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Something In-Between, pt. 1

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 (at some point), potentially some suggestive situations in the future (none here). Everything I write is Mature- read at your own risk.

"Goddammit, Bradshaw," you muttered as you stretched and your bare foot fell into a puddle left on the bathroom floor. You managed to yawn and roll your eyes as you wiped the now wet appendage on the nearby bath mat...that was also soaking wet.

"I swear to god," you growled, "can you not even take a shower without making a fucking mess?" You took the frustrated opportunity to look up at yourself in the mirror and sigh. The bedhead was a nice, but unnecessary touch and you fought another yawn as you took off your glasses and started to wash your face.

Mid-contact on eye, you heard the door rattling and then the key. You laughed, ready to lay into the lieutenant you found yourself rooming with for the past few weeks. You threw your hair up into a messy bun and looked down at your shirt, water stains decorating the thing grey t-shirt. You sighed and stretched your arms above your head, closing your eyes, acutely aware of the body that appeared in the doorway.

"You're kind of an asshole to live with, ya know?" you stated, matter-of-factly, eyes still closed as you bent to the side, getting that one part of your sciatic nerve that you normally couldn't reach. When no sarcastic retort was thrown your way, your eyes slowly fluttered open, your hands now back to their original position above your head.

"Not Bradshaw."

He shook his head. Your hands dropped.

"Sorry."

He shrugged and gave you a slight smirk.

"You're-"

"Here for the thing," he finished your sentence and the gears in your head tried to frantically figure out what thing he was- OH. THE THING. THE GUY WITH THE THING. It was like your synapses all turned on at once. Bradshaw had mentioned something about someone coming over today to pick up a thing for work. You nodded and, for the first time, turned to face him in the bathroom doorway. You gave him a slightly sheepish smile and stepped past him and toward the small dining room table.

"Didn't know Bradshaw had a missus,"you heard a slight southern drawl behind the observation. You shook your head and continued digging through the stacks of mail and newspapers on the table. You almost missed the quirked eyebrow as he waited for a clarification. You continued to search.

"...sister?" he ventured, earning another head shake and a slight smirk that he reciprocated. You were enjoying the game (you were also aware that if you didn't find the thing for this guy, Bradshaw was going to kick your ass). Finally, your hand fell on the envelope with a sticky note on it. "Seresin" was all it said and you were able to remember the conversation now. Documents for...Jake- "Jake Seresin."

You hadn't realized you said his name out loud, feeling triumphant at remembering and then slightly embarrassed. It earned you another self-satisfied smirk that was quickly replaced by a frustrated chew of his bottom lip.

"College friend." You filled in and he let out a small "ah" waiting for you to continue.

"We were both at UVA and we were both too old to really be there," you let out a small chuckle, putting back all the mismatched papers back into a messy pile on the table. "I posted up here about a year ago for some work, Bradshaw let me know he was in town, and here we are."

"Navy?"

You chuckled, and shook your head, "You're not a big fan of full sentences are you, lieutenant?" He looked at you slightly surprised and you nodded towards his badges that stood out starkly against his khaki uniform. He almost gave you an impressed look, but something (arrogance, perhaps) kept his secret.

"Program Analyst. Private contractor- I just deal with the other contractors and make sure everything is finished on time and everyone gets paid." He nodded, approvingly. "With you all back, I may see you around if you're out near Hanger 3 on the north side." You gave a sincere smile and weren't sure if you were waiting for the handsome pilot in front of you to hit on you or laugh at your audacity.

He gave you a smile and then waved the envelope in his hand, signally that it was time for him to go. You nodded and gave him a light laugh as he made his way to the door, but he paused, hand on the door knob.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten all my manners this morning," the drawl was even more prevalent and you knew the look in his eye, "I didn't catch your name, Miss..."

You easily closed the distance between you and the Naval aviator, replacing your hand with his on the door knob as you opened the door wider and he stepped out onto the small patio.

"See you around, sailor," you winked and closed the door, heading back into the bathroom to continue getting ready.

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"So, Rooster's got a roommate..."

The comment was innocuous enough, but after one fight already about his father and Maverick, Rooster found himself a bit more on edge than he had wanted to be. He saw both Phoenix and Bob shoot him interested looks that quickly turned to nothing but concern. Fanboy and Payback exchanged looks and then looked to the source of the conversation.

"...and she's pretty cute."

The blond pilot continued to chew on the toothpick in his mouth and toss a pencil up above his head, refusing to make contact with a now fuming Bradley Bradshaw. Payback was ready to jump up and stop another fight, but a hand appeared on Bradley's shoulder, staying him in his seat. Maverick had been standing in the back of the makeshift classroom and did not feel like dealing with any more drama from this team.

"Hangman, if you're in the barracks, you've got, what? 5 roommates? Not our fault none of them are cute...." Phoenix's comment was low, but everyone in the group heard it and it cracked the tension like ice. Rooster even gave her a chuckle and an eyeroll. Hangman stopped tossing his pencil in thin air and glared at her and then looked at Bradshaw.

"Back. Off." was all Bradley mouthed to the other aviator.But Hangman saw that as nothing but a challenge. He smirked, his green eyes glistening with excitement at the prospect of you and pissing off Rooster in one fell swoop.

"You. Wish."

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A/N: New inspiration! Let's see where this goes!

Part 2

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Major Mistakes Pt. 1

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f) (no y/n/)

Warning: Cursing (generally a given with me!), sexual situations later maybe, I probably have a rank kink

“…it’s a simple launch and go. Any questions?” Your head snapped back to your Commanding Officer who was keenly aware of your distraction, but he huffed a short laugh as he heard no concerns raised by the group.

You had be running as part of your current flight deck crew for around three years. You had transferred over, hoping for something interesting to happen, but, to date, it was business as usual.

Your crew knew your nonchalance about the job and, for most of them, it put them at ease. You were all in one of the most dangerous jobs in the military- every operation had to be executed perfectly or people were seriously injured or killed. You had lost a few at your previous station. But you kept your cool, never wavering, and acting like everything was as easy as- well, whatever was super easy.

Your CO patted your shoulder as you were jolted back into your current circumstance. You had read the brief and were well aware of what was going on. Some Top Gun mission with their top fliers from the past few years. Your shrugged and took in a deep breath, looking out at the waves as they met the horizon line. It was then that you heard the oh-so familiar sound of chopper blades.

You adjusted the yellow jersey that covered your top and fidgeted with the green helmet perched on your head. You pulled your goggles down from the helmet and looked up towards the new visitors. You shook your head- It was always just the tiniest bit too tight. You stepped back as you saw the CH-46 Chinook come in for landing. You barely flinched as the hard wind hit your face, simply closing your eyes and taking in another breath.

As the huge helicopter landed nearby, you looked over towards your fellow Catapult and Arresting Gear Officer and nodded. You weren’t needed for this landing, but we’re glad to give approval as he helped the flight crew. You saw the Top Gun guests disembark and took your place nearby, saluting the two Admirals that walked by, both clutching their hats at the blades continued to spin above.

