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oathkeeperoxas · 4 months

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Hello, my friend! 44 or 71 for Icemav, if you're still warming up? <3<3<3

ELWEN yesssss going wild for this one. Forehead press my number 1, you will always be famous to me

71. lingering forehead against forehead, consumed by each other and barely having enough strength to breathe

The call comes at 6:43pm.

Ice lets it ring for three trills, still in that limbo of not knowing. Dead, or not dead? And the less important question of if the mission was a success or not. These two things are not related to each other. A successful mission could still mean a dead pilot. If that's the case, then he's already living in a world without Maverick Mitchell. If that's the case, then he has five more seconds of not knowing about it, before the knowledge sinks its teeth into him, inescapable.

He picks the phone up. He's has a lifetime of doing the hard work, making the terrible choices that no one else wants to make. He can't avoid this forever, and he wouldn't want to, so he puts the phone to his ear and listens, and when he puts it down he has to lean his elbows onto his desk, face in his hands. Gut swooping like he's just pulled an emergency barrel roll and hadn't had the chance to prepare for it. Sick, like he's grown so used to over his treatment, sick, like he's really going to throw up. But he's had a lot of practice with this too, so he swallows it all down neatly enough. There's still work to do, maybe more work, now that they'll have to switch to soothing Russia's ruffled feathers at having their sovereignty impinged upon. Mav and Bradley won't be back in the country for another day at least. He has plenty to do to fill the time until then.

The seconds tick past, and the minutes dribble through his fingers, and the hour hand on his watch inevitably ticks forward. He gets into a shouting match with the SECDEF and is called into conference with the JCS and watches as updates on the pilots who flew the mission trickle into his inbox. Mav's medical report is last, which means he only nibbles on dinner, a bad habit that Mav would scold him for. Ice would take it, would take any words from him, as long as he he here to speak them.

He works through the night and gets to sleep somewhere about quarter to five, and is back at his computer before ten. Mav's report has come in, and while it doesn't look great, it's not all bad news. He's walking under his own power, and while injured, apparently isn't in too much pain. Ice holds his own reservations about that. Mav's never enjoyed telling an authority figure everything. Ice will get the truth out of him when they see each other next.

All the pilots are in flight back to North Island, which means they're out of contact even if Ice wanted to reach out, which he doesn't. This isn't the first time that Mav has been on a mission and Ice has been able to do nothing but wait for him to come home. He prefers to wait to see Mav in person before they talk to each other. It's better that way.

He fends off orders to fly to Washington, at least delaying until tomorrow or the day after, and makes up for it by sitting on conferences all afternoon while typing away furiously at the dozens of emails that have landed in his inbox. Everything is a flurry of activity, everything needs his attention now, and yet he puts everything aside when he sees that the transport has landed at North Island, and that all the pilots have been taken for debriefing, except for the two who spent time on the ground, who have been shuttled to the base hospital. Ice packs up his laptop and notifies his driver, and is on the road immediately.

He's not in uniform, so manages to fly mostly under the radar until he hits the two Marines standing guard outside Mav's hospital room, who only give way when they recognise him. Ice bids them to wait outside, and closes the door behind him when he enters. There's a curtain that's hiding most of Mav from his sight; the only part of him that Ice can see are his feet, which are bare. His toes are poking out from the side of the blanket that Mav has thrown over him, and Ice is hit with a wave of emotion that's as irrational as it is powerful -- Mav's feet are uninjured. His toes are okay. He can see that. It makes it hard to breathe, and he steadies himself before stepping forward, not wanting to cough and worry his partner. This is not a moment for Mav to be worried about Ice.

"Did you bring me some real clothes?" Mav grumbles. "I'm not wearing this. This is an attack on decency. I'm fine. I don't need to be here. Who do I have to speak to, to go home?"

Ice closes his eyes and musters himself after that volley. Then he moves forward under full sail, to stand at the end of Mav's bed and lay a hand on his ankle.

"I didn't bring you any clothes," Ice rumbles, voice hoarse from all the speaking he's been putting it through today. "And you can come home when the doctors say you can leave."

