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Summary: Just a day at the beach. Bradley finally gets some of the answers he wants, and maybe a little more.
Warnings: angst, fluff, some swears, adult banter, getting more into 18+
Length: 5000 words, yes 5000 words JUST FOR YOU!
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
"What does dress for fun even mean?" you asked Maria through your open door as you tore into your closet the next morning.
"I guess a bathing suit? It's a beach day, make it sexy," she yelled back. You immediately thought of what Rooster might be wearing. Or not wearing. He'd definitely be shirtless at some point, and if you knew anything from the times you'd briefly touched him, the man was ripped.
"Shit," you whispered as you pulled out your bathing suits. Your body was not the specimen of pure perfection that Bradley's was, but at least it seemed to get the job done. "Purple one piece or black two piece?" you asked Maria.
"Hmmm, black two piece!"
You finished getting ready and inspected yourself in the mirror. It was no string bikini, but you were definitely showing a lot of skin. And your intentionally messy ponytail would be shocking for a work day, but it seemed fine for a day at the beach. You threw on a pair of ripped jean shorts and an oversized tee shirt and headed to your car with your backpack, "I'll meet you there, slowpoke." Maria just gave you the finger in response.
The parking lot above the seaside cliffs beach was narrow, and you snagged one of the last open spots, right next to Bradley's Bronco. Your heart danced in your chest, excited and nervous to see him. You had been waxing poetic about how much you liked him while you were at the Hard Deck, but he hadn't really given you much of a response. Of course, you'd had an awful lot to drink, and hopefully he was just being gentlemanly. But would he be happy to see you today? You also really needed to talk to him about how you felt.
You realized you were going to have to climb down a lot of rocks to get to the beach below, and you wished you had worn something better than your boat shoes. Very gingerly, you took your time safely navigating the boulders all the way down toward the sand. But you slipped and nearly landed on your ass as soon as you saw Bradley. Phoenix had said all of the guys got attention from the locals, and you agreed, they were a good looking bunch. But Bradley was just ridiculously hot. He turned so his back was to you, and he was talking with Coyote and Bob. Just as you hopped off the last of the rocks onto the sand, Bradley reached behind his neck and yanked off his US Navy tee shirt, tossing it to the sand.
Your lust ridden body was moving at a snail's pace. You didn't know where to go. Thirty feet ahead of you stood the sexiest man you'd ever seen, and you were only looking at his back for fuck's sake. Bob waved to you, and Bradley turned your way to see who was there.
"Y/N," he called with a smile, seemingly happy to see you.
His cut off denim shorts rode below his belly button, and he had perfect six pack abs. You could just barely see the waistband of his underwear, and you wanted to run your fingers along it. His body was literally a 6'1" fantasy.
He ran a hand through his hair and adjusted his sunglasses. As he took a step in your direction, you felt your thighs clench together, and you almost moaned out loud. It was going to be a long day.
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So you had decided to come to the beach. Bradley knew Maverick had invited a lot of the support staff for the day as well, but so far Hondo was the only one who had shown up. But now you were here, looking beyond adorable. God, he wanted to get you alone and make you explain to him exactly where he stood with you.
"Y/N! I saved you a spot!" Phoenix called from behind Bradley. And you took off in her direction, just giving Bradley a nervous smile on your way past. He turned and watched you spread your large beach towel out near Phoenix and Halo in what he heard you all referring to as 'the girls' corner '.
Well that just wouldn't do. He gave you a couple minutes to settle in as he walked down to the water to rinse off his arms and cool down a bit. But, then he went and crashed that party.
"Forgot my towel. Yours looks big enough to share," he announced before plopping down on your towel and lounging back on his elbows.
"Excuse you, this is the girls' corner. Get out," Phoenix told him, pointing toward the area where some of the guys were lounging about.
"No, I like it over here," he replied as he looked up at you.
You sighed dramatically and took your sunblock and water bottle out of your bag. "I guess you can stay, but we will be talking about you boys and all manner of other girly things."
"That's cool. I'm very in touch with my feminine side. And I also have a lot of opinions on these guys."
Halo and Phoenix laughed, but Bradley's breath caught in his throat as you unbuttoned your shorts and shimmied them down your legs. After you neatly folded them and tucked them away, you brought your hands up along your hips and under your shirt. As you pulled it up and over your head, he bit back a groan, completely hypnotized by the expanse of your pristine skin and your cleavage.
He'd probably made a bad decision by hijacking half of your towel, but it was too late. He was already here, and now you were applying sunblock to your legs. God, those fucking legs. He was dying to touch your skin. He watched you glance between Phoenix and him a few times before holding out the bottle in his direction.
"Will you do my back?"
Bradley was more than willing to do so, so much to your back... your whole body, really, if he was allowed to. He quickly got himself into a seated position and patted the spot in front of him on the towel. After a second of hesitation, you carefully sat cross legged a few inches in front of him.
The first swipe of lotion across your shoulder had you leaning back a bit, and Bradley used his big hands to gently rub it into your soft skin. As his fingers dipped underneath your bathing suit strap, he could feel you exhale sharply. He took his time, going over every inch of your back two times with his hands. He let his fingertips rub into your lower back just above your suit bottoms. As he brought his hands up to the back of your neck, he noticed you had stopped conversing with Halo and Phoenix and seemed to be enjoying this little backrub as much as he was. You hadn't pulled away from him. In fact you had been inching closer. He caressed the back of your neck softly, touching the wisps of your hair that had come loose from your ponytail.
If any of the guys were watching, Bradley would surely be in for a ribbing about this later. And Hangman would try to make his life a living hell if he saw any of this. But you were melting into his touch, so it was worth it. Phoenix had a shit-eating grin on her face, but surely she wouldn't make fun of him too much, since she already knew what a mess Bradley was over you.
"All done," he whispered to you as he let his fingers drift away from your skin.
Your simple response of, "Mm, thank you, Bradley," went right to his cock. He was good and fucked at this point, so he just let himself collapse onto his back on your towel. He closed his eyes and listened in on the promised girl talk and the sounds of the ocean. Apparently Phoenix and Halo both used to have a crush on Coyote. That could be good blackmail information for later. Then you told the girls a funny story about a horrible date you went on a few years ago, and your laugh washed over him like the warm sunshine.
It was still pretty early, and some of the aviators and others were still slowly arriving at the beach. At one point he heard Maverick announce that he had a cooler of drinks and had ordered sandwiches for everyone for lunch. He knew this was supposed to be a team building day, so he was going to try to push aside his feelings about Maverick and make the best of it.