By the time the crew of pilots got off the helicopter, the blades had all but come to a standstill and you had popped your goggles off your face, squinting into the bright sunlight. You started to head for the chopper, ready to help with fueling and preparations for takeoff when one of the pilots caught your eye.

You felt everything slow down as your eyes connected and you both slightly slowed your respective walks. He was tall and the green in his flight suit only made his tan stand out even more. You barely saw your reflection on his dark aviators as your eyes traced up to the sandy blond hair that was somehow unbothered from the flight and the exit from the helicopter.

He flashed you a slight smile, a finger pulling down his glasses to give you the slightest peek at his green eyes. You snapped back into reality at their intensity. You ignored the fact that his smile has grown into a smirk. You weren’t sure of his game but, all decked out in your gear, you looked just like anyone else on deck. There was no way he was seeing what you actually looked like.

You quickly returned the smile and then jogged off towards the new aircraft onboard, unsure of the interaction that had just occurred.

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“So how long are they here for?”

Your heard the chatter from the nearby table as some of the deck crew ate their lunches. The question was met by shrugs or mutters of annoyance. You grabbed another cup of coffee and settled into a nearby couch, the uncomfortable material a noticeable reminder that this was not the home furniture you were anticipating.

“I get that it’s need to know, but we have no idea where they’re shipping us out-“ the comment was cut short as a sean of green flight suits entered the mess hall onboard. All heads turned towards the pilots and then immediately back to their food. It was no better than a middle school cafeteria.

You held your perch on the couch, slightly out of the sight line of the Top Gun group. They went and got their lunches and made their way to a table at the opposite end of the room. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, just odd. They weren’t unwelcome, it was just unusual that there was no real indication of how long they would be on board and where you all were going.

The coffee was hot in the styrofoam cup under your fingertips. You looked down at it, the brown water swirling slightly as the steam filtered out. As your eyes flashed back up you were aware of someone’s gaze boring into your skull. You caught the offender quickly- the same green eyes you had seen on the runway. You held his gaze with no emotion and then he did something you weren’t expecting.

He looked away. And he smirked.

He liked the challenge. He liked that you didn’t bat your lashes and turn away (you would bet money you could guess his normal type to pickup in a bar). He liked that you weren’t that easy to push over. And you were absolutely right.

Jake Seresin was thrilled that you held his gaze. He was thrilled that you had caught his eye earlier this morning. He had been scanning the faces of every crew member he saw after than moment, hoping it was you. When he finally spotted you alone, he wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but his heart all but stopped.

In the time that his mind was reeling, the smirk remained on his face and the crew near you got up and headed out. You were very aware that everyone from Top Gun was giving you not so sly looks, trying to figure out what had shut Hangman up. You blinked quickly, trying to clear the fog in your brain and stood up, throwing out the full cup of coffee and heading directly out the side doors.

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You had been working your normal shift on deck- checking in with the fuelers, making sure the blocks were set, triple checking your catapult line. Everything was going smoothly and you were grateful that someone had remembered to bring a radio outside- the music melded perfectly with the sounds of the waves on the metal of the carrier.

Your jersey started to flutter in the wind and you barely noticed the footsteps approaching behind you. You were in the middle of hooking up one of the F-18's to the catapult rig when your hackles went up- someone was in your space. You looked up from your knees and saw the same blond pilot as earlier. Of COURSE this was his plane. He patted the side of it and smirked behind his aviators.

"She's a beaut, isn't she?" He looked down at you and you squinted under your helmet and behind your sunshield. You nodded your helmet and finished your checks. The pilot next to you hadn't moved. You glanced up and saw his nameplate: Seresin. You were glad you at least had a name to report now if he continued this stalking. He looked down at you again.

"Aircraft Signal Officer, right?" He nodded towards your jersey and helmet. You stood shaking your head, fully aware he hadn't recognized you yet.

"Catapult and Arresting Officer." You tapped your helmet, motioning to the three red stripes. He looked at you shocked, not expecting a female voice. You continued.

"I'm the only thing between you and ending up in the ocean," you tilted your head towards the catapult line hooked on the gear of his jet. "I'm also the one who tells you to fly." The pilot nodded and then offered a greeting:

"Lieutenant Jake Seresin," he said, cockily, leaning his forearm against the side of the plane. You smirked.

"It's Major to you, Lieutenant."

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Part Two

A/N: Been gone- needed to do normal life things. Starting this up again- probably just a short series here. I love my high-ranking females (as does our favorite Texan pilot). Also, most of the military set-up is done now- enjoy!

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Something In-Between, pt. 2

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 3

“I mean, look, you’re the electrical engineer. If this doesn’t fix it, it’s not going to be my ass on the line.” Your comments were met with an annoyed huff from the contractor at the top of the ladder. You shrugged and stepped back, clipboard falling to your side, finders mindless drumming on the back of it.

“Hey, you.”

You turned abruptly to face the comment, positive that it wasn’t someone on your crew. You were immediately met with a lopsided grin and warm brown eyes. Your gaze softened and you let out a slight laugh.

“What’s this I hear about you introducing yourself to my squad?” He smirked and cocked an eyebrow at the eye roll you shot back at him. He threw an arm over your shoulder and you groaned, pushing it off and back to his side.

“Hey- you’re the one who sent in some stranger with a key to the house to waltz in and get god knows what. I did no introducing, just facilitating a task that YOU,” your finger poked into his chest as your turned to face him dead on, “asked me to do.”

Bradley have you another grin and stepped forward closing the gap between you. His eyes lit up and he opened his mouth to say something but you were quicker on the draw.

“Besides, Bradshaw,” you drawled, “it wasn’t your squad. It was a singular Jake Seresin that interrupted my morning routine.” You didn’t miss the flicker to envy that crossed his features. You had always had a jokingly flirty relationship with Bradley, but it never went beyond the jokes. You tapped his nose and turned walking away.

“Next time you send a Naval aviator into my house unannounced, at least do me the decency of telling me he’s attractive,” you called over your shoulder, no doubt lighting some sort of frustration in your roommate. You smirked, enjoying riling him up, and continued stepping out of the hanger and towards the parking lot.

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“You gonna keep sulking or what, Bradshaw?”

The comment pulled Bradley out of his staring contest with the drips of condensation that were running down his glass. He glanced up to see Fanboy giving him a look as he paused his game of pool with Payback.

“Yeah, Rooster- seems like something pissed on your parade,” Payback didn’t look up as he lined up his shot, thrilled to have sank the eight ball, winning him some cash for the evening. Fanboy reluctantly paid up, his eyes never fully leaving Rooster as he stared daggers at the other side of the room.

“Not something,” Payback corrected, “someone.”

The realization came in a three part harmony as Fanboy and Payback connected the dots and Rooster further ground his own gears.

“Hangman.”