"Ice," Mav says, eyes wide, and Ice can't stay away from him anymore. Mav is already struggling to sit up, and Ice sits on the bed and ropes his arms around him, lashing them together. Mav makes a low sound, torn somewhere from deep in his chest, and presses their heads against each other. Ice tilts them so their foreheads are together, noses and mouths close, breathing the same air. "Ice," Mav repeats, desperate, and Ice wants to squeeze him and never let him go for scaring Ice so badly, for coming to him in the first place and asking to do this, for daring to get shot down and for making Ice receive the news that he's dead, only to be told that he'd pulled off the impossible--

Ice presses a palm to Mav's neck to feel his pulse, and they're both gasping against each other, clinging like they're at sea and the other is their lifeboat. Like lovers to be parted on the morrow. Like they'll never get another day quite like this one.

"You scared the shit out of me," Ice manages, and Mav barks a laugh through his tears.

"You're telling me," Mav manages, cupping a hand on Ice's cheek and wiping away the wetness under his eyes. "I was pretty scared myself."

"The kid?" Ice asks.

"He's better than me. Young bones, and all that."

Ice can hardly breathe. He pulls away to clear his throat, and then comes back to lay his head on Mav's shoulder and press his face into Mav's throat. Mav's hand rests on the back of his neck. There's still so much to do. Ice can feel the weight of his emails piling up in his inbox. But he can put off making the hard decisions for an hour. He can let himself be human for an hour. Mav's arms have the power to protect him. He hasn't lost that privilege. He hasn't lost Mav.

"If you think I'm letting you do anything like that ever again--"

Mav laughs. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I used that one favour up. Won't happen again. We're even now -- how about we don't do that to each other again, yeah?"

It's good he's sitting down. The dizzying relief would have forced him to anyway. He lays a kiss over Mav's pulse.

"I don't think cancer and flying into a deathtrap are particularly equivalent," Ice grits out. "But I'm willing to overlook that if you are."

Mav cradles him gently, laying kisses against his crown. "Sounds like a plan to me."

Ice sighs and sits up. "Are you okay?" he asks. "I know you've been lying to try and get out of here faster."

Mav sniffs, pretending to be offended. "They're not falling for it," he says plaintively.

"Good. Start telling them how you really feel. I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon."

"Yeah?" Mav asks, looking up at him.

"Yeah," Ice says softly. "Gotta keep an eye on my troublemakers."

Mav's eyes crinkle into his familiar smile, and Ice is home, home, home.

A hundred different kisses prompt list

#cyclone is keeping everyone inside today so writing time #icemav #iceman #maverick #top gun #tg #mine #my writing #forehead to forehead really be my number 1 weakness and yes i blame robin hobb for it

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karagin22 · 6 months

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So instead of actual field training or equipment maintenance, remember they claim they don't need to spend much money or time on that either. They want MORE money to spend on DEI. DEI will not win any wars, nor will it help defeat the nation's enemies, nor will it allow our military to maintain any kind of lethal edge in combat skills. This insanity takes away from real hands-on training, which every service member must do daily to maintain that edge. Why Congress has allowed this POS SecDef to remain when he clearly has not one bit of willingness to do his job of preparing the nation's military for combat is something that needs to be answered for,

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lawsofchaos1 · 2 months

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MCU Promptlet: Tony takes a breather first AU

When Tony Stark finally sets foot on American soil after three months of captivity and torture, he requests two things: an American cheeseburger and a press conference.

Ms. Virginia "Pepper" Potts, the woman who has risen up to become the personal secretary to the head of the largest weapons manufacturer in the country and who will one day become the CEO of the largest technology empire the world has ever seen, takes one look at the three days of stubble on her boss' cheeks, the haunted gaze in his eyes, and the trembling in his always steady hands and says no.

Pepper does not call the press conference, but instead takes Tony home to his workshop where he can sleep, unwatched and among friends, for the first time in months. She takes him home to soothe Jarvis' fears (even though Jarvis' has uploaded himself to any tech within three meters of Tony since he was found, it's not the same as the sensors in the shop and Jarvis' steady stream of increasingly alarmed texts to Pepper's phone have made that clear).

She takes Tony home to be hugged by his robot-children and to let Rhodey mother-hen him the way he couldn't while in uniform, cajoling him to eat small portions of Rhodey's homemade spaghetti - Tony's ultimate secret comfort food - every few hours. The next morning, the three of them sit at the kitchen table, Jarvis ever-present, and Tony tells them of what he found out in Afghanistan. He tells them and they plan.