And it didn't hurt that you broke away from the girl talk to lay down next to him. When Bradley turned his head toward you and opened his eyes, he could tell you were already looking at him through your sunglasses. You both sized each other up for a few minutes, Bradley slowly memorizing the shape of your lips and the curve of your cheeks. Finally he reached out his index finger and tapped your hand. "Wanna talk?" he asked quietly.
"Not really, but yeah, I guess we should. I'm sorry, Bradley. I was pretty out of line on Saturday night. I... shouldn't have butted in on you when you were talking to your two new... friends."
He swallowed hard. "So you want to be just friends with me then?"
"No, that's not what I said. Oh, this is so embarrassing," you groaned and propped your head up on one elbow so you were looking right at him. It took a lot of willpower for Bradley to pry his eyes away from your chest and focus on what you were saying. "I just can't believe I did that. I-I came at you like you were mine or something, and I'm sorry. I think it was the tequila talking, but I know that's not an excuse."
"Sweetheart, I wasn't interested in those girls. I'm interested in you. And you said you liked me. You said you were attracted to me. Was that the tequila talking?" Bradley was ready to beg you for answers if needed.
Sweetheart again. You couldn't handle it. You puffed out a little laugh and a blush crept along your neck and cheeks, now refusing to meet his eyes. "No, that was the sober truth. Drunk truth, too, I guess. But I do like you, and I am attracted to you."
"Then why did you turn me down when I asked you out?" he asked, his heart pounding in his ears.
"I didn't turn you down, I told you not to ask me out at all."
"Is there really a difference?"
"No, I guess not. But I know how you guys are. And I know how I am. And I'm scared ," you whispered.
Bradley liked you so much, he couldn't imagine a world where he would do anything to you that would scare you or hurt you. He would take you out wherever you wanted to go. He would hold you against him and kiss your neck. He would listen to every single thing you had to say. He would appreciate you. He would make love to you exactly how you wanted him to. "Why are you scared? And what can I do to show you that you don't have to be scared of me?"
You raised an eyebrow at him before taking a deep breath. "When I got serious with my last boyfriend, he changed his mind part way through. And then recently when I tried to keep a casual friends with benefits thing going, the guy changed his mind and suddenly wanted to be serious with me. I'm tired of trusting the guys I shouldn't, and having others demand of me what I don't want to give them. And don't even get me started on how dating another officer could impact my career with the Navy."
That made a lot of sense to Bradley. And maybe he wasn't the only one with some issues here. "And does that leave any room at all for me?"
Your only response was your fingers tangling with his on the towel.
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Your friends finally showed up hours after you had. Now you were sitting on the rocks with Cam and Maria, eating sandwiches and drinking lemonade.
"Rooster keeps looking at you," Cam noted as he worked on his third sandwich.
"She keeps looking at him too," Maria added.
They weren't wrong. Bradley was playing volleyball with some of the others, and you were pretty sure he had missed a few shots, because he'd been smiling at you. All you had done was gently held hands with him while you relaxed in the sun, but you'd felt a little bit lighter and fuzzy around the edges since then.
"No comment," you said as you hopped up from the rocks and started walking toward the water.
"Seriously?! I'm practically employed as your life coach and you won't tell me what's up?" Maria called as she and Cam followed you to the water.
Then all of the guys plus Halo and Phoenix made their way loudly toward the water's edge as well, and Hangman had a football in each hand. Hondo was sorting everyone into two teams. His hand connected with your shoulder as he said, "Blue Team".
"Huh? What's happening here?" you asked Halo as she was sorted onto the Red Team.
"It's dog-fight football. Offense and defense at the same time. You'll love it."
"How is it offense and defense at the same time?" you asked, frantically trying to find your teammates.
"It makes sense once you start the game. I'll help you out," said Coyote, who had somehow been selected to be captain and quarterback of your Blue Team.
"Listen up!" yelled Hondo. "I'll keep score. Don't make me call penalties, because it will piss me off. Absolutely no tackling into the sand. And... everyone on the losing team does fifty pushups!"
Your eyes bugged out, unsure if you'd done that many pushups in the last six months.You had a desk job for crying out loud, and basic training had been a decade ago.
"Maybe I'll just sit this one out," you muttered and tried to sneak away. But Bradley appeared in front of you, shaking his head. "At least let me put my shorts and shirt on over my bathing suit before we start," you pleaded, thinking if you could just get back to your towel, everyone would forget about you.
Bradley took you by the elbow and pulled you back into place, lined up next to your teammates Coyote and Bob. "You have to play, or it will be an uneven number. And I promise, there's nothing to be afraid of," he said, crossing his heart with his index finger. Then he lined up directly across from you with the Red Team and crouched down, hand planted in the wet sand, biceps bulging. You mimed his actions, causing him to burst into laughter. "Now that's intimidating. I'm a little scared, actually."
"Oh, shove it, Rooster!"
"She's already trash talking!" exclaimed Bob. "Kick his butt, Lieutenant Y/L/N!!"
Hondo blew his whistle, and everyone took off running in every direction. You saw Maria pulling Cam through the water, and Phoenix had somehow already scored a touchdown before you even moved. But there was so much chaos, you managed to distract Hangman by calling his name, and you got him to pass to you, even though you weren't on his team.
"Oh no," you gasped when you caught the ball. Then you were off, ducking and running as Payback, the intended receiver, was headed right toward you. Maverick provided some cover, and you scored for your team.
Halo was right, you were loving this.
"Damn it, Bradshaw! She's fast! Cover her better!" Payback yelled as you jumped up and down with the ball.
"Yeah, I've got her," Bradley replied as you and he lined up across from each other once again. You stuck your tongue out at him in response to his smirk. "She's all mine."
Now Bradley was on offense, and you had to figure out how to keep the football out of his hands.
"Shit," you gasped as he caught a beautiful pass from Hangman. Unsure of how to stop him from scoring, you jumped directly into his arms. Maybe you could get him to drop the ball?
Nope, not a chance. Bradley scooped you up one handed and hauled you along with him and the football. He adjusted his forearm under your butt, and his massive hand wrapped around your thigh, holding you against his abs. You grabbed his shoulders as he picked up speed and dodged Bob. You tried not to get turned on as his fingers gripped your leg harder. And you tried so hard to keep your hands still, but you couldn't deny yourself the feel of his shoulders then collarbone and then neck beneath your palms.
"Nice try, but that was never gonna work," Bradley whispered against your left ear. That raspy voice left you speechless as he set you gently down in the sand. The loss of contact with his warm body almost made you whine for him to pick you up again.
Lining up across from Bradley over and over again was exhausting. Sure, the game was tiring you out, but trying to stay calm while presented with his body was mentally taxing. It was as much a form of foreplay as your banter had been. If you moved to the right, he followed you. If he tried to sneak around behind Halo, you were there. Offense or defense, it didn't matter; your hands were all over each other. Sand and water splashed and sprayed up everywhere, adding texture to his glistening, sweaty body.