As if perfectly on cue, the pilot in question turned slightly to order at the bar, flashing a perfectly white smile at Penny and leaning a tanned forearm on the faded wood of the counter. He knew Rooster’s eye has been boring into the back of his skull for quite some time and he was impressed- he didn’t think bringing up Rooster’s little roommate would have had such an impact. He was proud of the aggravation he had caused.

The night continued mostly uneventfully, Rooster continued skulking around with his beer and Hangman just sat back and watched the show (and was happy to pick up some scratch from a few games of darts). When their eyes finally locked, Rooster stood up quickly, his beer hitting the table a little too hard. Hangman smirked and took another swig before his own drink was perched on a nearby ledge.

Perfect timing was not your strong suit, but as you walked through the doors of the Hard Deck your laughter was cut short. You saw the murderous look from Bradshaw, the shit eating taunting grin from Seresin, and a very “over it” look from Penny.

You blinked a few times, your few friends continuing to a booth without you. Penny looked beyond exasperated, having been on edge watching the Top Gun section of her bar all night worried about a fight.

“Did you do this?” Her voice broke you out of the split stare between the two pilots, who had now turned to fully face you, forgetting about the impending donnybrook on the horizon. The bar wasn’t very full, so you could easily make out her question. You shook your head, made a comment, and walked over to your booth.

“No ma’am, never seen these two idiots in my life.”

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You continued your “team bonding” outing with a few contractor friends without event. You sipped your drink and casually tossed a glance over towards the pilots hogging the pool tables and you found not one, but two stares on you. You suppressed the need to roll your eyes and turned back to the conversation at hand.

You played with the straw in your drink and then looked up, spotting a certain blond-haired pilot with his back to you at the bar. You stood up a bit more suddenly than you intended, earning a few looks as you interrupted the conversation.

“Hang on guys, I’ll be right back.” They all gave you unsurprised glances and continued tittering amongst themselves as you walked over to get another drink. You sidled up next to Jake and he gave you a bemused smirk as he leaned over the bar. You returned the look and flagged Penny down. She gave you a warning glance that you brushed off.

“Two draft,” you ordered and Jake raised an eyebrow- you had been paying slight attention to the fact that he wasn’t drinking domestic out of the bottle. Penny nodded, pulled the taps, and then put the two beers in front of you with a knowing smile. Both of your hands reached out and grabbed the glasses and you had them off the bar before Jake had realized what had happened.

“Put ‘em on ‘Seresin’ Pen!” you yelled to Penny as you walked over towards Rooster and offered him one of the beers. Jake made a face you couldn’t quite describe- impressed, annoyed, interested. Bradley raised his newly purchased beer in a mock “thank you” gesture to the defeated pilot at the bar.

“Will you knock it off now? You’re acting like a brat.”Bradley almost spit out his drink as you spoke in a low tone just to him. You gave him a warning glance and he followed your eyes to Jake’s general direction. Before he could offer scolding remarks, you cut him off.

“Cat’s out of the bag, Bradshaw,” you yelled to the group, “ya gonna introduce me to your squad or what?” Bradley was quick to catch on to your use of his earlier comments but rolled his eyes and stood up gesturing to the group and giving you a proper introduction, trying to match callsign and last name to the faces in front of you.

You tuned out most of Bradshaw’s ramblings as you noticed Jake was still staring you down from the other side of the bar. “….and that’s why I just opted to bunk with her for awhile. Just like the old days, huh, Dino?” The old nickname pulled you out of your locked stare across the room and back to Bradley as he slapped your shoulder a bit too hard.

You pushed down the blush that was threatening your cheeks and swallowed, fully conscious that all eyes were on you, waiting with bated breath for an explanation.

“Hey now, private citizen, I don’t get a callsign like you boneheads,” you slapped Bradshaw back in the shoulder, forcing a bit of beer to spill out of the glass in his hand. He groaned and shook off his now beer damped hand. You sighed, realizing no one was going to speak until you started talking.

“It was a nickname in college. I was the only one with a previous degree. It was in history and paleontology. I was also almost the oldest one in the class,” you shot a pointed look at Bradley, earning some chuckles, “so the kids in the class called me Dino. Also,” you started rolling up your sleeves, “this didn’t help.”

You showed off just under your watch and on your left arm, a small thin line tattoo of a brontosaurus. You shrugged. “Hey, a weekend in Vegas definitely does not stay quiet when you bring one of these home.” Everyone laughed and the awkward tension in the air dissipated quickly as everyone went back to their own conversations.

You noticed, out of the corner of your eye, that Jake had moved in closer from his perch at the bar to hear your story. And to catch your name. You gave him a smirk and then turned back to your roommate beside you, his arm resting on the back of the stool that you were standing in front of.

“You good, pops? You need a ride?” You teased and downed the rest of your beer, stepping away from Bradley and waving towards your original crew you hand wandered in with. He groaned, downed his beer and then started to follow you out. You motioned for his keys

“Kelli drove me over here and I’m a way better driver than you. Hand ‘em over.” Bradley muttered something I set his breath as he reached into his pocket and handed you his keys, knowing it was no use fighting you.

The two of you walked past the bar on your way out and your hand patted the blond pilot on the shoulder.

“Thanks for the drinks, Seresin, next time they’re on Bradshaw.”

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A/N: alrighty, what are we thinking? Where we leaning? :)

Part 3

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Major Mistakes pt. 2

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f) (no y/n)

Warning: Cursing (generally a given with me!), sexual situations later maybe, innuendos, I probably have a rank kink

Part 1

"Ah, fuck." Jake's hand immediately rushed up to his neck. He was both upset for being put in his place by a higher ranking officer and incredibly turned on by the officer in front of him. You recognized the look- most pilots, in your experience, were just like this young lieutenant. You smirked.

"I believe you were aiming for a salute, weren't you?"

Jake froze completely, unsure if you were serious or not. The hand on the back of his neck started to make it's way back down to his side, but when he locked into your steeled gaze, he brought it around to his front, giving you a wary salute.

You smirked, greatly enjoying the winning powerplay, especially as you saw the other Top Gun pilots start to make their way over- no doubt to also check on their planes. Two pilots in the front stopped and the group practically fell on itself as they saw the scene you had created on the carrier's deck.

"At ease, Lieutenant," you didn't give him the satisfaction of a salute back. He noticed and nodded, his arm stiffly coming down to his side. You nodded towards the group, still gawking.

"Looks like your friends have come to play..." you drawled and you saw a slight tinge of embarrassment dust his cheeks. He took a step back from you.

"No ma'am, only me," he barely muttered out and you pretended to ignore him, but you did feel the words blip in your stomach.

"Well, if they need anything- ask for Shooter," you tilted your head, finally giving Jake something to identify you by besides your rank. He nodded and practically fell over himself to get back to his crew. You smirked, enjoying the boyishness combined with audacity. Pilots weren't usually your type- hell, you weren't entirely sure of your type, but this could be an interesting....well, whatever it was.

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You walked down a hallway that was always just a little too tight for your liking. You steadied your breath- you always enjoyed being on deck rather than below- more air, more space, more reliability. Down here you lost all bearings if you weren't paying attention.