Tony doesn't have a press-conference, hands still shaking and fear hidden in his eyes, to shut down everything his company is known for on the way home from the airport. Instead, Rhodey and Pepper and Tony strategize.

Tony meets with the Joint Chiefs and the SecDef, not to mention the heads of the CIA, FBI, and NSA. Stark weapons in terrorist hands scares them the same as Tony. Tony tells them of his plans, for his company and for Iron Man. People tend to forget that Tony's company holds billions in military contracts, but only about twenty percent of that is for weapons.

The military knows there will always be other bomb makers, but the rest of what Tony provides? SI holds those thousands of contracts because there is literally no competition. With the military's continued and public support of SI, even without selling weapons, the company's stock never tanks, but instead surges with Tony's newfound determination and innovation.

With the military's support for Iron Man, Tony's PR surges with newfound respect, not just popularity. Pepper says no to a press conference, and that makes all the difference.

[Additional fun head canon below]

This Tony would be gently cajoled into therapy by Pepper.

And see, Tony was basically raised by the military. Howard used to bring him to meetings as a kid and Tony would escape his SI minders and go hang out with the friendly soldiers until his father remembered he had a kid. The soldiers paid him more attention and taught him more than Howard ever did.

And with how he was captured, it would make a lot of sense for Tony to be with a military therapist, and Rhodey quietly works some magic and Tony somehow ends up in group therapy sessions with other soldiers with PTSD.

The soldiers are at first a little wary of Tony Stark coming to group, but also a little in awe because most of them owe their lives or the lives of their brothers/sisters to Stark Tech of some kind.

But then they get to know Tony. And Tony .. doesn't really have friends.

He has Rhodey- who's amazing but can't be there a lot- and Pepper and Happy, but again, they work for him. So the soldiers decide unilaterally to adopt him.

Suddenly Tony is walking out of group and someone is shoving a baseball cap on his head so they can all go out to Chili's for dinner (and no, they don't let him pay).

Then he's being invited to backyard bbq's and birthday parties for two years olds. (A trust fund is an appropriate gift, right?)

And then one day Lisa (a former sergeant in the group) and Helen (Dave's wife) just .. show up at the Tower with coffee and pastries. They don't want anything, they just want to ... catch-up. Which is precisely when tony is hit by the clue by four that he might just have .. friends.

#lawsofchaos rambles #the avengers #marvel mcu #tony stark #team iron man #promptlet #fanfiction #iron man AU

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al--qalam · 3 months

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نحن بصف فلسطين ولن نستسلم حتى تتحرر".. رسالة مؤثرة من ‎#أمريكية إلى فلسطين، تؤكد فيها تضامن كثير من الأمريكيين معها على الرغم من الموقف الرسمي الداعم لإسرائيل في حربها على غزة.

‎#ابو_عبيدة ‎#ابوعبيده ‎#إسرائيل_إرهابية ‎#الاباده_الجماعيه ‎#القبة_الحديدية ‎#اليمن ‎#جنوب_افريقيا ‎#جنود_الاحتلال ‎#حرب_غزة ‎#حلل_يا_دويري ‎#خان_يونس ‎#خانيونس ‎#طوفان_الاقصى ‎#غزة ‎#غزة_الآن ‎#غزة_العزة ‎#غزة_تستغيث ‎#غزة_تنتصر ‎#غزه_تقاوم ‎#غزه_مقبرة_الدبابات ‎#فلسطين ‎#فلسطين_حرة ‎#فلسطين_قضيتنا ‎#كتائب_القسام ‎#ولعت ‎#رفح_تحت_القصف

‎#FreePalestine ‎#Gaza ‎#Gazabombing ‎#Hamas ‎#IsraeliNewNazism ‎#Isreal_is_ISIS ‎#IsrealiTerrorist ‎#IsrealiWarCrimes ‎#PalestineGenocide ‎#Netanyahu_A_criminal_of_war ‎#IsraelGazaWar ‎#HumanRights ‎#Palestine ‎#AlJazeera ‎#GazaHospital ‎#CNN ‎#BBC ‎#IsraelTerrorism ‎#CeaseFireInGaza ‎#TerroristIsraeliForce ‎#EthnicCleansingOfPalestine ‎#GazaHolocaust

We are on Palestine's side and will not surrender until it is free" This is a touching message from #American to Palestine, emphasizing the solidarity of many Americans with her despite the official position supporting Israel in its war on Gaza.