Oh, how you wanted more.
When Hondo blew the whistle for the two minute warning, you were on defense. Bradley crouched down, planted his hand and slowly shook his head at you. "Come on, Y/N. Show me what you got."
The pass came right toward you both. You jumped and tried to catch it, but he was too tall. He paused and tried to gauge what you were going to do, so you went with your one and only move. You jumped directly into his arms again, wrapping your legs around his waist, and his hand came up to your thigh again. This time you tried to knock the ball out of his hands, but he just laughed and held it high above his head. You felt your chest smashing into his as you scrambled to reach for the ball. Your nipples were so hard, and you knew he could feel them. He ran for the touchdown and tossed the ball back over his shoulder.
"Come on, Baby Girl. I thought we already established that isn't gonna work," he rasped against your neck as his other hand came up to your waist with a squeeze.
Baby Girl. Fuck, you were on the verge of combustion. His mustache was tickling your neck as he chuckled, and his grip on your body was unrelenting.
You faintly heard the Red Team cheering as they had tallied more points when he scored, but he kept his attention on you.
"You keep doing this, and a guy might think he has a chance with you."
You couldn't respond, you were too turned on. If you opened your mouth, you would definitely kiss him. If you moved your hands from his shoulders, they would end up in his messy, sandy hair. Bradley just slowly lowered your aching body back to the ground, and when your feet hit the water, he winked and told you, "I think it's time for your push-ups."
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Bradley watched you struggle through your push-ups, but you never gave up. He'd come to appreciate that about you; you were smart, resourceful and determined.
And honestly, he was thankful to have a moment to cool down. Your whole body had been wrapped around him, twice. It was too much. He had been on the verge of kissing your lips and dragging your body against the front of his shorts, where he really needed you.
"Good game, Bradshaw," you told him when you were finally finished with push-ups. You were looking at him like you wanted to jump into his arms again. You shouldn't be looking at him like that, not in front of everyone.
"I really had a lot of fun, Y/N," he replied, hoping nobody else could hear how horny he sounded.
He watched you swallow hard and then turn back toward your towel.
"God damnit," Bradley muttered as he took off in the other direction. He needed to get away from you, or soon everyone else on that beach was going to know without a doubt that he had it bad for you. They probably already did. Anyone with eyes could see the way he reacted to you every single time you were around him. He grabbed a drink out of the cooler and downed the whole thing.
"Well, that was hot," Phoenix crooned behind him. "Jeez, Rooster, you could at least take her back home before you maul her apart."
"Fuck, everyone knows now?" he asked, his voice pleading.
Phoenix just shook her head in a maybe motion. "I don't think so. I can just tell with you how big of a deal this is. The others probably just think you turned your flirt meter way up for the day."
This did not help calm his nerves at all.
"But it's going to be okay. I've got your back," she said with a saucy wink that did not bode well with him.
Bradley took a walk along the water alone, stopping to wash some of the sand from his body and hair. The sun was starting to dip lower in the afternoon heat, and there had been talk about everyone meeting up to get burgers and then going to the Hard Deck for drinks. It was nice to see everyone getting along today. Maverick was even going to buy the first round. Apparently nothing got aviators more excited than free drinks.
He turned to see some of the group had already started the climb back up to the parking lot, but you hadn't left yet. You were taking your own solo walk along the far side of the cove, so he took his time before gathering his things together.
"Bye. See you at the Burger Shack," Phoenix said as she rushed past Bradley, arms filled with stuff as she headed for the boulders.
"You need help with all of that?"
"I'm doing you a favor," she called back. "You can't help me do you a favor, that's not how it works!"
There were officially zero women in Bradley's life that made any sense or made things easier for him.
And now it was just you and him left on the beach as the sun dipped lower. He got his shirt and shoes back on and tucked his keys and phone into his pockets as you slowly traipsed back from the water's edge.
"Wanna walk up with me?" he asked as you picked up your towel.
"Where's all my stuff?" you asked, looking around frantically. "I thought my bag was under my towel. My teal backpack had everything in it. My phone and keys and everything."
Bradley glanced around at nothing but empty sand. "I'll bet someone grabbed it by accident. Here, call your phone." He unlocked his and handed it to you as he realized who the culprit most certainly was.
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Your phone rang and rang and rang. After the third try, you realized nobody was going to answer it. Now you were so mad you'd never taken the time to set up that remote phone tracker app.
"It's probably with someone at the Burger Shack," Bradley reassured you, shoving his phone back in his pocket. "I can give you a ride there, we can get your bag, and then I'll bring you back to get your car."
You looked up at him and laughed, pushing your sunglasses to the top of your head. "Bradley, I don't have anything except my towel. I don't even have shoes, and it will take me all night to climb up the rocks with bare feet."
Bradley looked down at your feet as you wiggled your painted toes around. "I can carry you."
"I can't ask you to do that!"
"Then don't ask, just get on," he said, gesturing for you to jump on for a piggyback ride.
You hesitated for a moment, but then conceded, draping your towel around your shoulders. The man had already carried you up to your apartment and that hadn't killed him. "Okay..." you mumbled as he crouched down a little and you hopped up onto his back. You squealed and wrapped your arms around his neck as he grabbed your thighs with both large hands and hoisted you a little higher.
"You okay back there?" he asked, and you could hear a smile in his voice. Of course you were okay, his biceps were rubbing against your sides.
"As long as you are." But he was already starting up the rocks, taking his time to make sure he had good footing. You held on a little tighter and rested your chin on his left shoulder, anxious to see where he was going to step next. He felt so strong, his back pressed against your front. And he smelled so good, you wanted to bury your nose against his warm skin. The thin layers of fabric between you both were doing nothing to keep the butterflies at bay. "I honestly don't know how you are doing this. I almost fell on my ass walking down here earlier!"
Bradley chuckled. "You might be surprised by the things I would be willing to do for a chance to carry a cute girl around."
You could feel yourself blushing hard as your legs rubbed along the soft cotton tee covering his back as he moved. "Will you let me buy you a burger later?" you asked.
"No."
"How about a beer at the Hard Deck?"
"No."
"Well then, what will you let me do?" you whispered in his ear, almost screaming when he audibly groaned in reply.
"There's only one thing I want."
"Oh really? What's that?"
"I want you to admit that you can't get enough of me, and that's why you jumped on me twice during football." He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye behind his sunglasses with a grin.
You were quiet for a moment as he continued the journey upwards, finally nearing the top.
"Okay, first of all, how am I supposed to defend against someone roughly twice my size? It should have been Bob playing against you! Second, that was my only move, Bradshaw. Other than flinging myself at you like a flying squirrel and hoping for the best, there was no better option. And third...."