And, speak of the devil, you were lost in your semi-focused thoughts that you didn't see the aviator directly in front of you. He turned around with a shit-eating grin and was about to say something that would no-doubt elicit an eye rolly from you, but you beat him to the punch.

"We have to stop meeting like this, Lieutenant," you commented cooly, watching his mouth snap shut. "I'm going to start thinking that you just keep trying to catch me alone. And that," you bit the inside of your cheek and raised your eyebrows, "would be inappropriate."

There was that scattered blush again. Even in the golden glow of the hallway, you saw the tips of his ears start to turn red as well. You couldn't help the swell in your chest- enjoying making the pilot squirm a bit.

"I-I.." he paused and cleared his throat, finally meeting your gaze. "I got turned around down here," he said quietly, his voice full of earnest honesty, which was a pleasant surprise. You nodded knowingly and pointed past him to the turn behind the pair of you. He let out an empty laugh and stepped back, allowing you to cross past him and lead the way.

He held his hand out in a mock "after you" gesture and you rolled your eyes, stepping just a bit closer than you needed to as you passed his tall frame. You felt your chest barely graze his and you could've sworn that he could hear your heartbeat reverberating against your chest cavity. You felt the heat rise up your neck as he gently placed a hand on your back to guide you past him and it felt like it was pure fire against the small of your back.

What you had failed to notice in your pass was how flustered Jake had become. His cheeks were now fully-red (something he would forever deny), but all he could hear in his ears were the pounding of the blood rushing. His brain froze and every nerve in his being felt raw and on fire in the best way possible. He wasn't conscious that he had his hand resting on your back- it was an automatic gentlemanly response.....

right?

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After a bit longer than you had intended, you finally had figured out where they were bunking the visiting aviators. Jake hadn't been incredibly helpful with the location, groaning that every hallway looked the same. You laughed and quipped about how he must be consistently lost in the barracks. You noticed he laughed a bit harder than the joke called for, but appreciated the enthusiasm nonetheless.

"So where are you from here?"

The question came out a bit bolder than Jake had intended, and when he saw the glower of disapproval cross your face he started to run the question over in his head. When he heard the tone of innuendo he shook his head.

"Sorry, I meant, where is everyone else's bunks? We noticed no one was really around us over here," he gestured to the room behind him and you nodded slowly, not sure if you should take the bait. The honesty flickered again in his eyes and you decided it was truly just a poorly worded question.

"Rest of the crew is on the port-side, decks 3, 4, and 5. Officers are deck 2, starboard," you nodded, making sure you had indeed given the right locations. "But you'll mostly find my crew on deck if you need us." Jake nodded and started to open his door. You heard a snarky laugh from behind the door.

"Jesus Hangman- we thought you had gone overboard!"

"Figured that Major had had enough of your shit."

"Yeah- what's her deal? Any idea on a name or something to run with?"

If Jake could have crawled into his own skin and disappeared in that moment, he would have. His frame blocked you from their view and you realized that though the cockiness had initially gotten your attention, the man in front of you wasn't trying to show off to his friends or get another conquest. It was just straight attraction. You gave him a wink, happily answering the previously asked question.

"Shooter," your voice sucked all the air out of the room as you appeared from around Jake's back. "If you ask for Shooter," you clarified, "they'll know where to find me." You were met with dumb nods and a harsh swallow from the moustached pilot on the bottome bunk.

"Well, if that's all. Have a good night, boys."

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"You want to tell me why every time I look up I see you flirting with a Navy Pilot?" Your commanding officer was unamused as he sat next to you the next morning, coffee in hand. You shrugged.

"You just look up at all the wrong times, apparently..." you shot him a knowing smirk and he laughed, starting to eat his breakfast.

"Don't do something stupid, okay? I'm not filling out any change orders- I'll just toss you overboard." The threat was nonexistent, but the sentiment was understood. You nodded sipping your own coffee. He had always been like an older brother to you, but you knew it was because he didn't want to bring in another launching officer- they were a pain to train with a new crew.

Your eyes travelled over to the few green jumpsuits a few tables in front of you. Jake (or "Hangman" as you had learned his callsign last night) was laughing with two of the men you recognized from his room the night before. He tossed you a quick glance and you felt the knot in your stomach again. Not wanting to bring attention to his preoccupation, he remained in the conversation, shooting you small looks now and again throughout breakfast.

"They launch in two days, lovebird."

You rolled your eyes at you CO and snorted, finishing your breakfast and coffee and heading for the doors. He laughed and slapped you on the shoulder.

"I'm gonna go launch something," you said loudly, sure than the pilots heard you, "Gotta get away from all this damn testosterone."

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Part 3

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Entering The Villain Era

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f)

Summary: The one where she can dish more than he can handle. And, oh, does he deserve it.

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking (reader is of age), potentially some suggestive situations in the future (none here).

Part Two

You knew what you were doing. Every step, you felt more eyes snap across the room to you. Each heel-toe placement was precise, definite, and measured. You tossed your hair over your shoulder and felt it snap to the back of your neck. The aviators perched on your nose somehow didn't look out of place inside the room, sun streaming in behind you as the bar's doors closed behind you.

As you stepped up to the counter, you slipped the sunglasses into the back pocket of your jeans, the fabric tight on every curve. Penny immediately walked towards you, smiling. You returned with a nod and not much expression.

"Whatever's on tap, Pen, thanks," you said, your voice quiet as you started to scan the old familiar bar. You saw a variety of eyes dart down when you made contact, hands rubbing necks, awkward starts of conversations breaking the trance you had put the room in. Your hand caught the glass Penny had barely slid across the wet bar top to you without breaking your focus on the room. You reached into your back pocket and pulled out a card, handing it to her.

"No way. It's on the house," Penny said, an almost imperceptible waver to her voice. That caused your eyes to snap back to her, beer in one hand, card outstretched in the other.

"Since when has the house ever paid for anything, Pen?" You countered, leaning towards her and pushing the condensated glass towards her. She put up a hand to gently stop the maneuver.

"It's on me, then," she clarified. You held her gaze and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, slipping the card back into your pocket without a word. You saw the relief pass over her face momentarily and then it was gone. You gave her another nod, picking up the glass and toasting her. She backed away slowly and you took a sip of the cold draft.

As your tongue darted out to lick the foam on your top lip, you spotted a crew of Naval Aviators back near the pool table. You had clocked them as soon as you stepped over the precipice of the door, but you hadn't given them much more than a once-over. Now you studied each face- all of them keenly aware of the predator's lock you had on them.

You heard some cheers and laughs as a new wave wandered into the Hard Deck. You paused your assessment and tossed your eyes over your shoulder, waiting to see the offending parties that had interrupted your recon. You saw more khaki crowd around the bar, yet, they all gave you a wide berth as they flagged down Penny for a variety of drinks.

You felt the slight brush of fabric on your forearm and you looked down at the offending item and realized it was a Hawaiian shirt. Apparently, this one wasn't too conscious of his surroundings. He waved Penny down and she immediately gave you an apologetic look as he looked you up and down, smiling.