@ABC @almaniadiplo @amanpour @AmnestyAR @ANCYLhq @antonioguterres @benshapiro @Bundeskanzler @cgtnarabic @chedetofficial @clashreport @CNNPolitics @drfahrettinkoca @EmineErdogan @EmmanuelMacron @EP_President @fahrettinaltun @FoxNews @GermanyDiplo @hrw @iascch @ICRC @IntlCrimCourt @JPN_PMO @JustinTrudeau @KamalaHarris @khamenei_ir @KimJongUnArabic @KremlinRussia_E @Min_JCS @mog_china @Myanc @NBCNewsWorld @NewsNow4USA @Pontifex @POTUS @RishiSunak @RonaldLamola @RTErdogan @SecBlinken @SecDef @SpokespersonCHN @TheEconomist @TheUKAr @trthaber @UN @UNGeneva @UNICEF @UNWatch

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compacflt · 10 months

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what are ice & mav’s favorite colors? what is your favorite color?

this is so specific anon i am screaming!!!!!

junior public affairs officer just out of college, having lost a bet and now being forced to pay, stepping into admiral kazansky’s pearl harbor office, trembling, sweating, holy shit, : Sir… just for indopacom branding purposes… t-the public affairs office would like to know what your favorite color is…

admiral Kazansky, dusting his framed confirmation certificate signed by the SECDEF and SECNAV and POTUS, entirely flatly and disinterestedly, without a hint of humor: United-States-Navy blue. [Pause] i feel this could have been an email. In the future, [long lecture about wasting the brass’ valuable time]

(PAO, to the rest of the pacflt general staff, later: this guy is fucking unreal. US navy blue. fuck him he is not real. he was genetically engineered by the DOD in the 1950s as a bioweapon. he’s not a real person.)

his favorite color is just blue. and it’s one of those questions no one ever asks him until Bradley comes along so he doesn’t have a favorite color until five-year-old Bradley asks him (this is an extremely important question to five-year-olds), which is when he decides on blue. “why?” pretty arbitrary, kiddo. i dunno. It’s the color of the sky and the color of the sea. and those are pretty much my only two reasons to live. shrug.

mav’s favorite color is red. You know, danger & stuff. “it’s the color of the warning lights that start flashing when you do something cool in an f-18 😛”

#my favorite color is also blue but im not going to tell you what shade. it’s personal.#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #asks #i remember asking my dad what his favorite color was and getting incensed when he said he didn’t have one #i always thought (this is a very gay thought and i apologize)#that if ice & mav were elements ice would be water & air and mav would be fire & air #WERE REACHING LEVELS OF TOPGUNPOASTING NEVER BEFORE THOUGHT POSSIBLE

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nonyayo2 · 4 months

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Can our Military Survive SecDef Lloyd Austin?

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winterbirb · 2 months

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"[X group] is actually a US proxy under complete control of the US government and every single thing they do is by order of the CIA" people when the Kurdish enclave in Aleppo used US weapons to work with the Syrian Army finally encircle the Rebels¹:

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#rambles #i mean. do /I/ think it was approved by the US #?#perhaps even without the secdef knowing? yes. but that's beside the point #imo this Would be a case where the cia is the best option to relay the message thus circumventing the dod #either directly with an officer or thru an asset. like heyyy the bossman says there wont be retaliation if you do this #thinktanks were like oh nooo this is bad. but it's good to me . looking at the sky not the cliff #then again im also looking at the sky going yes obama is a crypto-leftist actually <3 #anyway this is why i post things on tumblr and ao3. weird thinktanks wont even THINk (lol) to look here #my hands are cold :(#Youtube

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marykk1990 · 4 months

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My next post in support of Ukraine is:

Next site, since all of Ukraine is under another huge attack from terrorist muscovy, I'm just going to share a few pics of 4 metro stations. 1st pic, Kyiv. 2nd pic, Kharkiv. 3rd pic, Lviv. (I've been advised that the 4th pic isn't Odesa. It popped up when I was looking for images of a Ukrainian metro for Odesa, so apologies for my mistake. I guess it is in another country. Thank you, @samotnya, for the heads-up) These stations are filled with sheltering people now.

