bit of thought. You heard the door creak open and you blinked, not able to tell who was standing in the doorframe.

"Mornin' darlin'," came the drawl and you couldn't help the smile on your face. Jake had decided to stay and, from the sounds of it, he was in much better condition than you currently were.

"Hey Jake," you barely hummed out, a stupid smile plastered on your face despite the nagging headache that was gripping your temples. "Glad you seem to have survived the night..." You were met with a chuckle and as you started to sit up in bed and reach for your glasses, you heard Bradley's laugh as well.

"Bradshaw-" you started with a warning tone but were cut off almost immediately.

"No worries, hun, we got it all figured out. Didn't we, Bagman," you heard the blond pilot groan at the unappreciated nickname and you giggled a bit nervously. Not being able to fully see the interaction, you weren't sure if they were teasing you or if they had really come to an agreement.

Your thought process was stopped short when you felt someone land on the bed next to you. You recognized Jake's cologne as his arms wrestled you into a hug and he began tickling your sides. You started gasping for air between laughs and swatting away his incessant fingertips. Finally, you decided to call in back-up.

"Bradshaw, I swear to god, I will give you anything if you can get this big galoot off of me!" You heard the offended noise Jake made as he started to try and pin you down on the bed to get a better angle to your sides. Bradley chuckled and leaned on the doorframe.

"Anything I want, baby?" He snickered suggestively, but you missed the intonation over your own screeches and heaving breath.

"YES, BRADSHAW. NOW HELP ME!"

In seconds, Bradley had cleared the room and was pulling Jake off of you, knocking him off the other side of the bed with a loud "oof" which was followed by "goddammit Rooster!" You laughed and hugged your savior and noticed that his arms were wrapped tightly around you as he caged you to the bed. You smiled up, his face finally coming into your clear vision, chest still heaving from the tickling assault that had been mounted.

Without a second to recognize what was happening, Bradley's lips crashed into yours. You hesitated for only a split second before you met him with the same intensity. Lips melded together in a needy but gentle way, Bradley's hands hadn't moved from your sides as he slowly dropped some of his body weight onto yours. You were very much aware of how your body was reacting as Bradley deepened the kiss and were glad to note that he was reacting in a very similar way as he started to grind into you.

Suddenly, you felt Bradley's weight shift and his lips disconnected from yours. You didn't even have a chance to open your eyes when new lips started to attack yours. Met with much more urgency than the previous kiss, you were keenly aware that Jake Seresin had stepped in to take control of the situation. His hands that had previously been tormenting you were now running along your sides and brushing underneath the swell of your breasts. You let out a small hum as his tongue slipped past your lips and began exploring your mouth.

The hands that started rubbing up your thighs made you almost jump out of your skin. You hadn't remembered taking off your pajama pants, but Bradley's calloused grip on your bare thighs proved differently. Fingers suddenly hooked into your underwear and started to pull them down. You couldn't stop the moan that escaped into Jake's mouth as you felt your hips involuntarily arch up off the bed.

Jake's chuckle as he started to kiss down your neck brought you back into what was happening. As you started to sit up and protest (god knows why), you yelped as your head slammed back on the pillows, Bradley's tongue already kissing and licking up your thighs. You were sure the two pilots shared a look at each other, but you didn't care, groaning as Jake slid your t-shirt up, granting himself access to your already hard nipples.

The sounds that filled the room were obscene. Between the headache and the throbbing of every part of your body, you couldn't focus on all the sensations that were happening. Jake's teeth grazing your nipple. Bradley's tongue licking up and hitting your clit. Someone's hand was firmly grasping your ass, stuck between you and the mattress. You didn't realize that most of the noise was elicited out of you-swollen lips now dry as you arched you hips again, continually grinding into Bradley's face as his tongue alternated between your clit and licking well up into your aching hole

Suddenly, you felt Jake start to shift. Your eyes were all but screwed shut as you felt a new pair of hands start to stroke your inner thighs. As he moved, you realized it had to be Bradley's hand grabbing at your ass, his other hand holding down a hip. There was a moment of pause in Bradley's ministrations and you almost looked down to scold him, heart pounding and fully out of breath, when a finger slipped into you.

The moan that tore out of your chest was feral. Within milliseconds, Bradley's mouth was back on you while Jake's finger started pumping in and out of you, feeling every corner in side of you. You could barely make out the comments he was making over your own groans and whimpers. Suddenly, Jake slid two singers and scissored them out a bit, stretching you. You heard the sounds your now drenched core was making and could feel the tightness start to take over in your stomach and your thighs, release coming faster than you had anticipated.