"Penny! A round for my friends!" He paused and motioned towards the group near the pool table. You followed his gesture and saw a few of the pilots swallow hard, and one even started staring down at his feet as they caught your glare.

"And one for my new friend here?" The comment pulled you back to the cocksure aviator next to you. You saw Penny freeze, bottles wet and dripping in hand, as he quirked an eyebrow at you expectantly. You looked him from head to toe, fully conscious of the numerous pairs of eyes on you from around the room, but mainly the pool table.

"I'm good."

The statement was low, your voice tense. It left no room for persuasion or opportunity for a conversation. You held up your beer, and turned on your heel, heading towards the back deck. You could've turned and picked the laid back pilot's jaw off the floor if you had stuck around for a second longer. You were well aware of the stares again following you with every calculated step you made out to the back patio.

You side-stepped through the door and sat down in one of the worn, wooden Adirondack chairs. The white paint had been peeling the last time you were here and it certainly hadn't been painted again since then. You sighed and took a sip of your beer, savoring the cool liquid against the stagnant hot air around you. The wind had stopped completely as you stepped outside, which made you smirk in spite of yourself- even the weather was afraid to deal with you today.

"Are you my JTAC?" a low voice directed to you, the body a few chairs not moving to acknowledge you. You sipped you beer, briefly glanced over and then, looking at the ocean waves lapping up the beach in the sunset, responded.

"Yes."

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"No, honestly, you have no idea who that is?" Bob's eyes were about to pop out of his skull at Rooster's lack of knowledge of the woman he just tried to hit on. Phoenix was seething, not enjoying the secondhand embarrassment she was feeling from the younger Bradshaw. The group immediately launched into a lecture for Rooster, talking incredulously over each other.

"She's known for all the recon missions and just being completely insane- like fearless and shit- she just walked into warzones-"

"She's not- she's inhuman. The stories that came out of that mission in '04- her own team just left her and she still-"

"I heard they left her to die somewhere in enemy territory and she just like appeared back at base days lat-"

"She's the most ruthless and terrifying...thing to come out of West Point. She's like, the nightmare of Special Ops and Green Berets an-"

"And Superman?" Rooster laughed incredulously, looking over out the salt-stained windows to catch the back of your head. "She barely looks military..." he commented, inviting the rest of the crew around him to point out exactly how wrong he was. One member of the party had barely spoken since you had walked in the door initially, trying to shrink back behind a wooden post off to the side of the pool table.

"She's a Joint Tactical Attack Controller now," Hangman said quietly, the whole group whipping their heads around to him in unison. He sighed, shifting uncomfortable on the stool he now rested on, a pool cue gripped tightly in his hand. "There's only one reason she's here-" the team stared at him with bated breath, hanging on his words.

"She's here to keep us alive."

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You had finished your beer a few minutes before the man near you spoke again.

"Glad to have you here."

"You must be in major shit if I'm here," you challenged. You tilted your head, pushing some hair behind your ear as you saw him nod. You had been given limited details on this assignment, which wasn't unusual in your previous history, but now seeing the crew you were working with, you understood the lack of information-you were keeping these idiots alive because they couldn't do it themselves.

"Briefing tomorrow, 0800."

"I'm aware Maverick. I'll see you then," you stood up, grabbing the now warm pint glass and stepping inside. You turned to allow a mixed group of civilians and military pass you, heading out onto the patio. As you held the door to let them pass, the group quieting down and muttering a variety of "thank yous" and sheepish nods, you caught his eye.

Truth be told, you knew you had a reputation to upkeep and you had seen him the second you walked in the door. It had been years, but it could've been lifetimes since the last time you saw him. Your stare bored through his green irises and he was the first to drop your glare. You continued your lock on him until the last giggling girl quickly darted past you out the door. You tore your eyes away from him and retraced every calculated step back out the front of the room, the pint glass delicately placed as you passed the bar.

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"What the hell was that?" Fanboy looked at the door you had just exited and back to Hangman, his eyes still staring at his shoes, both hands resting on the pool cue.

"Hangman, come on man, do you know her or something?" Phoenix hated Jake's cocky, better-than-everyone pilot attitude, but she had never seen him this quiet. The other pilots looked nervously at each other.

"Maybe a mission with her?" Bob piped up from his seat in the corner, the dismay clearly written all over his clean-shaven face. Jake just sighed and shook his head, handing the pool cue to Rooster, the only one in the group who hadn't realized the gravity of the situation. Hangman started for the front doors, deciding that he had given you enough time to get out of the parking lot.

"No, I knew her before...before everything," he said, his voice low, eyes unwilling to meet anyone's around him. Phoenix shot a look of disbelief at Fanboy and Bob started to nervously chew on his lip, fiddling with the beer bottle in his hands. Hangman sighed, his shoulders incredibly heavy with the weight of what was going to happen tomorrow when he actually had to face you.

"We....we-" he struggled, biting hard on the toothpick that was perched in his mouth. He shook his head and then walked for the doors, leaving the group in complete disbelief. No one dared breathe a word or even shift slightly until the door closed. The collective release of stress made the group start tittering to each other right away, Rooster starting the conversation:

"Are you telling me that Hangman dated the scariest mythological creature in the U.S. Navy?"

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Part Two

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Something In-Between, pt. 3

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

You and Bradley rode home in a complacent silence. Well, at least you thought it was until you parked his Bronco and he all but jumped out, slamming the door behind him and making his way to the front door. You rolled your eyes, fingering the keys he had given you to drive. He glared vaguely in your direction and you heard him suck his teeth as you moved to unlock the door.

After blowing past you in the doorway, you sighed, not sure what had gotten into your roommate. He all but slammed his door, leaving you-mid-shoe off- in the living room. You tossed your shoe to the other one near the front door and let your purse drop on the couch. Your socked feet padded the sound of your footsteps as you made your way to his door.

"You gonna tell me what crawled up your ass and died, Bradshaw?" No response. You sighed. "Or are we going to do this childish thing where you ignore me in my own home because-"

The door opened and you didn't get you finish your thought. You noticed how hard-set Bradley's jaw was. Whatever it was, it had certainly gotten him upset and bothered. His temples were pulsing and you could almost see the flexing. He stared at you silent and then you saw his face start to falter. Your hands instinctively found your hips and you leaned against one side of the doorframe.

"Just a bad day, ya know? Sorry, wasn't anything you did..." he sighed and stated lamely. His eyes had fallen to his feet and the silence in the small apartment was deafening. Your tongue poked your cheek as you waited for him to continue, thoroughly not buying any of his bullshit. When he didn't immediately continue, you couldn't help but encourage him to do so.

"Bad day I get. Being shitty with me when I barely saw you all day is not okay. And it's not what happened," you said pointedly, narrowing your eyes as his eyes quickly shot up to meet yours. He looked apologetic, but you had known him long enough to know that he used this move to get out of uncomfortable situations.