"Yes, go on..." he teased as you two reached the top of the hill, the beach now far below you. You were coming up quickly to the Bronco as Bradley carried you in that direction.
"Well, third, yeah... you know. Come on, you know you look good, Rooster."
"Not as good as you, Sweetheart," he rasped as he let go of your leg with his right hand and quickly unlocked the passenger door. He pulled it open and gently bent to set you down on the passenger seat. You slid into place and tossed your towel to the floor as he turned to face you. "Not as good as you."
You needed to feel him against you again. It was the only pressing thing now, your missing backpack totally forgotten. Bradley leaned toward you and wrapped the seat belt around your bare torso, his fingers gently grazing your left side as he clicked it into place. Before he could remove his hand, you grabbed it with your left one. You reached up with your right hand, removed his sunglasses and tossed them onto the driver's seat, revealing a look of longing in his eyes. Then you let your fingertips trail along the scars on his cheek. His eyes closed for a few beats as you pushed your fingers up over his ear and into his hair. His eyes opened again, pleading with you as you played with his messy hair, your fingers moving to the back of his neck.
You pulled him closer and closer until you pressed your lips against his. You should have been embarrassed by the broken sigh that escaped you, but his hands were both immediately on your waist, and you were gone. He drew little circles on your skin with his thumbs as he explored your lips gently with his mouth, his mustache tickling your upper lip in the most delicious way.
You kissed and nibbled on his lips, now using both hands to pull him in tighter to you. Your nose bumped his as you changed positions slightly, leaning up to feel the pressure of your chest against his. With a moan, he used his mouth to part your lips, and you could feel the tip of his tongue against yours.
He tasted so good and so warm. Your fingers dipped into the collar of his shirt as you teased and tasted each other over and over. When his lips danced over your chin and along your jaw, you really dug your hands into his hair. You had to squeeze your legs together to stop from crying out as his mouth connected with your neck, nipping just below your ear.
"Baby Girl," he whispered and you almost lost yourself completely. Then his phone rang loudly causing you to jump back an inch.
You looked at each other, panting slightly as he checked who was calling.
He cleared his throat a few times before saying, "I think someone is calling back from your phone."
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Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Named OC (Callsign is TigerLily)
Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, blood
Jake has a serious thing for Bianca, an old friend of Rooster and Maverick. But what will he do about it? Bianca is definitely hiding her past from everyone except Rooster who knows why. Rooster tries to help get them together and of course, may lead to messing up his friendship in the process.
Here is a link to Part One
Bianca was curious about Bradley's text. A surprise for me? She agreed and went to bed, her alarm cutting through her dream with a shrill sound. She shot up, groaning slightly at the early hour, getting dressed in her swimsuit, she used her waterproof makeup to cover the jagged scar running up her left arm and peppered scars on her chest and stomach. Most days she didn't have to cover up the scars because of her shirts, only on beach days. A honk broke her from her thoughts as she grabbed her beach bag and ran outside, hopping in Bradley's bronco. "Hey Bee, good morning" he smiled, wearing his usual Hawaiian shirt over cutoff jeans and a white shirt combo "morning Bradley, looking like it's a vacation all the time as usual" she laughed and got in. "You know it" they drove and sang to the radio, first stopping at her restaurant as she picked up some of Jake's favorite pastries.
"I…uh promised I would get some for him last week" she blushed as Bradley smirked at her. "Uh huh, sure TigerLily" he stopped, realizing what he had said, glancing at Bianca. She froze, but the moment passed over her face. "So you had a surprise for me?" She changed the topic, pretending that the use of her callsign didn't bug her. She cranked the radio up as Elvis Presley came on, singing loudly to it. "You really love that song" Bradley laughed as "Can't Help Falling In Love" ended. "What can I say, Bradshaw, I'm a hopeless romantic" she laughed as they pulled up to what looked like an abandoned hangar "uh…well this isn't creepy and far away from civilization. You're not a serial killer are you?" She looked at him. "No no. Come on, we gotta be fast or else we will be late getting back to the Hard Deck" he hopped out and she followed, jogging to the slightly open door.
Wait, wasn't that Mav's motorcycle? Well one of them at least. She stopped dead as the sun glinted on silver and chrome. The Tempest. Written in cursive across the side of the plane. My F-18…but how. "I found her one day, Maverick said it was a surprise for your birthday." Bradley didn't want to see her expression, hearing her sandals calmly hit the ground and echo as he heard her sniffle. Bianca had walked closer, a mix of emotions filling her as she laid a hand on the cool metal. She took a steadying breath as flashbacks moved through her head. "Why…did you…" her voice was only a whisper as she moved her hand away "I thought you would be happy it wasn't lost" he finally looked at her, she was distant and pale. "It happened today…3 years ago today" she teared up and made her way back to the hangar door. Bradley's eyes widened, he had forgotten and really screwed things up. Of course, how could he forget? "Hey wait Bee, I didn't…" he trailed off as she wiped her eyes and glanced back at him "Just…take me to the Hard Deck" she wouldn't look at him or speak to him the whole trip back to the bar.
"Please Bianca, talk to me" Hangman heard Rooster and two car doors slam as he saw Bianca turn and glare at Rooster, he was holding her arm as they made their way into the bar, she pulled her arm away from him, something about her body language and the look on her face made Hangman want to punch Rooster "Absolutely not, what was the point of showing me that? To hurt me? Especially today. So listen asshole, and I cannot stress this enough, go to hell Rooster" she turned and stormed across the bar, walking up to Hangman, dropping everything on one of the nearby tables and wrapping her arms around him, catching everyone off guard including Hangman, who dropped his cue stick on the pool table and wrapped his arms around her. What was that whole conversation that he had witnessed about? What was today? It clearly had made her very upset. He rested his head on hers. "Hey…." she mumbled into his chest. “Hey yourself….you okay there darlin’?” He whispered in her ear, his breath making her shiver slightly, she still was thinking, her body felt rigid to Hangman almost clinging to him. “I got you, don’t worry.” He said quietly so only she could hear, her body relaxing and snapping her from her own thoughts. She hummed and breathed in again. There was that dumb cologne again. The smell was mixed with the smell of salt, suntan lotion and sweat. Jake held her as long as she needed. Breaking the hug first she realized that everyone and she meant everyone was staring at them. "Sorry guys, am I holding up the game? I brought your favorite pastries.…" She said quietly, Hangman had never seen her like this, like her light had been diminished. "Ah no, we are all waiting on Mav to get here" Coyote cleared his throat, answering her question.