I also just want to add how disappointed & infuriated I am that the so-called partners of Ukraine are still allowing terrorist muscovy to bombard Ukrainian cities back to the stone age. Especially with my own country, POTUS, SecBlinken, SecDef, & JakeSullivan46

#StandWithUkraine

Слава Україні 🇺🇦

#Stand With Ukraine #Слава Україні 🇺🇦🌻

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 1 year

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Yay! Congrats on 100! Thanks for keeping us well fed with great fics 🥰

I’m usually an angst person but ya know what? It’s a warm spring day and I’m feeling fluffy. Can I get a writers choice fluff prompt with Jake please?

Hi Ellie! Thanks for this request! Since you left it to my choice, I selected the prompt, "I hope that in every life, you are there with me.". I had a great time writing this one and I hope you like it!

His Girl, Friday (And Just Maybe, Yours Too)

It's stupidly early in the morning, unsurprising when one works for the US Navy. You're Admiral Mitchell's new assistant, and while you're slowly figuring out Admiral Mitchell himself, there is definitely one thing you're less than fond of. What is that, you ask? Well, if the Admiral and his squadron are due on base and in one of the classrooms at 7 AM, you're expected to be there with Admiral Mitchell's coffee in hand by 6:45 at the latest. And you're not an early riser. Not in the slightest. 6:45 used to be your early alarm before you started working for the Navy. Now, if your alarm goes off at 6:45, you'll likely get a demerit.

Not that you think Admiral Mitchell will actually dole out a demerit to you, of course. The man is allergic to authority and all of its trappings. And the paperwork? You're pretty sure he'll break out in hives if he ever has to plant his John Hancock on anything more complex than flight plans for his squadron. So you can pretty much thank your lucky stars that the man will never get around to filing the paperwork out if you're late. And there is also the fact that you're the keeper of his coffee most days. He doesn't usually try to get on your bad side when his coffee is on the line.

What's that thing they say about great power needing great responsibility? That's your entire life at the moment, honestly. You're the last line of defense between the continued operations of Naval Air Station North Island and one maniac and his merry squadron of pilots. You have weekly meetings with Admiral Simpson and his secretary Dora about what Maverick and his Daggers get up to. It's a bad week when you must also explain their shenanigans to the Secretary of Defense. The only highlight of those weeks is the glass of top-shelf scotch that Admiral Simpson pours you a finger of before you leave.

You can't say you hate waking up in the morning, though, when you never actually went to sleep the night before. It's the time of year all administrative assistants in the Navy hate, evaluations during night flying exercises. It's been you, Admiral Mitchell, the largest coffee carafe you've ever seen, and twelve under-caffeinated grouchy aviators all night. You're exhausted, and all you've been doing is lugging Admiral Mitchell's paperwork around all night. You can't imagine what it's like flying all night.

"Hey, Friday?" After so long sitting in silence, Admiral Mitchell's voice startles you out of your mind.

"Yes, sir? And Friday?" Your voice is tired but polite as you look at him.

"Can you grab cups of coffee for the kids? They've all been through it. And we have one final debrief before they and you are free to go. We can finish the paperwork in forty-eight hours. And I'm going to call you Friday from now on, cause you're my girl Friday. Dependable and loyal to a fault. Don't pretend I'm unaware of you smoothing things with Cyclone, Warlock, and the SecDef as needed." You're gawking unflatteringly at him as he pats you on the shoulder after that speech, winks, and then leads you over to the coffee dispenser.

You're still slightly taken aback by the compliment when the Dagger Squadron pours in. They're all sweat-soaked and stinking of jet fuel as they wander in, still clad in their flight suits. You can see the exhaustion heavy on their faces and shoulders as they line up patiently at the table after making beelines for you and your coffee dispenser. You hand cups of the steaming liquid over, hardly minding the fact that you're getting only grunts from most of the men.