You barely noticed that Bradley had moved from eating you out to kissing your thigh when you realized that Jake had removed a finger. You were about to reach for your glasses, completely unsure of what was going on when you felt Bradley's finger slip into you as well. The intricate motion of the two men inside you was too much, especially knowing that they had made this completely and utterly all about you.

It took only a few pumps and Jake gently rubbing his thumb against your clit before you started shaking and begging them not to stop. The rhythm of both men maintained the exact speed as you started to see nothing but white behind your eyelids and you legs started shaking. You snapped. The orgasm that his was harder than any you had ever had previously and you felt yourself clench tightly around the fingers that were still moving inside of you. You reached down to try and still them as you continued to ride the wave out, your hips bucking and pulling a long string of expletives out and your body stuttered.

In the silence after you finished, all you could hear was the blood rushing in your ears and our own labored breathing. Beads of sweat prickled on your body, you heaving chest starting to shallow out with each gasp. You groaned as both men pulled their fingers out, oblivious to any shared look or comment they made to each other. Your fucked-out grin was enough to show that you had enjoyed yourself entirely.

"Hey darlin'?" You lolled your head toward the door, unsure when Jake had moved off the bed. A small "mhmm" was heard from you as you felt blankets around you again.

"You alright? You were makin' all sorts of fun little noises in here..."

You shot up in bed, hand immediately grabbing blindly for your glasses. When they landed (too harshly) on your nose, you looked around. You were still in bed, blankets wrapped up around you, pajamas still firmly intact on your body, Jake in the doorway and no sign of Bradley at all. You eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as you chanced a look up at the tall aviator smirking at you.

"Nightmare," you scratched out, voice hoarse and lips still dry. He nodded with a small "ah" as you felt your heart pounding in your ears again, chest starting to tighten with the realization of what had just happened.

"All good. I told Bradshaw that I'd check on ya and get you up for today. Didn't want you to sleep through your entire Saturday..." The smile he gave you was dazzling and gave you the courage to try and stand up and make your way to the bathroom, desperately needing to pee and to splash cold water all over yourself. You gave him a sheepish grin as you padded towards the bathroom that he had first met you in when he caught your arm.

You stared into the mirror beyond the sink as Jake’s lips barely touched the outer shell of your ear. You could feel the warmth emanating off of him as the smell of him invaded your every sense.

"If you're going to dream about me, the least you can do is moan my name louder than Rooster's."

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"Penny. I'm gonna need you to give me the strongest gin and tonic you can muster. I will then take a Bud Light, bottle not draft, and then I'm going to drown myself in the ocean."

Penny glanced up at the clock. 10:37. She let out a small chuckle mixed with a sigh and passed you the drinks requested. She skipped the tonic in the gin and tonic all together and already had the Bud Light waiting as you started to down the hard liquor.

"Can you at least tell me why you've decided to kill yourself today of all days?" You looked at her with a sour look on your face (mostly from the burn of the gin).

"Why not today? I've lived a decent life. Nothing else I need to see," you said, matter of factly, taking a swig from the cool beer. Penny smiled and shrugged, taking her bar towel and throwing it over her shoulder as she looked out the back windows towards the beach.

"Oh, I think you should take care of all this business tomorrow, hon. I've got something you're definitely gonna want to see.” You followed her eyes as she started out from behind the bar, making her way to the back deck. You grabbed your beer and followed close behind her.

What was that line from the Disney movie? Ah, yes. "Rippling pectorals." Dear god, every member of the Top Gun mission squad had found themselves half naked on the beach playing some sort of bastardized game of keep away. Penny glanced at you as you took another long swing of your beer.

"Yeah..." you contemplated, a smirk playing on your lips, "I think I can wait to kill myself until tomorrow...."

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A/N: A bit short, but I wanted to get SOMETHING out for you all tonight! This may be how I work in a throuple because my god, there are a lot of hands, fingers, mouths, bodies to keep track of! Let me know what you think (and yes, groan groan, the overdone "it was all a dream" I KNOW. But it was still fun :D )

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Something In-Between, pt. 5

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f) (no y/n)

Summary: Something old, something new- reader's stuck between two men who look damn good in Navy blue(s).