Phoenix came over and punched Rooster in the shoulder. “What the hell did you do?” He rubbed his arm, “Doesn’t matter what the hell I did. It pushed her to Hangman, didn’t it? What more did I need to do?” He looked at her and shrugged, trying to not seem like the day hadn’t gone way wrong. Phoenix shook her head and walked off, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy following her. Maverick walked into the bar with Penny and stopped, the room seemed tense. “Okayyyy so what happened in here? Who died?” He tried to crack a joke but went quiet as he looked at Bianca, holding onto Hangman’s arm, anger and sadness flashed across her face as she met his gaze. So that’s new. Rooster looked like he had lost something important “Well time for dogfight football” He clapped his hands together and walked out onto the beach, the Dagger squad following him.
Hangman started walking out to play, but Bianca stopped him on the deck. “Aren’t you playing sweetheart?” He quirked an eyebrow, she shook her head no, the distant look coming back to her eyes. “Here” he pulled off his black shirt and handed it to her, “You can hold onto that, I know it has my cologne smell on it. I wear it ‘cause I know it’s your favorite smell. Will that keep your pretty blue eyes from being so haunted?” He had tilted her head to look at him, she blinked a couple times and nodded. “Y-yes, Jake…I. It means a lot to me” She stammered out, meeting his gaze. “I’d do anything for you, my tiger.” Her eyes widened slightly at him using the same nickname for her when they first met in such an affectionate tone “anything for me?” she echoed his words as he backed up, giving her a wink and smile, running to meet with the guys.
Bianca sat in one of the beach chairs, Hangman's shirt was laying across her lap as she messed with the fabric, so far she had remained grounded, not tossed back into the events of three years ago. She waved back at Jake ever so often when he waved at her, smiling her way. Does he actually feel about me how I feel about him? Does he know that I was head over heels for him? She had just relaxed in her beach chair and closed her eyes when she heard someone flop in the chair next to her "Hey Bee, you okay?" It was Maverick, she knew just from hearing his voice. She looked at him, searching for any sign that he knew what Rooster had done. "You almost lost me three years ago Mav." She said quietly. He looked at her, his jaw clenched. "Bee…I.." she held up her hand to stop him.
"Bradley showed me the plane" Maverick took his shades off "he did what?" He looked mad, glancing at Rooster, who was playing. " That's why I was clinging to Hangman when you came in, I feel I'm stuck there sometimes Mav. When you asked if someone had died, I feel like it was part of me on that day, left in the ocean like the others. I was doing well today. I thought I would make it through without being sucked back into the past but Bradley made sure I was still there, anchored to ghosts." She looked towards the game, watching Hangman for a bit. "Bee, I had no idea he would ever do that to you. I was going to give you the plane for your birthday, I worked so hard to restore it for you. But I'm so sorry that you saw it today of all days. I never meant for the plane to cause you so much pain." Maverick said quietly. She looked at him after a few moments, resting her hand on his arm. "It's okay Pete, I know you wouldn't do that intentionally." She leaned over and hugged him tightly. "You think I'll ever be able to fly again?" She whispered quietly after breaking the hug. "I fully believe you can do anything you want Captain" Maverick said quietly, a smile being shared between the two.
Hangman glanced over at Bianca and Maverick, seeing her smile made his heart leap in his chest. "Hey look out!" Payback yelled too late as Hangman got hit hard by Rooster, the football landing a short distance away. The wind was knocked out of Hangman, he groaned, his arm stinging slightly as he shoved Rooster off, glaring at him. "What's your problem, Bagman?" Rooster asked, putting his hands on his hips. Hangman got up slowly, dusting the sand off his arms "I should punch you in the face, Bradshaw!" He pointed at Rooster "What's the matter? Finally realizing your feelings for someone?" He sneered back. "Watch your mouth, whatever you did to Bianca was uncalled for" Rooster scoffed slightly "like you care about someone other than yourself"
That sent Hangman over the edge, he charged at Rooster. Bianca and Maverick looked up in time to see Hangman charging Rooster. "Hey! Hey! Stop that!" She jumped up and raced over to them, gripping Hangman's arm to stop him before he punched Rooster "Just because you don't give a damn about anything around you Bradshaw doesn't mean you get to hurt someone I care about!" Bianca managed to pull him away. He was going to fight Bradley about me. "Hey, hey. Jake! Look at me" his eyes softened as he looked down at Bianca. "Come on, your arm is bleeding, let me take care of it" she took his hand and led him back into the bar.
"Go on, sit down" she pushed him onto one of the barstools gently. He finally looked her over, she had his shirt on and boy did that only make him fall more. She watched him for a moment, pulling out a first aid kit and smiling slightly “see something you like there Seresin?” she raised an eyebrow as she applied some antiseptic to the slice, noting the slight jolt in his arm. “Yeah, I would ask for my shirt back, but I like it so much more on you” He hummed, winking at her. She laughed and covered the cut. “Well maybe I want to wear your clothes more often” she winked back and felt her cheeks grow warm from her sudden boldness. He was speechless for a moment, studying her. “Can I…” He asked quietly, looking at her. She stepped closer, between his legs, and put her arms around his neck, his hands wrapping around her waist.
The moment felt more than the usual hugs, it was something more. She leaned back, her breath hitched as his hand ran under his shirt and against her skin, leaving a trail of fire. She had her swimsuit on still, but she felt his hand near the scars marking her stomach and side. “J-jake…” She looked at him as he stopped and dropped his hand “Sorry darlin’, I don’t want you to think badly of me” She shook her head “No it’s not that…I want nothing more than you to touch me” She stopped talking abruptly, looking at him. He flickered a smile, but not the same wolfy grin he would with other women. “Maybe one day…you can tell me about that haunted look you get in your eyes sometimes” His hand brushed her cheek, and she looked at him and nodded.
A throat-clearing noise broke the moment as they both looked at the door. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything” I heard Penny chuckle softly as she made her way behind the bar. “Hangman here almost started a fight with Rooster in my honor and got cut up by the seashells on the beach” Bianca laughed and nudged Jake. “Well, that’s very white knight of you” Hangman shrugged and smiled brightly “What can I say, ma’am, I hate seeing those I care about being hurt by others” Bianca smiled and looked at Penny, “So where did you go off to?” Penny paused and looked at Bianca “Oh, Maverick asked me to take flowers out to…” she stopped and glanced at Hangman.
He felt Bianca tense up and wrapped his arms around her waist again. She relaxed. “Flowers to their graves” she finished her thought “it’s okay. Jake should know some of why I freeze up all the time and keep my distance from others” Hangman looked quizzically between the two. “Graves? Bianca?” she looked at him “my friends…they died about 3 years ago. They were pilots…Penny and Maverick have been putting flowers on their graves because I can’t bring myself to go visit them.” she looked down and rubbed her eyes, feeling the tears prickle at the edges of her eyes. Jake glanced at Penny, worry, and sadness crossing her face. He pulled Bianca tighter to him, his hand gently resting on the back of her head, he felt the tears on his shoulder.