Phoenix smiles as she accepts her hot water and walks to the assortment of tea bags. Bob greets you with "Thank you, miss" and the sweetest bashful grin you've ever seen as he takes the paper cup from you. Halo grins sunnily at you before downing half her coffee in three scorching gulps and asking you for a refill, which you do with a chuckle. The only aviator of the twelve you haven't seen yet is Hangman.

You're not quite sure where you stand with Lieutenant Jake Seresin. The first day Admiral Mitchell had introduced you, he'd flirted with you relentlessly. And he hasn't really stopped over the past month since then, either. So you're only left to wonder as you carefully cradle his cup of coffee in your hand, specially doctored the way he likes. Maybe that, too, is telling. You don't know any of the other's coffee preparations beyond knowing if they drink coffee or tea.

It's a few minutes before you see him finally enter the doors. Hangman looks to be just as exhausted as the others, but unlike them, you can see a streak of grease across one high cheekbone. His lips are pursed, and he's in serious thought as he bypasses you entirely before settling into his seat in front of the podium. You can't help the way your face falls just a little before you set the sole cup down and close the classroom doors.

Your heart is heavy as you carefully make Admiral Mitchell his cup of coffee. You set it in his hand mid-briefing as he goes over the exercises before settling into your customary seat next to Hangman. For a few moments, you weigh your actions carefully. You're still holding his coffee cup. Would it be considered anything other than a friendly gesture if you hand it to him mid-briefing? Or would he see it as a return of his affections? Or are you just overthinking this?

When you glance his way, you can see the exhaustion even more on his face. Purple shadows are under his eyes, and his lips are bitten red. He looks shattered like one word would push him over. That, more than anything, makes up your decision for you. You tap his forearm, and when those sharp green eyes find your face, you press the cup into his hands. He blinks at you, fingers loosely grasped around your own for several moments before he finally takes the cup. You smile when he brings it to his mouth, tasting the hot liquid before greedily taking a gulp.

You can feel his eyes boring through the side of your head throughout the remainder of the briefing as you take notes for Admiral Mitchell. A few minutes after you hand him the cup, you feel a light tap on your arm, and a note is laid against your clipboard. A giddy feeling rises up in you at the sight of Hangman’s spiky handwriting spidering across a scrap of paper.

I hope that in every life, you are there with me.

The scribbled words send a flush of heat through you. What are you supposed to think? This has to be another flirting game he’s playing with you. You're so happy that Admiral Mitchell isn't a long-winded person because the briefing is over in 45 minutes, and you're finally free to go home. Maybe you can finally figure out what is happening between Hangman and you. As the aviators stretch and start to file out of the room in ones and twos, you hand your notes over to the Admiral. You listen patiently at his side as he goes over the evaluation paperwork, and the both of you collate your notes. You’re not expecting to see anybody there when you turn back around. But there he is. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin.

“Be careful with that one, Fri. He’s a good kid but a bit rash and a womanizer.” Those are Admiral Mitchell’s parting words before he gathers all of the paperwork into his arms and walks out the door. You know what the Admiral told you, but he’s never been anything but a sweetheart with you. And you’re a young adult. You’ve spent a fair bit of time at the Hard Deck around the Dagger Squadron, and you’ve never noticed Jake be anything other than a flirt. He hasn’t even taken ever taken anyone home while you could see it. He’s standing at attention in front of you when you step forward to him.

“Hi, Hangman.” Your voice is soft as you smile at him.

“Hi, beautiful. Call me Jake, please.” His voice wraps around you like a warm blanket. “So, you saw the note, I guess?”

“Yeah, I did.” It makes you smile seeing the bashful grin on his face. “Why did you write it? Did you mean it?”

He runs a hand through his hair, making it stick up in feathery spikes. “Yeah, I did. I know by now that many people have warned you away from me. But you’re amazing. And I still wanted to take the chance. Would you maybe want to get dinner sometime?”

“Yeah, Jake. I’d love to.” You step into his space, standing on tiptoes to brush the grease from his cheekbone as you peck the other cheek. “Pick me up at 6?”

There’s a disbelieving grin on his face as you grab a ballpoint pen and scrawl your number on a piece of paper which you stick in his pocket.

“See you then, sweetheart!” You grin when you hear his words as you walk out the door to get a nap and prepare for your date. For a man usually so suave, you never would have thought a kiss on the cheek would fluster him so much.

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