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking, potentially some suggestive situations in the future (none here). Everything I write is Mature- read at your own risk.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The door creaked ever so slightly as it opened in the almost completely darkened room. You turned towards the offending noise, aggravated, without being fully conscious yet.

"So, listen," his voice was shaky and you were barely awake, eyes blearily trying to focus on the man standing in your doorway. You heard him sigh and you reached for your glasses, wanting to better understand why you were up at...dear god, the crack of fucking dawn.

"Bradshaw..." your voice was low and the comment was issued as a warning. He held up a hand and leaned on the doorframe sighing again.

"I know. I'm an asshole. And I embarrassed you and I guess...I guess what I'm trying to figure out how to-"

"Spit it out Bradshaw, I want to get some decent sleep before tod-"

"Just let me okay?" you could hear the annoyance and the fear in his voice. "I need to admit this. I've been acting like an asshole and everything with Hangman because...I think I'm in love with you."

It was a statement of fact that hung in the early morning and sucked all the air out of the room and out of Bradley's lungs. You sat up a bit in bed, not sure if you had heard him entirely correct. Sure, it was fairly obvious there were feelings between you two, but they had always been on your end. What you were surprised by was his ability to admit these feelings...

It had been one night at UVA, all the "kids" in your friend group had scampered off to some nightclub, leaving you alone at a large booth sipping a drink. You had spotted Bradley across the way at the bar, quietly looking completely unphased by everything happening in a college bar on a Friday night. He suddenly caught your eye as he scanned the room and you offered him a slight smile and raised your glass to him. He raised his beer bottle in reciprocation and then you tilted your head to the empty seats beside you.

You and Bradley had closed down the bar in that booth. You covered every topic you could think of: family, friends, classes, life, dream jobs, childhood pets. Bradley had told you about his parents and the Navy- which was something he always intentionally avoided when first meeting someone. You were different. The two of you walked out of the bar, attached at the hip. It was that night that you knew, he had fallen in love with you.

"I knew in college, Bradley. I'm just not exactly sure what to do about it." You saw his face drop as he nodded. He was afraid of this scenario, but being stuck in purgatory where he didn't know if you even knew of his feelings was a far worse outcome. You offered him a sleepy smile.

"Can we maybe talk about this some time when I'm not half asleep?" That got a chuckle and another nod from Bradley as he stepped towards you in bed.

"You bet. Love ya, kid." he places a quick peck on the top of your head and you smiled, breathing in his cologne. You started sinking back under the covers for a few more hours of sleep as he headed towards the door.

"Love ya too, Bradshaw."

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"Hey there, darlin'," the southern voice drawled through the receiver, "how'd I get so lucky to win a phone call from you?" You stifled a giggle, the alcohol clouding every part of your brain. You swayed a bit, holding the phone tightly against your cheek, a big, stupid grin plastered on your face.

"Uh, sweetheart?"

You gasped at his voice, half forgetting that you were on the phone.

"Shit, sorry. I uh- I...fuck, I honestly don't know why I called you. I'm sorry...." The words rambled out with only a bit of slurring. You were more embarrassed than drunk and that part of your brain was suddenly working just fine.

"It's all good darlin', I'm here if you just want to talk. You in a safe place?" You nodded and then realized there was no way Jake could hear your nod. You gave him the affirmative and he hummed back. Suddenly, loud music filled the reciever.

"Jake, where are you? Oh god- you're out, I'm so fucking sor-"

You heard a slightly annoyed sigh from Jake on the other end. You weren't sure if it was your call or the obnoxiously loud karaoke that had just started up. You heard him shuffling outside and then suddenly on the ocean waves could be heard in the background.

"Stop apologizing for calling me. You okay? Do you want-"

"-I want you to come over."

The unasked question melded with your response and Jake couldn't help the flip that his stomach did when you admitted you wanted him there. His heart started pounding a bit more as he bit the corner of his lip.

"I'll be there in 10 sweetheart. Want me to bring anything?" His brain started wracking though all the things that could happen tonight (beer, wine, vodka, whiskey, weed, coke, condoms...he only knew where to get a few things and wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but wanted to be prepared nonetheless). Your shaky and still tipsy voice crackled in his ear and brought him out of his 50 yard stare.

"I...I don't think I want to be alone right now, that's all."

Jake refused to hang up the phone even when a dial tone rung in his ear, signalling that you had probably moved onto another drink. He walked pointedly out of the bar, his vision tunnelling as he walked swiftly out the front doors to his car.