“Shh, shhh. I've got you tiger” Penny raised an eyebrow this time. Like her callsign. She pulled back after a few minutes and sniffled, wiping her face with the edge of his shirt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you before.” She shook her head, looking at him for any sign of rejection and all she saw was adoration and care, maybe even worry. “I’ll always be here. I care about you. Whenever you are ready to share anything, I’m ready darlin’” He smiled and rubbed her back. “I think I’ll go back home….” she stopped mid-thought and sighed “Bradley brought me here in his Bronco, said he had a surprise for me out at Mav’s old hangar” She trailed off and sighed again “I’ll give you a ride home” Jake spoke up “Really? You don’t have to. I can ask Phoenix or Bob” She motioned to the beach. “You make it hard to sweep you off your feet” He chuckled and grabbed her stuff and his off the table. Penny smiled as she saw Bianca take his outstretched hand and walk out of the bar.
So there is part 2 of this storyline. Let me know what you guys think!
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1 @familyvideostevie Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye (Bradley)
2 @semperhuggs Perfect by Ed Sheeran (Jake)
3 @bradshawsbitch You're My Best Friend by Queen (Bob)
4 @gretagerwigsmuse Everlasting Love by Love Affair (Bradley)
5 @bradshawsbaby My Girl by The Temptations (Hannix)
6 @wkndwlff Slow Dancing by Aly & AJ (Jake)
7 @beyondthesefourwalls Wildflowers & Wine by Marcus King (Bradley)
8 @roosterforme Hello, I Love You by The Doors (Bradley)
9 @hangmanbrainrot At Last by Etta James (Jake)
10 @cherrycola27 Desire by U2 (Bradley)
11 @theharddeck Yours by Russell Dickerson (Jake)
12 @bradshawsbaby Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli (Bradley)
13 @wildbornsiren Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis (Bob)
14 @thedroneranger Talk You Out of It by Florida Georgia Line (Jake)
15 @whisperofsong Late Night Talking by Harry Styles (Jake)
16 @mothdruid Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars (Javy)
17 @sometimesanalice Like I Can by Sam Smith (Bradley)
18 @little-wiseone Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding (Jake)
19 @bolaurel You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes (Bradley)
20 @high-bi-imgonnacry Next Thing You Know by Jordan Davis (Jake)
21 @thedroneranger Kind of Love We Make by Luke Combs (Bradley)
22 @cherrycola27 Burning Up by the Jonas Brothers (Jake)
23 @laracrofted Delicate by Taylor Swift (Bob)
24 @beyondthesefourwalls The Good I’ll Do by Zach Bryan (Jake)
25 @cherrycola27 Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez (Bradley)
26 @blackwidownat2814 All of Me by John Legend (Jake)
27 @godsfavoritebabe Endless Love by Luther Vandross (Bradley)
28 @cassiemitchell Friends Don’t by Maddie and Tae (Jake)
29 @sylviebell Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift (Rooster x Phoenix)
30 @madsnowstorm Beyond by Leon Bridges ft Luke Combs (Jake)
31 @jynxmirage If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys (Bradley)
32 @bussyslayer333 Lovefool by The Cardigans (Bob)
33 @desert-fern La Dah Dee by Cody Simpson (Jake)
34 @cassiemitchell Worldwide by Big Time Rush (Bradley)
35 @jynxmirage Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton (Jake)
36 @desert-fern Dandelions by Ruth B (Natasha)
37 @avaleineandafryingpan Like My Father by Jax (Bob)
Multi colored lights adorn the beams of the ceiling. Metallic streamers hang from the bar. Music is blasting from the jukebox. The Hard Deck almost looks unrecognisable.
It's New Years Eve, and The Squad have agreed to spend it together. Hangman, Coyote and Payback are at the dart board, allowing Jake to show off his talent. Bob, Rooster and Fanboy are convened by the pool table, taking turns to shoot, unbothered by who's meant to be sinking what. You and Natasha are standing by the bar, waiting for Penny to serve you when she gets the chance.
"So, come on, who are you kissing at midnight?" Natasha looks at you with a glint in her eye. Mischievous girl.
"Yeah. Right. You, if you're not careful," you warn her, teasing lilt in your voice. Honestly, you don't think she'd be the worst choice in the world.
"As much as I'd love that, I don't think the squad could handle it," she winks at you cheekily. "Seriously, who?"
"I don't know!" you laugh. But that's a lie. You do know. At least, you know who you'd like to kiss.
Jake Seresin. Hangman. America's Sweetheart.
Pilot, Texan, Heartbreaker.
Your friend, your teammate, the man you've been in love with since you met him that first day of basic training.
The two of you were partnered for the first few exercises that day, and you beat every other pair by a mile. You both figured out pretty quickly that you make a damn good team.
That hasn't changed. If ever you have to pair up for an exercise, a mission, or just a class, Jake's eyes find yours immediately. A silent question. Shall we? And your answer, always - of course.
You seem to have your own language, this shared communication. You don't have to speak to know what the other person is saying. On the ground, or in the air, you know each other's next moves. Predictable, but comfortable.
Maybe that's the problem.
You believe strongly that women are more than capable of making the first move. You've thought about grabbing Jake and kissing him stupid more times than you can count. But you don't. Every time there's an opportunity, you brush past it, let it go. Because the comfort isn't worth sacrificing. At least, that's what you're telling yourself.
Your friendship with Jake has been built on years of trust, empathy, and reliance. You know that no matter what, he'll have your back. He's demonstrated it more than once. Countless times. Showing up for you, without fail. When you were harassed by a man at the Hard Deck, Jake showed up. When you had a family member's funeral and didn't want to go alone, Jake showed up. When you broke your wrist and ended up in the hospital, Jake showed up. He was your North Star. Always there, always guiding. Always comforting.
So you can't help but repeatedly ask yourself - why hasn't he made a move? You're convinced you know the answer to that question, though. Because you're friends. He sees you as a friend. A teammate. Which you wouldn't change for the world, not by any means. But it doesn't stop you from wishing that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't hold his cards so close to his chest. Just for a minute.
The Devil Himself sidles over to the two of you, still at the bar, and throws an arm over each of you. Natasha manages to wiggle under and away from him, but you stay put. You don't mind.
"Hey pretty ladies," he beams, "whatcha whispering about?"
"It's kind of impossible to whisper when you keep queueing Duran Duran on the jukebox at full volume, Hangman," Natasha barks back.
He laughs, a real, full bodied laugh that shakes both him and you, still with his arm slung over your shoulder. You laugh with him. It's impossible not to. His laugh is contagious, you think. Unavoidable. He laughs, you laugh. That's the way it's always been.