"Dude, all I did today was get up, take a shower, go to work, go to lunch, go to a bar. What is your deal?" you couldn't help the huffiness to your voice as you felt like a teenager in trouble with their parents. You were about to go after him again when he muttered something you barely heard.

"...and gave Hangman those papers."

Your eyebrows practically hit your hairline in incredulousness. Your hands dropped to your side and you took a step back from the doorway, your mouth slightly opening in shock. Gone was the troubled teenager, now you were dealing with a child of your own.

"Are you shitting me, Bradley?!" your voice was louder than you meant, but the shock of what all this was about wasn't sitting well at all. "I give an envelope to a guy you work with and you get pissed that I introduced myself?! What are you? Jealous that someone spoke to me? You've got to be-"

"-That's not what he was doing! You don't know him and I know exactly what he was thinking when he came in and-"

"HE WAS GETTING THE THING YOU TOLD HIM TO-"

"HE WAS TRYING TO-"

"I didn't fuck him," the harshness of your tone stopped Bradley mid-yell. Your voice had lowered as the anger boiled up. You had never seen this side of Bradley and you were not a fan of this sudden questioning of your morality and decision making by a man who had no room to judge.

The two of you stared at each other until Bradley finally dropped his eyes. "I didn't think you did. I just know how he gets and he was looking at you..." his voice trailed off pathetically when he realized you weren't listening any more. You started walking to your room then thought better of it and grabbed your purse off the couch with Bradley's keys. You quickly slipped into some sneakers, barely breaking your stride to the door.

"Next time you tell someone to come over to get something, I'll make sure I'm not here."

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You weren't sure where you were driving to. Any tiny effects of alcohol you had consumed earlier were long gone and you felt the anger still bubbling in your throat like emotional acid reflux. You hadn't gotten into a fight with Bradley like this since college and it too had been about a boy.

You rolled your eyes, looking at the lit dash and turning off the radio, preferring the silence to anything music could offer at this point. You didn't appreciate the accusations, but you especially didn't appreciate being in a fight when you hadn't done a single thing wrong.

You were barely paying attention to where you were driving when you found yourself back in the parking lot of the Hard Deck. You parked the car, hands still tightly gripping the steering wheel, teeth painfully tight in your jaw. Your eyes started to disassociate in the dark as everything blurred around you and the nearby lights because floating blotches of yellow and orange.

As if he could sense your presence, it was at that precise moment that Jake Seresin, the man this whole fight had been about, walked out of the Hard Deck, toothpick in his mouth, hand lazily thrown in his pocket, the other slapping Bob on the back condescendingly as the rest of the crew followed them out.

He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as he felt eyes on him. He paused while the group continued past him as his eyes scanned the almost empty lot around the building. It was then that he spotted Rooster's Bronco still parked and he made a confused face in spite of himself. He waved on the rest of the pilots as he started towards the oddly positioned vehicle, very curious as to what he was about to find.

When he walked up to the front of the car he saw you sitting alone, blankly staring at him. He put on his most charming smirk, and pulled the toothpick out of his mouth, sauntering over to the driver side door.

"Hey there, darlin', and here I thought you had gone home. Didn't think you'd be out here waiting on me..." It was at this point that Jake's smirk faltered, your eyes still glued blankly ahead, barely comprehending his words. He swallowed and reached into the truck, his hand brushing your arm through the open window.

"Hey- you okay?" The touch shook your out of the 50-yard stare and you turned to him quickly. You weren't sure what you were doing or what he was thinking you were doing. You sighed and shrugged.

"You want the long story or the short story?" He chuckled and rested his other forearm on the window frame.

"If you're talking, I'll take the long version," he winked and your rolled your eyes, a small smile cracking your jaw. Jake saw the relief cross over your facial features and he matched your smile. "Come on," he pulled open the driver side door, "Penny won't close up for at least another hour. Can I buy you a real drink instead of you swiping my card?"

You laughed and nodded, easily taking his hand to get out of the car. As you hit the lock button, your hand dropped out of Jake's as he headed back inside.

"Rooster isn't going to jump out of the bushes and ambush me or anything, right?" Jake paused when you didn't laugh and he turned back to look at you, "Kidding- just curious where he is..." Jake had stopped walking and was looking at you, awaiting an answer.

"I dropped him off at home."

Jake was taken aback, but he quickly recovered. "You took him home and then you came back here?" You nodded and walked past him, reaching the door and walking inside. You felt his body behind you in the doorway as you stopped to look around. "Did you come back for me, or is that wishful thinking?" His voice was low and you could feel his hot breath on your neck and shoulder as he leaned down. You shrugged and walked forward towards the bar with the aviator in tow behind you.

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You and Jake had closed down the bar. You had found a small, semi-private booth in the back (Penny could keep an eye on you, and you appreciated her concern, but assured her after your second round of drinks that you really were sound of mind). Jake found himself scooting closer to you in the booth as the conversation went on.

"I just- I mean, I'm honored," he said, laughing, "Two fights with Rooster and the most recent is about little ol' me!" You snickered into your drink as he laughed again, beer bottle perched at his lips.

"And I didn't even do anything this time!" You shook your head and felt another laugh bubble up. Jake's eyes were shining and you noticed a slight flush dust his cheeks. You knew you were warm all over and it wasn't from the drink in your hands. As Penny rang the bell signalling she was closing up, you downed your drink and stood up, Jake's hand immediately on the small of your back as he stood up behind you. You smiled and started towards the door, giving Penny a wave and mouthing "thank you."

Once outside, the sea air hit harder than anything. You sighed and pulled out your phone to check the time. 12:13am. You groaned. Yes, tomorrow was Friday, but you still had to be at work in...less than 8 hours. Jake had leaned his head back and closed his eyes, breathing in the air, hand still firmly on your back.

It was then that you looked at the rest of your lock screen. 14 missed calls. 23 missed texts. 13 messenger messages. You groaned again and Jake looked down, lazily opening his eyes and spotting your phone.

"Looks like big brother is not happy that you're out. You gonna tell him it was with me?" He leaned in closer, his hand now moving to your hip and pulling you in tighter to his toned body. You shook your head.

"I do still have to live with him. I'd like to make it as painless as possible."

Jake shrugged, "Suit yourself," he squeezed you in closer, "but if I were you, I'd pull a page from Hangman's greatest moves...." He waggled an eyebrow at you and started walking towards his car. You met his raised eyebrow, but your feet followed his. He smiled and opened the passenger door. You paused and waited for an explanation.

"I'll take you to your car. You can drive it home and then when Rooster wakes up in the morning, boom, no ride," his self-satisfied smile was clear, even in the dark, "ruin a bit of his day like he ruined yours."

You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out past your lips and nodded. "Good plan, sailor, now get in." Jake was only too thrilled to not only spend some time with you, but also piss off Rooster. Win-win in his book and you knew it.

"Aye-aye, ma'am. Anywhere you want to go."