Both Phoenix and Coyote saw the whole thing happen. The phone call that was answered too quickly. The nicknames that flew out of Hangman's mouth. The walking outside. The run to get to the parking lot. Phoenix rolled her eyes and looked over at Bradley, completely engrossed in a song at the piano, a variety of cadets and officers singing and clapping him on the back.

Poor bastard, she thought, he has no idea.

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You couldn't tell if it had been 10 minutes or 10 hours. You were splayed out, halfway on the floor, a glass precariously perched in your hand. You knew this was catastrophic. You knew it was immature. You also knew what Bradley's admission meant this morning: all those years you had pined for him and supported him and loved him, he had loved you back. But he had left you anyway.

Another sound knock at the door lurched you up onto your feet as you stumbled to grasp the cool handle in your palm. You tried to regain some control as you unlocked and opened the door, but you seemed to lose all resolve when you were met with the stunningly handsome blond aviator in front of you.

"Hey..." you ventured awkwardly, unsure of exactly what 20 minutes ago drunk you were thinking.

"Hey there, sweetheart. Mind if I come in? Assess the damage?" You laughed and stepped to the side, a smirk covering Jake's face when he noticed the half empty liquor bottle on the kitchen table.

"You've been busy," he commented, the smirk growing. You shrugged. "Something going on?" You shook your head, unwilling to give up any more information. You were drunk, but you weren't stupid. You didn't want Jake knowing about Bradley and his feelings and...

"It's Bradshaw, isn't it?"

You froze, halfway back to the couch. You let out a deep sigh and then turned slowly like a caught child. Well, so much for keeping that cat in the bag.

"He loves me," Jake froze, unsure of the intrepid waters that he just crossed into. "I loved him for years, Jake, years," you emphasized and he nodded, crossing the room to sit next to your on the couch. "He called me his sister. He dated around. He...he left me." You willed yourself not to cry. The feeling of Jake's warm hand on your thigh helped calm you down a bit.

"It fuckin sucks, man," you said through a few lose tears, a laugh bubbling up at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. Jake nodded and let out a small breathless laugh.

"I hear ya, darlin. How about we take your mind off it okay?" Before you could answer he was already heading to the kitchen, two glasses in hand. "Nothing a little drinking game can't fix."

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About 2 am you thought your sides were going to burst from all the laughter. You weren't even sure what had happened to get you from literal tears to a giggling mess halfway into Jake's arms. You realized he was laughing just as hard as you were, the empty bottle of tequila was no doubt the culprit in all this.

"Jake, I have to go to bed now..." you weren't sure if you were trying to be seductive or just make a point that if you laughed anymore, you very well may throw up. Jake calmed his chuckles and started to stand up. "I know where my own bedroom is..."

He raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that darlin'? I'm just trying to be a gentleman here and make sure you get home safely." You swatted at his chest, earning another laugh. You took his arm and led him towards your bedroom.

"See? Safe and sou-" you turned to look at your bed and when you turned back around to Jake, his lips collided with yours. You froze. It was everything you thought a kiss with Jake Seresin would be, except it was way more clouded than you would've liked. He kept it short and simple, not apologetic look on his face.

"I want you to know exactly where I stand with you, princess. I don't want to miss out on something because you're not sure of my feelings."

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"Hey Hangman? Get the FUCK out of my living room!"

You blinked through the fog of an impending hangover, cursing whatever idiot part of you let you drink tequila last night. You looked at your phone. 4.32am. Goddammit. You swung your legs over the side of the bed, pulling on pajama pants that were lying on the floor and quickly made your way out to the living room.

You were anticipating a brawl. What you found was Jake standing, hands up in mock apology, head down, with Bradley practically snarling at him, his voice seething.

"I said GET THE FUCK-"

"BRADLEY." Both men turned to look at you. You were a sight. Backwards PJ pants, wrinkled oversized shirt, hair sticking up in a variety of directions, glasses slightly crooked on your nose.

"He's drunk. He can't drive home. I won't allow it. And how the FUCK did you get home like this?"

He gave you a sheepish look, refusing to answer directly, but rather mumbling something about Bob and Coyote and Phoenix's car. You rolled your eyes, your head already pounding and your mouth impeccably dry.

"Okay. Here's how this is going to work. I'm getting water for all three of us," you walked towards the kitchen. "Bradley, go to bed. Jake, go back to bed. I'm going to contemplate whether or not I want to die from this hangover and we're all going to leave each other alone, okay?" The two tired slightly intoxicated nods you received almost made you laugh. Almost.