It's at this moment that Bob pushes his way through the crowd, grabbing Natasha by the hand.
"Phoenix, I need you. Fanboy doesn't believe you can do that pool trick you showed me last week. Come and prove him wrong!"
She grins at you, and allows herself to be pulled into the swarms of people, on her way to earn some respect.
You turn back to Jake at the bar, and see that he's ordered a beer, and your usual. Observant boy.
You take a sip of your drink, only for a drop to miss your mouth entirely. Maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe it's just his impatience, but Jake decides he's tired of waiting. He leans in to you, and slowly, deliberately, follows the journey of the drop with his tongue, from the bottom of your neck up to your jaw. He pulls back, and watches you with that gaze of his. Measured, careful. Adoring. Mischievous. Just so Jake.
You feel the heat rise from your chest and up to your cheeks, but you don't break eye contact with him. It feels like a confession. You're baring your truth to him, silently, and he's understanding. That shared language. You're both saying so much, without saying anything at all.
It's then that you realise where you are. The Hard Deck has somehow become even more crowded, and you keep being bumped left and right by people attempting to get to the bar. The music is too loud, the lights are too bright. You need a minute. As if he can read your mind, Jake speaks.
"Let's get some air. It's hot in here."
He grabs your hand, interlacing your fingers with his, and leads you out of the door, onto the deck outside.
The cool night air hits you both, and you sigh with relief. You allow the breeze to flow through your hair, to ripple your dress, to cleanse you of your worry.
Jake's still holding your hand. Tighter, now. As if he's scared you'll blow away. Or run away, maybe.
You lean into him slightly, and rest your head against his arm. He's warm, soft. He smells like Jake. Like love. Like home.
"You okay?" he asks. Always so worried about you. Attentive boy.
"I'm good. Just a little overwhelmed, I guess."
He starts to rub circles over the back of your hand with his thumb, grounding you. It's all so intimate, you don't know whether to pull him closer or sprint in the other direction.
He makes the decision for you - closer. He kisses your hair, and then rests his head atop of yours. You can hear the squad laughing and cheering inside, all of them completely unaware that out on the deck, two of their teammates are baring their souls to each other.
You have no idea whether it's been two minutes or two hours when Jake speaks again.
"You're the prettiest girl in that bar, you know." Then, he says, a bit quieter, "You're always the prettiest girl in the room."
He says it so sincerely, so earnestly, that you want to rip your heart out of your chest and place it in his hands. You want to give it to him so that maybe he'll finally understand - it's already his.
You don't know what to say, so you bring your interlaced hands up to your lips, and kiss each of his knuckles individually. He's so warm, so golden. Radiating light wherever he goes. Your North Star.
You both listen to the gentle crash of the ocean waves, sitting with the weight of the moment. It feels like with every second that passes, silent revelations are being made. As if the love, the feelings, the comfort, are passing through your hands and into his. You're quite convinced that you could stay right where you are forever.
Bury me like this, you think. Immortalise us here.
All of a sudden, the sound of a countdown breaks through your solitude.
Ten. Nine.
You smile gently, and look at Jake, to see him gazing down at you. Stars in his eyes. Cosmic boy.
Eight. Seven.
He glances inside, to see the squad all gathered together, arms around one another. His family.
Six. Five.
Jake turns to face you, and cups your face in both of his hands. Those hands that have picked you up from the ground. Those hands that have wiped your tears. Those hands, so strong, but so gentle. That's him all over, though. Your gentle boy.
Four. Three.
He looks at you with promise in his eyes. You can understand, clear as day, what he's telling you. Life will never be the same, from this day forward. Neither of you can wait.
Two. One.
Jake leans in, and presses his lips to yours. He tastes like spearmint, and the future. One of his hands travels to the back of your neck, to pull you in closer. Now that he has you this near, he knows he's never going to be able to let you go.
Bodies pressed together as close as can be, you kiss him with so much love, you're surprised he hasn't fallen over. He's breathing you in, trying to commit this moment to memory. He knows he'll tell your grandkids about this. Hell, he'll tell any damn person that'll listen.
"Happy New Year, sweetheart," he murmurs against your lips.
"Happy New Year, lover," you whisper back against his.
Bright beams of light appear above your head suddenly. Explosions of color dance across the sky, illuminating Jake's face. You look at him, and feel the urge to burst into tears. He's not watching the fireworks. He's watching you. He's gazing at you like you hung the moon. You're looking at him like he's the North Star, guiding you home. And that's exactly where you are. Home.
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Authors Note - Thank you so much for all the love on The Orange - I've been giggling and kicking my feet reading all of your comments and tags. I loved writing it, and I loved writing this one too. Please feel free to send me any requests, ideas, prompts, comments or questions - I'll always read them. If I could kiss you all, I would x
So sorry that I haven’t posted in such a long time! I will be posting the confutation to The Sky, The Shore, and The Sea today and will start posting the rest later this week! I have been sick and under the weather for the past few weeks and just now was able to sit up with my computer.
On a side note, my Tumblr has 11 followers?? Like thank you so much for the love!
So I got mw2 like when it came out and didn't get to play it till just like a week ago and LEMME tell you, this guy right here is top tier with my boy Hangman (but only as a close second). Just yes.
I am a new writer here on Tumblr. I used to write and never post my writings....and here we are. Please let me know what you guys think!
Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Named OC (Callsign is TigerLily)
Warnings: None at the moment, it’s just some angst and more of a drabble, there will be future mentions of death...if future parts are wanted or I post them!
Jake has a serious thing for Bianca, an old friend of Rooster and Maverick. But what will he do about it? Bianca is definitely hiding her past from everyone except Rooster who knows why. Rooster tries to help get them together and of course may lead to messing up his friendship in the process.
(This work isn’t done, I just wanted to see what people thought of it! Enjoy!)
Also, I do not give permission to copy this work or any of my future work! But please if you enjoyed it, reblog and let me know! I’m really nervous about posting stuff!!
“I honesty don’t know what to do Bradley” Bianca took another sip of her beer as she looked at her friend and glanced back over at Hangman chatting up a storm with a petite blonde at that bar, while he waited for another round of drinks for the Dagger Squad. She had been falling for Jake “Hangman” Seresin more everyday since she met him at Rooster’s Halloween party last year.
“Bianca! I’m so glad you could make it!” Rooster yelled over the loud music playing. He was dressed as a cheesy vampire complete with the teeth and spiderweb collar. “You look ridiculous Bradley!” She laughed and playfully hit his arm. “You’re one to talk!” He laughed as he hugged her. She had settled on dressing like a tiger, an omage to her old call sign, complete with a tail and ears. She knew of his callsign, heck she knew everyone’s callsign thanks to their almost everyday conversations but nobody knew she had ever been a pilot or have a callsign. Bianca knew Rooster from Top Gun and through a family friend, Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, her herself had passed the captains test but had stepped down because of a bad mission and accident, though only Bradley and Pete knew that part. He introduced her to everyone, joining Phoenix and Bob on the dancefloor, laughing.