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You yawned and pulled your comforter back above your head as you groaned. The offending sunlight poured in through shades that you forgot to pull down all the way. You squinted at them angrily and then realized that the noise that jolted you awake was the sound of the front door slamming and footsteps loudly stomping towards you.

"Where the FUCK is my car?!"

You paused and then all but snorted trying to hold in a laugh remembering the events of the night before. Bradley threw open your door.

"Where is it?! What the fuck did you do?!"

You yawned again and sat up, shrugging.

"I parked it back at the bar. Figured you could use the walk to base to clear your head," you retorted, matter-of-factly. Bradley's jaw hung open as he comprehended your words. He glared at you and then slammed your door and then the front door. You laid pck down, smirking to yourself. He deserved it, after all, and it wasn't like it was a long walk or anything.

You were shaken from your self-convincing monologue by a quiet ping. You snagged your phone off the bedside table and again squinted angrily at the sun now fully streaming into the room. You turned your attentions back to the screen as another text came in.

Hey. We're about to get going on a briefing. No sign of Rooster, any idea where he is?

;)

You chuckled and shook your head, quickly replying.

I think he took the scenic route this morning.

You laughed again, proud of your semi-witty response and set the phone down as you sat up on the edge of the bed. As your feet searched for the slippers under your bed you heard your phone again and couldn't help the all-too-recognizable flutter in your stomach as you brought it to your face.

Can I see you tomorrow? -------------

A/N: I'm a sucker for a soft Jake...and a jealous Bradley apparently... :) Also, too many tags are crashing this story- so if you want to keep up with me, please follow @archivallyfound09 and click “get notifications” (I only post my stories here, so no spam or other stuff)

Part 4

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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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Entering the Villain Era pt. 10 (fin.)

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f)

Summary: The one where she can dish more than he can handle. And, oh, does he deserve it.

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking (reader is of age), suggestive situation. A very emotionally aware reader and a whipped Hangman.

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five. Part Six

Part Seven. Part Eight Part Nine

"I can't believe the Admiral is retiring." Fanboy pulled at his dress whites uncomfortably. Phoenix rolled her eyes and adjusted her skirt.

"Yes, you can. We all thought Maverick had done him in with this stunt," she nodded out towards the rest of the mission team that was mingling nearby. Fanboy shrugged and made his ways towards Bob and Coyote with the female pilot in-two behind him. "I'm honestly surprised it only took eight months for him to get out."

"Any sign of Rooster yet?" he asked as he stood next to Yale, getting nothing but headshakes and shrugs. He laughed and nodded, downing his drink. "Wait, what about Hang-"

If only summoning the devil was that easy. Before Fanboy could finish his sentence, a new energy fell over the room and the newly reunited mission crew turned towards the entrance of the large ballroom. Collectively, they all held a breath without realizing it.

In walked Lieutenant Jake Seresin. No surprise there. What was a surprise was the woman on his arm decidedly not in uniform. Phoenix and Bob slowly turned to each other, confused looks exchanged as the rest of the group's collective brains wracked their memory trying to place the woman. Hangman smiled politely as he saluted the guest of honor and then introduced the woman next to him. She offered her hand and shook her head smiling when he went to salute her.

"What'd I mi-holy fuck, who's the smokeshow with Hangman?" Rooster seemingly had appeared out of the pale green and cream wallpaper. His appearance shook the group's collective focus and they all turned to each other trying to get answers.

"I mean, has anybody seen him since we wrapped up everything?" Rooster was met with multiple headshakes- no one had seen him after the final night of the mission. He had effectively disappeared, his base housing empty, his car gone, any trance of Hangman was erased. Rooster ran a hand through his curls and looked up again and caught the eye of the woman who was now being introduced to a long line of admirals and their wives.

Rooster's blood ran completely cold. He felt like a wormhole had engulfed him entirely. He knew that stare.

"Then I'll start fucking talking."

"I've clocked every decision you've made in the last 144 hours."

"Let's get those motherfuckers."

The words echoed in his head and the look that crossed his face was keenly observed by the rest of the pilots. They turned and looked at you, making a decent spectacle of themselves. The woman dropped her smile and raised and eyebrow, amused, but also slightly disappointed.

"Oh my fucking god."

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You held Rooster's stare from across the room, mentally ticking every second it took him to put all the puzzle pieces together. Jake had your arm tucked into the crook of his elbow as he shared pleasantries and introductions with a variety of officers, most of which you had met at some point or another.

When the realization dawned on Rooster ("..a whole 38 seconds. He's slipping.") you watched necks practically snap as the rest of the crew turned to see you. You calmly and smoothly turned back to Admiral Bates, a smirk plastered on your face. Jake had taken a step slightly closer to you, but did not move his hand to your back. He stood rigidly, very conscious about your rules for the event.

"So, do you miss it yet?" Your ears perked back, turning to see Admiral Simpson walk up to your right. You gave him a polite smile.

"Every day, sir," he laughed, "But I've heard of this thing called a 'vacation'" you waggled an eyebrow and earned another laugh from the pair in front of you, "and I'm looking forward to figuring out what that is. Hopefully a break will do me good." Simpson nodded.

"You've certainly earned it," he said, smiling and taking your hand, encompassing it with both his palms. "Congratulations." You nodded and squeezed his hand. As Admiral Cain appeared at the group, Jake bowed out and took his leave. Bates gave you a quirked eyebrow and you laughed.

"Just an escort for the evening. Wasn't sure they'd let me in to this shindig," you chuckled at the comment and it was reciprocated. Cain patted your shoulder.

"I know this is supposed to be about me," he gestured to everything around him, "but enjoy this as a resignation party." He gave you a wink when you nodded and laughed, "besides, this was mostly for my missus." You and three powerful men turned to see Mrs. Cain fussing with some decorations and then waving joyfully over to her husband.

"Maybe we can vacation together," he smirked and you and Bates laughed, Cain slightly unsure of the inside joke he had just stumbled upon. You shook your head and held up a hand.

"I'm not even sure what a vacation is," you explained, "but if I figure it out, I'll let you know."

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Hangman made his way towards the bar, very conscious of the stares that were boring into the back of his head as he ordered his drink. He sipped it and tipped the bartender, giving her his signature smile. He turned turned around, leaning his elbows and back against the cool marble top. He looked at the group and held his rocks glass up, toasting them in the most aggravating way possible.

Phoenix rolled her eyes and stalked towards the egotistical pilot at the bar and practically dragged him over to the group that was slowly making their way out the side doors onto the large stone balcony. You glanced over when Simpson commented "I think your escort was just absconded with." You shrugged and picked up your drink from the waiter that appeared nearby.

"Wouldn't be the first time."

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"HOW. Just. Fucking. HOW."

Phoenix's voice was louder than the rest of the group, the volume getting decently loud outside as the smirk glued on Hangman's face just spurred on the frustration. He sipped his drink, savoring the slight burn of the liquor as it provided a nice balance to the absolutely delightful scene in front of him.

"It's some weird sex thing. You're like her puppy," Rooster groaned and Hangman rolled his eyes, still refusing to say anything.