You handed Bradley his water without a word. He gave you a crooked smile and headed off to his room. When you placed the glass down next to Jake on the coffee table, he looked up at you, gratefully.

"Thanks beautiful. I appreciate it."

You nodded, not trusting your words and headed back to bed, water glass gripped tightly in your grasp. You laid down in bed, not completely fathoming what had just happened. Jake and Bradley were mere feet away from you (and from each other).

"Jesus fucking Christ."

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PART 6

A/N: I'm not saying something vaguely like this happened in college that one time...but I'm also not saying that it didn't. I'm still stuck between the two- let me know who you all like more!

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Something In-Between, pt. 4

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f) (no y/n)

Summary: Something old, something new- reader's stuck between two men who look damn good in Navy blue(s).

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking, potentially some suggestive situations in the future (none here). Everything I write is Mature- read at your own risk.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

"Oh my GOD, you left him on read?!" Your hands were just about to cover Kelli's mouth AND throat as her voice carried through the hanger. Sensing your movements, she quickly stepped back out of your potential grasp.

"Girl, we've all seen him and we've seen the way he looks at you...come ON..." This time you were the faster as you were able to land a sound fist into her shoulder as you stalked past her.

"Shut up, okay?" you hissed, a glare taking over your features, "I should've never told you in the first place." She groaned, rubber her arm and following behind you like a dejected puppy as you made your way over to a group of new contractors.

In your aggravation (mostly at yourself for blabbing about Hangman's text to you this morning), you had failed to notice that a few green flight suits littered the large doorway of the partially constructed hanger. As if on cue, you felt the hair on the back of your neck started to stand up as you felt eyes on you.

Immediately, as you turned your eyes locked with Bradley and you realized quickly, thanks to the smirk on his face, that he had heard your earlier comments about Hangman's texts. You rolled your eyes and saw him raise an eyebrow in amusement.

"What're we doing here?" you heard someone whine and your tunnel vision quickly snapped back and you realized that half of the flight squad was awkwardly standing with Rooster. He had dragged them all out here to spy on me- you inwardly groaned and his audacity after how shitty he had been the last few days. Rooster laughed as he watched you put all the pieces together and then wordlessly walked out of view around the hanger leaving you with a very nosey Kelli.

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"Bradshaw, it's like the third night this week. I'm not exactly a bar rat and if I have to smell another shitty IPA I'm going to kick someone in the balls."

Rooster's laugh filled his Bronco as he continued driving straight for the destination for the evening: a bar.

To say that you were displeased would have been an understatement. You were tired, you weren't in the mood to drink anything right now, and you were starting to feel bad about not texting Jake back after a full day....

"Trust me, dino," Bradley's voice broke you out of your thoughts, "best burgers in town. I'll even buy and if I see anyone with an IPA, I'll let you kick him in the balls, okay?" You let out a short sigh, giving in and offering Bradley a slight smile as he pulled into a parking lot.

He was quick to hop out and run around to your side, holding the door open with an overly flourished "m'lady," to which you took his hand with an eye roll loud enough you could hear it. He laughed and grabbed the door on your way in, almost pushing you out of the way to be a gentleman. You paused and gave him a quizzical look, but his grin never faltered.

After about a half-hour in a booth, you had downed one drink and were waiting on another. Bradley had asked you about work and you were explaining some of the nonsense that was going on, but you were keenly aware that he was barely looking at you and he certainly wasn't paying attention. It was like he was waiting for someone else...

You played with the wooden skewer that was in your now-empty glass and sighed. Bradley hadn't even noticed you weren't talking any more, still offering up "mhhmm's" and head nods every so often. You pulled out your phone and started scrolling through messages, when you suddenly saw your newly refreshing drink appear in front of you. You smiled politely at your waitress and as she stepped aside, you saw exactly what Bradley had in store for you.

A tall blond in a military grade khaki uniform stepped through the door with a tall blonde who was practically hanging off of him. They were met at the hostess stand and quickly whisked away to the other side of the restaurant, but still vaguely within your view if you schooched a bit over in the booth. You felt a cold heat consume your body and couldn't help the shiver that passed over your skin.

It was now that you felt Bradley's eyes on you. He had a cocksure smug look on his face and you wanted to smack him. He could've just told you that Jake was a player or a jerk or a cheat or whatever adjective person he was. But no, Bradley had to take it one step further and humiliate you in the crossfire. You knew what he was doing- he wanted you to see that Jake wasn't only interested in you and then you'd stop talking to him.