“Well what do we have here? What’s your name tiger?” A deep, southern accented voice cut through the surrounding sounds of the party and music. Bianca’s heart flipped slightly at the stranger calling her tiger, spinning and crashing into a strong body donned with a button-up plaid shirt, she looked up into gorgeous green eyes. His bright smile almost took her breath away as he winked. “I’m Bianca, a friend of Bradley!” She yelled at him. “What’s your name cowboy?” She said loudly, glancing up at the black cowboy hat on his head. “Name’s Jake, but most call me Hangman” She looked at him quizzically at the callsign. So this was Hangman, the cocky, self-assured pilot, the one Bradley had warned her about being a womanizer. But hell if she was gonna pass on getting close to him.
One thing she knew was that she didn't swoon easily. “You wanna dance?” She asked boldly as she continued to hold his gaze. “Thought you’d never ask darlin’.” Rooster looked at the two and hummed in annoyance as Hangman put his hands on Bianca’s hip as they danced to the music. “Jealous?” Phoenix nudged his arm. He shook his head “No, I just know that look she gave him, something I'd seen her give past guys she likes. I know her all too well and I certainly know that Hangman is going to hurt her.” Phoenix looked at them. “But maybe she’ll take some of that cockiness out of him, she seems alot different from your typical girl.” Rooster just nodded in agreement.
Bianca and Jake couldn’t seem to get enough of each other, hanging out for most of the night. He was cocky all right, but maybe that’s what she liked about him. He reminded her of how she was at Top Gun before her accident. Jake’s head was full of thoughts, mostly of Bianca. She was like a bright flame that he was drawn to. He was so enthralled by her, he walked her to her car but was confused when she didn’t try to kiss him. Even if she didn’t, he couldn’t stop thinking about her long after the party.
Jake glanced over at Bianca as she took a drink from her beer at the Hard Deck. The blonde was chatting up a storm with him as he politely responded. Sure he would take the number she offered him but lately, he wasn’t feeling like his usual self. Studying Bianca when she looked over at Rooster, he thought of nothing but wanting to capture her attention, he wanted her near him in any capacity and if that only meant as a friend, he would have to settle for that, but it still didn’t stop the rush in his system every time he heard her voice, saw her, or saw her looking at him. He took the paper, put it in his pocket and nodded at Penny and the girl. “I’m sorry…was it Monica? I’m not really interested, but thank you” He smiled again and turned away, walking back over with the four beers in his hand. Penny glanced at him and laughed slightly as the girl paid and left, no doubt feelings hurt over Hangman’s rejection.
“....maybe try talking to him about it?” Rooster glanced up at her as he played pool, realizing she may have not even heard half of what he said. She shook her head, scoffing slightly, not asking him to repeat the first part of his statement as she had been lost in thought. “Oh yeah, ruin our friendship and never live down confessing to him” She looked back over at Hangman, he flashed the blonde another one of his blindingly bright, cocky grins and slipped the paper into his pocket before picking up the beers and sauntering back over to the pool tables. Her heart did a flip as his gaze settled on her, trying her best to look slightly bored, finishing her drink. Damn him and his good looks.
“Guess who scored again!” Hangman’s words came out with a slight drawl as he passed out the beers. “Let me guess, another notch for your ever growing belt Bagman?” Rooster stated, slight annoyance seeping into his voice. “Don’t be mad because you don’t have my level of game, Rooster.” Jake chuckled and picked up the pool cue to take his turn. “Whatever” Rooster muttered and glanced over at Bianca who seemed to be lost in thought again, staring off into space. Hangman hated keeping up the appearance that he was getting girls' numbers and actually calling them but as soon as he stopped, they would know something was up. He had never cared about another person like Bianca before and it scared him to change ways so suddenly.
Bianca stood up and stretched, “I’m gonna go guys. Got to stop by the restaurant tomorrow morning before dogfight football. I’ll see you at the beach.” She hugged Bob and Phoenix first, then Rooster, and then Hangman. She was slightly surprised when he didn’t let go right away, her hands gently played with the hair at the nape of his neck, holding onto him as tight as he was to her. Her face was pressed into his shoulder and could smell the mix of spice and sandalwood, no doubt the cologne he didn’t use often. But why did he today? He felt her tighten the hug, burying his face more into her neck and hair, she smelled like her perfume, a mix of vanilla, cardamom, and a hint of coffee. She breathed in his cologne slightly, before pulling away, trying to disperse the blush on her cheek with a chuckle. “You know I’ll see you tomorrow Jake, you act like I’ll disappear before then” He smiled that brilliant smile again at her “Maybe I just like feeling you against me, darlin’.” He winked. “Sure Bagman” She waved as she left the bar.
“You know, you can just tell her right? That you love her? You’ve been like a puppy following her around. You spend a lot of time looking at her. Who knows, maybe she even likes you back." Rooster looked at him, seeing the moment that had just occurred in front of him. Hangman looked at him “I don’t know what you are talking about Bradshaw '' He shrugged and walked over to the jukebox. Rooster watched him and took notice of him tossing the paper with the girl's number on it in the trash, trying to be nonchalant about it. Liar. Rooster thought. Phoenix glanced at Rooster "you think we need to step in and help?" Rooster nodded, pressing his lips together, only knowing of one way to do that, bring up the past and push her towards Hangman, but he had to do it alone because only himself, Maverick, Bianca’s mom, and Penny knew who she really was.
He hated the idea of doing that. But he knew one way that would bring back her memories. Maverick had salvaged her plane, the Tempest and had restored it in a hangar on base. It was going to be a surprise for Bianca’s 30th birthday in December. She loved that plane, it had been her dad's and had been given to her. In her first mission though she had been shot down over the ocean and there were bad memories attached to that plane as well. Bradley pulled out his phone and told her to be ready in the morning, he would pick her up, take her to the restaurant and then he had a surprise for her. He swallowed hard as she agreed, this would hurt her and hurt their friendship, he knew it.
a/n: yet again this was supposed to be short but sierra cannot shut up!! <3 thanks anon for this sweet request! i’ll get back to work on my 7 wips now. 🫣
warnings: 18+ for mild coarse language and some shameless thirsting. domestic!hangman is my fave. just super fluffy.
word count: 1275
summary: Jake is far more attentive than you previously gave him credit for, but it sparks a big revelation.
pairing: jake seresin x reader
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