"Mind control," Bob said quietly, earning a nod from both Coyote and Payback. Fanboy hadn't been able to close his mouth all the way since he had figured out who the woman was on Hangman's arm. Hangman took in a deep breath, almost as if he was dragging on a long cigar and let it out slowly, fully enjoying all the attention on his for a change.

"It's-"

"Lieutenant Seresin."

The surprise interruption caused a few of the pilots to jump. jake looked to the sky and closed his eyes, knowing you would pull a stunt like this. "No labels." You had both agreed that you would figure this out when you figured it out. Until then, it was no one's business. Tonight you were just in need of an escort onto the event and he happened to have the credentials to get you there.

Well, that was the bullshit you were telling yourselves.

He straightened up and smiled as he turned towards you, drink coming to rest near his hip. You stared at him cooly, trying desperately to ignore the prying stares of the rest of the group.

"Yes, ma'am," he quipped, giving you an absolutely sinful look that only you could see. You felt you that familiar pull in your stomach as you cleared your throat quietly and held his gaze.

"Just needed you to move away from the doors, " your gaze travelled up and down him and then to the rest of the group. Captain Mitchell is here and he's looking for all of you. So, instead of gossiping, shall we?" You held the door open and felt the deja vu from the carrier almost a year prior when you had stumbled into a conversation also about you and Hangman.

Jake gave you a look, popping a toothpick into his mouth as he strode past you bringing up the rear of the group now beelining it over to Maverick. You leaned against the nearby wall watching the interaction with a surprising amount of fondness.

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"It's from the gentleman at the end of the bar." You looked up from your seat at the hotel bar, ready to go postal if necessary. When your eyes met Maverick's, you smiled and motioned him over. Jake had long ago disappeared with the rest of the crew to go find booze and food, and probably a darts board.

"It feels like a crime to see you like this, " he commented, laughing, as he sat down. You motioned to yourself, clearly showing off the perfectly tailored dress.

"Is red not my color, Captain Mitchell?" You teased and sipped your drink. He closed his eyes laughing and staring ahead at the illuminated bottles of liquor on the back wall of the bar. You kept your eyes trained on his face.

"I swear to god, you're even giving me some thoughts," he shook his head, pulling his eyes from the bottles to his drink. You laughed and hit his arm.

"I promise you Mav, it's still the bitch you had to work with," you both chuckled. "I just clean up a little better when it's not government issue. Who knew?" You smiled and he turned, offering his glass. There was a loud clink as you met his drink and then took a sip, the burn barely felt after the party and, honestly, your tolerance.

"So when's he back?" you gave Maverick a faux quizzical look and he bought none of it. "Hangman. You're here together," he stated, matter-of-factly. You nodded.

"He's off on another mission in two months. Then back here- Simpson says I can have a job here, civilian or not," you shrugged, "Not sure what else I'm good at, but it's a nice back up. Maybe I'll bartend for Penny...." you winked and earned a terrified laugh from the veteran pilot on your right.

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The group that stumbled through the doors of the elegant hotel made for quite a scene. They had all changed out of their uniforms, but shirts were wet and wrinkled, jeans with spots of drinks, stamps on backs of hands and wrists. You and Maverick looked up.

"It's 11pm. They're old," you joked and earned a nod of agreement.

"Yours seems to be missing..."

"No, sir," came the reply behind you and you felt your heart speed up as Jake's hand landed on your shoulder. "Thank you for keeping her company," he said, his accent a bit thicker after some whiskey, no doubt. Maverick smirked and gave you a wink as he headed towards the other elevators, hoping to get some rest away from the drunk horde that had just stumbled in.

"Can I escort you up to your room?" Jake asked, his body now close enough that his smell engulfed you entirely. You closed your eyes and then, taking a deep breath of him nodded. You followed in Maverick's footsteps towards the elevators across from the lobby where the other aviators waited. You knew their eyes were on you, the hairs on your arms standing up out of habit. Jake's hand was on your lower back, but as the ding of the doors sounded and they opened, you felt it slip lower, giving his crewmates a bit of a show.

Once the elevator doors closed, you were pulled together stronger than magnets. You hands were in Jake's hair and he hoisted you up, grateful for the bar halfway up the back wall of the elevator. He propped you there, his legs quickly standing between your legs. You could practically hear Jake's mental cheers at the two slits in the dress, which made this maneuver possible and incredibly sexy.

His lips were all over you, his hands following suit. You brain had gone completely blank of anything except the man in front of you. The last few months had been difficult and full of cerebral soul searching and trauma dumping, but you knew that this was the final piece. You had faced your old life, Jake had respected your rules, and now you could finally molt into the new phase of your life.

You were shaken from the thoughts of only Jake when the elevator dinged again and the doors opened up to your floor. Jake looked at you and then, with no hesitation, scooped you up over his shoulder, your ass in the air. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted to do this since I saw you the first night at the Hard Deck," he groaned, a well-placed smack hitting your ass. You let out a surprised laugh and jake found the key in his pocket, quickly opening the door and carrying you inside, practically throwing you on the bed.

"Oh my god this dress," he sounded almost feral, the Texan drawl incredibly apparent now; you smirked. "Oh fuck, it's going to look so pretty on the floor." You opened your mouth to protest, but Jake was already capturing his lips in yours, kissing you like it was oxygen ad his hands started to undo and tug the dress of your body. You helped him as you pulled at his t-shirt and the buttons on his jeans.

"If they haven't figured it out yet," he said between kissing your lips and leaving marks on your neck, "they're going to figure it out tonight." And that was a promise that Jake did indeed keep.

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The next morning in the small bar you had been in the night before, you sipped your coffee, Jake seated across from you looking at the paper. You smirked as you saw the hungover and exhausted pilots stumble out of the elevator. You smirked and nodded to them as Jake gave a wave. The group made their way towards the two of you, ordering coffee and talking to Jake as he promised to text when he was back stateside and then started making plans with Coyote and Payback to go shooting sometime.

You looked at your coffee, happy that most of the awkwardness had subsided. You looked up and caught Rooster's eyes. He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck; you were keenly aware that he had either seen and/or heard you last night.

"Ma'am, will you be joining Hangman when he comes back around?"

The room felt as if all the air had been sucked out. No one had dared speak to you. Slowly, everyone looked at you. You took in a breath, placing the small coffee cup down on its saucer.

"I will be, Bradley." you paused, "If that's okay?"

Rooster couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face. "Yes, ma'am. As long as you keep him in line," he added as an afterthought, the laugh he earned breaking up the last bit of tension in the group. You smiled at Jake and took another sip of coffee, savoring it as conversations continued around you. This was certainly something you had not seen as the end of your era, but it wasn't a bad transition you decided.

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A/N: That's all folks. This one was HARD to wrap up and it went different than I thought, but I think we all need some fluffy Hangman, right? :) thanks to all those who commented, shared, and liked this story! It means the world!! Send any idea or requests to the inbox, as always! xoxo

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