What he wasn't counting on was that you weren't planning on running into his arms.

You had two options: throw the new drink in Bradley's face, call him an insecure piece of shit, make a scene, and storm out of the restaurant.

OR

Pretend like you hadn't seen Jake and that, even if you had, there was nothing there beyond flirting and that this didn't bother you at all.

Panic started to cross Bradley's face as he watched you calculating the situation. You let out a sharp breath and took a long swing of your drink and turned back to the man sitting beside you in the booth.

"You going to pay attention to me now that you've got an audience here, or are we waiting for more of the squad to walk in with their dates?"

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The rest of the meal had passed relatively uneventfully. Bradley had apologized for his childish behavior and his shitty behavior and any other behavior he had exhibited in the last week. He chalked it up to being stressed with the mission and being worried about your honor or whatever.

You knew what this was. Bradley had actual, real live feelings for you and he didn't know what to do about them. So he wanted to buy time until he could figure it out and Jake was expediting the process a bit too quickly for his liking. Bradley left to go pay the bill and you noticed you were absently playing with your phone, the screen lighting up every time you turned it over in your palm.

Suddenly it began to ring.

You looked down and saw the caller ID and answered before the second ring.

"Hey there, looks like we're both down a date." Your eyes darted around a plant as you scooted to the right in the booth and locked eyes with Jake across the room, his phone perched to his ear as he smirked at you. You couldn't help but let out a laugh in noticing that his date must also be in the bathroom.

"That appears to be true..." you raised your eyebrows in amusement, holding his gaze across the dining room. You saw his shoulders shake with no-doubt a small laugh.

"You didn't answer my text. You couldn've told me that I would see you today," you opened your mouth to respond, but that silken velvet voice cut you off, "no need to play hard-to-get sweetheart. I'm willing to do whatever you need me to."

The comment struck something in your chest as you fumbled in holding his gaze, your cheeks starting to turn a bit pink. You realized you could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you knew Bradley would be back at the table soon. Jake patiently waited for a response as you forced your eyes back up to meet his. He offered a sweet smile, but you knew there was something wicked right beneath the surface of it.

"Whatever you need," he repeated low and sultry. You watched him give you a wink and hang up his phone, his date returning to the table. Bradley was shortly next to you, a dial tone loudly echoing in your ear as he approached.

"Everything good?" he asked, suspicious of your lack of a comment about him abandoning you at the table. You practically jumped out of your skin at the break from Jake as your eyes quickly shut and opened, looking up at a concerned Bradley.

"All good- trying to get a call through, but I just keep getting a dial tone...weird," you tried to be an nonchalant as your could, sliding out of the booth and making your way towards the front doors. You wanted to throw a look to Jake, but decided you weren't ready to face whatever look he was about to give you.

Bradley's hand found its way to the small of your back as you stepped outside and towards his car. He opened the passenger side door and then climbed into the driver side, the engine roaring to life under his fingers.

You parked and were waiting for Bradley to drop you off at your car so you could drive home from base when your phone chime went off. You made some lame excuse about it "probably being Kelli or something," and hopped into your car. The screen was bright against the now dark sky.

She's my sister.

Your heart practically damaged itself, throwing itself against your ribcage. You were impressed by Bradley's attempt at being sneaky, but it seemed that Jake was always one step ahead. The photo that then popped up on your phone was all the proof you needed. There was Jake next to a few leggy blondes who all looked like (who you assumed was) mom. You sighed and started your car, heading home.

Jake 1. Bradley 0.

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"Hey, it was practically a double date! Bradshaw just didn't have the balls to come over and say hello." The pointed comment shot through the hanger like a knife as the pilots waited for their next briefing to begin. Bradley shot Jake a nasty look. Jake was glad to be able to get a rise.

"I didn't want to interrupt your date," Rooster bit back and Hangman laughed. He had the older pilot hook, line, and sinker.

"You mean my sister, Bradshaw? Hell, she'd probably go out on a date with you. We should've switched last night!" He laughed and it was a scathing noise that made Rooster almost clear a desk and strangle the blond right then and there. Maverick's timing, however, was impeccable.

"Enough," he growled, leaving no room for continued discussion as everyone turned in their seats. "Let's get this over with."

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PART 5

A/N: Sorry I've been MIA! I accidentally took the month of October off but I'm here now and I've missed you all!

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